MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ 「 17 / 31 * DAVE'S NIGHT OFF 」
March 3, 1986, Twin Pines Timeline(β)
Five months since Marty’s sudden disappearance.
Linda doesn’t even have to pretend she doesn’t know exactly where she’ll find Dave when he’s not at home. If he’s not working, busting his ass taking whatever job that pays so he can keep funnelling it into the supplies to stock this cursed garage, he’s hunched over on the couch, buried up to his brain in papers that may as well be written in Greek for all he can read them.
It’s the same place he spends most of his free time these days; surrounded by ghosts and a couple of Mom’s swiped bottles of vodka.
Not like she notices when a couple of them go missing.
Dave once said he could hear Marty in here. Like he was still alive. Still here, because Marty’s not dead. He’s somewhere, God-only-knows, but he’s not dead because they only found one body in that parking lot and Marty had to be there because he was Doctor Brown’s fucking shadow—but since Marty’s body wasn’t there, just that truck and that poor dog—Einstein or Edison or whatever; some dead scientist—lying next to the body, according to the cops, that meant someone must have kidnapped him.
They're faint echoes, Linda, he'd said, three-quarters deep into a bottle, but he sounds happy.
It sounds like bullshit, but it's far more than anything they have at the moment.
And it means, regardless of however tightly she has to wring her own heart to get even a single drop of hope out of it, there's a chance Marty is still alive.
“How long have you been here today?” Dave pretends not to hear her. Or maybe he wilfully ignores her. Once, she knew how to tell. “Dave, face it. T—”
“Shut the fuck up, Linda,” Dave snaps, and it takes every ounce of her resolve not to march up to him and slap him in the face for that.
It’s grief that made him an asshole. It isn’t him. It has a way of burrowing into the deepest, most vulnerable parts of a person and poisoning them from the inside out until they were but shadows of their former selves.
It’s already hollowed her out, stuffed her full of ice and made a cold, heartless bitch out of her until she was numb to the world. She figured that out when her mother’s broken sobs didn't spear her through the heart like they used to. As if it was her fault.
Why weren't you nicer to him that night?
That shouldn’t be an excuse. But she lets it be for Dave’s sake, and her own, because maybe, as fucking crazy as it sounds, they’ll just find that one in a million breakthrough scattered in the ramblings of a dead man.
Who apparently claims he learned to leap through time.
Some good that did him if it was true. He’s buried in Oak Park Cemetery, looking like Swiss cheese. Wasn’t time-travel supposed to help prevent exactly that?
Maybe it could have saved Marty.
Maybe it’s exactly what stole Marty away from them.
“They’re going to tear this place down, Dave. In two weeks! T-w-o. And they’re not going to stop the bulldozers because you’re glued to that fucking couch. What good are you going to be dead? Do you know what that’s going to do to Mom?” She puts her hands on her hips and might have inwardly shuddered at how much she sounded like Mom if she had the energy.
With Marty gone, she didn’t expect to be an older sister again.
After a long, tense silence, she finally sighs. She didn’t come here to fight. “Did you eat anything today?” He’s swimming in his T-shirts now; they’re all but falling off his shoulders.
Dave huffs, dragging his fingers through his shaggy hair. “Jen left about twenty minutes ago; she’s grabbing Chinese. You know, that place...where...”
Yeah. I know.
“I gave her some money. Then we’re gonna go back to this.” He spreads his arms, gesturing to the mess of paperwork that makes just as much sense as it did four and a half months ago.
“Are you staying?”
Linda says yes because a part of her, too, is trapped within these four walls.
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hey! i saw you mention why croissant x timekeeper wasn't allowed over on your other blog, so i wanted to share here why i think people misunderstand it. (you can feel free to ignore this if you want, though^^) so first off, it's not inc/st since they're the same character, not siblings, so that's not a problem. the big appeal for me and lots of shippers is just the like;;;; self-love aspect of learning to love yourself/your past self/your future self, despite all the problems they create. nobody knows you better than you, so theres that level of comfort there that lots of croisstime shippers enjoy. that's pretty much the basis, so i wanted to share just cause it often gets lumped in with inc/st and p/dophilia despite being neither of those things. i understand people being uncomfortable with it/not liking it, but making it out to be a moral thing always makes me sad when like. it isn't :>
Hmm, okay, I think I understand that, it’s a self love thing, but I suppose personally for me, it’s just a bit…weird. Like to me it’s just being in love with literally yourself but physically another person, like being with your clone. And that sentiment just sounds weird to me. Like for example with Loki, I also didn’t really like the Loki/Sylvie romance either for the same reasons. It’s not so much the ship itself as it is the concept in general. I suppose part of it is that since we as of currently don’t really have precedent for this sort of thing in the real world, like we would for those other situations, no one’s really sure how to judge how correct it is, which is where the confusion on the moral correctness of it is. Personally I tend to find myself on the negative end of that spectrum, but it’s completely subjective
Sorry, I don’t think I’m explaining myself well, but I don’t really know how to get my point across
Like again, I get the sentiment, but like…when it gets to the point of romance, that’s where I start to feel iffy about it. Like a platonic love, sure, I’m fine with that, but it gets weird for me when it gets romantic. But I suppose to each their own
I know I’m trying to stay objective and not criticize people’s ships, but I mean, I might as well explain my side. As well as put up your argument for it
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Ah good even my lab friends
It is I Dr two Brians
Well communicating from a different universe I would like to show you one of my newest species
He's half creature half human
Steven:😄Wow, I can't believe that dimensional communication is possible with these devices. Hi other me, kind of confused why you call yourself Dr. Two Brains but that's cool so...wait a minute...WHAT DID YOU CREATE😨!?!?!?
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