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user00003123 · 10 months

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NOW LIVE: IN A TRANCE feat. e. jaeger

SUMMARY: eren feels like you have him in in a trance

CONTENT WARNINGS: college! plug! eren x fem! reader, smut, mdni, college au, smoking weed, reader has piereced nipples and belly piercing, dub con (both eren & reader are high), neck kissing/sucking, nipple play, oral (f. receiving), face sitting, hand job, pussy drunk eren, nickname (pretty girl), slight dirty talk, wc. 1,957

Eren Jaeger was the well know dealer around the campus, even having some clients that didn't attend the university. So it shouldn't have surprised him when it's you walking out of the apartment building he was sitting in front of waiting to make a delivery.

He had received a text earlier that day from someone saying they needed weed to help them relieve some stress from exams, and the person didn't live far, just on the opposite side of his apartment complex, so he didn't mind driving. Now seeing that it was you he was texting, he felt his heartbeat pick up the closer you got to his car.

From the moment he saw you on campus you've had him under your spell. Every time he would pass you on campus or see you at a party, it was like he was in a movie scene where the girl has a light from heaven shining on her and everything else around her was blurry.

Sometimes his jaw would fall open, Armin wiping the side of his mouth while saying, "Close up pretty boy, you're drooling." The comment making Jean and Connie laugh also adds to the teasing, resulting in Eren punching both boys in the arm and muttering a 'shut up.'

You clouded his thoughts, even when you weren't around somehow, distracting him while doing homework, playing the game, hanging out with friends, and even smoking. Just from locking eyes with you for one second, you were all this man could think about.

Hearing a knock on his window pulls him out of his thoughts and he rolls the window down, greeting you with a smile.

"Thank you so much for doing this," holding out your hand to give him the $30, he counts it before handing you 15. "You said it was 30."

He shakes his head, handing you the small baggy, "New customer deal." He had never given a new customer a 50% off deal before, but for you, he made the exception.

"I appreciate that Eren," and then your face contorts into a small pout. "Uh...actually, do you think you could roll these for me? I've never rolled one before."

"Oh yeah, definitely," he holds his hand out for the bag.

"How about you come up to my apartment?" You put your hands on your face in embarrassment, laughing a little. "Sorry if I sound forward or weird, I just would rather you be comfortable since I'm making you do more work.

He agrees saying it's not weird and gets out of his car following you into the building. Opening the door to your apartment he's greeted with a warm scent of vanilla as he looks around. Your lights are dim, soft sounds of Rick and Morty playing on your tv that's mounted on a wall, and a few pictures of you with friends and family next to it.

You gesture for him to sit on your couch making room on the small table you had in front of it for him to use. You sat on the smaller sofa on the opposite side of the couch pulling your legs up to your chest.

"You a smoker?" he questions taking the weed out of the small baggy he had placing it in his grinder.

"Not really, I smoke at parties if my friends have some, but that's it," he nods, taking the weed out of the grinder and sprinkling it on the paper. "How long have you been dealing?"

Pursing his lips together, he looks up thinking, "About a year."

"Do you like it?" you question, head leaning against your arms.

"Yeah, it's not a hard job, drugs are always in demand, so I'll always have business," he explains. "and the pay is good."

Finishing up rolling your blunts, he smiles at you as he shows them to you, "Perfection."

"Thank you so much," you stand up, trying to hand him the other $15 but he puts his hand up stopping you.

"I told you, new customer deal," you follow him to your door, walking him out. "Text me if you need anything else."

Making it a weekly thing, you text him when you need some weed and he'll come up to your apartment to roll it for you. The more he comes over the more you two get to know each other, eventually asking him to just stay and smoke with you, since he was still giving you a discount even though you're not a new customer anymore.

You started inviting him to hang out at your place, not even wanting to smoke, just wanting to be around him. You would notice him just staring at you sometimes, snapping your fingers in his face and he'd just apologized with a laugh. It didn't bother you, not even close, it made you feel fuzzy all over, and you finally decided to ask him about it.

Your bedroom is filled with laughter and hip-hop playing softly in the background as you are both laid on your bed. His head felt fuzzy, you consuming his thoughts and he didn't even realize he was staring with a dopey grin on his face.

"Why do you do that?" you have the same dopey grin on your face as you're looking at him and Trance by Metro Boomin starts to play.

"Do what?" He raises his eyebrow nodding his head to the beat of the song.

"Stare at me. You do it a lot," you sit up against your bed frame, your hand scratching at his scalp. He had his hair in a bun, a few strands framing his face.

"I don't know . . . you're just pretty," he licks his lips, eyes still staring into yours.

"Shut up," you laugh and he closes his eyes, enjoying your fingers playing in his hair.

"I'm serious, you're so pretty," you don't say anything. You both just humming to the music.

"You know this song reminds me of you," you look down at him, his eyes still closed.

"Why's that?"

"Whenever I look at you, I feel like I'm in a trance," he moves his hand to run over your leg. "even randomly throughout the day I'll just start thinking about you."

You pushed his head to make him look away from you as your grinning, cheeks hurt, "That's just the weed talking."

"It's not, I swear," his eyes open. "The first time I saw you, way before I even brought you weed that first time, I felt like you were compelling me to just focus on you."

"You're so dramatic," you sigh head leaning back against the headboard.

"You were just so pretty, I couldn't even focus on anything else that day," he confessed. "Even after that, we never talked and you would randomly just pop up in my head."

You hid your face in his hand, giggling at his words, head feeling so hazy. Taking a peek at him from between your fingers, he lights the blunt that was sitting on your nightstand, and he just looks so good . . .

"Come here," he taps your thighs and you look at him confused cause you’re already so close. "Sit on my lap."

Without a second thought, you were straddling his lap, feeling his dick right against your thigh, and he lets out a small groan, as he is exhaling the smoke. His eyes are low and red, looking over your body. You're wearing a white camisole that stopped just above your belly piercing and black shorts that showed quite a bit of your ass.

His hand is rubbing your thigh, his lip caught between his teeth. Your hands go under his hoodie, lightly scraping your nails against his soft skin, licking your lips at how good he looks.

He's licking his dry lips as he's looking at you before taking another drag of the blunt. Grabbing your face he pulls you down so your lips are almost touching and he blows the smoke into your mouth while you inhale it. Closing the little space between you, your lips are pressed to his in a needy and heated kiss.

Hands comb through his hair as you're lightly grinding against him, needing to ease the sensation between your legs. He puts the bunt in the ashtray then both of his hands go down to your ass, groping and helping you grind against him. Your both moaning in each other's mouth, whiny breaths.

"Want you to sit on my face," he says between kisses with a smile. You peck his lips a few more times before crawling up his body so you're clothed pussy is hovering over his face. Using his index finger, he slides your shorts over revealing your glistening cunt. He nudged your clit with his nose, inhaling your scent, then blowing his breath on the nub watching you shiver.

Being impatient you sit down on his face and he hums burring his face between your thighs, tongue greedily lapping at your wet folds. You're grabbing onto the headboard, moans slipping from your lips, as he's flicking his tongue against your clit.

He's so loud as he slurps your essence from your dripping hole, feeling it clench around nothing against his lips. You're whimpering his name, fingers tugging at his brown locks, eyes looking down to meet his. "Taste . . so good," he's so pussy drunk already, loud moans vibrating against your lower lips.

Grinding your little puffy nub into his nose, his tongue slides into your drooling hole, penetrating it, feeling you squeeze his pink muscle. He's watching your eyes screwed shut, jaw slack, and head falling back.

He has the perfect few of your pebbled nipples poking through your shirt, as your chest rises and falls, the more you hump his face, "So pretty—riding my face."

You reach behind you rubbing your hand against his bulge and he's instantly grinding against it, so needy to be touched. You push his sweatpants down with the help of him raising his hips, and his dick flings out free. You give him a few pumps before spitting in your hand and stroking him again, "Ah—fuck."

He's so messy eating your pussy, nose and chin sticky with your arousal, desperately slurping at your pussy, the sounds getting louder and filthier, as your thighs twitch around his head. He's moaning and groaning, at the taste of your pussy and how good your hand feels wrapped around his dick.

Your legs are growing tired, shamelessly humping his face, feeling your orgasm almost hit its peak, "Gonna . . cum Eren."

His eyes are rolling back, mumbling something incoherent into your pussy as his hips are stuttering into your hand. He slides his hands from your ass up to your nipples, pinching and pulling at the buds, as you start to twist your wrist and squeeze his tip as you stroked his cock.

Holding his head still with the grip you had on his now messy bun, you feel your orgasm crash over you with a few screams of Eren's name, and he's following right behind you. Globs of cum coating your hand and his lower stomach, your hand still moving helping him ride out his orgasm.

When you both come down from your highs, you're sitting back on his thighs, Eren's face is glistening with your arousal, licking his lips savoring your taste. With a lazy grin on your face, you lean down giving him sloppy kisses, tasting yourself on his lips with a moan, "Taste so sweet, pretty girl."

Kissing down your neck to your chest, he's sucking on one of your nipples, tongue darting out licking around the cold metal hearts, while his fingers play with the other one, "Can I taste you again?"

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thesoftboiledegg · 6 months

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I wasn't sure what to make of "That's Amorte" before it aired. When signs pointed toward "the spaghetti comes from aliens," I wondered if we had a rehash of Futurama's "The Problem with Poppers," where the crew finds a delicious treat on a planet only to learn that the "popplers" are underdeveloped alien offspring.

Rick and Morty's take on Soylent Green also seemed likely. Everyone knows the twist: Soylent Green is people! A dark sci-fi concept like that could be a ripe parody for this series.

However, "That's Amorte" adapted a concept that other shows have referenced a thousand times and took a right turn. No one's angry at the humans for eating their suicide victims: in fact, they love the spaghetti and turn it into a corporate product.

This is an obvious shot at capitalism and how companies will destroy the environment, brutally slaughter animals and turn cities into concrete wastelands just to make a buck. And I mean--chowing down on this spaghetti isn't that different from eating meat. I'm an omnivore, but I kept thinking that at least these pasta producers chose to die.

The suicide element gave this episode a poignant touch instead of turning it into an edgelord slog where the humanoids kill people and throw them in a meat grinder. Admittedly, the clones leaned in that direction, and that scene also shows how Rick struggles to understand the world outside himself. He doesn't react when the clones kill each other, but one of his daughters is a clone, and he'd be horrified if anything happened to her.

On its own, "That's Amorte" is a great episode. However, when you take the whole series into account, the plot retreads the same old Morty narrative: Morty tries to do the right thing, it backfires, Rick dodges responsibility while antagonizing Morty to be petty, Rick gets stuck fixing everything and Morty tries to pretend it never happened.

I keep waiting for something good to happen to Morty. Rick has plenty of episodes where he makes positive changes: going to therapy ("Analyze Piss," "Air Force Wong"), improving his relationship with Jerry ("Final DeSmithation," "The Jerrick Trap"), trying to do right by Beth ("Bethic Twinstinct"), being kinder to Morty ("Full Meta Jackrick"), etc.

Season five doesn't emphasize his character development as much, but plenty of scenes show how much he's changing. Even season four has moments where he's gentler.

Rick's being his petty season-two self in "That's Amorte," but even here, he does the right thing by showing the world exactly what--and who--they're eating. In earlier seasons, he would've done that just to be an asshole. Here, I don't think that he was trying to torment people as much as he just knew that this spaghetti shitshow had to end.

Same with the spaghetti itself. He didn't feed it to the Smiths, then show them the dead body just to torture them. I think he genuinely wanted to share the spaghetti because it was delicious, but he also figured that they don't want to know where it comes from.

On a similar note, I enjoyed Rick's moments of physical gentleness. Great animation detail.

So Rick gets a little character development and saves the day again, and Morty gets...nothing. Just a rehash of old storylines. "Mortynight Run" in particular has almost the same plot, beat-for-beat.

"That's Amorte" touched on Morty's depression and his family's coldness toward him but didn't go further than that. Morty keeps cycling through the same issues with no resolution. He blows up in one episode, then shuts down the next. His attempts to do the right thing go astray. When's this kid going to catch a break?

Again, this episode isn't bad. It's funny, original and well-written and has a lot to say about ethics and capitalism. Still, I don't understand why reviews on other sites keep emphasizing Morty's character development because I didn't see much.

I will say that everyone's horror at where the spaghetti comes from was a great takedown of the meat industry. Everyone loves sausage, but nobody wants to see how it's made!

Still, next time we get a Morty episode, I hope that it says more about him and less about the world outside his cartoon.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #that's amorte #season seven #review

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rhiannswork · 2 years

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a. butler novacane (reupload)

warnings: lowercase intended, heavily based off novacane by frank ocean, rockstar!austin (not talked about a lot), yn has beauty and brains (aka a p.star and goes to college to become a dentist.) drug use, slight incorrect way of rolling a joint but oh well, kissing, austin just being a simp and lowk the reader is one too

you sat at your desk, using the light from the blinding lamp post in front of your window. finishing up a thirty-five page essay for school. the professor wasn’t holding back when it came to this assignment, any assignment really. it was one of the biggest essays of the year. the deadline was in a couple of hours. you had a few pages left, it started getting harder coming up with new ways to express your thoughts. you just needed a rest.

you’ve been up since dawn, since then you filmed a video for all the lazy pervs sitting on the internet in the late nights. spending some time at a coffee shop, making a couple of tips. you could’ve been finishing your paper, you would’ve been done by now.

you felt a headache slowly about to ruin your night. out of frustration you rushed the end of your paper and submitted it. you slammed your laptop shut, snatched your phone off the desk, placed your airpods in your ears and grabbed a metal rick and morty lunch box.

you threw on a solid black zip up hoodie and threw the hood over your head. you walked out of your studio apartment and walked to the park not too far from it. you sat on the black bench, crossing your legs and placed the lunch box on your lap.

you opened it and took out a hot pink cannabis grinder, you ripped open the ziplock and took out the herb and grinded it up. you took out a singular rolling paper and a filter, you placed the filter at the end of the paper. you added the ground cannabis inside and rolled up the paper.

you lit it and enjoyed the simplicity from mary jane. your phone buzzed twice, a message from a fling from months ago came upon the phone. it was weird you kept his number, seeing as that you left him. not vise versa.

he had gotten popular over the months, starting a band, touring, the whole thing. you needed to focus on your studies, the groupie lifestyle wasn’t for you. sort of hypocritical seeing as what you do is in the range of that. only thing you won’t get from that is a bachelors degree.

‘i need to speak with you’ you read, your eyes hung low as you could barely read the screen. you replied however with ‘why? what’s going on?’ you don’t even know why you’re giving him the time of day. this was worse than a headache.

‘where are you’ he messaged you back, totally disregarding your response. ‘outside my apartment. now can you tell me what’s happening?’ he left you on read.

your joint had been shortened to where it was no longer able to be at use. you tossed it to the ground and stomped on it a couple of times and walked back to the front of the apartment to go back inside.

you were stumped by the sight of a mid 80’s convertible benz. it beautiful, black and shiny. the lights of the lamp posts and convenience store ‘24/7’ sign hitting just perfectly. you were so effected by the car you didn’t notice somebody sitting inside of it.

“yn” the man inside the car spoke. it was a familiar tone but you couldn’t piece it together. “hm?” you replied, which you shouldn’t have. you stood there squinting your eyes, hoping to get a better visual. the stranger got out of the car, slowly towering over you. “it’s me. aus.” he furrowed his eyebrows at you, trying to make eye contact with you.

“austin? what are you doing here?” stupid question. “i really need to talk to you.” slightly stupid answer. “come inside, it’s cold.” very stupid decision.

you walked up to your apartment with austin following behind you. you unlocked the door and kicked the clothes and books out of the doorway. pushing them to piles of other clothes and books you have yet to attend to.

“as you can see, school has taken a toll.” you nervously chuckled. seeing as you haven’t spoken to austin in months. now he’s in your apartment. “i don’t mind. this is what my hotel rooms look like.” he smiled while sitting on the couch.

“new tat?” you pointed to his chest. he nodded and tugged at the neck of his shirt to show you the full tattoo. exposing a detailed butterfly with hearts for wings. “niceeee.” you sat on the couch beside him and turned your body to him. “—so! what’s going on?” you sighed, finally creating eye contact with him.

he didn’t speak. he took in the sight of you, your lips, your eyes— although they were hung low and had a tint of red. he had missed you so much.

“i got a class at eight in the morning and i would like to get a few hours of sleep.” you smiled apprehensively, growing worry to the amount of time it was taking for him to tell you the reason for his late night visit.

“if i’m being honest. i can’t live without you. i know we were just friends with benefits. i don’t have any means to go on if i can’t wake up knowing you’re mine.” he removed his eyes from yours out of shame. he felt like an absolute idiot, telling you about all the mushy feelings he felt for you.

you on the other hand, when austin told you all about his feelings, it reminded you of how you felt when you first became friends with benefits. now that you’d already repressed those feelings, you don’t know how to respond to that.

“yn please say something.” his voice was smaller than before he came inside. “well… aus…” you took a deep breath, preparing yourself as if you were reading off of notecards.

“i have had my moments, plenty, where i’ve needed you, not sexually… just needed to hear your voice, have you hug me… all of that and you know— i had to push all of those feelings down. i needed to study and the direction you were going i just… can’t follow you.” you let out a sigh of relief as you relaxed your posture. the weight that was placed on you a few minutes ago, was lifted, but then placed on you yet again as you waited there for austin.

“i could’ve helped you know. financially.” “nooo i don’t need your money aus.” you chuckled. “after you left, i didn’t know if i could every feel that happy again. fame, sex, money, getting high. it couldn’t suffice to the feelings i had for you, yn. i’d give up everything to be with you.” he wasn’t kidding either. it’d wouldn’t be any better if he dropped his career for you. if you could barely support yourself, how could you possibly support austin along yourself?

“now… how come you didn’t tell me this the moment you felt it?” you sat on your legs and managed to keep eye contact. “i didn’t want to stand in your way.” “you wouldn’t have aus. i wouldn’t have let it happen… i’ve been a mess for a while. now that you’re here, i’m having this realization. you are what i need.”

it was true, it hit you like a damn metro train. maybe it was the grass that made you fess up to austin, whatever it was, you said it. it was silence, you could slightly hear your own speeding heartbeat. you didn’t even know that he was the missing puzzle piece, but his soft wavy, lengthy, hair, his wifebeater that flaunt his fit arms, his tan skin and the little facial hair he had was drawing you back in.

“aus please say something…” you softly laughed. he just stared into your eyes as the corners of his mouth turned up, taking in the feeling he had been searching for.

he stared into your eyes, not saying anything. you noticed he began darting his eyes from your lips to your eyes. you unconsciously did the same, from his ocean blue eyes to his cherry red lips.

the space between you and austin became little, connecting your needy lips to each other. he cupped the side of your face as his other hand grabbed your waist, pulling your waist, bringing you closer to him. your hand coming in between you both, pushing him away.

your foreheads pressing together, your eyes were unable to open. “you okay?” his voice became hoarse. you nodded as you attached your lips once again only more passionate than before. both of his hands went to your waist as you laid on your back, with your lips still in contact.

his lips followed all way down to your neck, lightly nibbling at your skin and placing marks softly on your neck. your fingers wove through his hair, softly gasping and moaning. “aus it’s too late… for this…” you giggled, pushing his shoulders. “i know, i know, you’ve have class in the morning.” he pecked your lips. “couldn’t you—“ he placed another. “skip it…” he placed one last kiss, making last longer this time. “just once?” his eyes grew pure as he stared into yours.

“you’re such a dork austin.”

#austin butler #austin butler fic #austin butler smut #austin butler fanfic #austin butler angst #austin butler imagine #austin/elvis #austin butler fluff #austin butler x reader #austin imagine

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replicayouth · 19 days

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not me inheriting my brothers rick and morty bowl and grinder when he died and then finally sitting down and actually watching it and then accidentally getting super into it and watching it 3+ times all the way through in two weeks and start following blogs and liking art and reading fanfiction

#this is probably normal #I’m probably fine #surely this is how most people get into rick and morty?

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nineherbscharm · 9 months

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love smoke shops. where else are you gonna find 3 rick and morty bongs and a bitcoin grinder

#rodya.txt #probably lowballing the rick and morty bongs i didnt look at all the stock

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ilovetodrinkwater · 2 months

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what’s in my bag: keys to a former ripleys believe it or not museum. rick and morty grinder. map of creek trails

#the ripleys building sucks ass to work in cus theres nowhere for the employees to go #and people use it for weddings so more than once i have stood in the corner of the room in sweatpants as a qedding party frantically prepare

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kenergized · 6 months

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im ngl seeing rick and morty fans like pick at the smallest moments indicating rick cares for morty to construct a narrative where he is improving how he cares for him does make me feel a little screwy .... like every other rick and morty episode is like ahuhwhaha hey mortyyy im going to send you to meat grinder planet and feed you to the meat grinder king WAHUAAHAHag and fans will be like guys. did you notice the tears in rick's eyes as he fed morty to king sausagemaker5000???

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solar-oppys · 2 years

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i want SO to be the new overly-saturated weed merch show where, for no fucking reason, theres terry and korvo on a bong in every smoke shop u go to like w/ rick & morty

i wanna solar opposites grinder so bad bro and i check online all the time and everyones too big of a coward to make it

#gotta do everything myself #solar opposites #actually i did see a pupa w/ a bong sticker once ig #i got a r&m grinder ironically about a year ago but #solar oppys would be cooler y know #🌌.txt

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happyheadshop · 7 months

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Explore the Best Head Shop in the USA

Embark on a journey to discover the best head shop in USA. From East Coast to West Coast and everywhere in between, explore a diverse array of shops offering premium smoking accessories, unique glass art, and a vibrant culture of enthusiasts. Whether you're a seasoned connoisseur or a curious beginner, this guide will lead you to the ultimate destinations for all your smoking and vaping needs, ensuring a memorable and fulfilling experience.

#smoke shop #best online head shops #best head shop usa #rick and morty grinder #smoking pipe #glass blunt

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borrelia · 8 months

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very much love what the new owners have done with the corner store bc it is so ridiculous. in addition to selling alcohol, energy drinks, and snacks, they now also sell all sorts of cigarettes, vapes, weed, and assorted paraphernalia. theyve got elaborate glass bongs, theyve got grinders with snoop dogg on them, theyve got rick and morty skateboards hanging up in the window, and theyve got big penises for you to... smoke out of? i guess? theres some little chodes too that i think are lighters... literally enabling us all to smoke straight penis up here

#myaa #ngl every time i walk by and see the skateboards im like #what if beepo had one of those cringeass boards....

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katal0gue · 10 months

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pretty privilege medium ugly side profiles....humans literally all look basically the same lol like if everyone in the world voted on the worlds most beautiful and worlds ugliest person the two of them would still look more like each other than either of them look like idk a dolphin or my rick and morty grinder.

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thesoftboiledegg · 1 year

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I'm probably not saying anything that other people haven't said already, but:

I'm kind of surprised that Adult Swim fired Justin Roiland, but they've been trying to shake their reputation as the "bro entertainment" channel for a while (greenlighting more women-led shows and stuff like that.) I thought they'd wait for it to blow over and see if he gets convicted before deciding anything, maybe telling him to get his ass to rehab and make a public statement in the meantime.

Should be interesting to see what happens now that Dan Harmon's solely in charge. I'd thought about this scenario and actually assumed that he'd threaten to walk if Adult Swim fired Roiland? But I know nothing about these men or their relationship. I'm sure he has his own reasons for staying.

What does this mean for Solar Opposites? I wouldn't be surprised if Hulu just canceled it. Roiland only voices one character, but he seems to be heavily involved in the writing. I lost track of that show a while back anyway because I hated the wall subplot.

Someone (maybe Dan Harmon) said in an interview a year or two ago that season seven is already written, so I don't know if we'll see much of a change just yet. I wouldn't be surprised if Roiland had already recorded his lines. If that's the case, I guess we'll wait and see if Adult Swim keeps his recordings or scraps them.

I don't think this would have a huge impact on the writing regardless because Justin Roiland said himself that his drunken improv days are over. Season six was blatant about the fact that new writers have taken control. Most of seasons five and six probably weren't his idea, lmao.

Likewise, I don't know if it'll affect Rick and Morty's dialogue that much because most of the episodes are probably scripted lines, not improvised ramblings. The series hasn't been the Justin Roiland show since season two.

Rick and Morty having new voices is a little....strange to think about. I guess it's not that odd because Roiland himself adjusted their voices as the series went on. Pilot Rick sounds nothing like season six Rick. Still, Roiland has an undeniably distinct acting style, but--again--the later seasons are heavily scripted.

I realize that impersonators exist, but saying "Wubba lubba dub dub!" in Rick's voice isn't the same as reading new dialogue that reflects new situations and character development. Hopefully, we won't notice much of a difference. I'm sure that Adult Swim is taking this seriously. I don't think they're interviewing drunk impersonators on the street, lol.

Like everyone else is wondering: does Roiland still get royalties from merchandise sales? I want to do merchandise roundups without feeling like I'm helping him pay his legal bills, lmao. At least he doesn't get a cent from all the bootleg pipes and grinders in head shops.

#rick and morty #justin roiland #dan harmon #rick sanchez #adult swim #adult animation

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