yeah that + they spent last season establishing the fact hed die for morty AND he’s getting closer to summer/beth (to an extent) but he literally. literally was shown multiple times to not even want to bother risking morty dying???? and now this shit? kdfnbknd like the consistency is where

god they rly are fuckin it up

like i can get the jerry bit. because he’s always been established to only stand jerry because he’s with beth and even that’s paper thin.

I just wanted to say that this Rick's fabricated backstory absolutely isn't entirely fabricated. His wife and Beth died thanks to a different Rick. He was just putting them into a separate scenario to make it work, if that makes sense. Same characters but different.. roles.

It's why he's so casual to switch to another family when they Cronenberg their dimension. After his wife and daughter died, Rick (after getting some really violent revenge that started him down quite the dark road) went and tried to assimilate himself into a family where their Rick had "vanished". Aka died on some stupid adventure.

He really couldn't handle it, though. They kept mentioning events and the like that didn't happen in his dimension. It was too much for him to handle and so he just... left. Then came back many years later.

This conversation was so REFRESHING. No snide remarks, no low-blows…Eleanore was mad at herself for thinking he was UP TO SOMETHING because of it. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, El. A nice conversation was a nice conversation, regardless of with whom it was. “Listen, I’m just glad I don’t have to worry about that stuff.”

The Rick’s question had her on edge once more, her smile FALTERING just a bit. Eleanore drummed her fingers on the trashcan lid, and after a second she conceded to tell the truth. “Yeah, you caught me alone,” she replied, measured. “Everybody else has, you know, work, school…and JERRY is…honestly I have no idea where Jerry is.” She shifted her weight, watching carefully for a reaction as she said: “Our Rick could be back any minute, I’m sure.” A lie through her teeth, comparable to the IF ANYONE CALLS, TELL THEM MOM IS IN THE SHOWER gambit. 

All he could do was raise an eyebrow at first to her final remark. It made sense that everyone else might be off at work or school while she was home. Though ‘Rick being back any minute’ didn’t add up. He wasn’t sure if it was more suspicious to call her out or not.. though he didn’t want her making that blunder with a Rick that might actually have malicious intentions.

“It’s mostly because this isn’t your dimension.” At least she’s pretty sure. Wasn’t the original Rick of this dimension blown to bits? “But no Morty kind of adds to the, mm, aesthetic of that, doesn’t it?” Eleanore’s expression shifted to one of APPRAISAL rather than hostility. If he was looking to deal some damage, he probably wouldn’t be wasting time talking with an OLD LADY on the sidewalk. 

El almost asked if he actually HAD a Morty, but Rick answered the question with added embellishment. A breather, huh? And he didn’t seem too sour about it. His disdain was saved for the sad mall. She cracked a smile. “Yeah, no. Malls are still around,” she offered. “And they’re SAVAGE this time of year. All that Christmas shopping the goyim have to do, and they saved it for two weeks before.”

Rick felt the snide remark of ‘no dimension was his’ coming on, though he simply bit his tongue. No need to act that ‘edgy’ for lack of a better term. Especially considering he really didn’t want to shoot himself in the foot. Need that battery to make this incredibly awkward situation go away as quickly as possible. He really never thought he’d be talking to Eleanore today. ..Or again, for that matter. Even if it was a different Eleanore.

   A loud annoyed sigh left her lips. This was getting out of hand. With every day some crazy shit always seemed to happen and with Morty’s behavior and now Rick causing her trouble on the daily, she didn’t know how much more of her husband’s and her father’s antics she cold take. 

In a fit of frustration she pointed an accusing finger at her father, her glare as sharp as any blade. “No. I’ve had it, Dad. Seriously. Stop trying to kill Jerry and stop with the sarcasm too. You nee to keep your weapons in the garage like I’ve asked you to for the last twenty times. If this keeps up, someone might actually gonna get hu-” 

Before she could finish her rant though the house rumbled slightly. Everything shook for a brief second, the glasses on the table rattled, the wood under her feet seemed to creek and then just like that…it stopped. The rattle was soon followed by something dropping on the roof which had her gaze shooting up at the sound of heavy footfall above them. 

Blinking the blonde turned to her father, then back to the roof in confusion. “…Was that you?” Beth muttered cautiously. 

Eyes widen a touch when Beth began to berate him for his thinly-veiled attempts at Jerry’s life. Of course, he expected it to happen eventually, though he didn’t really have anything to fall back on quite yet. So it was partly a blessing when the house shook from something above-- then movement on the roof. 

No more drunk, half-hearted sarcasm escaped Rick this time. He moved at a brisk pace before huddling down beneath the window and peering through-- trying to get a glimpse at whatever had appeared on the roof from the reflections on the car windows outside. 

                (          OH        JEEZ        !        )         hands          fumble        together          ,          fingers      twisting         upon        the       yellow        fabric        of        her       sweater       vest       .          leave           it         to          grandpa          rick      .    to      turn       an        easy       router       problem          into       some       dangerous            EXPLOIT        !        

               sigh        leaves       chapped      lips    .     ❝     yes    !    I   want    th   -   the      router     fixed    !      ❞      hands         let        go        of       her        vest          and        straighten        down        the         fabric           of         her          black         skirt          .        so           much         for        human        holiday      photos        .       eyes         suddenly         narrow         in       thought     .        looking          to          the        door         &&          then        to         rick      .   

                     ❝         are      you     gonna     as     -    ask     me     permission      first     ?     or      are    we    just   ——-        ❞            she          makes          a            finger          gun          and          points         it       at        the        wall       ,         gesturing         to         him          with         her           eyes        .           a         little       panic        stricken         gaze          at           the         door     &&     then     him      .          (          HIDDEN         BEHIND      EYES      ?        FEAR     THAT      SOMEBODY         MIGHT        TAKE         HER       ——–    again        )       

Eyes roll at the question, glancing back to the doorway himself. They had just enough time for him to get the point across. He rustled inside his coat pockets as if searching for the portal gun, even though they both knew the exact pocket it always went into. 

“O-Oh, you’re ri- iiiou -ght, Morti,” he began, using his free hand to spin around. “I’m s-so sorry for not asking you before-hand.” Rick’s making sure this is being said in such a manner that it’s definitely too casually spewed given the rushed circumstances they’re in. 

“Do you, Moritica Smith, consent on going on a sci-fi adventure to fix the router via portal transportation with I, Rick Sanchez, so we do not get taken captive by an alien race that will pr-pr- oouu -bably use our insides to season their meals?” 

Gonna work on a shaky timeline for how to squeeze the comics and show’s timelines into one working machine (the fact he’s imprisoned between seasons really doesn’t help ho boy) but before I head to work (not on that but actual job work) I’ll slip in some of the stuff about my Rick. Y’know, personal hc and stuff. 

So, as y’all might’ve saw me reblog a jokey post before, Rick has ADHD and, beyond that, RSD. It’s why slight jabs at him either result in a heavy swig or an outright snapping. He thinks/knows everyone hates him and the entire multiverse would probably be better off without his existence. Maybe not every last Rick but at least him.

It’s part of why he absolutely refuses to acknowledge Jerry as so much as a person. The second he puts him as anything other than ‘some thing that makes Beth happy’ is the moment that Jerry may get remotely close enough to make Rick unbelievably anxious around him. Especially so given their near-hostile dynamic. If he ever acknowledged Jerry as a real family member then it’d actually get to him. Can’t have that.