#Jennifer Parker

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

they're bi4bi to me

[doctorbrown]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ 「 31 / 31 * PEPSI FREE — ACROSS TIME 」

[artsyfartsypaige]

Ya know what? Jokes on you *deconstructs you down to your most fundamental elements*

[meringuehearts]

tiny little doodles from rewatching the first bttf tn ! i love crayons actually

[fangirls-just-want-to-have-fun]

they are so important to me

[fourth-dimensional-thinker]

Alt Day 19 of McFly July -> a sight for sore eyes

[butchedgarfrog]

dumb bttf memes

[cheriboms]

doctober day 31: free day (halloween)

insp this scene from criminal minds :) verne and marty being buds in the cartoon genuinely WRECKS ME, they are too cute ;w;

[henry-the-queer-artist]

everyone in back to the future is bi. I don't make the rules.

[aesthetic--mood]

Back to the Future Aesthetic

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

POV: you roll up to your boyfriend's house to take that sweet new truck of his up to the lake on a trip you've been planning for a while but then his old scientist friend shows up out of nowhere in a delorean and the strangest fit ever and tells you two to get in and then the thing starts flying(??) and travels 30 years into the future(???) where supposedly your boyfriend and you are married now(??) and then you black out and wake up in your house but it's definitely not YOUR house and you can't leave because there's no HANDLES on the FREAKING DOORS and then you get greeted by your future son(???) (who looks exactly like your boyfriend by the way) (and so does your daughter?) (where the fuck did your genes go??? are his just that strong?? did we clone him???) (also you have a daughter by the way) and learn that your boyfriend (husband?) gets into this terrible accident that causes him to give up his lifelong passion and then you witness him commit fraud and get fired via two dozen fax machines and then when you finally get to escape you immediately run into yourself 30 years older(??????) and it's so shocking that you black out AGAIN and when your boyfriend wakes you up he's dressed like a cowboy for some reason(??) and then you almost get into that accident you learned about earlier but it's fine because your boyfriend received some character growth along with that odd cowboy fit of his apparently and he takes you to the train tracks to show you the wreckage of the flying delorean you got into earlier (and yes, it WAS a time machine and all of that was DEFINITELY REAL and NOT A DREAM) and now the weird cowboy fit makes a lot more sense, and then all of a sudden there's a flying train now too(??) and your boyfriend's old scientist friend pops out with an entire new family(???) and when you ask him about the fax you nicked from the future because like, he's the one who made the damn machine surely he has answers, he ends up telling you a really inspirational piece of advice, actually, and then his flying time machine train takes off in the blink of an eye and THEN suddenly your boyfriend has the worst adrenaline crash anyone has ever experienced ever and now you're standing in an empty railroad among the wreckage of a car-turned-time-machine with your boyfriend in your arms and absolutely no clue what decisions you made in your life could have possibly led up to this. your name is jennifer parker and you have just experienced the weirdest, most absurd hour of consciousness in your entire life.

loosely inspired by this fic i read! please check it out :] and while you're at it check out the rest of this author's fics :] im a big fan of the one where marty is a ghost

[brinkle-brackle]

family

(a/n: SURPRISE FIC!!!!!!!! I wrote this prose poem thingy for a class writing exercise last semester and I'm very proud of it, and I wanted to put something out for bttf day so here it is now :) I hope yall enjoy it!!)

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I have a father. A father who I am unsure if I will ever truly know in any real way. His eyes have been fixed to the television every night for as long as I can remember. He blinks in tandem with the static. He is wired, he laughs along with the laugh track. He is wired to cringe and cower beneath and stutter and laugh and laugh and laugh. His laugh, what a shaky, unsure laugh. He laughs and nods and laughs, full of fear. "Yes, sir, of course, sir, I know, sir-- hah, ouch-- yes, sir, I know, sir. You can- can count on me, sir." I ask him why he does what he does. He tells me he can do nothing else.

I have a mother, although I wonder if I ever truly had a mother. I wonder if this was something that developed as I grew up. Maybe it is just that I cannot remember her for who she used to be, or maybe she has always been like this. So jaded, so distant. A haze lies over her eyes, they are glass. Every evening they become glass. Tonight she is two vodkas in.

I have a brother who does not take his life as seriously as he should. Ever since graduating he has sat in the same place, flipping and frying. He does not like effort. He tells me that he is content as he is. A lazy smile, the stench of grease lingering from the spot he stands in even long after he has left. It is everywhere in his room. It creeps out in the wash and corrupts the rest of our clothes and bedsheets. He is turning gray before my eyes. Any longer, and I fear he will become a stone.

I have a sister, and she is miserable. Wanting and yearning, yet stifled. Aware, though. She is aware of what our parents have and what they do not have, and what they do not have she wants for herself. Her heart calls out. It tires of living in such a perpetual state of stillness, it wants to beat. A companion. A dinner for two, caring not if it will work out, just to try. That is what she wants: to try.

I have a family, and they are not you.

I have a girlfriend and she is my world. She is the sun when the clouds get thick and the clouds when the sun gets hot. She is musical laughter and stolen kisses before algebra class. She is planned-out road trips and a walk hand in hand through the town square. She is off-key, loudly-sung ABBA under the stars after leaving the cinema. She is a ride through the neighborhood, a skateboard date to 7-Eleven at twilight. She has been in the front row of every gig I have ever done (exactly two). She sings along when I practice my guitar-- not loudly, not off-key-- but just right. From her heart. She is solace.

She is everything to me, but not in the same way you are.

I sit down at the dinner table. My brother eats, but my sister prefers talking over chewing. I do not blame her, I am not hungry either. My fork becomes a rake on my plate with its slow and languid movements. Our mother speaks of her brother who will be visiting tomorrow. My sister makes a snarky comment, a blunt knife shot from between her teeth. Our mother just laughs, and it is the closest thing to genuinity I have heard from her in a long time, although it is not quite there. She calls out to our father. He does not answer, he has wired himself up to the television the way he does every night. Our mother waits, but he does not answer. He laughs along with the laugh track.

I have a father, and he is not you.

Stomach turning, I retreat to my room for the evening. I play my guitar until I hear my sister snap through the wall for me to quiet down. I prop my guitar against the wall and dial on my landline, and it rings one, two times before you answer. You greet me with warmth in your voice, you ask me how my day was. I tell you. You ask me about algebra, and I make a strange noise. You help me with my homework, we are on the phone for hours as numbers clash and meld together in my mind's eye. It is late now, and you can hear the tiredness in my voice. The math book is long gone, but we are still talking, although there are more pauses in our voices. Tomorrow is my audition, I say. You know, you remember. Come by my garage in the morning before school, you tell me-- I made something for you that might help you out with practicing. You can play without having to worry about waking your family up.

I have a father, and he is not you. But he does not ask me about my day with genuine interest. He does not help me with my algebra homework. He does not tell me his dreams and aspirations, and he does not encourage mine with equal enthusiasm. He does not give me pep talks. He does not get Burger King and offer to watch cheesy older movies with me when I have had a bad day. He does not put his heart into everything he does and include me in all of it. He does not stay on the line with me until I fall asleep, smile on my face and phone resting limply in my hand.

I am not in his world and he is not in mine. But you and I, we are engrained, woven into each others'.

I have a father, and he is not you. But family is not always the thing written in one's blood.

[knickynoo]

do you have any headcanons for what marty and jennifer’s relationship looks like post-canon? (ignoring the comics and cartoon lmaooo)

Hello! I am at last making my way through the many asks that have piled up in my ask box. My apologies.

Marty and Jen headcanons! *pats my shovel over the mound of dirt where I've just buried the comics and cartoon*

• I do think it would take them both a while to find their footing again in the time immediately following the events of the trilogy. Not in the horrible way that the comics addressed it, of course, but just in the general "Wow, these very messed up series of events happened, and we are Both Changed in various ways and now faced with Moving On" way.

A lot of things probably have to happen between them before things even slightly feel like normal again. Marty doesn't have the memories of his relationship with Lone Pine Jennifer. His Lone Pine self probably had a lot of different experiences with her (maybe they even met and started dating at a different time or under different circumstances) and there's probably a lot of very complicated emotions surrounding that. Those two need to have a VERY LONG talk where they let everything out.

• As difficult as it is at times, Jen and Marty navigate it as best they can. They make adjustments, reconnect, and come out the other side stronger. Marty finds that Jennifer is still Jennifer, and she finds that Marty is still Marty. Their love for each other doesn't change.

• I feel like I should have headcanons regarding college because that's a big milestone that has the potential to impact their relationship, but I've never really had solid ideas about it. I don't know if they would go to the same college, if one would stay close to home while the other goes away, if maybe Marty wouldn't go at all (unlikely with successful LP Lorraine and George, though). I just don't know. I've tossed around a few ideas on other posts on what Marty would be like in college, but I really can't decide my headcanons on this. It'd probably take a separate post to figure out.

• In my well-established headcanon where Doc moves back to 1985 with his family, Jennifer finds herself integrated into their life. Marty goes to visit and stays over a lot, and he brings Jennifer along as well. She and Clara become fast friends, and they learn a lot from each other. Marty and Jennifer enjoy being with Jules and Verne and also learning a lot about marriage and family life from watching Doc and Clara interact.

• Despite Doc's message that the future is what they make it, Marty and Jen feel some trepidation as their relationship evolves and heads toward marriage. They both experienced a future where they weren't happy and are afraid of walking down that same path (even with the car accident avoided). Ultimately, Marty needs to unpack some baggage he has and make the choice to NOT condemn himself to that same future. He takes Doc's words to heart and realizes he can try his best to lead himself and Jennifer into a happy life together.

I'd gotten an ask where I shared some thoughts about Marty and Jen as parents, which I'll link here. Thanks for the ask!

(also: for anyone who might be interested in some post trilogy Marty and Jen relationship content, I wrote a fic about them)

[artsyfartsypaige]

Happy Valentine’s Day!! @pepsifox88 suggested this adorable idea of Marty gifting Jennifer a mixtape for Valentines Day and how could I resist?

[forecast0ctopus]

more bttf sketches AGAIN

[latrodectal]

jennifer: boy you are so fucking stupid. marry me.