For @avalon-in-the-sky!

"𝘏𝘺𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘶𝘩? 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

MR. CAT, HANDS, AND FACE

MR. CAT is a tall figure in a red suit. He talks in a simple "meow", which can mean a single word or an entire novel.

HANDS is a creature with the body of a cat, but with the hands of a human. She speaks in sign language.

FACE is a being with the body of a cat, but the face of a human. They speak... backwards.

i mean this in the nicest way possible you guys but you NEED to take better care of yourselves online. getting severely anxious about mass quantities of horrible things you cant change every single day is normal considering the internet’s ability to educate on worldwide issues, it shows that you have empathy and that you truly do care. but relentless knowledge of constant suffering on this scale is NOT something humans are psychologically equipped to handle. it’s okay to shut off. it’s okay to just take a break and enjoy yourself for a while in your own localized space

I think an insult like this would just devastate rick. Like I think he would dry up like a prune, slack jawed, and then spend the rest of the episode making a literal booger fart to prove him wrong while learning something philosophical about nose picking. Idk.

not this scene living in my head rent-free

you just looked straight into the bleeding jaws of capitalism and said yes daddy please

bonding

repost from my side blog, @metal-rick.

You still want my Rick?

I want your raccoon baby sir

Summary: The last several hours had consisted of x-rays, exams, a hefty amount of drugs, and wishing he knew where his mother was. Noel wasn’t paying attention to everything they did and told him. He nodded along, trusting that they knew what they were doing. After hours of pain, numbness, agony, and anxiety, he'd been admitted to a room with Mischa and Ricky. He didn't know where the girls were. He could only hope they were okay. The left side of Noel's body was covered in bruises. A few of his ribs were, indeed, broken. No wonder they felt so tender. One of them had slipped. He’d gotten good local anesthetic for that. His back had been crying out pathetically. He could still feel the dull aches. Luckily, he was very heavily drugged up on painkillers. An IV dripped into his arm, pumping him full of relief and vitamins. This was far from the first bag today, as he had been given blood earlier. All the meds had made him feel achy and quiet. His mind was still fuzzy, but he preferred that to the excruciating pain. Noel had been the lucky one.

Every so often i think of cartoon saloon like. damn

Its like irish ghibli