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can. can i just. can i just say… in episode five… IWASREALLYCONFUSEDONHOWMORTY WAS ABLE TO BEAT RICK UP BECAUSE HE WASNT SHOWN TO HAVE THE ABILITY TO DO THAT BEFORE IN EARLIER SEASONS BUT ITS JUST FUELING MY ORIGINAL IDEA THAT MORTY IS NOW REALIZING HOW VALUABLE HE ACTUALLY IS TO RICK AND AND HE HAS HIM WRAPPED AROUND HIS FINGER. so he can literally do whatever he wants… he is so close to being evil morty, he just loves rick and that’s the only thing that separates them. isn’t that so crazy. phew i was holding that in

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holy balls i forgot that morty has a dick and he’s not the trans boy in my head i need to add new tags to my fan fiction and also clarify that in all my inbox concepts. SORRY, for not saying that. morty has a cunnie every time i talk about him

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Could you do a small fic about bladder control? Sorry if this is an odd request lol but i think morty would like the feeling and rick would enjoy the control over morty

HI NOT ODD AT ALL i love bodily fluids. i love pee and vomit. please feel free to ask me for anything gross always

it’s just a quick trip to the convenience store, he could hold it, he was sure. rick needed batteries. he always needed batteries. why hasn’t he invented something that can create batteries yet? the pace to the car was fine, his bladder was completely under control. the drive there was bumpy, sure, but nothing crazy. rick didn’t specify how far they’d actually be going. morty started to panic once they passed the final of the third con-stores near their house. “rick, how far are we going?” morty watched through the window, tried not to sound too nervous. rick didn’t even look his way before responding. “space. where else? i need good batteries, not the cheap, low grade shit that earth stores sell.” morty’s face contorted into that of fear, then rested into calm as he reassured himself they’d be back fast. nothing to be worried about.

he was wrong about that, of course. they were an entire hour into driving and there were no signs of stopping anytime soon. his bladder was full and it was starting to get uncomfortable—mostly. when he shifted a certain way, his pajama pants would rub against him in a really, really nice way. and when he pushed the piss right against his bladder, ready to burst, and then sucked it back inside himself, well, that felt even better. rick noticed his shifting, and, after confirming that he wasn’t masturbating, he said something. “what’s wrong with you?” eyebrows raised, expression void of any real concern. “n—nothing. shut up.” morty snapped back, having been pulled out of his trance… rick looks confused, now, because that was unwarranted, even for morty. “alright, what is it, spit it out. you’re shifting like crazy. do—do you need to pee? do you want a—a piss eating caterpillar?” he started to rummage through his glove compartment, but morty grabbed his wrist and stopped him. “no! no. it feels..good..” he mumbled.

“good?” rick looked disgusted. just for a second. only for a second. “good..?” he asked again, to no one, really. just talking to himself. “it feels good?”

“christ, yes! it feels good! leave me alone!” morty’s face flushed red. he stopped his moving and averted his gaze from ricks.

rick parked the car. morty jumped at the sudden halt. “why’d you stop?”

rick gave no time for explanation. he unbuckled morty’s seatbelt and brought him over into his lap, trying not to be handsy, failing miserably. “it feels good, huh?” morty nodded, slow. unsure where this was going. “does it feel good when I do this…” rick pressed his palm down onto morty’s bladder and morty arched back, covered his mouth before he yelped. “jesuschrist, yes,”

“yeah?” rick grinned, holding onto morty’s waist now. “the drive back home is pretty long…and there aren’t any bathrooms in the store, im sure of that. you’re gonna have to hold it, kiddo.” he said that, right as he pushed down unkindly hard on morty’s bladder. a little piss fought its way out and trickled down morty’s pajama pants. just a little. “you’re ready to burst, look at that…”

“please, god,”

“ill give you two options: ready?” morty nodded, dazed, just wanting to relieve himself (even though it felt incredible).

“you can piss yourself right now, or you can wait until we’re back home—no, you don’t get a change of clothes.”

morty hit his lip. tears welled up in his eyes. he couldn’t hold it for another two and a half hours, not a chance in hell. he wasn’t going to piss himself either, though. at least, he thought he wasn’t. his bladder had other plans. he couldn’t help it when his underwear slowly got soaked in urine, and then that urine spilled its way out of his pants, and created a warm, wet puddle on his grandpa’s lap. “fuck, sorry..” he groaned.

“don’t be sorry, you did what i asked you to.” rick rubbed morty’s back, like consoling a distressed toddler.

morty sniffled, buried his face in rick’s chest. half out of love, half out of embarrassment. but, even as embarrassed as he was, he was sure he wanted to do that again. maybe even a little rougher next time…

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soft rickorty.. sof.. soft.. rickorty… morty who thinks he’s stupid and is constantly doubting himself, second guessing all his ideas, making jokes at his own expense. until, finally, one day, rick asks him why he keeps putting himself down like that? and morty is dumbfounded… because he wasn’t expecting that question, and he doesn’t quite know how to answer it… and he looks at rick and goes, “uh, well, i am stupid.. aren’t i?” and rick looks absolutely offended. like the kid just cursed his whole bloodline (their bloodline). he sits morty on top of the desk and gets right between his legs, pulls his chin up with his index and thumb: “who says you’re stupid? you’re not, kiddo.” and morty melts, tears pricking at his eyes… rick caresses his face so gently and, “not my grandson. my grandson isn’t stupid. that must be a different morty.”

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sooo obsessed with this artist’s rickorty art uhhsajbbbb goes crazy

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morty: can i pick the adventure today?

rick, for some reason: you absolute dumbass when did you grow consciousness. shut the fuck up. and im molesting you when we get home. idiot. fuck you just ruined my whole week. just shut up. holy shit. get under the seat and start sucking me off. actually don’t even do that we’re fucking going home you dumb idiot jesus fuck do not speak to me anymore today

morty: okay papa love you sorry for being an idiot dumbass

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my rick and morty episode 6 prediction: morty is seated in a dr.wongs office, except this ones slightly different—this place is more juvenile. posters about a balanced breakfast, stuffed animals scattered around the room, big ass cam-recorder blinking right at him. blinking red. dr.wong comes in shortly, places a teddy bear in front of him. then she says; “point on the bear where he touched you, morty,” (and she’s referring to rick)

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my rick and morty episode 6 prediction: morty is seated in a dr.wongs office, except this ones slightly different—this place is more juvenile. posters about a balanced breakfast, stuffed animals scattered around the room, big ass cam-recorder blinking right at him. blinking red. dr.wong comes in shortly, places a teddy bear in front of him. then she says; “point on the bear where he touched you, morty,” (and she’s referring to rick)

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"You pressed poison into my chest and called it love."

Foxgloves as Rick’s symbolic flower: toxic, beautiful, often symbolizing both insincerity and deep emotion.

And now Morty’s got them crammed against his heart, pressed into him with Rick’s dying insistence.

Companion piece to this picture

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New episode has me hands clasped in prayer for the possibility of an episode exploring Rick’s childhood & his relationship with his parents. I know that man has never felt familial love

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“they were nice to me, you should try it sometime” uhh rick not to be the bearer of bad news but you… treat morty very poorly… and yell at him constantly… and bully him… and also you are really mean to him always… so why are you so surprised that he can’t imagine you as kind…..

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Shipping or not Rick is partaking in emotional incest. Genuinely, everything he does canonically is a form of emotional incest basically abuse.

Acting as if Rickorty isn’t heavily implicated (negatively) is ignorance. Shippers making it positive is really not that big of a deal given the grand scheme of the series.

leaving this here because i agree

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i mean, even if you don’t like rickorty, there should still be an underlying understanding that rick is still grooming morty, even if not in a romantic and or sexual sense. the hole episode is all about how morty is codependent on rick, can’t imagine life without him… hell, his dream was to still have rick close to him and in his life even as a full fledged adult with his own home. he’s programmed that way. made to be reliant, obedient, dependent on rick and rick alone

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rick taught morty how to fight. btw. just enough so he could never beat him, but enough to beat just about anyone else. the planetina episode where he fights off one of her handlers in the janitors room—he did so well, and it also got me thinking about how if it were a rick he was trying to get away from in that situation, he wouldn’t be able to. he would have been so easily overpowered

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also, it would really help with his whole identity crisis thing. he’s not tied to just being a morty anymore. em distinguishes him from every morty. more food for thought: em strictly going by mortimer

i love calling evil morty ‘em’. it’s so cute… his nickname is em!!!! i would love it if they called him that in the show it would be soooooo adorb

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i love calling evil morty ‘em’. it’s so cute… his nickname is em!!!! i would love it if they called him that in the show it would be soooooo adorb

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I HAVENT WATCHED THE NEW EPISODE YET THE EXCITEMENT IS TOO OVERWHELMING