#rick is hot and im tired of keeping quiet

[blackcatgreengrape]

this might be my all time favourite rick and morty moment. when you really think about it, it’s the first time both rick and morty have simultaneously had mental breakdowns in front of each other- AND, used it as a silent way to cope with what they’ve both went through. such an underrated statement from the both of them- all things considered.

[yoondoze]

“you rick rolled everyone at prom and I’ve had a crush on you ever since” au with Seven plsplspslpslsplspslpslPLEASE I NEED IT THANKS DAD ILY NO RUSH THO

//im here for this omg but also, i got another request for this one a few hours ago and i hope you see this my pal!! also i’m sorry if this is shit i’m too tired to edit or read over it so just point out my mistakes if you catch em lol. have a good night guys, ily <3

    You had to give it to the R.F.A.; the party was extravagant. The chandeliers were beautiful, reflecting the light through hanging crystals. Some laid the light into rainbow stripes that added color to the set up. They had some good taste, and used it to their advantages.

     A few people from your group, The Homeless Rescue Team, had been invited to the event to have a chance to make deals that would benefit both parties. You were higher up in the organization, but you never dealt with this many people at once. it was tiring, considering that you weren’t a real socialite.

     Therefore, you retrieved yourself a drink from the bar and camped by the DJ’s speakers. Music was fine by you, as long as it wasn’t country. For now, it was simple and sweet, the kind that was really made to act as background noise for events such as this, where people were more interested in business than fun. However, you were enjoying yourself a bit.

     Come to think of it, it reminded you of your old Prom night. It was big, yes, but not as elegant as this. It was just held in the school’s main rooms, and though it was considered one of the best themed years at your high school, it wasn’t anything compared to this. You had gone with friends, and ended up in a corner similar to this one.

      Oh, and don’t forget the highlight of that night; when a playful redheaded boy, an attractive redheaded boy at that, had winked at you. Not before managing to play a certain song through the speakers, of course. You were embarrassed to think about him even today, years later, still with the mindset that you could’ve been the ultimate power couple.

      You had seen him around school before, as with a lot of other people. He was more of a shy jokester. Not one to do stupid acts in class or talk back to the teacher, but harmless pranks on his friends and fellow students. You were quiet, too, however, and it seemed that all the quiet kids had an unspoken alliance together. That included the two of you, and the times you had been in the general vicinity of his mind’s creations and jokes. He had caught you smiling at them once or twice, and had gladly grinned back.

      It was the same the night of Prom. Everyone had been expecting either a slow song, or a peppy song for the closing. But it was Seven’s Prom, too, and he was surely going to go out with a remembrance. It was no surprise when you heard the familiar, unmistakable tone of Rick Astley’s voice.

     You placed your head in your hands to regain your composure, but it didn’t last long once you resurfaced. The confused faces around you were too much to handle. But what was more beautiful? Everyone went along with it. Teens were jamming and shimmying and you can guarantee that nothing more amazing and hilarious had happened in your life.

    You looked up to the DJ setup and smiled at the cheeky boy. You shook your head, and he simply winked at you, breaking out into his own little dance. It was adorable, though you didn’t voice it aloud.

   It was probably the best night of your life, as cliche as it sounded. But not for the reasons that other teens had. They claimed it so wonderful for the fun and laughs and nostalgia and sex—-you deemed the night worthy of that title because of a meme.

    Your glass had been draining slowly as you sorted through your memories. In a lost attempt to find another thing to do, it was when you heard a hissed voice call out.

   “Luciel!” A woman’s voice had whispered. “Luciel, keep that down! Don’t intimidate the guests with your weird techno music!”

   “It’s called Trap, Jaehee. And trust me, I’m an excellent MC. I know what’s good.”

   Your eyes landed on the black booth and your eyes were immediately drawn to bright, loosely hanging red hair. Scanning the man’s face, you recognized him immediately. Was that really him? The boy you had just been thinking about? Well, no longer boy… He wasn’t just attractive now, he was hot.

    After the woman, Jaehee, left, you slowly made your way over to his vicinity. Trying to make it less awkward, even though you already knew who he was, you asked, “Hey, is your name, by any chance, Seven?”

   The man noticed you and looked up, a smile you’ve seen before creeping onto his cheeks. “Indeed it is, but do I know you?”

    “Well, here me out. This is gonna sound weird–”

    “Believe me, I’m the king of weird,” he interrupted. 

    “You see, I’m pretty sure we went to the same high school, and uh- you rick rolled everyone at prom and I’ve had a crush on you ever since.” 

   His eyes lit up and I saw the realization hit them like a truck. “Ohhh, I remember you! I liked you! You always used to smile at me! Who knew that I’d see you here?” He exclaimed happily.

   You chuckled, “Not me, definitely. That made my night, so than-”

    “Wait! You said you’ve had a crush on me ever since?” He furrowed his eyebrows at you.

     “Well, I mean- I, I’ve thought about you a lot since then, so…” 

     “Dude, nice! It’s great to know someone remembers you from so long ago,” he commented. “Thank you for that. It’s not necessarily a deed, but, I dunno, I just feel like people never remember me sometimes.”

      “Really?” I asked. “I think you’re pretty unforgettable.”

      “Anyway, though, I’m glad you came over here. I wanted to talk to you, but ya know…” he trailed. “But since you said you had a crush on me, and since I had a crush on you back in Senior Year, I’m quite willing to try and rekindle that. What do you say, MC?” 

      “If you mean going on a date with a guy that I haven’t seen in about four years, then oh, hell yes.” 

       “You know, I think I’m already feeling it again. Maybe I never got over that crush.”

[blackcatgreengrape]

rick sanchez is soooo epitome of ‘he just fucked my brains out and now he’s tinkering with his portal gun’

[blackcatgreengrape]

my dad just saw me actively scrolling through rick sanchez fanfictions and screeching like a barbarian. maybe i should not do that??? like have i ever thought of maybe being a normal person?? and like?? not reading a hardcore smut, slow burn, with touches of angst fic about a 70 YEAR OLD MAN????!??! LIKE HAS THAT EVER OCCURED TO ME LIKE EVER??? LIKE AM I OKAY MENTALL WHAT AM I DOI