#everything about marty is interesting to *me*

[astriiformes]

You're in the stacks claiming that just because BttF falls prey to 1950s nostalgia its entire relationship with gender is rooted in reactionary Reagan-era conceptions of masculinity; I am on tumblr claiming that Marty being a teen male protagonist with a character arc that can be seen as eschewing toxic masculinity makes him a particularly interesting target for analyses of the films rooted in alternative masculinities, we are not the same.

Also he's transgender but that's beside the point.

Nothing will ever be as bad as Dracula scholarship when it comes to seeing what academics have written about my special interests, but I gotta admit. I was poking around in the university library today and the couple of books I found that made reference to Back to the Future were really trying me.

[novlr]

Is there a process for writing a novel, or does everyone just figure out what works for them? I feel like I’m making it up as I go and wondering if that’s normal.

This is a question that writers, especially new writers, ask across the board. Is there a process, a right way of creating the story, and am I doing it the best way possible?

If you’re interested in efficiency, you might hate the idea of moving full steam ahead on a project without knowing whether you’re using the best process for writing. So many writers provide “helpful” tips like “write every day.” When you think about it, that’s rather a worthless bit of advice, isn’t it? So what if I write every day? Am I writing in the right order? Will it all flow together in the end? What if I write every day, but none of it makes sense?

Well……

I’ve read a lot of books about writing and tried a lot of different processes. I’ve come to the conclusion, based on both research and practice, that there is no specific process for writing a novel. The number of workable processes is as abundant as the number of novels that exist. 

But this is no reason to get discouraged!

We can still glean some wisdom from other writers who have finished novels and use their knowledge to help us finish our own. I love reviewing the details, however great or small, that other writers give to offer glimpses into their personal writing processes. These are some of the quotes that have helped me create my own personal process. I tend to operate in a more intuitive style than a direct, organised approach, feeling personally that a story must unfold naturally in order to flow in a way that makes sense to me. And I personally love the sandbox imagery! It makes the idea of a process seem more playful and far less serious and rigid.

What we can learn from other writers

The beauty of writing is that every author’s journey is unique, yet we can all learn from each other’s experiences. Some of the most insightful wisdom about the writing process comes from those who have walked this path before us. These writers don’t just tell us what to do, they share their personal relationships with the process, their struggles, and their moments of revelation.

What’s particularly striking about these perspectives is how they embrace the messiness and uncertainty of the creative process. Rather than prescribing rigid rules, they offer metaphors and frameworks that can help us understand our own approach to writing. Here are some particularly illuminating quotes that capture different ways of thinking about the writing process:

“I’m writing a first draft and reminding myself that I’m simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.” —Shannon Hale

“I long ago abandoned myself to a blind lust for the written word. Literature is my sandbox. In it I play, build my forts and castles, spend glorious time.” —Rabih Alameddine

“I write just about everything piecemeal…It’s effective because it works; I’m never held up stewing about What Comes Next— I don’t care what comes next, I just care about something I can see happening. The order of the happening has a logic to it (often, more than one), and that will become clear to me as I work.” —Diana Gabaldon

“I think there are two types of writers, the architects and the gardeners. The architects plan everything ahead of time, like an architect building a house. They know how many rooms are going to be in the house, what kind of roof they’re going to have, where the wires are going to run, what kind of plumbing there’s going to be. They have the whole thing designed and blueprinted out before they even nail the first board up. The gardeners dig a hole, drop in a seed and water it. They kind of know what seed it is, they know if planted a fantasy seed or mystery seed or whatever. But as the plant comes up and they water it, they don’t know how many branches it’s going to have, they find out as it grows. And I’m much more a gardener than an architect.” —George R. R. Martin

Common writing processes

While there’s no “right” way to write a novel, there are several common approaches that writers tend to gravitate toward. Understanding these can help you find or develop a process that works for you:

The Plotter

Creates detailed plot outlines before writing.

Develops character profiles and backstories.

Maps out story beats and major plot points.

Researches extensively before drafting.

Works from a structured chapter plan.

The Pantser

Starts with a basic premise or character.

Lets the story unfold organically.

Discovers the plot through writing.

Makes notes about story elements as they emerge.

Revises extensively after the first draft.

The Plantser

Combines planning and discovery writing.

Creates loose outlines that allow for flexibility.

Plans major plot points but discovers the connections as they write.

Develops some characters fully while letting others evolve organically.

Adjusts the outline as the story develops.

Finding your process

The key to developing your own writing process is experimentation. Try different approaches and take note of what works best for you:

Start small

Test different methods on short stories.

Try writing scenes both with and without outlines.

Experiment with different planning tools and software.

Practice different prewriting techniques.

Observe your natural tendencies

Notice when you feel most productive.

Pay attention to what blocks your progress.

Identify your preferred writing environment.

Recognise your natural storytelling style.

Adapt and combine methods

Take elements from different approaches.

Modify existing processes to suit your needs.

Be flexible and willing to change methods.

Create hybrid systems that work for you.

Remember, your writing process can and should evolve as you grow as a writer. What works for one project might not work for another, and that’s perfectly fine. The goal is to find methods that help you tell your stories effectively and enjoyably.

[ticifics]

Drive-In Heartbeats

Dave Lizewski x f!reader

Summary: In which Dave discovers that being just a friend was never enough.

Warnings: fluffy, pre relationship, first kiss, no use of y/n, a few fun facts, provocative!reader, suggestive

A/N: I could hardly believe my luck in finding a photo in a drive-in with Back to the Future

and thanks to @lilyypotter1234, I've been feeling a bit unmotivated to write and your message helped me, thank you very much <333

The huge screen of the drive-in displayed scenes from Back to the Future. The familiar soundtrack filled the air with nostalgia, but Dave’s focus wasn’t on the movie. He was sitting in the car, that old model he loved, with a front seat that seemed made for moments like this. You were so close that your shoulders and thighs touched, and that was all he could perceive. The sweet smell of chocolate mixed with the aged scent of the upholstery, and every time you rustled the candy bag or let out a soft laugh, his heart raced.

The movie was halfway through, but your conversation hadn’t slowed down. It was easy to be next to him — comfortable, yet with that tension hanging in the air, like something more was always about to happen.

“Did you know the original ending was completely different?” you asked, nibbling on the last piece of chocolate in your hand. Your voice was soft, but carried the excitement typical of someone who loved those little tidbits.

“Different how?” Dave adjusted his glasses and turned his head toward you, his blue eyes sparkling with interest. He always seemed more alive when the topic was something nerdy.

“In the first draft of the script, the 80’s George McFly would grab an old 1955 newspaper with a photo of Marty at the dance. He’d look at his son and be shocked, saying something like ‘This can’t be… this is the...’” You paused dramatically, smiling when you saw Dave completely focused on you. “And then the movie would end right there, without him managing to say the name.”

Dave blinked, the expression torn between fascination and slight indignation. “You’re kidding? That would be so frustrating! Who ends a movie like that? I’d want to blow up the cinema.”

“And you don’t think you’d blow up the cinema with that ending where Doc shows up out of nowhere saying they have to save Marty’s kids?” you teased, leaning a little closer to him.

Dave opened his mouth to respond, but ended up laughing and shaking his head, surrendering. “Okay, you’ve got a point.” He smiled that shy smile that made the air feel lighter — but at the same time, his proximity made the atmosphere warmer, more intense.

You reached out for the candy bag, only to realize it was in Dave’s lap. Before you could say anything, he grabbed a piece of chocolate and held it out for you.

“Thanks,” you murmured, but instead of taking it with your hand, you leaned in and opened your mouth, hoping he’d understand. Dave froze immediately, as if his brain was trying to process the gesture.

“Wait, you... want me to—?” He didn’t finish the sentence, his voice coming out quieter than usual.

“Uh-huh,” you responded, tilting your head slightly and keeping your gaze fixed on him, amused by the way his ears turned red.

He hesitated for a moment before leaning in slowly and placing the chocolate on your lips. But before he could pull his hand back, you lightly closed your lips around his finger, biting it gently and deliberately.

Dave made an indistinct sound, somewhere between a nervous laugh and a surprised sigh. “Did you... just bite my finger?” He blinked, clearly unsure what to do with the moment.

“It was an accident,” you lied shamelessly, the corner of your lips pulling into a mischievous smile.

He kept staring at you, his eyebrows slightly raised behind his glasses. His eyes were locked on yours, as if trying to decipher your intentions, but the heat building between you both said everything.

“You do that on purpose,” he whispered finally, his voice barely audible. He looked away for a second, as if trying to regain control of the situation, but the parted lips and the nervous movement of his fingers gave him away.

“Do what?” you asked, leaning in just enough for your knees to touch his.

Dave looked down, at the almost nonexistent space between you, then back up to your eyes. He was so close you could count his eyelashes, and there was something in his expression that felt more intense than ever. The slight tremor in his breath was impossible to ignore.

“You have... chocolate here,” he said finally, his voice hoarse and low, as if the words were struggling to come out. He pointed to the corner of your lips, but his hand lingered in the air for a moment, unsure if he should move.

You tilted your head slightly, the smile on your face barely hiding the provocation. “Here, where?”

Dave seemed to be fighting with himself internally, but then, as if summoning sudden courage, he leaned in even closer. His hand moved slowly, hesitantly, and his fingers touched the corner of your mouth gently, wiping away the chocolate residue.

The gesture lasted only a second, but it was enough to ignite the air between you. The touch was soft, but the intensity in his gaze while doing it was almost overwhelming. He tried to pull his hand away quickly, but you held his wrist, stopping him from going too far.

“Thanks,” you murmured, your voice low and heavy with something you knew he understood perfectly. His thumb still brushed your skin, almost involuntarily, and his fingers remained where they were, creating an undeniable connection.

Dave opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. His eyes were locked on yours, as if searching for something — or perhaps waiting for a sign. The silence was as thick as the tension between you, and the movie continued in the background, completely ignored.

You let go of his wrist, but didn’t move your hand. Dave hesitated for another moment before moving again. His thumb slid slowly, almost reluctantly, across the corner of your lips, as if he wanted to be sure there was no more chocolate left. But his gaze said the gesture meant much more.

“All set,” he said, but the word sounded strangled, almost as if he had to force it out.

“Are you sure?” you asked, leaning in just a bit more, your voice soft but carrying that challenging tone.

“I... think so,” he answered, almost in a whisper, his eyes dropping quickly to your mouth before returning to yours.

The space between you was so small now that just one move would bring you together. Dave seemed to be holding his breath, and the way he pressed his hands against his lap showed just how hard he was fighting something. But the way he looked at you — like it was impossible to look away — betrayed that he was holding on by a thread.

You tilted your head slightly to the side, your lips curling into a mischievous smile. “It’s okay, Dave. No need to be nervous.”

“I’m not nervous,” he immediately retorted, but the blush creeping up his cheeks and ears told a different story.

“Oh, really?” you teased, your fingers moving to lightly touch his arm, sliding along the sleeve of his sweatshirt almost absentmindedly.

Dave chuckled softly, but didn’t say anything. He just looked at you, as if trying to gather the courage to do or say something. When you stopped touching his arm, his fingers moved almost reflexively, gently resting on yours, as if he wanted to keep the contact.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he murmured, his eyes still locked on yours. There was a desperate tone in his voice, but at the same time, he seemed completely fascinated.

“Maybe,” you replied, leaning in just enough for your faces to be inches apart. “And you?”

Dave blinked, clearly caught off guard by the question. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. All he could do was stare at you, his blue eyes shining with something between desire and doubt. It was as if he were frozen, his thoughts racing at high speed as he struggled to find something to say.

You could feel his breath, short and almost shaky, mingling with yours. Dave’s eyes didn’t stray for even a second, and the way he was so focused on you made it feel like the rest of the world didn’t exist. His chest rose and fell, the nervousness evident in every little movement.

You broke the silence. Your voice came out softly, almost as if the words had slipped out before you could stop them.

“I know we’re just friends...” you started, the phrase hanging in the air for a moment, as if you wanted to make sure he was listening. “But I would kiss you if you asked.”

His reaction was immediate. Dave blinked quickly, as if shocked, and his parted lips froze. He seemed like he wanted to respond, but the words were stuck in his throat. You saw his hands move slightly, as if he were about to do something, but he froze, his gaze becoming even more intense.

“Are you... serious?” he finally managed to ask, his voice hoarse and hesitant. He tilted his head slightly, as if needing to confirm that he had heard right.

You shrugged, a soft, teasing smile playing on your lips. “Looks like you’ll have to find out.”

Dave’s eyes briefly dropped to your mouth before returning to yours, and the way he bit his lower lip made your heart race. He seemed torn, as if fighting against the barrier that had existed between you — the barrier that until now was the certainty that you were just friends.

“I…” he began, but stopped, his fingers absently tracing the steering wheel as if he needed something to hold onto. “Do you know what you’re saying?”

“I do.” Your voice was firm, but there was a sweetness in the way you spoke, an attempt to reassure him. You leaned in a little closer, enough for your knees to press against his again, and gently placed your hand over his.

Dave held his breath at the touch, and his eyes fixed on your hand for a moment before looking back at you. “I... I don’t want to ruin anything,” he murmured, but the hesitation in his voice revealed that he was on the verge of giving in.

You smiled, a small, confident smile, but there was something vulnerable in it too. “What if it doesn’t ruin anything? What if it’s exactly what needed to happen?”

Dave seemed incapable of processing what you were saying. He was so close now that it would take just a move from you to close the distance between you. And as he stared at you, as if trying to decide what to do, you saw determination slowly rising on his face.

“You don’t know how much I’ve wanted this,” he said, almost in a whisper, the words laden with sincerity and something deeper.

The silence between you was louder than any sound around you. It felt as if the entire world had stopped at that moment, waiting to see what the next step would be. You could feel the tension growing with each passing second, and the proximity was so electrifying that it made your skin tingle.

“Then kiss me, Dave,” you murmured, your eyes locked with his, not looking away. “Unless you prefer me to take the lead.”

He laughed softly, nervously, but there was something more in the laugh. Something that showed he was finally giving in. “You’re impossible,” he said, his voice low, but full of affection.

And then he leaned in, hesitant at first, as if checking if it was really allowed, but the hesitation lasted only a moment. When his lips finally met yours, the touch was gentle, almost shy, but quickly became something more intense, more sincere, as if he were pouring everything he had kept inside for so long into the kiss.

The world around you disappeared completely. All that existed was the warmth of his touch, the way his fingers found their way to the back of your neck, holding you as if afraid you might disappear. And when you leaned in even closer, deepening the kiss, it was as if something had finally clicked into place.

When you separated, breathless, Dave’s eyes still shone with that mixture of nervousness and euphoria. He laughed softly, but it was an uncertain sound, as if he were still trying to process what had just happened. Resting his forehead against yours for a moment, he whispered, almost out of breath:

“So... friends?”

The hesitation in his voice was evident. It was as if he were trying to gauge the situation, figure out how far he could go without crossing an invisible line he didn’t even know existed. His fingers, still resting on your neck, traced a small, nervous circle, as if even without realizing it, he was seeking something to hold on to.

You tilted your head slightly, your eyes fixed on his, and raised an eyebrow with a small smile on your lips. The kind of smile that could either reassure him or make him even more anxious.

“Is that what you want?” you asked, your voice low and carrying something that made his breath hitch for a second.

Dave blinked, surprised by your direct question. His blue eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, he seemed unsure of what to say. But then you saw something change. Doubt gave way to quiet determination, as if he were finally willing to be honest with himself and with you.

“No.” The word slipped out before he could hold it back, but he didn’t retreat. On the contrary, he moved closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “No, that’s not what I want.”

You didn’t respond immediately. Instead, you let his words hang between you, feeling the weight of them. The silence that followed was almost palpable, but not uncomfortable. It was full of possibilities, full of what you both knew was coming.

“Then what do you want, Dave?” you murmured, leaning in a little more, enough for your lips to almost touch his again.

He swallowed hard, his gaze briefly dropping to your mouth before returning to your eyes. “I want you,” he finally said, his voice coming out as a whisper, but filled with so much sincerity that it seemed to echo in the small space of the car.

His confession made your heart race, and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your lips. He seemed so vulnerable, but at the same time so sure, as if he had just laid all his cards on the table.

“And you’ve got me,” you replied, the softness in your voice contrasting with the intensity of the moment.

His eyes softened, but the desire still shone in them. As if to test the waters, he moved the hand that had been on your neck, tracing a slow path to your cheek. His touch was so careful it almost seemed reverent, but there was something in his fingers — a slight tremble, perhaps? — that showed just how much he was feeling.

“I think I’ve always wanted this,” he murmured, more to himself than to you.

“And why didn’t you say anything?” you asked, your voice coming out softer than you meant.

He laughed, a short, nervous sound. “Because I thought you’d never see me like this. I mean, look at you...” He stopped, the sentence unfinished, but the look in his eyes said it all.

“And look at you,” you shot back, a smile forming as you leaned even closer. “I think you underestimated how much I see you, Dave.”

He seemed stunned, but before he could say anything, you took the initiative this time. Your lips met his again, and the kiss was anything but hesitant. It was as if all the nervousness, all the doubt, had disappeared. The intensity was palpable, and the way he responded to the kiss, his hands firmly on your waist, showed that he too was determined not to hold anything back anymore.

When you finally pulled apart again, breathless and even closer, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed for a moment. “I don’t want to be just your friend anymore,” he admitted, almost like a confession, but with the firmness of someone who knew exactly what they wanted.

“Good,” you replied, a soft but teasing smile on your lips, “because I don’t want to be just your friend anymore either.”

Dave laughed, the tension easing a little, but there was still an electricity in the air. He gently ran his thumb along the line of your jaw, the touch so soft it almost felt like a whisper.

“Does this mean I can kiss you whenever I want now?” he asked, his voice filled with a mix of playfulness and genuine hope.

“It means you should,” you replied, leaning in again, leaving no room for doubt.

The kiss that followed was even slower, deeper, as if each movement was a silent promise. Dave seemed to lose any trace of hesitation, his hands finding their way to your waist, holding you firmly but still with that care that seemed to be so characteristic of him. The car, small and cramped, became a space where you needed nothing else but each other.

The sound of the movie continued in the background, but you both no longer paid attention. It was almost comical that Back to the Future was playing in front of you while you were creating a new moment, one that no one but the two of you could witness.

“I can’t believe we paid for this just to ignore the movie,” you murmured against his lips, your voice full of provocation.

He laughed, his forehead still resting against yours, as his fingers slid along your back in distracted touches, but ones that sent shocks through your skin. “I think I’ve never been more grateful for not paying attention to something,” he replied, with a smile that lit up his blue eyes.

You smiled, running your hands along his shoulders, your fingers tracing the outline of the collar of the t-shirt he was wearing. “And you don’t want to watch it after all?”

“Not even a little,” he answered immediately, leaning in to kiss you again, more briefly this time, but still enough to leave no doubt. “I prefer this.”

The heat building between you made the space even tighter, more intimate. He shifted a little, adjusting so you could be even closer, his arm slipping behind you, while your head rested on his shoulder. It was almost ridiculous how natural it felt to be this way, as if you belonged to each other and hadn’t realized it until now.

You looked at him, your faces so close that it was impossible not to notice the rosy tint on his cheeks, the shine in his eyes that said more than any words could. And when he spoke again, his voice was so soft it seemed like a secret.

“I don’t know how it took me so long to figure this out. You... are everything.”

The intensity of the sentence made your chest tighten in a good way, as if something had finally clicked into place. You didn’t need to respond immediately, because his hands were holding yours now, fingers intertwined as if he wanted to make sure you were there, that this was real.

“Dave,” you whispered, the word heavy with emotion, “if this means we’ll have more nights like this... then please, keep taking so long to figure things out.”

He laughed, a soft, carefree sound, before leaning in to kiss you again.

[ash5monster01]

Could you pretty please do Marty Mcfly x reader? One where they're friends and they're hanging out in the Doc's garage and marty is showing her everything and idk where to go from there.

I'm so glad you write for him. I feel like he gets no attention!

Thank you!

All of You

Pairing: Marty McFly x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, unreciprocated feelings, self doubt, cheesy lovesick teenagers, soft intimacy. 

Summary: When your lifelong friend and short time crush invites you to spend an evening in Doc’s garage, you don’t expect the outcome it actually brings. 

word count: 1.5k

Masterlist

When you had agreed to join Marty during practice tonight, that is what you had expected him to do. Especially since he was dead set on landing the school dance gig. Yet the second you walk through the doors of Doc's garage that entire plan is thrown to the wind. Marty takes one look at your curious eyes and next you know he's showing you everything the large garage witheld. Every trinket, experiment, odd and end. It started with the clocks, him explaining Doc’s incessant need to collect so many. Then it spiraled from there, a prideful look on his face as he explained all the mystical things the garage held. 

“You know, I’d think you’d be more into science then you actually are based on how much you know about this stuff” you tell him while he’s showing you a particularly weird trinket, not even beginning to understand what it does or at least what Doc says it does. 

“I don’t know, I find it interesting, but science has never really come to me. Not like it does for Doc” Marty shrugs, hands reaching to set down one of Doc’s inventions. You knew he really cared for his relationship with the older man, most likely because he wasn’t all that close with his father. 

“I don’t think you’re giving yourself the benefit of the doubt. You’re smart Marty, I’ve known that my whole life” you tell him, hand reaching to squeeze his shoulder and you miss the way he tenses at your touch. The longing in his eyes as he lets the compliment settle into his bloodstream. 

“Don’t you hear Mr. Strickland? You’re a slacker Marty” the boy mocks the teachers voice, flopping onto the couch and closing his eyes. You sigh and move closer to him, taking a seat in the spot beside him before setting a comforting hand on his thigh. 

“You’re not a slacker Marty, in fact you’re one of the most dedicated guys I know. You need to stop being so hard on yourself” you say a touch annoyed. It was exhausting how often you had to remind the boy how amazing he was. His attitude was a direct response from years of watching his Dad think he wasn’t good enough. To you he was one of the most caring and genuine people you knew. 

“I know, but why should I if you’ve got all the confidence I need” he says, a teasing tone and smirk on his face. You roll your eyes and give him a slight shove, trying not to smile when he laughs loudly at the action. 

“It’s exhausting carrying around mine and you’re own confidence. Besides, you need yours to land this band gig. Which brings me to my next point which is you haven’t even attempted to practice yet” you tell him, a pointed but unserious look on your face. If you were being honest he didn’t really need the practice. He was already amazing at what he did. Sometimes he got carried away but that was rock n’ roll, it’s how to was supposed to be. 

“I don’t want to practice. I just want to sit here with you” and he instantly blushes at how whiny and needy he sounds, especially towards his own best friend. You don’t even notice though, trying to mask your own heart stuttering in your chest at the sentiment. 

“If that’s all you want, who am I to complain” you say before readjusting and leaning into him. You try not to focus on how warm he is or the way your palms begin to sweat from nervousness. This was Marty after all, you’re eldest friend and the one person in the world you should be the most comfortable with. Yet the thing about crushes is you couldn’t control the things they will do to you. No matter who it’s on. 

Marty doesn’t expect the closeness but allows it anyway, lifting his arm so you can tuck up underneath his side, lowering it around you the second you’re comfortable. He prays you can’t feel his heart racing in his chest, the way you settle against him so naturally, it made him wish you were his. The one person in this world to love and to keep. Not be held back from kissing you or telling you how he feels every time he fears he will lose you as a friend. 

“You ever wonder what it would be like to be more than friends?” You blurt out, a mix of confidence and desperation causing you to ask the blunt question. Maybe it was easier because he couldn’t see your face. Or maybe it was the annoyance over how you could be so close to him like this and not gain anything from it. You were tired of tip toeing around the fact that he was the one person in this world you truly loved and couldn’t do a damn thing about it. 

“What?” Marty asks, a bit shocked and thrown off guard and you can’t help the way you stiffen beside him. 

“It’s just, we spend so much time together and I’ve never been uncomfortable. It just seems weird that two people who know each other so intimately haven’t been, well, intimate” you blush a deep red, even the tips of your ears fading into a soft pink, thankful he still couldn’t see your face head on. Yet you thought to soon because Martys hand is grasping your chin, turning to look him in the eye where you can see his own face is a soft shade of pink as well. 

“I’m not really sure what to say” and suddenly you’re embarrassed, that confidence long gone as you begin to shake your head, and fight of the burning feeling at the back of your eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I’m being stupid, I shouldn’t of said anything” you start to move away from him, feeling like an idiot and ashamed you would even bring it up. Yet his hand on your arm stops you, your eyes glancing at his grip and then up to meet his own, a desperation and something else entirely bubbling underneath the surface. 

“It’s not stupid, in fact I think about it all the time myself if I’m being honest” he admits sheepishly, eye glancing anywhere but your own and you swear your heart freezes in your chest. Trying to understand what this could really truly mean and if it would mean what you hope it does. 

“Really? And it doesn’t weird you out?” You ask and the boy snorts, trying not to laugh too loudly because you had amused him with such a silly question. 

“Why would it weird me out? Just because I’m your friend doesn’t mean I don’t notice how gorgeous you are. In fact it’s kinda hard not to notice especially since your my favorite person in this world” he says like it’s the most obvious thing and now you’re sure your entire body is fire truck red because the boy you loved just called you gorgeous. 

“Yeah well if you weren’t so damn cute all the time neither of us would be in this predicament” you agree and finally Marty smiles because he knows you. He knows this is your way of joking about your feelings to soften the blow if it doesn’t go your way. That if right now he said he didn’t want you it could be a cushion to protect you from the punch. 

“Hey, I like you more than friends. I never had to wonder because it’s how I always look at you” and you gulp nervously, not expecting the forthcoming honesty, considering this whole conversation had been you both tip toeing around each other. 

“Really?” You ask, voice slightly shaky and mostly hopeful and Marty smiles, pulling you close. When he doesn’t provide an answer you feel the panic begin to swell but then suddenly his nose is nudging against your own, hot breath fanning across you lips, and just like that you’re puddy in the boys hands. His answer comes when his lips press softly against your own, not to desperate but just enough to get the point ocross. It takes a moment to even process what was happening, how you were locking lips with your best friend, but when reality sets in you can’t help how desperately you kiss him back. Needing to feel closer to him in this moment than you ever have. After was feels like hours he finally pulls away, pecking one soft kiss into your lips before his eyes focus into your own.

“Believe me now?” He says, oozing the confidence you had tried to pull out of him when you had first gotten here and you can’t help the way you giggle as you hug him close.

“Yeah, I believe you” 

[jealousmartini]

"..like c'mon Taz. You know the world doesn't revolve around you"..."i think you'll find it does."

VICTORIOUS & ICARLY CROSSOVER ACTING DR

⌗ WHOSE THAT CHIC ꜝ

000 :: short summary — 18 year old Lucia laCruz born June 20th, 1992 in London, UK, finds herself living her dream career as a rookie actor, in Nickelodeon's Victorious in the year 2010 to 2013 not knowing she would play one of the most iconic side characters in the show "Tazzmin Martinez" along side Ariana Grande as Cat Valentine, Avan Jogia as Beck, Leon Thomas the 3rd as Andre, Elizabeth Gillies as Jade and Matt Bennett as Robbie. With Victoria Justice as the main character, Tori Vega.

Even after the American sitcom abruptly ended in 2013, this wouldn't be the last time she'd make an iconic appearance on a media as her acting, singing and dancing skills would keep people around the world hooked on her, waiting for more.

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001 :: character name — Tazzmin Martinez

002 :: nicknames — Taz, Marti, Martini, Big T

003 :: age — 16/17

004 :: [Victorious] first appearance episode — "show, don't tell" season.1 ep.5

005 :: character personality — if orange, purple, pink and red were a person (w/ a hint of blue) ★ spontaneous ★ very much ambiverted ★ cunty ★ easily flustered ★ expressive ★ oblivious ★ kinda freaky

006 :: backstory — Tazzmin, originally supposed to be a small side character that would not have much appearance on the show, gets the one chance to expand as a main side character in Victorious and becomes the "Everything arts, fashion, music and Cinematography crazy" Taz Martinez, who travels from her home in the UK to LA to show off her many areas of talent and skills in hopes of introducing new and fresh ideas to America such as Kpop in her music numbers, completely oblivious to what strange and wacky scenarios she would be put in to interact with the main cast of characters against her own will.

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007 :: character relationships

⌗ Professor Alcowitz (or wtv his name is) — "What a personality Tazzmin is! She's almost as bad as Tori's sister Trina!"

"I will admit though, she is a powerhouse who doesn't know how to hone her skills properly. She needs some proper guidance and by GOD I am not putting one of her friends to mentor her. I've seen the way she looks at them..."

"Every other week, I swear I have a new student, but no, it's just Tazzmin in a new wig"

💌 ..1 message from Taz, "oh. Thats probably the coconut juice speaking. ignore him" "??/10"

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⌗ Tori — Cool acquaintances! "She's pretty... interesting..! I think she can be pretty unpredictable at times, which kinda scares me but overall she's a really cool girl!

💌 ..1 message from Taz, "I mean she's definitely there! There isn't much I have to say about her because we don't really hang out that much. Our personalities don't mingle as well as id like them to. Her sister is pretty cool though! Love Trina!!! "4/10"

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⌗ Cat — Cat personality x Cat person "OMGG HAVE YOU SEEN THE WIGS SHE COMES IN WITH?? My personal favourite is her green one. I hope she'll lend me one of hers, one day.."

"She's so cool! And she knows a lot too. I can't count how many times I've gone to her for help on literally ANYTHING and she always helps me and some!"

💌 ..1 message from Taz, "Not to be dramamtic but i would die for her. Shes my babyy" "8/10"

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# Jade — The unlikely duo/Yin and Yang! "Weird. Sassy. Very unfiltered. Kind of airheaded. But at least she can dress better than these losers"

"She's way more capable of things I didn't even know she could do. I underestimated her before but I've grown to respect her."

"I've seen the way she looks at Andre, Robbie, me and Beck and she thinks she's slick. Just know. I know what you are Taz..."

💌 ..1 message from Taz, "I dont know what shes talking about dont listen to her. Other than THAT.. Her loud and scary persona doesnt fool me. I can tame that beast." "8/10"

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⌗ Robbie — Cunty babe x nerdy guy trope/ "Taz... kinda makes me nervous with how.. assertive and blunt she can be at times haha.. but tbh what girl doesn't make me nervous."

"It's honestly shocking how much stuff she carries in that one bag. I tried to carry it for her once and I felt my arm dislocate! She's got something for EVERYTHING in there!"

💌 ..1 message from Taz, "My god that loser is so FUCKING CUTEEE. I like to tease him a lot which his puppet Rex equally finds funny lmao. He can hit it." "9/10"

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⌗ Andre — Wonder duo/My ride or die "Gotta love Taz! She's extremely talented, a bit of a busy body always doing multiple things at once, she's stylish, funny and just a whole vibe gotta be on the same level to get her"

"Were attached by the hip. I probably spend the most time with her, Robbie and Beck."

"She DEFINITELY has a thing for Robbie, Jade and Beck."

💌 ..1 message from Taz, "Im so glad i met Andre. Hes the one i go to for musical advice. And all of his songs slap." "8/10"

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⌗ Beck — Partners in crime/My ride or die part.2 "Oh Taz! She's... something! That's not to say I don't get along with her, cus I do but yknow.. the things she says catches me off guard."

"Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who clocks what outrageous things she says at times and it makes me feel like I'm going insane. I think she does it on purpose"

💌 ..1 message from Taz, "I do it on purpose. And smash." "9/10"

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character iconic discography

⌗ list coming sooooooonnnn —

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Known for

Acapella singing ★ music production ★ juicy couture ★ singing in different languages (introducing kpop, spanish and brazilian music) ★ leg warmers and fur boots ★ creative choreography ★ her timeless late 90s and early 2000s fashion sense ★ her outrageously thick 🇬🇧 accent ★ colourful wigs every other week ★ being "90s type fine" ★ alternative babe ★ randomly appearing in icarly episodes ★ macbook selfies ★ having extravagant acrylic nails ★ lip gloss ★ hubba bubba bubblegum

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Yall put me in a room of baddies and really thought I wouldn't become the raging bi-con of Victorious?

Baddie tags : @theshifterbride @yemiyuui @hrrtshape @livingmydreamlife5555 @angelic-daiquiri

[turn3tifosi]

VII. andante, andante

pepe marti x classmate!reader

a highschool crush turns into a slow and steady relationship

series masterlist | main masterlist

It all began with your friends’ relentless teasing during lunch break. You were laughing, completely oblivious to the underlying reason for their constant jibes and hints.

“Honestly, how can you not see it?” your best friend Mia said, exasperation lacing her tone.

“See what?” you replied, genuinely puzzled.

“Pepe Marti! He’s totally into you. He’s always watching you in class,” Mia declared, her voice lowering conspiratorially.

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. Pepe was a famous guy in your school. While you guys were spending hours in classrooms learning history and algebra, he was out racing in different countries, and he was doing pretty well. You’d always admired him from afar but never considered the possibility that he might notice you, let alone like you.

“No way,” you said, shaking your head. “He’s got so much going on with his racing. Why would he be interested in me?”

But the seed had been planted. You couldn’t help but replay moments in your mind—Pepe’s lingering gazes, the shy smiles he directed your way. Maybe your friends were right.

Days passed, and the idea that Pepe liked you began to feel less absurd. You started noticing him more, catching his eyes in class, and each time, he’d look away, cheeks slightly flushed. 

One day, after an extremely boring English lesson, you found yourself alone, gathering your books slowly. You glanced up and saw Pepe standing by the door, seemingly hesitant.

“Hey,” he said, his hands playing with the strap of his backpack.

“Hi!,” you replied, almost too quickly for your liking.

He stepped into the classroom. “Can we talk?”

“Sure!,” you were in no actual mood to talk with anyone, but you were curious about what Pepe wanted to say.

Pepe took a deep breath, and for a moment, he thought about just running away, too scared of your rejection. “I’ve been wanting to tell you something for a while now,” he began, his voice gentle. “I like you. A lot. I know it might sound crazy because we don’t get to spend much time together, but it’s the truth.”

You stood there, stunned into silence. Pepe’s face fell, interpreting your lack of response as rejection. He turned to leave, but before he could take another step, you rushed forward and grabbed his arm.

“Wait,” you said, your voice trembling. “I like you too, Pepe. I really do. But…can we take things slow? I don’t want to rush into anything and risk losing you.”

Relief washed over his features, and he smiled, the kind of smile that lit up his entire face, and yours in return. “Of course. I’d love that.”

From that moment on, your relationship blossomed slowly but beautifully. You’d steal moments between classes, share quiet conversations, and text each other late into the night. Pepe’s racing schedule was demanding, but he always made time for you, even if it was just a brief call from a different time zone.

One evening, as you sat together on a bench in the park, you found yourself lost in his eyes.

“There’s a shimmer in your eyes,” you murmured, as he looked at you curiously. “Like the feeling of a thousand butterflies.”

Pepe smiled and leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You make everything feel like that,” he whispered.

Despite the growing closeness, a part of you remained fearful. What if the demands of his career pulled him away from you? What if the whirlwind of his racing world left no room for your quiet moments?

“Please, let’s take it slowly,” you’d often say, your voice betraying your insecurities.

Pepe would always hold you close, his embrace reassuring. “We will. I’m not going anywhere,” he’d promise.

Your relationship became a delicate dance, balancing the excitement of new love with the caution of taking things step by step. Pepe continued with his racing career, and you got into university, majoring in mechanical engineering.

And in the moments after the race, when he’d return to you, exhausted but elated, you’d see it in his eyes—the same shimmer, the same butterflies. He was yours, and you were his, moving forward together, one gentle step at a time.

[happy74827]

Can you do a Marty McFly x Reader, where the reader and him traveled back to 1955 together. Marty and the reader aren’t exactly together but they two idiots in love. But basically Lorraine doesn’t get the hint that these two are interested in each other so the reader is jealous but then some boy in 1955 flirts with the reader and Marty ends up jealous 😭. THANK YOU!!!!

Dance With Me

[Marty Mcfly x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Despite how rare it seems, don’t forget that jealously is often a two-way street.

WC: 1758

Category: Fluff

Oh my god… i’m so sorry this took so long. I’ve been so caught up. But, I finally finished it so hopefully you like it!! (this is probably my favorite Marty fic I’ve written so far tbh).

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It was stupid. You knew it was. The entire scenario was ridiculous, and you felt stupid for letting it bother you so much.

Yet, the entire day, you couldn’t get the thought out of your head. Even now, as the dance played on around you, you couldn’t keep the thought of how Lorraine Baines could be so oblivious.

Sure, she was with George… now. But before Marty fixed up the past, she was all over her son as if he were the best thing since sliced bread. It wasn’t even the fact that it was her son that was bothering you, although that certainly did play a part in it, no. It was the fact that it was Marty.

It wasn’t like the two of you were together or anything, but you knew there was something. A spark, if you would, and it was a spark that made you want to pull him away from her and just tell him what was on your mind.

You weren't really sure when the infatuation had begun. It was as though a light had just flickered on one day, and suddenly, everything was different. Everything was Marty, your lazy lab partner.

Your eyes flickered to the man across the room. He was standing alone (for once) by the punch bowl, watching the dancers with a soft smile. Even now, Lorraine was still obvious to your connection. Though, it didn’t really matter since everything was fixed now. Her obsession moved on, and so should yours.

Still, your eyes drifted down to your shoes as your mind flashed back to the night before. You remembered the feeling of her fingers wrapped around his wrist and the way she pulled him closer to her, practically begging him to ask her to the dance. And he had, though only because it was the plan to begin with.

Your lips twisted down into a scowl, and you had half a mind to take her to the side and give her a piece of your mind. But why should you? What did it matter? It was over now, and there was nothing left to do but wait until the past was the past.

God, you couldn’t wait to leave.

You sighed and leaned against the wall, arms crossed over your chest.

You wanted to go home. You wanted to see Doc alive, Doc, and not worry about this crap anymore. You just wanted to be home.

You closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. The music seemed to swell around you, and you could hear the shuffle of feet as people danced around. It was almost overwhelming, and you wished you had a place to escape to.

When you opened your eyes, however, a face greeted yours, and a hand reached out toward you.

You blinked, looking up at the boy who was grinning brightly down at you.

"May I have this dance?" he asked, his smile bright.

It shocked you. In 1985, you were never asked to dance unless it was by a friend in an attempt to make you feel better. And while the boy standing in front of you wasn’t exactly the definition of tall, dark, and handsome, he was trying.

Your gaze shifted across the room, looking at the others. George and Lorraine were dancing, his hand low on her waist. Your parents were also dancing, as well as most of the students. And then there was Marty, standing alone, watching his parents dance.

It really was just you caring, wasn't it?

Your gaze shifted back to the boy, who was still watching you expectantly.

A sigh fell from your lips, and a small smile curled on your lips. "I would love to."

His smile brightened as he took your hand, pulling you into the middle of the dance floor. You glanced at the people around you, seeing their confused expressions and the whispers.

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, but the boy was quick to spin you around.

His hands found your hips, and yours settled on his shoulders.

The music slowed, but the song wasn’t as familiar. Your feet followed the rhythm, and the boy led the way.

"So," he started, a smile curling on his lips, "you don’t seem like the rest of the girls."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "I get that a lot."

"Are you new to school?" he asked, his smile never wavering. “I’m sort of new too, just moved in the last year. I haven't seen you around."

"Oh, uh, yeah," you nodded, not wanting to explain the details of your situation. "I’m just visiting, though. Leaving tonight, actually."

"Tonight?" He looked surprised and maybe even a little disappointed.

"Yeah," you said. "But I think I'll be back soon."

"I hope you do," he smiled, and his voice sounded genuine. Now you wished that you could stay longer, but you knew that it wasn’t possible. "What was your name, by the way?"

“Can I bud in for the next dance?" a voice asked a familiar voice, a voice you would know anywhere.

Your body froze, the boy stopped, and the music halted.

Both of your gazes shifted over to see Marty standing in front of you with a small smile. One that held something more than just a friendly offer.

The boy glanced at you, his gaze questioning. Boldness was not his strong suit, and it wasn’t yours either, but you were a little less timid than he was.

"Yeah," you nodded, "of course."

Marty's grin brightened, and he quickly grabbed your hand, disregarding the “next dance” statement completely, forcing you to ditch the poor boy.

You felt a bit bad about the abrupt switch, but the feeling vanished when he pulled you against his chest, his hands on your hips, and yours around his neck.

"What was that about?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “I was kind of in the middle of something."

"Yeah," he nodded, "But remember what Doc said to us? He said that we shouldn't change anything. We don't know how this could affect our future."

"Or affect his," you pointed out, but he shook his head.

"He’ll forget about it," Marty waved it off. “Trust me, the guy's got enough on his mind right now; what's one more thing?"

“Would you?” Your words were quiet, and you didn’t really think that he would hear them. But he did, and his gaze met yours.

"Would I what?"

"Would you forget about it? It seemed as though you couldn’t handle the fact that I wasn’t dancing with you," you explained, a smirk tugging on the corners of your lips.

"No, I-" he sighed, shaking his head. "Doc said that we shouldn’t change anything. I’m just following the rules."

You rolled your eyes, a scoff falling from your lips. "Since when have you ever listened to rules?"

"Hey, I listen to rules!" he defended, but his tone was playful, and the smile on his face betrayed his words. “And you're changing the subject."

"Am I?" you smirked, quirking an eyebrow. "What subject would that be, McFly?"

His hands were on your waist, pulling you closer. Your eyes widened, and you could feel your heart beating rapidly.

"How quick you were to dance with me," he grinned, his voice quiet, but you could hear the teasing undertone. “instead of the boy you were with."

"I don’t know what you're talking about," you scoffed, looking away from him, but the grin was still playing on your lips.

"No? Is my mother still on your mind, then?" he asked, his voice teasing.

"That makes me sound creepy," you said, scrunching up your nose in distaste. “Do you always have to word things so weird?"

"Do you always have to avoid the question?"

You were silent for a moment, trying to find a good response. "Yes."

His eyes brightened, a smile lighting up his face. "You are, aren’t you? You're still jealous of my mother."

"No," you groaned, shaking your head. "No, I'm not. I'm sorry, Marty, but I'm not obsessed with you like she is. Or was, or whatever. She isn't obsessed anymore, is she?"

"Not really," he shrugged, but his grip was still firm around your waist. "She sees me like a brother now, I think.”

“How’d that happen?" you asked, thinking about the dramatic change of direction, but you noticed how his smile faltered for a moment, a distant look clouding his features.

"Let’s… not talk about it," he shook his head, the smile returning to his lips. Something about that ordeal told you it was better left unsaid, so you didn't push it any further.

"Okay," you nodded, smiling. "I'm sorry, though, I guess. For being weird and all."

"No," he shook his head, pulling you in so close that your nose nearly brushed against his. Your eyes widened, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. You were suddenly aware of his every movement and his closeness. His hands were warm against your skin, his thumb rubbing against the fabric of your dress.

"Save the apologies for when we get out of this nightmare," he didn’t elaborate on his words, but the thought of seeing Doc alive again, as if nothing had ever happened, made the smile grow on your lips.

You leaned forward, resting your forehead against his. Your hands moved from his shoulders, and your arms wrapped around his neck. He tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

You could feel his breath fanning against your lips, and yours ghosted across his. Your heart was beating rapidly, and your palms began to sweat, but the feeling wasn’t uncomfortable. It was nice. It was a reminder that you were there, dancing with the boy you loved.

And even though it was the 1950s, and neither of you would admit your feelings for one another, there was that awkward truth that lingered in the air. That spark, the one that pulled you together and ignited something that you were too afraid to admit.

You both were jealous of someone, a simple fact that would make the two of you laugh if only you both had the guts to admit it. But it was okay because this was the start.

You didn’t have to say anything. The music, the moment, was saying everything for you.

So you didn't say a word. Instead, you moved closer and let the jealousy fade along with the song.

[catelyngrant]

I will admit that, after last week's FEAST, I flew a little too close to the sun* with expectations for this week's double feature. That's on me.

Random and disorganized thoughts/spoilers!

The good:

Okay so first don't get me wrong, Deborah and Ava being The Worst while fighting but then even more obnoxious when not fighting is everything??? Their lunch with Jimmy and that little stairwell scene were just delightful and their honeymoon era is delicious to watch as a viewer/shipper but also I feel like anyone who has to deal with them regularly would not be convicted by any jury for whatever ends they may be driven to.

DJ is always a slam dunk. The "you ruin everything" territory was covered so well during the NA scene last season that it felt like frustrating ground to retread (see below) but I DID love her using the grandma access trump card. She had that speech prepared and I respect it.

Grandma Deborah/Aunt Deborah was so soft in the moments Jean let it be, and I really, really loved both those moments and how carefully she chose them.

DJ telling Ava why she chose her as godmother was so, so, so lovely and a scene I've wanted for a long time.

DJ's belief system is kind of mine too, tbh? And obviously obsessed with her using Catholicism as a D'Jewelry peddling scheme. It's always nice to see her and Deborah bonding through bitchiness, too.

Marcus's hair growing back was maybe the funniest thing in both episodes; that, or Jurassic Park (organ version).

I really, really loved the Mayor Jo storyline! The scene where they talk at her house is really a surprisingly beautiful one, and I appreciated so much how both actresses played it.

Nina is a chaotic nightmare as always and while I want to sleep on the childfree storyline, when she dropped "I'm worried you're not going to have kids" in the kitchen I absolutely lost it.

The not so good:

We get it: everyone wants to be on Hacks! Cameos galore! Alllll the (white) actors! The show is better when it has a core cast and deploys guest starts strategically, and that hasn't been the case this season. Dance Mom was funny and relevant at first; I'm done now (Julianne Nicholson's performance notwithstanding). Seth Rogen is great, and sure, let's stick Kiki in there for a hot second to be window dressing as an afterthought. Marcus's two scenes really only made me remember how much they didn't ever follow through on his complicated relationships with Deborah or Ava. I really, really hope that season five remembers what—apart from the Deborah and Ava of it all—made the show so special and successful to begin with.

That doesn't mean bring Marty back, though. It means get rid of Bob Lipka, please and thank you! As soon as Deborah walked into the house and saw that box, my heart sank.

Backing up: Deborah's scene at the christening didn't ring true. A) her scene with DJ at the NA meeting last season covered the "you ruin every event for me" both beautifully and explicitly, and even if it hadn't, the combination of a) just...why? It felt so forced, but also b) she is a VERY PUBLIC FIGURE right now and well aware of the stakes that come with that! That's a wholeass plot point!

The Jimmy and Kayla of it all...argh. I'm so mixed. On the one hand, I'm so, so ready for Paul Downs to get to play the absolute fucking breakdown that's been years in the making, but on the other hand, I just don't give a fuck about so much of it. It feels like another overplayed hand.

Part of me actually did think it would be kind of funny/tragic/interesting if that dog bite fully kills him? Like...they could do something with that! (They won't, but they could!)

I'm not sure how I feel about the "Deborah's flown too close to the sun" arc? The success is thrilling, we know that, we've seen versions of that montage...it does, though, feel like an interruption of the "Deborah realizes that Late Night is no longer her dream and s5 is all about her and Ava figuring out what their dream is and making it come true" arc that it feels like has been building so steadily and beautifully?

And dear LORD pls do not put her and Ava at odds again, I see Ava's valid suspicion but I need that dealt with and squashed stat. Ideally in a way that involves an "I love you" being dropped bc I have money on that being Said Out Loud by the end of the season.

Seriously, I do not want Bob fucking Lipka to be a thing and I'm very mad that he is, however predictable it was.

I will be rewatching, as always, and I'm sure there's more (especially about the Winnie of it all, which I'm mixed at best on upon first viewing but am marinating on and need to watch again).

[blindmagdalena]

thoughts on ep 4?

ohhhh man this is gonna be really long and disjointed because i just finished the episode. i'm just gonna be focused on the homelander stuff here bc i feel like that's what we're all here for lol

the energy he brought to that whole situation gave me the most intense anxiety. i feel like not even he was entirely sure how all of that was going to go down, but as soon as he was there, all these memories that he had repressed started flooding to the surface. obviously his relationship with Ryan is causing a lot of his trauma to come to the forefront, and this is the culmination of that.

i think what caught me the most off guard was how run down the place looked. a concrete basement with shoddy computers and post-its everywhere. a bunch of techs. it was so small, and yet it's like homelander said. it was a lot bigger when he was a child.

it was their day job. it was his whole world.

that very first moment when Marty calls him John, and he corrects "Homelander," in that boyish voice, i almost burst into tears.

the moment where he's staring at the incinerator made me feel ill for him. i already knew what was coming, and it didn't disappoint.

"I had nightmares about that exact moment, and you can't even remember it."

i had chills throughout this entire scene. it was such a succinct way to lay out how dehumanized he was his entire life. that so many people stood by and were so desensitized to his torture. they tuned out his screams entirely and played little games to pass the time. all while he watched.

this time, when Marty calls him John, there's no quiver in his voice. "Homelander," he corrects firmly, smile tight and closed. direct eye contact, waiting for a challenge. but they won't. he knows no one will stop him. not just because they can't... but because they simply won't. they wouldn't save a child. why would they save Frank?

"You're sorry? Now?"

this whole scene is such an interesting parallel to his conversation with Vogelbaum in s1, where he asks, "You want forgiveness? Now?"

something he rightfully denied Vogelbaum. in this instance, however, we see Homelander enacting his vengeance and giving that forgiveness... but only once they're dead. only once they'd paid his price. once they've suffered as he did. I forgive you.

the only time anyone expresses remorse for what they've done to him is when they're faced with it. when the regret eats away at them not for the harm they caused, but the damage done to the world, or to their own safety.

immediately following that, we see him call Marty over and not just apologize, but very specifically he asks, "Can you forgive me?"

it's perfect foreshadowing for what he's about to do to him. can he forgive the same thing Homelander is about to?

the scene that follows is so profoundly uncomfortable i had a lot of trouble watching. the reality of Homelander's life and teenage years is something that we as a fandom have always been very cognizant of, but seeing it addressed so plainly on screen was both nightmarish and vindicating.

i remember being really squicked out by his comment regarding Ryan getting Zoe pregnant, but it makes total sense that raising Ryan is bringing a lot of his own childhood sexual trauma to the surface. there's SO MUCH to be addressed here that it could be it's own post. but what's great is when Homelander calls an end to it: it's the moment Marty says he's sorry.

"I forgive you, Marty."

this is all about Homelander accepting what happened to him. facing it and the people who were part of it head on.

speaking of...

BARBARA. i know she's public enemy #1 right now, and rightfully so, but i found her so profoundly interesting. did she know Homelander was there? she didn't seem surprised at all. why would she come without backup? how did they even contact her with everything shut down? i don't know, but whatever the case, i really got the impression she already knew what she was walking into. she made a real attempt to get Homelander away from the other scientists, but he wasn't going to be swayed. they were already doomed.

she antagonized him. They were just doing what I told them. It's not their fault. It's mine. Leave them alone.

it's very apparent to me that among his fractured personalities, she represents the kinder motherly one. she, like Stan Edgar and Vogelbaum, are elevated above the other scientists. she's a figure of authority and she spoke to him as such.

"They were scared."

"I was a child."

"They were scared!"

and he does recoil at that. we KNOW Homelander hates being feared. it was his trigger with Madelyn, it's what kept him from lasering that crowd, and it's a blatant, desperate lie when he says to Starlight, "...being feared is a-one okie doke by me."

"Everyone was terrified of you from your first breath."

she breaks his heart a hundred times in this scene. from the reveal that he killed his mother in the same way Vogelbaum told him his son did—the source of that lie?—to the statement that their greatest success was making him obedient by withholding love. by turning his heart into a pit of need.

a sharp juxtaposition to Vogelbaum's You're my greatest failure.

and then she says to him no matter what you do, you will always be human.

here's the thing about Homelander's humanity. he doesn't associate it with kindness or love. he associates humanity with all the worst things that have ever happened to him. cruelty. selfishness. betrayal. his entire life he's been used and abused by the people who were supposed to protect him.

of course he doesn't want to be human. doesn't want his SON to be human. look at what humans have done to him. they're vile, they're vicious, they're dirty.

in another life, that desire could have been his drive to be good. if he'd only had a single fucking example of it.

"I'm not human. And neither is my son. And I'm gonna raise him so that he knows it."

in other words, he'll raise his son the way they failed to raise him. Homelander wants desperately to raise his son with the love he never had. he just doesn't know how to.

ultimately, like Vogelbaum and Stan, Homelander can't bring himself to kill her. he tears apart the people she tried to save, and he leaves her to stew in her own fucking mess.

[fizziepopangel]

A Fizziepop Take: Let's talk about the parental units of Big Mouth

The Gloubermans:

Ok, so the Gloubermans are an extremely fucked up family, and I think that has a lot to do with the verbal and emotional abuse of Marty Glouberman. While we never see Marty put his hands on his son or his wife, we see in almost every episode he’s featured in that the man is controlling and almost never has a positive or nice word to say to his wife, son, or really anyone for that matter. We see in the planned parenthood episode that Marty was once a compassionate man, and Barbra does mention in a later episode that he had once been kind and gentle, which leads me to believe that Marty’s personality change didn’t happen until a few years into their relationship, possibly not until their son was born. I think Marty and Barbra never talked about starting a family that was more than just the two of them, and I think that Marty just kinda went with it when Barbra got pregnant with Andrew because she was happy, but I think there’s a lot of resentment about the way their lives changed after the birth of their son,causing the personality shift that birthed the Marty seen in the show. I think Marty’s personality shift is what caused the shift we see in Barbra too, as we see her being a fun-loving woman in the planned parenthood flashback, but see her portrayed as a woman who is not only afraid of everything. Between Barbra’s fear of everything and Marty’s abuse, I think Andrew’s inability to connect with people in a normal way makes a lot of sense.

The Glasers:

Greg and Shannon Glaser are honestly one of the healthiest parental units in Big Mouth.This may seem odd since this couple is broken up, but I think that as parents, they are a pretty healthy example of good parents. Greg truly loves his daughter and he does what’s in her best interest when it truly matters, and so does his ex wife. Have they both made mistakes where Jessi is concerned? Yes…. Have they also both been there for her when she really needed them? Also yes. From making sure she gets into therapy, and making sure that she has a safe home with both of them in their perspective houses, to just trying to be good co-parents, these two are genuinely trying their best with their daughter and I think that’s actually pretty awesome.

The Birches:

Ok, so here’s the thing…. The thing is that I cannot stand Elliot Birch. The dynamic between Elliot and Diane started out being a really healthy one in the first couple of seasons, with the couple being loving towards each other and their children, but slowly became more and more toxic as the show progressed with Elliot becoming obsessed with his wife to the point that it became his whole personality. Elliot is an example of how lenient parenting can cause spoiled children (*cough cough* Nick), and I think this can cause resentment for the other parent when they act as an actual authority figure and hand out actual consequences for actions that require consequences. Diane on the other hand I think became more of a hardass with her kids, Nick specifically since he’s the youngest and the most likely to push boundaries in ways he may not fully understand the consequences of yet. I think that these two are very much a yin/yang dynamic, but I don’t think they could do it as a single parent or as co-parents since we do see the communication break down a bit in season 6 of the show. While I don’t think that this slight communication issue spells doom for the Birches as a couple, I do think that it shows that Elliot may not be able to communicate when it comes to the children if he and his wife were to split and have to parent separately, which I think says a lot about the way that Elliot and Diane parent. I also think that Elliot’s parenting style likely changed somewhere between the couple having Judd and Nick since Judd has an extremely different personality and overall vibe from his younger brother… While this could just be attributed to him being older and being the oldest of his siblings, Judd gives off the vibe of having been raised by different hands than those who raised Nick and I think that it’s likely that Elliot was still holding on to that “hard daddy” persona he got from his own father. I think with Leah, Elliot had a more moderate approach, but completely lost all sense of what was too hard vs what was too soft when it came to parenting and went full on “soft daddy”, leaving his wife to be the sole authoritative parent by the time Nick came around.

The Bilzerians:

Jayzerian Ricflarian Bilzerian, one of the most neglected children in the show. The Bilzerian family is deeply flawed and I believe all of that stems from the abuse by Guy Bilzerian. While most of what we know about Jay’s family is through bits of what Jay has told his friends about his home life and the few glimpses of his parents throughout the seasons, it’s very clear that Jay and his brothers are extremely neglected. The state of the Blizerian house is less than ideal, and it’s clear through the way Jay’s two older brothers treat him that there’s no real consequences for any type of behavior, leaving them all to fend for themselves while their dad sleeps around (and fathers what looks like hundreds of kids) and handles all of his dirty dealings, and his mom drinks until her body is likely filled with more alcohol than blood. Although Lola Skumpy is extremely neglected, I would argue that Jay is more neglected because Lola’s parents aren’t even in the house, her mother is usually touring with a band so she’s likely not even in the same state as her daughter most of the time, but Jay’s parents are around… Jay’s mom is literally in the house with him most of the time, but she’s too drunk to really parent any of her kids. The fact that both of Jay’s parents are around but not truly present with him is more than likely a large reason why he is the way he is. With his only constant role models being the man who fathered tons of other kids and takes care of none of them and the woman who didn’t even notice her youngest child ran away, it’s pretty clear that a lot of his creepy and weird habits come from watching the people who “raised” him.

The McDells:

Overall, Matthew’s parents are actually pretty healthy, both as a couple and as parents. I also love the fact that they kinda flipped it to show a softer side of his father since a lot of portrayals in media show it being men and fathers that aren’t as supportive of their kids coming out as LGBT, especially with sons. I do think that Kimberly and Edward love their kids, and despite the issues Kimberly has with Mattew’s coming out and her being uncomfortable when he brings a partner over for the first time, she and her husband really do try to not only accept that their son is gay, but they go out of their way to try to make sure he knows that he’s loved regardless and even talk to his younger siblings about it and remind them that they would still be loved if they were LGBT too. I personally think they’re one of the best couples and parents in the show and I would love to see more of them in the final season.

The Foreman-Greenwalds:

What can I say about the parents of Missy Foreman-Greenwald? Honestly, I think these two might genuinely be the best parents on the show. The couple is raising a strong-willed, intelligent daughter in a household that seems to constantly be supporting the development and growth of her mind. Is the whole new age hippie stuff annoying? Hell yeah, but Monica is genuinely a supportive mother and Cyrus is genuinely a man that Missy can look up to who embodies traits that she can compare to her future partners to steer her in the right direction when it comes to love. I also love the realism in this couple since we see the struggles of them having a biracial daughter in the season 4 episode “The Hugest Period Ever” when we learn that Monica doesn’t really know how to manage black hair. We also see how hard the couple tries to be there for their daughter when she develops a hate worm and becomes a beast that they are actually a little scared of. While they aren’t usually fan favorites in the show, I think it’s safe to argue that Cyrus and Monica are pretty good parents.

The Skumpys:

What can you really say about someone who is never there? We've gotten some mixed messages over the seasons about Lola’s parents, but one thing we know for sure is that she primarily lives alone in the condo she calls home. Cookie Skumpy is described as a party girl who is rarely home and when she is, has men in and out of her life frequent. The only lore we have about Lola's dad? The primary thing we've learned is that she's never met the man…. These two are definitely tied with the Bilzerians for worst parents in the show.

[basofy]

Do you have any character analysis on lisa armstrong? I think theyre neat

ahh i have plenty inside of my mind but i dont think a lot of that has made it to tumblr, a lot of it is my own feelings about her mixed with things ive seen other people say, it's a little hard to say what was lisa really like given the limited amount of scenes with her that we got in which we've seen her acting manipulative out of desperation (that one ending with bernard) but also bottling up her own sadness and clinging onto the few good things in her life (that conversation between her and brad in the definitive edition, lisa keeping her mother's necklace etc) plus all the stuff we can see in the first in which shows lisa's terrible and mixed feelings over the situation she was put through, i think she would have it hard to completely sort them out as that is stuff that most of the time you understand better only after youre out of those circumstances. i also feel that some bits of the first are there for people to resonate with in their own way, which i think is a good thing

personality wise i always saw her as being in similar terms to brad in the sense that they couldve been sweeter people had their surroundings not shaped them to a strong extent. i tend to see her as someone who is sweet and playful but also very erratic and not in control of her own emotions, also not in touch with whats considered normal by others around her, so i think she would accidentally cross boundaries or hurt other people's feelings, all the while being more vulnerable herself than she'd admit. she's a bit of a troublemaker to me and i think she would find it hilarious to make other people uncomfortable (like randomly bringing up traumatic experiences or even joking about them like that one "i'm hanging in there" dialogue of hers 😭) but would feel guilty about it immediately after, she has severe mood swings!! also i realized that in my mind she tends to appear as partially nonverbal?? being more of an observer that speaks mostly if she deems it necessary lol. i think that's a me thing

i think all the while she is someone that deeply desires some peace, this is what she looks up to the most and why some of her interests revolve around mundane and not too exciting stuff (gardening, tea parties) she wishes to feel at ease and not having to be on a state of alert all the time

a thought that i share with a friend is the possibility of lisa not really being suicidal, as a strong part of her character revolves around wanting to escape her torment, both physically and mentally, and that she took the decision to end her life at the sight that nothing was changing, after trying everything she could think of. we see her being able to make friends like bernard, being interested in learning karate like brad (an opportunity that was denied to her), holding onto the memory of her mother who she presumably found help in until she could barely remember her anymore, and even taking the decision to make berny mutilate her to force marty to leave her alone. she tried! she tried to live and really wanted to but ultimately nothing worked her way and she did not find purpose in continuing to endure the same torture everyday, that's how I see it at least

another important trait i find in her is abandonement, things like brad leaving the house without her, her mother dying/leaving (i'm still unsure of which it was? but to me it made sense that mama armstrong died when she was little), her grandfather not wanting to take her in because he didn't want to train a girl, and the whole dilemma around marty. (not to mention nobody in her neighborhood doing anything for her and brad but that's more of an extra complaint i think about sometimes lol many such cases) the feeling of being left to deal with abusive circumstances completely on your own, without even being able of understanding why is any of this even happening and if you could've done something to provoke it, which to the player it is very obvious none of this was lisa's fault but in her own mind it's really possible the thought could've crossed her mind that it was her fault somehow (the religious trauma implications in the first do not help). i should note here the very important fact that lisa has zero clue why was marty the way he was and that when she had the chance to do something to escape him, she decided it was her responsibility to be the one to get hurt in order for the abuse to stop. she's just a child left to process all this stuff on her own and she thinks it was her appearance that lured marty in somehow, because to her what else could it be? at that point she was considering anything.

i think this is why berny was such an important presence in her life, who she saw as a friend and romantic interest but also as an opportunity. someone to rely on in the way she couldn't trust anybody else. and there's a lot of criticism in regards to how her actions affected bernard or why would she tell him to harm a little animal as practice but i always assumed she was sort of desensitized/apathetic and didn't realize bernard would also become scarred by the experience, he was not the one getting cut! is what i think she thought. and the assumption that she harmed animals for fun is just a straight up lie lol

i have a lot to say that's more headcanon territory bc it's little things that i analyze from the first; for example what i interpret as her having complicated feelings about marty, as hinted by the song names, a detail i really like, or those nice marty npcs which i've seen people describe differently; as either, a time where marty used to be nicer (which brad would've been the only one to know of) lisa wishing that she had a normal, caring dad, or marty possibly playing it nice to lure lisa in and take advantage of her, terrifying but possible. this mixed with all those other horrifying deformed depictions of marty all around, which signal towards his image becoming ruined to her, and all the objects such as fridges or beds covered in filth showing that marty's abuse haunts her in every corner of the house, she cant even walk around her own house peacefully. the constant mention of religion is important too because to me that could be lisa noticing the hypocrisy in marty being devoted to a god while being a terrible person himself.

something i think about a lot is how brad and lisa reffer to marty differently; when encountering marty again in painful he reffers to marty as "dad" and we know he doesn't like to be called that by dustin or buddy, clearly tying the world to marty. in the first, there's a vhs tape simply named "marty" in contrast to mrs armstrong vhs being actually named "mom". i think brad sees it as, he doesn't try to take the role of father away from marty, he forces it onto him to signal that it was his job to take care of him and lisa yet he forever failed him as a dad, while lisa takes that title away from him, in a "you're not my dad, never were" type of way

there's another theme that shows up briefly but it's the topic of being grateful, saw someone interpret that royal world as marty manipulating lisa with "everything he does for her" "i put a roof on your head and food on your plate and this is how you treat me" etc etc an abusive parent classic, also the "You think my struggle is funny?" dialogue that comes off as guilt tripping, that and the religious symbolism makes me wonder if she has conflicted feelings over being thankful

things like tricky rick's origin as a personification of the abuse lisa endures feels to me like her reaction as a lonely child (i have the hc that she created him on purpose to help herself describe what was happening to her) and the fact that she only ever physically harms tricky rick but not marty, is rather always running away from him and complying to his demands, maybe hinting that she wishes she didn't have reasons to hurt him or that she doesn't feel capable of doing it in contrast to how much power marty has over her. (i keep wondering if the finger you find in lisa the first could be marty's or hers,,)

i think a lot of the first makes this emphasis on the fact that lisa is a kid forced to grow up too soon, so you see all these terrifying signs of abuse interpreted through her child lenses. i think so much of the white flowers and how they posses this symbolism of "purity" showing these little remaining bits of lisa's innocence, or her inner desire to be pure. i could talk about everything i find in lisa the first but it's a lot 😭 but i think these are the things that come to mind more

some of the stuff in the first can feel a little conflicting/contradictory but i think that makes sense for the type of torment lisa is enduring that makes her go through every thought and every emotion. though of course, this was made before lisa was turned into an actual character, but i still like to tie the stuff from the first to her. during the old versions of painful and joyful lisa appears as more of a haunting memory of a person that brad and buzzo failed, and then in the definitive edition there's these small bits where she is rather being missed for being herself and not just out of guilt, the DE has its flaws but i really liked the lisa stuff! (minus the ohh lisa is controlling my mind bit with buzzo but we don't talk abt that)

i think overall lisa is a character that every player interprets differently and that's part of her charm as a character that was made as a tribute to a real person, i like how helpful she is to victims and i wouldn't think of my interpretation to be the correct one but i'm happy with how i see her

MUCHO TEXTO

[hopelesslygeek]

I'm Oliretta's biggest fan and here's why:

Okay, so I've seen a lot of people online who didn't like Season Three and didn't vibe with Oliver and Loretta's relationship and ,while I understand and respect that, I couldn't disagree more.

For one, Marty Short and Meryl Streep have insane on-screen chemistry imo, and they are also visually "compatible". It is established early on that they have a lot of things in common (love for theatre, tendency for ludicrous storytelling, "is the thing in the thing?", similar sense of humour etc), they even have some matching clothing items (Oliver's scarfs and Loretta's shawls). So it is obvious that the showrunners are telling us "Hey look, these two are very alike, maybe they would be compatible in a romantic sense too".

But the biggest and most important reason why I love this ship is that they see each other. Oliver was the first person to really see how talented and brilliant Loretta is, he is the first one to give her a chance and show her that all her life's work has not been for nought. On a more personal level later on, he proclaims her his "Lucky Durkin", he alleviates her of her insecurities of not being good or deserving enough and he encourages her to pursue her dreams. Loretta on the other hand, is the only one to really see Oliver's sensitivity and vulnerability, as shown in the second piano scene. Honestly, Oliver has been my favourite since day one and in that moment Loretta perfectly expressed the reason why: yes, he is loud and eccentric and he often serves the role of the comic relief but, in reality, he is a highly intelligent and empathetic person, and he has his own anxieties and insecurities like everyone else.

It was a delight to watch Marty act opposite Meryl in these scenes because I think he really nailed the surprise and delight that Oliver felt when Loretta told him that she really sees him for the sensitive, lovely man that he is ("You understand me, Loretta, and that has been a rarity in my life."). It is very subtle but you can clearly notice the difference in his acting when it's just the two of them. Whereas Oliver is usually chaotic and scattered, when he's alone with Loretta he is a more quite, honest version of himself.

Also, we got to see how wonderfully expressing and giving Oliver is when he is in love. He never hesitated to express his love and admiration for Loretta both in private ("I adore you, Loretta 'Lucky' Durkin, and everything about you", "I love you. I haven't said those words in a while but it felt right so I'm gonna say it again: I love you") and in front of others ("She's the love of my life.", "Doesn't Loretta look pretty?", "Anything for you, ma cherie").

All in all, after two whole seasons, my boy Oliver deserved to get some action too and I don't think there could have been a better choice for a romantic interest than Loretta. Can't wait to see them again in the new season and I really hope the creators won't fuck it up.

[greenfiend]

Will Byers the Love Guru

In Stranger Things 3, he’s the one who’s “not gonna fall in love”, yet he’s out there fixing every one else’s relationship problems…

Lucas/Max

Jonathan/Nancy

Dustin/Suzie

Hopper/Joyce

and even…

Mike/Eleven…

So come along on this wild journey with me as I explain Will’s influence on those pairings…

Before I begin, I must remind you that everything is intentional within this show. If Will suddenly appears within a shot or someone says or does something that doesn’t seem relevant… it is still relevant but just not in the way you might initially think.

I’m going to start with the more simple “fixes” and end with the most complicated.

Lucas/Max

Their relationship in ST3 was fairly low key. Their “breakups” were not serious and were always temporary. Lucas does mess up at times though.

Oops! Code red! Code red! Lucas needs some help asap!

Well that was a close call! Thanks to Will of course, who magically appeared in this shot and clearly influenced Lucas.

Will understands the mysteries of the female species better than these guys clearly. Not sure what they’d do without him.

Jonathan/Nancy

Jonathan and Nancy had a major fight in ST3, and Will is having none of his big bro’s BS! He instantly calls him out for not being there for Nancy.

Will strikes again! Thank goodness for his influence. What a good little bro!

Dustin/Suzie

Okay, things are getting stranger now.

No one believes Dustin has a girlfriend… except for our dear lil Will! But I can’t really blame the others, she did seem unbelievable. I mean she did come from “Camp Know Where”. Sounds pretty made up to me.

Did Will conjure her up? Well… let’s just say it’s interesting that the first ever shot we see of her involves her holding up a book about a wizard… I’m not ruling this out as a possibility… 🧙🏻‍♂️

Hopper/Joyce

Oh Will… sweet sweet Will. He’s worried about his mother, and doesn’t want her to be alone anymore… so what does he do, you ask? Well…

He Marty Mcflys it! He influences Hopper by “flaying” him and pushes him together with his mom!

Things get a tad awkward though. But his intentions were pure!

Mike/Eleven

So… this one is the most complicated one because Will is very biased here obviously. He’s hopelessly in love with Mike. In the beginning, he had a hand in Mike and El’s breakup as he was pulling the strings behind Hopper’s intervention. Hopper “threatened” Mike due to Will’s influence. Now, don’t worry, Will didn’t actually threaten to kill Mike, Mike made that very clear.

Mike and Will have their epic rain fight and things are tense.

Until… Will has a change of heart.

Notice how Will is clearly in the shot here? Well it’s because he is wanting to give his “olive branch” to Mike. He’s tried of the tension between them and wants to make things right.

Look at the words here! These are not Mike’s words. They’re Will’s words to Mike!

Both of these moments are Will putting words into Mike’s mouth, just as he did to Lucas, Jonathan, and Hopper! But he’s not as successful.

The first moment was just bad timing as El was not even present. The second time, the connection was poor, that’s why Mike was literally drawing blanks and unable to complete his sentences. We know this because the walkie talkie call from Dustin provided the subtext for it.

Mike actually doesn’t even remember saying the words because Will said them for him…

In conclusion, Will is a great love guru, but still cannot fix Mike and El’s problems. Dunno if even the most powerful wizard could successfully fix their problems…

[wonderfull-star]

I never understood why so many people like to make characters too perfect than they really are. Some just "remove" all the character's flaws (which by the way make them unique and interesting) which also makes them empty. Just a boring character without any interesting traits. You can say Mary/Marty Sue.

And pretty much the same thing happened to Peri actually. The show itself showed that he is just obviously not that good in terms of a godparent. And in general as a parent. However, all these characteristics are what make him unique. So, to be honest, such a concept that he will return to Dev again already seems pretty boring. I like the idea that Dev will eventually be Wanda and Cosmo's godson along with Hazel. I imagine Hazel was the first to notice that Dev "changed" and started discussing it with Cosmo and Wanda, noting that he became even more miserable than he was before. And soon C&W realized that it would be a better solution if Dev was their godson too (like in the old days). And it would be even more interesting if the three of them later also learned the whole story from Dev's perspective. And that neither his father nor his own fairy paid him that much attention.

What about Winn and Jasmine assigned to Peri. As I once wrote - it seems to me that after everything that happened in the finale, he will no longer be in this "job" (after all, he almost died then). Many wrote that it would be better if Peri got an "easier" child. Well, I will not argue with that. But the fact that this is an "easier" child does not mean that they will not create problems and / or that they do not need to be monitored (and especially not paid attention to them). Easy or not easy, there will still be problems and even in this case, Peri would not get off so easily. And if you remember Hazel herself, whom many call an "easy" child, sometimes made even more dangerous wishes than Dev. Therefore, just like with Dev, Peri will often mention the rules (he will be especially shocked by the temporary absence of gravity, the passage of time, and especially with the wish with the appearance of a dinosaur, which also affected the passage of time)

[knickynoo]

Back to the Future Part III, The Novel by Craig Shaw Gardner: Thoughts, commentary, and general ramblings

Part 1: Marty-themed nightmares and lots of cowboy talk

• So! We all know how this one starts. Marty's just come running down the street; he announced he’s back from the future, and Doc is out cold.

• Marty brings Doc home, and while Doc is unconscious, we get to go inside his head for a little dream sequence! And if I may say so: it’s a travesty that this wasn’t in the movie. He has a nightmare that there are Marties everywhere, and he can’t get away from them. Everywhere he turns, there’s A Marty staring back at him. His escape from the horde of Marties only comes when the “Howdy Doody Time” theme song starts, and he wakes up. Since the song also wakes up Doc in the movie, I’d like to believe he was also having Marty Nightmares.

Also, this reminds me of that one post. I can't track down the original to include a link, but I do have a screenshot saved, so that'll have to do.

• Meanwhile, Marty is over on the couch having Cowboy Dreams. He dreams he’s in the Old West with Clint Eastwood and is woken up by the sound of Doc talking into his tape recorder.

• As Doc reads the letter, Marty sits quietly in a chair, intently listening to the whole thing, which is very un-Marty if you ask me. Very glad we ended up with Movie Marty wandering all over the place and touching everything, as it should be.

• Ok, the book earns a point for having both Doc and Marty get emotional to the point of actual tears after reading his letter. Doc is sniffling and wiping tears away, and Marty is described as, “trying hard to keep his lower lip from quivering.” They should have cranked up the emotion for the movie scene.

• Also, I somehow purchased a version of the novelization that was printed in Great Britain, so I’m continuously running into different spellings, such as “centre” and “favourite.” My inner voice narrating as I read is occasionally speaking with an accent because of this. Adds to the fun, I guess.

• Once they locate the DeLorean in the mine, it says, “Doc and Marty grinned at each other,” then they just get to work uncovering it. This is interesting to me because it contrasts so much from the actual movie scene where these supposed grins are replaced with a look of awe from Doc and a look of what I can only describe as horror/fear in Marty. It’s one of my favorite scenes of part III because of their reactions, actually. It's almost as if the realization that the car has been there for so long, and that the older version of the guy standing next to him had stood in that very spot to hide way back in 1885 is a little too overwhelming for Marty. It's a great moment. Next time you watch part III, really focus in on their expressions during this quick little scene.

• Book Marty does NOT stumble over the word “schematic.”

• When Doc tells Marty that he always wanted to be a cowboy, he mentions that he spent a few summers working at Statler’s Ranch, where he learned how to ride horses and shoot guns. In the DeLorean Manual (you know I always have to bring up this book; it’s a treasure trove) Doc says he learned these skills because his father sent him away to “wilderness camp.”

• Got a chuckle at what follows Doc talking about those summers working at the ranch: “Marty got the oddest look on his face. He was probably trying to imagine Doc Brown as a cowboy.”

• Marty then asks Doc how he ended up becoming a scientist instead. Which is kind of an odd choice. Are you to expect me to believe that Marty doesn’t already know the story of how Doc went into science?? This is something I assume 1980s Doc would have told him in their first week or so of knowing each other.

• Marty, initially wary at Doc being “stuck” in 1885 has a change of heart after hearing Doc talk so enthusiastically about his older self getting to live out his cowboy dreams. He says, “Doc, if you’re happy, then I’m happy. It’ll be a whole lot easier for me to go back to 1985 knowing you’re living it up in 1885.” I actually think this is a wonderful addition that might have been nice in the movie. It just…it displays their relationship so nicely. Marty doesn’t WANT to lose his best friend, but he values Doc’s own happiness above his own. To Doc, he isn’t stuck or condemned to a life in the Old West. He’s living out his childhood dream! If you’re happy, then I’m happy. It’s such a beautiful way to reframe the situation.

That seems like a good place to leave things for now.

[helplessswan]

YOU WRAP AROUND ME QUIETLY

it's me!!! first fic on here hehe | requests rules

Marty's fantasies come true when the band goes to a Japanese cabaret and hires a prostitute. But their leader, Dave, is more interested in other things.

WARNINGS: Dave/Marty, Dave/All (but not really ¿¿) smut, sexual fantasy, prostitution, kissing

Vices don't fade wherever you go, they stay with you like a pang in the chest. That's why on their night off from his tour in Japan, Dave Mustaine and his band didn't decide to go to the thousand and one tourist attractions that any tourist would like to visit. No, they were looking for a place to fuck.

Marty seemed the most excited by the fact. ‘Damn pervert’ Dave thought. He knew better, Friedman was the biggest pervert in the band. But who would suspect it? The man hid his desire behind a pretty face and a shy attitude that drove the redhead crazy.

He was the one who took them to the red neighborhood of the city, a place hidden by society from the rest of the world where drugs and sex were the biggest attraction. The air was cold and spicy, the kind that made you wrinkle your nose and water your eyes. As they passed through the streets they could see young people scattered on the ground, probably high, and Dave couldn't help but feel a hint of familiarity with the images.

The buildings were detonated with signs in a language he couldn't understand, showing women in clothes that looked straight out of the most generic porn movie ever. Marty had explained him everything about the types of erotic and legal places that could be found in the land of the rising sun. He clearly remembers the emotion with which Marty told him about the so-called ‘Themed Play Clubs’ entire buildings that assimilated a movie studio, where you could hire a girl to fulfill any sexual fantasy you had. From a schoolgirl story to a train encounter, those places had it all. He even had the pleasure of hearing some of Marty's own fantasies as Dave looked at him with an amused smile, restricting himself from mentioning the slightly exhibitionist aspect of the situation. Although he would be lying if he said he didn't remember every damn word that came out of Marty's mouth.

His bandmates were completely amazed by the neon light show and carnal vices around him. Which was pretty adorable if you asked Dave. Things here were completely different than they are in the United States, perversion was just around the corner in the most explicit way that the owners of these places could think of without being arrested.

The most complicated task was finding an establishment that accepted foreigners. The vast majority only accepted Japanese men, but Marty was supposed to know a place because he was damn freak. Dave would definitely mention that to him later, only to see him blush and get defensive around him.

On the other hand, his beloved Junior was the shyest. Even after all these years of being his right hand man and having exposed himself to every earthly pleasure they could hold on to, he was the same sweet young man he met when he had been kicked out of Metallica. He noticed how Ellefson looked down when a hussy laid her hunting eyes on him. After years of being the pretty boy of thrash, didn't he realize how beautiful he was?

Nick was definitely the most open about his sexuality, he wasn't afraid to be a little gross in front of people or even cameras. Dave considered this part of his charm, his lack of remorse and his self-confidence were the most attractive thing you could find in a man according to the redhead.

After a few minutes of walking, they arrived at the establishment Marty had told them about. The words “Sexy Kyabakura” rose in large flashing neon lights with the subtitle “cabaret club”. Dave gave a sideways smile, this was definitely going to be an interesting experience.

They entered the place, the lights were yellowish and weak to add an air of sensuality to the matter. Before they could even assimilate the smell of alcohol in the air, a middle-aged Japanese man approached them with greedy enthusiasm. In questionable English, he explained the services the place offered. He remembered a little of what Marty had explained to him, they could choose a girl to be his waitress and companion. The riskiest places, like this one, allowed you to kiss the girl and even touch her anywhere, with the exception of her genitals. He also remembers the emotion with which Marty had told him that in the most extreme businesses you could get a blowjob, but from the few words he recorded about the man, this was not allowed here.

When the talk, which Dave didn't pay much attention to, finally ended, the man led the group to choose the girl who would accompany them for the night. They were different from the usual American prostitute, perhaps because in reality they were not prostitutes, as the man insisted. They were more cared for and cleaner than most women in the industry Dave had seen in his long history as a customer.

Dave's palm rested on Marty's back and he gave him a little push forward that made him stagger for balance. Friedman's head turned to look at him, his pretty face contorted into a confused expression. Dave chuckled.

“I think he deserves to choose the lady, don't you guys?” The rest of the band laughed and agreed, after all, it was Marty who was desperate to put his hands on a Japanese woman and who had kindly done his research to bring them here. His beloved boy deserved this, and he was also curious to know what kind of girl he liked.

A smile fell on Friedman's face, who turned to look at the girls. The amazement in his eyes was very obvious. He looked from side to side as if it were the most important decision of his entire life. His eyes fell fixed on one of the women, who was the one he finally chose and Dave couldn't help but be surprised by his choice.

The young girl was tall, probably taller than Marty himself, perhaps the black heels they were wearing helped the illusion. She was wearing a low-cut shirt with pretty stitching and ruffles on the edges. But what attracted the most attention was her hair, long and lovingly cared for and an obviously dyed strawberry blonde color that highlighted her intense black eyes.

Dave's surprise immediately turned into morbid satisfaction. He set his eyes on Marty, who was very busy savoring the unique and unrepeatable moment he was experiencing. He didn't notice Dave's frowning hunting look, nor did it concern him.

The tables were surrounded by not very high walls, so that the rest of the customers could not see what they were doing and give the false illusion of privacy. They sat in the booths surrounding the table, Junior and Nick were side by side, facing each other at the door while Dave and Marty were at the two opposite ends. They waited for Marty's chosen girl to bring them their drink. The silence was thick and awkward as he waited for the woman, but not for Dave. He noticed the silence and previous nervousness that his bandmates showed and enjoyed every second of it, probably more than the girl would enjoy.

The sound of a heel hitting the ground was present and the four men turned to look. The woman raised a platter in her hand with four long cold beer glasses. The glass jingled as it made contact with the wood of the table. The woman put the tray aside and sat in the narrow space between Nick and Junior. The skin of her thighs touched the dressed legs of the two men, lifting her already tiny skirt a little.

The four men's eyes fell on her immediately, but she stood tall with a confidence Dave couldn't help but respect. Junior was the first to make conversation with the girl, something completely typical of him, with his gentlemanly pretty boy attitude even when it came to a prostitute. Nick was the opposite case, it didn't take him long to get his hands on it she. His hands, gloved in leather, went straight to caress the young woman's bare leg.

She recited with a marked accent phrases learned by memory that she surely told to all the clients who passed by there. Generic compliments came out of her mouth, such as ‘You're so sweet’ or ‘you're really beautiful’ came out of her mouth. Those empty words used to work for most clients, but not in his guys, they had been experiencing the life of sex, drugs and Rock N’ Roll for years. If the girl had a greater knowledge of English, she could do a better job, Dave thought the two of them had a lot to flatter

Things became interesting when Junior placed his mouth on the woman's with unexpected softness. Ellefson's hand rested on her cheek to draw her to his face. Pink lips brushed against each other, shining them with honey-thick saliva. The kiss was soft and tender, which didn't exactly meet Dave's standards.

One of Nick's hands went to the young woman's waist, his fingers tracing their path under her shirt. Dave didn't want to, he needed to see how those calloused digits from years of music could work the skin in the service of pleasure, but he remained silent. It was no surprise when Nick's movements caused that white shirt to lift, soon the drummer had one of his hands rubbing one of the woman's breasts shamelessly. He squeezed and caressed with a well-thought-out carelessness, causing her to let out small gasps into Ellefson's mouth.

Dave couldn't help but think how pretty those hands would look caressing other things, his cock was a good option. He wondered if Nick would treat him with the same desperate excitment with which he treated the Japanese woman. He was sure that yes, Nick was the type of person who had no shame in the sexual sphere. Damn, I was sure that if one day he asked him for a hand for a ‘little job’, Nick would give it to him in an instant, he was an open-minded man.

It was Ellefson who looked more patient. His hands remained on the girl's face, giving comforting caresses. He took things calmly that could be called adorable. He had had just the right amount of not exactly heterosexual encounters with the man and could confirm how David was the sweetest of lovers.

Memories of those long winter nights when the band had just started and they were nothing more than young dudes with no place in the world were running through his head. When women and money were scarce, they only saw solutions in each other. They were passionate in the night and at day, somehow, they could continue looking each other in the eyes.

Sometimes he wanted to feel Junior again, those tender lips that were now in the woman's mouth would feel very good on his body, on any part of his flesh that his Junior will try to consume. He didn't know what stopped them from doing things like that again, he should try again, maybe later.

Junior's hands went down the prostitute's body gently, a typical movement of the bassist. Which was surprising to Mustaine when Nick's free hand landed on the woman's chin, forcing her to part her reddened lips from the stimulation of Ellefson's mouth. Immediately, the drummer caught his mouth in his with a much more abrupt and aggressive kiss than the previous one. When they separated she let out a gasp that was silenced by Junior in less than an instant. ‘Good Show’ Dave thought.

The woman was in a rather flattering position, trapped between two beautiful musicians who used their lips relentlessly. He could see their tongues drifting in and out of those feminine lips, threads of saliva connecting their mouths. Dave had to accept that she was handling the situation well, she was clearly an expert on the matter. Without showing any nervousness but at the same time without taking the reins. It wasn't the position Dave would take, in the hypothetical case of being in that situation. He thinks he would enjoy making them squirm a little more, giving them everything, and still leaving them wanting more. He would be the one who would insert his hot tongue into their mouths, taking control until they were intoxicated. Yes, he could do better.

They didn’t last long in that position until the young woman sat on Nick's lap. Now Dave couldn't see her face, only that mop of reddish hair that was slowly getting wilder and it was undeniable that the sight aroused him. She grabbed Nick's shoulders as their chests touched. Ellefson's hands were now on her waist, caressing that milk-pale skin.

The one who was having the worst time was Marty, poor thing, this was his night to fulfill his fantasies, or part of them. It was certain that this was not even half of what he wanted. On a visit to Marty's dressing room he had found all his perverted material, imported magazines with any kind of fetishes that made David Scott Mustaine himself blush. Even the most unreal and impossible erotic illustrations were in his pornography collection. And he believes that was the day he became much more interested in Marty.

The guitarist couldn't last long without his own portion of the young woman and began to grope her leg with the frenetic rhythm, with the same emotion with which he played the guitar on stage. His hand squeezed and rubbed the sensitive flesh in such a way that it would surely burn later for a few hours.

His three boys were in action and that was an almost pornographic spectacle for Dave. They were having the time of their lives with what would generally be considered foreplay, yeah, Dave would save that information for later. He was completely forgotten in that gathering of kisses and caresses, but he didn't care much about having his moment with the woman, it satisfied him much more to be a spectator of such a display of erotism starring by his favorite people.

They continued like this for a long time, handing the girl out as if it were a toy while they choked on beer. Every once in a while she ended up in Dave's arms. He took her roughly and possessively, his eyes alternating between the body at his disposal and the gazes of his bandmates. He wanted to show off his abilities, leave them wanting to have a little of him too.

When Marty, Nick and Junior's glasses were completely emptied, it was the last two who went to reception to get some beer. They weren't going to ask the poor lady, who was already shirtless and sat on Friedman's right leg, to go find such a stupid thing for them in that state.

There were no other band members with Marty except Dave.

The guitarist kissed her greedily while his hands rested on her waist. The image in layout was interesting to say the least. The attitude of his guitarist was very different from that of the rest of the men. He was letting the woman take the reins of the game, maybe it was part of that little fetish of his with Japanese women, or who knows, Marty was a man of multiple fantasies.

The girl's mouth gave Marty's lips one last touch before tracing her route to his pretty bare neck. A smart move if you asked Dave, provocative like no other and in a sensitive area. It made him want to give his own taste in that tender flesh. He knew he had the ability to do that, he had been perfecting his sexual tactics like a good seducer for years. He was sure Friedman would love to have his juicy lips — because he was aware they were — against his body, working the skin like no other person had done before.

He could clearly see how Marty closed his eyes firmly and squirmed in the most beautiful ways possible at the woman's provocations. His back was slightly arched from the stimulation received, but not to the maximum. It was unfortunate that they could not receive fellatio in this place. He needed to witness with his own eyes all the beautiful sounds that Marty can make. What his beautiful guitarist would look like taken to the limit. He could make himself an idea of what he would look like, completely red and with his frizzy hair sticking to his forehead from the amount of sweat he exuded. A pathetic and perverted image, just the way Dave liked it.

Marty finally opened his eyes and met Dave's attentive ones, it seems that he had forgotten that he was watching him carefully. His gaze fell on Dave's, neither broke that impalpable contact or deviated from the other's pupils, they didn't believe they could do it. Dave's brown irises, darkened by desire, only showed a raw lust that made Marty shudder more than any physical stimulation.

The woman above him seemed forgotten, Mustaine noticed how the guitarist's hands stopped dead even when his body was twisting more than ever. Marty bit his lips with a tender expression of sudden embarrassment. Was this the same guy who had been talking to you about his fantasies about Asian women for days? He wondered if he got this nervous in all sexual situations or if it was Dave's presence that made him this way.

Dave's Gaze veered towards Marty's crotch, poor boy, he was fucking hard. He didn't remember seeing that lump on his pants before. He chuckled at the image and Marty lowered his head, hiding from Dave's hunting eyes. Mustaine's legs tingled pleasantly just thinking about all the ways he could help Marty when they got out of here.

The air was getting heavier, it was wet, hot, and generated chest pressure that tired anyone. Dave's body temperature was rising alarmingly and he took the liberty of unbuttoning his white shirt button by button with tortuous slowness. Finally his shirt was detached, revealing a tempting part of his torso. His guitarist looked at him with pleading eyes and bitten lips, practically pouting. His hands returned to the action and traced the girl's silhouette with visible softness, but his gaze was still lost on the redhead.

Marty's labored breathing grew louder and louder at Dave's laughter and the woman's stimulation, a sight not many can have the honor of observing. But Mustaine enjoyed every moment, every second. The beer, of which he had not taken a sip, and the prostitute they told remained mere secondary elements. This was about Marty and Dave.

Dave smiled almost sadistically, knowing he had Marty right where he wanted him. It had him nervous, pathetic and most importantly, dissatisfied. He finally took a sip of beer as he watched Marty fall apart.

Yes, this was going to be enough. For now, at least.

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