#Look at Verne !

[dimme-danger-little-stranger]

Verne's new cyberware is here, thanks to the amazing @elvenbeard who made an incredible work on it ! :D I've wanted to give Verne a significative upgrade for a while now ^^ And if you want to see a bloody version of this artwork, it's below !

Verne's hot like this, isn't it ? >:3c

[beepbeepinthecorner]

Warning: old as f*ck art incoming

I was just digging thru my old art for funzies and came across this old thing! With my recent drive back into Thrilling Intent I’d love to actually redraw this sometime. Still a cute piece! All i see are my mistakes but that’s just cuz I’m the one who drew it haha

[irlnorthshaw]

this ginger… spandex wearing twink… he will pay for his sins !!! (requested by anon)

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

VINCENT PRICE as Mr. Robur -

MASTER OF THE WORLD (1961)

[beatleswings]

[rpfshippingpolls]

⚠️ DON’T START DISCOURSE ABOUT RPF IN THE NOTES!! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED IF YOU DO SO ⚠️

Do you ship it?

Reason:

“it is always morally correct to take your favorite youtuber group and go "but what if they were polyam?" anyways in a qna video they did a while ago when asked why they made a group channel nick mentioned something about them having great chemistry, and that is true in both the platonic sense, and if you have some joy and whimsy in your heart, the romantic sense. they are so so fun together. also all the sex jokes and shit theyre constantly doing with eachother. also the chained together vid where sophist was like "holy shit is this what its like to be married to 3 people?" anyways i just think that they should all kiss. as a treat. also if you dont watch party crashers, you should.”

Mod reason: actually so correct. personally i think everybody should have a youtuber polyship for whimsy purposes <3

Submitted by @sussybaka42069

[beaulesbian]

monster trio underwater, beginning of the skypiea arc, ch 219,(with chapter 220 titled "a walk on the seafloor")

&

monster trio underwater, beginning of the fishman island arc, ch 605, (up to chapter 607 titled "30,000 feet under the sea")

[vernorexxia]

Thinking about how Sissel's mental age at the beginning and end of the game goes from 50-something tired man to smol teen boy. No wonder he was like 'Missle please be quiet for 5 minutes'

[god-syndicate-if]

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

Riley: Someone who sees them. Yes

Franco: Someone who won't try to hold him back. No

Verne: Someone who's persistent/doesn't give up easily. No

Mitch: Someone who's kind. No.

Sigourney: Someone who wont look down on her. No

Dame: Someone who's passionate. Yes

Rebel: Someone who's dangerously authentic. Yes.

[cheriboms]

doctober day 7: family

aka 3 brothers just hangin out ^_^

bonus (dedicated to all of the older siblings who got outgrown):

[coeurdeverre82]

[coquelicoq]

[bolts upright in the shower] i need to reorganize my bookshelves

[vernalloy]

You think “I’m going to write a bit of self-indulgent oc x canon :3” and then it’s two months coming on three with 7k words less than a third through finishing the first draft and I have seven scholarly articles on child abuse open tabs I am reading and rereading the psycho script and gritting my teeth in a horrid blend of pain and pleasure going “is this good or should I be hunted for sport” and I have 200 pictures of Anthony Perkins for emotional support

[kharonion]

𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵.

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — backyard cookout.

JULY 4, 1986

“Jesus, the whole block is out there.”

Marty can’t stop looking out of the window, watching distantly as every single resident of Lyon Estates seems to be staking claims on their backyard. The people, the tables, hell, even the food, are all plastered in stars and stripes. His dad is welcoming everybody with a handshake, a clap on the shoulder, and a smile, like there’s a paparazzi hiding in the rose bush. His mom is chatting up Mrs. Wilson from across the street like they’re old pals, which is hilarious considering they were this close to shanking each other with the free, shitty mini candy canes at his dad’s company Christmas party two years ago. 

“Of course it is. It’s the same every year,” Dave returns, balancing vats of macaroni salad and potato salad as he works his way out the door, dressed in Sperrys, red shorts, and a navy polo shirt. 

What if I died, Marty briefly wonders, what if I died in the thunderstorm in 1955 and God screwed up and stuck me in yuppie heaven? What the hell did I do to deserve that?

“Aren’t you ready yet?” Dave promptly derails his train of thought. “Mom and Dad are insisting on taking family photos again this year. I tried telling ‘em I’m twenty-three and way too old for that shit, but–” 

“Dave, shut up,” Linda interrupts dryly, carefully carrying a bowl of punch so as not to spill it down her sleeveless blue and white dress. Marty spares a glance toward the red polo shirt and white shorts that are laid out for him. Matching outfits, Jesus Christ. “Marty, he’s right. Go get your stuff on.” 

“Uh, actually…” Marty rubs the back of his neck. “Actually, guys, I think I’m gonna sit this one out. I-I mean, there’s plenty of people out there already, and–”

“Sit it out!” Dave interjects. “Marty, what’s gotten into you lately? You love this!”  

“... I do?” 

It’s only at Marty’s look of genuine confusion that Dave’s face turns from indignant annoyance to deep concern, making lines in his forehead he’s way too young to have. 

“Quit being a dweeb,” Linda, halfway to the door, gives her brothers a glance over her shoulder. “Go get changed. I’m not bringing all this out by myself.” 

Searching his kid brother’s face one more time, Dave follows his sister out the door. 

When he’s actually outside and sitting on the front steps, watching the kids waving sparklers and running around the yard, Marty realizes he can’t feel his hands. 

It doesn’t freak him out now, but back when it first started happening, his breath would freeze in his throat, his heart trying to make a break for it out of his chest as he made sure that he wasn’t being erased from existence. Now, it’s just one of those things. Maybe he’ll ask somebody about it, but he doesn’t want any more people looking at him the way Dave just did.

Shrieking and talking and sizzling bounce all around him, but it sounds like it's coming from a radio in the other room. Maybe somebody left the TV on again. Maybe–

“Marty?” 

He blinks. Worried brown eyes look back at him and there’s a hand on his cheek he almost– almost– shrinks back from. 

“Jennifer?” he breathes. “The hell are you doin’ here? Your parents… your parents go to Montara for the Fourth. Right?” 

“Yeah, but for the last couple years I’ve stayed in town with you,” she responds. “Remember?” 

“I…” 

“Come on,” Jennifer encourages, gently taking his hands and pulling him up. She lets go of one hand but tightly holds onto the other. “It’s a little crowded for me.”

“Yeah,” Marty agrees, squeezing her hand back, smiling despite the pricking behind his eyes and the lump in his throat. “Yeah, me too.” 

Even if everything else is a shit show, at least two things have stayed the same; one, he doesn’t deserve Jennifer Parker, and two, he’s crazy about her. 

She leads him back inside where she’s put her roller skates and helmet by his skateboard, propped up against the front door. Once they’re geared up, they skate off hand in hand down the streets of Hill Valley. 

The sound of Einstein’s barking and Jules and Verne laughing greet them. The boys are chasing the dog around– mostly through the elaborate automatic sprinkler system Marty had helped Doc had set up earlier in the summer– while Doc fusses over the grill and Clara sets the patio table.

“Hey,” Marty tentatively tries, leaning his skateboard up against the side of the house as Jennifer undoes her skates, “Room for two more?”

“Marty!” Doc exclaims, immediately abandoning his post and sweeping the boy into his arms, an embrace which is gratefully and tightly returned. “Jennifer!” Marty moves over and Doc extends his arm to accommodate her, and she eagerly joins the hug. “You made it!” 

“Marty’s here, Marty’s here!” Verne whoops, pumping his fists in the air victoriously. 

“Hello Martin! Hello Jennifer!” Jules chirps, waving with both hands. 

“Emmett, the hamburgers!” Clara calls to him, laughing, as Doc lets out a theatrical gasp and races back to the now slightly smoldering patties. 

Clara joins the two teenagers, wrapping a maternal arm around them both. 

“I’m so glad you could join us,” she says warmly, “We were hoping you would. I know it’s not anywhere near what your family puts on, Marty, but–”

“No, Clara, it’s great,” Marty reassures, leaning into her touch. “It’s all great.”