rsanchezc137

[rsanchezc137]

just want to make a quick statement that this blog is no longer associated with msc137 and emorty for reasons i will not be sharing or answering asks about. the future of this blog isnt clear right now, but for now it will stay dormant and i have no current plans to change that.

[rsanchezc137]

Stop being a coward.

You know who I am.

yeah yeah, dont you think im fucking trying??? i cant fix every single goddamn thing, im doing the best i can and obviously its not enough, i really dont need you rubbing it in my face and pulling my grandson to the side to tell him you told him so

[rsanchezc137]

Doesn't feel good, does it?

im not worried about how it feels, im worried about how the hell im supposed to make this shit normal again. i dont care how i feel, i have to keep the kid from fucking himself over because im a shitty caretaker

[rsanchezc137]

real "owning up to it" behavior to curse at the person that shares the details

her whole deal is to stir up drama im not giving her any credit for this shit

[rsanchezc137]

god DAMNIT summer.

[rsanchezc137]

Getting better means owning up to all your past mistakes. Things can't be healed between you two until everything is on the table and processed.

i own up to it! the thing is, EVERYTHING wont make it on the table. ive done fucked up things, im an asshole, im a piece of shit, isnt it worth something that everything new he learns is from years ago???

[rsanchezc137]

obviously everything is about you, isnt that the whole point?? i fucked up, we all know, its basic facts, but it doesnt help if every time you learn something new you dont trust me and i have to restart everything

obviously, this isnt, it doesnt sound good. you dont know every shitty thing ive done, ive been alive a long time, and ive done a lot of shitty things. the important thing is that im not lying more, im not adding shit on. if we sat here all day and i told you every bad thing i did, we wouldnt have time for anything else, it shouldnt matter what happened before

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rick, you know im really grateful that youre working so hard to be better. it means a lot to me and im so proud of the progress youve made. and i know youve done a lot of shitty things, i dont need to know the details of every person youve murdered and every bender you went on.

but this clearly is something thats a big deal since youre being so weird and avoidant about it! and its clearly something about me

[rsanchezc137]

What the fuck are you doing! Not telling him is just making it worse!

yeah ok, what do you suggest?? spend a year making things right, and every fucking time i turn my head, another fucked up thing i did is right there. obviously, my fault and stupid shit like that, but it should count for something that im working on the dumb bullshit and not restarting shit all over again

[rsanchezc137]

please, i need a drink right now.

does stanchez dni apply to the whole thing or can the man himself say hi @rsanchezc137

HEYYYYyyyy long time no see

[rsanchezc137]

whats up whats going on, youve been all over the place since we last talked havent you?

does stanchez dni apply to the whole thing or can the man himself say hi @rsanchezc137

HEYYYYyyyy long time no see

[rsanchezc137]

https://www.tumblr.com/msc137/772310398283169792/waitwaitwait-didnt-we-do-a-whole-like-heist

A pretty big coincidence, huh?

yeah, weird.

[rsanchezc137]

As he did before, Rick bit his tongue at the comparison, rolling his eyes at the thought. Despite changing, despite getting better, he wasn't anything like the Morty, (though the issue was more of being compared to a child, rather than the grandson). Pushing the lingering annoyance down, he continued to listen, going out of his way to quit picking at his hands so his attention would be obvious.

"Well, yeah, I'm not saying the kid is the worst person to walk the Earth. He's just kind of... a dick." He said, unibrow furrowing. "It doesn't surprise me that he and Chauncey went through it, that kid is fucked enough, Mortimer being the guy to threaten him isn't really..." Rick trailed off, allowing the silence to fill the end of his sentence.

He shrugged in response, returning to ripping the skin off of his fingertips, shame flooding him once more. How many kids had to thank their guardian for not being upset? How much had he ruined Morty's life, that he felt the need to thank Rick for doing the bare minimum. For offering the smallest bit of support. How many sixteen-year-olds shared an addiction with their alcoholic mother and nearly non-functioning grandfather?

"Not like I can do anything else. Your mom would probably kill me if I was loud this late at night." Once more, he shot for humor but brushed it off as he failed and missed the mark.

Morty's next statement surprised him, eyes widening as he stared for a moment. He stared at his downturned head, unsure of what to say to help the situation. An unsteady hand was set on her shoulder, the older now standing so he could be a little closer.

"You're not an awful friend. You made a mistake, and that's okay. You've got the world on your shoulders, kid, nobody is going to blame you for stumbling." He spoke, his voice steady, effort going into his attempt at comfort. "The whole situation with Chauncey and Mortimer is fucked, but it's not impossible to settle. Nobody's going to hate you for this, Mortimer's mad but he's just... kind of like that from what I've seen." This time he didn't smile, the joking tone long gone.

This time, Rick just handed the cloth to Morty, much less sure of himself and his ability to help his grandson through whatever was plaguing him. He felt useless, which didn't really feel good.

(@msc137)

Morty gently opened the door to the garage, hand wobbling a little. "Hey, Rick, um. Do, uh, do you have a few?"

She had only gotten home a few minutes ago, alcohol still fresh on her breath, and the weight of guilt still fresh on her shoulders. Her grandpa, that was who she needed. Just being around him would make her feel a but better.

Sober Rick was a lot more keen than any other version, so when Morty opened the door and stumbled over, he could guess what he needed from the genius.

"Yeah, kid. Not doin' much." He stood, pushing the swivel chair to the kid, taking a swig from his flask that now held whatever mixture of sour candy, cough syrup, and whatever he decided would do the job when he woke in the ungodly hours of the Earth morning.

He let complaints die on his tongue, pushing back the annoyance and nearly crippling worry that seeing his grandson drunk and moody triggered. Obviously he wasn't the role model of the century, and neither was his daughter, so the kid didn't have much to go off of. Besides, Morty having enough confidence to approach Rick in this state was enough to take off the sharp edge of guilt that tore into him.

"You... good?" He asked, ignoring how foreign and awkward it felt to be genuine rather than just a dick.

[rsanchezc137]

"Duh. I'm a lot of things, Morty, but I'm not a liar." Rick was quiet for a moment, before peeking at his grandson through the side of his eyes, a smile finding a temporary home on his wrinkled face. "That much of a liar," He corrected with a wink, resembling an old silly grandpa rather than the mad scientist he usually was.

He pulled himself up onto the bench, biting back the wince that his bones tried to pull from him. Despite the enhancements and gadgets and everything he fixed, he still homed himself in the body of an old man, leaving him to deal with the consequences. When Morty began, he went back to listening, his feet kicking aimlessly under him to stimulate some kind of distraction so it was easier for him to focus.

"Yeah, okay. Chauncey's the kid in the house, Mortimer is the one he's so afraid of. I've talked to him, angry fuckin' kid. I'm sure he made a good Rick," C-137 wasn't quick enough to stop the insult, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to ignore his outburst. "Yeah, it's all a mess. I'm with you, though, all caught up in your drama."

As Morty got to the end of his recollection, Rick looked at him, crossing his arms with a soft sigh. "Why would I be disappointed? It's not like you ran off to go get drunk on purpose. I'm more upset you're hanging out with that Mortimer kid than you drinking."

He shrugged before running a hand through his hair, trying to pull words together. Obviously, he didn't get his own chance to be a dad, so after everything he had already done wrong, he wanted more than anything to get it right. He wanted Morty to have somebody he could look up to in the right way, to show him proof that somebody could change. He saw a little bit of his daughter in him every day, which only made him want to do better.

"Look, Morty, obviously I'm not thrilled you're coming home with liquor on your breath. You worry me half to death without substances getting involved, I don't need to explain what adds to that," He paused, trying to figure out a way to word what he wanted to say.

"But you're a good kid. I don't have to worry about you seeking out shit like that, or lying to me or your mom or your therapist about what's really going on. Rome wasn't built in a day, I don't expect you to be the emperor and change everything before you can stand on your feet." He said, rubbing the back of his neck with a sigh. "I'm not disappointed because I know you tried. I also don't really stand in the place to judge, y'know..."

Rick held up his flask with a half smile, opening it up and taking another swig. He wasn't under the influence in any traditional sense, but he still wouldn't be able to function if he were actually sober, so he considered himself in a similar boat.

(@msc137)

Morty gently opened the door to the garage, hand wobbling a little. "Hey, Rick, um. Do, uh, do you have a few?"

She had only gotten home a few minutes ago, alcohol still fresh on her breath, and the weight of guilt still fresh on her shoulders. Her grandpa, that was who she needed. Just being around him would make her feel a but better.

Sober Rick was a lot more keen than any other version, so when Morty opened the door and stumbled over, he could guess what he needed from the genius.

"Yeah, kid. Not doin' much." He stood, pushing the swivel chair to the kid, taking a swig from his flask that now held whatever mixture of sour candy, cough syrup, and whatever he decided would do the job when he woke in the ungodly hours of the Earth morning.

He let complaints die on his tongue, pushing back the annoyance and nearly crippling worry that seeing his grandson drunk and moody triggered. Obviously he wasn't the role model of the century, and neither was his daughter, so the kid didn't have much to go off of. Besides, Morty having enough confidence to approach Rick in this state was enough to take off the sharp edge of guilt that tore into him.

"You... good?" He asked, ignoring how foreign and awkward it felt to be genuine rather than just a dick.

[rsanchezc137]

The older man's frown deepened, intently listening as his grandson nearly groveled at his feet. If he could, he'd be the one sinking into the ground, guilt and shame interrupting the few words he could hear through the drunken tears. As Morty finished up his rant, Rick had reached into his pocket, pulling out a cloth he kept in to wipe his reading glasses and the occasional icky substance off the wheel of his car.

"Hey, come on, you don't have to freak out." His hands cupped his grandson's chin, wiping the tears that had fallen seemingly without notice of the kid. When he finished, he propped himself against the workbench in the garage, leaning his weight on it and crossing his arms.

"Stop with the explanations, you don't have to explain. I'm not your idiot father, the last thing you need right now is getting scolded by a hypocrite." He tried to smile, wanting to lighten the mood, but clearing his throat when he could tell now wasn't really the time. "It's gonna be okay. Shit happens, I'm not gonna get pissy just because you made a mistake." He gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"No need to go." He said, voice quiet. He let the room stay silent for a moment, before he tried again, looking down at Morty with a tilt of his head. "Do you... want to talk about it? No pressure, duh, but therapy said it helps, sometimes."

(@msc137)

Morty gently opened the door to the garage, hand wobbling a little. "Hey, Rick, um. Do, uh, do you have a few?"

She had only gotten home a few minutes ago, alcohol still fresh on her breath, and the weight of guilt still fresh on her shoulders. Her grandpa, that was who she needed. Just being around him would make her feel a but better.

Sober Rick was a lot more keen than any other version, so when Morty opened the door and stumbled over, he could guess what he needed from the genius.

"Yeah, kid. Not doin' much." He stood, pushing the swivel chair to the kid, taking a swig from his flask that now held whatever mixture of sour candy, cough syrup, and whatever he decided would do the job when he woke in the ungodly hours of the Earth morning.

He let complaints die on his tongue, pushing back the annoyance and nearly crippling worry that seeing his grandson drunk and moody triggered. Obviously he wasn't the role model of the century, and neither was his daughter, so the kid didn't have much to go off of. Besides, Morty having enough confidence to approach Rick in this state was enough to take off the sharp edge of guilt that tore into him.

"You... good?" He asked, ignoring how foreign and awkward it felt to be genuine rather than just a dick.

[rsanchezc137]

(@msc137)

Morty gently opened the door to the garage, hand wobbling a little. "Hey, Rick, um. Do, uh, do you have a few?"

She had only gotten home a few minutes ago, alcohol still fresh on her breath, and the weight of guilt still fresh on her shoulders. Her grandpa, that was who she needed. Just being around him would make her feel a but better.

Sober Rick was a lot more keen than any other version, so when Morty opened the door and stumbled over, he could guess what he needed from the genius.

"Yeah, kid. Not doin' much." He stood, pushing the swivel chair to the kid, taking a swig from his flask that now held whatever mixture of sour candy, cough syrup, and whatever he decided would do the job when he woke in the ungodly hours of the Earth morning.

He let complaints die on his tongue, pushing back the annoyance and nearly crippling worry that seeing his grandson drunk and moody triggered. Obviously he wasn't the role model of the century, and neither was his daughter, so the kid didn't have much to go off of. Besides, Morty having enough confidence to approach Rick in this state was enough to take off the sharp edge of guilt that tore into him.

"You... good?" He asked, ignoring how foreign and awkward it felt to be genuine rather than just a dick.

[rsanchezc137]

[You got mail !]

it contains - a bag of catnip, with a note that reads "fuck you -anonymous" on it

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what the hell am i supposed to say this?? thanks??? what do i do with this

[rsanchezc137]

have fun with the president today. mom says to make sure youre home by dinner, and you can bring him along if you both promise to behave.

- @msc137

i didnt have fun do you think this is fun??? i have to turn into a turkey and have a massive fight with the president to make sure youre still allowed to live in the us for the next year. youre lucky i dont want your mom on my ass enough to threaten him into pardoning you as well.

anyways no fuck that guy im still mad about the unity thing hes not allowed to walk into my home and eat food my daughter paid for in my house hes a piece of shit im not over it