#if you have a cool idea because I inspired you...

[yeehawpim]

hi! i just wanted to let u know that i love ur art and a lot of ur comics are very impactful to me :] recently in a ceramics project for school i was inspired by the school comic u made. the imagery of "i love you" on the palm was very meaningful to me so i added it to the palm of this hand sculpture, and cuz im a sentimental sap i had my friends doodle on it in sharpie. i thought u would like to see it since its cool when ur art inspires other people to make art, right?

the title is "Take My Hand"

(also when i submitted this piece for class i linked to ur comic (credit to where my ideas came from) but im also hoping my teacher reads more of ur work since i like it so much)

OMGGGG THATS SO COOL BRO ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE A HAND IRL???

Ceramics one of those classes I wish I'd taken in school it's super impressive to me

Thanks so much for reading my stuff that's so cool you put it on your art🫣Here's an mspaint drawing of my reaction because I don't have access to my tablet rn😂

[itzkawaiiduh]

Okay, so! @ratnix inspired this convo, and I had to make a post about it!!

I am genuinely so interested in the idea of "your spectre growing more powerful" as the Deans put it. Whether it's the mind or the spectre, it's still such a cool concept. Your abilities don't upgrade, you just get better at wearing the costume. (eg. Will holding a façade of Duke and Prospero's rats attacking people and the strength of his paralysis.)

The idea behind Eulalie being able to dispell at one point MANY malevolent beings is so inspiring to me, and makes me so excited to see more spectres this season.

Malevolent-wise, Annabel and Ada are two that stick out to me. Prospero is already powerful as it is, being a lethal spectre emerged so fast. Ada's spectre is all about fear/inducing fear, and Annabel has her withered peonies. Annabel is stronger in terms of logical thinking and reading characters, but Ada's spectre is the one who can make you see your worst fear, have an ear splitting scream, and Mark of the Grave. (I think this is a play on words with gravemarkers, which are essentially tombstones on a person's grave)

Neutral-wise, I'm curious about Pluto's evil eye, I think this will change my thinking on him. I don't really have an opinion on his spectre yet, but I love the design! Duke could induce hypnosis and maybe turn other people along with him invisible. Will, is a bit of a difficult case because his abilities is all about changing himself. But there's so much stones unturned on him that we just don't KNOW about him!

Additionally, I love the idea of each person have a specific "transformation" almost like. Montresor's is fire, Ada's is shadows, Pluto's is a flicker of smoke, Duke's is water, Annabel's cold wind, Will's, which I imagine when he first transforms, is a contortion and/or him melting and ribbons twist and turn to show his spectre, and so on!

I'm just! I'm so excited to learn more!

[formosusiniquis]

It’s Wednesday have some worms I’m using as a warm-up.

So this is inspired by these style videos that I’ve seen a lot lately on youtube shorts cause i quit tiktok just to get stuck on the vape version. Where people go up to athletes and ask them to sign old pictures of themselves. And I’ve got two versions that have been playing in my head.

1. Chrissy and Eddie run a joint besties tiktok/social media thing where they show off their opposites attract platonic soulmate life by pushing each other out of their comfort zones, making them do things the other likes, and showing that it can be fun. Eddie takes Chrissy to a show and makes her get in the mosh pit, they jump out of a plane -- each claiming it was the other’s idea -- she makes Eddie try cheer; you get the picture.

So Chrissy drags Eddie to a sports game of your choosing, I’m going with baseball cause @thefreakandthehair ‘s latest fic with baseball steve is living in my head rent-free this week. Eddie decides that if he’s going and they’re going to do the sports equivalent of stage-dooring then he’s going to double up and get in on this trend he’s seen. The reactions are middling to bland, Tommy Hagan flips him off but does sign the photo of himself from what Eddie thinks is probably his junior prom and he and Chrissy are both pretty positive that'll be the best reaction they get for the video. But the next person they have planned to get is Steve and Eddie had to dig deep to find a picture of Steve that wasn’t a photo of him in a group shot at a party when he was in high school. It’s like the guy hit senior year and disappeared off the internet.

So Eddie walks up to the hottest guy he’s ever seen and asks for an autograph while handing Steve a photo of himself from grade school. He’s got the biggest smile on his face, one of his front teeth is missing and his hair is slipping forward onto his forehead from its picture-day perfect styling. Steve cuts off his by-rote agreement with a laugh and actually turns to look at Eddie (and Chrissy) now.

“Did everyone get one like this or am I special?”

Chrissy answers since Eddie lost the ability to speak the second Steve looked at him while smiling, “Yours is the littlest, but we did choose to ignore everyone’s professionally taken headshots.”

“You think this wasn’t done by a professional? Look at the lighting and the weird tree in the background.”

Chrissy laughs and does that thing where she kicks her leg out enough to knock Eddie back to planet earth. “You can make it out to Eddie, with an IE.” She tells Steve while Eddie massages his smarting ankle.

Steve takes the sharpie out of Eddie’s slack hand and looks down to sign. “I was always gonna sign, cause I like to think this little guy would be really excited about how far I got. But, this would be creepy if you weren’t so cute.”

Eddie is only able to answer because Steve still isn’t looking at him. “Her?”

Steve hands him the picture. “She didn’t ask for the autograph.”

They have to blur it for the video, but underneath his perfectly practiced signature, Steve sends Eddie home with his number.

Alternatively my take 2. The kids get full VIP experience tickets for Corroded Coffin and they have to go Steve. Claudia doesn’t want to cramp their style so she’s out, but if they can’t find a certified adult to take them then Ted has been volunteered. Ted, Steve. He agrees to go because even if he can’t stand the idea of spending the night fighting a migraine during the flashing lights of a heavy metal concert, he also isn’t going to let the Party suffer the social repercussions that would be Ted Wheeler going.

But he decides if he’s going to go he’s going to have fun with it. The kids let him know that it’s a small VIP (for plot reasons) and every group gets a set amount of time with the group. He’s listened to them talk about what they’re bringing to get signed, what they’re going to say to the band to sound both cool and mature. Meanwhile, he’s taking inspiration from his own feed to come up with a plan that’s going to hopefully only annoy everyone a ‘God Steve why do we take you anywhere, but yeah okay that was pretty funny’ amount and not actually ruin the kids' time.

He doesn’t actually know anyone in the band, but the internet exists and as he goes down his rabbit hole, trying to find pictures that are suitably dweeby but also cute in a wholesome way, he realizes that oops the lead guitarist is super hot and also vaguely familiar.

The night of the concert comes and Steve goes into the VIP line with five photos for the four members. Pictures from so far down the Instagram timeline that an accidental like would get him put on a watchlist. He’s got a sophomore Gareth trying his blue steel in a selfie, a photo of Jeff from the one year he did marching band to get out of his gym credit, Freak in the suit vest he got for Junior prom, and Eddie at his most dramatic ‘it’s not a phase Wayne’ stage in high school.

Eddie absolutely thinks they’re being made fun of for a minute, it’s Jeff who laughs and breaks the tension first. Which is good because Steve had waited to bring out the second picture he brought, turns out he finally figured out why the hot guitarist looked and sounded so familiar, and he shows Eddie a picture from the summer camp they went to together where they had been inseparable. That one Eddie signs gladly, his messy signature blocking out the camp counselor they had both hated. Steve won’t let the kids see, he tells them it’s weird to see your heavy metal heroes when they were eight and still waiting to get the gap between their front teeth fixed with braces. But he really just doesn’t want them to see the number Eddie wrote there and the vague promise to have Steve over to catch up and see if they can make kids as cute as they were.

[fullhavelstonearmor]

Okay so if you like bat jokes that’s fine. I don’t really ship Batman with any of his rogues gallery but you know do whatever. You saw the Lego Batman movie and were inspired to make cool art, neat! Though, it’s likely your reasoning for shipping Batjokes is because of Joker’s obsession. Now in some pieces of media it’s a two way street, but in all honesty Batman doesn’t NEED a lotta the people in his rogue’s gallery the way Joker needs Batman. So you ship it because Joker is obsessed and that’s fine but have you considered the ONE character whose entire existence revolves around Batman?

That’s right. Bane. Have you considered Bane X Batman? It’s ridiculous and funny. Now I don’t ship it, but if your sole reason for shipping batjokes is Joker’s obsession then I PROMISE Bane is ten times as obsessed. This motherfucker has dreamed about Batman before he KNEW Batman. Breaking Batman is literally his “destiny.” I mean c’mon they’re literally ripe for a soulmates fanfic guys. Hell, get crazy with it, make a love triangle! The best part? You don’t have to pretend that Red Hood doesn’t exist! Take it into consideration, would ya’? Also! Bane is a better Batman villain anyway.

Y’all, I feel the urge to clarify this. If it seems I’m calling Batjokes a bad or worse ship, I’m not. At all. I am just pointing out a silly ship idea, and using it as an excuse to talk about my favorite character in DC lol.

[crystalizedcryolite]

Hello!! Was reading your fic recently and I'm wondering, what was the inspiration the aliases the colour gang has?

Ah, a wonderful question! :D

Red's name was actually from the comment section of the first chapter. I needed help coming up with a name, and from what I was given, I chose the Greek Name "Proteus"! I'm a sucker for greek mythology <3

Orange’s was a similar case, but this time I had people choose between Sketch and Canvas. Sketch won! Which fit better since they sort of have to sketch out quick drawings to get it done faster while in action.

Yellow- I had no idea. For now he's being called "Y", which is honestly cool, but I'm considering "Hephaestus", but maybe not considering it's lengthy.

Green's was almost going to be Siren, but it felt waaay too similar to other fics I've read from other fandoms. But Songbird seemed fitting, at least! I wanted it to really reference how he's associated with singing.

Blue's was by far the easiest. Witch, because- she's a witch. But witches are also very tricky to deal with! And Blue, even if she's powerless, is also very tricky to deal with.

And I'm not sure if Purple counts as the CG (most definitely not but they are quite important) but I'll share it anyway!

Purple’s alias was always meant to be Aeolus from the start. Another reference to greek mythology, since they seemed like the type to like that stuff! ^^

Thanks for the question! I appreciate it a lot, you have no idea.

[the-writing-mobster]

Hey.

Just a gentle reminder... That in an overwhelming majority of Undertale fanfic, Frisk IS the villain.

This is a gentle reminder that a majority of fanfics where Frisk is Sans's victim... Sans is the point of view character.

A gentle reminder that in an overwhelming majority of murder mystery novels, victims are used as plot devices and seen as objects to be brutalized for the story, and detectives are the main characters.

A gentle reminder that pop culture is deeply fascinated with the minds of cruel men, and their stories are told 90% of the time.

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So... TMDG is a small drop in the well of something that is not that. It's a murder mystery I want to tell focused on the victims; their hopes, their dreams, and how that was robbed of them...

And Undertale just happens to be the gift wrapping I chose to present this story in, because Sans is my muse.

Thank you! Enjoy! Go forth and prosper, darlings.

Mwah!

🫶🏻💗

[triglycercule]

dust with a fucked up savior complex save me dust with a fucked up savior complex SAVE ME!!!! he's literally sooo savior complex coded. he killed his underground to "save" everyone and stop the human from killing them. he thinks that it's better that he does the murdering instead of the human because he has better intentions. he's sad at the beginning (rightfully so) but savior complex dust really gets so much cooler when you add in the fact that dust eventually started to LIKE killing his underground 😭😭 like just..... imagine a manic dust who's gone mad going around claiming he's helping everyone with what he's doing when he's really,,,, not. soo cool.,,, (like dude how are you SAVING people if they don't exist after you've killed the person who was killing them. there is nobody to be safe but yourself anymore) (can you tell this was inspired by the one comic of dust killing his papyrus and saying "it was better if i did it" or something)

but also also on the other hand,,,,, revenge fueled dust??? he's gotten SO bitter from the repeated resets and genos that he's genuinely bitter enough to risk it all to stop the human. he doesn't have pure intentions in this one. dust doesn't claim he's saving anybody with what he's doing murdering them all. he KNOWS it's bad and wrong and hypocritical but he does it anyways because he wants to not only stop the human but to make them suffer. he purposely wants them to keep coming back after killing them just so he can kill them over and over and over and have them experience a fragment of the suffering he did with having all of his friends and family killed. but i think a revenge fueled dust (in contrast to savior complex dust) would be a lot cooler if he still felt shitty for killing everyone. it's painful to do but hate is stronger than love and dust's hate for the human is MUCH stronger than his love for the underground atp

[oneluckydragon]

The wives of all time? The wives of all time!!

@s1nn0hh I love Gaia and Erida so much c:

[uncanny-tranny]

Yet another crochet and knit hack: the patterns are a mild suggestion. You can do what you want forever, you have free will 💛💛💛

[ifindus]

1660 - Cavalryman - Several wars under Denmark against Sweden.

1697 - Gunner - pre-Great Nordic War under Denmark against Sweden.

1774 - Skiing Soldier - pre-Theater War under Denmark against Sweden.

1785 - Infantryman - pre-Great Northern War under Denmark against Sweden.

1808 - Coast Guard Officer - Napoleonic Wars under Denmark.

1845 - Infantryman - pre-First Schleswig War under Sweden against Germany.

1855 - Infantryman - during the Crimean War (Sweden-Norway debated joining the UK and France against Russia).

1905 - Hunter - preparing for wars of independence against Sweden.

1914 - Engineer Officer - First World War.

1940 - Infantry Officer - Second World War.

[bonefall]

mistystar n who

I think fratboy Podlight who sends his powerful grandmother stupid texts is a VERY funny concept.

"My dad didn't love me because he could never move on from the lover he had in his 20s. My sister is up to no good. I party hard at Aftergatherings about it, are you rockin' with me?"

He is 38 cat-years-old.

[st4zia]

Marina, where are you?

[quinn-pop]

woahhh it’s an idol au !!!!!

after a falling out with hyness, the three mage sisters (who aren’t actually mages here lol) went out on their own! they’re not very used to being around other people but they’re trying to get by! it’s tough but they’ve got it!!!

only zan keeps running into this one person: magolor, who insists on recruiting her to be an idol, of all things

she is definitely put off at first—idols are ridiculous! frivolous! shameless!—but once she learns more…and more importantly, is promised a lot of money…well, what has she got left to lose?

zan is the group center and magolor is the manager…magolor also definitely does not have any of the money he is promising, as he is very close to being fired from *squints* dedede’s talent agency. yeah that’s a thing now. magolor has kinda just failed again and again to get anywhere with his ideas, and so he puts all he has into this group

…okay maybe this is more of an entertainment au because i threw in Literally Every Other Character. for example, yeah, dedede, who is obviously as professional as you’d expect (sarcasm.)

the agency itself is uhhh not doing great because dedede doesn’t know what he’s doing (did you think he would? self proclaimed king, everyone /lh) but he is very enthusiastic, at least, and good with people

there’s also professional fight choreographer meta knight and the kid he swears isn’t his (it is. he’s adopted) said kid listens to a lot of music and even becomes a fan of the mages <3

meta is the only one here to actually have a reason to wear sunglasses other than in an attempt to look cool lmao.

susie, in charge of marketing, who has her own dad problems that would definitely parallel the mages’. she totally isn’t jealous of them and their bond and that they get to be idols (also sarcasm)

yeah she’s gonna join later lol

there’s also the superstar solo idol, (stage name) sectonia

she takes her work very seriously and really plays up the whole parasocial relationship aspect of being an idol, meeting fans and putting on an act for the cameras. she is very charismatic but kiiiind of self centered, and her desire to be adored often gets the better of her

since there’s not really magic in this au, she never had the chance to turn evil, but that longing for love and approval is still there

she’s kind of the mages’ rival because she embodies so much of what zan hates about idols (but maybe they’re more alike than they think…?)

[maxblonda]

wes, warly and non-verbal communication

i know we've seen wes communicate in both pantomime and asl, the latter of which can help him with any language barriers he has with the cast if he doesn't speak english (as the only time we "hear" from him is in the english translation for his solo performance on stage, so we at least know he thinks in french. doesn't necessarily mean that he can only communicate in french since he uses asl- but i guess you could argue that asl has more visibility than lsf- whatever, point being that he at the very least doesn't speak or write in english) but i feel like not enough people have explored the possibilities of his communication with warly, who also speaks french and addresses other characters with french honorifics.

there's already a link they have in game with wes's favorite food only being able to be cooked by warly. there's also warly's constant usage of "mon ami(e)" to address characters, which i take as a sign that he can be just as warm and friendly as wes is (i mean, forgiving maxwell for imprisoning him for what was supposed to be eternity is remarkably kind.)

as for lore-based links, i'm not sure if wes lived in paris, specifically, like warly used to, but i wouldn't be surprised with the way klei has characters cross paths that you'd never expect (ie wickerbottom and willow, walter and woodie) that they could have potentially ran into one another but have no recollection of it. furthermore- it could be kinda sweet to imagine that warly could have seen wes on the streets of paris down on his luck after his shift and taken time out of his night to give him some nice fresh food.

but to be real i really just wanted to write this because i had this one thought of warly knowing some level of french sign language (maybe working on it with one of wickerbottom's books. that lady does have access to a bunch of knowledge, why not books on sign language of all kinds?) and surprising wes when he comes back to base after a long day by signing some sort of equivalent to "i'm so glad you came back safe, mon ami." and wes immediately feeling seen, signing back thank you with a smile, feeling like not only is there someone who knows french, but also is willing to go out of his way to learn to communicate with him in a way that considers wes's own abilities and to find a way to further include him in exchanges between the survivors.

additionally, woodie could join in on the fun. i already imagine as a result of his quotes that he has a pretty heavy canadian english accent, if he has any experience with french it'd likely be quebecois french. so i imagine wes and warly hearing him try to communicate with them in whatever limited french he knows in an accent they're not at all exposed to and simply blinking in silence at him before warly says "come again?"

but back to the two frenchmen. warly could ask wes what he would like to eat by pointing at pictures, sure, or just making whatever he wants and sharing with the other survivors, but i like the idea of warly being considerate enough to sign to wes in lsf, asking him that way instead and getting a direct answer. and the answer is almost always crepes.

[doctorbrown]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ 「 28 / 31 * ON THE RADIO 」

October 8, 1984

How he was convinced to undergo this massive undertaking wasn’t the question. Emmett knows exactly how it happened. Left to his own devices, things had begun piling up and now that their newest side-project was underway, the so-called mega-powered amplifier, they would need to clear away more space before the garage became even more of a tripping hazard than it already was.

The more appropriate question he needs to ask is why he is attempting this in the first place when he knows he will commit to the task for two hours, perhaps slightly longer than that if he’s focused, before his attention is called elsewhere and the task abandoned for the three-hundredth time over the years.

Then the why swings the front door open excitedly, shouts ‘Hey Doc, I’m here!’ and Emmett slides a two-tiered box of two-plus decade-old paperwork to the side of the couch in what has become the designated garbage pile.

“Hey, uh, Doc, you home?”

“Over here, Marty.” Marty follows the sound of his voice over to the couch. “I figured I’d try and clear up some room now that we’re going to be building your amplifier in here over the next few months.”

Marty looks around, noticing the additional layers of paperwork and other seemingly random things strewn across the floor, and frowns slightly. “If it’s too much trouble, we don’t have to do it. You’re working on your other thing, that thing you won’t tell me about a—”

“Marty, I wouldn’t’ve agreed to build it with you in the first place if I didn’t want to. Or if I thought I couldn’t juggle both projects.” After a second, Marty smiles, a visible weight lifting from his shoulders. Emmett stands, passing him a stack of old, yellowed papers that he accepts without question.

“I thought you had a research project you were supposed to be doing.”

“I do. Actually that’s—hey where do you want me to put these?” Emmett gestures to the discard pile and Marty curiously flips through a couple of the documents before dropping the whole pile on top of the box. “That’s why I came. Earlier than I thought I would, anyway. Doc, you ever heard of The War of the Worlds?”

“The book or the radio adaptation?”

“Both, I guess. But mostly the radio adaptation. It was a book first?”

“It was. Written by H.G. Wells. Do you remember me telling you about his other book The Time Machine?”

Marty presses his lips together. “Mmm, yeah, kind of. This guy turns a sled into a time machine and then goes to the future, right? And a lot of things aren’t great there. Didn’t you say they stole his time machine?”

“That’s a quick explanation of it, but essentially, yes. He wrote a lot of plausible science regarding the time-travel into his novel, which I quite liked, and the idea of his time machine—” Emmett stops, waving a hand to get himself back on-track. “Anyway, you were asking me about War of the Worlds. What do you want to know about it?”

Marty flops onto the couch and starts digging through his backpack, producing a crinkled, horribly yellowed newspaper. The tagline reads ‘WAR’ ON THE AIRWAVES: RADIO PLAY STIRS TERROR ACROSS NATION and Marty grins up at Emmett from behind the page. Emmett’s brows fly up as he accepts the proffered paper, unfolding it to read the rest of the front-page news article.

Halloween hoax turns deadly!

Thousands of radio listeners were seized by panic during a dramatization of H.G. Wells’ The War of the Worlds performed by Orson Welles and the Mercury Theatre on the Air between 8:15 and 9:30 o’clock last night, believing Martian invaders had come down to attack the Earth.

Households all across the country were disrupted, radio waves jammed due to volume, mass hysteria caused people to flee their homes en masse to escape—

“I was going to write my paper about the invention of radio and how it changed our lives, so I went to the library. Mom and Dad, well, they weren’t so helpful and this is before they were born anyway.” October 31, 1938—Emmett hums. No, his parents were likely just born around that time, far too young to remember it.  

“Almost everything I’ve found about this radio play just talks about how Orson Welles caused so much chaos and panic on Halloween back in ’38. To the point where he had to publicly apologise for freaking people out. Any chance you remember that, Doc? That you were listening to it? I’d kinda like to hear it from someone I trust.”

The memories have adopted that fuzzy quality that time often brings to them, their integrity broken down at the edges to where they are still recognisable, but the smaller details have since faded, been sacrificed to time.

Emmett remembers being eighteen, lounging in the most comfortable chair he had, tuned into CBS, eagerly awaiting the radio adaptation of Wells’ novel. He remembers hanging on their every word, devouring the reports as if they were the real deal, scientific papers published by one of his heroes.

For an hour, he had suspended his disbelief, allowed himself to be dragged into the reimagined world created by Welles and his troupe, and thought about fondly once it had ended, to the point where he’d pulled out the novel to reread.

“I was a little older than you when that broadcast happened and yes, as a matter of fact, I was tuned in.” Marty’s eyes light up and he leans in, eagerly awaiting the story. “This was forty-six years ago so I don’t remember every single detail about the broadcast, but I remember being impressed by the effort put into it. Welles and his troupe did a great job of making it sound very realistic despite the outlandish material he was working with.”

“How’d he do that?”

“He performed it like it was a news bulletin happening in real-time. So he had fake accounts from scientists, from government officials, from ordinary people at Grovers Mill—the novel happens largely in London, but for the play, they moved the invasion here, focusing on New Jersey and New York instead—who were watching the Martians come down, witnessing the destruction, talking like everyday people. In that manner, it was very convincing. I remember being glued to my radio, even appreciating all the changes they had made.”

Marty’s expression turns thoughtful. He can see the gears turning in the boy's head, but what he could possibly be thinking in the moment is a mystery. “So you weren’t afraid at all?”

Emmett chuckles. “No. And not just because I’d been listening the entire time and knew it was just a play. These newspaper articles”—he holds up the one Marty passed to him, indicating the clearly polarising title—“aren’t indicative of what actually happened.”

Marty pinches his brows together and Emmett continues. “For one, nobody, at least not that I saw in California, ever ran out of their houses screaming. It was only ever in the newspapers that that happened. I doubt most people even tuned into the radio show—back then, science fiction wasn’t widely popular amongst people yet, not like it is nowadays—and one look outside would have told people immediately that this was not real. Besides, the Mercury Theatre was scheduled to be performing War of the Worlds at that time; it wasn’t a secret.”

Marty’s expression falls slightly and Emmett finds himself wishing the reality of it could have been far more interesting to match up with the stories perpetuated in the news. He passes the paper back to Marty.

“Then where’d all these stories come from? Do you think he expected this to happen?”

“I think that’s the million-dollar-question, isn’t it? Orson Welles was a very talented man of the theatre; I think he had a vision in mind with that play and he knew exactly what he was doing. However, I believe he didn’t expect the media to use his performance as a stepping-stone the way they did.” Or, maybe, he expected exactly that.

They may never know the truth.

“But if I had to guess, it was the newspapers' way of trying to stay relevant. Around that time, most people owned radios and it became the primary source of news and entertainment. Newspapers were starting to become a medium of the past. Not unlike now, how video is replacing radio as the prime source of media entertainment.”

“Video killed the radio star!” Suddenly, Marty stuffs the paper back into his bag and hops off the couch, startling Emmett. “Not gonna lie, Doc, I was hoping you’d have some crazy story to tell about the panic, but I think you’ve given me exactly what I was looking for!”

In his haste, Marty nearly trips over the couch as he tries to vault it, searching for the quickest way to the door.

“Oh, Doc! Do you mind if I use you as one of my sources for this paper?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

[sulfuric-nest]

Soundwave’s Tango

Happy Valentine’s Day to THE Robot Husband