You Ruined A Perfectly Hot Middle Aged Man By Giving Him Abs

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 ;)

#me and Rick Sanchez are the same person

how to end an argument

I've spent a whole 30 minutes just giggling at this I don't think I've ever been happier in this moment

Sorry to the Rick and Morty community that this is what I have to contribute </3 prob really really occ, but idc

I cant take myself seriously with this ship. it feels so dumb but I been thinking about them and I need it out of my system.

DONT MAKE ME CRY

I see them everywhere

Someone did some gourmet type shit here. Because no one ever talks about the fact that taking Jayce out of the equation they are still parallels of each other. Anyway MELVIK

Mel and Viktor being drawn to each other but repelling each other at the same time... Ughhh you know I critique the fuck out of the writing sometimes but someone COOKED HERE

I said this before the smartest ppl, besides Rick, are the women in the show. And he acknowledges and respects that often I think

I was idly thinking about the people that Rick sees as his equal--Beth, Space Beth, Summer, Diane, Dr. Wong--and it hit me that, oh yeah, what do they all have in common? They're women!

I mean, he does view some men as equals--Bird Person, probably Squanchy, maybe Mr. Poopybutthole before he went off the rails--but Raising Gazorpazorp gets more ridiculous with every season.

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"

i love arcane cause no matter how attractive or compelling they make any of the topsiders im just like "oh yeah they want to obliterate the lower class" and then i stop caring

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.

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