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this picture warms my heart. the BTTF cast in August 2023, reunited. a big, loving family ♥
#bttf#back to the future#michael j fox#chris lloyd#lea thompson#tom wilson#thomas wilson#thomas f wilson#michris#doc brown#marty mcfly#mammett
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@cutemammett a little roleplay to sweep you off your feet and drop you into the cradle of new beginnings?
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I bless the love for old man
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And this right here
Is my favorite part of this movie
This is Marty realizing for probably the 1,000 time by this point that he has lost Emmett YET AGAIN
Marty spends the whole movie franchise (and the video game) trying desperately to chase after Emmett, to keep him firmly in his life, to just be with him without some catastrophe happening that tears them away from each other!! 😢 Granted, they are the ones that started the whole thing but I digress...
All he wants is for him and Emmett to both be okay, to both be alive and to both be in the same timeline with one another. Is that so much to ask???? 😭
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Here’s the thing. The original Doc who died in the first timeline may have never had any feelings for Marty. But the Doc who wore the bullet proof vest is a different man. Unlike the original Doc, who met Marty in 1982 when he was a teenager, this new paradox Doc had 30 years to pine over a whirlwind friendship with a clever, mysterious, vivacious time traveler who thought Doc walked on water. Marty is only in 1955 briefly, but his impact is obviously profound. Marty has so much respect, admiration and faith in Doc that it literally rubs off on him by the end of their time together. Doc begins to think more highly of himself and his capabilities.
Fast forward 30 years. Marty returns to a paradox of 1985. Some effects of his meddling are more obvious than others (ie his family), but the point is this is no longer the same Doc he left behind. At first glance he may appear similar. Their relationship may appear unchanged. But I’d be interested to discover how much of that is Doc’s own careful construction, having to hide the existence of time travel and his prior meeting with Marty in 1955. I imagine a Doc that has been hopelessly infatuated with the memory of Marty for three decades, but is unwilling to jeopardize their friendship and Marty’s understanding of reality to act upon it.
The question I keep coming back to is this: just how different is this paradoxical Doc who wore the bullet proof vest? How drastically did those thirty years of waiting alter him from the original Doc that Marty knew? And how will this change the trajectory of their relationship once they’re both on the same page?
This is all my meta musing of course, because I don’t think Marty would consciously “get” that this new Doc belongs to a paradox, and the original Doc really WAS shot to death in front of him by terrorists. Even if he could wrap his brain around it, he wouldn’t want to. Doc is Doc to him. No matter what time.
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Just like every other time Marty has seen his father since the situation with Doc had begun, George greets him with a smile and voice that oozes fondness. And just like every other time, it untwists something deep in Marty’s chest that twists itself into knots every time his father leaves.
In between their visits Marty can’t help but worry that his mother will finally turn George against him and Doc, but each time he sees his dad he knows she hasn’t succeeded- and manages to doubt that she ever will.
“Hey kiddo,” George greets, and Marty feels his lips spread into a grin.
“Hi dad,” he answers. His gaze flicks to the side, toward the entrance to the yard, and then shifts back to his dad. Marty clears his throat and takes a half step back. “Do you want to come in?”
Surprise flashes across George’s face, but it’s quickly overshadowed by joy. He grins, warm and wide, and nods.
“I’d love to.”
Stuffing his nerves firmly down, Marty waves his dad through and swings the door shut hastily behind them. George follows him to the kitchen, and while Marty beelines for the coffeemaker George takes a seat at the kitchen table, across from Doc.
“Good morning Doc,” he says, and something relaxes in Marty’s chest again.
His dad won’t do anything to hurt him- either of them. He’s here because he understands.
“Good morning,” Doc replies easily. “How are you?”
“Can’t complain,” George shrugs wryly, and Doc chuckles.
“No, I’d imagine not.”
“We’re going to talk in the living room,” Marty says then, holding a mug out to his dad as he reaches the table. George takes it with a mumbled thank you. “If you need me-“
“I can survive without you,” Doc interrupts playfully. “For an hour or two.”
Marty grins and leans down, smacking a kiss onto the top of his head, and then he turns and gestures for his dad to follow him.
Once they’re settled on the couch with their drinks, Marty forces himself to hold his father’s gaze. He’s still not entirely sure he wants to hear his mother’s side of things, but he figures he owes her at least that before cutting her off completely.
Even the thought makes his heart throb in protest.
“Alright,” he says quietly. “You wanted to talk about mom?”
“I do,” George agrees. “But are you ready to hear it?”
“I don’t know,” Marty admits. His gaze falls, lingering on a thread in his jeans. “I think so. I’ll do my best to listen and stay calm. That’s the best I can do.”
“That’s all I ask,” George promises. “I’m not expecting you to run back to your mother with open arms, son. I know this situation is more complicated than that.”
“Okay,” Marty says, and it’s a relief to hear his father say those words. Some part of him had worried that George had expected this talk to change something between Marty and Lorraine, and there’s too much between them right now for one talk to change anything.
And Marty does his best to remain calm while his dad talks. George politely doesn’t comment on the way Marty’s fingers flex around his mug of tea, or the tight set of his jaw, and his voice stays calm and even all the while.
“- try to understand this from a parent’s point of view,” George finally says, and Marty can’t help the slightly accusatory tone in his voice when he replies.
“Why should I try to see it from her perspective if she won’t see it from mine?”
“She probably does, son,” he reasons, and Marty snorts. “You think you’re the first person to have a crush on someone older than you?”
“Well, no,” he admits grudgingly.
“Before anything else, you’re our son. Sometimes it’s hard to separate the young man you are now from the baby we held in our arms,”
George says, and Marty guiltily looks away. “I won’t lie to you Marty, I haven’t had much luck talking to your mother about this. She doesn’t like it. She’s not happy, and she wants you to come home-“
“I’m not coming home!” Marty snaps fiercely, and George holds his free hand up in surrender.
“I know,” he soothes, and Marty relaxes back into the couch and sighs.
“I’m sorry.”
“All your mom can see is a predator. She doesn’t see what the relationship was before- and to a point I understand, because sometimes I struggle too. But the difference between us is that you’re giving me a chance to see otherwise. Don’t you think your mother deserves that chance too?”
“There’s a big difference here dad,” Marty insists, struggling to keep his voice even. “I trust you- because you proved that I could. You heard me out- you let me explain, and you’ve been honest with me.
Mom hasn’t done any of that. For all I know she’s going to call the police on Doc the next time she has her eyes on him. I’m not saying you guys can’t have concerns about the choices I make with my life, but calling Doc a pedophile isn’t fair.
I pursued him. I went after him. I had no idea he had any kind of feelings for me aside from platonic until after I crossed that line. He would never do anything to hurt me, and I know that our relationship is…. different… and I know not everyone is going to get it and not everyone is going to accept it.
I can’t control that, but what I can control is the people I keep close to me, and I’m sorry dad but I’m not going to keep someone in my life that thinks something that vile about the man I’ve chosen to spend my life with. It’s me and Emmett, it’s /our/ life, that we’re going to build together. If mom can’t accept that, then I’m sorry but she can’t be in my life.”
George studies him for a moment, and Marty does his best to hold his father’s gaze. Finally, after a silence that lasted long enough to have Marty’s heart pounding with nerves, George nods his head once to acknowledge Marty’s statement.
“I understand,” he says softly. “But all I’m asking Marty, is that you give your mother the chance to understand too. Let her learn how wrong she is. She won’t be able to see it if you cut her off.”
“Dad-“ he starts, but sorrow closes his throat.
He doesn’t want to cut his mom off. In spite of everything, he knows he still loves her- but he doesn’t trust her. George reaches forward and gently pats Marty’s knee, and the young boy looks up.
“Sit her down and tell her what you told me. You don’t even have to bring Doc if you don’t want to. It can be the two of you, or I can be there- but I promise you Marty,” George’s hand lifts to gently take his son’s free hand and he squeezes lightly. “I will not let her call the police on Doc. I wouldn’t trick you like that. You know that, right?”
Marty studies his father’s gaze for a second, and then squeezes the hand holding his.
“Yeah. I do,” he admits. George smiles, and Marty looks down at their hands. “You just want me to talk to her?”
“Just lay it all out for her.”
Marty chews his lower lip, contemplating his options for a moment. It doesn’t sound too bad- and his father’s promise is an extra reassurance that his mom can’t trap him or Doc. And honestly, some part of him yearns to defend Doc to her, to tell her how wrong she really is.
Another part of him wants to just call it quits, because the damage has already been done.
Marty swallows thickly and peeks up at his dad through his lashes.
“I’ll do it.”
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it came to me in a vision
#mammett#madohomu#back to the future#btf#puella magi madoka magica#madoka magica#pmmm#i’m so silly!! :3c#proship#proship safe#proship please interact
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enjoy you stinky people (this is referring to mammett shippers, if you’re normal then you are a nice smelling person)
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You can’t put a DeLorean in your pocket, Marty
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the scream i scrumpt when i discovered these existed last night???? september is not soon enough i need them NOW and i need to put them in little kigurumis, pajamas, lingerie, alt fashion, dresses etc
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✨️ screencap redraws ✨️
Doc and Marty: idiots 👏 in 👏 love 👏
#mammett#back to the future#bttf#marty mcfly#doc brown#emmettt brown#screencap redraw#screenshot redraw#wip#my art#digital art#doodles#antis fuck off#antis dni
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The whole opening scene with the rain coming down and the shot of the mansion, Marty driving Emmett's car home and then carrying him inside. All this while a sweet violin plays a melancholy tune. 🥰👌😘
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Hello! Just wanted to thank you for writing such amazing bttf fic - I loved your "Anthology" verse and decided to try out some of your other stuff. Age gap is not my thing, usually (just not my jam), but I figured I'd give it a shot nonetheless (backspace button exists for a reason, right?) and... uhh I kinda read EVERY SINGLE ONE of your bttf fics in a span of three days. Whoops. I'm currently on my second reread, and... yeah. Thanks! They're awesome, I wish I could give you like a million kudos more :D Have an awesome day!
Whoa, it’s wild to me that you read my Pacific Rim “Anthology” universe and decided to hop from there to my Back to the Future fic! Although, now that I think about it, mad/weird science is not such a leap between those two fandoms. I mean, they really do have that in common. Time travel and fighting giant, alien sea monsters are about the same level of over-the-top!
Age gap isn’t usually my thing, either, so imagine my surprise when a friend reminded me, ca. 2014, that we had once found extremely well written Doc/Marty fic on LJ back in the day (shout-out to Kleenexwoman). And I was like, huh, you know, that’s one of the only places in fandom where a significant age gap never bothered me due to the solid friendship and trust? My friend was like, well, I’m getting back into those movies, could I request a fic from you? And I was like…huh. I still love those movies, and I think I could actually manage their voices…and you know what, I heard there’s a video game now where one of the possible age gaps has them at, well, no gap. So I initially looked at it as a massive experiment in how different it would (or would not) be writing stories about them at all the possible time travel points/age gaps. At the time, my own feeling of powerlessness in an abusive relationship (that had a mere one-year age gap) was the other reason I engaged in those writing projects. It felt safer for me to be writing about a couple with rock-solid trust across a handful of possible age gaps than thinking about my own situation. It was also a compelling experiment that kept me writing for a few years while all that bad shit went down. Like, haters and antis can come at me all they like about this; any given person’s reasons for writing, well, anything is often more complex than it looks from the outside.
This ask was at the bottom of my inbox, and I realize it’s likely been there for a month. I can be pretty failtastic when it comes to scrolling the whole way down, so forgive me on that score, anon! I’m so glad you loved the stories. I don’t easily see myself going back to that fandom, but I also wouldn’t 100% rule out a revisit if the right friend asked me again. It’s incredible the handful of things I’ve written over time that I might never have written otherwise because a dear friend asked me to fill a gap they couldn’t fill by looking elsewhere. I’m a stronger writer for all of those experiences.
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Marty is anxious the second he wakes up, but he does his best to push it down and not dwell on it. Emmett is out of bed before he is, and Marty follows him so he can cozy up to him while they brush their teeth. Doc presses a kiss and an ‘I love you’ into his temple when they’re finished, and Marty tangles their fingers together as they head for the kitchen.
He has no doubt in his mind that his boyfriend knows exactly what he’s doing, being clingier than usual, but Doc isn’t about to complain about a little extra clinginess.
Jennifer arrives as Doc is flipping the last pancake, and she busies herself with helping Marty set the table. Over the course of breakfast his nerves ease, and he relaxes into the conversation as Jennifer chats with Doc about her latest physics assignment.
She helps them clean up once they’re through eating, and gives Marty a parting squeeze before she leaves with a promise to call later to check in.
“You alright, future boy?” Doc asks softly, and Marty relaxes into the curve of his boyfriends chest as Doc’s arms slide around his waist.
“What if my mom answers?” he murmurs, gaze focused on the phone sitting neatly on the stand a few feet away.
“Then you hang up,” Doc replies, pressing a soft kiss to the curve of Marty’s jaw. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I know,” Marty sighs, and when he steps forward Doc steps with him. The younger boy laughs when they stumble, and he holds tighter to the arms around his middle when they steady themselves next to the phone. “I want to talk to my dad though. I think.”
Doc laughs against his temple, pressing a fleeting kiss to his hairline.
“You think,” he repeats playfully, and Marty snorts a laugh and grabs the phone.
Doc falls silent but doesn’t release him, instead resting his chin on Marty’s head as the younger boy dials his home number. It helps immeasurably to have Doc wrapped around him while he dials; it keeps his hands from shaking with his nerves.
The phone only rings twice before someone on the other end picks up.
“McFly residence,” Linda answers, and Marty almost falls over right in Doc’s arms he’s so relieved that it’s not his mother.
“Linda, hey. It’s me.”
“Marty! Hey stranger, how are you? How’s Doc?”
Marty casts a sly glance at his boyfriends hands before he replies.
“He’s good. Listen- is dad home?”
“He is. I’ll get him for you,” she says. Marty thanks her, and mercifully she turns the phone away from herself as she shouts for their father. Once he’s coming, her voice sounds over the tinny speakers again. “Can I ask you something Marty?”
“Of course,” he answers, fingers nervously flexing around Doc’s hand.
“What happened at dinner? Mom and dad won’t say a word about it. Dave and I thought it was going well.”
Marty debates for a second whether or not he wants to answer that question. He’d been trying to avoid bringing his siblings into the drama his relationship had unintentionally caused, but he can’t deny that it’s tempting to tell her. He knows his siblings had accepted their relationship; they’d been no less welcoming to Doc after finding out than they had been before.
It’s that knowledge that makes him confess.
“I caught her crying in the kitchen,” he says, and he can’t even see his sister but somehow he knows that she’s frowning. “Saying I deserved better, and that Emmett and I shouldn’t be together. I guess I expected that, but I’d hoped it would be different.”
“I’m sorry,” Linda says sincerely. “Dave and I had no idea. We could tell she was a little uncomfortable, but we didn’t realize it was that bad. Has she said anything to you?”
“Not since dinner,” he replies honestly. “And honestly, I don’t want to hear anything she might have to say.” Marty pauses for a moment, and then sighs. “I’m sorry Lin, I don’t want to drag you into this.”
“You aren’t dragging me into anything. I’d rather you be honest with me than bottle this up,” she pauses, and the silence only lasts a moment before she breaks it. “Dad’s here, I’ll talk to you later okay?”
She doesn’t wait for him to reply. He hears shuffling on the other side of the phone, and then his dads voice sounds through the speakers. He sounds relieved, like he wasn’t sure before that Marty would actually reach out, which he supposes is fair.
“Marty, I was hoping to hear from you.”
“Hey dad. Are you free today? I think I’m ready to hear you out.”
“I’ll make myself free,” George answers instantly. “I’ll be there in an hour.”
“Alright, see you soon dad.”
George mumbles his agreement, and Marty puts the phone back on the cradle. He’s relieved that his father had agreed so easily, and he finds that the vast majority of his nerves have dissipated. He’s still nervous to know what exactly his dad is going to say, but it’s nothing compared to the anxiety that had gripped him before the phone call.
“Better?” Doc murmurs, no doubt feeling the way Marty’s entire body has sagged as his nerves relaxed.
“Better,” he agrees, turning in the scientists arms to steal a soft kiss. “He’ll be here in an hour. Wanna have a quick shower?”
Doc chuckles and kisses him again.
“Lead the way, future boy.”
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“Lorraine, honey, can we push our rematch another hour or two?” George calls as he heads for the kitchen. His wife’s head pokes through the doorway a moment before he reaches it.
“Of course George. Is everything okay?”
“Marty called, and he’d like to talk to me,” he says, and something like anxiety flashes briefly through her eyes. “I told him we could meet in an hour.”
“Of course,” she agrees. “Send him my love.”
“I will, honey.”
George’s lips meet her cheek and then he’s heading for the door. Lorraine chews her lower lip, indecision warring within her, but when he reaches the door she calls after him.
“George,” he turns and arches a brow. “You’ll keep in mind what we discussed, won’t you?”
Something passes over his face but it’s gone too quickly for Lorraine to identify it. George nods once, and then steps out the door. In the wake of his departure Lorraine heads back into the kitchen to grab her breakfast, and joins Linda at the table.
“Is dad going to talk to Marty?” she asks as soon as her mother is seated, and Lorraine nods.
“Yes. Hopefully he can talk some sense into Marty and we can finally put this situation behind us.”
Linda’s expression turns guarded, pausing in the middle of chewing her bacon. After a moment she clears her throat and swallows her bacon.
“What do you mean?”
Lorraine blinks- she’d thought it was obvious. She titters a soft laugh and shakes her head as she stirs a teaspoon of sugar into her coffee.
“I’m sure your father will be able to convince Marty to put an end to this and come home,” she says as she lifts her mug to her lips. She freezes when Linda scoffs, and slowly lowers the mug again.
“Mom, you need to stop this,” Linda says firmly, her irritation growing at the surprise on her mothers face. “If you don’t, all you’re going to do is alienate Marty. What’re you going to do if he doesn’t come home? Call the police? There won’t be any coming back from that.”
Lorraine clears her throat, struggling to keep her voice even and polite when she replies. She doesn’t understand; she’d thought they were all on the same page about this- well, perhaps aside from George. But she’d thought at the very least her children would be on her side.
“Linda honey, you’re young. You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t understand what’s happening here-“
“Yes, I do,” Linda interrupts firmly, quickly standing from her chair. “We all do. I think you’re the one that doesn’t understand.”
She doesn’t wait for a response from her mother, instead turning on her heel and walking briskly out of the room. Lorraine sighs softly, her gaze falling to her untouched eggs.
She just wants what’s best for Marty- and what’s best for him isn’t Doc Brown.
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