#mcfly july 2024

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★ Bracelet Edition! ★

TWIN PINES MASTERLIST

Mountain Dew Hat Man [B]

Video Rental [B]

Peanut Brittle [B]

Backyard Cookout [B]

"Don't Need Money, Don't Take Fame" [B]

Lite Beer [B]

Back in Town [B]

Manure Truck Driver [B]

A New Puppy [B]

Rite of Passage [B]

Baking Joey's Cake [B]

All-nighter [B]

Campfire [B]

Jennifer's Porch Swing [B]

"I think about it all the time." [B]

Synchronicity [B]

Dave's Night Off [B]

"Roll With Me, Henry" [B]

Playing Hooky [B]

Local Legend [B]

Babysitter [B]

"Duded-up, egg-suckin' gutter trash" [B]

Marlene's sleepover [B]

Out in the Desert[B]

The Honeymooners [B]

Clara's Diphtheria [B]

Twin Pines Mall Santa [B]

On the Radio [B]

24-Hour Scientific Services [B]

Blindspot [B]

Pepsi-Free (Free Day!) [B]

LONE PINE MASTERLIST

Mountain Dew Hat Man [B]

"Something very familiar about all this" [B]

Book Signing [B]

Hell Valley Biker Gang Ride [B]

"I Got to Double Back, My Friend" [B]

Biff's Grand Opening [B]

High School Sweetheart [B]

Wrong House [B]

Stolen Idea [B]

Point of No Return [B]

Reading George's First Draft [B]

The Easy Way [B]

Weather Experiment [B]

Jennifer's Bad Dream [B]

"Erased from Existence" [B]

Paradox [B]

Linda's Boutique [B]

Hill County Asylum [B]

A Sight for Sore Eyes [B]

Sleepyhead [B]

Bodyguard [B]

Lifelong Secret [B]

Marlene's Plan [B]

The Bottom of Clayton Ravine [B]

Tennis Match [B]

"YOUTH JAILED" [B]

Lone Pine Mall Santa [B]

Boarding School [B]

Something in the Mail [B]

Automobile Accident [B]

Pepsi Free (Free Day!) [B]

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mcfly july 2024 || 🌲 || day 31 Pepsi Free (Free Day!)

After dinner, the boys continued to bicker their way into the living room about whether Marty was D. B. Cooper or not and, after Jules’s latest attack, if Marty would again take up the mantle with his feels so hurt.

“What if I’m D. B. Cooper?” Jules asked.

“Can’t be. I am,” said Marty.

“Prove it.”

“You prove it.”

“You can’t prove a negative!”

Doc smirked.

“They’re building a fort now. Don’t worry, they aren’t too near the fire.”

Clara smiled. She laid the dishes in the sink. 

“Just tell them not to use the good tablecloths and our bedclothes.”

[inevitablemoment]

Uncle Marty

Day 21 - Babysitting

Marty and Jennifer look after three-month-old Ada while Doc and Clara enjoy their first date in months.

[mythical-bookworm]

McFly July Days 6-8

[freevoidman]

McFly July 16 🌲🌲- Synchronicity

Synchronicity [noun]: the simultaneous occurrence of events which appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection. Marty wondered if playing that arcade game in Cafe 80s was a sign.

Back in his Hill Valley, Marty was a wiz at the arcade. He’d go out with the band some weekends and played with the goal of getting his initials on every cabinet’s high score read-out. Sometimes he didn’t have a lot of money for tokens, so he went all-in with each attempt. Paul could get to the end of Donkey Kong without blinking, Bobby always beat him at the Space Invaders, and Lee was insane at Pac-Man. Marty saw him break the game by going for so long it just couldn’t handle it.

Marty’s game of choice? Wild Gunman.

He didn’t know why his reaction time was so insane, but it extended way beyond video games. He could turn on a dime and take off running in less than a second, and he knew how to recognize the sound of the garage door opening and race to his room in less than a minute. All that Wild Gunman did was actually time just how good Marty’s reflexes were.

When he saw the cabinet for Wild Gunman in Cafe 80s, he had to give it a go. He thought the kids would be impressed—look at this guy, taking out three cowboys in less than two seconds!—only for them to be annoyed that the game had to be played with their hands. Tough luck, Marty thought. They were young. They just couldn’t appreciate the pure skill that had been put on display.

Now, though, Marty was standing in 1885 (a different 80s from the futuristic cafe, but an 80s all the same) holding a very real, very heavy, insanely deadly gun, and the idea of playing Wild Gunman barely a day ago made his gut twist.

Marty had never held a real gun before. He’d seen them, sure. He’d watched The Godfather and Dirty Harry too many times to count. He’d even had a gun pointed at him by Biff in that alternate 1985. But holding one—a real, live gun—was different. He could feel the handle digging into his palm, hear the chamber spin as it was reloaded for him. The bang as he pulled the trigger and hit a distant target made him flinch, and the gun nearly flew out of his hands from the recoil.

Buford Tannen wanted a duel. Marty knew he had the reaction time to probably hit him dead on, if Wild Gunman was any indication. He even had the aim, if that shot put into the target wasn’t beginner’s luck.

Maybe that last game in the cafe was a sign—predestination or something’ like that. Marty’d never been a religious guy, but it’s hard to see point A leading to point B and not think something greater was at play. He really hoped it wasn’t, because as shitty as Buford Tannen was, Marty dreaded being the one to pull that trigger.

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"I'll only post the first prompt for day 16 because I got that done ahead of time" wow look at past me being a liar and getting this written TODAY even though I'm trying to do the older prompts to catch up. Ah well, it's one more thing written and done lol.

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🌠🌲MCFLY JULY 2024🌲🎇

Doodles, drawings of different scenarios! (+tiny drabble sometimes)

🌲🌲:

Mountain Dew Hat Man

Video Rental

Peanut Brittle

Backyard Cookout

"Don't Need Money, Don't Take Fame"

Lite Beer

Back in Town

Manure Truck Driver

A New Puppy

Rite of Passage

Baking Joey's Cake

All-nighter

Campfire

Jennifer's Porch Swing

"I think about it all the time."

Synchronicity

Dave's Night Off

"Roll With Me, Henry"

Playing Hookie

Local Legend

Babysitter

"Duded-up, egg-suckin' gutter trash"

Marlene's sleepover

Out in the Desert

The Honeymooners

Clara's Diphtheria

Twin Pines Mall Santa

On the Radio

24-Hour Scientific Services

Blindspot

Pepsi-Free (Free Day!)

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mcfly july 2024 || 🌲🌲 || day 31 Pepsi Free (Free Day!)

“You’re not D. B. Cooper!”

Marty put his fork down. He held Jules’s stink eye as he chewed his porkchop. He glanced around the dinner table; Doc and Clara hid their grins behind paper towels and Pepsi. 

“Jules, this aggression, this –” Marty released a dejected sigh. “When you invalidate who I am like this, it’s really hurtful.”

Jules stared at him.

“And you know what? I don’t have to prove it to you anymore,” Marty said. “I know my truth.”

“Well done, Jules,” Verne snipped. “You’ve offended him.”

“What?”

“Now he’ll never be D. B. Cooper again!” “He never was!”

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mcfly july 2024 || 🌲 || day 30 Automobile Accident

“It’s just a fender bender, Mom,” Dave whined. “The car still runs just fine!”

“Your brother was in the car,” Lorraine said.

“He was wearing a seatbelt! He was fine! It wasn’t even my fault! The guy cut me off!”

Lorraine shook her head and swiped her vodka soda off the bar on her way to the patio.

“You’re grounded.”

“Mom!”

“You can catch the bus to work.”

“Oh, come on!” Dave shouted. “Biff’ll total it next week, and you won’t even sue him!”

“Not another word, David,” Lorraine warned.

“But Mom —”

The patio door slid shut.

“Damn it.”

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mcfly july 2024 || 🌲🌲 || day 30 Blindspot

A gentle knock came at Marty’s bedroom door.

“Sweetheart, wake up.”

Her voice was wrong.

Marty pushed himself up, seeing the emotion on his mother’s face he’d heard. His stomach sank when he saw the clock; he forgot to meet Doc last night.

Shit.

Lorraine sniffed. 

“Mom. What’s wrong?”

The police had no idea what to make of the scene. A pod of stolen plutonium was in the DeLorean, but when they went to Doc’s lab to find the case, the property was on fire. The Feds mysteriously showed up to seize the remaining assets.

“Can you take the dog?”

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mcfly july 2024 || bracelet edition || 🌲 || day 31

Pepsi Free (Free Day!)

Guys, I've had a blast once again participating in McFly July! I almost died a few times, but I kept my promise and can still say I've completed every prompt every year!

As a reminder, all of the amazing bracelets you saw this month are up for grabs for the #bttfbffs friendship exchange free of charge, and they are also for sale! Just shoot me a DM! (I swear I'll get Etsy figured out soon lol)

Signing off this McFly July with some stone, ocean-y/ Enchantment Under the Sea-inspired vibes because I just love them! Thanks again for hosting, Haley! Can't wait for next year! :D

[bgsbracelets]

mcfly july 2024 || bracelet edition || 🌲🌲 || day 31

Pepsi Free (Free Day!)

Big beads and gold charms for another version of the Classic Marty look!

Type: Charm || Metal: Gold || Weight: 0.5 oz || Beaded Length: 6.00

[doctorbrown]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ 「 30 / 31 * BLIND SPOT 」

April 16, 1991

“Mom’s gonna lose it when she sees that,” Verne says, scrunching up his face as he studies the nasty bruise swelling up around Jules’ left eye. It’s gnarly—so much so he reaches out to touch it, prompting Jules to swiftly smack his wrist away—purples and reds and blacks blossoming out from his eye, his upper eyelid swollen, encroaching on the eye itself, and Verne whistles, not envying his brother’s position.

That looks like it hurts.

Last time that happened to him, his face ached for days and Curie only made it worse, trying to help with the bruising by licking it clean. It was almost as bad as the scolding lecture Mom had given him.

“I know,” Jules says, heaving a sigh of resignation well older than his twelve years. “I don’t know what’s going to be worse, her worrying about this and sitting us—”

“—You! Don’t drag me into this, it wasn’t my fault this time!”

“—down for another one of her lectures about why we shouldn’t let ourselves get provoked into fights with the other kids or the look on Dad’s face.”

“Mom,” Verne answers without a moment’s hesitation, “no question. Dad only freaked last time ‘cause the school called him and made him come down there and made it sound like something bad happened to you.”

All the kids in the school had talked about it for a week, how crazy old Doctor Brown burst into the school like a madman and chewed out not only the principle, but the teacher who’d allowed such an incident to happen right under her nose.

Peter Weintraub spent the whole next day telling anyone who would listen that Doctor Brown got so angry he threatened them with one of his creepy death rays and Verne nearly marched all the way to the upperclassman’s lunchroom to even out Peter’s stupid, smug face with a second black eye.

God, he really hated that kid sometimes. And Jules had to sit in classrooms with him every day. The thought nearly makes Verne shudder.

Jules barks out a sound between a huff and a laugh. “Yeah, Dad doesn’t get angry often but he really wasn’t happy that day. But that just gave Peter another reason to start running his mouth like the jerk he is.”

Verne kicks a rock in their path, sending it flying down the street. “He musta messed up real bad this time if you hit him after you promised Mom you wouldn’t.”

Throwing his head back, Jules lets out the loudest, most exaggerated sound of exasperation and disgust a twelve-year-old could possibly manage. “He started going off about Dad again! And not with the usual stuff either. I still hate it that people think Dad’s just some crazy failure ‘cause we can’t tell them about the You-Know-Whats or all the other cool stuff he’s been inventin’ for them, but you know what he says.”

That it doesn’t bother him because it’s nothing he hasn’t heard all his life, and probably in far worse ways than anything these kids can come up with. Verne nods, understanding all-too-well.

“So fine, he can say whatever he wants and if the others laugh with him, they don’t know anything. But this time he went too far, talking about how Dad’s too old, sayin’ stuff about Mom, and I just lost it.” Jules goes to rake his hand down his face and thinks better of it at the last second, diverting his energy into following Verne’s lead and sending a rock hurtling down the street with all the pent-up anger he can summon. “Next thing I know I’m hitting him and we’re yelling and—ugh, Mom’s gonna kill me.”

“Mom’s not gonna kill you. But she is gonna give you That Look that makes you wish you could steal one of Dad’s Machines.” Suddenly, Verne snaps his fingers, taken by a brilliant idea. “I bet Uncle Marty’s got some makeup at his place we could use to cover that up. And he won’t rat on us to Mom and Dad.”

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mcfly july 2024 || bracelet edition || 🌲 || day 30

Automobile Accident

Marty just HAD to hit a Rolles Royce...

Type: Acrylic || Metal: Silver || Weight: 0.3oz || Beaded Length: 5.75

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mcfly july 2024 || bracelet edition || 🌲🌲 || day 30

Blindspot

Colors inspired by that gaudy, obnoxious Twin Pines Biff!

Type: Heishi || Metal: Gold || Weight: 0.2 oz || Beaded Length: 6.00

[doctorbrown]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ 「 29 / 31 * 24 HOUR SCIENTIFIC SERVICES 」

March 1983, Twin Pines Timeline

“It’s hopeless, Doc. I’m never gonna figure out this chemistry stuff in time for the test tomorrow.” Marty sighs heavily, dropping his pencil down on the table. His head follows suit barely a second later, his forehead thunking against the workbench. “Can we run through it again?”

Emmett sets the circuit board and screwdriver he’d been tinkering with down on the table, pushing the remnants of their late dinner aside. Burger King again, at Marty’s insistence, when their study session had gone well into the late evening and Marty’s growling stomach had reminded them both that—again—they’d forgotten to eat, lost in their own world. “It’s getting late, Marty. It’s already past eleven; you should get going, get some rest before the morning.”

“One more time, Doc—let’s just run through it again.” Marty lifts his head up and trains his big, pleading eyes full-force on Emmett. “I’ve almost got this balancing equations thing down. Let’s just do one more.”

He shouldn’t—he should send Marty on his way for the night, clean up their small mess, and turn his attention back to his own plans, work out a solution to the conundrum he’s been putting off and putting off until the moment was right. But Marty looks at him as if the entirety of his fate hangs in the balance of his answer and if he really is still having difficulties with this, he can’t very well turn him away when there’s still time to drill the material into the boy’s head.

But something tells him there’s far more to it than that.

“Alright, we’ll go through it one more time. But first I want you to let your parents know you’ll be staying late so they don’t wonder where you are or think I’ve kidnapped you for use in one of my nefarious experiments.”

Marty appears to visibly shrink into himself, confirming Emmett’s suspicions. A hundred and one questions leap to his lips but he keeps his mouth shut, waiting for Marty to answer. Something has been up recently—it has been written all across his face, in his eyes, clear as day after all this time getting to know him. Marty wears his heart on his sleeve and it didn’t take him long to understand all the boy’s little quirks and mannerisms, to know when to push and when to give him the space and freedom to open up on his own time and fall into a comfortable synchronisation that he can hardly imagine his days without, now.

Lately, he has been reluctant to leave even after spending all of his free time after school here, helping about with various tasks, practising his music, or even just sitting on the couch, working through his homework with his headphones on and Einstein curled up against his side.

He hasn’t pried yet. This, whatever it is, he knows Marty will open up about when he’s ready, but it’s enough to keep him from wanting to return home.

“Yeah, alright Doc. Dad might still be up.” Marty walks to the phone as if he’s being marched to the gallows. After a few minutes of silence with the receiver held up to his ear, he looks over as if to say well, I tried, only for his brows to fly up when someone must have finally answered.

“Dad? Yeah, it’s me, it’s Marty—no, I’m—I’m gonna stay at Doc’s place for a while. No—no, Dad! We’re in the middle of something big and Doc needs my help. Yeah. I’ve got them. Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Emmett raises a brow as Marty turns triumphantly away from the phone. “’In the middle of something big?’”

Marty rubs the back of his neck. “I—didn’t want to tell him why I was really here. Sometimes I think Dad gets disappointed that he can’t do everything, you know? He knows a lot of things about sci-fi, but he’s not a scientist and he doesn’t know a thing about chemistry. So I didn’t want him to feel bad that you were helping me.”

“Ah.” It’s a rather thoughtful lie on Marty’s part, all things considered, and not one he feels he has the personal experience to contest. “Alright, let me grab my blackboard and you read me out one of the problems you’re having trouble with.”

Emmett slides a few miscellaneous boxes out of the way in order to roll the blackboard over to the living area and Marty sits himself down on the couch, paper and pencil in hand. “You were working on combustion reactions, right?”

“Uh—yeah, I think so.” Emmett writes the equation down on the board as Einstein decides he, too, wants to hear the lesson and takes a seat on the couch, ever the attentive student. It has been years since he gave a lecture like this, even one as unofficial and impromptu as this, but he finds he slides back into the role of instructor quite easily, old habits returning with each stroke against the board.

His explanations are careful, methodical, and Marty has always been more of a visual learner, he’s noticed, easily picking up on things that are shown to him rather than learning through mindless lectures being thrown at him, so he accompanies his explanations with drawings, breakdowns of each individual molecule.

Once he’s arrived at the answer with all the work to show for it on the board, he turns back to Marty, finding the kid flopped over on the couch using Einstein’s back as a pillow. Emmett lifts the study sheet off his lap, grabs the pencil off the ground, and looks over the problems he’d already solved.

They’re all correct.

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mcfly july 2024 || 🌲 || day 29 Something in the Mail

On Emmett’s eighteenth birthday, his father came home and proudly presented him with the mail.

“Happy birthday, son! There’s something special in there for you, I’d wager.”

“…Thank you.”

Emmett leafed through the envelopes until he found one addressed to him. 

From the courthouse. 

He set the other pieces of mail on the accent table and opened his letter under his father’s uncharacteristically wide grin.

“A-A jury summons,” Emmett read.

“Fantastic, isn’t it? Summoned on your first day eligible to serve! You’ll make a fine juror, son, a fine juror. Happy birthday.”

Emmett flashed a tight grin.

“Thank you, Father.”