#I was gonna do it as marty mcfly a while back

[jimmyandthegiraffes]

I was thinking of introducing some lil sketches to @kuifjee just bc I’m so often at work and work on my cosplay keeps getting held up by silly little obstacles*. But also I realised recently that there was already a tintin askblog that did that and I mean obvs there can be more than one and everyone has different takes on characters but I also don’t wanna step on anyone’s toes

[sporesmoldandfungi]

roll with me - marty mcfly x reader

A/N : yes i know my tumblr is mainly ghostbusters related things but im in a bttf phase rn and there's not enough marty mcfly works. i will probably make this a series until i run out of gas lol. ignore any grammar and spelling errors, i typed this at two am last night :))))) enjoy!!

"God damn it, McFly..." she muttered under her breath, seeing her grandfather's house in a complete mess. It looked like a tornado had flown through the already messy and cluttered home. Walking over pieces of broken metal and random items cluttering the floor, she reached the workbench. On top of it, lay a note in messy handwriting.

Sorry about the mess, I couldn't resist trying the new amp. Promise I'll come by sometime to make it up to you. See you tonight.

-Marty

She crumpled the note and threw it over her shoulder to join the rest of the mess. She couldn't for the life of her understand why her grandfather, a brilliant albeit cooky scientist, chose to keep Marty McFly as company.

Sure, he was funny, kind, sometimes charming, and was nothing but good to Doc, but Y/N still didn't understand what he saw in Marty. He wasn't as smart as her. He was careless. He didn't even have a real interest in science. The better question would be, why did Marty McFly hang around Doc Brown?

Their relationship often crossed her mind, seeing as she often had to fight Marty for her grandfather's attention, and it was also downright strange. Nevertheless, she had to get used to Marty, it was obvious he wasn't going anywhere.

Y/N tinkered on the leftover gadgets Doc had entrusted her with to finish while he was gone. She looked at the many clocks that littered the walls.

4:25

"Four o'clock. Okay, Brown, you've got..." She stopped to look at her wristwatch. "About nine hours to get this place back together for Pop."

She picked up the broom and began sweeping up piles of the broken amplifier. As she cleaned the destroyed living room, her thoughts kept going back to Marty. For all the good qualities he had, he sure was selfish. 'I'll make it up to you sometime.' my ass.

It took her until nightfall to finish cleaning the house, including the rotting dog food her grandfather left in Einstein's bowl. She made herself a quick meal and plopped in front of the TV, catching the last few stories from the ten o'clock news.

She eventually dozed off, the TV still playing in the background. Just before she was about to drift into a deep sleep, she heard the backdoor creak open then close quietly. She opened up one eye to see Marty tiptoeing through the room.

"Hey, McFly." Y/N said, yawning and sitting up.

He jumped at the sound of her voice, turning around to see her rubbing her eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand awkwardly. "Hey, Y/N. You picked up the place pretty quickly."

She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, thanks for that mess by the way, it was a great way to start my weekend. What are you doing here anyways? I thought I was meeting you at the Twin Pines Mall?"

"Doc asked me to pick up the camera on my way there. Probably a good thing I stopped by, from the looks of it, you were about to go into a coma." He smirked.

"Shut up." She muttered.

As Marty looked for the camera, she threw her acid wash jacket on and began lacing up her high tops. By the time she started grabbing her scooter from the spare closet, he had found the camera and was carrying it triumphantly.

He slung it around his shoulder, following Y/N out the door. She mounted the scooter, waiting for Marty to grab his skateboard. He looked her up and down and chuckled.

She frowned, "What's so funny, McFly?"

"When are you finally gonna let me teach you to ride in style, Y/N? You look like a kindergartener on that thing."

"You talk a big game. Are you forgetting I beat you almost every time we race?" She smirked.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He mocked. Marty got situated, ready to take off. "Come on, Y/N, no more kid stuff or we're gonna be late."

She smirked, "What's wrong McFly? Chicken?"

She saw him freeze and turn around slowly. "What did you call me?"

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, keeping the scooter upright by balancing it between her knees. "You heard me."

Marty approached her angrily, waving a finger in her face. "No one calls me chicken, Brown, nobody."

Their noses were almost touching as he stared down at her. She looked up at him, internally flustered, externally smug. "We'll see about that."

In a flash, she took off towards the mall, leaving Marty speechless in the dust. He quickly got back on his skateboard, hurrying to catch up with her. Marty could see Y/N's head thrown back, laughing to herself as she rode ahead. Although he was pissed, he couldn't help but smile to himself at the sight of her. He had been trying for as long as he knew her, to be her friend. While her grandfather, Doc Brown, was one of the friendliest people he had ever met, his granddaughter, Y/N was as stubborn as a mule. She never flashed her charming smile his way unless it was at his expense. They had a lot in common. Their uncommon modes of transportation, their love of rock n' roll, their love of Doc. Yet, there she stood, relishing in his humility.

They continued the race all the way up to the mall. Although Marty had tried to catch up, the head start Y/N got proved to be just enough for her to win. He kicked up the skateboard, sticking it under his armpit and jogging towards Doc and Y/N, who was already talking excitedly with him.

Doc heard the footsteps and turned to face him, his face lighting up at the sight of the boy. "Marty! You made it! Did you bring the camera?"

Marty checked to see if it was still slung around his shoulder, it was. "Yeah, yeah. Where have you been the past week, Doc?"

"I've been working on something big, Marty, something very big. I've been waiting thirty years for this day." Doc said, walking around the large truck parked beside them. Y/N and Marty followed behind, seeing Einstein as they turned the corner. They both pet him as they continued to follow Doc. The three of them stopped in front of the parked DeLorean.

Doc and Y/N smiled at the sight of it, while Marty looked confused. "A DeLorean?"

"All of your questions will be answered soon, Marty. Roll the tape. Y/N, make sure he's getting all of this." Doc instructed, standing by the DeLorean.

They both nodded. Marty held up the camera, beginning to record while Y/N watched.

Doc cleared his throat before speaking. "Good evening. I'm Dr. Emmett Brown. I'm standing on the parking lot at Twin Pines Mall. It's Saturday morning, October 26, 1985, 1:18 a.m., and this is temporal experiment number one." He paused for a moment, then turned his attention to Einstein. "Come on, Einie. Hey, hey, boy, get in there."

Doc opened the door to the driver's seat, helping the dog into the front seat. "That a boy! In you go. Sit down. Put your seat belt on. That's it." He instructed, getting the obedient dog situated.

The confusion on Marty's face grew as he looked on. Doc leaned down to hold up his watch as well as the one hanging around Einstein's neck. Doc held it up towards the camera. Y/N nudged Marty, motioning for him to zoom in on the clocks.

"Please note that Einstein's clock is in precise synchronization with my control watch." Doc put the watches down and double checked that Marty was getting all of this.

Marty gave him a thumbs up and Doc began closing the door, then joining the two in front of the car. He pulled out a remote control from his pocket and began pushing the joysticks forward. Marty looked at it and asked, "You got that thing hooked up to the car?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, "No shit, Sherlock."

The DeLorean began to rumble with the sound of the engine. Marty was still focused on the remote.

Doc smiled, pushing the joysticks forward, "Watch this." The DeLorean began to move, but Marty was still distracted. Y/N rolled her eyes again and grabbed the camera, moving it to focus on the car. The DeLorean turned sharply and lined up in front of the three, albeit from all the way across the lot. Doc looked at the two teens, smirking. "If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you're gonna see some serious shit."

The tires screeched loudly before accelerating quickly towards the group. As the car got closer, Marty tried moving away before the car reached them, Doc and Y/N both pulled him back. He looked at the two, seeing that they both had the same crazy, wild-eyed expression on their faces. His attention was quickly drawn back to the fast-approaching car. Just as the car was about to hit them, a bright light flashed and the car disappeared, leaving only behind two trails of fires where the wheels would be. The three of them turned around, looking at the empty lot behind them. Doc and Y/N began cheering, jumping up and down and running in circles. Marty, still confused, stared on.

He heard the two talking to each other, breaking his prior concentration. He quickly approached them, "Jesus Christ, Doc! You disintegrated Einstein!"

Doc turned to the confused and frightened teen. "Calm down, Marty. I didn't disintegrate anything. The molecular structure of the car and Einstein are completely intact!"

"Then where the hell are they!?" He screamed, pacing.

"Not where, McFly, when." Y/N smirked.

"You see, Einstein has just become the world's first time traveler. I sent him into the future. One minute into the future, to be exact. At precisely 1:21 a.m. and zero seconds, we shall catch up with him and the time machine." Doc explained, the joy still spread on his face.

"Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Doc. Are you trying to tell me that you built a time machine out of a DeLorean?" Marty asked, not believing what he was hearing.

"The way I see it, if you're going to build a time machine into a car, why not do it with some style? Besides, the stainless-steel construction made the flux dispersal..." Doc started, but the beeping of his watch interrupted him. He quickly grabbed Marty, "Watch out!"

Marty instinctively grabbed ahold of Y/N pulling her away along with him, just as the DeLorean came speeding back into the parking lot. The car was covered in ice, steam protruding off of it. As Doc ran to the car, ready to open the door, Mary and Y/N stood back. They both looked down at their interlaced fingers and blushed. Y/N was the first to let go, shaking her hand slightly as she walked towards Doc and the car.

After seeing that Einstein was okay and intact, Marty finished filming the last bits of the dog's short journey through time, how the machine worked, and Doc reliving the day he first came up with the idea of time travel before Doc ushered him and Y/N away to put on radiation suits. They entered the large van and began suiting up. The air was thick with a tension that was unknown to either one of them. Marty was the first to attempt to break the silence.

"So, uh, you knew about this time travel thing, and you didn't tell me?"

She scoffed, "Why would I tell you, McFly?"

He zipped up the suit, walking over to her. "You can't just ignore it, Y/N."

She was looking down, putting her legs into the suit. "Ignore what?"

"Me. Us."

She looked up, seeing the seriousness in his face. "What do you mean us?"

"You mean to tell me you didn't feel what I felt back there?" he asked.

She stood up, sliding the rest of the suit on. "Excitement? I mean who wouldn't be when they witnessed time travel? It's not something you see every day, McFly."

"Goddamn it, Y/N. I'm being serious." Marty said, running his hand through his hair.

"So am I, you aren't very direct when you speak." She said, beginning to walk away.

He groaned and grabbed her by the waist pulling her close to him. Her eyes widened and she looked up at him with the same doe-eyed expression that she had when their hands were intertwined. Still holding her to his chest, he took one hand and pointed at her face. "That, that face. It tells me that you feel the same way I do whenever we touch."

She let herself be held by him, before snapping back into reality and pushing herself off. She walked towards the door, opening it. "Come on, Doc's probably wondering what's taking so long."

Marty watched as she left, thinking to himself, "Why does she have to be so goddamn stubborn?"

He joined them outside, listening to the tail end of their conversation. "... so, I took their Plutonium, and I gave them a shoddy bomb casing full of used pinball machine parts!"

"Pop... that's really dangerous, are you sure it's under control?" Y/N asked, concern lacing her face.

Doc waved off her words, "Never mind that, Marty, get that camera ready. Y/N, grab my luggage from the truck and bring it here. " The teens followed Doc's instructions as he took his seat in the driver's seat. Y/N finally joined Marty's side, who was already filming Doc.

"I, Dr. Emmett Brown, am about to embark on an historic journey." Doc began but stopped and chuckled to himself. "What am I thinking of? I almost forgot to bring extra plutonium. How did I ever expect to get back? One pellet, one trip. I must be out of my mind." He stood up, walking over to his equipment, but stopped when he heard Einstein barking. Doc walked over to the barking creature, "What is it Einie?" His face then drained of all color, and he looked on in horror.

Marty and Y/N shared a worried glance before joining him at his side.

Doc began to speak, still looking ahead in horror. "They found me, I don't know how, but they found me."

Marty and Y/N followed his stare and saw a small, green van suddenly turn its headlights on as it drove towards them. Einstein quickly ran into the safety of Doc's equipment van. The three of them could make out the figure of a man standing out of the sunroof. Doc turned to the two and quickly pushed them away.

"Run for it!" He cried.

Marty quickly grabbed Y/N's hand and ran back towards the DeLorean. She gripped his hand tightly as they looked at Doc as the headlight shone brighter and brighter on him. They watched as he raised his hands in surrender. The car screeched to a stop, and they saw the man in the sunroof aim a large gun at Doc. Y/N started to run towards her grandfather, but the man had already opened fire on Doc. She screamed and fell to her knees.

Marty stood behind her, tears filing his eyes. He screamed out, "No! You bastards!"

The man's attention was now on the mourning pair. Marty watched as the man began to aim his gun at Y/N's head as she crawled towards Doc's lifeless body. Marty ran forward, tackling her and moving her out of the way as bullets ricocheted off the pavement next to them. He shielded her body with his own. They both braced for the impact of the bullets but heard the gun clicking instead. Marty lifted his head to see the gunman struggling with the weapon. He quickly pulled Y/N up and led her toward the idle DeLorean. He threw open the passenger's door, practically tossing the mourning Y/N into the seat. He followed suit, hopping into the driver's seat. Marty quickly turned on the ignition and sped away from the men who from the looks of it, finally got their weapon back in working order.

The bullets were heard on either side of the vehicle, just barely missing it. Y/N screamed as Marty continued to drive as fast as he could. The Libyan's van grew closer and closer as Marty frantically tried to drive out of the mall's parking lot. The DeLorean shook as the Libyan's van hit the back bumper.

Marty looked down at the speedometer, "Let's see if you bastards can do 90."

Y/N's eyes widened, "No!"

He looked at her confused then back at the rapidly increasing speed. He watched as it climbed closer and closer to 90. "What's the problem? You want to end up like Doc? Or do you wanna get the hell out of here?"

"McFly, do you remember what happens when the car hits 88 miles an hour?" She asked, watching as the speedometer reached top speeds.

Marty's eyes widened in fear, realizing what was about to happen. Before he could step on the brakes, the car lit up with blinding, blue light. The light temporarily blinded both of them as the car went back to driving in complete darkness. As Marty's vision adjusted back to normal, his eyes widened as the DeLorean hit a pine tree.

"Look out!" Y/N shouted as they drove towards a lone barn in the distance.

Marty tried to get the car to turn, but it was too late, the DeLorean hurled through the side of the bar, crash-landing in a pile of hay. They both groaned at the impact. Marty began undoing his seatbelt, once free, he turned his attention to the girl next to him. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, her eyes not meeting his. She was fixated on something in front of them. Marty followed her gaze and saw a light coming from one of the barn doors. He turned to Y/N, "Stay here, I'm gonna check this out."

He opened the driver's door, bumping his head as he exited, making his radiation helmet fly over his head. From inside the helmet, he could make out the silhouettes of two adults and two children. He was also able to make out the sound of their frightened screams, no doubt afraid that Marty was an intruder. He raised his hands up in defense, trying to calm them down. As he stepped through the large hay pile towards the family, he saw one of the adults raise what looked like a shotgun up at him.

"Shit!" he cried, flinging himself back in the car.

As the figure fired the first shot, Marty had already driven back out of the barn and away from the family. He found a road and sharply turned on it, still speeding away.

"Okay, McFly. Get a grip on yourself, this is all a dream. It's just a very intense dream." Marty said to himself as he drove. He turned to face Y/N who looked as frantic and confused as he was. "This has to be a dream, right?"

Before she could respond, her eyes widened, and she quickly reached for the steering wheel. Marty looked ahead and saw the approaching vehicle she was trying to avoid. She turned it sharply, making them swerve to the side. Marty slammed on the brakes before they made an impact with the car. They were both panting, having just escaped death three times in five minutes.

Marty and Y/N both stepped out of the vehicle, approaching the black car in front of them. They walked to the driver's side window, seeing an older couple in the front seats. They both looked frightened at the sight of the two strangely dressed teens. Marty leaned his head down, to talk to the man driving.

"Hey, listen, you got to help us," Marty said to the man, but his wife was urging him to drive away. The old man took one glance at Marty and Y/N before hitting the gas and speeding away from them.

Marty groaned, walking back towards Y/N. She was leaning against the hood of the DeLorean, staring ahead. "Y/N?" he asked, trying to get her attention, but she continued to stare. He groaned again and placed his hands on her shoulders, slightly shaking her. "Y/N, you got to help out here. Where the hell are we?"

Y/N finally met his gaze. His eyes were wide and full of confusion. He had sweat forming in the base of his hair, starting to travel down the sides of his face. He looked at her with so much emotion, hoping she could somehow make this all go away. She gently removed his hands from her shoulder and spun him to face what she was looking at. She pointed ahead, "Does that give you a hint?"

Marty followed her finger to see the entrance to his neighborhood. Only there was no neighborhood, no houses, no streets. Just the two pieces of stone that read Lyon Estates. He looked to the side and saw a billboard advertising the neighborhood that was still not built. His eyes widened once more, realizing the gravity of their situation.

"It can't be." He whispered.

Y/N walked back towards the passenger seat, starting to take off her radiation suit. Marty stared ahead for only a moment before opening the driver's door. He sat down beside her, attempting to turn the car back on.

"Don't even bother." Y/N said, making Marty stop his actions and look at her. "It won't work. Remember what Doc said, it needs Plutonium to run. One pellet, one trip."

"So, are you trying to tell me we're stuck here? Wherever the hell this is." Marty asked.

She stood up, stepping out of the suit, tossing it in the car. She ignored his question, instead saying, "Come on, help me push it behind that billboard. We got to go into town, so I can figure out a way for us to get out of here."

Y/N slammed the door shut, making Marty jump. He quickly threw off his radiation suit and joined Y/N at the back of the car. They pushed it off the road and into the field, rolling it behind the large billboard for Lyon Estates. Y/N wiped her hands on her jeans before walking back onto the road, making Marty follow suit. They both began walking to where the black car had driven off. Neither of them said a word to each other, both too caught up in their thoughts to speak. Marty looked up to see a road sign that read,

Hill Valley: 2 Miles

"This is heavy."

[v-o-i-d-e-d]

I just recently saw Back To The Future again and I had an idea for a request!

Back To The Future

Marty McFly x Gn!Reader

Marty and Y/N decide to take the DeLorean to go back in time for a 70s horror movie fest for Halloween. Y/N thought they can handle the scary movies, but they get freaked out and Marty needs to comfort them.

hope you’re having a wonderful day!

Okay, so it's not a movie fest. But I do like this idea so I made something suuuper similar! I hope you like it and sorry for taking so long!

Warnings: none? I guess really small spoiler for Alien?

Word Count: 1876 (a little on the short side, I know)

Hold My Hand - Marty McFly x gn!reader

  “I don’t know, Marty, this doesn’t seem like a good idea.” (Y/N) said as they cast a wary look at the DeLorean.

         “Come on! It’ll be fun! What better way to watch Alien for the first time than to go to opening night!” Marty grabbed (Y/N)’s hands and pulled them closer. “And if you get scared, I’ll protect you.”

         (Y/N) rolled their eyes and lightly smacked Marty’s chest, “Don’t be a dork. Won’t Doc be mad when he finds out you’re joy-riding around in the DeLorean?”

“Nah, of course not. He gave me special permission,” the boy grinned and pulled the keys to the DeLorean out of his jacket pocket. (Y/N) narrowed their eyes as Marty dangled the keys in their face.

         “So, you stole them from his desk and he has no idea?”

         “Yeah.”

(Y/N) sighed, crossed their arms, and bit the inside of their cheek. they did not want a repeat of the Wild West, or 2015, or another repeat of 1955. That was the strangest week of their life and while they didn’t necessarily regret those adventures, they were understandably wary of another ride in the time machine. However, when their eyes met Marty’s they found their resolve weakening. their resignation must have shown on their face because Marty’s smile turned smug. 

“Fine, but if we end up causing some crazy paradox I have the right to say I told you so.”

Marty laughed and opened the passenger door for them, “Don’t sweat it. Nothing bad is gonna happen.”

(Y/N) and Marty hid the DeLorean on an access road just outside of town. During their walk toward the movie theater, they both noticed that not much was different there in 1979, after all, it was only a few years earlier. 

“You know, somewhere in this town, right now, y ou and I are probably hanging out together,” (Y/N) said. they sneaked a glance at their best friend who chuckled. 

“We’re probably complaining about how we can’t see this movie.”

Both teens laughed at that. “Yeah, if only 10-year-old me and 11-year-old you knew they’d only have to wait about 6 years!” They both continued to laugh at that idea. Amazed at where their lives have ended up. Marty watched (Y/N)’s face as they continued to smile. their bright eyes scanned the familiar street and their hand occasionally brushed his as they swung at their sides. (Y/N) caught him looking and lifted an eyebrow in question. 

“What?” 

“Nothing. Should we get snacks?” 

(Y/N) hummed, “I don’t know if we should spend a lot of 1985 money there. We’re already going to cause enough trouble using our money to get tickets. Spending any extra could cause an even bigger problem dontcha think?” 

Marty stuffed his hands in his pockets and shrugged, though he couldn’t keep the smug look off of his face. 

“Oh my god! Marty!” The girl lightly rapped their fist against their friend's shoulder a few times, “You stole Doc’s cash too?” (Y/N) could feel their cheeks grow warm as they thought about the consequences of stealing money from Doc. 

“I didn’t steal the money!” Marty defended himself both figuratively and literally as he blocked (Y/N) from hitting him anymore. “I asked Doc for the money. Told him I wanted it as a keepsake. Besides, even if I stole it he would have no idea. He’s off enjoying his life with Clara and the kids.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

“What? Do you not trust me, your best friend in the whole world?” Marty looked at his friend with the biggest most pitiful puppy eyes he could manage. Despite (Y/N) visible disapproval, they chose not to say any more about how Marty got the money. Instead, they changed the subject as their eyes left Marty’s to walk up to the ticket booth outside the movie theater. 

“Two tickets for the new Alien movie, please.” 

The guy in the booth couldn’t have been much older than (Y/N) and Marty, though of course, he was much older than them. His focus shifted from the cash register to (Y/N) and his eyes brightened. 

“Of course! I guess you’re a big horror fan?” The guy leaned slightly forward and made no move to grab the tickets (Y/N) had asked for. Marty rolled his eyes at him. 

“Yeah! I’ve been wanting to see this movie since-” (Y/N) paused for a moment after realizing they were in the past, “since it was first announced!” they beamed at their own smooth recovery. 

“Well, I’ll tell you what: how about a deal?” The boy, whose name tag told (Y/N) that he was named Michael, looked around to make sure no one was watching before looking deeply into (Y/N)’s eyes. They decided to play along and leaned forward onto their side of the counter. 

“What’s the deal?” 

“I can get you these tickets for free if you go on a date with me.”

Marty scoffed in disbelief. It’s as if I’m not standing right next to them! He thought to himself as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the cash for the tickets. Before (Y/N) could reply, Marty looped his finger into their belt loop and pulled them out of the way then slammed the cash on the counter. 

“C’mon, dude, keep the line movin’!” 

Marty was right. There was a line gathering behind them but that didn’t change how Michael grumbled to himself as he took the cash and handed Marty the tickets. With the tickets in hand, Marty gently led (Y/N) through the crowd by their belt loop. He mumbled under his breath as (Y/N) laughed. 

“Marty, I could have gotten those for free!” 

“Yeah, whatever.” 

(Y/N) continued to giggle to themselves even as their cheeks flushed. Was Marty jealous? 

If (Y/N) had said that they never looked at their best friend that way, they would be telling a lie. Truthfully they had had a crush on Marty since before they had become real friends so the thought of him being jealous over them made their stomach flutter a bit. The two got whatever snacks they required and made their way to the theater to take their seats. Finally settled in, (Y/N) rubbed their hands together and squeaked in excitement. they looked at Marty who was shaking his head at them and smiling. 

“You’re unbelievable.” 

“I’m excited!” 

Before Marty could respond, the lights began to dim and the two teens settled in and waited for the movie to start. 

Though they hated to admit it, The movie had barely begun and (Y/N) had already closed their eyes in fear several times. Any time they even suspected that a xenomorph was about to come on screen, they pushed themselves back into their chair and not-so-subtly covered their eyes with their candy box. Marty, who couldn’t help but glance over at them every few minutes, attempted to suppress his smile as the girl cowered. He leaned toward them so he could whisper in their ear, 

“Are you scared yet? I can’t tell.”

His comment earned him a flimsy smack on the back of his head and a quiet “Shut up, Marty.” He snickered at them as his eyes returned to the screen. 

Dallas was crawling through the vents while Ripley and the crew stood watch over the monitors, keeping a wary eye out for a second heat signature. Briefly, a second dot appeared on the screen heading toward Dallas. 

“Are you sure it’s not in there with you? Look around!” Ripley warned. Dallas denied visual on the creature and the second dot on the screen disappeared 

(Y/N)’s hand moved towards Marty’s as if it were magnetized. Each time Dallas lit the flame thrower into the dark vents they squeezed his hand in fear. 

“It has to be right there with you, you’ve got to get out of there!” 

Dallas climbed down another level despite the protests from his crew members and as he lit the torch-

(Y/N) - along with several other audience members - screamed as the xenomorph appeared in front of Dallas. their hand now gripped the lapel of Marty’s jacket as they hid half of their face in Marty’s shoulder and kept one squinted eye on the movie screen. Heat crept up the nape of Marty’s neck at the close proximity, but he couldn’t say that it was unwelcomed. He moved his arm so that it was wrapped around the girl’s shoulders. 

“Why didn’t he listen to Ripley?” Y/N whispered. Marty chuckled and gave their shoulders a squeeze, 

“The same reason I never listen to you.”

“Because men are stupid?” (Y/N) snickered. Marty scoffed ready to quip back but the reply died in his throat as (Y/N) settled themselves into his side. 

“Oh my god, that was so good!” (Y/N) bounded out of the theater with Marty not too far behind. 

“How would you know? You spent most of the movie with your hands over your eyes,” Marty said. He then mocked them by pretending to cower behind his hands. (Y/N) whacked his shoulder and rolled their eyes. 

“You’re the worst.”

“If I was the worst I wouldn’t have brought you to a movie in the 1970s. I think you owe me.” Marty said. A sly smile pulled on his lips as he wrapped his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders. (Y/N) leaned into the touch but scoffed, trying desperately to ignore the blush on their cheeks. 

“And what, pray tell, would I owe you, McFly?” 

Marty realized that he had a golden opportunity here. If it worked, he could mark this down as one of the best nights of his life.

“A kiss.”

(Y/N) almost tripped over nothing. The two teens had made it back to the Delorean and (Y/N) heavily considered pretending they didn’t hear him and just getting into the car. 

“What?” They muttered. Their face had faltered into a nervous smile and their hands had suddenly become clammy. 

“What?” Marty mimicked (Y/N)’s reaction and they narrowed their eyes in annoyance, “A kiss would definitely even out the imbalance.” Marty’s arm slid from around (Y/N)’s shoulders to wrap around their waist. He knew that if he eased back now, he’d lose his nerve so he pushed a bit further. Marty was really close to them now. They could feel his breath on their face and their heart was practically beating out of their chest. 

“Well, I guess we can’t leave things unbalanced,” (Y/N) trailed off as they let their hands rest gently on Marty’s shoulders. They closed the distance and pressed their lips against Marty’s. The kiss was soft and sweet. Their lips danced together in a languid dance that both of them had been longing to experience for quite some time. (Y/N) pulled away and Marty chased after their lips, leaving one last peck before backing up a bit. 

“Well? Are we even?” (Y/N) teased. 

“Hm, I don’t know, I think you might have shortchanged me a little,” Marty replied before capturing their lips with his once more.

[knickynoo]

McFly July Day 7: Back in Town

Lone Pine timeline

“Alright, I’d say this one’s about done.” Doc hefted the cardboard box into his arms to check its weight, nodded, then set it back down. “Yep. Additional tools can go into this one.” He nudged an empty box with his shoe.

Marty sifted through the pile on the floor, looking for anything in decent enough shape to warrant packing it up and sending over to Doc’s new house. They’d been at it all morning- picking their way through the cluttered garage, consolidating the essentials into boxes and bins and bags. Everything deemed junk was promptly tossed into heavy duty garbage bags, and the stuff in the middle—non-essential but not quite junk—would be left as is.

He was glad that Doc was keeping the garage. A “vacation home” his friend had said with a laugh.

Still, it was hard to reconcile that the small place would now spend the majority of its time empty. No longer filled with the bustling activity of a scientist, a boy, and a dog.

“I wish you could be closer, Doc.”

Doc paused in his fight with a pile of tangled extension cords. His gaze swept the room before landing on Marty. “I wish I could be closer too,” he said with a sigh. “But with Clara and the boys…I have to think of them. It’s safer to start somewhere fresh than bring them here where people will ask questions.”

“Yeah, I know.”

It all made sense to Marty, really, and he was just glad Doc had decided to permanently move back to the present day. What did an hour’s drive compare to the hundred years that previously separated them? This was reason to celebrate, not mourn.

Marty tossed a wrench into the box, then looked up when he felt Doc’s eyes on him. “What?”

“It’s not an ideal situation, is it? For either of us. What with you still adjusting to so much change at home and myself—” Doc cleared his throat. “—Myself having missed you for all those years I was living in the Old West.”

The sensation of feeling like a foreigner in this new timeline was something Marty had no chance of ignoring, but the near decade of life Doc had lived while building the time train was something he’d worked hard to push to the recesses of his mind. After all, he’d seen Doc less than an hour after making the return trip to 1985; how could it have been almost ten years since Doc had seen him? How could he have lived so much life—married and had two children and become so comfortable in the 1800s?

Thinking about it too long made him feel a little sick.

“Do you want to pack this up, Doc?” he asked, waving a hammer through the air. “The handle’s got a chip in it, but it’s fine other than that.”

There was no response to his question, and he set it into the box as Doc crouched beside him. Marty sensed a speech of some sort coming—a pep talk that he really wasn’t in the mood to hear. But instead, Doc said, “Let’s take a break from all this. Go next door and get some burgers.”

Marty looked at the mess, then took note of his empty stomach. He rose to his feet and dusted off the knees of his jeans with his palms. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s do that. I might need two burgers if we’re gonna try to squeeze in a couple more hours of packing after.”

“Two burgers and a pile of fries,” Doc declared, straightening back up. “Though I’d say we’ve made excellent progress already, so we don’t have to rush right back to this. In fact, why don’t we take a trip to get some paint samples after lunch? You can pick out a color for your room.”

The suggestion quickly worked to brighten Marty’s mood. “Cool. Let’s get moving, Doc. And hey, maybe we can think of something else to do after picking up the paint—put off the cleaning and packing even more.”

Doc chuckled and grabbed his wallet from an end table. “Yes, I'm sure we can come up with something. Besides”—He waved his hands toward the destruction caused by the overpowered amp, which they’d managed to consolidate into one giant heap in the corner of the room—“I don’t even know how to begin tackling all that.”

[jaydencoolguy]

George's Relationship with his Father

I have some thoughts about the relationship George McFly has with his dad, Arthur McFly. I'll put it under a cut because it's gonna get long. And I mean long.

Okay, while watching a playthrough of the BTTF game I noticed that George says this:

"Hey, sometimes you gotta go out on a limb for the ones you love, right? I wish MY dad had understood that."

I'm like, "Woah, what? What's his relationship with his father like???" So I head over to the wiki and find THIS:

"Here we see that Arthur is about as wimpy and spineless as George since he gives his son many pathetic reasons not to attend such as college being hard and his grades that he received in school. He even tells George that he will never succeed in life with his current grades and such which could be the primary reason why George becomes a pushover in the original 1985."

Furthermore, he's described to be "a dead ringer for 1955 George in looks, voice, and personality."

Obviously George doesn't (or didn't, since he's implied to be dead) have a very good relationship with his father. But what's really interesting about this is the fact that they're practically the same personality-wise. (They're both pathetic, pushovers, doormats, etc.) Do you think that George sort of resents himself for acting the way he does (or did, in the case of the new timeline)? Because he hurt others the way his dad hurt him, since his actions reflect his father's? God, that's sad to think about.

You would think, in the case of the original 1985, that he would actively try to stray away from being like his father, but obviously, he failed. This is true to real life generational trauma, in which you swear you will never end up like your parents, but you do anyway because the way they treat you and act sticks with you. Yeah, you get the point right?

George's dreams got shot down by his father, and in the original 1985, he didn't have the courage to stand up for himself. Arthur never stood up for him either; and George ends up just like him, albeit more passive... at least he lets Marty do whatever he wants for the most part. Speaking of which, I think Marty serves as an interesting parallel to George's relationship with Arthur, since Marty actually gains a lot of courage and confidence due to the fact that his father is a pushover. George loses more of his sense of self worth because of his dad, since he never believed in or helped him. As a result, he never tries to achieve his dreams and remains unmotivated.

Now let's switch gears to the new 1985. Because of Marty's help, George gains the courage to stand up to his bullies and thus, becomes a more confident person. He gets motivated to do better. I'd like to think that because of this, George also stands up to his dad as well, becoming more successful in the process. I think that he sort of wanted to stick it to his dad, to prove that he can be successful and that he could do anything he set his mind to. This probably pushes George to work harder, which ultimately pays off as seen in the ending of Back to the Future 1. He had achieved his dream as a writer and had a better life overall. However, it seems that George's success hadn't changed his father one bit, as seen in the clip I included above. Even though George ended up happier and wealthier, it didn't mend his relationship with his dad. I don't think Arthur is necessarily a bad person, but he could've definitely been a better father.

This is an almost tragic part of George's character, even in the fixed timeline. It demonstrates how you could be similar, yet so different from your parents. How the way they treat you impacts the way you act, depending on your circumstances and the way you view yourself. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this worthless ramble!!!

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — dave’s night off.

DECEMBER 14, 1985, 7:46 PM

“Okay, McFly, focus. You got this.”

Marty’s staring at the pristine living room wall, hands drumming his thighs. The familiar motions help him to think, be calm.

“Nobody knows what happened to the boat that Grandpa Artie gave Mom and Dad,” he begins, like he’s studying for a history test in the garage, “but that doesn’t mean it’s gone, it’s just… in storage… somewhere. Uh… Grandma Sylvia’s crochet blanket is in your room. It smells like her perfume, not popcorn, and that’s okay, ‘cause you miss her anyway and you need to call her soon. Nobody knows what the hell happened to Grandpa Sam’s scratchy plaid couch with the busted up cushions and Grandma Stella’s quilt’s in Mom’s hope chest… she thinks.”

“The weird modern art thing Mom and Dad picked up on… their honeymoon?...” He smacks his forehead, running a hand through his hair. “Dammit, no, not their honeymoon, it was their anniversary, their tenth anniversary. Dad replaces the flowers in the vase with fresh ones every week for Mom. There’s a million throw pillows on the couch so I guess nobody sits there anymore?…”

He rubs the back of his neck.

“Uh… kitchen. Right. We got the good chips and the good cereal, not the store brand, but... only one box ‘cause I’m the only one that still eats that junk. Everybody else has… bran and muesli and shit.”

He sighs.

“Photos…” Marty picks up an immaculate frame. “This is from Dave’s tenth birthday trip to Disneyland but you were five so it’s okay you don’t remember anything.” He stares at the family in the photo; a happy mom, a charming dad, three beautiful kids, the littlest one with a grin that looks like it’s about to break his tiny face in half. He thumbs over the glass. “I’m sorry, kid. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I hope you’re okay… whenever you are.” He sets the photo back down.

“We’ve been to Knott’s Berry Farm, Florida, New York…” They keep asking him where he wants to go after graduation and he’s beginning to run out of ways to stall.

“At least Long Beach still happened,” Marty continues. “Jen remembers, so do the guys. And you got the album and the poster and the t-shirt to prove it, so—“

“What the hell?”

“Jesus Christ!” Marty jumps, whirling around to meet his older brother’s eyes. “Dave, you scared the shit out of me! What are you doin’ home? It’s Saturday! You’re supposed to be out with the guys from the office!”

He’d had it all planned: Dave was supposed to be out, Linda was working late and then had a date, and his parents were off at the Baxters’ Christmas party. He thought it was safe.

“Oh, I scared the shit out of you?” Dave retaliates. “And yeah, it’s Saturday, but it’s the week before Christmas, genius! Maybe I’m supposed to, I don’t know, hang out with my kid brother!”

“I-I’m sorry, Dave,” Marty sighs, deflating, hanging his head and sticking his hands in his pockets. “I just…”

“You gonna tell me what that was all about?” Dave asks, putting his hands on his shoulders. Even without looking up, Marty can feel his brother’s eyes on him, searching.

There’s a long moment of silence.

“‘At least Long Beach still happened?’” Dave prompts. “Of course it happened! That stupid concert was all you talked about for months!”

Marty manages a smile, before it falls.

“You ever feel like you’re goin’ crazy, Dave?” he ventures. “Or maybe… like the world is? I-I know it doesn’t make sense, but…”

“Of course it makes sense,” Dave cuts him off with a sigh. “I was seventeen too, y’know.”

“Yeah, I remember,” Marty laughs, “you were kinda the worst.”

“Sure I was, I was a pain in the ass,” Dave agrees. He tilts Marty’s head up with his finger like their mom used to and gives him a smile. “You’re not crazy, Marty. I’ll tell you what’s happening. Senior year is makin’ you screwy and I know you haven’t been sleeping.”

“I-I haven’t,” Marty admits.

“So, here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna order pizza, you’re gonna kick my ass at Nintendo while we wait, and then we’re gonna watch a movie. Okay?”

“…Pepperoni with extra cheese?”

“Duh. What am I, a monster?”

“Okay.” Marty smiles as Dave ducks into the kitchen to order. “Hey, Dave…?”

“Yeah?” He sticks his head out, receiver already up to his ear.

“…Thanks.”

Dave winks.

“Anytime, Marty. Anytime.”

DECEMBER 14, 1985, 11:29 PM

Dave turns the volume on the TV down, opting to watch the rest of the VHS on as close to mute as possible. He sets the remote down, turning his attention to his sleeping brother, curled into his side like a little kid. He ruffles his hair, sighing.

Normally, he’d tease Marty when he’d wake up about how he took photos or something stupid like that, or he’d just carry him up to bed, but things hadn’t been normal for months now. Something happened, he didn’t know what, and at least if he was right here he could watch him and make sure he was okay.

The front door opens and he recognizes his sister’s footsteps, the way she slips off her heels and the jingle of her keys and handbag as she sets them on the counter. She walks into the living room, about to say something, but Dave raises his free hand to his lips in a shushing motion.

Linda takes in the scene, then sits down on Dave’s other side. She grabs the remote, starts rewinding White Christmas, then leans her head on Dave’s shoulder as the movie starts to play.

[bg-sparrow]

Introduction

Hi! I'm Erica (BG), and I write fan fiction! I've been writing fic since 2004, and you can find me on AO3 and FFN! As you might have gleaned, I predominantly write Back to the Future fanfic, but I have written for many fandoms over the years!

Side Blogs

This is my main blog, but I have side blogs, too.

@juneofdoom - an annual whump challenge I host because some friends were sad another whump challenge wasn't happening, so I made them a list. Obviously it snowballed.

@piratepianist - Moodboard blog. Colors make me happy, and I express that best through moodboards since I can't draw.

@nopinestimeline - a sideblog I made for my version of Evil!Marty

@bgsbracelets - Thanks to the #bttfbff friendship bracelet exchange, I've gotten so into bracelet making that I'm giving my creations their own sideblog while I set up an Etsy store. This is still very under construction, but if you want to see all the fun fandom bracelets I make, give me a follow!

The Heaviest Back to the Future Trilogy Test

The amount of knowledge I've compiled in researching BttF media for a trilogy rewrite is beyond extensive, and I decided to put some of it to use in this BttF quiz that is actually challenging compared to every other BttF quiz I've ever taken. Have a go! Good luck!

Back to the Future Fan Fiction

Series:

The Time Circuits Series - a trilogy rewrite featuring my OC, Emma Brown, as Doc's daughter and Marty's love interest. This sucker took nine years, but, five works and 273,000 words later, it's done!

Once Upon a Time in the West Series - my version of the "stuck in 1885" AU where Marty's depression and association with Buford Tannen are explored. This four-work saga clocks in at 64,000 words and is now complete.

The Boy Who Leapt Through Time Series - my ongoing McFly July drabble collection.

The Meta of Marty McFly - originally made for the June of Doom whump challenge, this series is an ongoing foray into the ridiculous world of self-insert where I brainstorm fic ideas/ vent at/ torment Marty in my imaginary, infinite office building. It's utter nonsense, and that's why I adore it.

Bhagavad Gita Duology - a history-heavy look at Doc's time on the Manhattan Project, the toll it takes on him, and the mysterious "friend" there at every turn. These two completed stories come in at just under 17,000 words, and they are 17,000 of some of my best, IMO.

BG's Back to the Future Drabbles

This AO3 collection houses all of my bite-sized BttF moments from various challenges on Tumblr and Discord.

The Boy Who Leapt Through Time - McFly July 2022

The Man from the Future - Doctober 2022

In a Kingdom Far, Far Away - Friendship February 2023

The Boy Who Leapt Through Time Again - McFly July 2023

The Boy Who Leapt Through Time Yet Again - McFly July 2021

The Man Who Traveled Time - Doctober 2023

Stand There and Bleed - Whumpril 2024

Multi-chapter

Let's Do the Time Warp Again - Marty's past self gets jumped by Biff's gang at the dance, and Marty has no choice but replace himself at the clocktower, creating a time loop.

Sons and Scientists - an AU in which Marty, stranded in 1940s and living with Doc in Los Alamos, gets drafted into service and there's nothing Doc can do about it. This one hurts, guys. I'm warning you.

By Accident or Design - my version of "the duel goes wrong." This one also hurts. A third and final chapter is being entertained but not certain at this time.

Pennies from Heaven - an Elf/BttF crackfic for Discord Secret Santa 2022. I'm not gonna lie, I had a blast with this, and I'm hella proud of how it turned out. Just go with it!

One Shots

A Fracture in the Space-time Continuum - a sickfic/ injury fic with so much Doc and Marty friendship it's a wonder it hasn't exploded yet. Also affectionately refered to as "Broken Leg Marty".

The Manner of Giving - a 5+1 fic in which Marty tries and fails five times to give Doc a gift (and one time he succeeds).

There's a Time and a Place - No Pine Marty's debut one shot, in which he tells the terrorists where to find Doc the night of the DeLorean Reveal.

Midnight Hour - No Pines Marty visits George in the dead of night to convince him to take Lorraine to the dance.

Stuck in the Stuck in 1885 AU - a silly meta glimpse in which two different Martys from two different “stuck in 1885” stories — daryfromthefuture’s “Until I Get Home” and BG Sparrow’s “Once Upon a Time in the West” — are locked in a room together by their authors to air their grievances. Art by Dary!

Survival is Insufficient

Time Trap

Crime Traveller

The Mystery of the Missing McFly

Roleplays with @daryfromthefuture

These beloved fics feature Dary as Marty and myself as Doc in wholesome, angsty friendship/ sick fics. :)

Lean on Me (When You're Not Strong) - The masterpiece that is Doc seeing Marty through scarlet fever in 1885.

I'll Be There For You (Like I've Been There Before) - Marty glitches, objects at Doc and Clara's wedding, and has a heart-to-heart with Doc about his fears for their future.

I'm Only Me When I'm With You - 1955 sickfic!

Collaborations

Friends Through Time(lines): Chapter 6 - Judge Doc Brown is on the verge of retirment when he meets the child genius renting his garage for the last eighteen months.

Stuck Through Time(lines): 1950s - some first-person Marty reflection on what he's going to do now that he's irrevocably stranded in 1955.

History's Gonna Change: Titanic - Doc and Marty somehow prevent a major historical event from happening and have to ensure it does. I picked the Titanic not sinking!

Back to the Future: Discord - a blind writing game irresponsibly played by the members of our Discord server.

Challenge Masterlists

McFly July 2023

McFly July 2021

Sicktember 2023

Doctober 2023

Comfortember 2023

Whumpril 2024

June of Doom 2024

McFly July 2024

August of Whump 2024 (The Blacklist)

Notable Works in Other Fandoms

Pirates of the Caribbean

Principles of Compromise - Rated T, 64K, drama, Sparrabeth

The Captain - Rated G, 8K, pre-canon Norribeth friendship fluff

Unprecedented Youth - Rated G, 10K, humor, found family

Iron Man (MCU)

These are all Pepperony (Tony/Pepper) and all rated T.

What to Expect When She's Expecting - 4K, pregnancy fic

Extra Dry, Extra Olive - 2K, Tony returns to the roof

For a Decade - 8K, drunken humor/ fluff

Of Toothpaste and Pancakes - 5K, food fight humor/ fluff

Star Wars (Sequel Trilogy)

A Mercy, Tolerant - Rated T, 1200 words, Reylo AU after TFA

Free Space - Rated T, 5K, Reylo bingo card drabbles

National Treasure - Another Clue (Riley/OC, sequel incomplete) Mary Poppins - Under the Weather (sickfic fluff) Jurassic World - Perignon & Paleobotany (pre-canon Claire/Owen) Copying Beethoven - Vibrations on the Air (Anna/Beethoven) Station Eleven - The Pursuit (Kirsten/Tyler) Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - As Promised (Major Character Death) The Blacklist - Somewhere Beyond the Sea (Keenler, Undercover Cruise Fic)

BONUS: Multi-Fandom - FFHQ (currently featuring Pirates of the Caribbean, Iron Man, BBC Sherlock, Game of Thrones, Doctor Who, and the Star Wars Sequel Trilogy)

A lot of my older/ other fandom fics on FFN are in the process of being edited for AO3 and will be posted here when that happens!

Thanks for stopping by! And don't be a stranger - feel free to reach out! Have an awesome day! :D

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[cagedchoices]

It's been a while since I've done bullet points for verse info, but I've been thinking about my Westworld season 1 AU so naturally the brain rot is setting in and I wanna hyperfixate on it.

The What If Caleb Was In Westworld S1? AU

Caleb winds up in possession of an obscene amount of wealth by saving Mr. Whitman's life and in an effort to find something to do with even just a fraction of the money he'll never use, he learns about Westworld.

Aa per canon lore, black hats and white hats are by far the most popular choice among the human guests, typically categorizing them into one of two roles.

Color theory and symbolism in the western hemisphere often dictates that the color white represents purity, innocence, light, and/or heroism as traditionally "good" traits whereas black is often chosen to represent power, darkness, death, mourning, and/or villainy as traditionally "bad" traits.

These are of course not the ONLY color hat a guest is permitted to wear. There are hosts and some background guests seen wearing brown hats or gray hats.

Brown hats and gray hats are naturally more "neutral" options than black hat or white hat. They represent a tendency to make impulsive decisions that happen in the moment. In color theory, brown often symbolizes a neutral but more earthy connection to the world around you. Gray is often chosen to represent an option directly in-between black and white, sometimes thought to be "boring"

Caleb would likely wear a brown or gray hat. I almost wanna say he'd go hatless because that is what he does in the 20s-themed knockoff park but. Cmon, playing cowboy without a hat is like. blasphemous?? So he really should have a hat. So I’m giving him one.

Caleb's outfits resemble Marty McFly's from Back to the Future Part III. Marty's clothes in turn vaguely resembled Clint Eastwood from the Man With No Name Trilogy.

I'm not 100% committed to this idea but. Young William takes on a bounty hunt for Slim Grant during the Past Timeline. Caleb could *maybe* take on the bounty for Hector Escaton in the Present Timeline. Ultimately, he'd probably forego collecting the bounty and let Hector and Armistice go. Tenderloin and the one other bandit whose name I don't remember are still gonna die tho.

[crazy56u]

Joke time over, back to the grind.

“Hey, ladies, wanna meet my two friends? A gun and your lawyer!”

I don’t think the lawyer was that smart, Ben.

And the lawyer is about to die.

…okay, I had 50/50 odds, let’s be fair here.

I love how the evil lawyer is choosing to use the honor system.

Ben, this is a swing for the fences.

Okay, I lied, that’s a swing.

…is a lawyer about to get his brain bashed in?

This is some GURPS level fast-talking right now, hot damn.

“What kind of trap we talking?” A fastball.

If the lawyer somehow survived, I swear to God…

Moral of the Story: Rocks suck.

Well, two people have died, but they were the bad guys, you know, upswing.

Look, Sarah, which is more believable: Nadia felt a breeze, or Nadia talked to a ghost? Count your blessings.

And Sarah is about to learn why Dean insists on being called Dean.

The real treasure was the binders we made along the way.

[Also, I took a quick check to look at something; I find it interesting that this episode immediately made it to digital storefronts, while “Let Them Play” took, like, a month…]

Sarah, sometimes shit is complicated, hard stop.

And there’s the Ben Song Stamp of Approval.

And so that’s how the concept of being nonbinary got invented.

[Laundry break.]

And it’s shaping up like the family subplot is resolved. …and there’s 13 minutes left to burn.

Okay, so now we’re doing divorce.

Okay, am I an idiot, or is this the first time I’ve heard about her having kids.

I also like the implication that Nadia was the only one who didn’t have baggage.

Okay, so watch as the loot crate is empty, and my theory about the twist is correct.

Okay, now it’s time for a religious lesson.

Okay, I know what I said about the plot twist, but I’m gonna feel bad if that thing is empty regardless…

…and it holds another chest. …the pun ending is becoming more apparent…

Oh fuck, they broke the dam…

…well, at least the drought is over?

…and it’s empty. …except for a false bottom…

“The real treasure is at home with family.”

…

…

…

…

…

🩸 🩸 🩸 🩸 🩸 🩸

“Maybe he thought we needed to cause a flood to learn this life lesson, I dunno…”

“Hey, Addison, why do you look sad- are you getting married?”

Tom is going to be fucking pissed.

Hey, Tom, so bad news…

Okay, I am now becoming convinced Yom was actually the puppet, and he’s about to narc to Gideon due to Addison still being in love with Ben.

And cut to Ben attempting to pull the Marty McFly maneuver of trying to use the mail to prevent a tragedy. Having seen the future synopses. I don’t think this works, buddy.

“Hey, I know we got done with this treasure family bullshit, but I need you to mail something for me in the future.”

“Dad was right. The real treasure was family.”

I am going to post the emojis again the second Ben finds the jewels.

…and three…

…two…

…one…

…

…

…

🩸 🩸 🩸 🩸 🩸 🩸 🩸 🩸 🩸 🩸 🩸 🩸

Fucking Dad and his pun fetish.

…and Hannah is at the Project… …so the wolf is in the hen house…

This fucking raisin-looking motherfucker.

[Well, at least Ben gets to solve 1980s version of Watergate next week.]

So, literally my only issue with this episode was the pun plot twist. Everything else was solid.

[dragonsarecool]

June of Doom Day 9 - Acceptance

A/N: An short, alternate version of Doc and Marty's timeline conversation while in 1985A. Set during Part II.

If all of this time-travelling had proven one thing, Marty decided, it was that no matter what timeline they were in, Doc's lab would never be organised.

Though in this instance, it looked more as though a hurricane had more to do with the state of the lab than Doc's pure scatterbrain nature. Marty found himself constantly tripping over piles of shattered glass, aging bricks and vast amounts of miscellaneous papers. A lingering smell of decaying animals hit his nose, and he couldn't stop an involuntary gag when his foot came into contact with a long-dead rat.

But after Doc had explained to him just how screwed they were, and the consequences of this new reality, he decided he'd happily step on the rat again.

At least he could wash his sneakers afterwards.

He squinted through the magnifying glass that Doc had given him, peering at the granulated image of Biff at the races. It was a few seconds before he finally spotted the handful of pixels in Biff's pocket that looked very familiar. "The almanac!"

Marty felt sick. "…Son of a bitch! He stole my idea!" He slammed his fist into the collection of newspapers, his fist leaving an indent in the aged documents. "He must've been listening when I-"

Oh.

Oh no.

An icy chill ran down his spine.

"Geez, Doc, I'm such a dumbass!" Marty threw his hands up before leaning against the desk, the severity of the situation quickly sinking in. "W-Why the hell did I decide to buy that stupid book?! I knew you were gonna say no, so why did I bother?! Why didn't I rip up the damn thing? Or return it to the store?!"

"Never mind now, Marty," Doc leaned over his shoulder. "It's all in the past."

Marty raised an eyebrow. "Don't you mean the future?"

"No, I mean the- never mind," Doc quickly decided against another tangent about timelines, instead returning his focus to the chalkboard. "Our only chance to repair the present is in the past! We need to go back and find out the exact circumstances in which Biff got his hands on the sports almanac."

Marty couldn't tear hands away from his head, gripping the strands so tightly that he felt some pull away from his scalp. "D-Doc, how are you okay with this? H-How are you so…so understanding of what a stupid thing I've done?! I've broken your trust, I've ignored you - hell, I-I've ruined the entire universe, for God's sake!"

A clap of thunder rumbled outside the safety of the lab. Marty found himself leaning on the piles of newspaper archives, rubbing his eyes furiously in an attempt to stop his weak resolve crumbling into tears. "God, I-I knew I was an idiot, but…this is a new low for me."

"Marty," Doc placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze, "look at me please."

It took a few moments for the reluctant teenager to comply, struggling to look his friend in the eye with the level of shame weighing on his heart. At that moment, he would've happily crawled under the table and allowed the lab to collapse on top of him, rather than have to face a disappointed Doc Brown.

"We all make decisions that affect the course of our lives, Marty. And all of those choices have consequences, regardless how big or small they may be," Doc spoke patiently. "Yes, what you did was wrong and immature, but the fact that you have owned up to that act and expressed humility is a good sign."

Marty wondered why he'd started blinking so rapidly, and felt his chest hitch. Oh come on, McFly, now is not the time to get emotional.

"Marty, I do forgive you. Please don't doubt that," Doc emphasised his words with a pat on the young man's shoulder, concern evident in his expression. "You're a good kid, after all. And luckily for us, this mistake can be fixed."

The teenager let out a shuddering sigh. "You sure?"

"Absolutely," Doc proclaimed. "We just need to know the exact date, and then we can find out exactly how Biff gave the sports almanac to himself. Then once we return to 1985, everything will have been restored to the timeline we know."

Marty took some time to process this news, ignoring the howling wind and rumbles of thunder. He finally met the scientist's worried gaze, a fresh determination across his face. "Drop me off at Biff's place, Doc. I'm gonna ask the bastard myself."

[synthsays]

Doctober day 16:

☆~◇ Stage ◇~☆

Back to the Future: The [Part III] Musical

Tracklist:

1. Dear Marty

Doc reading the letter, and then them going to the graveyard. The song is similar to Doc explaining the time travel plan in Future Boy.

2. New Life

Marty at the McFly Farm. This is Seamus and Maggie's song, explaining why they came to Hill Valley, etc. while Marty is like "where tf am I" in the background. Similar to Cake in the sense that Seamus and Maggie think Hill Valley is so great.

3. Working Toward the Future

This is the introduction of 1885 Hill Valley, probably all the workers explaining how Hill Valley is going to be a great town, and just dreaming/singing abt the future in general.

4. A Way Out

This song is both the 1885 Doc intro and Doc and Marty brainstorming what to do before Monday. Definitely a duet between them, switching ideas and such.

5. Ravine in my Heart

This is one takes place after Doc drops Clara off at the teacherage, and is basically Clara's love song. So yeah the whole thing is Clara swooning over Doc. Similar to Pretty Baby but less awkward.

6. How It's Gonna Work

Doc explains the gameplan for the train heist, etc. Basically It Works but different... sorry

7. Care to Dance

A mix between Double Back from the movie's actual soundtrack and a Doc & Clara duet (they are so silly) this is the festival dance scene.

8. Emmett's Lament

Emmett's boo-hoo wa wa wa song after ditching Clara and also him just dropping spoilers on the future.

9. Cutting it Close

Marty freaking out before the gunfight and then transitioning into a duet between Buford and Marty right before the shooting.

10. Ravine in my Heart Reprise

Clara changed the whole "His love fills the ravine in my heart." to "He left a ravine in my heart." So yeah Clara's boo-hoo wa wa wa song after Doc rejects her. But it ends with her getting off the train realizing he still loves her.

11. Making History (The Way You Want)

Welcome Doc's family! Basically the song that wraps up the whole show. Similar to For The Dreamers but not really.

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I feel like Depp made the role pretty iconic that it’s going to be pretty hard to convince people that you are on the same level to replace him. I mean it’s impressive that he took on this role he must feel pretty confident in his ability to change peoples perspective and we will see if he actually delivers but at the same time why would any actor play a character that was already done very well in the past. This is why I NEVER want or wish for Tom to do back to the future remake.

Timmy has some HUGE shoes to fill with Wonka, cuz both Johnny and Gene were iconic in the roles.

But, I think some fans need to realize that Timmy is playing the YOUNGER version of Wonka (Wilder version), and how he came to BE Wonka. Wonka at 20 isn't gonna be the same as Wonka at 30, or 40, or 50, and so on....

I don't think he's trying to "replace" anything or anyone, this is simply just another vision/telling of the story, but a prequel. 🤷🏾‍♀️

That's how I see it at least.

Re: Tom....

I don't think ANY actor should turn down a decent role SIMPLY because of fear of being compared to another actor of the past. That's stifling imo🥴

With that said, while I actually think Tom would be awesome in "Back to the Future" (his Peter Parker is basically Marty McFly lol 😆), I agree that the film does NOT need to be remade.

Some films really do NOT need remakes... especially if they were done SO well that they are now cultural classics with cult-like followings lol. I wish HW would get that through their head 👀

[lumalilies]

picard: very well. you have your duties. dism-

BAGOCK!

picard: what in-! Mr. Data is that... a.... a chicken?"

BAGOCK!

data: (putting finger gently on chickens beak) shhhhhhh. yes sir. (chicken quiets down) specifically a "rhode island red" chicken aged 2 years, 18 days, 5-

picard: commander data, would you care to explain to me what the hell a chicken doing is doing in the observation lounge?

riker: (smiling all goofy like) i didn't realize you hired a new member of the senior staff.

picard: >_>

data: this chicken is not a member of the enterprise crew. rather, i have brought it with me to help me understand human nature.

picard: mr. data.... (sigh) how is having a living, breathing chicken with you during a senior staff meeting supposed to help you understand the human condition?

data: allow me to explain. in my analysis of human literature surrounding human emotion, I have found over 62,000 occurrences of the concept of "fear" and the word "chicken" in close proximity. for example, in the 1985 film back to the future, the character of "marty mcfly" becomes self conscious about--

picard: (shifts in his chair and looks at geordi, who shrugs)

data: --whenever the word "chicken" is used against him as an insult. Additionally, in the 1987 film "Spaceballs"-

riker: (looking around the room smiling) "space...balls?"

picard: mr. data that's enough!

data: pardon me sir. then you understand my reasoning in keeping this chicken nearby as i perform my duties? in order to better understand the human experience of fear?

picard: mr. data. I-! (sighs and sits back in chair) mr. data prior to this meeting, i've have spent the past 12 hours staring at one of the fish in my ready room. when.... (leans in) when i close my eyes, i can still see it. in my imagination! like it's right here in front of me. (starts to stare off into the distance) even now, i see its face staring back at me. sometimes... sometimes I almost think it's smiling (slowly starts to smile and chuckle to himself)

...

geordi: captain?

picard: (startled) apologies. (sigh) now, the point i intend to make is that in this moment, i don't even have the mental capacity to explain the abject lunacy of keeping a chicken in your lap while you serve as a member of my crew. now i'm going to have to order you to dispose of the chicken--

mr. data: bethany.

picard: -what?

data: the chicken's name is bethany.

picard: (looks around and brings down the tone of his voice) I'm going to have to ask you to dispose of...bethany... immediately.

data: i see sir. i am sorry, i did not realize bethany's presence would cause offense. i will immediately take her to shuttlebay 2 and decompress the airlock.

riker: I need to see this

geordi: right be behind you commander-

picard: dismiss-- wait! airlock!? mr. data that chicken is a living being! you can't simply...jettison it into space like...like an empty cargo container!

data: i apologize sir. i believe i misunderstood your intent. you see, when humans use the word "dispose" in relation to a living being, it is often meant with the connotation of causing death or irreparable injury. additionally, i have found humans traditionally place little value on the lives of chicken and other birds of poultry. current replicator logs show that over 80% of crew meals consist of cooked chicken meat. even during today's lunch captain, replicator activity shows you consumed a quote "chicken salad sand"-

picard: enough mr. data! (sigh, facepalms and rubs his temples)

geordi: wait data, how did you even get a chicken aboard the ship?

data: excellent question, geordi. i used the replicator in my quarters to synthesize a chicken egg, as these are often used in the cooking of breakfast foods. I then incubated it until the chicken was ready to hatch.

geordi: ...incubated it?

data: yes. i-

barkley: i-i'll take it

picard: mr. barkley?

barkley: the..the chicken. i...i can keep it.

geordi: wait, reg. you mean you're gonna keep it in your quarters?

barkley: y-yes. if that's. well. if that's alr-

picard: mr. barkley. this is an extraordinary responsbility. are you sure you are prepared to take on the duty of caring for this lifeform - no. bethany. until she reaches a healthy maturity?

barkley: a-absolutely.of course. i'll be sure to show her plenty of l-love... care. care. and attention. i'll. i'll keep her safe. you have my word.

picard: very well. mr. data, surrender the chicken to mr. barkley. dismissed.

i'm stopping this here i can't keep writing this

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Calva Louise Interview: Closer to Free

Jess Allanic of Calva Louise

BY JORDAN MAINZER

At the last festival they played before Riot Fest, UK-based rock band Calva Louise were met with a bit of confusion and perhaps a little skepticism. "We're British," they purportedly joked to the crowd, following with a half-hearted, "Innit?" Lead vocalist and guitarist Jess Allanic is from Venezuela, bassist Alizon Taho from France, and drummer Ben Parker from New Zealand, so the seaside town of Blackpool, England, on the Irish Sea coast, is the band's adopted home after "squatting" around London when they formed seven years ago. At the festival, whose lineup skewed folkier, they received more rapturous applause from the metalhead crew than the crowd themselves. "We felt like Marty McFly in the 50s," Allanic told me over a Zoom call earlier this month. "'I guess you guys aren't ready for that yet...but your kids are gonna love it.'" At Riot Fest, on the other hand, the crowd, showing up at the Roots Stage at 12:15 PM, was both ready for and loved the band's hook-laden pop-metal.

Ben Parker of Calva Louise

Calva Louise have gone through a few shifts before arriving where they are now. I first heard them on their pop rock, clean vocal-laden debut, 2019's Rhinoceros, released on Modern Sky UK. The album didn't do as well as the label had hoped, so the band was dropped. 300 Entertainment picked them up next for their sophomore record Euphoric, which featured the more aggressive sound with screamed vocals the band is known for today on songs like "Belicoso". But that label didn't work out either. Calva Louise views their struggles as a blessing in disguise. Now, they self-release, free to take their burgeoning aesthetic in any way they please, learning music and video programs themselves to fulfill their ambitious artistic visions. This year, the band has released four singles, the sneakily thumping "Third Class Citizen", melodic but industrial "Feast Is Over", tempo-hopping "Oportunista", and earlier this month, the dramatic "Square One", each with its own visual-universe-building video. (The songs will appear on an upcoming mixtape, now set for release in December.) Even their live shows are, for lack of a better term, DIY. For instance, when Allanic started recording more intricate piano parts in songs but didn't want to rely on such an inflexible instrument live, Taho bought wood and metal and built her a sliding keyboard so she doesn't have to move from her microphone stand. "I'm not very coordinated when I walk in general," she joked, "So running from one place to another to play a part, I'm gonna fall."

Allanic next to the sliding keyboard Alizon Taho built

At Riot Fest, the band certainly showcased their coordination--at least on their own instruments. Allanic's vocal control, from whisper to scream, on "Third Class Citizen" perfectly meshed with the song's rhythmic barrage and chiming keys. Her fast-picking and Parker's trapdoor stop-starts on "Oportunista" recalled the best of one of the day's later bands, Code Orange. Though they still needed to rely on pre-recorded backing vocals to play songs like "Square One", the band is surely but slowly finding ways to become more efficient with the resources they do have, all the while building in momentum to hopefully allow them some future financial flexibility. "We don't do things for show," Allanic said. "We try to do things that will help us put [out] a clearer image of what we want to express. We don't know how to communicate it yet, because we're just three people and the money is an issue." Calva Louise recently received a grant, which will help and on which they recognize they'll increasingly need to rely as an independent band. And they're even open to being signed again to a label--that is, as long as they're finally given the creative control that every artist deserves.

Read my conversation with the band below, edited for length and clarity.

Alizon Taho of Calva Louise

Since I Left You: Have you been using your live shows to road test the songs you've been writing?

Jess Allanic: When we finish the song, I go through all the possibilities on Logic. Alizon and Ben go over their parts until we figure out the best it can be. We have to rehearse every day to be able to play it physically. If we had more resources and didn't have to work, we'd just be rehearsing 10 hours a day until the song is ready. The gigs really help. 6 months ago, we started playing these songs, and now, we have to think about things like, "Where do I take the mic on stage?" or "When do I breathe?" It's like we have to have a musical director. Gigs are like the experiment, playing the songs constantly and figuring out what we have to change. [For instance,] we'll even change some drum parts [as a result of playing live] and rerecord them. The first time we ever played "Third Class Citizen" live, we knew it was good, but I wore a corset on stage and realized I couldn't breathe the whole song. [laughs] Someone recorded it and put it on YouTube, and it's just me out of breath.

Alizon Taho: There are definitely things playing live teaches you that nothing else can.

SILY: You've been releasing videos alongside the new songs. How important is your visual identity, especially live?

AT: The project is not just music. It's a whole multi-disciplinary project from comic book to the videos Jess makes. It's a big story. The visuals, it's super important they convey that story and make everything link together.

JA: It's hard with the means we have--the availability of gear and computers and knowledge of programs--to get to a level where you make people understand what's happening. We spend a lot of time learning how to do things. Alizon has spent so many hours learning how to program a live rig he built himself. We're really lucky we live in a day and age where technology is available to people like us and we don't have to go through university to study programs that cost a lot. You can get so much out of an online course for $100.

AT: We're still experimenting, too.

JA: How can we DIY something that could cost so much money? How can we trick the system?

AT: The live shows, especially headlining sets, we want it to be more than three people on stage playing music. An actual full visual experience. Every time we've gone on tour, we've tried new things, with projected videos Jess made, DIY lights. I think we're getting better.

SILY: You recently got a grant from The FAC, too.

AT: That will be even more helpful for the videos. You have to make every little detail yourself, otherwise. Now, we can buy some assets.

JA: There was a grant we were applying for for years but never got it. When we did the first video for "Third Class Citizen", we were at the limit. I was really hoping to get some grants because we weren't going to be able to do any more videos. It's such a relief. [Now,] we're hiring a studio.

AT: Usually, it's a green screen in a spare room somewhere. The grant will allow us to step up the production.

JA: And the narrative, because we can work with actors and a scriptwriter. The story is very complex. We're working with a guy in Spain who is a film YouTuber. He's helping us write the script. For the next video, we want to go as far as we can. I love how fast technology is going for videos. I don't know about the rest of [technology], but for art and cinema, the next step will be more studios with LED screens. You'll just need to have the idea and it won't be impossible to accomplish something really good with a small studio. I'm really excited where that's going.

SILY: Is your mixtape coming out this month as planned?

JA: It will be out in December now.

AT: When we started releasing these songs, we got management, which we never had. We got an agent in the US. Plans started changing a little bit with the team growing and more people helping us. We were talking to some labels and things like that, and the mixtape got postponed a little bit because of logistics. The special edition vinyl from the UK is still coming out next week. Good for [those people,] they bought it first. Digitally, it will be December 1st with the videos we are working hard on at the moment. When you're an independent band, things happen like this.

SILY: You have a half hour set early in the day at Riot Fest. How do you go about curating a setlist for people who might not have heard you before? How do you present yourselves in that short timespan?

AT: Just smash the bangers. [laughs] It's probably coming down to what we want to show, the songs we feel are the most representative.

JA: All the new songs, the songs from the mixtape. There's an intro, interludes with bits of the story of the music videos. It's really dense, but in a good way. We're trying to play who we are now. We are kind of eclectic. When we started, we played a different sort of genre of music. That was us, but we were signed [to a label] and had to obey certain rules. We couldn't be 100% free. This set, what we're planning to do for Riot Fest, we've been rehearsing religiously every day. We want to play the heaviest music we have. We want to try to show every little facet of what we do. Kind of like when you have tasters of beers. Hopefully it works.

AT: We have to be really disciplined during the set itself since it's 30 minutes. We have to be as condensed as possible.

JA: We had to time tuning our guitars. We do a mockup every day we practice. We try to time it, and I memorize exactly what I'm going to say. We try to make a good impression. Maybe people will want more. Hopefully, people will like it.

SILY: Can you talk about your most recent song, "Square One"?

JA: The mixtape is extremely DIY. It was the most DIY and cheap thing you can think of. We recorded the instruments in the kitchen. Our friend mixed and mastered it almost for nothing. For us, this is what we can do with no resources. "Square One", most of the vocals are gang vocals because there's not much time to rerecord them. It's one reason we wanted the mixtape to be self-released, to make it the purest form of DIY. I don't think it can get more DIY. It gets clearer and clearer through the process. The next song will be four videos in one, to make a short movie. We're calling it a mixtape and not an album to express that there are no resources put into these songs. That's the best we can do with just us, an interface and getting the stems to our friend. We're really lucky. We have the chance for songs to get into playlists. They're there with bands who have the best production, where you can hear how good it sounds. I feel proud that it's there in those playlists. It's been good.

SILY: Your first two full-length albums were on labels, but the mixtape is being self-released. Why did you go independent?

JA: We started the band in 2016. We're foreigners and didn't know anybody in England. Alizon had to learn English. It was pretty hard. We were squatting in London. When we got an offer to sign, we had to go through the terms. I think we did well in getting the opportunities, because they wouldn't have come otherwise, but because we [initially] obeyed a bit too much, [we didn't end up working] the way labels expected us to be working. We were signed to an English label [Modern Sky], and they were expecting much more reception than we got. We got dropped, which was great for us, and then we got signed by another label [300 Entertainment], but it was the same thing: We couldn't do what they wanted. If people don't understand you, it won't work. It didn't work with the second label. But then we had the freedom to do exactly what we wanted. To us, that was the best thing that could have happened, to have 100% freedom to make our own decisions and strategy, even marketing strategy like Instagram and TikTok. We don't have PR or radio people, but we did what we could and saw what happened. Nothing against labels--and we still want to sign to one--but this wasn't a decision and was just what we had to deal with. We got an offer for a label ages ago, but it was to do exactly what they say, which hadn't worked in the past. We got dropped, owed so much money, and were broke, unable to record or release new music. So we're self-releasing this and will be able to profit a bit from it. We own our publishing, the songs' masters. We can buy food, and that's good!

[knickynoo]

McFly July Day 19: Playing Hooky

Lone Pine timeline with happily married Jennifer and Marty

Marty paused at the curb, watching a steady stream of cars pass by on the busy road before one finally stopped, flashing its lights to signal him to go ahead and cross. He threw a wave of thanks to the driver and jogged across the street, then checked his watch and smiled. He was making good time—would probably even get to the café a few minutes ahead of his and Jen’s scheduled brunch date—and was already looking forward to gloating about it. Contrary to her teasing, he wasn’t always late.

Turning a corner, he stopped short at the sight of a familiar figure walking down the sidewalk toward him. He squinted, watching as the girl strolled along without a care in the world, her eyes glued to the window displays in the various shops. He waited until she got closer—close enough to be absolutely certain.

“Marlene?”

The teenager stopped, eyes wide in both bewilderment and fear. She took a sudden step backward, and for a moment, Marty thought she might turn and run, but she didn’t. Instead, she stayed stuck in place and waited for her father to catch up.

Marlene gave a nervous grin. “Hi.”

“Funny. I seem to recall dropping you off at school this morning.”

“Yeah. Um, well, I kind of…didn’t actually go in.”

“I see that.” Marty crossed his arms and tipped his head, running through options of where to go from here. Wondering if this was the first time, or just the first time she’d been caught.

 “I’m sorry, Dad. I’m really sorry! I won’t do it again. I just—” she threw open her arms and then dropped them to her sides with a huff. “I don’t know. I needed a day.”

“And you couldn’t have just told me or Mom that?”

“Guess it’s more fun when it’s a secret.”

Marty raked his hands through his hair. What was he going to do with this kid?

“Can we keep this between us, Dad? Please?”

“Marley…”

“Please, please? I’ll do extra chores, and I won’t go out with my friends this weekend, and—” she stopped, then took a quick step toward him. “Wait a minute, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“Uhh…” Marty shifted in place and adjusted the sleeves of his jacket. “Yeah, but, um—well, I'm meeting your mother for brunch.”

“Isn’t Mom supposed to be at work too? I saw her getting ready this morning.” At his lack of response, Marlene’s mouth fell open, her look of incredulity giving way to a brisk laugh. “Oh, I see; she was just getting ready to play hooky with you. Which apparently, I’m not allowed to do but you two can.”

“It’s different for us than for you. You know that.”

After a moment of consideration, Marlene’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “Yeah. I really am sorry.”

She was. He could see it on her face and hear it in her voice. Marlene knew how to put on a good act when she wanted, but this wasn’t one of those times. He felt his heart soften. “I know.”

“So…can we keep this between us?”

Well, it wasn’t like he could send her to school now, and he wasn’t about to grant her permission to continue gallivanting around town. Marty checked his watch. He was going to be late to brunch now.

“Go home, Marlene,” he said, voice firm. “Straight home. We’ll talk later.”

Marlene breathed a sigh of relief, then flung her arms around her father. “Thank you.” She broke from the hug with a frown. “What about when you and Mom get home after brunch?”

“We’re, ah, not gonna be home for a while. Kind of have a whole day planned.”

She raised her eyebrows.

“Go home, Marley.”

“Right. Straight home. Love you, Dad.”

“I love you too.” 

He watched as his daughter spun on her heels and began to make her way down the block before turning to flash him a smile. “I was right, though, huh?” she called. “It’s more fun when it’s a secret.”

“See you later, Marlene,” he called back, shooing her on her way. Then he looked at his watch again, sighed, and took off running for the café.

[its-flame-art]

okay! hello fellow bttf and goofy fans! hope yall are doing well. sorry its taken me so long to say anything (ive been quite busy…) but thank you for all your comments! im glad im not the only one who can see the similarities between these characters jdfkhv.

this au has been literally eating me up for months and now that i have a bit of time i thought i could put a “cast” list of sorts of who would be paying who in this au! (tho I will say @imgonzoingrightnow pretty much got all the characters right xD) anyway!

Back to a Very Goofy Future starring…

Max Goof as Marty McFly

max!! while I was watching the goofy movie I thought to myself ‘you know what he would pull off Martys fit very well’ and that just progressed into this whole au. the vibes are there and so is the personality… (also do you think i should call him Max McGoof? to keep the spirit of McFly alive?)

Ludwig Von Drake as Emmett “Doc” Brown

there could not have been a more perfect character for him. I was looking through the mickey mouse universe wiki when i suddenly remembered good old professor drake. I mean he’s a scientist, has pretty much the same hairstyle as Doc, and according to wiki has a dog! (also i know Doc is german and i believe Drake might be as well? or he could be Austrian… I can’t fully remember but they have European roots so theres that!)

George Goof as George McFly

I mean who else would play marty’s dad if max is playing marty xD Also through research i learned some versions have Goofys first name as George which is pretty neat. (probably not completely canon since he also has George Geef, Goofy Goof, Dippy Dawg, G.G. Geef, and Goofus D. Dawg listed as his names so idk…were just gonna stick with George tho jsdhfks)

Mrs. Goof (50s) as Lorraine Baines/McFly

huh?? im gonna have goofys unnamed wife from the 50s cartoons as Lorraine? yes. yes I am. but we dont know what she looks like? ….yeah. But! what I do know is that she has red hair! so we’re gonna start from there lol. I realize theres other options for Lorraine considering goofy has a good amount of different girlfriends, (Clarabelle, Glory-Bee, Sylvia…my man has a lot of options) but theres a little something i want to do for this AU and to do it I need Mrs. Goof. with that said i do need to come up with a name so if anyone has any ideas feel free to tell me! (I could also just call her Lorraine idk)

I don’t have a lot of time to finish writing this so I’m just gonna quickly list out some extra characters and who will play who…

Pete as Biff Tannen

Roxanne as Jennifer

Principal Mazur as Principal Strickland

Mickey Mouse as Goldie Wilson

The Three Caballeros as The Starlighters Band

that’s it for now! I am currently drawing another scene with Max and Ludwig that’ll hopefully be finished pretty soon. If you have any ideas for this AU please let me know! id be happy to talk about it :D have a good rest of your day/night!

“what?”

“you’re George Goof!”

“yeah. who are you?”