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christiecandor · 4 months

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I see a lot of you bummed you missed season 7 and/or the marathon on Adult Swim last night, and since I've already been helping a few of you watch it, I've decided to put together a little something for everyone in the fandom on my Google Drive account! Merry Rickmas, all! 🫶

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blue-rick24 · 4 months

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not me pining for rick in a santa suit rick in a santa hat no way couldn’t be me thinking about this all day

I need the whole suit and EVERYTHING. I WILL GIVE YOU ALL MY MILK AND COOKIES JUST PLEASE

bonus rick santa-chez (rickbot was too good for this world)

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misslisamiray · 4 months

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So, I hear there's people who won't post Rick and Morty on their main Tumblr/apologize for liking the show, etc.

And then you have me, proudly wearing this to work today for Ugly Holiday Sweater Day. 🙂 What can I say - unrepentant fangirl trash is a good look on me.

#rick and morty #christmas sweater #holiday sweater #merry rickmas #it lights up!#and has audio!#rick sanchez #pretty sure this was my boss's favorite of everyone's sweaters today #me irl

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rosie-love98 · 4 months

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All Snape Wants For Christmas:

(I own nothing.)

Long story short, Severus Snape and Constance Hardbroom (1998 "Worst Witch") secretly married in 1984/1985-1987. Their son, Nicholas (the future Nick Hobbes of "Weirdsister College") would be born on Bonfire Night-November 5th, 1986. Naturally, his very first Christmas would be a month later. Unfortunately, with Dumbledore needing to go away, Snape had to look after Hogwarts during the holiday. But as this was during "The Gift Of Gratitude" during "Hogwarts Mystery", Snape's Christmas might not have been a total bummer.

@yaviae @tinyvoidwinnerpeach @theworstwitch @theworstwitchforever @snapeaddict @snonions-and-cream

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frasermints · 4 months

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merry rickmas 🫡

good morning rick

#merry rickmas to you too #my post #asks #answers #rick #eastoncowan

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missmeasured · 5 months

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Merry Rickmas everybody! I’d like to throw this in, even though I’m late for the prompt. Under the category of Restless Waiting I have a Hans Gruber/Reader smut for y’all.

You are a new lawyer who is being blackmailed by Hans Gruber and forced to work for him in the weeks leading up to his heist. Temporarily living together in a penthouse apartment that faces the Nakatomi Tower, you sometimes forget he’s a criminal. He prefers to remind you.

Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 2300 | Pairing: Hans Gruber/ You (Reader has breasts and a vagina)

Content Warning Tags: Blackmail, shoplifting, Heist planning, Non consensual touching, Fingering, Vaginal Sex

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Restless Waiting - Rickmas 2023 - Hans Gruber

You had gotten used to being woken in the night with his requests. Working for Hans, living in this apartment while he worked on his plan, was an all hours kind of job. However, normally it was a sharp knock that stirred you, this time you did not wake at the soft opening of the door, or the lifting of the covers, but jolted into alertness as the weight settled into your bed.

“Sir?” You ask in a panic, please God let it be him and not some intruder.

“I require your assistance,” he used his normal answer and yet as he slunk across your bed the normalcy of the answer seemed not to matter.

“I’ll get some clothes,” you begin and try to leave from the other side, but his hands take your hips, clad only in some cotton underwear, and pull them back toward his own.

“That won’t be necessary. You are perfect as you are.” He answers calmly. Then his fingers start tracing patterns across the flesh of your shoulder blades above your camisole and you shiver to think what assistance he is asking for tonight.

You knew he was not a good man, in the moral way. He was not opposed to using violence to get what he wants. You yourself are here because he is blackmailing you. You would lose your law career if he told on you about your prolific shoplifting spree you went on after a bout of depression at the end of law school. How he knew about it, you were not sure. You had changed your name since then, covered your tracks as best you could. Yet the evidence remained, and with his folder of evidence your employers would also have no difficulty connecting the dots.

The fingers of a not morally good man swirling around the skin on one’s back, were complicated. On one hand, you were not an idiot, men like him often take what they want in this way. So your body tensed, too aware of being prey, all the nights you had slumbered here unmolested had lulled you into a false sense of security perhaps. On the other hand, he was a handsome man. Quite charming. Too many times you had felt yourself forget that he was a criminal, who was blackmailing you into helping him dot the i’s and cross the t’s on his plan. He planned on killing. You knew all of this explicitly and still there were moments.

Mornings of sharing cups of coffee, when he was not questioning you about the legal intricacies of different foreign bank accounts or corporate documents, sometimes he would just ask you questions about yourself and really listen to the answer. In those conversations you felt yourself forget who he really was. You cursed the little butterflies in your stomach and squashed them with the remembrance that he was your blackmailer.

“What do you want, Hans?” You ask, you need to be clear about what is happening here. To know what to expect. Are you being asked to pay the blackmailer with your body now?

“It’s funny… my plan… it’s all coming to fruition and now… all this waiting. It makes me unsettled.” He answers. It is not an answer.

“And… how can I help?” You ask the dark, his hand begins slipping up and down your waist and over your hip, on its way back he lets it go under your camisole. Your breath hitches but the hand stays near your waist, he doesn't move to grope you.

“The holiday… it makes me feel… lonesome. Funny how your childhood has a way of rearing its ugly head when you think you are so big and impervious to it all. So I find myself… seeking your company.”

“Christmas… is a strange time for a lot of people.” You whisper back, unsure what to say.

“Take off this top. I want to draw on your whole back.” He instructs in a whisper. His fingertips swirl again, under your shirt now. To say no, and be told it was mandatory felt too uncomfortable. You didn’t want to think of this as happening as part of your blackmail, so you lifted yourself up to slide out of the camisole without argument, telling yourself you wanted the handsome man to draw on your back anyway. You told yourself to pretend you had met him at a cafe. Come home with him of your own accord.

“So much…. Waiting… so much wanting… perhaps I am a child waiting for Saint Nicholas all over again. Only this time… I wait for a much bigger present. Freedom.” He muses as he maps out the planes of your bare back while you clutch the covers close to your chest. “Then again, I am sure you also… are restless… waiting for your own freedom. From me.”

“I was more restless in the beginning. Now I have accepted it. Just a few more days, and you’ll be somewhere in paradise and I’ll… go back to work,” you answer.

“Perhaps I shall send you a plane ticket… have you come so that I might do this in sun cream…” he muses.

“I’m sure there will be a lovely lady with a lovely back where you are going.” You try to shut this down, because just then your mind was too eager to jump at the chance. The idea of not working anymore was too pleasant. But you were too clever to jump at being the mistress of a criminal. You would live at his whim, feeling like he owned you. You would lose all the progress of your hard fought career, and what if one day he just called it off? Better not to dream at all.

“I’ve grown quite fond of you, this month.” His lips seem too close to your ear. “My clever girl. So helpful.”

“You are a very charming blackmailer.” You answer in a whisper, too excited about the change in his tone, the weight of his pressing hands, and how one has gone back to your waist and made the pilgrimage over your hip and down your thigh.

“Charming?” He did that laugh where he made a single grunt of chuckle in his throat and pushed air through his nose, it tickled your neck. “Charming enough… to ask for more? I confess, I came in here thinking if I can blackmail you to work for me, I can blackmail you to snuggle away the Christmas woe, the relentless waiting, and yet… I do confess I want more. But… I don’t want your body as blackmail. You’d have to give it of your own free will.” His fingers swirled over the fronts of your thighs, sending wanting to your core in their wake.

You did not know what to say, but the more his fingers made swirls of goosebumps as if they were the winter wind inside the warmth of your covers, the harder it was not to show your arousal inside your breath.

“Well… can I have my pretty lawyer for Christmas?” He was impatient, waiting for your answer, his fingers so close to touching your panties you were aching with the need of it. His beard scratched against your bare back, he was kissing you softly there between your shoulder blades.

“Yes.” You whispered. He ended your waiting, immediately. He cupped your sex and pulled you tighter against him, suddenly his hard cock pressed against you. Had it been there behind you the whole time, pointing, reaching, not touching?

You moaned. You were letting him, your blackmailer, do this to you. Where were your senses? His beard scratched you while his lips clamped down to suck on your neck. Pain twisting with pleasure, like what you should do, and should not do. You should not be excited by the man who has threatened your livelihood, not yearn for the stiffness that pressed against your ass.

His fingers wormed under your panties, feeling for your entrance and finding it quickly. He laughs into your ear from behind. “I didn’t know I was this charming,” he teases. “So wet…” he pushes in with two fingers, making you cry out. “Tell me… did your pussy get this wet when you were stealing?” He was bringing up a dark time, a bad memory, twisting it with your pleasure. There was no fighting how good his fingers felt inside you. “That’s why I chose you, you know. My little thief. I know that you know… the rush I am chasing.”

Your response was only sounds, wanton, craving sounds while he talked and plunged his fingers in and out, with every pass of them you felt yourself dripping around them, almost embarrassed by how eager your body was for him. “You try to be such a good girl now. Different name.. revised history… but I think helping me steal all this money…. Turns you on. I think you are excited.” He ground his excitement into you and you clenched around his fingers thinking about having it inside you.

He stopped, withdrew, and tossed back the covers, plunging you into the chilly night air. He sat up, pulled you over onto your back, eyes feasting on your breasts. “I’ve been wondering what’s under your clothes… what a beautiful canvas to shoplift on. I bet these nipples looked so pretty under stolen lace. I bet this…” He put his hand down to her core again and brushed a thumb over her mound “left lovely silky wetness right in the middle of every stolen pair of panties.” He hooked his fingers in and stole your last bit of clothing.

In the moonlight you saw he had on an open button down shirt on and a pair of navy blue boxers that tented in the middle. He saw you look, and smirked as he pulled the length from below the waistband, letting it go above, an eager rock hardness, bobbing up and down as he let the thing swing. He looked so good, so handsome, and partly undressed, that beautiful cock the cherry on top, you opened your legs for him.

He knelt between your legs and guided the tip into your folds, slipping it up and down, lubing himself in your excitement. Every time he rubbed your clit with it you couldn’t help but moan for him, making you sound whoreishly eager for his coming penetration. But you liked it when he smirked at your noises.

He lined up the tip and nestled it into your opening. He raised and lowered his hips with maddening slowness, easing the length of it inside you tiny bit by tiny bit, relishing in your gasps, your hips lifting, trying to take more of him than he would allow at once. “You are… a very…mmmm… good Christmas gift… my little thief… you are…. So wet… “ He slowly said while he fucked himself into you with such erotic slowness you thought you would explode when it reached his full girth.

“I bet when I’m long gone with all my money you will touch yourself to these memories. At your boring job. Your pussy will be throbbing around your fingers when you think about helping me steal all that money…” He told you, and you knew he was right. You had been enjoying helping him.

You were so swollen, so needy, every pass of his cock was scratching a desperate itch. You didn’t even know you needed it. Had wanted it. He put his hands under your knees and pushed your legs back, crunching your body up under him as he began fucking you faster. He must have sensed you were about to come, because he slowed to a stop with a mischievous look. “Let me catch up with you, naughty girl.” You moan at his teasing, as he goes slow again with a maddening rhythm .

“I like this.” He sighed over your face as casually fucks you, letting you stay on the edge. “Respectable girl with bad girl past still likes being fucked like a naughty girl, doesn’t she? Because that’s who you are… inside.” He has pegged you with deadly accuracy. It seems to give him pleasure to have caught out the truth about you. He speeds up again.

He’s too right, you haven’t felt so alive in months, and no man has felt as good inside you as this criminal mastermind does. It all washes over you. The feelings, the truths of it all, the pleasure more than anything. Then you are starting your climax and he is chasing his own, pushing harder and deeper into you.

It’s like being outside of yourself, watching him fuck you till he comes. How when he begins to feel his climax coming he abandoned his slow, talkative approach and tossed his head back in open mouthed pleasure as he slams himself in to the hilt over and over again. His breathy noises, his groans on the air, make your growing orgasm unbeleivably strong, your legs shake as he fucks you.

He pulls himself out only at the last possible second as his cock instantly explodes all over your curled up form beneath him. You enjoyed his grunts a little too much as he used his hand to spend the last himself across your breasts.

It was only after that you had your first kiss with the man. The damn butterflies came back. “I don’t think the waiting is going to be so hard anymore… with such a lovely distraction.” He smiled as he cleaned you. “Not with my little thief stealing my attention.” He teased.

As he tucked you into his arms for the night suddenly the few days before the heist seemed like they would be too short. Your impending freedom loomed too imminent. You would be restlessly trying not to think about how fast Christmas was coming, knowing it would mark the end of your time with him. Unless you accepted that plane ticket offer after all.

#rickmas2023 #fanfiction #smutty #smutty fanfiction #hans gruber #Hans Gruber/reader #hans Gruber x you #alan rickman #not SFW #miss measured

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haunted-plush · 4 months

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Rick wishes everyone a merry Rickmas and a happy holiday!!

#rick and morty

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myveryownfanfiction · 5 months

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Rickmas day 6: out of care

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @cassieuncaged, @deepperplexity, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing

I took in the forest covered in fresh covered snow as I held onto George. He gently tugged at the reigns as we neared the portion of Sherwood Forest that Robin Hood and his band of merry men inhabited.

“relax.” George frowned, hand on my arm as I had tightened my grip on him. “I’m not after him today. We’re out here for you.” I furrowed my eyebrows behind him.

“For me?” I asked, resting my head on George’s back.

“Yes.” He confirmed. “You’ve been moping about the castle. It’s Christmas. You love Christmas. And yet you aren’t acting like it. So I’m making you go out and enjoy a little fresh air.” George squeezed my arm. “And it helps that snow had just fallen and it was the perfect moment to remind you why this time of year is so beautiful.” I smiled softly as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride.

“This is nice” I admitted. “George, where are we going?” He brought my hand up and kissed it.

“all in due time darling. All in due time.” He assured me. I settled against him and we passed the time in silence. Just as I was starting to nod off, George stopped the horse. “We’re here.” He dismounted and turned to help me down. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at the cabin.

“where is here?” I asked as George gently pulled me towards the cabin.

“this is my cabin. When things get to be too much, I come here.” He said as he opened the door, letting me in first before going to start the fire. “I thought I’d bring you here. Give you a chance to get away from all that’s bothering you.” I smiled at him and went over to hug him.

“thank you.” I breathed out. He hugged me back tightly before dropping a kiss to my head.

“you’re welcome luv.” He whispered.

#alan rickman #alan rickman fanfiction #alan rickman fanfic #alan rickman imagine #alan rickman x reader #sheriff of nottingham #sheriff of Nottingham x reader #Sheriff of Nottingham imagine #Sheriff of Nottingham fanfic #Sheriff of Nottingham fanfiction #Rickmas #rickmas2023

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datchidatchi · 1 year

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Merry Rickmas!

Boy oh boy I wonder what Santa prime brought for us today?

#rick and morty #rick prime #blood #gore #fanart #doodle #commexample

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christiecandor · 4 months

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Want to make a Xmas Rick and Morty comic that rips off my favorite line from Santabot in Futurama where young Rick is about to kiss Diane under the mistletoe and Rick Prime comes screeching into the atmosphere with "YOUR MISTLETOE IS NO MATCH FOR MY TOE MISSILE!" and fires what they think is a TOW missle and they're gonna die, but Rick just becomes a giant angry toe

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #rick and morty thoughts #your mistletoe is no match for my toe missle #rick c137 #rick prime #young rick #rick and diane #diane sanchez #Futurama #Xmas #xmas goals #corny af #merry rickmas #rickmas2023

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smilingformoney · 5 months

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Rickmas 2023: Day 14. A Light in the Night | Metratron & Reader

Content warning: suicidal thoughts

Read now on Ao3 or below the cut:

Having a guardian angel was strange. Due to some godly magic you couldn’t quite understand, you never remembered that you had one or why until he appeared, and then it was like you’d never forgotten. So when you looked out of your window on Christmas Eve and saw an unusual light floating in the air, you thought it might be a drone or something until it came closer to you and Metatron appeared in your bedroom, and suddenly it made complete sense.

“Oh, what now?” you sighed.

“Merry Christmas to you too!” the angel retorted with irritation. “All the times I’ve saved your ungrateful arse from making another stupid decision, and all I get is what now?”

“Every time you show up, it’s never with good news. It’s always don’t do the thing you really want to do, [Y/n], or else there’ll be terrible consequences. Never you’re on the right track and good things are coming your way. Can’t you bring me good news for once? Or just a social call would be nice.”

“I don’t have time for social calls, and if I did they certainly wouldn’t be with you.”

“How can you not have time? You’re literally older than time itself.”

“You’re not my only ward, you know. But you are my most bothersome.”

You crossed your arms and huffed. You’d grown up in care after your mother died when you were a baby, and growing up in the system naturally meant you got yourself into a lot of trouble, but you’d always found that fortune brought you a way out of it.

Then, on your 18th birthday, you discovered that fortune hadn’t been a factor at all - it had been Metatron, your guardian angel, secretly protecting you. Once you became an adult he was able to reveal himself to you, and boy did he rip you a new one for all the shit you pulled. Once his rant was over, he’d revealed that the reason you had no idea who your father was was because he never existed - you were an immaculate conception, your mother being the last descendent of Jesus Christ of all people. You didn’t have any siblings, what with her having died when you were a baby, and so you were left to carry the mantle of being the last descendent of Jesus.

All this had been explained to you with many a weary sigh and quite a few expletives. If you were meant to be the last Jesus or whatever, weren’t you supposed to have the best of the best for a guardian angel? Why had God sent you this guy?

“Look, fine, I’m your last choice for new Jesus. Why are you here?”

“For the last time, you’re not new Jesus. You’re just his bloodline, which for some reason I agreed to protect. And you know perfectly well why I’m here.”

He nodded to your hand and the bottle of pills you were holding.

“That’s a one-way ticket to Hell, you know.”

“Sure, like God’s gonna let new Jesus go to Hell.”

“Which is why I’m here.”

“You’re just making me want to kill myself even more.”

Metatron sighed and sat himself next to you on the bed. He awkwardly patted your thigh in an attempt to be comforting.

“Tell me why. I can make your problems go away with a snap of my fingers, you know.”

“Can you fix my brain?” you muttered bitterly.

“What’s wrong with your brain?”

“Dunno. Just doesn’t work properly. Like… there’s something missing. Something I can’t quite place my finger on. And even when I remember all this — I just feel overwhelmed by it all. The pressure of being what I am…”

You sighed and turned the pill bottle over in your hand, fidgeting with it.

“At least in Hell I’d feel something.”

“Pain. Horrible, excruciating pain. Forever.”

You ran a finger down one of the faded scars on your forearm. “Pain helps sometimes.”

Metatron sighed. “Sometimes I don’t understand why He made you so…”

“Pathetic?”

“Human. Not just you, all of your family. You carry pain I could never understand.” You scoffed, and he said, “Do you think Jesus didn’t hurt too?”

You looked up at him then, frowning. “Wasn’t He meant to be perfect?”

“He was. So are you. Perfectly human and perfectly divine.”

“Too human.”

“…Maybe. But who am I to question God’s design?”

“You should always question authority, Metatron.”

“And that attitude right there is why you keep getting yourself into trouble.”

You closed your eyes and held the bottle up. “Go on. Get rid of it.”

“Is this your choice?”

“Yes, just do it.”

Metatron snapped his fingers, and suddenly your fingers were grasping onto thin air.

“I don’t want to come back again,” he said.

“Hate my company that much?”

“You are extremely irritating, [Y/n], and quite possibly the worst choice for ‘new Jesus,’ as you keep calling yourself, out of all of my wards. There’s a lovely farm boy in Tunisia, for example, if only he was a scion - hey!” Metatron winced as you hit his arm. “That would have hurt if I had pain receptors!”

“Well, there’s the difference between you and me, Metatron. That’s why God wants His scion to be human — because we know what life feels like. We know love and loss and fear and pain. We can see the beauty in the little things and the majesty in the big things. We know - I know - that life is horrible and beautiful at the same time. People are cruel and they’re kind and they can be both at the same time. We’re tiny and insignificant - and we’re giants.”

You looked up at him, and he had a strange look on his face. It might have been a smile, but you’d never seen him smile before, so you weren’t sure he was even capable of it.

Outside, the clock struck midnight.

“Merry Christmas, Metatron.”

“Happy birthday, [Y/n].”

“Will you stay a bit longer? I don’t want to forget yet.”

Metatron paused, then nodded.

“Alright. Maybe I do have time for a social call after all. Where do you keep your whisky?”

#rickmas2023 #alan rickman #dogma 1999 #metatron #(the hot version not the other ones from spn and gomens)

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gra55-tast3bad · 4 months

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Merry rickmas guys!!!♥️

Rick after Christmas:

#pocket mortys #rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty #rick and morty a thousand years #[as]

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deepperplexity · 4 months

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Merry Rik-, erh-, Christmas everyone! 🥰✨🎁🎄

We've gotten a last minute invite for this evening (just wrapped up celebrating and hosting for my dad) so I don't know if I'll manage to have prompt 24 written and posted today (it's 15.07 here and I haven't started writing yet, it's been too hectic for me to have a single minute to sit down). You might have to wait a liiiiiitle extra for the final prompt - I hope that's okay and that you're having a fantastic holiday! I will try to make it up to you with the final fic of Rickmas2023! ♥️♥️♥️

Thank you all for this event so far, it's been such a pleasure and I'm really excited about wrapping it up as soon as possible - life just happens a lot in December it appears (no, not missing ayäny words or anything - life is just happening constantly 😂).

Happy Holidays!

*me, failing to stay on top of RICKMAS while falling into real life and stumbling on the finish line as life happens*

#merry christmas my sweet darlings #just a little note and apology

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yahoo201027 · 5 months

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Day in Fandom History: December 11…

What was supposed to be a merry Christmas at the Smith household takes an ugly turn when Morty discovers a betrayal after retrieving a lightsaber that could pose harm to the Earth's core. The Season 6 finale and the third Holiday-themed episode of Rick and Morty, “Ricktional Mortpoon’s Rickmas Mortcation” premiered on this day, A Year Ago.

#Day in Fandom History #1 Year Ago #Rick and Morty #Season 6 #Episode 10 #Ricktional Mortpoon's Rickmas Mortcation #Cartoon #Animation #Holiday Themed

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