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[rafesthroatbaby]

FOREVER that bitch 😏💋💅

[iwannagohomelol]

Hi again but this time cliva

[biitchcakes]

I think about this exchange a lot.

( personals DNI . )

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — on the radio.

JULY 15, 1989

Marty sighs, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. He flexes his hands, rolling his shoulders, trying to work the kink out of his back before getting back to work. That’s pretty much the only downside of tinkering around with various unfinished projects of Doc’s; way too many hours spent hunched over. 

“That was Tom Petty with ‘I Won’t Back Down’ here on KWHV 108.3 and I’m your host, Jamie Lee.” The deejay’s voice is sweet and smooth, and he remembers, warmth creeping across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, that Jamie Lee was his first crush. As if it wasn’t enough she was the coolest girl inside the halls of Hill Valley High, outside of school she was the best basketball player and had the best music taste. A triple threat for sure. 

“Next up we’ve got something kinda special: a new group that’s been soaring through the charts and sent the music world spinning with their electrifying debut.” 

Marty feels his heart quicken in his chest and tries to tell himself to calm down, the radio static buzzing in his head. He drops the screwdriver, which clatters to the table clumsily. There’s no way. There’s absolutely no way in hell she could be talking about–

“So, without further ado, with their lead single ‘Strangerland’ off their album 88, give it up for Hill Valley’s very own hometown boys, McFly and the Flyaways!’ 

His stomach drops. He’d recognize that opening riff anywhere.

“Future sight can’t help me tonight, tired of waitin’ for time to restart–”

“Holy shit,” he breathes. “Holy shit!” he exclaims, leaping to his feet and not even caring that he hits his head on the way up. “Doc! DOC!” 

He only feels a little bad when the door gets kicked open and his best friend bursts into the room like he’s goddamn Batman, clad in safety goggles instead of a cape and wielding a fire extinguisher instead of a Batarang. 

“MARTY!” Doc cries, looking around like a man possessed, frantic in his search for some threat. “What is it? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

He runs to the scientist, grasping his upper arms. His face hurts from smiling so much. 

“Doc! Doc, listen!”

“—ghosts in my head, there’s a ghost in the mirror that I see instead—" comes his own voice a moment later. 

Marty bows his head, grip momentarily tightening. There’s a lump in his throat and when he looks up at Doc again, his blue eyes are watery.

“My song, Doc,” he whispers. An awestruck, dumbstruck, disbelieving smile on his face makes him look all of thirteen again and he couldn’t care less. He lets out a laugh that’s a little too close to a sob for comfort. “They’re playing my song.” 

The fire extinguisher falls to the ground with a thud as Doc returns the embrace, holding Marty at arm’s length so tightly he thinks he’ll wake up with bruises in the morning. If Marty thought his own smile was big and stupid, it had nothing on Doc’s. 

“Do you know what this means?” he murmurs. 

“You were right,” Marty replies. “All the stuff you said to me.” 

“If you put your mind to it…” Doc starts, gently.

“…You can accomplish anything,” Marty finishes. 

The chorus starts, crackly over the radio, but it’s the greatest thing he’s ever heard. 

“Oh, I’m lost in my dreams, fallin' apart at the seams, and time is slippin' through my hand

But I got somethin' to prove, so what have I got to lose?

I'm gonna make it outta this

Strangerland!

I gotta make it outta this

Strangerland!” 

“Woah,” Marty laughs, tears sliding down his face. “This is heavy.” 

Doc pulls him into a bone-crushing hug which he eagerly returns, the instrumentation that took them weeks to nail blaring in the background.

“You did it, Marty. You made it.”

“I made it,” Marty repeats, as if it’ll make it feel more real. He feels lighter than air and like he’s buzzing with electricity, like he’s flying over a thundercloud. “Holy shit, I made it.” A sudden realization shocks him and his eyes widen. “I-I gotta tell the guys!”

“Go on, go on!” Doc encourages, letting him go, watching him fondly as he almost trips over his feet and the rug trying to make it to the phone in Doc and Clara’s library and study. 

However, it’s already ringing when he gets there. 

“Yo!” he greets, out of force of habit.

“Marty!” his dad’s warm voice responds. 

“Marty, honey, turn on the radio, quick!” his mom jumps in. “They’re playing it! Your, um, your Stranger in a Strange Land song!” 

“It’s your song, kiddo!” His dad sounds full to bursting with joy. “And boy, does it sound great!” 

He laughs, using his thumb and forefinger in a fruitless attempt to try to stem the flow of tears.

“Thanks, guys.”

“Oh, sweetheart, we’re so happy for you. And so proud of you, too, so proud.” His mom sounds like she’s about to cry, too. “Linda’s taping it and everything and Dave has it playing at the office!”

“We love you, son,” his dad reminds him, “and you’ll be home for dinner, right?”

“Yeah, Dad. I will. Love you too.”

[amyadams]

A Little Chaos (2014) dir. by Alan Rickman.

[eueclid]

good morning

[manslaught]

mikayla assumed that being warned about the fact that @ladyintree would be at this wedding was enough to prepare her to see her for the first time in nearly eight years, that being in the same room as her wouldn't sting the way it might have back then. it shouldn't affect her, not when she's been over tai for years now— or so she's convinced herself after spending so many years hating tai for what she did. after they were rescued, the only thing mikayla really had to hold onto was the hope that they would be together again. all she had to do was survive a few months at most with her father, then she would be free, safe, able to figure out what the rest of her life with taissa would look like.

but apparently, she was the only one, because after mikayla's arrest, tai wasted no time ending things with her, leaving mikayla to believe that everything they had out in the wilderness didn't mean nearly as much to taissa as it did to her. she hated tai for that— for making her feel like all of that was for nothing, for being just another person to prove that mikayla desousa isn't someone worthy of actual, genuine love. she was just a distraction, one tai no longer needed the minute she was safe, when she could go back to the life she had planned without her. that's why she cut off all connection to tai completely, ignoring any attempt she made to contact her— she'd rather be alone than accept that tai was only reaching out to her out of pity, out of obligation for keeping each other alive out in the wilderness.

the only real plan she had for her future was figuring out one with tai. the specifics never mattered to mikayla, because just being safe, happy, was so unobtainable for so long that that would have been enough— but after tai proved that happiness would never be a real option for mikayla, she was forced to readjust, to figure something else out. it was difficult, given that she never particularly cared for school. she was only good at sports, and while she always preferred cheer in high school, mikayla knew that it wasn't a sustainable career. and that only left her with soccer, the sport she'd loathed for so long. it took her years in prison to actually decide to form her plan around it, and when she did, it was entirely out of spite— a final fuck you to her dead father, because if she succeeded, it meant she managed to do what he never could, and that alone would be satisfying enough.

it also meant that taissa would be forced to see her play the sport she loved, too— but that was just a bonus.

asher had repeatedly asked her if she would be okay, being in the same room as her ex-girlfriend, suggesting that he keep her away, but mikayla had insisted it would be fine. she didn't care anymore. tai might have broken her heart, but that was years ago, and mikayla's moved on. yet it still strike a cord in her heart, being this close to her, hearing her voice for the first time in years.

you look... fucking incredible.

immediately, it angers her, the nerve tai has to let those be her first words, as if eight years ago, she hadn't broken up with mikayla at arguably the lowest point in her life, leaving her when she needed tai the most. somehow, she doesn't let it show, keeping her expression controlled, almost bored, even if it takes everything in her to keep her composure. tai's not wrong, mikayla knows, because she made a point to go all out on her appearance, even more than usual, telling herself that it wasn't just because she would be here.

“ i know. ” it's said with the same overbearing confidence she'd had in high school, if not more. mikayla doesn't let herself look tai over, like she's not even worth the time, although the truth is, she doesn't need to, because she already has by now, stealing glances in her direction every chance she got— but she sure as fuck won't dare to let tai have the satisfaction of watching her do it now. “ do you, like, need something, or...? ” she trails off in confusion, as if needing something could be the only possible reason tai's speaking to her at all. and it should be, given that mikayla told her years ago not to bother talking to her, and nothing's changed since.

[a9saga]

the last shadow puppets - is this what you wanted? (leonard cohen)

[robotnikium]

good evening!! gerald cradling maria's dead body is gonna end me </3

[grievedifferent]

his stubble is everything to me

[lovesickhotel]

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[downs1de]

I need to sleep but I can’t stop thinking about how devastating it will be for Sam to find out he’s part demon….

[demonzoro]

so so excited to say i've been invited as an artist for @sanji-zine!

just between you and me... from the contributors i've seen so far, this is going to be SUCH a cool project. please follow us and see all the amazing things that we'll cook up for this artbook!

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — jennifer’s porch swing.

MAY 16, 1989

He’s still not sure this is actually happening.

If he stops to think about it, focuses too hard on the wrong thing, it might turn out to be a dream.

Jennifer is tucked into his side, her head on his shoulder, as he pushes them gently back and forth with his foot. The old porch swing creaks and the chain rattles. It’s the same as always, as familiar as breathing, but tonight, everything’s changed.

And they’re the only ones who know.

Marty kisses the top of her head, smiling.

“So, the future Mrs. Parker-McFly,” he begins, and she giggles.

“Yes, the future Mr. Parker-McFly?” she replies. God, the sound of that!

“…We got our whole life in front of us,” he continues. The album comes out in July and by this time next year they’ll each have degrees; real, actual college degrees. Somewhere further down the line, they’ll have kids and a place of their own and it’ll be so, so good. “How d’you think it’ll go?”

“We’ll graduate, get married,” Jennifer hums, with a dreamy sigh. “And once the album’s out, you’ll be so sick of hearing your songs on the radio all the time. But I won’t be.”

“You think so?” Marty teases. “Even after all the rehearsals?”

“Even then,” she reassures. “I’ll start writing. Maybe someday I’ll get a job as editor-in-chief.”

“There’s no maybe about it, Jen.” He squeezes her shoulder. “You’re gonna be great. You’ll win a Murrow Award and we’ll frame every article you write.”

“But you know something?” Jennifer asks. “Even if none of that happens, I’ll be happy if we just have one thing.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

She pulls away from him then, taking his hands in hers— he’s gonna have to get used to the feeling of the ring around her finger— and searches his face.

“I wanna be sitting on our front porch with you sixty years from now, still holding your hand, and just as in love as we are now.”

Marty leans forward so their foreheads are touching, tracing the back of her hands with his thumbs.

“I want that too,” he agrees, “more than anything.”

[rafesthroatbaby]

i miss summer

[daandova]

dude i'm so close to remaking only because of this stupid delay choke tumblr has on my posts