hella-rick - Tumblr blog

[hella-rick]

Hey my name is Rick Sanchez and this is jackass

[hella-rick]

Your body says swag, but your face says yolo

[hella-rick]

Never go back on your word, Morty.

someBODY once told tumblr that they would jack off to the shrek movies if their post got 1k notes

thIS IS OUTRAGEOUS

[hella-rick]

Dang son Id make a shit ton of money

[hella-rick]

YOU KNOW WHATS REALLY FREEZY? Antarctica cold!!! NOW YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES

[hella-rick]

Hank’s Bizarre Adventure:  Propane Crusaders

HWATHWATHWATHWATHWATHWATHWATHWATHWATHWATHWATHWAT

[hella-rick]

Morty.

What if dogs moaned when you pet them

[hella-rick]

Morty.

What if our hair was one big piece

[hella-rick]

Fuckin blow me

[hella-rick]

It works for however many minutes he's up. But, all too soon, he's down again and anxiously clawing at his skin.

Meh. It was fun while it lasted. He let the poor ragdolled girl go before he took his seat again, phone tucked away proper sometime between the floor and the couch.

When he stands up so suddenly, she thinks to ask him what the hell he’s doing, but she’s pulled up and being dragged along with him before she has a chance to. And so she tries her hardest to keep up with him, but it’s more of her just fumbling along, simultaneously trying not to step on his feet and trying to avoid having her feet stepped on.

[hella-rick]

These asses need to be bigger fatter..

Bigger, fatter

[hella-rick]

FEED ME RICK *KITTY NOISES*

-Annoyed grunt.-

[hella-rick]

Rick, in his altered state, makes a point of it to make his business hers. He snaps to his feet and a beat later is pulling her to hers. They swing around the living room in some kind of wild waltz, Rick more than willing to lead and Toxee having no choice but to follow his rhythmless footsteps. The phone, meanwhile, continues to dangle from the cord of the buds in his ears, swinging about as they round the room.

Quirking an eyebrow, it becomes apparent what he’s doing once he leans back up. She doesn’t think much of it, though- it’s not really her thing, but she’s not going to stop him, either. Taking a sip of her own drink, she places it on the table, glancing back over to Rick. Seeing that he’s doing his own thing, she decides not to bother him too much, at least not right now.

[hella-rick]

This is why we can't have nice things, Morty.

[hella-rick]

Rick is doubled forward onto the table when she finally returns, and it's not until he raises up that his company can tell exactly what he's up to. Pink powder coated his nose and, for once, he looked... unhaunted. At peace.

He pops in the earbuds he'd linked to his phone and fumbles to swipe to his music, ultimately dropping the phone but not thinking too much about it considering, in the process, he'd hit play.

"Alright- Crown sounds good to me." Heading to the kitchen, she scans for the cabinet, and once she finds it, pulls down the bottle of crown that was mentioned. While it wasn’t her drink of choice, she wasn’t exactly going to complain, considering it’s what she had. 

Finding a glass, along with some coke in the back of the fridge, she decides it wouldn’t hurt to mix a drink, seeing as she’s not exactly used to drinking her alcohol straight. Coming back to the living room, she takes a seat next to him, leaning back.

[hella-rick]

Rick's hand came to rest on his chest as if to hold himself together as he laughed. It was a cruel sound, but laced with a sweet undertone of affection.

FEED ME RICK *KITTY NOISES*

-Annoyed grunt.-

[hella-rick]

"There's PBR in my room if you wanna go get one, but I suggest you drink the Crown Royal in the cabinet next to the fridge if Summer hasn't cabbaged onto it yet. Jerry's parents keep getting Beth bottles of it for Christmas."

 She shrugs a bit at the question. “I dunno, I might. Like you said, I don’t have anything important to do. I mean, I could always join you. At least then I wouldn’t be staring at you the whole time.”