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[leftboob-enthusiast]

“you don’t need to be stressed!” okay but consider this: I am

[clarkent]

me @ 10

me @ 30

[woosh-floosh-art]

Situation that happened in class this semester that was so funny I immediately sketched it out in my notes

[stuffman]

People have written a lot of touchy-feely pieces on this subject but I thought I’d get right to the heart of the matter

[sqbr]

[The artist, putting a simple cake next to a much fancier one: “Aw man, that guy’s cake is way better than mine.” The Audience, gleefully holding up a knife and fork “HOLY SHIT! TWO CAKES!”]

[elvencantation]

additions from the og artist (credit)

[scientia-rex]

“Holy shit two cakes,” I mutter to myself as I do fucking anything these days, this post was a godsend

[wolfythewitch]

furthest we've ever been

[sacred-portal]

[dct239394cvvd098dffgggp]

its so much and its dishonest work

[illumineeti]

employment

[cherubheartz]

favorite phenomenon

[finnglas]

when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they weren’t really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)

anyway i wanted a memento of my first pride, you know, and this one vendor was selling keyrings, and i liked it, so i bought one. do you remember those italian charm bracelets that were all the rage like 10-15 years ago? it was a keychain like that, and it had a rainbow rooster, a rainbow cat, and then just a rainbow, and so I bought it.

i run into my mom a couple of vendors over and she goes oh you bought something? what’d you get? so i showed her, and i was like, “I’m not sure why it’s a rooster and a cat. Seems kind of random. But I liked the rainbows.”

and my mom, who was some form of minister’s wife for most of my childhood and teenagerhood, stares at me like she thinks i’m joking.

“What?” i say.

“…it’s a cock and a pussy, Jules,” she says flatly, and that is the story of how i died at the age of 24 while attending my first pride festival.

[finnglas]

I love how every June this one gets dug up and passed around again, lmao.

[finnglas]

oh no is this what we’re doing now

[finnglas]

…relic…

*crumbles and blows away on the wind*

[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

[bubbiegummie]

i kind of don’t like this at all rendering is hard i gave up ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 but i felt compelled to draw that one scene from @fourth-dimensional-thinker’s beautiful fic snippet GOD IM SO NORMAL

i’m gonna really lock in on studies so i can provide more art for you guys trust me

[fourth-dimensional-thinker]

Untitled Martymania fic has now reached 10k words. Here's another snippet:

“Whoa!” Verne exclaimed, “you have an earring!” McFly flinched at the sudden attention, but relaxed once he realized the reaction was positive. He smiled at the boy. “More than one,” he said, tucking the loose strands of hair behind his ear to display three silver piercings. Across the table, Martin’s jaw dropped. “Cool.” Verne knelt up on his seat to get a better look. “When did you get them?” “Over the years when I was abroad.” McFly pointed to a small hoop, “I got this one in Wales—” then, to a lightning bolt in his upper lobe, “—this one in England—” and, finally, to a cuff around the helix of his ear, “—and this was from Switzerland.”

[fourth-dimensional-thinker]

A surprise little snippet from the prologue of Untitled Martymania fic in honor of me reaching a 5k word count:

“Hey, Doc,” he said, randomly playing with some left out junk, “do you ever think about the other you’s out there?” “You’ll have to be more specific, Marty.” “Like, do the other versions of ourselves even exist anymore? If they’re erased from existence when the timeline changes, are they gone forever?” “Perhaps not entirely. Those alternate timelines may not be reality here, but they may exist elsewhere. There could be a universe, existing parallel to ours, where I fell in love with Edna Strickland and turned Hill Valley into a totalitarian state from causes that weren’t from your intervention in the past. Perhaps, in this hypothetical timeline, a butterfly in 1931 flapped its wings in a different direction, leading to a chain of events that fated our paths to cross when they originally didn’t in this timeline. Then, those alternate versions of you and I would exist there. Granted, it wouldn’t be completely identical to the timeline you encountered, given the slight discrepancies, but I’d imagine the differences would be negligible.”  “So, you’re saying it’s possible that those other me’s are alive somewhere else?” “If you believe there are infinitely many universes, anything is possible.”

[fourth-dimensional-thinker]

Does anyone want a no-context snippet from a Marty Mania fic I'll probably never finish?

(AU by @bubbiegummie)

“So, here’s the guest room, which, uh, I guess has sort of become my room,” Marty said. 

He gestured to a made bed in the corner. Then to the inflatable mattress on the carpet. 

His counterparts, McFly—I don’t give a shit if my step-father forced my mom to change it; McFly is our real family name—and Martin—I haven’t gone by Marty since I was five-years-old; it’s a childish nickname—stared at the room. They both looked unimpressed. 

“I’m taking the bed,” Martin decided. 

“Fine.”

Marty led them to the dresser. On top was a crate of vinyl records and a record player. 

“I have a lot of spare clothes in here. Uh, you guys can borrow some pajamas for the night. Don’t touch my music.”

“I would never; it’s contraband,” Martin assured.

“And your taste is lame,” McFly added, eyeing the titles. 

Marty groaned.

His current situation was stressful enough already. Their realities were on the verge of folding and collapsing into each other like a shaky house of cards. Doc was still working on finding a way to stabilize all three timelines before they reached the estimated point-of-no-return. After the critical period passed, the best he could do was ensure that his and Marty’s reality wasn’t the one that would be overwritten.

Understandably, Martin and McFly were not thrilled with the possibility that their realities, the worlds they knew and lived in, could be erased from existence and re-written by the rules of Marty’s. It was a heavy thing for all of them to deal with, but his other selves seemed to have no interest in trying to make coping with it easier. Those two had endless complaints about everything in his life. And if they were in the same room for much longer, they’d probably start throwing punches.

Wrapping up the end of the quick house tour, Marty told them, “Bathroom’s at the end of the hall. I’ll get you guys some toothbrushes—”

“I already have one with me,” Martin interrupted, patting his satchel.

“Huh?”

“I always bring a spare with me,” he explained easily. Then, he raised a critical eyebrow at Marty. “Do you not brush your teeth after going out to lunch?”

“Uh, no...”

Martin huffed, “Of course you don’t.”

“Right, uh, I’ll just get you a toothbrush,” Marty amended, addressing his 1985A counterpart. “And then you guys should have everything for the night.” He stepped out of the guest room. “I’ll be on the couch downstairs if you need me. If you need Doc, he and Clara are in the room next to the stairs. Oh, and if you get up at night, be quiet; Jules and Verne are in the room next to yours, and Jules gets really cranky if he doesn’t sleep enough.”

“Noted.”

“Doc will have something figured out by morning, and everything’ll probably be fine.” Marty rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, not truly convinced by his own words either. “But, uh, for now, can we knock it off with complaining for a while? It’s driving me nuts.” 

“Our lives are in danger of being merged into yours,” Martin said sharply. “Seeing as this—” he hissed, gesturing openly to the house, “—may be my new life, I think it’s perfectly within my rights to complain about it.”

McFly just glowered.

“Fine,” Marty conceded, tired, “then let’s just try not to beat the crap out of each other.”

Martin nodded.

With final, “good night”, Marty left his counterparts upstairs. Once he was certain that the other two wouldn’t need to come downstairs, he quickly went to the living room to let Einstein out of his kennel. The sheepdog had spent most of the day either stuck in a closed room or in the carrier. Martin was deathly afraid of him after their first meeting. Einstein, only understanding that one of his favorite humans had somehow tripled and—more importantly—was in distress, had rushed to protect them. But Einie’s desire to comfort didn’t pair well with Martin’s cynophobia. He was visibly nervous at the dog’s appearance and screamed when Einstein licked his hand. Marty’s 1986G counterpart wouldn’t calm down unless Einstein was physically removed from the room.

But with Martin not around, Marty let Einstein free. He gave the sheepdog extra scratches as an apology for keeping him locked up. After he set up the couch for bed, Marty let Einstein lay on top of him like a second blanket.

Sleep didn’t come to Marty easily. His thoughts kept wandering back to his alternate selves, hoping they didn’t kill each other overnight.

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Martin was the first to use the bathroom after Marty left them. He dressed himself in a pair of dark sweatpants and Marty’s blue “class of ‘86” hoodie. The young man was in the middle of flossing his teeth when McFly pounded on the door.

“What's taking so long? Did you die in there?”

“You can come in,” Martin grumbled.

McFly nudged the door open with his shoulder and entered. He was wearing a gray t-shirt and black shorts. A new toothbrush was in his fist. Martin shuffled over to give him space at the sink.

For a moment, the two of them stood shoulder-to-shoulder, looking at their reflections in the mirror.

To a stranger, their differences were practically non-existent, they were basically twins.

But to the pair, the contrast was like night and day. Knowing their faces, living in their own separate bodies for more than eighteen years, they were familiar with every little fine detail in their looks. Their distinguishing features may only be marginally different, but they could both easily see the distinctions.

Martin’s skin was paler and always carried a faint scent of hand soap. His nails were clean and short. His fingers had no calluses and their dexterity were apt for typing—not playing a guitar. His hair was cut neatly. It was a bit fluffy, but mostly tame. He had light red marks on the bridge of his nose from where his glasses had been sitting all day.

McFly’s face was littered with tiny healed cuts. His nose was slightly crooked, never fully aligned again after getting broken in a particularly intense fight with his stepfather. His hair was longer and it was messy. The odors of smoke and ash clung to the fabrics of his clothes. There was grime underneath his nails. His arms had a rainbow of different colors, the blues and purples and yellow-greens of bruises and the reds and pinks of fresh cuts. His hands rested as fists instead of resting loosely by his side.

They looked so alike and, yet, were so different. The same individual, shaped by a life of unique forces out of their control. A glimmering of understanding passed between them.

The moment passed as quickly as it came. Once McFly finished brushing his teeth, their bickering resumed.

“You are not done yet. That was barely thirty seconds,” Martin scolded. “And clean the sink when you’re finished.”

McFly did neither of those things. Instead, he flipped off his counterpart and he stomped back to the guest room.

When Martin returned to the room, he found McFly lounging on the air mattress, considering the ceiling. His jacket was draped over his pillow and his head rested on top of the black leather.

“Do you think First Cit—? Do you think Doctor Brown will have our timelines fixed before tomorrow night?”

“Probably not,” McFly grunted.

“I think th—”

“But I don’t care.”

“What?”

“I don’t care,” he repeated. “My Hill Valley is a complete shithole. If everyone there had their lives re-written to be like the ones people had here, it’d be an improvement for a lot of them.”

“Well, my Hill Valley is not some—some backwater suburbia. Decades of work towards building the perfect society is going to be wasted. I can’t believe you’re fine with all of this.”

“You’re really not a fan of getting re-written, huh?”

Martin sighed. “You don’t understand how far behind this world is to mine.”

“Enlighten me, genius.”

“First of all, this place is filthy,” Martin began, counting everything on his fingers. “There’s garbage on the streets, no protective coating on buildings—all the graffiti here is basically permanent, everyone still drives cars, there’s only one type of recycling, and there’s no community service system to maintain town cleanliness and ensure citizens are responsible for their civic duties.” 

Martin took a deep breath.

“And the number of corruptive materials that are legal to possess here is absurd,” he continued, “I’ve seen people with alcohol, cigarettes, chewing tobacco, bubblegum, pot—”

“Wait a minute, wait a minute, hold on,” McFly said, putting a finger up. “Did I hear that right? Is bubblegum illegal in your town?”

“Of course, it’s—”

“You’re kidding!”

“—prohibited, and so are circus peanuts, and dogs, and—”

“Christ,” McFly laughed, “you’re from the most rigid, uptight place I’ve ever heard of. Why the hell do you want to go back there?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your Hill Valley sucks. What do you guys do for fun? Watch paint dry?”

Martin rolled his eyes. “I shouldn’t have expected you to understand. Just know this: my town’s citizens are good people. We have one of the lowest crime rates in the entire country—I know you can’t say the same. Our town is a model society, and I can't, in good conscience, stand by and let all of it disappear.” He gave McFly a stern look. “So, if you’re not going to help to prevent our timelines from merging into this one, then don’t get in my way when I try to stop it.”

McFly squinted at him. “What makes you think you can fix all of this if that old man can’t?”

“Believe me, I have the highest faith in Doctor Brown, even if he’s...different from First Citizen Brown. But we’re more likely to succeed if I assist him. I've been training for a position like this my entire life, and it helps that I’m an honors student, too.”

“God, you're such a nerd.”

Martin stepped over to the air mattress to look down at his other self. “At least I have a future,” he said coldly.

The light in McFly’s eyes vanished. He rolled over on the air mattress, turning his back towards Martin.

“How ‘bout we both shut up and try to sleep so I don’t punch you in the face?”

“Fine by me,” Martin said, returning to his own bed.

“Good.”

Martin picked up his satchel from where it was placed by the folded pile of his old clothes. He started to empty it, neatly stacking its contents on the nightstand. Out came his pens and pencils, his notebooks, his calculator, a packet of algae cakes he was saving for later, his citizen ID, and—what he had been looking for—a sleek black digital watch.

Putting his glasses back on, Martin began to methodically press buttons on the side of the watch. A sharp little beep emitted with each careful click. The silence of the room was broken by a dragging rhythm of electronic tones.

McFly slowly rolled over. “If you don’t shut that thing off…”

Martin sighed. “This thing is a Citizen Plus wristwatch.”

“And?”

“And it’s a revolutionary piece of technology—” another beep, “—this watch is going to change everything.”

“I bet it will,” McFly drawled.

“Your bet is correct—not that it’s moral to gamble.” After a satisfying chirp finally came from the watch, a little triumphant smile formed on Martin’s face. It quickly fell as he turned towards his counterpart. “Here, take a look,” he said, holding it out. “You should try it on.”

[bubbiegummie]

docs and marties

sorry i've been away i love being busy (extremely loud incorrect buzzer) but IM BACK with more martymania stuff!!!!!!

i wanted to doodle a quick a ref sheet mostly for myself but i thought i'd share here as well! if you'd indulge me, i have some headcanons/backstory about the individual duos i'd like to share under the cut…………………………. :3 i'll also put them individually there! <3

the mona lisa and his best friend the mona lisa 2 in their pure of heart original form…… sighs………

i don't actually know what i could say here that wouldn't be already known knowledge…. erm… i'd like to think this au takes place directly after telltale keeping to that true bttf style of just being back to back nonsense. that bit with all the older marties at the end of the game? oh yeah baby. that's this. specifically the last one who gets mad at the other two for "altering his timeline one too many times" i'd say is either bad-end trilogy marty (doc never comes back for telltale and marty dedicates his life to trying to find him) or 1985A turned 2015a marty just from his grungy attire. that's all i got. maybe i'll think of more? but yeah. the duo of all time i love them so much

coughs into the microphone

now we're getting to the good stuff. 1985a. hell valley. ooh BABY

so for doc in this design i wanted to mesh his regular 1985/1955 attire to really drive in that "this is lone pine doc that KNOWS something has gone wrong" kind of feel. god that makes me cry real tears…..

i'd like to imagine his estate fire still happens; he still tries to make the delorean but is way too late. i'd also like to believe biff put him in the mad-house because he is probably the only wide-eyed scientist in the town and doc is probably very HEY GUYS SOMETHINGS WRONG. SOMETHINGS GONE VERY VERY WRONG. I SWEAR. GUYS. (shoutout to @hymntoody for bringing this idea up i cried about it for like 7 hours it was so beautiful you're so right /pos)

you'll notice his 1955 jacket wrapped around his waist all burnt up from the fire, and his undershirt is the 55 one. i think this doc would hold on to those items/other 1955 things to "prove" to himself that he KNOWS something's wrong. all those years of nobody believing you would probably mess your head up a little. he also still keeps marty's letter on him at all times. i'd like to say in the event bttf2 doesn't happen he breaks out of the mad house sometime after october 26th and brute-forces trying to find marty and get his help to make everything right. cue a parallel between regular marty and citizen brown but 1985A doc and 1985A marty. oh my heart.

the saddest part about these two i don't think they'd ever meet. doc probably tries. he tries his best. after marty never shows up to his workshop he goes and tries to find him himself. but for obvious reasons he's never been able to get a hold of the poor kid and then whoops in the mad house you go old man

perhaps in a timeline where bttf2 just doesn't happen / marty fails doc breaks out and teams up with his marty to make things right or if you wanna be angsty get revenge

okay you thought 1985a was long hold onto ur flux capacitors

so a bit of background first! citizen marty/evil martin as i like to call him originally came from an AU idea where doc is the one who makes it to citizen valley and has to enlist citizen marty's help in getting home. the reason i call him evil marty is not just because he is regular marty's direct opposite but i think those traits are taken to the absolute EXTREME

we all know how devoted martin is to being recognized by citizen brown. i think he's very goal-oriented, cold and absolutely a perfectionist. (note: this is also why i think martin dropped the guitar. he wasn't good at it straight away. god. sorry. crying in the other room i'll be back) essentially turning marty's introverted nature and focus on his music into energy that is devoted into nothing but work. martin's version of citizen's brown motive to sabotage regular marty in setting everything right is his and citizen brown's success

like think about it. martin has accomplished so much at such a young age. imagine telling him that his true self is meant to be this slacker punky teenager who sits around playing guitar and hanging out with doc all day? that last part might sound nice, but what does marty have to rely on? that lack of control is what i think scares martin. martin has a future engraved in stone. marty's hasn't been written. (making myself cry AIUGH........) additionally doc's only """successful""" (i am sure he has had more) invention is the time machine and he's not that famous(?) ; all of regular doc's stories sound like headaches to deal with anyways

citizen brown from what i gathered from the games is only really vaguely familiar with martin. he does that whole monologue when marty walks in for the first time but he could have just gotten that off a paper or something who knows

again accounting for the fact marty doesn't come back and fix everything i think citizen and martin eventually meet. perhaps when martin's graduated from college. unfortunately i don't think they'd ever bond like doc and marty. it's strictly professional. i also think edna wouldn't like martin either. there's just something about him that doesn't sit right with her

anyways holy yap sorry about that...... uhm.... i'll write more later maybe...... if people want…. i have so many ideas for this au :3

[sprayedwithcrab]

that one moment in bttf2 you know the one

[bubbiegummie]

i have a great art request: what if somehow citizen Martin, 1985A Marty, and regular Marty all met? Can we have each of their opinions on the other two?

(idk how this’ll even happen, maybe doc was saving marty after the ending of the game or smth and screwed up HARDD leading to multiple Marties that he has to handle all at once lol)

THIS WAS SOO FUNNNNNN thank you for such an awesome ask!

1895A marty design by @chainsaw-headache !

closeups under the cut :)