truuuust

Obviously Rick has never actually accomplished time travel, unless you count “Ricksy Business” and “A Rickle in Time” but it’s cannon that he’s wroking on it and just

Imagine an au where he perfected it and Blendin Blandin = older Morty

Just

“MMMMorty– Morty listen. I- I gotta–a pal, rrrrright? And he’s– he’s gonna be in some trouble so listen Morty–”

“Aw, gee, Rick, what kinda pal? I-i-i-is he like an assassin or something? because Rick, I- I really don’t think I can deal with another assassin…”

“Morty shut up for a minute, okay? Juuust shut– shut up. He’s fine, a little unstable– urp –but fine. Look  I– I’m gonna need you to do something for me okay? Can you do something for Grandpa?”

“… Well, maybe Rick, I dunno…”

“Look, there’s this.. dream demon… thingy. I dunno– some, some bullshit. But the thing is, Morty– Morty apparently there was a time traveler involved in this. It– It wasn’t me though, so chances– urp– chances are it was you.”

“What?”

“So M-Morty, what I need you tto do i-is come up with a name, right? I need you to come up with a name… because he knows the name wasn’t Morty and just. Just go to the past, and do whatever you need to do!”

“Well, gee, Rick, I- I- I dunno what I’m supposed to do!”

“Yeah you do, you’ve already done it!”

“W-why can’t you go?”

“He’s my friend, MMMMorty, been my friend for– for more'n thirty years… you really think he truuuusts me? He knows me!”

“Oh, uh… that’s a good point…”

“Yeah, I know it is. Now c'mon. what’s your time travel name?”

“Uh, I, uh……..” Morty panicks and looks around and just like sees a fucking blender. “uh… Blendin! Blendin Blandin!”

“What.”

“I- I- I- I panicked, Rick, okay? You- you- you put me on the spot and I panicked!”

“… Just get in the portal.”

xxtheaufactoryxx  asked:

I just realized something. Fennel is slowly going to become like Ara and Ara is going to become happier and be almost like Fennie was before Fennie got all sadsss. Oopsss

aaa heck- well it’s gonna take QUITE  a few years for Ara to ever be completely okay again, truuuust mE

So maybe Fen will be happy before Ara ever becomes happy again, bc wowie, he gets messed up

I’m lowkey tired of makeup culture too but truuuust me art (like serious art) is not about to be your escape from narrow beauty standards and male dominated industries

my favourite thing about the whole fyre festival fiasco is the rich males who think they’re entitled to sex from every girl they meet ((truuuust me I’ve met folks who think their dick is gold)) who got duped into going by the Ad full of hot women and now are stuck in a situation they’ve never been prepared for in their life which is shit service, shit living conditions and not enough money nor the means to get off the damn island.

10/10 fyre festival you’re doing god’s work

Maxson/Sole - Formal affairs Part III

Aka the one where things get heated.(Ah I loved writing this part. Personal favourite part hands down.) Best part is under the read more. Truuuust me.

I hereby also want to thank everyone who’s been liking, reblogging and especially commenting on this. I read the tags I read the comments and they make my day.  THANK YOU!

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 Part I here,
Part II here
Next part up again in less than 24hrs

PART III:

Sole had to take big steps to keep up with Maxson’s determined pace. She noticed a difference in his body language when he was going to reprimand someone. Clearly, he was pissed off. As they arrived at the place the window gave out on, they indeed found Jonathan. Once again he was one of the only people so far to focus his attention on her, and seemed oblivious to Maxson’s shift in attitude. “ Ah, what a pleasure to see you again!” The man next to him looked a lot less entertained by her presence. Before anyone could act on Jonathan’s joyful greeting, Maxson spoke. The vulnerablility in his speaking about his past had disappeared entirely. He sounded like he did at the Prydwen, when someone had to be put in their place. 

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