#mr. mcfly

[cosmothecosmicstar]

An Oddballs rant

This Toasty image is my reaction when I see the treatment of abused kids in Oddballs

Oddballs has terrible morals for children

I’m saving Toasty for the end of this post because I have so much stuff to say about his arc

first - Max and his parents

Max is already a terrible character

but why is he comfortable with his parents

in episode 1 it’s shown they have abused him and episode 8 shows they won’t hesitate to give him away to a strange lab if he acts feral, like wtf, I hate those 2 (and his sister too)

THAT’S YOUR KID! TREAT HIM LIKE YOUR KID AND PROTECT HIM! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU!

Max is also abusive (which I’m going to talk about in the Toasty section)

second - James, Louise and Patrick

As someone who was neglected, I think James’ parents did neglect James (and Louise was also shown to turn her kid into a smart phone despite the fact he was SCREAMING in pain)

Louise doesn’t care about James, the only person close to a parent he has is Mr. Mcfly, HIS TEACHER!

Mr. Mcfly is probably the only character suit to be a parent in this show!

now…the reason why I wrote this…

third - Toasty / Declan

A abused kid portrayed as the VILLAIN?! HUH?!

Why are his abusive fathers (James and Max) A HERO?!?!?! WTF!!!

James is overbearing and strict (and killed his OWN SON!) and tries to justify him throwing his son’s dead body in the trash!

Toasty has been abused and traumatized by James and Max, Max just sees him as an experiment and doesn’t hesitate to make his life a living hell, no wonder why Toasty snapped, BECAUSE MAX AND JAMES ARE ABUSERS!

Max never cared about Toasty, won’t hesitate to kill him (same can be applied to James) and doesn’t care when HIS OWN FUCKING SON DIES! Max should stay the fuck away from kids and never be a parent again! I just want to kick and hit Max, he’s so awful

James did kinda try to care but thanks to the worst character Max, he just wants Toasty for toast (same as Max) and even though he tries to become a better parent, he fails, I hope he doesn’t have the chance to become a father again

Toasty is a victim of abuse and should have been redeemed but nope, they just had to kill him, turn him into a waffle maker and say that he’ll cause destruction again! this isn’t how you write a 13 YEAR OLD TEENAGER WHO HAS BEEN TRAUMATIZED THANKS TO 2 FUCKING IDIOTS

I just wish Toasty had a better arc (and also get away from James and Max)

how about James and Max become the villains and Toasty is a hero who escapes from them and at the end gets adopted by Mr. Mcfly

he’s also isolated from the rest of Dirt, and was never taught morals, which is why I think he went on a rampage, he doesn’t know that what he’s doing is bad, he just thinks he’s doing the right thing, and honestly I just want to give him blankets, hugs and headpats and tell him that it’s not his fault he was abused, and that he deserves better

fuck Max, James, Max’s parents, Louise and Patrick, I hope someone kicks them

This is why Oddballs disgusts me, I’m pissed off and the writing of this show feels like a slap in the face.

I’m ending my vent here, sorry for my anger, I just can’t with this show.

[cosmicbeancat]

HEY ODDBALLS COMMUNITY!

This but Declan is Four (aka the number possessing the sun in this image) and James, Stuart, Mr. Mcfly, Bryon Sellers and Maz standing on him

it would be hilarious

[theoddfivesask]

about the 5

Toasty / Declan - he looks and acts 13 but is actually a 1 year old, he is very chaotic due to still being young. He sees Stuart as his older brother and cares a lot about him.

Stuart - a 13 year old bully, he can possess others and can absorb others into him. he may act tough but can be frighten when threatened, he won’t take kindly to NFSW stuff also.

Mr. Mcfly - a 45 year old teacher, he is the father figure to Stuart and Declan but he gets scared a lot and doesn’t know how to have a proper sleep schedule, he is in a polycule with Bryon Sellers and Principal Loudspeaker.

Bryon Sellers - a 46 year old salesman scammer, he likes to scam people but still has a heart deep down, he is in a polycule with Mr. Mcfly and Principal Loudspeaker.

Principal Loudspeaker - a 46 year old loudspeaker, he is very strict yet loosens up a bit when with people he trusts, he is in a polycule with Mr. Mcfly and Bryon Sellers.

[cheezy-whizz]

my fashion inspiration btw

[synthsays]

Trans flag colored picked out that one cowboy Marty picture

[backtothefuturetpmemes]

Strickland didn't much care for people stealing his paper...

[cheriboms]

doctober day 18: letter

idk about you but if i thought id failed to save my friends life, stressed myself out about it for like an hour, and mourned their death for the second time, JUST to find out that they DID in fact take my advice... id have a couple words. thats all ill say

[jaydencoolguy]

"He’s just some guy" to YOU. To me he is a beautiful pretty princess and my girlfriend.

[backtotheplaylist]

A LETTER FROM BOBBY STRICKLAND

STANNIE,

I absolutely can’t wait to see you buddy. I’m so sick of this stupid war. Now that the Emperor has surrendered, I’m sure I’ll probably be coming home soon, but there’s some talk that some of us will be retained for coastal patrols. I really hope that’s not the case, I really just want to get back home to the ranch.

Thanks for your recent pictures. Your hair looks like it’s thinning just as bad as mine. And you shouldn’t feel guilty for staying home. You can’t control Uncle Sam’s policy on drafting twins and you won the coin-flip fair and square. And besides, the war’s pretty much coming to an end so, barring any kind of freak accident, you won’t have my death in combat on your conscience.

I’m so glad to get home and listen to some good music. I haven’t heard any good music since we shipped out really. I hear some stuff on the radio but I can’t understand a word anyone is saying. And the stuff the other sailors are playing is mostly jazz. I haven’t heard a great Country Western song since I don’t know when.

Here’s a current picture of me. I have a bunch more in my trunk, some in nice frames. I hope to get a nice shadowbox made as soon as I get off this dumb boat and back in California. I don’t think I ever want to get on a blasted ship ever again. I know our ancestors wouldn’t be proud to hear me say that. The Stricklands were master ship builders in the South of England. I’ve met a ton of limey sailors named Strickland. A few of them have bought me a few drinks.

I love the picture of your new truck. I hope you’re taking my old DeSoto out for a drive every now and then. When I get back Stateside, I might sell her and get me a new Chevrolet. That probably breaks your heart I know, Ford man that you are, but I’ve seen some pictures of the new Chevys and it’s got me pining for the open road. Remember when we used to drive down US 395 for the whole afternoon, just to get away from Mom and Dad? Those were good times.

Anyway, I hope this is the last letter I have to write and the next time you hear from me will be in person or on the telephone. One can hope. I’ll see you soon.

Love,

BOBBY

USS CONDON

SEA OF JAPAN

OCTOBER 12th, 1945

[whitestopper]

Back To The Future AU where Sahar gets sent back 30 years and Darcy and Tara are her friendly neighbourhood lesbians ('Dee' and 'Auntie Tara') who set up her parents at university so she has to play Come To My Window so they get together and then she accidentally invents Flirting With Her. Meanwhile Farouk is her scientist godfather (godgrandfather? eh) who thinks global warming must have gotten so bad since his future goddaughter keeps muttering "We're so cooked" to herself (he's correct on both fronts but correlation, not causation).

[cosmothecosmicstar]

Ready as I’ll ever be

Declan: Any moment now, "Your Highness". Believe me, I know I've sunk pretty low But whatever I've done you deserved 

Louise: Declan...

Declan: Quiet! I'm the bad guy, that's fine It's no fault of mine And some justice at last will be served

Louise: Please, listen! Declan: Now it's time to step up Or it's time to back down And there's only one answer for me And I'll stand up and fight 'Cause I know that I'm right And I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready Ready as I'll ever be Max: Teacher, are you sure you're up for this?

Mr. Mcfly: Actually, I don't think I am. I'll only slow you down.

Stuart: But how are you gonna lead the assault?

Mr. Mcfly: I'm not. She is. Echo: Now it's time to rise up Or it's time to stand down And the answer is easy to see And I swear by the sword If you're in, get on board Are you ready?

Max: I'm ready

Stuart & Maz: We're ready

Crowd: We're ready

Echo: Ready as I'll ever be James: There you are!

Patrick: Yes, yes. I just had to make a stop in the kitchen. I'm told you're pretty handy with one of these.

James: Heehee...I sure am. Patrick: Are you quite sure we can do this?

James: Together we will, guarantee... Declan: I'll make them hear me

Crowd: Now it's time to redeem Or it's time to resolve

Echo: Prove they can trust me

Crowd: And the outcome will hardly come free

James: I'll save my home and family Crowd: Now the line's in the sand And our moment's at hand

Max: And I'm ready

Echo: I'm ready

James & Patrick: I'm ready Declan: Ready as I'll ever be...

[cosmicbeancat]

Dirt’s Fall day 1

Stuart was with his teacher, both of them are terrified, half of the town was missing, including Stuart’s father, so Mr. Mcfly decided to take care of Stuart until Stuart’s father returns

looking around, Stuart is shaking. he has never felt so much fear before, even if it was James coming back he wouldn’t care, he just wants someone else to come as well. the fog is blocking the view.

what happened? it was bright and sunny an hour ago. but now everything is just…dark and quiet

Mr. Mcfly was also confused and concerned, he calls out the student’s names. no answer…

Stuart may have been a bully but he’s just 13, he is terrified.

the 2 decide to stick together, the school is empty. it has food water and stuff in it, the 2 decide to stay in the school as a bunker.

the night is going to be long, but Stuart and Mr. Mcfly plan to find more people tomorrow.

there has to be more, right?

[synthsays]

Them

[geekitygeek]

i don't wish to speculate on people's sexualities, but harry judd radiates so much bi energy it's insane.

only for dougie though.

looking back at the wonderland tour dvd and he can't keep his fucking hands off him.

[sebby1986]

YAYY THANK U SM

I'm gonna struggle so hard to find 10 ppl to tag but it's ok!!! Trust.

1. Mr Green (Clue: the Movie)

2. Dracula (Dracula)

3. The Bride (Kill Bill)

4. Crowley (Good Omens)

5. George McFly (Back to the Future)

6. Madeline Ashton (Death Becomes Her)

7. Willow Ufgood (Willow)

8. Charles Carson (Downton Abbey)

9. The Joker (Batman: the Animated Series)

10. The Sergeant (Pirates of Penzance)

Not ranked by how much I like them they're all on the same level.

P.S.- sorry if I tagged you and you're like "who even is this guy??" I picked random ppl I'm following when I ran out of close friends lol

Tagging: @plasticviolence @froginajesterhat @ineffably-flynn @minecrafttortie @ellovett @little-lovett @vyvernnn @bamsara @someone-kill-the-ej @clytemokiwie

10 Characters, 10 Fandoms

Didn't reblog the original because the list was getting super long and scrolling through was like that scene from Sponge Out of Water where they travel back in time (/j). So to keep it neat, maybe make your own post like this where possible lol /nf

(Thank you for tagging me, @stargazerlillian! :D)

RULES: Make a post where you list ten of your favourite characters from ten separate fandoms, then tag ten people.

Here we go, then:

Squidward Tentacles (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Bradley Uppercrust III (An Extremely Goofy Movie)

Wheatley (Portal 2)

Daffy Duck (Looney Tunes)

Shaggy Rogers (Scooby-Doo! Where Are You?)

Matthew Corbett (The Sooty Show)

Greg Dillard (The Outlaws)

Darren Lamb (Extras)

Trixie Lulamoon (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Jon Arbuckle (Garfield and Friends)

(There's a few more characters I like, but for one point, I cannot pick between Dr Flug and Miss Heed from Villainous and I cannot put both, so they can be my "honourable mentions" - same for Phoenix Wright and the rest I can't mention because they're aren't enough slots, LOL).

Tagging: @thatofabeavers / @shookrrighteous / @madbutchkisser / @four-raccoons-in-a-trenchcoat / @softies-only

@wheatlev / @fandomloserg / @sebby1986 / @caronaro-flipaclip

[ash5monster01]

Could you pretty please do Marty Mcfly x reader? One where they're friends and they're hanging out in the Doc's garage and marty is showing her everything and idk where to go from there.

I'm so glad you write for him. I feel like he gets no attention!

Thank you!

All of You

Pairing: Marty McFly x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, unreciprocated feelings, self doubt, cheesy lovesick teenagers, soft intimacy. 

Summary: When your lifelong friend and short time crush invites you to spend an evening in Doc’s garage, you don’t expect the outcome it actually brings. 

word count: 1.5k

Masterlist

When you had agreed to join Marty during practice tonight, that is what you had expected him to do. Especially since he was dead set on landing the school dance gig. Yet the second you walk through the doors of Doc's garage that entire plan is thrown to the wind. Marty takes one look at your curious eyes and next you know he's showing you everything the large garage witheld. Every trinket, experiment, odd and end. It started with the clocks, him explaining Doc’s incessant need to collect so many. Then it spiraled from there, a prideful look on his face as he explained all the mystical things the garage held. 

“You know, I’d think you’d be more into science then you actually are based on how much you know about this stuff” you tell him while he’s showing you a particularly weird trinket, not even beginning to understand what it does or at least what Doc says it does. 

“I don’t know, I find it interesting, but science has never really come to me. Not like it does for Doc” Marty shrugs, hands reaching to set down one of Doc’s inventions. You knew he really cared for his relationship with the older man, most likely because he wasn’t all that close with his father. 

“I don’t think you’re giving yourself the benefit of the doubt. You’re smart Marty, I’ve known that my whole life” you tell him, hand reaching to squeeze his shoulder and you miss the way he tenses at your touch. The longing in his eyes as he lets the compliment settle into his bloodstream. 

“Don’t you hear Mr. Strickland? You’re a slacker Marty” the boy mocks the teachers voice, flopping onto the couch and closing his eyes. You sigh and move closer to him, taking a seat in the spot beside him before setting a comforting hand on his thigh. 

“You’re not a slacker Marty, in fact you’re one of the most dedicated guys I know. You need to stop being so hard on yourself” you say a touch annoyed. It was exhausting how often you had to remind the boy how amazing he was. His attitude was a direct response from years of watching his Dad think he wasn’t good enough. To you he was one of the most caring and genuine people you knew. 

“I know, but why should I if you’ve got all the confidence I need” he says, a teasing tone and smirk on his face. You roll your eyes and give him a slight shove, trying not to smile when he laughs loudly at the action. 

“It’s exhausting carrying around mine and you’re own confidence. Besides, you need yours to land this band gig. Which brings me to my next point which is you haven’t even attempted to practice yet” you tell him, a pointed but unserious look on your face. If you were being honest he didn’t really need the practice. He was already amazing at what he did. Sometimes he got carried away but that was rock n’ roll, it’s how to was supposed to be. 

“I don’t want to practice. I just want to sit here with you” and he instantly blushes at how whiny and needy he sounds, especially towards his own best friend. You don’t even notice though, trying to mask your own heart stuttering in your chest at the sentiment. 

“If that’s all you want, who am I to complain” you say before readjusting and leaning into him. You try not to focus on how warm he is or the way your palms begin to sweat from nervousness. This was Marty after all, you’re eldest friend and the one person in the world you should be the most comfortable with. Yet the thing about crushes is you couldn’t control the things they will do to you. No matter who it’s on. 

Marty doesn’t expect the closeness but allows it anyway, lifting his arm so you can tuck up underneath his side, lowering it around you the second you’re comfortable. He prays you can’t feel his heart racing in his chest, the way you settle against him so naturally, it made him wish you were his. The one person in this world to love and to keep. Not be held back from kissing you or telling you how he feels every time he fears he will lose you as a friend. 

“You ever wonder what it would be like to be more than friends?” You blurt out, a mix of confidence and desperation causing you to ask the blunt question. Maybe it was easier because he couldn’t see your face. Or maybe it was the annoyance over how you could be so close to him like this and not gain anything from it. You were tired of tip toeing around the fact that he was the one person in this world you truly loved and couldn’t do a damn thing about it. 

“What?” Marty asks, a bit shocked and thrown off guard and you can’t help the way you stiffen beside him. 

“It’s just, we spend so much time together and I’ve never been uncomfortable. It just seems weird that two people who know each other so intimately haven’t been, well, intimate” you blush a deep red, even the tips of your ears fading into a soft pink, thankful he still couldn’t see your face head on. Yet you thought to soon because Martys hand is grasping your chin, turning to look him in the eye where you can see his own face is a soft shade of pink as well. 

“I’m not really sure what to say” and suddenly you’re embarrassed, that confidence long gone as you begin to shake your head, and fight of the burning feeling at the back of your eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I’m being stupid, I shouldn’t of said anything” you start to move away from him, feeling like an idiot and ashamed you would even bring it up. Yet his hand on your arm stops you, your eyes glancing at his grip and then up to meet his own, a desperation and something else entirely bubbling underneath the surface. 

“It’s not stupid, in fact I think about it all the time myself if I’m being honest” he admits sheepishly, eye glancing anywhere but your own and you swear your heart freezes in your chest. Trying to understand what this could really truly mean and if it would mean what you hope it does. 

“Really? And it doesn’t weird you out?” You ask and the boy snorts, trying not to laugh too loudly because you had amused him with such a silly question. 

“Why would it weird me out? Just because I’m your friend doesn’t mean I don’t notice how gorgeous you are. In fact it’s kinda hard not to notice especially since your my favorite person in this world” he says like it’s the most obvious thing and now you’re sure your entire body is fire truck red because the boy you loved just called you gorgeous. 

“Yeah well if you weren’t so damn cute all the time neither of us would be in this predicament” you agree and finally Marty smiles because he knows you. He knows this is your way of joking about your feelings to soften the blow if it doesn’t go your way. That if right now he said he didn’t want you it could be a cushion to protect you from the punch. 

“Hey, I like you more than friends. I never had to wonder because it’s how I always look at you” and you gulp nervously, not expecting the forthcoming honesty, considering this whole conversation had been you both tip toeing around each other. 

“Really?” You ask, voice slightly shaky and mostly hopeful and Marty smiles, pulling you close. When he doesn’t provide an answer you feel the panic begin to swell but then suddenly his nose is nudging against your own, hot breath fanning across you lips, and just like that you’re puddy in the boys hands. His answer comes when his lips press softly against your own, not to desperate but just enough to get the point ocross. It takes a moment to even process what was happening, how you were locking lips with your best friend, but when reality sets in you can’t help how desperately you kiss him back. Needing to feel closer to him in this moment than you ever have. After was feels like hours he finally pulls away, pecking one soft kiss into your lips before his eyes focus into your own.

“Believe me now?” He says, oozing the confidence you had tried to pull out of him when you had first gotten here and you can’t help the way you giggle as you hug him close.

“Yeah, I believe you”