#drunk voicemail

[shotattheshow]

[PHOTOS] Pom Pom Squad @ Fox Cabaret

Shots by Jacob Zinn

[leavemethescars]

Wanna tell you that I hate you but I don’t know how when the truth is that I love you more than anyone else

[cantevenbeachhere]

//Part 5/9

😈 - human!ken riding a bike and getting hit by a drunk driver in broad daylight and getting half his leg amputated and aaaaaaall the angst that comes from that (discord RP)

😂 - I think that’s a tie between the Fus Ro Dah Anon showing up and the drunk voicemail to ☕️👍🏻Anon

[starshakez]

Quick!! Reblog with your favorite fact about your f/o!!

[dancingtotuyo]

If Cory Booker can stand on the floor for 18+ hours, we can call our goddamn senators DAMNIT!

[ghostlykiss]

Mildly worst thing possible - a song that was definitely written to have a 30 sec clip go viral on tiktok is stuck in my head. Unfortunately the 30 sec bit does go hard so the brain worms are multiplying

[morningstarwrites]

You are really THE morning-star, thank u to light up my mornings with OSAS. You must be one of my favorite authors, and you draw very pretty too!! 🥰🙏

(sorry if this isn't well worded im a little bit....drunk LMAO)

QT!!! thank you so much for your kind words aw!

(p.s. i'm honoured that you decided to drunk-message me LMAO)

[lovelessloverboy-dean]

Rip shauna shipman, you would've fucking loved pom pom squad

[holdinbacksecrets]

i just wrote a bunch of seventeen blurbs while listening to love song by BSS. am i …back??

[lexyscross]

R.I.P Amber Freeman, I just know you loved Pom Pom Squad. 🥺🙏🏽🖤

[harleyquinnselectraheart]

This image just plays "Santeria" by Sublime to me. To ME.

[countlessrealities]

RELATIONSHIP BUILDING || Accepting !

@advnterccs sent: 📱for a voicemail my muse left yours. { To your Rick from my Morty ! }

Rick almost dropped his phone as he tried to take another swing from the mostly empty bottle he was holding in his other hand. Half of the mouthful of liquor trickled down his chin, joining the stains that were already wetting his teal shirt, but he didn't seem to notice, too busy squinting at the screen to find the number he wanted.

Morty was mad at him.

The fact in itself wasn't news. It wasn't the first time and it sure as hell wouldn't be the last. However, this particular fight was bothering him as very few had, for more than one reason, and he couldn't shake off the bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Guilt. He had fucked up, he knew it and, for once, he was failing to deny it.

The phone rang and rang on the other side of the line, but no one picked up and the call eventually ended with a click, as it was redirected to the voicemail.

"G-God fuckin' dammit," Rick muttered under his breath and gulped down more liquor before raising his voice.

"M-Morty, what the hell, p-pick up the fuckin' phone! W-Where the fuck are you?! S-Stop watching porn o-or jerking it or...whatever you're doing. G-Geez, I can't believe tha-that you...you let me go to the goddamn voicemail, l-little shit."

A few other grumbled words followed, but they were distorted by a hiccup and thus unintelligible. He should probably specify whom he was. The last thing he wanted was for the teen to give shit to his boyfriend because of something he had done.

"I-It's Rick. Shit, I-I mean other Rick. Y-Your lame ass, bitchy, fuckin' ungrateful little freak of a boyfriend's Rick."

Alright, maybe insulting his own Morty so freely wasn't the smartest idea. He was trying to get his other grandson's help to make it up to his own and all that spiel was kind of counterproductive.

Fuck, the little shit makes stuff hard even when he's not around. Fuck you, Morty.

"L-Listen, you...you gotta call me back, Morty. I need...we got some shit to do. U-Urgent shit. An-And you have to come with. C-Can't do it on my own. I-It's a two-people job, y-you know? But don't...It's not weird stuff. N-No weird stuff involved." For once, he actually meant it, even if never say never when it came to a Rick-and-Morty related thing. "B-But you can't tell...gotta keep your mouth shut, m-my Morty can't know, got it, l-little buddy? I-It's...if he knows, it will be ruined. S-So we gotta be quiet an-and quick and...you know. G-Get it done before he knows."

There was a voice in the back of his head, one that sounded awfully like Morty's, that was telling him that this was a dick move. Using the teen's own boyfriend to get forgiveness when the latter had been part of the reason why they had fought in the first place.

Good thing that Rick was used to not playing fair and to cheating at every chance he got. Especially if it made it easier for him to get what he wanted.

"We...you...fuckin' call me back, little shit," he resumed, squinting down at the phone as if it had been the boy's face, before letting himself fall in his chair.

Or, at least, that had been his intention. What actually happened was that, in his drunken state, he bumped into it, sending it rolling away and tripping himself backwards. He managed to slow his fall down by grabbing the hem of the workbench, but he still ended up flat on his back, also causing a few tools and unfinished devices to hit the floor with him.

He also lost the grip on the now empty bottle he had been holding and it flew out of his hand, crashing on the ground and shattering in pieces.

Great.

More unfazed by the mess than anyone else would have been, the scientist merely fished his flask out of the inner pocket of his lab coat, took a long, noisy gulp without bothering to sit up and then belched in the phone, before speaking up again as if nothing had happened.

"Y-You got it, Morty? I-It's...life and death. F-Fuckin' life and death, Morty! Y-You don't want to risk causing a-another of those...those...shit, c-can't remember the goddamn word...! Eh, w-whatever." A shrug that the teen obviously wouldn't have seen. "B-But you get it, Morty, don't you? O-Of course you don't, b-but you're still going to do it. B-Because I'm asking you, Morty. I am fuckin' asking."

More like demanding, but those were details.

"S-So do it for the world. O-Or for your family. O-Or for yourself. Whatever. A-As long as you do it for me."

At the end of the day, what mattered was that he and his Morty made up and went back to do what they usually did without the boy glaring at him at any given turn and denying him. He couldn't stand that. Hopefully just having the other Morty there would make it better already.

"G-Good. Great. Just...fuckin'...yeah. Call me back. Soon, M-Morty, got it? Soon! O-Or I...I'll bomb your garden or-or piss on your comics or...put you in Jerry's body or...m-make you allergic to dicks s-so you can't touch one ever again or..." Damn, he had already run out of ideas. "I-It's gonna be awful. For you. I-I fuckin' promise you that."

And without another word, he closed the call, carelessly dropping his phone on the floor and returning the flask to his mouth. Good. A few hours and shit will be fixed. No need to worry anymore.

...Still, while he waited for his other grandson to get his shit together and call back, he would get drunker. You know, just in case.

[mustlovesteve]

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[companionwolf]

i drink the rapid rehydration sports thing the same way i drink the alcohol that made me need it: so fast i can't taste it. because taste isn't the point. and also it just tastes really bad. 😌

[rablunt]

i have a legit paranoia around drunk texting which either means im so good and will never or im going to fuck myself completely one day

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Lemon is the girlie that gets plastered out of her mind and calls you at 1am to tell you you're the baddest bitch she knows and only you understand her