#and FAMILY

[paradoxspaceheater]

prince idra has become a feminist (surely he has no ulterior motives)

[ariella-has-lost-her-mind]

i'm succumbing to madness and i don't even have an audience

[sayonaramidnight]

On the trail we blaze!

Day 23 - Scenic hike

[jojoajah]

Only a matter of time — a BTTF fanfiction

Hello hello! No art today, but I decided to try and write some fanfiction since I haven't in a hot minute. Hopefully you guys'll like it and forgive my writing skills for being not too great (English is my second language) 😭 Honestly I just needed an outlet for more Doc and Marty. Please enjoy!

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Up on a cliff side, overlooking the jagged horizon in the distance, two men stood under a sky so blue.

“Bitchin’ view.” Marty spoke in tandem with a chuckle.

“Isn't it?” Doc replied.

The time train sat, parked just behind where they decided to recline against a large rock and facing the uneven surface of the desert far below. The two men looked around them in awe of the present details as they pointed them out.

Grass lay scarcely scattered around them, like green sprinkles on a chocolate cake, however a patch spread conveniently around the rock they leaned against and cushioned them.

“Check out that cliff, Doc.”

“Hm?”

Marty drew his pointer at a cliff not so far in the distance. Doc still had his eyes stretched open in inquisition.

“Look, that one, it's like — all leaning over. You'd think something that heavy would keel over and break off already.”

It had taken a few passing moments for Doc to reply.

“Hm,” he hummed, not eyeing the cliff as intently as his friend. “Well it's only a matter of physics, of course.”

“Yeah?”

With Marty's ears fully peeled, the scientist explained thoroughly the reasoning for the fenomena to be so. Marty might have caught a word or two that he understood, but to everything else he just nodded and hummed.

When Doc was finished, they would speak of other things, mainly about home, their respective families, and Verne's continuing insistence to learn to skateboard.

Soon they were gazing back at the view, and Marty let out a sigh in an awe that he knew would not go away soon.

“Still admiring it?” Doc then asked, a smile about his tone.

“Who wouldn't? Doc, it's gorgeous.”

“I knew you'd like it. Though, in my search for a spot like this, I worried the terrain would've been too… Grey looking.”

Marty perked up, he raised an eyebrow at that statement.

“Doc, what're you talking about? It's red as a — bottle of Heinz ketchup.”

Doc hummed at his own misinterpretation, he blinked slowly.

“Yes well — perhaps I wasn't looking the right way last time.”

“Right.”

Then the view became their focal point once more. Marty watched as wildlife emerged into the frame of his sights, and a mass of bulls and their calves sprinted towards the edge of the desert. Dirt and dust were picked up in a clouded mass by the stampede, and trailed behind them like a great cape, and they sped off to a somewhere that Marty and Doc would never know.

“They're sure in a hurry.” Marty remarked, his eyes still cast toward the disappearing herd.

“Who?”

At that, Marty paused, during which his set of auburn eyebrows raised. He looked at his friend, and there was a look of plain innocence on Doc's wrinkled visage, the same look he'd give him multiple times already. Marty let out a hum of his own, but as his lips began to part in asking, he stopped himself. In that moment he'd caught the cloudy haze in Doc Brown's irises, and he would not press on.

Marty remembered then, that where the train had taken them had no say in where their bodies reside in, and for the two men, it was 1999, and Doc was 95 years old.

“Nevermind, Doc. I was just seein’ things.”

Doc shrugged at that, he continued looking onward towards the blurry blue before him. He began to speak, but of other things. It was of history regarding the cliff, how, a hundred years prior to “now”, a family used to take residence there and lived their lives until a great storm swept their home away.

Marty listened, but he heard nothing at all. Perhaps too preoccupied with watching the wrinkles on his friend's face stretch with every opening of his jaw, every smile and eventually the frown that Doc would give him after a moment of silence.

“Are you alright, Marty?”

For some reason Marty's ears managed to catch that.

“Don't try me and say that you're fine, I'm getting bored of hearing that.” Doc said again.

It wasn't in Marty's intention to deflect, age had proven to weather his barriers down — if only a little.

Marty sighed and his gaze shifted back to the open landscape they sat facing. His eyes followed a cloud that trailed away slowly from view, he shook his head.

“Y’know I used to feel like we had all the time in the world.” He chuckled, however humorless and dry it was.

“But now I dunno — feels like time's biting us back in the ass.”

At the last few words Marty's voice was brought up to an accidental high note, and it cracked. He'd fix it with a clearing of his throat, but by that time, Doc had begun his reply.

“It sure isn't doing a bad job on you, Marty.” He smiled.

“Doc, c'mon.”

“I'm serious, you look practically the same as the day I met you.”

Marty scoffed.

“Yeah well you can thank the lack of growth for that.”

Then it was silent again. They looked in different directions, in different expressions. Marty and Doc had the misfortune of being born as men, and it was in the hard wiring of their upbringing that they would not speak truthfully about the inventory of their hearts. Marty cursed himself for shifting the mood and he began to speak,

Only for Doc to speak before him

“I used to wonder, Marty. Wonder what my passing would be like — if it had happened naturally from old age, of course.”

It seems that age has weathered Doc's barriers much further than Marty’s.

Marty registered his words a second too late for comfort, and he shook his head and would not look at his friend.

“Don't say it like that.” Marty said, but Doc had already continued.

“I imagined myself being rather content, albeit somewhat unsatisfied that I hadn't cracked every scientific secret the world had to offer.”

Doc gazed at the sky as a cloud passed over the sun.

“I'd be sad by that time, because Einstein would have probably been long gone before me, but I'd also be happy, because if heaven or some form of an afterlife existed, I'd be able to see him again, and if it didn't — well, I wouldn't be able to feel sad about it.”

“Doc,”

“But I knew that aside from everything I just said, my passing would be a happy one, because you would've been there by my side,”

“How lucky I am that I get to have Clara and the boys as well.” Doc concluded.

Marty tasted salt before he realized he was crying. He wiped away frantically the tears that raced in escape from his eyes. Becoming a family man was surely a contributing factor to his ever weakening restraints.

“You're not gonna die, Doc.” He said, a crack marking the end of each word spoken.

Doc brought a long and lanky arm around his small friend, and pressed him to his chest. Marty trembled in the hug, and returned it in a clutching manner that made Doc wince.

“You're not gonna die.”

“Even so, I know that my end in this world would be a happy one.” Doc breathed.

“And I would have you to thank for it.”

-

The turn of the century had no means of celebration, because in the spring of 2000, Marty would be standing before the grave of Dr. Emmett “Doc” Lathrop Brown.

The way he passed was as predicted, old age taking its natural course as his family and Marty sat by his side, soothing him as the withering of his soul brought his eyes to a peaceful close.

The grass beneath marty crunched with the shifting of his loafers.

The man — once a boy — had witnessed the many deaths of Doc Brown, deaths much more gruesome in method, much more tedious to prevent. However none were as frustrating as the one that became his last. This time, there was no need for bulletproof vests, no 1885 to rescue him from, no Mad Dog, only the natural breaking down of an old man's organs.

Marty bit back a sob, but one came out anyway. Even as the funeral ended hours ago, the Brown family — Marty included — would not leave the scientist's side.

It was then, that as Clara sobbed and Marty gripped her shoulder through her side, he spoke softly in a voice nobody but Doc could hear.

“We've always had enough time, haven't we, Doc?”

[lovetriangled]

sometimes when i'm bored or struggling through something i'll open a fic i've been working on and just keep going. no intention of ever posting it but it exists and i enjoy it and it is beautiful and fun and silly

[nicedeviledhamrightthere]

what can i do?

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

I know how far I go from Moana definitely fits someone from the Batfam, yet I cannot figure out who it is

Do you know? I’m trying to edit my playlist to stop having so many repeating dongs

OOHH Oh my god I had never thought of that one- In my opinion?

This is absolutely Dick longing for the freedom breaking free from Batman- he was the first

No matter how many times he tries to stick to what he believes, he's forever driven by that longing of finding on his own mission outside of what he's been taught his whole life.

It could absolutely fit several other members- But I think because it holds such a cathartic/longing version of freedom it fits Dick the best.

[frogaroundandfindout]

Garth’s imploding home life after he risks his life for the titans and upon waking up asks if they’re safe instead of dolphin or his baby (titans #47)

[starzzach]

inspiration for this comes in short and small bursts. shout out 2 the sainz sister(s).

part 1 here and part 2 here!

Charles wants to make an announcement. Carlos isn't sure he's ready.

—

"God, be careful," Carlos hisses.

His hands have already made a home on Charles' waist, and Charles supposes he would be foolish to expect this to change any time in the next five months, or even beyond.

It's not even like Charles has done anything or tried to do anything that might warrant the need to be exceedingly careful. The baby has just started to show on his belly and Carlos has been so, so insufferable Charles has been wandering around half wondering if it's too late to run away and raise the little one on his own.

Of course, the 'heartwrenching' calls from Carlos could hardly keep him away for long, anyway. These 'heartwrenching' requests is how Charles wound up in Carlos' family home for the very first time, pregnant and nauseous and just about ready to die.

"I'm fine," he snaps, wriggling away. He's been able to hide the very slight bump under a multitude of thick, oversized sweaters – some his own, some Carlos'. It's the least he is owed, especially considering the behaviour he has to endure.

It's funny, really, it is. Carlos' mother – Reyes, she insists he call her, but he knows by now it's probably a lie – is out in the garden arguing with Carlos' father – he decidedly does not ask Charles to call him anything but Sainz Señor – about Halloween decorations, which left Charles and Carlos to their own devices in the kitchen.

They've been disagreeing for days over the announcement of the baby. Charles thinks, since Carlos had made him come out here anyway, they should just tell them, but Carlos thinks it's too soon, which is basically code for 'I don't know what they're going to say'.

Charles might run out into the garden and scream it out right now, really. Ana pokes her head into the kitchen, mischief in her eyes. She cooes at them, slipping in to steal Carlos' mug of coffee. "Look at you two, playing house."

"Good morning," Charles says softly while Carlos merely grunts in acknowledgement.

"So, what trouble did Carletes get you into?" she asks, popping up onto the counter across from him. "How did he get you to come all this way?"

"I didn't get him into any trouble," Carlos protests, though the little baby in Charles' stomach might disagree. "He's here because I asked him to be."

Ana passes the cup over to Charles, half full still. Charles makes to finish it, but before he can, Carlos snatches it out of his hand, nearly spilling all of its contents in the process. "Carlos!"

"Don't drink that," he insists, instead downing it all in one big swallow. Charles pouts, not really mad at all, but it's always fun to make Carlos feel guilty.

Ana gapes. "You're going to let him get away with that?"

"He shouldn't be drinking coffee," Carlos dismisses absentmindedly, and Charles belatedly realises he and Carlos are the only ones who know why Charles shouldn't drink coffee. Oh, no–

Ana's eyes narrow in suspicion. "And why do you decide that?"

That's... not at all how Charles thought this might go. Next to him, it seems like Carlos has forgotten how to speak, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Charles' eyes dart between the two and he clocks in the moment the realisation dawns on Ana, her mouth slowly contorting to a grin.

Charles watches wide-eyed as it turns into a full verbal sibling brawl. "Is it because he would get sick?" she asks, completely turned to Carlos.

Carlos blinks in that adorable way of his, thoughts slow to form. "I, what–"

"And he would get sick because," she presses. Ana takes a deep breath in, then yells at the top of her lungs: "¡MAMÁ, CARLETES Y SU NOVIO TIENEN ALGO QUE DECIR!" ["MOM, CARLETES AND HIS BOYFRIEND HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY!"]

"¡NO NOSOTRAS NO!" ["NO WE DON'T!"] Carlos shouts, at the same time his mother yells back, "¿SU QUÉ?" ["HIS WHAT?"]

Charles bites down on his tongue hard because he knows it's the only way he'll be able to stop himself from bursting into spontaneous laughter (or tears). Before long, Reyes appears in the doorway, hands on her hips and Sainz Señor right behind her. Blanca rises from her home on the couch, peering at them from the living room.

She levels her son with a stare. "¿Tienes algo que decirnos, Carletes?" ["Do you have something to tell us, Carletes?"]

Charles isn't really sure when he'd even slipped off the counter, let alone when he'd started rubbing comforting circles into the small of Carlos' back. His teammate-boyfriend-fatherofhisimpendingchild swallows harshly. "Sí, mamá. Charles and I..." His arm wraps back around Charles' waist, grip light, hesitant – unsure. "We..."

"Just say it," he whispers, wanting to get it over with already.

"When we do this at your house next week we'll see how you say it," Carlos whispers back, and Charles doesn't tell him that his family already knows.

"You are so slow," Ana complains from behind them. "Mamá, papá, Carletes va a tener un bebé. That's the big reveal." ["Mom, Dad, Carletes is having a baby."]

"Well I'm the one having the baby," Charles mutters to no one. He blinks and suddenly he's being choked smothered into a hug. He awkwardly brings his free arm up to pat Reyes on the back, instinctively aware of how close she – a stranger by all means – is to his stomach, his child.

Carlos must notice the change in his scent, because he's pulling them both out of the embrace and then pulling Charles back into his side, scenting him slightly. Sainz Señor comes around to give them a gruff congratulations, giving Carlos a half hug while Blanca whoops and hollers and cheers from the living room.

"A baby," Reyes says emotionally, looking on the verge of tears. "This is just the best news." Sainz Señor doesn't look like he agrees, but Charles chooses to ignore that.

He tries to inch away quietly, thinking that the questions would be best left up to Carlos, but Reyes stops him on his way out. "Welcome to the family, mijo."

God. Charles might melt into a pile of goo. His legs certainly seem to agree, because:

"Be careful," Carlos hisses again, already lifting him upright.

[walkingbandtee]

I wish they thought I was strong. How am I ever supposed to believe in myself again when they've all given up on me, too?

background art found on Pinterest. artist - Daniel Lieske

[moony-t0ast]

It was my birthday yesterday and I had the best day ever 🥹 I didn’t even cry this year…

[sayonaramidnight]

The usual stuff.

[karafina]

doumekis from the fanfic 'attendant'

[tiranniesu]

pics of cute little animals make life worth living