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This is Rick F-342. His Beth miscarried her Morty, and he wasn’t around to do anything about it. Now he lives in her house out of a sense of guilt, although he can’t connect with his Summer very well and doesn’t have many reasons to keep on living. Or he didn’t have, until recently.

A few months ago, a Morty started visiting him on his bedroom at night. The Morty comes through a portal, has sex with him and then leaves without a trace. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t stay after the deed is done, appears only in his room after midnight and won’t come if someone else is there. Any and all attempts on Rick’s part to track him down or otherwise discover where he comes from, why he continues to come visit him or anything else about him have proven to be futile. Rick can’t even acquire any solid proof that this Morty even exists outside their encounters, and he’s slowly going mad because of it. Now he spends most of his night sitting on his bed in the dark, sleepless, awaiting this Morty and questioning reality.

What’s up.  My name’s Jess.  I’m new in town.  This is my studyblr intro (which I will try to keep short and sweet).

I am a rising Junior at University of Califorina, Davis, but I am currently living in Washington DC to take part in a super exciting internship!  I’m a Pre-Law Political Science and Communications double major with a minor in Human Rights.  If you want to know more about me and my goals, check out the about me tag on my blog.

Shoutout to @smartstudies@cw0630@studyblr@studyquill , and @emmastudies for being really solid blogs and motivating me to make a blog to motivate myself.

And that’s it.  I’ll be around. 

P.S. Please don’t judge my handwriting.  Today’s my first time trying brush pens/calligraphy/whatever you wanna call it.  I promise I’ll get better <3

do i chase the night (or does the night chase me)

Summary: Not long after making it back from Scarif, Cassian is surprised by a knock on his door in the middle of the night. (Cassian/Jyn)

Rating: All Ages || Word Count: 1168

AO3

Cassian jolted awake, breath caught in his chest, screams locked up as a lump in throat. He’d hoped when he collapsed into bed earlier that evening that the nightmares would be banished for a night due to sheer exhaustion.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed with a grimace and started working on regulating his breathing, on pushing the nightmare images out of his head. A shuddering breath escaped him and Cassian glanced back at his pillow longingly, knowing it was probably too much to ask to get some more sleep tonight.

He was just reaching for a datapad to catch up on reviewing some mission reports when there was a soft knock on his door.

Cassian frowned and struggled to his feet, at a loss as to who would be at his door at this time of night. When the door snicked open he was greeted with the sight of a small person with a blanket around their shoulders starting to walk away.

He blinked, certain he was imagining things. “Jyn?”

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so i’m seeing alot of people that are feeling lonely, isolated or just frustrated in this fandom tonight.. and i want you to know that i am always here, my inbox is always open. 

Followers: 1,300.

Okay so I was originally planning to wait to post this until my two year anniversary popped up next month but I’ve been staring at that number for a little over ten minutes so I mean.  I just… I have to do it now– there’s no way around it!

I was a little worried when I first made this blog because it was going to be my first time EVER writing a stutter and I had no idea, at the time, what I was doing, and, obviously, things started off a little bumpy.  Me being the overly anxious about every little thing person that I was assumed I didn’t have a lot of people to do things with because I sucked– it uh, yeah, I just ignored the whole ‘new blogs are gonna be a little slow’ thing.  If you ask me why I’m gonna scream I don’t know at the top of my lungs, because I DON’T KNOW WHY.  It wasn’t like Morty was my first blog EVER or anything so??  

ANYWAY.  I thought about deleting my blog and even had my finger hovering over the delete button for a couple seconds but then I looked up, saw I was on the part where Rick comforted Morty after not so subtly watching Mr. Screw You Asshole limp out of the bathroom and stopped.  I wanted that, I NEEDED that, because I was having some serious issues with my mom at the time– SHOCKER RIGHT?– and wanted to do something with a family relationship that had plenty of dark moments but it was still really obvious that they loved each other.  I mean, okay, maybe not OBVIOUS but uh– when things like THAT happen?  Yeah, you just know.

So I decided to stick around a little while longer AND NOW HERE I AM.

Thank you guys so much for everything you’ve done for Morty and me; we would not be here today without your support and love and your interest in my ideas.  SERIOUSLY, I could not have asked for a better role play community.

I can honestly say, without any kind of doubt, that this is the most fun I’ve ever had on Tumblr and it’s because of you guys.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND FOR LOVING ME EVEN ON THE DAYS WHERE I DO LITERALLY NOTHING AT ALL WITH MY WRITING.

<3

I just finished reading The Godfather.

Turns out there’s a character in the book named Jules. Jules is a male doctor, it turns out, who was kicked out of medicine for preforming abortions in a time where that wasn’t acceptable.

Sounds like some good organized crime DS9 AU fuel to me.