Summary: “How could I ever do it?” Ocean asked softly.
Karnak wasn't expecting that. "What?"
"How could I ever choose just one?"
Ocean hesitates when she is asked to vote. Karnak, touched by the choir's newfound friendship, decides to attempt something that he had previously thought impossible. And yet, one would be surprised what some magic, compassion, and the fother-mucking power of friendship is capable of. Still, Karnak is powerless to prevent the accident.
Still reeling from their initial death and now recovering from the second crash, the St. Cassian Chamber Choir is left to learn how to love their home and renewed lives. Unable to tell anyone about the first crash or their experience in the warehouse, the singers are left with only each other for support. In the midst of hurting and healing, they find solace in their newfound bond, their far-from-the-city-little-itty-bitty-pretty hometown, and a nurse who would do anything to care for them.
btw TERFs dont belong in the Rick and Morty fandom. you know who you are, babes. fuck out of here. youre disgusting and you make me and all of my friends and acquaintances sick.
all of ur favs are transgender <3
Scrolling through the main tag is such emotional whiplash… you’ve got Morty with memory loss terrified and questioning everything and then the next post is horny Prime
Summary: They gazed down at Uranium once more. The town suddenly seemed so much more inviting. They’d rather be stinging with cold than broken and bleeding. They’d rather be in their houses than trapped in the cart. They’d rather be in the cozy little town than a warehouse with a magical fortune-telling machine that apparently thought it was funny to make them die over, and over, and over again.
Constance stretched a hand towards the town, as if someone could take it and rescue her. Tears fell down her cheeks just as the group dropped.
tis the season
Me, a woman and a panromantic asexual who rewatched Rick and Morty too many times and is obsessed with it: Aw, shit, sorry, hold up, lemme just-
Hi, my friends—this is a really serious post and I need your help. 💗 I’m not the only person being stolen from, and I don’t want the next person to be you.
⚠️ ART THIEF ⚠️
Here is an extensive document created by Blue.journalist_ accounting the thief’s history. This contains other artists’s testimonies and further proof.
As for my side of the story, Taeha blocked me within minutes after I politely messaged them on TikTok to remove my artwork.
They are not only claiming the artwork as their own—they are actively tracing, coloring, and removing all of my watermarks from my original images (as they’ve done to other artists).
They also respond to comments as if they’re the one who created the piece:
After I confronted them and they blocked me, they proceeded to post MORE STOLEN ARTWORK. Even going so far as to falsely show their layers to “prove” they made it:
(I was able to see using an alt account)
And I’m not the only one.
@/Blue.journalist has an entire highlight on their Instagram of their past behavior. They’ve also been so kind to create a Google Doc outlining every encounter they’ve had with Taeha.
This document is incredibly important, as it describes what Taeha has been doing—and continues to do. They not only steal artwork; they sell them, falsely take commissions with them, and more.
Like all artists, I pour so much love into all of my art; I pour pieces of myself into my art, regardless of whether they’re silly or serious in tone. Which is why it breaks my heart that they’re not only stealing and selling stolen work, but treating others who call them out with blatant disrespect.
I’m only one of the artists they’ve stolen work from. I don’t want them taking from anyone else.
how late is too late to fix your sleep schedule after school fucked it up
honestly one of my biggest takeaways from this episode is that Rick keeps a picture of Morty in his wallet 😭