#Linda McFly

[paisleycuff]

McFly July Day 4: Picnic

A little late, but I sketched up some snippets of a 4th of July picnic at a park with the original McFlys!

[fourth-dimensional-thinker]

A Linda aesthetic with all images coming from this magazine

[backtothefistfight]

Round 1, Left Side

[mythical-bookworm]

Day 7: Gingerbread

Baby McFlys making a gingerbread house! :D

Linda is making a masterpiece and is not letting 3 year old Marty anywhere near it 😆

Time taken: ~3 hours

Baby Marty has been rubbing off of me by @future-boi whoopsies. I adore him <3

Also thank you everyone who have been liking and reblogging my days, it's the reason I've gotten as far as I have haha.

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[incorrectbttfquotes]

Opening gifts on Christmas morning:

The kids: :D

George: Do you like--?

Lorraine: HEY EVERYONE PUT YOUR WRAPPING PAPER IN THIS BAG. Hey, tell your, TELL YOUR SISTER TO PUT THE WRAPPING PAPER IN THIS BAG. CAN YOU GRAB THAT PIECE FOR ME. Here what IF I HAND YOU THE BAG. DON’T JUST THROW IT OVER THERE, I--

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mcfly july 2023 || day 23 Family Ties

xxiii.

“Linda, you can barely tell –”

“No, Dad, you can! I run a vintage French boutique,” she said, nearly tripping on the hem of her wedding dress to step back and study the shades of their ties again. “I think I know the difference between mauve” – she gestured to Dave and Marty, then George – “and aubergine! You stick out like a sore thumb!”

“Can’t Father of the Bride’s be… distinctive?” Marty asked.

“Not that distinctive!”

“Now that you mention it,” Dave said of his tie, “this is more of a mulberry.”

“Oh my God, this cannot be happening to me…”

[daryfromthefuture]

DAY 29: GREG AND CRAIG

so...linda, right?

[m-ultiverso]

[paradise-bi-the-dashboard-lightt]

Patrica Wilkins as Linda McFly & others in Back to the Future the Musical appreciation post

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Does Bttf fandom rememver this masterpiece from last year?

A shot from my fanfic: "Babysitting 3 McFlys"

TUMBLR RUINED QUALITY T-T

[bri-to-the-future]

McFly July 23- Family Ties

[mannytoodope]

Marty:What a nightmare.

Linda:If Paul calls me, tell him I'm working at the boutique late tonight.

Dave:Linda, first of all, I'm not your answering service, second of all, somebody named Greg or Craig called you just a little while ago.

Linda:Well, which one was it, Greg or Craig?

Dave:I don't know! I can't keep up with all of your boyfriends.

Marty:Hey. What’s all  this?

Linda:Breakfast.

Dave:Did you sleep in your clothes again last night?

Marty:Yeah. I... Yeah. What are you wearing, Dave?

Dave: Marty, I always wear a suit to the office.

[backtothefistfight]

Semi Finals (Left Side)

[Image Description: Left - Linda McFly in a very pink outfit, holding her hair, looking frustrated. Right - Maggie McFly at a festival, holding Baby William and looking confident.]

[justsayinghi5]

I’ve got some fresh headcanons over here. Dw if it’s a bit incoherent it’s like brain sketches

Before:

I’m very very sure Marty isn’t the only skateboarder in his highschool, or like he’d be the sort of person to ride in the back of a pickup truck. Maybe Needles roped him into shoplifting something dumb like chips or VHS tapes. I just want Marty doing Normal Teenager Things.

Lorraine probably kept herself in a stagnant marriage due to the sunk cost fallacy. She doesn’t physically harm her children, that’s too far, but she excuses her worse parenting as tough love. She managed to quit cigarettes… by filling those spaces with alcohol.

George loves routines. He loves how unexciting and simple they are because he doesn’t have to worry about some big responsibility.

I don’t know how to explain it, but he kinda spends his life waiting for the next time Biff will show up, lick his boots, and then go back to waiting. His life revolves around Biff in a terrible way, and he’s always tense. I think I just headcanoned him having anxiety.

He’s a doormat, but not stupid; every now and then some spark of a more confident self will show up if he knows his children are doing something obviously reckless. He did lecture Marty about hitching cars on his skateboard like a normal parent, but gave up after Marty kept doing it anyway.

Dave is the most affected by the turbulent household due to being the oldest, and in moments he always swiftly regrets, takes it out on his siblings. His dad’s love of sci-fi wore off on him, and curiously watches Dr. Brown from the side of the Burger King during breaks. He will never have the courage to talk to him, and when Marty becomes friends with the man, Dave satiates his curiosity through Marty. His questions are always disguised as disapproval.

Linda tragically mastered the art of placating the household during its most stressful moments. She kinda has the vibes of a Disney adult. Maybe. Ends up loving 90’s and 00/10’s fashion.

Jennifer is 1 million percent a prep. Sometimes helps the pinheads if they happen to be making music in her vicinity, like a second opinion for things the band argues over. She even makes lyrics for a song that Marty encourages her to refine.

Doc’s past is better analyzed by other people on this site, but some of my thoughts are:

Doc abhors spiritualism, he is a Man Of All Sciences. Well, most of them. His weaker spots are psychology and sociology. The 60’s were not a time that meshed with his personality. Ends up listening to a bit of Elton John, some old 1920’s jazz, and Oingo Boingo because that would be playing whilst working on simple, arduously long tasks to keep his focus.

Ends up with looser ethics after spending thirty years alone with a time machine that Needs to be built. My man spent 0 time wondering about the ethics of time travel this time around outside of some theories. Loneliness is bad for people. It’s why he ends up fucking leaving Jennifer in the car during BTTF 2. He gets better after some time in 1885.

Clara adores the human brain, like even now there’s so much to learn about it. She’d be a scientist if it was socially acceptable but she is waveringly content with teaching the various sciences that make her heart flutter. Her first love is knowledge.

During:

I’ve always felt like this is a bit supernatural in places.

LP and TP Marty switch timelines as they improve, and leave behind empty timelines with a dead Doc and missing Marty. There is an improved LP I will probably elaborate on later.

After Marty gets back to 1985, Doc was still acting out the first loop without the vest, then the timeline gradually updates his condition when Marty flipped him over and turned away, the timeline properly updated and he lifted himself off the concrete.

Doc has memories from both timelines without overwriting because twin pine doc was dying/dead and his consciousness couldn’t put up much of a fight with lone pine doc’s memories. They kinda merge into the same person??? I have a chart of this somewhere and a fun comic idea

Subsequently, Doc knows what dying feels like, and can tell with frightening accuracy whether or not someone will survive an injury. A few incidents with Mad Dog tannen’s victims, CPR, and an isolated incident with the Heimlich maneuver create some different rumours about him. He’s unnerved when some of the more religious townsfolk call him an angel with grave seriousness.

There’s this constant blank feeling in the back of his head, and the faint sound of a heart monitor echoes in his mind in silent moments. Doc is at a loss for the sensation for years until someone’s account of a near-death experience describes the feeling exactly.

George’s strong love of science fiction is echoed by the rest of the town, and some people Marty interacted with in the 50’s end up with wildly varying theories on who Calvin Klein was.

Even with a bad hand, Marty still makes music with synths. It will never be the same, but he made peace with it in his 20’s.

Jennifer does not like time travel after stumbling into her future self, fainting, and waking up at home. She only goes when she feels it’s necessary and there are no other options. Eventually, her opinion pulls a 180 and she yearns to recycle the delorean for both herself and Marty. Reads Flatland at some point.

After:

Jennifer goes into engineering/physics and builds another time machine from the Delorean’s temporal modifications.

Doc somewhat believes in destiny, a near-death experience would do it. Owns a salt lamp.

Doc and Clara are in more of a QPR, but they’ll never call their relationship that. It’s just a bit different from most.

Jules and Verne aren’t Doc and Clara’s biological children. They were adopted after the train hijacking or something to do with Doc's presence in 1885 led to the deaths/separation of their parents. It was at least slightly out of guilt, but not the whole reason why.

The stories about the delorean crashing in 1885 survive to the present day as ghost/campfire stories about a spaceship

Due to weird time travel stuff, a person’s actions may be railroaded into specific movements or words to prevent paradoxes, like the fainting thing. It’s how the recording in BTTF 1 always remains consistent.

[jowritesfanfiction]

Marty’s Driver’s Test

Fandom: Back to the Future

Ships: Marty & Doc, Marty/Jennifer, Dave & Marty, Linda & Marty, George & Marty

Additional Notes: Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Canon

Synopsis: Marty’s got his driver’s test and thinks he’s going to fail, so he turns to the company he’s got for support.

If you’d like, feel free to read it here!

Marty McFly was going to take his driver’s test today. He’d been running through how to do all the maneuvers in his head for a week, but that didn’t help his anxiety over failure. His family wasn’t much help, either. 

“You’re not going to fail.” Dave said, with a mouth full of food. “It’s easy.”

Maybe for you, Marty thought.

Dave had passed his driving test with ease. That was Dave throughout his school career in a nutshell. It wasn’t until he got out of college that Dave actually had some difficulty. But that didn’t stop Dave from expecting his younger siblings to have the same ease in school that he had. 

“All you have to do is drive. It’s not that different.” 

Marty stared at his plate. 

“What?” Dave scoffed. 

“Nothing.” mumbled Marty. 

Dave checked his watch. “Oh dammit, I’m gonna be late.”

Dave shoved one last helping of food in his mouth and rushed out the door. 

“Where’s David?” Lorraine asked, appearing from the kitchen. 

“Late for work.” Linda explained. 

Lorraine sighed. “Marty, are you going to eat that food or are you just gonna stare at it?” 

“I’m not hungry.”

“You should eat.” Lorraine insisted. “It’ll help you for today.”

“I’ll eat it if you don’t want it.” Linda offered.

“No. I’ll eat.” Marty grumbled, stabbing at his food. 

“Suit yourself.” shrugged Linda.

Lorraine retreated back into the kitchen.

“Linda?” Marty asked. 

“Hm?”

“How did your driving test go when you took it?”

Linda squinted her eyes. “The examiner wasn’t paying attention most of the time and just made me drive around for a bit.”

“Oh.” Marty stabbed at his food. 

“Why?”

“I just wondered.”

“Your test’s today, right?”

“Don’t remind me.” he groaned. 

“You did that yourself.”

Marty sighed. 

“You’re not gonna fail. It’s easy.” Linda said.

Marty rolled his eyes. “That’s what everyone says, but it doesn’t help.”

“At least you’re taking the test in the summer and not during school.” 

Marty twirled his fork. 

“What test?” a tired George McFly asked, stumbling into the dinning room. “School hasn’t started up again, has it?”

“Marty’s got his road test today.” Linda announced. 

“Oh.” George said. “Did you want to practice before your test?”

“No.” Marty said, coldly. 

“Don’t you need the car for work, Dad?” 

“Oh, right…” George muttered, “After work, you can practice. If you want to.”

“My test is at one.” 

“Oh.” 

“You could tell us how to do the maneuvers.” Linda suggested. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” Marty snapped, leaving the table. 

George blinked.

“Where is he going?” Lorraine asked, returning from the kitchen. 

“My room.” Marty called back, thundering off. 

Maybe Jenniefer would be of some help. Afterall, she’d taken it more recently than the rest of the McFly household. 

“Hi, Mr. Parker. This is Marty. Is Jennifer around?”

“Yes, I’ll get her.”

Marty waited in silence. 

“Hey, Marty.” Jennifer said. 

“Hey, Jennifer.” Marty said. “How are you?”

“I’m doing well. My dad’s making me go shopping for his garden with him today.”

“Didn’t the last one die because he forgot to water it?” 

“Yeah.” Jennifer laughed, “He says he wants to try something new that he read in the newspaper.”

“Wonder how long it’ll take before this one dies.”

“I'll let you know.” Jennifer vowed. “But how are you?”

“I’m stressed out. I’ve got my road test today and I feel like I’m gonna fail.”

“Oh, I understand how you feel. I felt that way before I took mine.”

“Really?”

“Yup. I don’t think a single person hasn’t thought about failing.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Marty mumbled. “Hey, Jennifer?”

“Yes?”

“How was your road test?”

“The test wasn’t that hard when I took it.” Jennifer told him. “I thought for sure I was going to fail at the beginning, but it went away by the end.”

“How?”

Jennifer shuffled, “I don’t know…”

Marty looked down at his lap.

“But talking through what I was doing was helpful.” Jennifer interjected. “You could try that.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I’ll be cheering for you.” she promised. 

“Thanks.” Marty breathed.

“Yeah.” Jennifer smiled through the phone, “Oh. My dad’s calling me.”

“Right. Bye, Jen.”

“Bye, Marty. And good luck.”

“Thanks.”

Marty hung up and laid across his bed. He felt his stomach twist in a knot. His throat tightened as if he was going to puke. 

He wanted to puke—it’d get rid of this feeling. For a little bit at least. Maybe he'd get out of taking the driver’s test, too.

He whined and rolled on his bed. 

A knock came from his door—it was his mother. Marty groaned a response. 

“Your sister and I are going downtown to go shopping.” she told him. “Why don’t you go to a friend’s house?” 

He didn’t feel like going to a friend’s house. 

“Or you can come with us.”

Marty really didn’t want to do that. 

“What do you want to do?” his mother asked in a slightly demanding tone. 

“I’ll call a friend.” Marty grumbled. 

“Alright. Don’t forget to be home in time for your test.”

If only he could forget about that stupid test. Instead, all he could think about were three point turns and reverse turns. 

With Linda and Lorraine gone and a want—no, a need— to forget about his worries, Marty headed over to Doc, the only friend he felt he could go to. 

“Marty!” Doc greeted him. 

“Hey, Doc.” 

“Hello, Marty.” Doc greeted before adding, “Is everything alright?”

“I don’t really wanna talk about it.” Marty mumbled. “Can I just watch you work?”

“Sure.” Doc said, letting Marty in. 

Marty took a seat on the table. Doc began working on whatever invention he was working on and was talking to himself. 

“That should go there…nope. That’s the wrong one. This one should be…here…” Doc droned. 

Marty sat, watching Doc. “What’re you working on?”

“My biggest invention yet!” Doc announced. “If it works, that is.”

“You don’t think it’s gonna work?”

“Well, I hope it does, but it’s been difficult trying to make it work.”

“How?”

“Well, considering something like this has only been thought of on a theoretical level—”

“No. That’s not what I meant.” Marty clarified, “How do you make sure it’ll work?”

“Ah.” Doc nodded, “Well, lots of failed tests and a little faith.”

“Faith?” Marty asked, incredulous. “How can you have faith if you keep failing?”

“Because failure isn’t a full stop. It lets you know you can keep going and keep learning.” Doc answered. 

“Tell that to my teachers.” Marty sighed.

“Is that what’s bothering you, Marty?”

“Sorta. Not really.”

“Do you want to tell me about it?” Doc offered, still working. 

“Not really. I just want to listen to you work.”

“Alright.” Doc returned and went back to muttering to himself. 

Neither Marty nor Doc said anything to each other. The only sounds that filled the garage were that of Einstein’s heavy breathing and Doc’s occasional tinkering.

Marty’s leg bounced and he looked down at his watch. 10:57:55. 10:58:38. 11:01:22. 11:01:54. 11:02:01. 11:02:6…

“Doc?” Marty blurted. 

“Yes?”

“Are you ever scared you’re going to completely fail?”

“All the time.” Doc declared. 

“Really?” 

“Absolutely.” Doc admitted, “I didn’t want to start this project because I was worried about failing myself and proving everyone else right.”

“How’d you get yourself to do it?” Marty asked, timid. 

“I told myself, ‘what the hell’ and did it anyway.”

Marty half laughed. 

“I’m scared I’m gonna fail.” Marty said. 

Doc looked back at Marty. Marty had moved from the table to a chair and was resting his head on it. 

“I have a road test today and I can’t help but feel like I’m gonna fail.” 

Marty looked up at Doc, who was working, but was still listening attentively to Marty.

“Look, I know it’s stupid, but I can’t help it. It’s embarrassing being the only 16 year old guy who doesn’t have a license. I don’t wanna be left behind.”

“Everyone gets through life at their own pace, Marty.” Doc assured him. 

“But Dave and Linda and Jennifer passed the first time.” 

“Because that was the time for them.”

“They can drive. You can drive. Even my dad somehow did it! My dad who gives up on everything!” Marty blurted. “Maybe I’m just destined to fail.” 

“That’s not fair to you.” Doc said pointedly, “You can’t expect yourself to fit in someone else’s timeframe. Besides, nothing in life has a set timeline of when it needs to happen—if at all. You have all the time in the world to get that license.”

“Unless I die before I get it.” 

Doc looked at Marty and raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, okay. I’m just being a little dramatic.” Marty confessed. “But I’m not totally wrong. I could die right before my driver’s test.” 

“Marty…” 

“Fine. That’s ‘statistically improbable’ or whatever. You can spare me the lecture.”

Doc nodded. 

Einstein padded over to Marty and rested his head on Marty’s leg. Marty began petting Einstein behind his ear. Marty started to tear up. 

“If I fail, I’ll have failed everyone.” Marty sighed. 

Doc stopped working. “You won’t have failed me.” 

“What?” Marty sniffled.

“You won’t fail me.” Doc promised. “That’s everyone minus one.”

“But I’ll still feel like I did.” 

Doc paused for a moment. 

“Marty, do you know how I actually got to have faith in myself?” 

“No.” Marty said, wiping his face. He sat up and looked at Doc. 

“I remembered something my father used to tell me. Now, I’m giving it to you.”

Doc rummaged through the piles on the table to find a pen and paper. In large, quick strokes, Doc wrote down on a scrap of paper: “If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.”

“Remember, Marty,” Doc said, handing the paper to him, “whatever happens today is the right outcome for you. It doesn’t matter when anyone else did.”

“Thanks, Doc.” Marty smiled, pulling Doc into a hug.