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marley 'marl' mckay. 54. none of your business.

[marley-mckay]

MARLEY MCKAY

Basics Age: 54 Birthday: August 16th Occupation: Cannabis Production Technician  Born: Woodstock ‘69, New York Resides: Rural ✓  supportive, resourceful, wise ✗  distrusting, critical, cranky

Marley was born at the famous Woodstock ‘69, no really. His two young parents, Sandy and Jimi were among the crowds of peace and love chants protesting the Vietnam war. His whole childhood was as  unconventional as his birth, being home schooled while the small family traveled state to state in their camper.

Growing up without much need or support from the establishment created an independent child that then grew to be a distrusting young man who definitely looked upon the rest of society with confusion. His parents ended up settling in a commune when Marley was eighteen, more than happy to create a network of support away from the norm.

The commune was where Marley met his partner and fell madly in love for the first and last time in his life. The rest of the community had relaxed and supportive views for same-sex couples, despite having strong opinions about the beauty of life. When the time was right for the couple, they were encouraged to choose a woman to carry their children for them to raise.

Marl was 27 when the twins were born, Silas and Willow and they continued to raise them on the commune for ten more years. Eventually the community opinion on same-sex couples was beginning to change, Marl and his partner could sense that things were about to get difficult for them real soon so they packed up their things and left for Colorado.

They purchased a small home and plot of land just outside of Lockwood Springs, growing produce and marijuana to earn their money. Their kids ended up in the public education system, despite Marl’s gripes and opinions and the rest is history.

Since cannabis was legalized, Marl cultivates his crops for dispensaries and has managed to make better money than before. So, he supposes some laws can’t be all bad.

Marl isn’t anti-social but sometimes people prefer to keep their distance unless they want their ear chewed off about bluetooth speakers listening to their conversations. Or the government essentially being a computer program since technology developed so much. He’s an acquired taste but doesn’t much care for people’s opinions anyhow.

His current project is expanding the doomsday bunker he built under their home and preparing for when society collapses on itself.

[marley-mckay]

everestmckay​:

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                            “You know, I was looking at yoga mats and there’s some that aren’t expensive.” Everest suggested, knowing his husband was careful where he spent his money. However, he wanted to support new endeavors that Marl did with friends, because those didn’t come often to the grumpier McKay. It shouldn’t have made sense how they worked, but it just happened. Years now Everest would encourage Marl to fly and Marl would help ground Ev. It was perfect, in their own weird way. “I’m just thinking about your knees and back, you’re gonna need ‘em to keep that bunker going.” he laughed before waving a finger. “Actually, how about we take a look and see who’s clearing out? Pre-loved is just as good, better for the environment instead of it going straight to a landfill, right?”

“Gah! You sound like Farah.” Marley said grumpily, plodding into the small dining room with their two dinner plates in hand and a bottle of organic wine tucked under his arm. He still listened to his husband for the sake of not being a bad one himself as he set down their food and then looked at Everest. “Why do you always act like I got one foot in the grave?” he laughed. “Bunker’s almost set, Mac has been helping every chance he has. Now we need to do my least favorite part, use coupons to get some unperishables from a store.” he frowned, moving to his own seat. “I’ll think about the mat, alright? It’s just dumb. God damn softer floor when there’s a floor in there. Make me feel like everyone is speaking a different damn language. Who even came up with it? Some fucker in a suit and tie who needed a sales pitch to let his CEO dad feel proud, that’s who.”

[marley-mckay]

silasxmckay​:

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His dad was the smartest person he knew, and his other dad was the other smartest person he knew. Any chance Silas got was spent with Marl, lately in the bunker and using loads of coupons to get their supplies ready too. It was kind of exciting, but Silas mainly liked spending time with his dad. “School didn’t teach me anything apart from becoming a tax payer.” he snorted a laugh, pointing at the best man himself. Silas was a handful during high school, because he definitely didn’t want to be there. He supposed it was okay, making friends was the best part. “You taught me everything I know.” he added with a wide smile. Wow his dad was so fucking smart like how wasn’t he president? “Man, I can’t wait to learn half of the things you know dad. I wanna be able to make water filters as cool as this. All from your dream too.” Silas was good at DIY and building things but coming up with designs was where he struggled. “I had an idea of like a hat that would stop the betawaves but I don’t even know how to start that.”

“Exactly, but hey your little gig at the grocery store is all good, right?” Marley asked, smiling at his son before his finger raised in anticipation. “You’re still doing what I said? Putting some of the wage away in cash? And some for your sister too? Lord knows what Willow spends her dimes on. I don’t think she listens to me very much.” Marley said, and he wasn’t angry that she didn’t. She could live her own life, and put whatever chemicals on her head she wanted. “I didn’t invent water filters, Mac. I just made this one, because you know what I say. I don’t trust the factory made ones to actually filter the nasty shit out. Probably just want us to think we’re drinking unfiltered, but that poison still gets in.” He listened to his son’s idea before laughing slightly. “I don’t think my knowledge goes that far, Silas. Just stay away from bluetooth and you’re all good.”

[marley-mckay]

willowmckay​:

“Okay but what about this one?” She plucked a different one off the shelf and handed it over to her dad to inspect. Some of the stuff he said was too much, but she fully believed in doing things with as little to no artificial ingredients or chemicals. Her other hand shot out in a grabby motion for a piece of bread, seeing him eat it reminded her she had accidentally skipped every meal that day. “I was thinking of going more blonde. But what if I went like, all black and just had my emo goth phase thing late in life?” Willow spotted the fun colors and skipped over to them. “Holy crap on a stick this is bright,” she held up a hot pink jar. “Think this would look good?” Fully anticipating his reaction. 

“Hm let’s see.” Marley gently took the box and while inspecting it’s ingredients, he could see the motion of his daughter’s hand. While reading, he fetched her a piece from his bread-pocket and passed it over without saying a thing. “More blond? Well, summer is right around the corner just wait until then. The sun does everything for you, make you blonder and get a healthy glow.” he nodded, thinking that was a good enough compromise? He didn’t miss their old life all those years ago but he hated how everything in the world seemed so...close to them now. “Bleach is bad, hon. You wouldn’t drink it so why put it on your skin?” he explained before shoving his hands into his pockets and scowling at the bright pink. “Jesus, Willow. Do you want me buried in a pod that grows a tree before my time or something?”

[marley-mckay]

the bunker for when society eats itself alive because it’s going to happen one day, just you wait

@silasxmckay​

“And...that should be it...I think.” Marl grumbled, trying to look at the new contraption he had thought up in his sleep. His dream was a sign that the GMO crops were going to make people turn on themselves and while he knew it was just a dream, it was entirely possible. Just look at the news. Marl wouldn’t, but you could. “So what happens is, all the damn pollutions from people’s shitty cars and shitty lifestyles go up in the atmosphere, right? You already know this, you’re not dumb. Did school tell you this or me?” Marl caught himself trailing off. “Probably me. Anyways, the shit happens up there when it rains and all the nasty shit comes right back down to us with the rain drops. Mother nature basically telling us to keep it, have our karma.” he rambled, pointing a few times at his device. “This beautiful baby will filter it out, give us nice pure rain water for the sprinklers and the crops. Just gotta work out how to get it to the water generator now.”

[marley-mckay]

a fucking yoga class at the gym

@farahxkhan​

Marl wasn’t in any position to pass up friends. Usually after one conversation they snubbed him, but that was the price people had to pay. No more communication skills thanks to the fucking iPhone. Fuck Steve Jobs. “Of course I didn’t buy a yoga mat.” Marl scoffed at her, knowing she meant well but Jesus, did he have ‘let me give you my money dear government?’ tattooed on his forehead? Fuck no, tattoo ink gave you lead poisoning for starters. “There’s a floor in there, I don’t need to buy a softer floor just to do the same movements. Don’t tell me you got one? Farah, we’ve been over this. Most things are a scam, follow the money. I bet the company selling yoga mats sells yoga classes, right? It’s all the same bullshit.”

[marley-mckay]

a store that sells things marl doesn’t ever use or think about

@willowmckay​

“I know what you’re saying, hun. But even these natural hair dyes have chemicals too.” Marl shoved a bit of bread into his mouth, homemade with love from his partner as he looked at their daughter. Yes, he had a bread pocket for when he felt snackish. “You gotta look at the ingredients. Assholes have the no added chemicals label to make the sheep think it’s all natural, but it’s a loophole. No added, just means no more chemicals ontop of the chemicals they already put in there.” Marley continued passionately, looking at disgust to the hair dyes along the shelves. “What color were you thinking? We could make a real natural dye, like the tribes do. Use what mother nature actually gave us instead of shitting all over it.”