#never forgetting about the ppl they wronged too

[strawluvr]

It’s easy to think of elves and think flashy clothes,jewelry and a seemingly perfect society where everyone is equal in living and pay. But a quick dive into their system reveals that their council is probably the first oligarchy ever created, that they essentially don’t have a democracy, that their council mass tracks and surveils every elf while also being complicit in erasing and manipulating history.

[britneyshakespeare]

emily dickinson is gonna win bb25

[artekai]

Feeling real hopeless in this holiday tonight ngl

[bumpscosity]

too scared to go off anon but we are mutuals and i love seeing your posts about the disney rides and such. its like peeking in a window to something i know nothing about but enjoy seeing on my dash regardless

HAI MYSTERY MUTUAL!! glad ya like it! disney parks are a hyperfixation so it's always fun to post about for me :)

[ai404]

nobody who describes themselves as "too self aware" has ever seemed very aware to me.

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

something that strikes me about pw's 'gray' is just how. religious it is. it's very religious. religion plays such a subtle, omnipresent role in it. because of course it does.

[seilahdiaries]

𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞. 𓍯𓂃

IN WHICH the greasers mess up and regret it .

warnings swearing, tiny angst, fluff, the boys are down bad😭 𝓯! reader x the outsiders .

𓍼 i think i could eat avocado toast for the rest of my life and be okay. also i don’t get why ppl don’t like the self tanner smell or maybe it’s the fact my tanner smells like coconut idek.

now playing . . . baby come back - player

𝗗𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗡

you hadn’t even meant it that seriously when you said it—just a teasing little murmur.

“you’re never sweet to me y’know that?”

but of course—dallas being dallas— got verryyy defensive and he flinched.

he shrugged you off like a bad itch, your spot tucked under his arm and resting your head on his chest forgotten. he lit a cigarette and said something like, “you want sweet, go date a lil’ bitch.”

the warmth in the smokey room vanished. next thing you knew you tugged your little ballet flats on, almost kissed his cheek out of habit but just walked out. slamming the door just a little bit for dramatic effect.

he lasted two nights btw.🙏🏻

two whole nights of no contact before he was pacing his room like a gooner on no nut november. muttering under his breath like “i ain’t callin’ her. hell no. she’s the one who walked out.”

then five seconds later he’s in bathroom mirror like “be fr, dallas. what if she thinks you don’t care. what if she actually already got a new bitch?!”

he DEFINITELY stalks your house like a creep. he’ll “stroll” pass your house atleast five times a day hoping he’ll catch a glimpse of you, nonchalantly ofc.

when he finally sees you again, after two days of stalking, he doesn’t really say anything. just flicks the cigarette away and stares at you like he wasn’t just tweaking out last night.

“you done bein’ mad?” he asks, voice rough, arms crossed. but his eyes gave him away, the way he looks at your hands, your lips, your wrists— like it’s been years and he almost forgot how you looked. dramaticcc

“cause i cant do that again. the.. not talking shit. alright?” he doesn’t apologize, not exactly. but he looks at you like he wants to. like the words are caught somewhere between his throat and pride.

and when you don’t answer— just take one step closer— he doesn’t stop you.

he lets you fix the collar of his jacket, tuck the strand of hair behind his ear without flinching, lets you look at him. really look.

so maybe dallas winston isn’t sweet.. but he lets you touch the softest parts of him. sometimes! ☺️

𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗦

you guys don’t usually fight, you two are really mature. but on the rare occasions you do. it hurts so bad☹️

you got up early today, cut the crust off his sandwich because you knew as much as he refused he liked it, you knew better. you ironed his coat with care and even laid everything out for him.

you just wanted to lighten the weight on his shoulders, give him a peaceful morning where he wasn’t racing time.

oh were you wrong!

“why does it smell like pickles?” “you know i can’t stand that.”

then a second later— his voice sharp, short—

“did you use steam on my coat? it’s wrinkled as hell.” “christ— cant you do anything right?”

your heart immediately hurt, a quiet ache. and you didn’t say a word. you folded the sandwich in wax paper, into the brown bag and handed him his coat.

“sorry,” is all you say, “just go.”

and he does.

but who tf? 🤨you leave too. you didn’t answer his calls for about six days, and somehow managed to avoid seeing him too.

“i was wrong.” he spoke on your front porch suddenly, “i was..i took it out on you. and you didn’t deserve that.”

I KNOW THATS RIGHTTTTTT

darry had spiraled. he reorganized the kitchen cabinets. snapped at soda. started lifting at midnight. told himself you’d come back— trying to get his mind off you.

but on day seven, he showed up on your porch. hands shaking with flowers from the store, pink peonies.

𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗔𝗣𝗢𝗣 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗦

he would forget your guys date i’m sorry😭. but ofc not on purpose!!

your ballet pumps dug into the sidewalk, the small cardigan you wore barely clung shut in the cold— because you thought he’d come and warm you up. like always.

but he didn’t. he stood you up.

you stood there till your curls fell and your perfume started to fade. then you walked home in silence. you were so hurt.

you didn’t answer his calls, didn’t open the door when he came knocking. so he opened the window 🤗 like a literal criminal breaking in.

“i’m so stupid,” he blurted, standing outside with slightly flattened tulips he’d rip out of his neighbors front yard. “like actually. i swear i was just talking to steve and then it was dark out and i remembered and i—”

bro didn’t even last a day😭. at most a couple hours before he was crashing out realizing he messed up and IMMEDIATELY ran to your place after calling.

he cut himself off. you looked into his eyes and they were so glossy. “you got all dressed up for me,” he whispered staring at your makeup. “i’m so sorry.”

then he held out the flowers, palms trembling and sweaty.

“can you atleast be mad at me with the tulips in your hand? please? they’re stolen and..crushed. but they’re for you.”

FORGIVE THE POOR MAN PLEASE.😔🙏🏻

𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗬𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗦

you told him you finished the book he recommended you, unfortunately it wasn’t your taste. you said it was okay—just not your style.

but ofc you caught him on a bad day, ever since you guys left the school grounds he’d been moody. deriods.😒

he scoffed, “yeah well people like you never really get it anways.”

EXCUSE MEE??!?! he still walked you home, but it was quiet— and awkward.

you kicked a stone down the sidewalk while your chest burned. and when you got to your porch— no kiss, no goodbye. just a mumble under his breath and the soft crunch of his sneakers walking away.

you didn’t call. he didn’t either.

but he went crazy in that quiet, weird way.

would stay for at least 10 minutes just scrubbing at his hands, darry would have to PEEL him away from the sink. would also sit upside down on the couch and recite quotes from that same book. he spilt chocolate milk on his essay. and still turned it in.

then, steve caught him infront of the bathroom mirror, hollering apologies but throwing hands. hello?? 😭

“i shouldn’t have said that,” right hook. “i really—truly didn’t mean it.” jab to the jaw.

steve lost it.

“man are you apologizing or knocking her out??”

ponys face was red. he left mid-apology-roundhouse

but the next day, fallen out your locker— was a little folded note.

“i rewrote this three times. i’m sorry, i said something stupid and mean. and its not true at all.”

𝗝𝗢𝗛𝗡𝗡𝗬 𝗖𝗔𝗗𝗘

you called. once. twice. five times. you even left voicemails after each one. but maybe the last one came off a bit aggressive.

“its fine. really. maybe you’re just too busy ignoring me.”

it was not fine. 😐

you knew his parents weren’t home. his mom was off at her family’s. his dad hadn’t been seen since wednesday. he was home and you were sure of it. but still— nothing.

you went to sleep dramatically, but mostly with your pride hurt cause why did you leave so many voicemails jeez.😓

turns out he wasn’t ignoring you! haha. he’d actually gotten a migraine so bad it made even the light in the room unbearable

johnny curled up with a damp cloth over his forehead, your voicemails playing faintly in his room while he drifted in and out.

and the next early morning, you heard your window click open. you slightly panicked for a second cause whattt before he climbed in with crushed wild flowers he ALSO stole from someone’s yard. cough. soda.

“i didn’t mean to ignore you. swear. i couldn’t look at anything. my head was pounding. but i kept your voicemails on loop. it helped me fall asleep. that last one kind of hurt my feelings though.”

you smiled in spite of yourself.

𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗩𝗘 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗘

you were sitting on the curb while he fixed his truck for the millionth time. squinting your eyes from the sun and trying to keep your linen skirt from lifting with the breeze.

you giggled and teased,

“if you spent half as much time on fixing my bike as you do on that greaser hair, i might actually be able to come see you.”

DAMN GIRL.

he laughed— but short.

“yeah well, maybe if you focused on your chain instead of my hair, you wouldn’t be walking it everywhere.”

oh!

you didn’t say much after that—like at all. just walked your bike home when it came time. quiet, wheel clicking out of rhythm.

you didn’t hear from him after that. no calls at all. but two days later, you heard metal clicking in your driveway.

steve.

with his toolbox and a cigarette tucked behind his ear, already halfway through fixing your chain.

“can’t have you riding around on a broken chain. might not like my hair, but at least let me keep you safe.”

you smiled—soft. fixing the cigarette that threaten to fall.

𝗧𝗪𝗢-𝗕𝗜𝗧 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗪𝗦

he always joked— but this time it wasn’t funny. 😔

you didn’t even remember what he said exactly, just that it hurt. and when your eyes started to gloss, he laughed.

what you didn’t know was that it wasn’t because it was funny— but he didn’t know what else to do. and so you left— face wet and rose-glossed lips pressed shut. and for once in forever, you ignored him.

the next day, you were mid-bite in a chocolate-covered strawberry, legs curled up on the linen couch in your lace pajama shorts. you heard the front door creak.

then two-bit suddenly sat beside you, like he hadn’t made you cry the night before.

“i’m sorry,” he said, holding up a plastic bag from the corner store. “i hate when you’re upset with me. even more when you don’t laugh at me.”

you stared, until he nudged your elbow to take the bag—and you did. “okay, ..now blink twice if you still love me.”

you didn’t blink.

[saintslewis]

𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

- drabble.

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x black! fem reader

summary: reader will never let the paddock forget who Lewis Hamilton is.

warnings: cussing.

saint’s team radio 🪩: this is just a lil something. I was pissed tf off yesterday because of some lewis “fans” and i will never miss an opportunity to let ppl know who my goat is 🫦. enjoy

ps, i’m not adding actual reporter’s names for this so i made up random names.

taglist: @mauvecherie-writes @perfecttrashface @non-stop-imagines @emjayewrites @purplelewlew @hopefulromantic1 @motheroffae @exotic-iris13 @httpsserene @queenshikongo3 @greedyjudge2 @cocobutterqwueen

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The tag from your denim jacket had been irritating you since the second you put it on but you chose to forget about it, often adjusting it with your nails or a little shimmy of your shoulders.

Holding the mic from Sky Sports F1 wasn’t all too odd for you, the broadcast team only handing it to you when talking about Lewis and his achievements. Your support for the Stevenage driver was strong, often being as labelled as biased but you couldn’t care less. The support was mutual between the two of you, usually lingering on the line of friendship but doubt and time was always against you.

Your sunglasses sat on your braided head with a bored expression on your face, just wanting to get this segment over with so that you could go back to your individual blogging and interviews. Standing patiently in front of the cameras while other reporters ran around unorganised, you played with your beaded ‘44’ bracelet.

“My goodness, Y/n! I have no clue how you are so calm, this is always so hard!” One of them exclaimed, laughing in the process. “Not to mention the outfit! You look like you could go to a party!” Another laughed, her smile faltering when your eyes snapped to her, expression never changing.

After a while, the segment began and off the reporters went on a scripted tangent about other teams before getting to the main topic; Lewis. “Now, onto a different subject, Lewis Hamilton’s performance in that car has been nothing short of a…disaster if I could say.” Jimmy said, deciding to look at you as he spoke. Almost as if he was challenging you.

“For a specific race weekend or overall? His teammate, George is doing significantly better. I don’t know what’s wrong with him, it’s like he doesn’t know how to drive.” Jennifer spoke, poorly making an attempt of a joke.

“I’m not too sure why you’re speaking as if he is a rookie. You lot can see that Mercedes hasn’t been doing well as a collective yet you’re targeting one driver who has brought then 8 constructer titles rather than the other who has one win.” Lifting your mic, you spoke with a clear voice, never stuttering.

Frank shook his head and tried to chuckle. “Look Y/n. We understand he’s your boyfriend or whatever but we need to be factual here. What Ferrari has done is a mistake by signing him. I mean, there needs to be more space for others and he’s taking up space.”

“And Alonso’s dusty ass doesn’t need to leave? Using my support for Lewis to try and justify your dislike for him is unprofessional. I have no clue how you have the gumption to say all this.” You responded, still not moving from your spot.

The other 4 reporters stared at you in shock along with other people stopping in the paddock, surrounding the space just in front of the official f1 hospitality suite.

“There’s no need to use aggressive language, Y/n.” Jennifer lifted her hand to place on your shoulder but you moved away in time. “Aggressive for who?” You challenged, tilting your head.

It had gotten quite. “The viewers. It’s not a lie, Lewis is just not good anymore. He needs to make space.” One of them spoke up but you couldn’t be bothered to listen to anyone else other than Frank, your eyes trained on him.

“What? We need to speak with the producers, having an independent journalist was a mistake.” Frank smirked.

“You can take your opinion and shove it up your ass. Thanks for having me, Sky Sports F1.” You turned to the camera to blow a kiss then you gave the mic you were holding to whoever would catch it.

Walking away from the set, you knew what you did was undeniably unprofessional but those people had always had a vendetta against Lewis and any reporter/journalist who support him. Breathing out, you sashayed your way through the paddock with people staring as your braids glided in the slight breeze.

The buzz of your phone shook you out of your racing mind, a little gasp escaping your mouth as you read the notification from instagram.

lewishamilton no joke, that was the best thing i’ve ever seen. glad we have that interview together in 5 minutes :)

You first looked around the paddock after reading that message but you figured that he watched it live just like everyone else did. Your anger for that segment had clouded your thoughts so much, you forgot about the interview you were supposed to have with the champion.

Rushing to the large luxurious paddock club, you received all types of looks from those who either clearly watched the broadcast live or they’re looking at your outfit, although the latter was made up in your mind.

Luckily, he hadn’t arrived to the designated room you booked to have the interview with him but as soon as you got your phone out to record and your notes, the screams and excitement were heard from outside the door and a smile couldn’t help but sneak on your face.

You have only interviewed him three times in your entire career but every time you did so, he never wanted it to end, always trying to make it longer by asking his own questions to you or just sharing a laugh.

With security opening the door for him, he entered the room and spotted you with a smile on his face. He entered alone in the mercedes shirt already on. No words needed to spoken by either of you, Lewis opening his arms for a hug to greet you. Once in his embrace, you thought it’d be quick but to your surprise, it lasted a few moments longer.

“Hi Y/n.” Lewis spoke, a hand still on your shoulder. You took a quick breath and immediately relaxed on the spot. “Hey Lewis.”

“Your response to Sky was insane but I liked it.” He chuckled, sitting across from you with his legs open and a ring clad hand sat comfortably on his lap.

You didn’t want to show him how the sight affected you especially when your emotions are sky high so you remained calm on the outside. “It’s just…I’m pretty sure I lost my job just now because of how I reacted.” You sighed out, flicking a few braids back.

“Some of them had said worse things so you’re okay.” Lewis responded, his tone wasn’t all too sure but he just wanted to lift your mood. “Yeah but I’m black. They used micro aggressions too.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at everything once recalling back to that moment.

“I heard. I’ll have a word with Sky.” He reassured you. “Oooh okay, Sir.” You joked, masking how the reassurance made your stomach flutter. You’d like to think he was openly flirting with you but you quickly put that thought at the back of your mind.

“I just don’t want those people to forget who you are, you know? I’m sure you hear this all the time. You know what you’re doing and you’re the best at it. I wanna remind the people who the goat is.” You rambled a bit, noticing his smile growing as he listened to you.

“You’re too kind, really. I know what I am, it’s just a little tough right now.” He shrugged as he fully leaned back into his seat. “If you need me to fight anybody in your team, let me know.” You winked, flashing a comical smile that made Lewis laugh.

Giving you a once over, Lewis leaned forward and rested his tatted arms on his knees. “You look good today. You always do but today…phenomenal.” He spoke, his voice noticeably relaxed. “Don’t make me blush, Sir.” You smiled, failing terribly at hiding your feeling.

“That nickname, Y/n,” He chuckled. “Is that door locked?” He asked. All you had to do was nod at the man and Lewis smirked, licking his lips in the process.

“C’mere.”

saint’s notes 🪩: slightly rushed, george pissed me off, hope you enjoyed. bye. <3

[dollfacefantasy]

LOVE POTION NO. 9 ♡

pairing: rick grimes x fem!reader x michonne hawthorne

summary: something goes wrong on a supply run with michonne and rick, leaving it a little hard for you to suppress your deepest desires

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), scissoring, fingering, threesome, sex pollen (so dubcon because of that) (also it's not really pollen)

a/n: i wrote this for one of the sweetest ppl on this site @rigorwhoring. happy belated birthday bb, i hope you like it!! <33

The metal beneath your feet creaked with each careful step you took on the catwalk. You looked ahead and let out a sigh. The lab wasn’t too much farther away, but you were never fond of heights and this platform was dangling at least forty feet above the sprawl of computers and shelving units below.

“Why are we even here? Don’t you think the government would’ve taken everything useful when they jumped ship? Especially their supply of antibiotics,” you huffed.

“They were incompetent enough to let the entire country fall into chaos, so I wouldn’t guarantee that,” Rick said from behind you.

“Plus, it never hurts to look and be sure,” Michonne added.

You pursed your lips. You didn’t have to turn around to see the faint, teasing smile that was surely taking residence on her face. She got on you a lot about your impatience and impulsivity. And while you knew she had a point in trying to show you the value in being thorough, you never wanted to admit you had a tendency to overlook details.

“Whatever. I still think we should’ve just checked a normal doctor’s office first,” you said.

“It’s too bad you’re not in charge of making the plans then, isn’t it?” Rick asked.

Great. Now he was mocking you too. You shot a look over your shoulder and stuck your tongue out. The petulant move got you a quiet laugh out of both of them. Butterflies fluttered around in the pit of your stomach, but you tried your hardest to ignore them with a deep breath.

It was pathetic, your little crush. You tried telling yourself that every time you felt the nag of yearning well up inside your heart. Your feelings had been tormenting you for a while now. It seemed like forever given the malleable nature of time these days, but in reality it had only been since you arrived in Alexandria.

You weren’t sure what it was. Sure, maybe you had little mini crushes on Rick and Michonne before that, but they were barely there. Fleeting ideas that you never lingered too long on. Little bursts of joy when she’d bring you something special from a supply run or when he’d praise you for improving with your gun. It was never anything real, anything you’d actually spend time ruminating about.

But since the group had taken up residence in that apocalyptic suburb, you found your head filled with thoughts like those more and more. Your fantasies were no longer fleeting. That little seize in your heart had migrated South to become flutters in your belly or jolts between your thighs. And now that they were together? Now that you saw them being affectionate with each other right before your own eyes? Forget about it. You were helpless.

You tried to hide the way you stared when his hand casually rested on her waist or when their lips pressed together for a kiss that was always a smidge more than chaste. Not even sleep brought you a reprieve from your fixation. In the night, you’d dream of them. You’d imagine her slender fingers caressing over your shoulders and cupping your breasts while his tongue traced patterns down your stomach.

It was hellish quite honestly. You’d tried distracting yourself, looking around for someone else to fantasize about. But no one did the trick. No one captured your attention like they did. Every time you tried thinking about any of the other people around town, they’d invade those thoughts too.

With a sigh, you finally reached the lab door and shoved all those thoughts away. This was no time for daydreams. There could be walkers or worse in this next room, and you couldn’t have them thinking you were incapable if you seemed distracted…

The three of you stayed silent for a moment, trying to listen for any sounds of a threat, but none came up. The facility was just as silent up here as it was when you waded through the area below.

You took the liberty of trying the door first. Fortunately, it opened under the pressure of your hand. The locks in this place all seemed to be electric, and without power for the last couple years, the things they guarded were left vulnerable to whoever may come across them.

The room was empty like you’d hoped. There was no sign of activity, undead or otherwise. Cabinets filled most of the room. One wall was covered in refrigerated units, all of which were dark and room temperature now.

You walked in a couple of steps, and they followed behind.

“You take the left side of the room, Michonne and I’ll take the right,” Rick directed.

You nodded, taking the order without complaint.

Before starting your search, you pull out the crumpled note from Denise in your pocket. The exact name of the drug she needed was scrawled down in blue ink. You read it over a couple times. It would be your luck that you’d grab everything but the thing she wanted.

With the information in mind, you snaked through the rows of storage compartments. Lots of them had been emptied out. Either the people who worked here had loaded up before leaving like you said or other groups had come through and scavenged just as you were doing now.

Your eyes danced over the little labels on the containers. You grabbed a few things that weren’t on the list but seemed useful from the brief information provided. Unlike a doctor’s office or pharmacy, these drugs weren’t simply ibuprofen or tylenol. They all had long names that you couldn’t dream of pronouncing correctly. You assumed they were just like elevated versions of regular or prescription meds. Denise was the one to even tell you all about the place, so you knew they’d be good for something at least.

After a little more searching, you finally came across the small letters that spelled out the word you needed. You didn’t waste any time pulling the remaining tubes out and shoving them in your bag. Out of pure curiosity, you also glanced at the vials lined up next to them.

The liquid in them was bright, pretty pink. It looked almost glittery too. You had to know what it was. It was out of your control, the way you reached for one and spun it around between your fingers.

You just had never seen a drug that looked so… cute? Like something out of a cartoon. What could this even be for? It must have been in the developmental stages still. Or maybe it was like pepto-bismol on steroids or something. You had no clue.

The name on the label was just as confusing as the rest, completely meaningless to you. You read a little more and spotted the words experimental stimulant with some numbers below. That was vague, but you knew what both experimental and stimulant meant. 

Having seen enough horror movies, you decided it would probably be best not to mess around with random substances from a government lab. You went to slide it right back into the little slot from which it came, but as your hand angled it, a loud slam came from the wall next to you. A groan came right after it, one of the haggard rumbles of death you’d become nauseatingly familiar with over the last couple years.

Panic surged through your body. You gasped and your hand jolted, ramming the vial against the holder and missing the slot for it. The glass shattered between the surface and your hand. Shards sliced into you. That pink liquid doused your skin and cuts.

But you didn’t care about that right now. Your mind was hyper focused on the possibility of a walker being nearby. You looked in the direction of the loud noise and saw one instantly. Its maimed face pushed up against the glass window on a closet door. The sight of it still left you pumped up on adrenaline; however, the thick glass barrier between the two of you made it a little less urgent.

It just stood there, shuffling against the locked door, jaw gnashing against the translucent pane it no longer could comprehend. You shook your head and let out a sigh.

Now the sound of footsteps came rushing towards you. Having heard the commotion, Rick and Michonne had crossed the room in seconds, his pistol drawn and her sword ready to make quick work of whatever threat you’d encountered.

They saw what you did as soon as they were close enough. Rick’s hand landed on your shoulder, startling you just a bit.

“You alright?” he asked. Even before you could get your answer out, his eyes scanned you from head to toe, making sure you hadn’t sustained any kind of injury.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you assured with a nod. “It just startled me, that’s all.”

Michonne, who had also been looking you over, reached for your wrist.

“You’re bleeding,” she said.

She lifted your hand, examining the blood that trickled from the wounds scattered all around your fingers and palm. You flexed your digits a bit to make sure no glass was lodged inside you still. Your skin stung with the movement. More drops of red oozed from the cuts, and she hissed in response.

“Do you think she’ll need stitches?” Michonne asked with a cautious look to Rick.

He took your hand next, his fingers just as careful as hers. After a few moments of inspection, he shook his head.

“Should be fine. We just need to get her cleaned and bandaged up soon,” he said thoughtfully.

A rush went through you as they spoke like you were something to be handled. Retracting your hand, you sheepishly turned away from the pair.

“I’m fine, really,” you said.

You looked down at the injury yourself. The main thing you noticed was how shimmery your skin was. 

Shit. That vial you’d been holding obviously spilled on you when it’d cracked, and in turn, that pink mystery liquid had doused your open wounds. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That could be really really bad. You contemplated saying something to Rick and Michonne, but it wasn’t like they’d have an antidote to whatever it was either. All it would do is probably make them panic.

So instead, you pulled out a spare rag from your bag, intending to wrap it around your hand.

“Ah-ah. That clean?” Rick said as he saw the blue cloth come out.

“Yes,” you huffed with a small side-eye. Your displeasure was only external though. Inside, you preened under the show of care.

He smiled and shook his head at your attitude while Michonne came closer and wrapped her arm around your shoulders.

“Come on, let’s start heading back. Denise can look at it when we get home,” she said softly.

You were more than happy to lean into the touch and walk along with her out of the lab. Everything would be fine. You just had to last the hour drive back. Then you could see Denise and get fixed up or just sleep the little spill off.

As it had turned out, everything was not fine.

Like the trip here, you sat in the backseat of the Jeep while Rick and Michonne occupied the front. They spoke about plans for the group, future scavenging locations, different tasks that needed to be taken care of, and so on. You didn’t really know because you weren’t really listening.

In all honesty, listening wasn’t even an option right now. Everything around you was fast becoming a blur. Your head was cloudy and hot. It felt like the car was floating rather than rolling along the road. And worst of all your body was thrumming. As if each of your cells was lit on fire, your skin tingled and burned.

It started up a couple minutes after the car had set off, and by now, you could barely sit still. The ache started in your stomach — at first, you thought it was just a simple cramp. But the coil of pain grew tighter. And then it drifted further down and settled between your thighs.

You just couldn’t stop squirming. It was taking everything you had to hold yourself back from jamming your fingers down your shorts to try and rub it away. The night sky outside provided the cover you would need. Rick and Michonne were wrapped up in their own discussion up front. If you could just be quiet then maybe…

No way. What were you thinking? You blinked a few times, almost in disbelief with yourself. Something was going on. It had to be. That liquid must have done something severe to you. You would never consider touching yourself in such close proximity to other people — let alone Michonne and Rick — if you were in your right mind.

You just had to wait till you made it back. Then you could slink off to your room and fuck yourself stupid all night.

That was easier said than done though.

You could repeat mantras of restraint over and over, but the words didn’t satisfy your body’s hunger. That same ache pulsed within you, called to your fingertips, silently urged you to spread your legs. You let out a shuddery breath and looked out the window, attempting to quell your desire by subtly shifting your hips against your seat.

The tree patterns outside were growing familiar. It couldn’t be too much longer till the gate came into view and opened up to welcome you in.

Your eyes had just fallen shut when a call of your name grabbed your attention.

“What?” you responded, a little shocked by how breathy your own voice sounded.

You weren’t even sure which one of them had called for you. Rick was glancing at you through the reflection of the rearview mirror, and Michonne turned around in her seat upon hearing how off you sounded.

“You alright back there? We said your name like three times,” Rick said.

You bit your lip silently. It was hard to focus on what he was actually saying when his voice sounded so fucking good. All deep and gravelly, his tone light and almost fond for you.

“Um… yeah. I’m fine. Sorry. Just zoned out,” you answered.

“Are you sure?” Michonne asked. Her eyes narrowed as she scrutinized your features. “You sound out of breath. And you look it too.”

Your heartbeat picked up in your chest. She sounded heavenly too. Her voice was rich and soft, like the warmth of an embrace in the form of soundwaves.

“‘m fine,” you insisted. “You guys always worry too much about me.”

She continued to stare at you, not believing your excuse. You gazed right back in an attempt to appear normal.

“Fine-” she started, on the precipice of relenting. However, it was right then that the car drove over a bump.

And you let out a squeak that was dangerously close to a moan.

You couldn’t help it. The rear set of tires striking whatever was in the road had bounced you upward and brought you right back down on the seat, pussy first.

Heat seared a path up your neck into your cheeks. All you could hope was that it was quiet enough that neither of them noticed, but based on the look Rick was giving you in the mirror and the way Michonne’s eyebrows had risen nearly a full inch, that didn’t seem to be the case.

“Seriously, what’s going on with you?” she asked.

“Nothing! I was just… clearing my throat?” you said with a half-hearted cough.

“You were not.”

“Was too.”

“Do you need me to pullover?” Rick offered from the sidelines.

“Oh my gosh, no,” you said, bordering on a whimper. You slumped back in your chair and lazily wiped some of the sweat beading at your hairline. That sudden burst of pressure on your center had only made everything feel more intense.

“Then what’s going on with you? You look sick,” Michonne said. Her voice was firm, but you could tell the reason behind that was her growing concern.

“I just feel a little hot I guess…” you replied meekly. You had to look away now. The sight of her face affected you almost as much as her voice did. Looking at her only made you want to touch, and there was no way in Hell you were going to let yourself do that with the kind of thoughts running through your head.

She still wasn’t convinced by your excuse. “How long have you been feeling overheated? You know you could have rolled down the window if you wanted,” she said.

“Just… I don’t know. Since we left,” you said. You shut your eyes again and tried to resist the urge to squeeze your legs together.

“You weren’t bitten,” Michonne said. It wasn’t a question, but her eyes still trailed over you to be absolutely sure of the statement’s accuracy.

“No! I just… I-” you tried though you began to lose your words. 

You were hot and breathless, and your mind was more focused on the onslaught of physical sensations rather than coming up with a believable lie. So you finally decided to just come clean.

“I just like spilled a little bit of something back in the lab… it must have gotten on my hand… it’s not a big deal,” you said.

The look on Michonne’s face begged to differ with your assessment. Her eyes were wide now too, her lips slightly parted as she processed the new information. She looked over at Rick, silently telling him to speed up the car.

“Really, I’m fine,” you tried again weakly.

“You don’t look fine. Why didn’t you tell us?” she said.

“I didn’t want you guys to panic…” you said.

But she was already climbing into the backseat. You scooted over to the corner diagonal from the passenger seat, as far away from her touch as possible. Now that she was back here too, you could smell her scent. Just as alluring as the sound of her voice, it had you feeling dizzy with need.

Before you could even hope to explain how you were feeling and why touching you was probably a bad idea, her hands were reaching in your direction. You shrunk back into the corner, your head clunking against the cool glass of the window. That wasn’t enough distance to stop her though.

One of her silken hands came to rest right upon your forehead. You barely managed to choke down the whine that was fighting its way up your throat.

“You’re burning up,” she said, her brows furrowing. “Did you see what it was you spilled? If it got on your hand, it’s probably in your bloodstream.”

“I don’t know the name. It said like… um it said… experimental stimulant on the label.”

That didn’t lessen her concern any. Her fingers trailed down your face, over your cheek. Your eyes fluttered, the glide of her fingertips like rose petals coasting across your skin. 

“It’s fine, promise,” you said.

And then she reached your neck. At that point, it wasn’t fine for a whole other reason. You tried to bite down the moan bubbling up inside, but that only resulted in the sound coming out as a strangled whine instead.

You couldn’t help it. Her fingers on your heated flesh just felt so fucking good. And you were already using all your energy to keep your hips still and your hands obedient at your sides.

The car swerved a little when you let out your desperate cry. As shocked as Michonne was, she tried to maintain a sense of normalcy.

“… Did that hurt?” she asked tentatively.

You shook your head. Speaking wasn’t an option. You didn’t trust yourself to sound any less pathetic.

She wanted to help, that much was clear, but she was at a loss. You could all but see the sentence on her tongue failing to form.

“I just… It’s so fucking hot, and everything feels suffocating,” you whimpered, squirming in your seat.

That slight bit of clarity was the boost she needed to spring into action once again. She turned towards Rick for a moment and quietly requested he turn up the AC. This was really getting serious. Usually air conditioning was strictly off limits to not risk any mechanical issues with the car.

You barely had time to process that though because her hands came back at you again.

“Let’s get you cooled down a little, yeah? Strip some of these layers off,” she said softly.

Of course, that was a practical solution, but your ears registered it in a way that made your stomach clench with lust. Your panties were growing stickier by the second, only adding to your discomfort.

She went for your t-shirt first. You had a small camisole underneath, so that wasn’t really an issue. With her aid, you peeled it off with ease and chucked it to the otherside of the backseat. It helped a little. For a second, you thought you might be entering the clear. The relief was only temporary though.

Seconds later, that same heat began creeping all over your skin again. Your heart pounded and your head swirled just like it had before. If anything, exposing your skin only seemed to make the sensation stronger. Now the throb of desire in your belly was so intense it felt like cramping.

You tried to act as though you were just getting comfortable, grinding your center down on the seat below. It didn’t offer much pleasure, but it was better than nothing.

Unfortunately, it was enough for Michonne to see as well. You kept your eyes closed so that you didn’t have to see her reaction. While you would have much rather avoided humiliating yourself in front of them, that was no longer at the top of your list of priorities.

“Um… are you alright? Does your stomach hurt?” she asked.

“Uh-huh,” you whimpered without even thinking.

It wasn’t a total lie. You were getting so horny that it basically was painful.

“Do you need me to pull over?” Rick asked again from up front.

“No!” you cried.

You needed to get back to Alexandria as soon as possible. If you didn’t get some privacy soon, you were pretty sure you’d either combust or completely lose it and start rubbing one out right here in the backseat. Hell with the mood you were in right now, you might pounce on the first person you saw back home.

A few moments of silence passed over the three of you. You forced your body to still once more. Michonne and Rick remained completely bewildered, not having the slightest clue what to do with you.

“Talk to me,” she started over, tender but earnest. “I won’t panic, I promise. Did you see any side effects listed on that bottle? Do you have any idea what it might have been?”

“I swear I don’t know. All I saw was ‘experimental’ and ‘stimulant.’ That’s it!” you whimpered. You let your head fall backwards. “Oh god, what if this like really fucks me up?”

“That’s not gonna happen. Rick and I won’t let anything happen to you,” she said.

“But- but ‘experimental.’ That’s probably like really bad,” you replied.

“Everything in that lab was just trials of more intense versions of common medications. They were samples waiting for further testing. I don’t think it was anything deadly. We just have to figure out a way for you to ride out these side effects.”

Unbeknownst to her, you knew exactly how you wanted to ride out this whole thing. You just didn’t know how to say it. 

“I… I just need to get back to my room. Need to be alone,” you said. You could feel that ache boiling within you again — the need to move, the need to touch.

“Why? Does your head ache? Are you getting tired?” she checked.

“No. Just need to be alone,” you repeated like you weren’t seconds away from humping the seat belt receptacle.

“Then why?”

“Causeeeee,” you started, your face growing impossibly hotter at how petulant you sounded. Finally, you couldn’t hold back anymore. “I think that shit was like female viagra or something, fuck.”

The car went silent again for a few seconds before you heard a soft chuckle come from the front seat.

“It’s not funny!” you whined, swatting a hand in Rick’s general direction.

You didn’t know how you expected them to react, but it certainly wasn’t with laughter. At least on the other hand, Michonne was still looking at you in earnest, like she genuinely wanted to help you.

“So that’s the problem? You’re feeling a little worked up?” she asked.

“Not a little. I’m like so fucking horny,” you whimpered.

This was horrible. The most humiliating day of your life by far if you excluded that one time you accidentally locked yourself in your cell at the prison. After this, Rick and Michonne would never speak to you again, you were sure of it. And honestly, who could blame them? It was your own stupidity that got you in this situation. Your carelessness could only be considered quirky for so long before it became annoying.

But then her hand was on your thigh. The gentle touch pulled you free from the clutches of your self-deprecation. It was your turn to have wide eyes and parted lips, merely watching in stunned silence as her fingertips petted little stripes onto your skin.

“Wha- what are you doing?” you stammered. Panic crept up your spine. That touch was only weakening your resolve. If she kept it up, you were confident you’d soak through your shorts within a minute or so.

She lacked your urgency though. Her eyes remained on you in silence, observing you with a look slightly kinder than a predator gives when assessing its prey.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” she said.

That was the only kind of explanation she gave you before her fingers continued their ascent up your leg. They found themselves at the button on your shorts. She paused for a second, essentially giving you the chance to reject her — something that didn’t even cross your mind.

When no protest came from you, she popped the little silver clasp free and nudged the zipper South.

Part of you wondered if maybe the vial had knocked you out and this was all some weird fever dream. There was no way it could be reality. You honestly were more inclined to believe that the world had ended when the dead started walking, and you were now in some state of purgatory.

Your eyes darted between her face and the back of Rick’s seat. “You- um- You don’t have to,” you forced yourself to say.

“Lift your hips.”

You swallowed down your hesitation. This was everything you wanted — everything you’d been dreaming of — and she was handing it to you on a platter.

Your hips boosted off the seat, giving her the room to tug your shorts down. She didn’t remove them completely. They only went down far enough to give her the room to carefully spread your thighs.

You could barely stand it, being examined like this, being under the scrutiny of her eyes without really knowing what she thought.

“Really, Michonne, I swear, I’ll be ok-”

“Will you? You’re so wet…” she said.

Before you knew it, the pads of her fingers dragged over the damp fabric of your panties. You yelped at the touch. Your hips bucked into the air from the ghost of movement.

“Poor thing,” she whispered.

Her fingers pressed down harder. They rubbed over your cunt with intention. At first it was just pressure, but soon enough, her digits found specific targets. She swirled them on your clit in tiny circles.

You didn’t even have the capacity to react. A raucous moan left your lips as you melted backwards. Your chest heaved, puffing up and down while her hand worked between your legs.

Again, you couldn’t help but feel like you were hallucinating. Everything felt hazy, like the environment of a dream. A bead of sweat ran down the back of your neck.

Her skin glowed with the faint reflected shine of the headlights on the path ahead. She looked like an angel, someone sent down from heaven just to relieve your body of the torturous ache that liquid had brought on.

The creak of the mirror up front drew you from your thoughts, made this whole thing feel real again. It came from Rick adjusting the mirror in an attempt to get a better view of the two of you. You supposed that was the best case scenario here, but it also confused you further.

“You know Rick and I always want to take care of you, right?” she said softly, answering your question before you had the chance to ask it.

“Yeah…” you breathed.

“So then let me take care of you,” she said. “You don’t need to feel embarrassed.”

Accepting that didn’t come easy. Embarrassment was the only other emotion you could feel right now besides horniness. But she kept coaxing you along with those tight swirls of her fingers on your sensitive bundle of nerves. So sensitive in fact that you already felt yourself getting close.

“You just relax, honey. We’re almost home,” Rick added from up front.

“See? Everything’s just fine,” Michonne cooed.

“But… but why? Why would you even wanna…?” you tried to ask.

“You act like it’s such a chore,” she teased lightly. “Why wouldn’t we want to help you? You need this. And you look even cuter than you normally do like this.”

You blinked a few times. “Normally do…?”

“Mhm,” she hummed, dipping her fingers down to your slit before bringing them back up.

You bit your lip. Her touch, her voice, her words, all of it pushed the concern right out of your head. You slid down a little in your seat, angling your hips to get more friction from her hand.

“There you go. Good girl,” she praised. Her fingers rubbed a little harder now, deeming that you could handle it.

Your head tilted back again and another long whine poured out of you. Release snuck up on you faster than it ever had before in your life. Only a few moments later, you were quivering violently and coming undone under her precise fingers.

It was one of the strongest climaxes you’d ever felt. That sparkly pink serum must have done a number on your nerves. You could barely hold still, and you couldn’t keep quiet at all. You mewled and squirmed around all over your seat. Arousal gushed from you, coating your inner thighs along with her hand and the seat below you.

All you could do as you came down was pant. Harsh breaths left your lungs in rapid succession. It was odd, feeling so drained from so little stimulation. However, despite the physical exhaustion, you were nowhere close to sated. The release had felt great, but it didn’t get rid of that ache at all. If anything, you felt more out of it than before.

Without thinking, you reached forward and grabbed the neckline of her shirt. You tugged her in, crashing your lips onto hers in a kiss.

To your absolute relief, she didn’t pull away. She stiffened for a moment out of surprise and then let herself give in. Her plush lips moved against your own. You both began with a series of small, exploratory pecks before a languid swipe of her tongue brushed against your mouth.

Of course you let her right in. You opened up for her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to bring her impossibly closer.

Everything else faded to background noise. The world became just you and her. You and her skilled hands cupping your hips. You and the quiet sound of her moaning into your mouth. You and her hips slotted right between your thighs.

“Gate’s coming up,” Rick said from up front, popping your bubble of bliss.

Michonne pulled off first to your dismay. You tried to follow her, but she stopped you with a hand on your chest.

“Shh, calm down. You just have to keep it together for a few more minutes. Just till we get away from the others, alright?” she said.

Reluctantly, you nodded along.

“Good,” she said. She pulled your shorts back up onto your hips and buttoned them into place again. Your shirt stayed on the floor of the backseat. Your camisole would be fine covering for the small distance between the street and the house.

The car slowed down a bit, and you heard the metallic roll of the gate sliding open. Rick waved at someone, though you didn’t care to look for who exactly it was. He drove down the street a bit, parking it close enough to inventory that it wouldn’t take too long to unload.

“Can you walk?” Michonne asked, regaining your attention.

The question took a few seconds to process in your mind. “Um… yeah. Yeah. I can walk,” you said.

Soon enough, you felt the finality of the car going into park. The engine went silent next. Rick pulled the key out of the ignition and got out. You heard him talking outside, but you couldn’t make out the words or the other voice.

In front of you, Michonne began guiding you out from the other side of the car. The two of you slipped out onto the sidewalk, avoiding conversation with whoever was checking with Rick about the findings of this run.

Michonne wrapped an arm around you and began walking towards her and Rick’s house. You could only be thankful she shielded you from any questions or the task of unloading the car.

Seconds later, you heard a pair of footsteps approaching behind you. Dread set in that you might have to survive a short conversation with someone before getting to cum again. But before you even had the chance to look, Rick was by your side, wrapping his arm around you too.

The cool silver of his watch hit your shoulder, drawing an audible moan from you.

He grinned, amused just like he had been in the car. “So sensitive,” he murmured with a kiss to your head.

“It’s not my fault,” you said, rubbing your face.

You’d walked the route to their house dozens of times, but right now, it felt like your feet moved on their own, like without their guidance you’d be lost. Maybe it was a good thing they’d realized something was wrong after all.

When you reached their porch, Rick helped you up the stairs while Michonne dashed ahead to get the door. The house was empty. Judith and Carl were staying with the others since no one knew how far into the night the supply run would stretch.

The three of you went inside. You would have been fine with heading over to the couch if it meant getting relief faster, but they herd you up the stairs in the direction of the main bedroom. If this had been happening under any other circumstances, you probably would have been out of your mind with excitement rather than hazy with drug-induced lust. But you’d take what you could get.

Once you were in their room approaching the bed, Rick took the liberty of laying you down. Your eyes closed as your back hit the softness of the mattress. Lying down felt better than walking around, but you were still just as dizzy.

“You still with us, sweetheart?” Rick asked.

“Mhm,” you said, your head bobbing in a lazy nod.

Two hands caressed up and down your legs while another set of fingers tugged down your shorts for the second time tonight. This time they came all the way off, leaving your panties completely exposed.

A whistle came from Rick. “You weren’t lying. She’s soakin’ through,” he said.

Now your tank top was moving up, revealing your stomach. You garnered that Michonne was the one taking off your clothes while Rick continued to massage his hands over your legs and hips.

No matter how many layers left your body, you were still hot as ever. Your bra came unclasped, but the air on your tits didn’t make you feel any cooler. Your panties slid down over your legs, but a light sheen of sweat still coated most of your body.

There was a brief pause. You could hear the rustling of fabric, probably them ditching some of their own clothing. Then the bed dipped with their combined weight, one of them on each side of you. You forced your eyes to open and look at them.

Rick’s hand cupped your jaw before he ducked in and kissed your neck. You moaned, pleased by the sliver of stimulation it brought you. Down below, Michonne’s hand splayed across your stomach. You wasted no time in trying to shove it lower.

She obliged you some. Her fingers delved between your legs without any barrier in the way. They stroked through your wetness, over your silky folds. She dragged them over your clit gently, providing the most minuscule amount of pleasure.

Your back arched up off the bed. You needed more. It felt like you were burning alive, being held just inches away from the nearest water source.

“Fuck, please,” you whined. “I- I can’t- Need more-”

“We got you. Don’t worry, baby,” Rick murmured.

Your eyes squeezed shut again. His lips traced a path along your jawline onto your throat. Your neck bent in his direction as his short facial hair scratched against your sensitive skin. His hand came up to one of your breasts, squeezing the mound of flesh enough to get more little sounds out of you.

He so thoroughly consumed the upper half of your body, you didn’t even notice Michonne’s weight shifting between your legs. You didn’t realize what she was doing until you felt her tongue lick over the length of your pussy.

A sharp squeal burst from you, but her hands kept you in place. She dove in, sucking on your clit, flicking her tongue back and forth over the little bud. You were helpless to it all, resigned to lie there and take it.

“I can’t believe this is really happening,” you panted.

“Yeah?” Rick chuckled from beside you. “Have you thought about this before?”

You nodded. There was no reason to be shy anymore.

“You should’ve said something, honey,” Michonne said from between your legs.

“What was I supposed to say? You guys are like… a couple. I can’t just come up and say ‘oh I think you’re both totally hot, wanna fuck?’” you whimpered.

She smiled and shook her head while sliding two fingers inside of your cunt.

You moaned and clutched at the sheets. Penetration felt the best out of anything so far, like it was the thing that came closest to scratching the itch inside of you. Her fingers still weren’t enough, you wanted more, faster and harder.

“We’ve been thinking about you too, pretty girl,” Rick said. “Why do you think we let you tag along with just us? Why do you think we’re always taking care of you?”

“I don’t know…”

He kissed your neck some more, mumbling against your skin. “We’ve been thinking about you too, on this bed, spread out like this.”

“Moaning and whining for us like this,” Michonne continued for him.

She pumped her fingers in and out while her tongue danced in little patterns over your clit. Your legs squirmed over her shoulders, your toes curled. You could feel yourself getting close again.

“You guys should have told me,” you whimpered.

“We’re telling you now, aren’t we?” he teased.

That hot, sparkling heat grew stronger in your belly. Your noises became higher in frequency. You were cresting, about to reach the peak. She gave you a few more pumps before removing her fingers entirely.

It was enough to bring tears to your eyes. Your body seized, and your thighs clamped together.

“Why?” you whined.

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she crawled up your body to lay at your side while Rick slid down to kneel between your legs. In this position, you could see his cock between his legs, nice and flushed for you. He stroked it a few times while inching closer to your center.

You felt the tip nudge at your entrance, and you hissed. Your hips rolled, trying desperately to get any amount inside of you.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he rasped, but he indulged you nonetheless.

He filled you up in a slow slide. His hips pushed his entire length into you with one steady thrust. Your eyes rolled back. You honestly might have cum right then, it was hard to be sure when you felt so high up on cloud nine.

A deep groan came from him too. His hand splayed across your lower stomach, giving him leverage as he sank into you.

“She’s so fuckin’ soft,” he said. His other hand gave your thigh a sharp squeeze. “So fuckin’ warm.”

“That’s just what you need, huh?” Michonne whispered into your ear. She laid some kisses on your neck, the side Rick hadn’t tended to.

You nodded lazily. Your head was spinning as he started to thrust. It began as shallow rocking, simply getting a feel for the right rhythm. But once he settled in, you were gone.

You arched your back with a breathy mewl, your eyes fluttering shut. You clutched at Michonne’s arm, the sheets, his hand — whatever you could reach.

She kept kissing along your neck. Her fingers caressed over your chest, stopping a few times to toy with your nipples. After a little while, her mouth drifted down to replace her digits. She wrapped her lips around one of your stiffened buds and flicked her tongue across it.

“Fuck,” you whined. You practically lost the ability to speak when her fingers drifted down South to rub at your clit in tandem with Rick’s thrusts.

It would be obvious to anyone in your position that they were together. They worked as a team, their movements in sync without a spoken word between them. You’d seen them like this on supply runs, in fights; it made sense they’d be like this in the bedroom too.

And you weren’t complaining at all. Maybe it was because you were being affected by that drug, but you didn’t have to do a thing right now. You just got to lie there while their fingers and mouths worked on you.

Rick slammed into you particularly hard as Michonne’s mouth left your nipple. The sudden jolt nearly tossed you over the edge for a third time that night. You couldn’t remember ever cumming so easily. It left you wondering when this shit was gonna wear off. Not that you were really minding it as much when you had two people willing to help relieve you.

She rose up onto her knees and kissed Rick. You watched through fluttery eyelashes as their lips melded with one another. His hips didn’t stop pumping. Her fingers had drawn away from you, but only to give some attention to herself. You could hear her soft noises of pleasure coming out muffled against his lips.

When she pulled away from him, they were both looking down at you. It felt as though you could evaporate under the heat of their combined gaze.

“Are you close again, baby?” she asked, her fingers caressing your leg.

You nodded wildly, more than ready to cum.

“Go ‘head, honey. Whenever you’re ready,” Rick grunted.

In no time at all, you really were hitting the high again. Hot waves of pleasure crashed into you. Unshed tears leaked from your eyes, choked cries fled your lips.

Rick couldn’t last any longer either. Your walls were squeezing him, coaxing him to the peak right alongside you. He barely managed to pull out. You whined as you watched the warm, pearly white fluid hit your stomach.

You knew it was for the best that he didn't cum inside, but your fogged up brain couldn’t help wanting whatever would feel best in that moment.

When he was spent, he took a breather. He didn’t make a move, just took a second to close his eyes and bask in the afterglow. Michonne looked you over, assessing whether or not you seemed to be in better shape.

And in a way you were. The three releases they’d given you helped a substantial amount. But your body was still warm. Not as hot as before, but the simmer was still there.

“You got a few more in you, baby?” Michonne asked.

“Mhm,” you hummed weakly.

She nudged Rick aside, taking his place. As he laid nearby on the mattress, her fingers wrapped around your ankle. She lifted one of your legs into the air and slotted herself precisely so that your centers aligned.

“Just let me know if it starts to be too much,” she said before lowering herself down to grind against you.

It wasn’t too much, not even close. Her rutting against you was just what you needed. The perfect follow up to Rick. Your eyes closed again as you let yourself get lost in it, the feeling of her slick cunt against your own, the sound of her airy moans drifting around the bedroom. It was almost enough to take you out of your body.

You didn’t know exactly when you came. All you could register was that you did finish once if not twice, and that she had too. At some point, Rick had rejoined to stroke along your jaw and neck again. It was all just the best kind of blurry.

The three of you went at it until you were barely capable of moving anymore, when you were sure that the effects of that serum were starting to fade and let you be.

You lied between them, body limp and eyes half-lidded. Michonne was to your right and Rick took up your left, both of them pretty exhausted as well.

“Do you feel better?” she whispered in your ear.

“Mhm,” you said weakly.

Silence overtook the room for a few minutes more. Only the sound of breathing could be heard. Your mind was beginning to return to its full, lust-free capacity. Thoughts began forming without the background buzz of desire.

“‘m sorry that I got that stuff on my hand and that you two had to like… do this,” you said. It was a weak apology, especially since you had so obviously enjoyed yourself, but you still felt obligated to say it.

“Don’t worry about it,” Rick said. “I told you we didn’t mind. Not at all.”

“Really, you don’t have to feel embarrassed, baby. It was just like a little push towards something we wanted,” Michonne added with a faint smile.

You nodded. In a way it was true. As awkward as things had been at first, overall you couldn’t say you were too mad about the results the pink serum provided. If only it had made it through testing before society collapsed. It probably would have been a hit.

You started to sit up. “I can sleep back at my place if you guys want. I don’t wanna cause any more trouble,” you said.

Both of them stopped you. Rick with a hand on your shoulder and Michonne with her arm across your waist.

“There’s no need to go runnin’ off, sweetheart. Just relax. You don’t have to worry about anything. We’ll get you cleaned up in the morning. It won’t be a thing,” he said softly, easing you back down.

Michonne nodded in agreement before nuzzling at your neck. “And tomorrow we can talk about maybe doing this again sometime when you’re not overwhelmed by any outside interference,” she said, lightly teasing.

And that was all it took to get you back down, completely pliant between them.

[syluses]

there was another wave of caleb drama on the bird app the other day about him not wanting to be ur gege at all which was lowkey super dumb bc its not true but now its making me think of an au where mc and caleb don't grow up together and meet as adults but caleb's still delusional and crazy enough to want to have that type of dynamic... like just irrationally mad that he isn't the one who raised u LMAO i always saw him as the type to just want to be your everything not Just a brother not Just a lover... it tickles my brain.. love and obsession so all-encompassing that he has to be everything in ur life

..Oh brother 😒 no pun intended. I agree with u tho nonnie 💯 Bro needs to be her everything, & if he isnt he feels worthless.

Prepare thyselfs

Alright, yall already know by know that im a big gege truther- however im perfectly fine with the people who wanna see caleb as the ‘childhood friend’- which the anglicized version essentially goes off on. Now i do believe those individuals dont see all of caleb’s unique little nuances- just because so much of them stem from the brotherly role he was ‘forced’ to fill for mc all throughout childhood- and i think they fail to recognize the paramount correlation it has to their ‘forbidden’ romance (which both he & mc ACKNOWLEDGE in the story; but ig they’re just whiting out the bits they dont wanna hear) but im not gonna flame ppl if they wanna see bro as the friends to lovers trope.

i dont agree with it, but its more or less okay with me bc i understand lots of ppl are icked out by the pseudo trope (reasonable) yet still want to appreciate xia yizhou in their own way— even if ignoring the original intention inevitably brings a certain distance to that for the lack of comprehension over his, well, ahem GEGEISM™️

The way some of them wanna DENY the asian/original canon tho is pretty insane ngl. Like homie u can still enjoy ur own (english localized) idea of caleb- but to try to erase the obvious gege/meimei implications of the chinese version is funny only because its just that stupid. Again im definitely not one of the ppl who’ll yell and shame others for not fucking with the gege vibes, but cmon… its pretty obvious that is in the canon.

And now im yapping at this point but as to whether or not caleb WANTS to be mc’s brother figure? ..Honestly i feel like that is complicated in itself, and i think the answer will vary from person to person. But for me i think its both a yes and a no. He definitely acts as her brother, thinks as her brother, regards himself as her brother. And the self awareness is absolutely there for him- as in he knows its wrong to romantically pine for mc because he truly does- in his own way- naturally see mc as his meimei as well, even if he tries to separate himself from it the more his yearning grows. I think calebs emotions revolving this are super complex. I can barely even put it into words.

He wants the full right, if u will, that the gege title grants him over her— the closeness, the responsibility, the bond— but it ultimately gets in the way when he stares at her in admiration for a little too long or leans a little too much into the fantasy of pretend girlfriend and boyfriend. Growing up, whenever he humored her and they played house, he never had to feign the part of ‘husband’ bc he already carried all that love with him. In a way, a lil piece of him kind of blames mc for ‘asserting’ the gege role on him, but he’s still just as guilty bc he happily gave in to it all throughout their growing up. He liked it, even, in those moments he could almost forget his own pathetic desires.

I truly do believe that caleb feels regretful over the brotherly role he operated under for just about all his life… But i also truly believe that he would have it no other way— the smallest idea of anybody else assuming that spot in her life makes him furious. Because again, he wants to take care of her, he wants to protect her, to bandage her scraped knees and hush away her tears, to cook breakfast lunch and dinner for her and have almost as much of a say in her life as gran does. (…past tense.) He wants the proximity, the domestic life with her, the casual closeness and again, the slight dominion the ‘brother’ role gives him over her.

Lets not forget that in all of this, for all his cheerful, reassuring smiles and easy quipping comments, that there’s a little worm in the back of caleb’s head that wants ultimate control over his meimei. and yes, even just in calling her his ‘meimei’— or her running face first into his strong arms bc she knows, as family, he’ll always have her back— some of that control is given. Its so hard to articulate this pls kill me. But i hope u know what i mean.

At the end of the day, for all his reservations about it- and the actual blame he lowkey tries to put on mc for it- Caleb does and always wanted to be her gege.

Because if he was never her gege, he’d be nothing. His responsibility over his meimei— his sister, his friend, his closest confidant and hopefully, one day, his wife— is frankly all that gives him purpose.

And yeah maybe he is a little crazy because of it... But he knows she loves him too, deep down. He knows her better than anybody else, after all. The same can be said about his love for her: nobody in this world could ever hold even a fraction of all that Caleb both internally & physically shoulders for her.

It’s as much of an ugly curse as it is a beautiful gift.

Duality my friends, duality

[littlemssam]

Since not everyone saw my latest Statement on Discord yesterday, I wanted to post it here as well, and I also want to clear a few things up.

For those who do not know what this is about, I made a post that I should not have, or at least I should have phrased it in a way where the meaning is clearer. The Post I made was "Since I was one of those that got tagged in there, I can just say that I will not partake in any Anti Israel Pro Hamas Propaganda, and I will most certainly not forget what Hamas did Oct 7th like a lot of these ppl seem to do." I now see that the way I phrased it made it seem like I feel that the attacks on Palestinian Civilians were/are justified, and that is not what I meant, and I am deeply sorry about that. Edit: To make it clear I am against the Israel Government and Netanyahu, just like I am against Hamas. I am pro ceasefire now.

On June 25th I had to face the consequences in my Discord. A lot of ppl came in and confronted me about it. When the first ppl joined and started the confrontation, I did knee jerked again and banned the first three of them, because one of them insulted me and wrote that the attack on Oct 7 was made up. There were a few follow up bans of ppl, who also insulted me, but I did not ban anyone on purpose because they are Pro Palestine. There were also some Posts deleted that should not have been. It was not done by me personally, but I was also not fast enough and clear minded enough to stop it and I could not undo it, so I apologise for that as well.

I locked the Server down in the End, because it was 3 am for me and I was, and still am, very overwhelmed and exhausted, and the Server will stay down for a while. This is the latest Statement I made, and I know it will not be enough for everyone and I respect that.

"I did not mean to seem to take a stance that seems like I am pro-Israel as if I believe this is all their land (a Zionist). I do not want to condone the violence happening in the country right now or pretend that Palestinian lives don't matter. It was never intended in what I said. I did not mean to phrase things in a way that make me seem to be against the problems palestinians are facing in Gaza. I inserted myself into something I don't know enough about or how to talk about in an educated way, so I should have better not said anything at all. I am sorry that I did. I do feel it is wrong that some people feel like what happened on October 7 is fake and I have already had people say it is. I have banned people who have said so while attacking me. That is wrong. Those people died and it's sad, so too it is sad the people who are dying over the military actions of Israel in attacking the groups who did this causing a loss of Palestinian life without considering who will be hurt. I am not a Zionist. I am just someone who felt sickened by what happened in the attacks last year and didn't like how I see some people pretending that is all a hoax."

[infiniteorangethethird]

Every time I see a description of autistics and their routines, esp ones aimed to make allistics understand better, I feel like my experiences as an actually autistic person are completely misrepresented by it. And it's entirely possible that it's just me always finding posts that weren't meant for me specifically, but I've never found anyone talk abt autistic routines and be like "yep, that's me, that's how routines feel to me".

It sometimes feels like that even the most well-meaning of posts or articles or whatever boil down to the idea that, at the end of the day, an autistic person's routine doesn't serve any "real" purpose. That routines are just what we got used to over time, and as such they bring us familiarity and comfort, but beyond that familiarity and comfort they are senseless and pointless. That you should respect an autistic person's routine (so long as it's not harming anyone) - despite it being obviously nonsense.

And to be clear, I don't think there's anything wrong with routines "just" for the sake of familiarity and comfort, and I do agree that you should respect ppl's boundaries even if they don't make sense to you. This isn't the problem. My issue is that every time I take a look at my own routines, I could take each and every part of it and tell you exactly what specific purpose it serves and why it cannot be removed without serious negative consequences.

For example. I tend to eat at the same times every day, because my body sucks at telling me properly when I'm hungry and sticking to time instead of bodily sensations allows me to ensure I eat properly. I always go through my morning routine the same way because "morning routine" is a lot easier to remember than remembering each and every element of getting ready, individually, every morning. I take the same route to work every time because paying attention to my surroundings is extremely taxing, and walking the familiar path lets me turn off my mind and let my instincts instead of conscious decisions direct me.

And this perspective changes why I might be upset about changes in routine as well. It's not just upsetting because it's unfamiliar and scary, it's upsetting because the consequences can be downright painful. If I don't eat on time I might forget to eat at all and could end up in a too-hungry-to-eat spiral that can take days to escape. If my morning routine is messed with I am almost certain to forget at least one step of it, which, depending on the step, can mess with my entire rest of the day (for instance, forgetting to pack my bottle and not being able to drink as a result).

So much of the advice I see floating around regarding these routines seems to be of the belief that they don't actually stem from anything besides habit, and as such the negative reaction to deviation from these routines is purely emotional (and irrational). Even in the better cases that don't just outright dismiss this emotional reaction as something to be ignored, there's still this undertone that the emotional reaction can be culled and autistic ppl can be taught how to be more adaptable and how to let go of these routines, by showing them how to handle the emotional reaction better.

And while I don't necessarily think this is bad advice (it can be really helpful esp as an autistic person to figure out ways to step outside your already rather small comfort zone, so advice like this is actually greatly appreciated), but I really wish there was more acknowledgement of routines that are based on more physical and practical stuff and can't be changed with determination and patience alone. That sometimes the emotional reaction is completely rational and justified, and that some routines can't really be changed without facing some incredibly negative consequences.

[butterfly-ribbon]

thinking about when this flashback comes up again in our escape for survival and mizuki feels like she was being a bit mean looking back bc it's not like "they meant any harm" and "they just don't understand what it's like to live with a facade" and then she ends up beating herself over her inability to face her own problems bc unlike mafuyu she's actually sooooooo "privileged" for having a safe space within her home where she's able to shed her mask and be herself? the way she constantly tries to invalidate her problems and frames the way she reacts to them as overreacting and being too weak to handle them in any other way besides running away is so internalized transmisogyny pilled even though it was genuinely understandable for her to feel frustrated about their hypocrisy here? bc they're victim blaming her for her "inability to fit in" on one end and then acting like blending in is too cringe in a different context on the other, and even though their intentions may have not been to hurt it doesn't change the fact that they were being thoughtlessly cruel. they probably didn't even think through what they said in both instances but that's exactly why it's hurtful. cis ppl possess the benefit of not having to think so much about this stuff, but mizuki /always/ has to think about this stuff. perhaps too much.

there's so much and the game never forgets these things and they're all constantly relevant. this doesn't stop hurting. she runs over the same conversations in her head all the time bc they never stop. it's the same thing, the same problem, and she feels so weak for not being able to "put up with it". mizuki calls herself a coward and luka agrees, but also says ... that's not a bad thing … why should you have to live for the sake of others, mizuki? but of course she's never lived for others. living as herself means "inconveniencing" others. as though she's selfish for choosing to live but there's also nothing wrong with this.

[lokisasylum]

Listen, for YEARS Armys have ALWAYS found something to use as an excuse or scape-goat instead of taking the hate Jimin gets 24/7 as something SERIOUS.

2015-end of 2016: "He was asking for it 'cause he's a flirt", "He should stop getting so close to X/Y member", "Its because he cares too much about his weight", "He probably has an ED", "Its because he's so insecure", "I wish he would stop posting so much everyday so the haters would stop giving us a hard time reporting".

2017 - They blamed JIMIN with "maybe he did something wrong to piss ppl off--", "He's such a bad friend for forgetting to write his bandmate's name on a chalkboard", to justify the hate.

In 2018 - They blamed it on "Shipping wars" and their solution to the problem? "Just block & ignore them" (the blocking in question was for ANYONE who dared to defend Jimin; ANYONE with a Jimin pfp got targeted instead of the actual shippers, aka TAEKOOKERS, causing the problems).

2019 - They started blaming JIMIN again, even though JIMIN was THE ONLY MEMBER who got targeted and STALKED during their vacation (he was literally followed to EVERY country he visited with his friends, while we knew nothing about the other member's whereabouts for two and a half months).

2020-2021 - They started the "Jimin is lazy", "Jimin is useless without the group", "He's just pretending to be depressed for attention 'cause all the other members are more talented/popular--", "Its HIS fault the other members get forced to sing in high notes" (after it was known Pdogg preferred the high notes in songs because it makes them sound better and only Jimin could sing them)

Early 2022 when he released his first collab outside the group - "We're not gonna support his collab", "He should've collabed with one of the members instead", "See? Even they didn't support it.", "He ruined his only chance to debut solo--"

2022, Post-group-hiatus-announcement: "Jimin is lazy", "Jimin is jobless", "No one wants to work with him", "Jimin will never survive as a soloist, he depends too much on the group", "Its not like he cares about making music".

2023, PJMS had ENOUGH and started fighting back instead of staying quiet: "Jimin solos are to blame", "Jimin solos are the worst", "We don't take solos serious" (even though their biggest "ot7" fanbases ARE run by SOLOS & Jimin antis themselves.)

And its not just on the i-side, its also happening on the k-side as well. Ya'll saw it happen in real time last year when the big Korean Army "ot7" fanbases (like ARMY52Hertz, who we now know is run by a HYBE employee who despises Jimin) EXCLUDED Jimin from all votings so that ONLY JK got most of the awards and everytime i-fans tried to warn K-armys we were told "You know nothing about our country rules" (Translation: "Korean fans only follow ONE big "official" fanbase and do absolutely EVERYTHING they say without questioning otherwise they will be "kicked out") and only came to their senses when it was too late and the whole Kpop fandom were laughing at them.

Its a never ending cycle, I was THERE on every single era, I saw every single snicker and back-handed comment thrown at him from the very fandom that claims to "love him more than anyone". Because they ONLY pretend to love him when he's being a cheerleader to another member, or when he thanks "Armys" in general. But otherwise they wouldn't give a shit about him. Not as an individual. They only care about his validation and acknowledgement of the BRAND-name "Army".

Its why they HATE the idea of him having fans outside of the group; fans who SEE HIM as an individual and TALENTED Solo-Artist; fans willing to support and fight to defend HIM till the end. Why they need to correct and insert the other members under every single media article, youtube reaction or post praising JIMIN ONLY. Because to most brainwashed Armys the ONLY talented dancer is Jhope, the ONLY good singer is JK, the ONLY good looking member is V or Jin, the ONLY talented writers/composers are the RL. Because its what they've GASLIGHTED EACH OTHER TO BELIEVE.

To them Jimin is just "the cute, sexy member" who's also an Angel because he cares about THEIR FAVORITE MEMBER.

Its also why they are quick to attack anyone who self-proclaims to be HIS fan (Jimin stan, PJMs, Jimin solo, ect), but never want to become part of "Army". Because outsiders can easily see how fucked up the BTS fandom really IS and HAS BEEN in the past couple of years and why they've earned the name and reputation as

"The Most Toxic Fandom in Kpop".

[ifwebefriends]

TRIGGER WARNING: misogyny and mentions of transphobia and bigotry in the video above

Comic dub of this ace attorney fan comic by @runby2 with permission from the artist

Huge thanks to runby2 for letting me dub their comic! Please go support them, he makes great stuff! This is one of my favorite Ace attorney fan comics. I know the sound quality on my voice is bad and I said the wrong word at one point but I did my best. I hope I did it justice (no pun intended).

[Video ID. A comic by tumblr user runby2 vocally dubbed by tumblr user Ifwebefriends. It is a fancomic based on the ace attorney games featuring Apollo Justice, Klavier Gavin, and Kristoph Gavin. Apollo looks determined at the floor with his arms crossed as he says “Klavier, I have to tell Kristoph that I am trans. I know you said if he hired me he already knows but,,, I want to be honest with my mentor!” Klavier, standing next to him and looking worried, waves his hands and says “nein,,,, nein forehead,,,” Apollo looks worriedly at Klavier and says “wait is he ,, transphobic??” Klavier responds “nein,, it’s just,, confusing-“ Apollo says back “then I want to tell him, klav! I made up my mind!” Klavier responds “I’ll,, come with you,,,” The scene changes. Apollo looks determined as he says “Mr. Gavin!!! I have… something to tell you!” Klavier, standing next to Apollo, looks dejected with his arms crossed as he says “ah here we go,” Kristoph is sitting behind his desk and looks concentrated and confident with two fingers to his temple as he says “ah, Justice. There is nothing you can tell me that I do not already know.” Apollo points confidently as he says “well, actually sir, how about THIS?” He then grabs his bicep and looks concerned as he says “I’m transgender” with a voice crack. All three of them are silent for a moment. Kristoph says “but, you ARE a man, yes?” Apollo looks worried as he says “well- yes! … technically -“ Kristoph interrupts “no.” Apollo questions “I- ‘no ‘?” Kristoph clarifies “you ARE a man, Apollo.” Apollo smiles and says “I- !! Oh! Thank you, sir!” Kristoph continues “thank god you’re not a woman. I despise women.” Apollo looks shocked and dumbfounded. Klavier silently puts his hand on Apollo’s shoulder while Apollo looks confused. Kristoph continues “that is why I too, became a man.” Apollo, curious and emboldened, exclaims “wow! Wait! Mr. Gavin, you were born ‘a girl’ too?” Kristoph responds “no. I was born a man. Keep up.” Apollo looks even more confused and Klavier looks away disappointed as Kristoph continues “I chose to become a woman to fully understand what it was like to become a woman. i choose my fate, justice. then when i fully understood what it meant to be a woman, i became a man again. that is why i am the best defense attorney, because i have conquered all gender and i fully understand what it means, to be both a misogynist and hate men. NEVER. assume you know more than me,, justice. i chose you for a reason.” Apollo replies “what abt nonbinary ppl,,” Kristoph looks smugly to the side before saying “‘nonbinary’… hahhah… Justice,,, do you SERIOUSLY think that I am a man, RIGHT NOW?” Kristoph turns to flash a smug smile with two fingers by his eyes as he says “i am more than a man and a woman. I identify as a man solely to fool the idiots who do not understand the spectrum of human existence. i chose YOU, justice, because you understand what it means to become more than what you were born as. I, right now, am a god among men. My gender has evolved past that of a simple male, or a simple female. I understand the binary and I use it to my advantage. I have both joined and fought against the bigots that run this government, yet they could not track me as I did so. I have handled what you understand as the gender binary and distorted it like a fine clay. That is what it means to be a lawyer. Do NOT forget that, Justice.” An endcard comes up that says “comic by @runby2 dub and sound editing by @ifwebefriends End ID]

[conanssummerchild]

lukewarm takes with conanssummerchild time ‼️

in solaricks when rick goes back to dimension C-137 he seems just about ready to start at least trying to move on from hunting prime, he admits that he can't find him and even goes on to tell "diane" about their grandkids

yet this is him less than a season later

so, what changed?

well, this, obviously:

not to mention how traumatic that episode must've been for rick in general, having to revisit his past like that, the diane ghost ai. well, rick makes it pretty clear he's not exactly thrilled to be alive

so think it's pretty safe to assume that this was the first step to the rick prime relapse, especially since we know he went back and managed to snag a killbot

one could also argue that rick wasn't ever really over it, so it took very little to push him back, and while i don't think he was over it either, he did seem to start to want to be, morty saying this:

was all it took for him to step away from the base, though it's likely he returned in another moment, but still, that could've been later on

okay, anyway, into the actual point of this post, i think rick took small steps into falling back into finding prime, because even when he seemed to want to be bettering himself things kept going wrong, so eventually he decided, what was the point?

this is how i see it:

obviously preceding solaricks we have rickternal friendshine of the spotless mort, which i'm not gonna go into too much detail on rn despite it being one of my fav lore episodes bcs i wanna look at post-solaricks (but for pre-solaricks rickmurai jack is also worth mentioning due to him having to revisit his backstory with the citadel which is very closely linked to his time looking for prime/killing ricks) but go ahead and check out this post by dirty-bear-rick-sanchez for the best explanation i've seen on it and its effect on rick

anyway, so just 2 episodes after solaricks we have bethic twinstinct, and i've gone into this in a past post how this might have taken him back to his past so i'm just gonna copy paste it from my other post (summarised) bcs im lazy:

a lot of ppl theorise rick and prime knew eachother before he offered him the portal gun so if thats true what if beth and space beth reminded him of them and how he was (hypothetically) cheating on diane and then lost her forever at the hands of the man he was having an affair with and also lost his beth

which is why rick said "remember, its not just your ice cream you're forgetting, it's your family's" or smth. because he forgot his familys ice cream too much, and all that happened

also look at all the similarities between prime and SB's outfits

then 5 episodes after that we have analyse piss, where we see that rick relates to pissmaster, sympathises with him

i will never not reccomend this fic by abed-with-a-knife about how rick was taken back to his own struggles with suicide and such, but it's not only that, so many features of pissmaster's experience are things rick can relate to, his rocky relationship with his daughter, everyone hating him, i think in general it's pretty clear that this episode was made to link rick and pissmaster

anyway, the next episode after analyse piss is immediately a rick in king mortur's mort, and this is quite clearly rick's breaking point, obviously we know this is when he replaces himself with rickbot, following this scene:

rick tells morty not to take the sword and morty doesn't listen

morty says rick's boring and calls him a "drunk cranky fuck" which does seem to bother rick

despite him shitting on a similar insult in the previous episode

in ricktional mortpoons rickmas mortcation, the following episode, he says the reason he replaced himself was because of this, because he feels like morty doesn't respect him any more, and that:

so first the show wears away at his friendships and his past trauma and self hatred with rfotsm, rickmurai jack goes even further into his past, his relation with the citadel, his "crybaby backstory", etc.

then solaricks forces him to confront his past, specifically his relationship with diane and accept his future and his new family, while giving him a small clue to prime.

then bethic twinstinct, provided he and prime really did know eachother previously (which im a little on the fence on if i'm honest), reminds him of his guilt for diane and little beth dying and how he feels responsible for it by mirroring the situation with older beth and the "edgier" version of herself. after that, analyse piss continues to dig into his current relationship with a beth that isn't his own, and takes a shot at his suicidal tendancies and how he feels like "god hates him" or the universe is against him or whatever.

and lastly akikmm takes all of that that rick is already carrying on his shoulders and adds morty not respecting him or caring about him to it, and it clearly cause rick to finally snap. if all of this was building and the only thing keeping rick afloat was his codependant relationship with morty (as seen in solaricks when morty gets him to not go after prime just by showing his care) then morty (by no fault of his own) seeming to dismiss rick must make him think "what's the point anymore?" if no one cares about him, then he might as well complete his life-long revenge plot, even if it destroys him again

because no one cares about him, right? (dramatic old fuck, get him psycological help)

anyway it's almost 2am so my thoughts aren't as coherent as i would like and i'm too lazy to read over this post and check if everything is right and good

most of what i've said in this post is probably pretty obvious, i just wanted to lay it out neatly with images and everything (im so classy ik /j) it accidentally came out a LOT longer than i intended. what can i say i just love yapping on about rnm