…. is this something people do? i’ve seen people do this. i hope i am not embarassing myself.
hi. hello.
i’m crab. you can refer to me with whatever pronouns that you feel in your heart of hearts.
very very into bttf and that is what you will find here. mostly stupid memes and art. you can find my bttf fics on ao3 here.
—below the cut is just rambling.—
when i was younger i never really participated in fandom spaces beyond posting a couple ao3 fics. when i made art i didn’t share it. i never found anyone who shared the same interests as me. i kind of regret that. so i’m trying now.
issue is i didn’t know how to talk to people and i still don’t.
i’m extremely socially anxious and thus will rarely, if ever, initiate a conversation.
that said i am always happy to talk to people if you want to talk to me!*** not sure why you would lol, but i do like talking to people. i just Can’t start the conversation.
***while i am willing to discuss most things, i do not want to talk about or see anything regarding *those* ships. at all. thanks.
… i don’t know what else to say. i don’t suspect anyone is even reading this. i’ll probably edit this intermittently. wherever you are, whoever you are, have a wonderful day/night.
Lone Pine timeline, in which Marty's band has found some success. Takes place around 2000, so Marty's like 32/33 years old
The gig had gone amazingly well. One of those beautiful, rare performances where everything flowed seamlessly. Lights synced, instruments and sound equipment cooperative, and banter between songs that had the audience laughing. It was a great crowd—one of the best they’ve had on this run—and their energy had fueled Marty through the entire set and the meet-and-greet afterward. He’d still been riding that post-show high when they’d all piled into the van and gone out in search of something to eat, eventually ending up at a pub just a short drive from the venue. Some new, trendy joint that Bobby had declared looked fun.
It was fun for the first twenty minutes or so. Then, they’d all lapsed into uncharacteristic silence.
Marty plucked an onion ring from the basket and watched the vibrant scene over at the bar. Glasses clinking, shouted conversation, and laughter that was probably too enthusiastic for whatever jokes were being told.
He thought of the schedule for the upcoming week. They were in the home stretch now, with just a handful of shows remaining in their little tour. It’d been a good one and highly anticipated after a stretch where the general hustle and bustle of life had kept things band-related on the quieter side. They’d been busy these past several weeks. Good busy, but busy all the same. He missed Jen. He missed the kids. He missed home.
Across the restaurant, a group whooped and cheered for no discernible reason. The music pumping through the speakers shifted to something electronic—bass so powerful Marty could feel it through the floor beneath his feet.
“Okay, I’m just gonna say it.” Paul’s voice rose above the din. “This place sucks, I’m wiped, and I’d rather be in bed.”
Lee almost choked on his soda. “Man, I was hoping one of you would say something! Food’s good, but not that good. Let’s get to-go boxes and get out of here.”
“Oh, come on,” Bobby said with a roll of his eyes. “You guys gotta be kidding. The night’s just starting! Hey, back me up, Marty.”
“Marty’s been sitting there staring into space for the last ten minutes!” Paul said. “He’s not gonna back you up.”
Bobby’s gaze swung to Marty, his expression pleading for an ally. Marty shrugged. “I’m tired, Bobby.”
“Tired? You are tired?”
With a rather determined wave, Lee caught the attention of a server and asked for the check. When the woman’s head tipped in confusion, he made a gesture of pretending to write on his open palm. The waitress nodded and made her way to the back of the restaurant. He slumped in his seat with a huff. “Don’t know how anyone can hear themselves think in here, let alone speak. And what is with this music?”
“This isn’t music,” Marty said. “It’s noise.”
For several seconds, Bobby sat there, looking as dumbfounded as Marty had ever seen him. When he finally spoke, his arms flailed through the air. “What?! Do you guys hear yourselves?!”
“No, we can’t hear ourselves!” Lee called. “I just said that!”
Despite his evident bewilderment at the situation, Bobby smiled before forcing it into a frown and shaking his head. “What kind of rockstars are you?”
Marty reached over and gave Bobby a firm pat on his shoulder. “Don’t kid yourself. You yawned four times while we were waiting for the appetizers. I counted.”
Bobby dropped his head into his hands. “We are not old,” he insisted.
“We’re not,” Marty said. “We’ve just grown up a bit.”
“We’re refined,” Paul added.
Lee jumped in. “Forget refined. We’re too cool for this scene. All these other people around here? They’re the ones who don’t have a clue.”
Marty and Paul nodded in agreement.
The waitress returned, holding out the check with a smile. Bobby grabbed it before Lee could.
“I dragged you guys here; I’ll pay,” he said, gesturing for the waitress to stay. He stuck some bills in the check holder, handed it to the woman, and tossed the tip onto the table. “Alright, let’s get you hip guys back to the hotel for beddy-bye.”
If there was one thing Marty knew for sure, it was that rainy days guaranteed there’d be nothing on TV. He’d debated even bothering to check, but anything other than planting himself on the couch had sounded too daunting. So, he threw on a sweatshirt, sank into the cushions, and made peace with becoming one with the furniture. His thumb hit the button on the remote in a steady rhythm—flipping through channels without really processing—catching snippets of shows, movies, and commercials.
Until one flash of black and white made him stop.
And there he sat, eyes transfixed on the glowing screen.
He’d seen this one a hundred times. Enough that he could recite most of the lines, enough that he could close his eyes and picture the scenes playing out in his head. Enough that he knew all the places his father’s laugh belonged.
Enough that if he squinted, blurred the rest of the room, and narrowed his focus down to just the show, it made the house feel just like home.
Footsteps interrupted the illusion.
“The Honeymooners?” Linda asked, packing a surprising amount of judgment into the two words.
Marty didn’t move his gaze from the television. “Yeah.”
“Lame.”
He almost smiled. That had always been Linda’s opinion of the show.
“I’m going to the mall,” she told him. “Enjoy your ancient show.”
Then he was alone again, thumb hovering above the channel button for a moment before he made himself press it, the show blinking out and being replaced by another. Then another. And another.
In no time at all, Marty had channel-surfed his way full circle—back to where he’d started when he’d first sat down. And in a few more clicks of the button, Ralph Kramden was back on the screen. This time, he closed his eyes fully, attempting to mentally place himself and everyone else where they were supposed to be. Himself in his usual chair at the table. Dad to his left, Dave and Linda across, and Mom on his right. The smell of meatloaf and cigarette smoke mixing in the air.
“Oh, this is a great one!”
Marty jumped, eyes snapping open and finding his father.
“One of my favorites,” George continued, a giddiness to him that was so familiar it made Marty ache.
Happy 41st Anniversary to Back to the Future!!! (also happy mcfly july day 3!)bttf is something that is oddly special to me(corny I know)and its crazy to think its 41 whole years old.like what?? anyways I did this little doodle for day 3 about something that came to mind while watching this scene.i feel like people's memory of marty from when he was in 1955 (and 1920s i think counting the game)isn't enough of an issue.what do you mean Lorraine's kid looks SUSPICIOUSLY like that boy she had a massive crush on and went to a dance with when she was 17 and no one thinks to care?? I get its a plot thing but its always made me laugh😭 anyways I hope yall like it (relevant to the prompt or not) and happy anniversary once again!!!
(Its quite rough im sorry also I just realised I spelt anniversary with one n not two 💔)
MCFLY JULY DAY 3 - saw it on a rerun + BTTF 41ST ANNIVERSARY!
originally had marty do a 4 and a 1 but i got lazy (i struggled with the other hand for like an hour) so you get yjis
+ bonus doodle more so incorporating the prompt :3 could you imagine if bttf happened to marty and there was suddenly like a movie about it he never saw since it released before he did the thing does that make sense probably not i just wanted to do a silly doodle with him and jr :3
i didn’t read any of the tags or the hint until after i read the fic. gotta say. when i read “i need your help with something” and “meet me in the courthouse square” with needles acting all weird about it and with the prompt today. i was convinced the next scene was gonna be them like making out or something like this
hii,wanted to post some more frankenmarty so these are some doodles and rough ideas i did of doc! still struggle to draw him and he does look slightly like a triangle with a face but its a start! I know the quality of the image is absolutely horrendous but my phone camera is about 8 pixels per photo so its the best one I could take(sorry!!!!)anyways these are some silly ideas ive had.ill put some details about doc's design under the image that i didn't put or aren't visible in the sketch(theres also some silly annotations dont mind them😭)-
Doc's Design
-I wanted to stick to the 1700 setting(around 1790) so some of it is sort of time period accurate.luckily because doc is a sort of outcast character in any version of him he's outfit can be a bit weird.hes trousers are long and more modern(saw them during time travel) and he wears them because he reallllyyy doesnt like the funky short trousers mostly worn by wealthier classes in the 1700 and I wanted to respect that.marty on the other hand does wear them because his outfit consists of docs clothing from when he was 17 but altered to fit marty.this means its all sewn together(just like him and all his other stuff i will proberbly make a separate post abt if yall are interested)to kinda show the difference in doc and marty's creation-doc being made like a normal person and wearing roughly well put together clothing vs marty wearing weird chopped up clothing because he was made by literally being chopped up and put back together again😭.
-as for his waistcoat, I wanted it to mirror 1985 docs weird patterned shirts by also having weird patterns on it and colours.under the waistcoat he has a sort of shirt thing on that is stuffed into his long leather gloves(i think they look cool and are a nod to the original Victor Frankenstien designs)which are also thick and protect him from all the strange tools in his experiments!
-his coat(my favourite bit) is very long and swishy.his design replicates his 1955 design more than his 1985 design in this aspect due to how instead of a lab coat its a thick lined trench coat.on the inside of the coat there are two coppery goldish embellishments which go down the back and are supposed to replicate the fire tracks of the delorean aswell as a pocket for his pocket watch he always carries with him.im still deciding if I want the weird triangle bottom for the coat but I think if I do go with that there can be a seam up to the top from the middle to mirror the flux capacitor(i like little details im sorry💔)also the coat is proberbly very singed and burnt at the edges from all the experiments.
-finally his goggles! they are big and round and kinda bug looking which wasnt what I was going for but okay! they are acc supposed to replicate his fathers circle glasses we see him with in the telltale game which I thought was a nice touch.this is kinda random but it also is part of frankenmarty's weird fascination with lights.basically(i could yap for hours about weird little stories ive come up with but here's one) when marty was brought to life (with a bolt of lightning/1.21 gigawatts of power i will talk abt at some point) it happened in docs lab and this was the first time marty saw him.this is also when the lightning reflected of docs goggles and created a weird bright light which was basically the first time marty was alive at all which is why he has an interest in lights because it was the first time he lived and saw doc(his creator).i know its a very specific story and kinda irrelevant detail but I thought I could mention it.if yall have any better ideas id love to hear them!!!!
-overall,docs design is a mix of 1700 fancy guy and crazy time travelling outcast scientist! theres alot of other details(mostly symbolism and tiny character design details)that i will maybe mention briefly at a later date but for noe this is the base of it.ive been putting of doc because I knew I wouldn't be able to draw him very well but I tried my best! If I do a design sheet ill proberbly just do his outfit and not his face (another reason the goggles are there😔).I really love doc and hes such an awesome character.i will definitely draw clara and jennifer a design at some point and give them a proper role in the story! docs full name in this au is Doctor Emmet Lanthropp Von Braun ( it sounds so fancy with the von braun bit ) but marty still finds a way to call him doc! ill stop yapping now and have a lovely day! I always say this but if yall have any improvements or ideas for this au pleaseeeee let me know and I hope you like it!!!💖💖💖
Its mcfly july!! ive done a little(rough) doodle for the first day , mountain dew hat guy! today's episode is marty vs cars part 85600000000💔i dont know why he is still allowed within 10 metres of a vehicle let alone a road but anyways... this was fun! as ive said before I cant draw men (especially men who aren't marty mcfly) so this is in my more simple style so I could focus on making him kinda recognisable. in every fic I read he gets hit by a car at least once so I came up with this(that sounds really bad omg) im hoping to use this mcfly july to get better at drawing marty so I hope yall understand if he looks a *little* bit different every day. everyone's stuff ive seen is SO good and creative! anyways i hope yall like it even though its quite simple (and different from my regular stuff) and happy mcfly july once again!!!!!💖
i always thought he looked kinda like robert zemeckis so i kinda assumed he was for awhile…but i discovered last night he was the stunt coordinator of the film which is pretty cool!!! but anyways i like to imagine marty and this guy know each other. he was martys soccer coach when he was younger or something. theyre not tight but they go way back :)
The nature of the violence made me very hesitant to share him here (hence my lack of tags on the above art when i posted it).
However! I’ve been mulling it over. Part of getting better at putting yourself out there is forcing yourself to do it. And I want to. I really didn’t and don’t think anyone will be interested but BUT you can’t let things like that hold you back you know? Even if no one else cares. I care. That’s enough. This post is for me.
So… if he’ll be accepted, though he was not originally made to be part of martymania (by @bubbiegummie ), I want to propose my evil evil little guy.
If you are unfamiliar with Hotline Miami, it is a hyper violent shooter game set in 1989. Protagonist is a silent, unnamed hitman the community calls Jacket. I played it for the story. And then I thought, hey, this is set in 1989, how can I put Marty into this?
Thus this fic was born. It really only follows the basic concept and aesthetics of HLM, but still.
As a character: He’s kind of miserable and apathetic, though he doesn’t really realise it. He thinks things are going great. He fills the void in his heart with adrenaline and thrill and calls it joy. He feels satisfaction and calls it happiness.
He is outwardly offputting. His bandmates in his timeline got used to it but to everyone else the vibes are awful. Smile never reaches his eyes, seems kind of neutral all of the time. It makes you think maybe he’s severely depressed at first but then you hear the way he talks about people and things and you’re like oh… no… that’s not…
fic summary under cut (very long)
To summarise (the fic is 12k words so bear with me):
It is set after bttf3, where Doc, after leaving Marty and Jennifer at the tracks, goes straight to 2015 again to check on where Marty ends up. Make sure everything is okay.
This creates a timeline where Doc leaves and, as far as this iteration of Marty is concerned, does not return.
Believing Doc abandoned him and chose his new family over him, Marty gets a bit miserable. Jennifer, who is at this point extremely frightened by the life she saw in 2015 and not getting much in the way of reassurance from Marty, tells him Doc will probably be back and that he needs to knock it off or she’s going to leave. Marty continues to mope. Jennifer warns him a couple more times and then ultimately leaves him, probably shortly after they graduate.
This leaves Marty with no one to talk to about the fact that his family isn’t his family anymore, because he can’t exactly talk about that without getting shipped off to the nearest asylum.
Marty believes, well and truly, that he killed his old family. And the new ones? Well, they aren’t his.
He moves to LA with the Pinheads because if they think if they’re ever going to get anywhere with their music, it’ll be in the second largest city in the US.
They struggle for two years. Though the McFlys are decently well off in the Lone Pine timeline, Marty never reaches out to his parents for financial help. Partly out of shame, but mostly because they are not his parents and that feeling has only grown as he’s been away from them.
Money is very, very tight. The band plays much less than they used to because the time is better spent trying to keep the fridge stocked and the lights on.
The result of all this, Doc leaving, Jennifer leaving, the constant money and job struggle, is that Marty feels like his entire life has spiralled out of control. That loss of control is the integral characteristic that makes what happens next possible.
In 1987, Marty dies. To mimic the respawn mechanics of HLM, when Marty dies, he can reset time (up to an hour). The reason I give for this is flimsy, but something something he became the cause of his own existence so dying loops him or something. The mechanics of it don’t matter.
The fact that he can’t die, and a scene where one thing finally goes right, makes him feel in control of something for the first time in almost two years.
He becomes a hitman. How he gets the job isn’t important (though it is described in the fic). The first time he kills someone his reasoning is: he can’t die, money is tight and this pays well and they’d actually be able to eat, and he already killed his family, so this isn’t any different.
It is vastly different. He regrets it immediately.
But he keeps taking hits because he’s actually killed someone before, now, and with just the money from his first job, they’re no longer imminently going to be evicted and they can eat and the control feels good.
That reset ability becomes micromanagement. If something goes wrong, he kills himself to redo it. This started as something he did to make sure his hits went exactly right and make sure he never got caught. It turns into shaping reality around him as he pleases.
Time goes on. It’s all about control. The Pinheads start making it more, start doing better, now that they can actually practice and take gigs again.
And to fund this, a couple times a month, Marty commits a massacre.
Eventually, things happen, and during a hostage situation he just so happens to take Jennifer. It’s a small world. He kidnaps her after.
He tells her about his reset ability, but also makes the mistake of slipping that it only works for up to an hour. After being held captive for a few months, and her first attempt to leave ending in Lee’s death, she works around this hour limit to ensure her freedom.
Marty flees. A national manhunt for him begins. But he can’t be caught.
Doc, in 2015, sees that his beloved mentee/ son figure is wanted for murder and kidnapping and has been for nearly 30 years and is like HUH???
He plans to confront him, but sets up a contingency (a bit convoluted but does work kind of. details not really important), because he has the forethought to think if he brings the time train to this version of Marty, he might steal it. Which he does. Steal it, I mean.
Jacket!Marty (1989), in the time train with the intention of stopping himself from taking Jennifer a few months prior, gets sent to 1985 instead, where a Doc of 1985 is waiting because a future version of himself told him to?
There is a confrontation. 1985 Marty shows up, sees his future self shoot Doc, and decides then and there that he is never becoming that. This coupled with Doc deciding he needs to stick around means Jacket!Marty gets erased.
Aaaand that’s it. I tried to cut out as much as I could but there is just. so much.
Does he like hurting people? Depends on the definition of hurt. He likes inflicting damage on others, likes the feeling of the human body destroyed by his hands. But he doesn’t like when they cry or scream or otherwise get emotional because people’s emotions are so volatile and he gets very frustrated when trying to control them. They just never seem to do what he wants them to.
Everything about him is control. Massive control freak.
finally ive got an actual drawing of marty that isn't a rough sketch on paper! I used a reference for the pose and made sure it covered most of his face(still trying to figure out how to draw men💔) but i think it turned out pretty good regardless. the little joints on his wrists have the flux capacitor outline on them aswell as (in my head) the stitches on his face would share the same shape.i know most versions of frankenstien dont have nearly his many cuts but i love drawing them and got a bit carried away😭I was kinda scared to post this au on here if im honest-I wasnt sure if people would like it cuz its really different from the og bttf overall. regardless i really enjoyed designing frankenmarty and hope you like him too!!! (he was ACTUALLY born yesterday and is one apple tall😔)
Back to the Future was released July 3rd 1985, and we’re playing with plutonium to celebrate. That's right — it's McFly July!
There’s a prompt each day - do one, some, or all! Poetry, fanfic, playlists, friendship bracelets, cosplay, anything BTTF! Just tag your creations #mcflyjuly so we can find and share them! ⚡️🎸
That’s it! Have fun and don’t let anybody call you chicken! 🐓
