DONT MAKE ME CRY

we need a cuteness aggression equivalent term for when you see art of your favorite character you like so much that you sincerely cannot think of anything to put in the tags that isnt "im going to start biting off my own fingers"

I felt this too deeply not to repost it

sometimes neopronoun headcanons don't come from a place of "would this person tell others to refer to them using these pronouns in canon" but rather "if i used these pronouns for this character would it satisfy an itch in their soul"

You know sometimes I get on the internet and I'm like this is worth it

Meljayvik dynamic is so interesting to me because like

Mel is a woman who knows death in a thousand steel swords and a thousand gold coins. She knows it in the shadow of her mother and the bleeding, dripping remnants of her bloodline. She knows it in the growl of Wolf prowling in the shadows and the prickles on the back of her neck. She knows death in a cracked throne, a necklace in a pool of blood. A fleet of red sails.

Viktor is a man who knows death in the fabric of his existence, in his very flesh and blood. He knows it in the clicks of gears and leather straps along his back. He knows it in the graze of Lamb’s arrow brushing past his cheek. He knows it in the tap tap tap of his cane on the marble piltovan floors and he knows it in the sickly stench of iron coming from his own blood, dripping out of his nose and mouth.

Together, they are brilliant minds that could conquer the world if they do pleased, but the shadow of Wolf will always hang over them and Lamb will always have her bow pulled taught.

Jayce, in contrast, knows death in the fear of a swirling snowstorm and in the quiet grief for his father. He has met them, and he has not been forced to shake their hand. Thus, he is a shelter from a violent storm

There are two sides of this fandom One being dude bro incels and the other being fucking pedos

I remember watching a TikTok and someone said their "hear me out" was evil Morty….that person was an adult…ma'am that is not a "hear me out" that is "Cops please don't arrest me for crushing on a M I N O R"

#IMSORRY?! #MAKING ME CRY WITH WORDS?! STOP IT #i I don't think you'll understand Rick is everything to me this post is everything delectable ramble no notes #i love the conversation of "this crazy character was once just a normal person"

Because of the nature of Rick’s character and the chaos that surrounds him, it can be so hard to imagine him just surviving in the same way we all do. As he points out, he was a baby once, too. He probably grew up going to school and loving his parents. He grew into a teenager that just wanted to feel like he was enough for them. He had homework and lectures; friends and crushes; school dances and science fairs. Eventually, he was an adult. He had a house, a wife, and a child. Most likely, he worried about bills and marital problems and how to follow his big dreams in a broken world.

While I wouldn’t say that’s entirely by design, it works. It’s hard to think that everything he is now came from something so simple.

He cared about normal things— about small things— and something in him always will, no matter how much he tries not to.

If Rick was like us, then we all have the potential to be him. It doesn’t take much, either. It’s all about the choices we make along the way.

Take it from Rick, you can’t just float around space not caring about stuff forever. Accept that you care. You can’t deny it. It’s only human, and that’s the only truth Rick couldn’t escape.

Y/n: are we sure Jerry's ready for gunplay Rick?

Rick: I let you hold a gun and you have the impulse control of a caffeinated hyena.

Y/n: yeaa but I'm cute ;)

Another one that's just too good Not to repost Like I got such a good laugh out of this like a whole-hearted cackle sesh.

I just like to imagine that Rick fucks up writing all the time and he tries to avoid writing all the time Like he misspells shit 24/7 and like fucks up where to put a comma sometimes.

i love how its basically canon that although rick is incredibly intelligent, skilled, and talented, supposedly being 'the smartest man in the universe', he doesn't bother with learning english and he's not exemplary at it. obviously we see this first in that morty's mindblowers scene where he says "granite" instead of "granted", where he is fully convinced that its pronounced granite. but also in the vat of acid episode he mocks morty for bothering to do english homework ("you're still learning english? that's the language you speak. how dumb are you?"). rick finds only the bare parts of english important, just the aspects that let us communicate to each other well enough. but if you made him sit down and write a 2000 word essay without being able to invent some kind of machine to do it for him, i wholeheartedly think he'd explode

I'm like 99% sure that's what the creators were going for. They wanted the attraction of that yt male nt dude bro reddit incel audience who can look at Rick and project their childish behavior as this badass nonchalant attitude through him.

But just queer enough that the queer audience can get something out of it. kind of reminds me of Deadpool in that way. Like yes he's queer but it's never explicit.

honestly im never gonna get over the fact that a tv show came out where the titular characters are a hispanic pansexual autistic man and his dubiously straight but definitely neurodivergent grandson, and it became a massive pop cultural phenomenon while garnering a fanbase largely made up of anti sjw reddit ass men. it isn't as bad as it used to be and i reckon they were always the loud minority, but like isn't that fucking bizarre? the amount of racism homophobia and ableism that's come from people who worship rick sanchez for being a genius asshole boggles the mind.

Another post I love too much not to repost :)

Pondering on the overall arc of Rick and Morty again. In the past, I’ve said that the point of Rick and Morty is that everything matters, way too much. (At least, there’s an argument to be made there about Rick’s character progression.)

Rick was backed into a philosophical corner by his experience of what it means to be alive. If everything matters, that means that what happened to him actually had consequences on who he is. If, somehow, he can find confirmation that nothing matters, instead— that there are no real consequences and he’s one of the elite few to understand the significance of cosmic insignificance— then he mourns for nothing. Nothing that happened to him and nothing that was taken away from him mattered.

It’s the opposing vice of ‘what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.’ The application of value to trauma is equally as invalid and toxic as removing it entirely. I don’t know about you, but what happened to me didn’t make me stronger, and I loathe hearing that from people. It made me who I am, sure, but I can appreciate that I have my good qualities in spite of what I’ve been through— in spite of those who tried to take them away from me. Those people and experiences don’t deserve credit for anything I’ve become. There is no positive spin on the negative impact of trauma. It was negative, and we keep on going. The truth is, on some level, Rick is broken— and without either nihilism or application of a metric of ‘worth’ to his trauma, he would have to worry that he’ll be broken forever.

Unfortunately, the downside of nihilism comes from the concept that, if nothing that broke you ever mattered, then no effort to heal those wounds would matter. Therefore, nothing Rick does to other people would matter, and nothing he could do to right those wrongs would, either. That is his biggest character flaw. This is what his development has been confronting.

This is why I find it more likely that the resolution to Rick’s moral issues will round out at absurdism. If nothing matters, then EVERYTHING matters, because you have to enjoy and protect what matters to you. If the universe creates infinite idiots just to eat them, then you might as well enjoy the ride instead of trying fight it until you inevitably get thrown off. Maybe the point of life isn’t to deny that our trauma is substantial, or even convince ourselves of its worth. Instead, maybe the point is to acknowledge what we still have when we get to the end of the line despite every curve ball the universe tried to throw at us. It made us, it will eat us, and our only way to give it the metaphorical middle finger is to ensure that our lives will mean something in spite of our cosmic insignificance. If we are meaningful in a meaningless existence, then what does that say about our power over the infinite? If we value fostering our positive traits instead of punishing them for their lack of value, then what does that say about our value on our own, as we are, both unchanged and changed by the insignificance life itself represents?

Maybe it’s special for Rick to be alive (for Rick to love; for Rick to fail and succeed) simply because of how not special those experiences are.

At the end of the day, being 'replaceable' is what makes things special, not the other way around. We get to choose to care, and that's terrifyingly beautiful.

being obsessed with a character is so fucking embarrassing like I'll be getting dressed in the morning like "I bet the 12th doctor would wear these socks" bitch shut the fuck up