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Bait and Switch. || Scammer!Reader x Victim!Ghost

Rating: M Words: 2.6K~ Pairing: scammer!Reader x victim(but not really)!Ghost CW: phone scams/conning (reader never actually cons him), financial issues?, threats (Simon threatens to find reader), degradation?. other tags: crack, OOC Simon., you/your pronouns (gn!reader but uses a female fake name), obviously fake names (pun/funny), lying, joking, the weirdest meet cute? a/n: this started out as a joke/crack and turned serious/dark at the end? idk how i did this.

Simon Riley would say that being legally dead is the best thing to have happened to him and that's because it allowed him to escape a bunch of responsibilities that regular men have to uphold.

He gets paid covertly, in full, and does not have to pay taxes on his income.

He rented a flat from a sweet ol' lady, who didn't run a background check or ask for a copy of his birth certificate (terrible choice on her part), and he pays her by dropping an envelope of cash in her mailbox on the 1st of every of the month.

He not only is old enough to drink but also sounds and looks old enough as well, which means he doesn't need I.D. to buy alcohol (not that any shops or bars really care enough to check).

He doesn't have a credit card. Or a debit card for that matter. Hell, he doesn't even have a bank account, so he doesn't have to pay maintenance fees.

He doesn't have a smartphone. And up until recently he only had a pager. In fact, the only reason he doesn't have a pager anymore is because it got shot in the crossfire during a mission... so Price forced him to get a jitterbug.

In short... Simon Riley can escape a lot of things (death, taxes, Philip Graves...). But telemarketers and phone scammers are not one of those things.

That's how, on a boring Wednesday afternoon, his new phone ends up ringing, like it had been doing multiple times a week for the last four weeks.

Telemarketers.

He never got telemarketers on his pager.

He hated telemarketers.

But that didn't mean he blocked them-

"What?" He answered as soon as he picked up the phone.

An automated voice came over the call, one of those typical Siri-esque robot voices, delivering a prepared speech: "Congratulations! You've won a free cruise to the Bahamas! To claim your prize, press 1."

Oh, now, this was different. He didn't need to hear more to know it was a scam call. But that didn't mean he was going to hang up.

So Simon pressed key 1, which caused a beep to sound over the call.

"Thank you!" The automated voice continued. "We are now connecting you to a live operator to claim your prize!"

Barely a millisecond went by before you took over the call. "Good afternoon, this is Stella Gormoni with Blissful Blessings Inc.! Who am I speaking with?"

As stereotypical as it is, Simon had expected a different voice on the other end of the line... maybe from a scammer in a foreign country who'd speak heavily-accented English...

But instead, he got a sweet and professional sounding person... It almost made him second-guess the scam that was being pulled on him.

His mind moved quick at coming up with a fake name. Not just a fake one, but a pun one too. "Wanh'a, first name Aiden." He replied, his gruff voice reverberating on the call.

"And how do you spell that?" You asked him politely, and, through your headset, he could hear your keyboard keys clacking in the background.

"That's A-I-D-E-N." He replied as he entered his kitchen, spelling his first, as if that was somehow what was causing you difficulty.

"Uh-huh!" You acknowledged in a peppy tone. "And... your surname?" You asked him.

"W-A-N-H-'-A." He continued spelling as he crossed the small kitchen, hearing your fingers tapping away at your keyboard in his ear.

For a moment, you didn't talk, as if stunned into silence. Had you just picked up on the fact he was trolling you by giving you a name that, phonetically, sounded like 'I Don't Wanna'? Probably. But you hadn't hung up yet.

"Well, congratulations, Mr. Wanh'a, you just won an all-inclusive, two-week long cruise to the Bahamas!" Your peppy tone made him bite his lip to contain a laugh. Well, at least you were dedicated in continuing the scam. "How are you feeling?"

"Very well, and yourself?" Simon asked casually as he leaned himself against the door of his refrigerator, leaning down to look inside and find a snack.

"I'm doing very well, thank you, sir." You replied in a cheerful tone. "So, let's process the information so we can get you your prize, shall we?" You announced in a polite tone.

"Go right on ahead, sweet'eart." He murmured as he grabbed a yogurt and closed the fridge with his hip, sitting at the table and peeling open the lid.

"Well, for us to start, I'm going to need your-"

"Actually, I have a question, before we start." Simon interrupted your speech, cutting off your silver-tongued lies.

You went silent for just a moment before you replied with a sweet little: "Of course, what can I help you with, Mr. Wanh'a?"

"I want to know how exactly I signed up to receive this prize." Simon replied before he placed a spoonful of yogurt in his mouth.

He was trying to accomplish two things by doing this: 1) throw you off your game and make you stammer and stutter, and 2) see how long it took for you to get annoyed, and hang up on him.

"Well, that's what I was going to explain, you see-" You replied, a smile behind your voice, but his trained ears could pick up the slight frustration. It made Simon smile.

"Oh, then, I'm sorry for interrupting you, sweet'art, please go ahead." He replied and gestured with his spoon, as if giving you the stage, unnecessarily so, because you were not there to watch it.

"As I was saying... You were entered automatically into the draw by buying a cereal box of any Kellog's cereal at Tesco. I'm sure you saw a 'Win a free cruise!' sticker on yours?" You asked in a professional and sickly-sweet tone.

He could see right through your scam, he had already done that. You name a famous brand, one people trust, to trick naive or impressionable ones into believing you...

Normal people would tell you they no longer have the cereal box, many of them naive enough to believe your scam despite the fact they hadn't even bought one of those boxes in the first place...

Next, you'd ask for the card used to make the purchase, and some people were dumb enough to read their number aloud to you...

Oh, how he hated scammers. Even more than telemarketers.

"I do remember seeing something like that..." He murmured, his voice deepening, before he popped another spoonful of yogurt past his lips, loudly smacking them right against the receiver of his jitterbug.

"Well, all I need is for you to get the box and read me the code that's imprinted on the inside of the flap!" You announced.

"Well, you see, I would, sweet'art... But my sight isn't so good anymore..." Simon replied. "I'm getting up there in age, you know?" He continued eating his yogurt.

"I understand, sir." You replied. "I'm sorry to hear that. One of my cousins also started losing his vision pretty early." You announced.

Huh.

There was no hint of forced sympathy in your voice.

No, you were being genuine. That was a real story of your life you were telling him...

But you had picked up on the fact he was trolling you, right? So why were you-

"Good thing though, about this system of ours, is that you can just confirm your credit card details so we can double check them and get you that prize!" You had, your tone right back to the scamming silver-tongue you had held until now.

Secretly, Simon had to admit that he admired your commitment to the bit. He couldn't help but smile a bit, amused.

"Oh, of course. Let me just set you down while I get my card." Simon replied and got up, finishing his yogurt and tossing out the plastic container, popping the spoon into the sink, and, after setting down his phone, he walked out of the room.

Simon glanced down at his wrist watch, noting the time on it, then, approached his bedroom door, grabbing his over-the-door pull-up bars, and began doing a quick set, leaving you to 'wait' for him in the kitchen.

After a few sets, he waltzed back into the kitchen and grabbed his phone again. "You still there, da'lin'?" He beckoned in a gruff tone.

You sighed, your politeness sounding slightly more forced. He had kept you waiting for over ten minutes after all. "Yes, sir, I am. Did you get your card, Mr. Wanh'a?"

"Oh, please, enough of this 'sir' thing, Mr. Wanh'a was my mother." He replied, then went silent for just a beat, almost like he could hear your frustration sizzling on he other end.

He was being more and more obvious with his trolling... And it pleased him immensely to imagine a parasite like you seething on the other end of the line, reaching your wits' end.

"You can just call me 'Ai', it's what my friends call me." Simon continued, a smirk forming on his lips. "And we're friends now, right? You're giving me a cruise and everythin'." He added, his tone just as charismatic and peppy as his had been.

"I guess we are!" You replied, returning the overly cheery tone. "So, 'Ai Wanh'a', then?" You asked, but he could hear the mix of frustration and amusement behind your voice.

"Yeah? What d'you want, babygirl?" Simon asked, unable to resist making a more impish remark. And, unfortunately, it had the desired result. It genuinely caused your brain to blue-screen for a moment.

Sure, you'd experienced plenty of people getting angry at you when you attempt to scam them, or even trolling you the same way this bloke was doing but...

It was definitely a first, to have someone flirt with you, even if it was still part of his trolling attempt.

"Your... credit card details?" You ended up adding, your voice still showing the surprise and light meekness that came from him catching you off-guard.

"Oh, of course. Are you ready? It's a very complex number." He replied.

"Ready when you are." You added as you steeled yourself for another smartass response or run around from him.

"Here it is: 1234-5678-9987-6543." He replied, reciting the numbers 1-9 in order and then backward. "And the three digits on the back are: 210."

Oh, he was so fucking annoying! He didn't get to troll you, even if it was pretty amusing of him to do so, then flirt with you, then go back to trolling.

"Sir, if you're not interested in the cruise, just say so. There's no need for this mockery." You replied, your tone serious and professional though you were definitely seething on the inside.

Simon could tell. And he reveled in it. "Oh, but I am interested!" He replied with a smirk behind his voice. "In fact, I want to know more. Will my cabin in the cruise have an ocean view?"

Simon heard you inhale aggressively on the other side of the line, steeling yourself not to hang up on him, or down right berating him on the phone. "Yes, Ai, of course!" He heard your fake cheeriness through your clenched teeth. "It'll be a luxury cabin, actually. Isn't that great?"

"No, it's not that great, actually. I get very seasick, you see?" Simon murmured. "Not to mention, ever since my pet goldfish died, I've just never been able to look at the ocean the same..." He added in a forced pitiful tone.

You went quiet again on the other side and Simon knew he had finally worn you out. He waited to hear the clicking sound of the call falling, but, instead, he just heard you let out a sigh.

"You're very frustrating." You murmured.

"Oh, my, is this how you speak to all your prize winners?" Simon gasped dramatically.

"Shut up... You didn't have to be a smartass, you know?!" You scolded him, as if you had any ground to stand on.

"No, I fear I did, sweet'art." Simon replied as he leaned casually against the kitchen counter. "You called me, interrupted my day, and wasted my time with a scam, of all things. I have every right to be a smartass and have some fun with it." He added, a smug tone obvious in the dulcets of his deep voice.

"Okay? You could've just hung up on me?" You were truly grasping at straws to justify your behaviour. It was comical.

Simon laughed dryly. "And waste an opportunity to annoy a parasitic leech like you?" He quipped.

That stunned you into silence for a moment and you couldn't help but pout a bit.

"Not to mention, what you're doing is illegal, you know that righ'? And I'm military, I could get you arrested for this." He added.

"For that, you'd need to know where I am." You retorted, maybe a bit bratilly. "Besides, I knew you were a soldier."

"And how did you know that?"

"You used the NATO phonetic alphabet while spelling 'your' name'." You replied directly. "Nobody spells 'Aiden' as 'Alpha-India-Delta-Echo-November'."

"So you knew I was military and you still went ahead with your little scam attempt? You're not that bright, are you?" He defied you, which earned him a scoff from your end.

"No, I already knew you were trolling me."

"Oh, so you just wanted to waste my time?"

"That's exactly it, Aiden."

"Sounds to me like you're just looking for trouble, da'lin'." He quipped, his voice having lowered to a gruffer tone.

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed. "Am not. I'm just enjoying myself. You're not the only one that can make jokes at people's expenses."

"No, you really are..." He tutted his tongue and shook his head. "Need I remind you you were trying to scam me, and other people?" He added in a tone that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I know what I was doing."

"Yeah? And are you proud of that? Proud of being a conniving little cunt who tries to take people's hard-earned money?" He taunted you.

You didn't reply. Of course you weren't proud. You still had a conscience! But you wouldn't tell him that. He wouldn't get the satisfaction of hearing you apologise.

"I see. You don't like what I'm saying, so you give me the silent treatment, is that it, sweet'art?" He teased. You could hear the smirk behind his words.

"I wonder if you'd still act like this if you had to face me and had to answer for yourself."

Closing your fists tight, you steel yourself again to gain some edge and reply to him. "I guess you're going to keep wondering then. Because it's not happening."

"You know, it's a shame your little computer spat out my phone number for you to call..." He trailed off.

"And why's that?"

"Because instead of anyone else, you got me... And that's just... really bad luck for you. Any other service member, you would've been fine..." He trailed off.

"What, are you some sort of General-Major-Chief thing, super high up the ladder?" You taunted.

Simon simply chuckled dryly on the other side of the line. "No. But I'm definitely the worst person you could've tried to play with."

"Oh, big scary man, what are you gonna do? Gonna come teach me a lesson?" You added, taunting him some more, clearly feeling comfortable behind your laptop, with your smartphone, sitting at home, comfortable and warm, with your pet at your feet. "Oh, I'm so scared!" You added, feigning fear in a dramatic tone.

"Is that a challenge I'm hearing, sweet'art? Inviting me to come pay you a visit?" Simon asked you, his brow cocking, despite the fact you couldn't see it.

You don't know what it was about the way he spoke. The way he said that. The way his voice sounded.

It sent a shiver down your spine, a cold sweat, like he was, for the first time, not joking around anymore.

"No...?" You murmured in reply, feeling your shoulders tensing in an unpleasant way.

"Yeah... That's an invite I'm hearing..." He disregarded what you said and chuckled. "Maybe I'll come pay you a visit then, hey? How does that sound, little leech?"

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mitsuriwritessmut · 2 months

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Yandere Toji pt:2

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Mention of forced sex, drugging, choking, abuse, dom toji, yandere Toji, submissive reader, smut, ( little angst )

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Since that incident, you became toji's infamous Girlfriend. Everyone including the professors to gatekeepers knew who you were dating or more exactly, who you belonged to.

Toji was nothing but feeling proud, as if achieved the utmost success he was chasing by birth. You were his biggest, priceless achivement. He can't even imagine how miserable he'll become if he looses you by any chance.

2 weeks into the relationship and you have began to experience his clingy side as well his ruthless side. He keeps his eyes only On you, sleeps with you, eats with you, shower? Together! University? Together? If you're absent, he is absent and if he is absent, YOU MUST BE ABSENT! Going somewhere? He is with you, if he says no that means NO. Wanna buy something or make any purchase? He'll do it for you. He is the MAN of the house. You're not his girlfriend but his wife in his world. It's just the fake world demands a certificate which he'll make it later. You're his possesion. Only his!

And that's what was killing you. You couldn't live anymore like this. Suffocating and dying, despite he was charming, good looking, rich enough, maybe you could've accepted him only, if he wasn't blackmailing you, if he wasn't the one who knew your ugly secrets. Only if he was Normal!

But that's just an " if ". In reality your life belongs to him, he'll toy with it as long as he wants. You have already given up on saving yourself and escaping. You tried to erase the data he had collected about you and those pictures and videos of yours from his laptop and phone, but failed miserably! He caught you red handed. You didn't knew that your whole house is filled with cameras, every movement of yours is love telecasted to him. At first he let you do your thing, watching you feeling all relieved as you thought you erased all the proofs, and now were packing your suitcases to go to your mom's home to stay and make police complaint on him... But to your horror, toji was right standing at the main door. Smirking at you.. his hunter eyes stabbing at your body from inch to inch as he licks his lips and says. You really thought I would only capture your beautiful pictures and videos in some cheap phone and laptop only? Mama~ lemme show you my collection!

He grabbed you by your waist and picked up on his shoulders. You didn't even made any movement, you knew what happens if you do anything against.

You see him entering the forbidden room.. the room which always stays locked. You couldn't barge in as the keys always stayed with him, the room was filled with your pictures and posters pasted on the wall, all were naked pictures of yours.

Your eyes filled with shame, guilt, anger.. when suddenly he gripped your jaw and spoke there's no escaping babygirl

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2 months later

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You were making pancakes for you and toji as he was about to reach home from his gym session.

Your pancakes were done, and your served it in the plates. You started eating them.. slowly getting lost in your Memories.

Things started to go different with toji, you started to see a soft side too.. he was becoming quite a man with you, not just a psychopath. But a ... Lover

And somewhere in your heart was loving it, despite you still couldn't accept him for what he did to you. You wanted this thing to last, you were addicted to him sadly, he was your guilty pleasure!

You loved his body from head to his toes, especially that dick which stretched you at the right ways, made you remember your place, send you to heaven and hell both.. those eyes which rapes you every single second, those massive hands touching you in the most filthy yet with the most delicate angelic touches. Everything you loved and hated was all in that man. You couldn't find a way to unlove him, hate him completely. You tried your best to sabotage yourself, make yourself belief that you'll find a better one then him, he is a criminal a bad person a fukin monster -

Your thoughts were ruined when you heard the lock of your door open. Yes toji locks you from outside when he goes somewhere out. You saw the big giant man with that sweaty sexy look enter the house.

Hey mama~ ( kisses you on your cheek) made me some pancakes hah? Damn strawberries hmm- but i love your these 2 strawberries right here ( pinches your nipples)

Aah~~ you yelp as he chuckles. He sits beside you and munches down on the pancakes. Some times you wondered what If you poisoned this food, and he would still eat it like a fool, why does he trusts me like that? Wait- nah he doesn't trust me. If he did, he won't have locked me and kept these bloody cameras. You shrugged your thoughts and started to eat.

I bought you something mama~ I know you'll love this. Well, obviously it's because.. it's my choice.

You wondered what was he talking about, when you saw him taking out a necklace out of his pocket.. it was rose gold made necklace with his initials on it craved.. and diamonds in it. Must be Expensive as hell. You gulped as he stood up and made you wear it.

You felt that expensive jewel sit on your neck, as if it was only made for you.

I knew you would look the best with my initials craved, I guess I must get you a tattoo.. but heyy baby, it's fine ik you got a fear of needles, and on a glass like skin i don't want any Dirt on it.

He snuggles his face on the crook of your neck as he sniffs your scent and slowly starts licking on it.

Why? I mean why.. did you gift me this? For what?

Hah! My dumb mama. Obviously you need it. To show you're mine, to show that finally were official.

Official? What official? W-ait the hell?? What you talking about ?

He gets back and pulls towards his chest and cups your cheeks.. eye to eye contact as you froze when he said

I am marrying you babygirl, we're getting married. Now you'll stay with me forever. We're moving to Italy soon.

Your eyes widened. Tf? Who does he thinks himself to be? He played with my self respect and me, made me distant from my family, controlled my life, ruined my academic records and studies, raped me, took away my virginity and purity, my freedom, and now.. now marriage? The most auspicious part of someone's life... And to dedicate that.. to him? No wayyy. Every blood cell in me started to boil in loath. I pushed him with all the strength i had.

Toji lost his balance as he wasn't aware of what you were about to do, he didn't expected to see this side of you, or more like he didn't knew a form like this existed of yours. He fell as his head hit the cupboard, he was bleeding.. not alot but.. yea it did made a cut.

Wtf do you think am i? Your possesion? A toy? It was fine till sex, fine, fine fine fine but not ANYMORE! I FUCKIN WON'T TAKE THIS SHIT! YOU'RE NOBODY TO TAKE DECISIONS OF MY LIFE. YOU'RE JUST A DICK, DICK WHICH JUST NEEDS A CUNT, A FUKIN DOG IN HEAT! GO FUCK YOUR MOTHER'S LOOSE PUSSY! YOU SCUMBAG! I REMAINED SILENT ALL THIS TIME- ( tears brimmed down continuously as you totally lost control on yourself, eyes shit red) ALL THIS TIME, THINKING YOU WERE GROWING TIRED OF ME, AND SOON I'LL GAIN BACK MY FREEDOM! BUT- B-BUT ( hiccups) n-nnnghNOT ANYMORE! FUCKINN GET OUT OF MY LIFE TOJI FUSHIGURO!! I LOATH YOU, you digustin--

You were about to speak more but realised he stood and gripped your neck in a split of a second and now you were on the edge of death. Choking you with a slight hard grip, he still didn't give his 100%, when it comes to you, he is weak, miserably weak. If it was someone else, within 3 seconds the person would've been ded. But you- he was kind... He was gentle. But you didn't noticed it more like you didn't want to notice it. You were fixated on to hate him. Hate him as much as you could.

I did everything for you, and that's how you repay me bitch? Fucking whore. I knew it. You can't be good for nothing! Uugghh ( grip tightens around your neck)

Tears brimmed down, your hands traveled to your neck, but to his surprise you didn't tried to remove his hand which he wanted you to do.. but.. you- You broke that necklace! And tossed it away

He lost his grip on your neck, as he went to pick that necklace, it was divided into 2 parts.. you coughed as you looked at him. His back was facing you. You missed that heartbroken look on his face.

Kill me~ kill me~ i don't want to live. You already- already took away my purity. My family won't accept me anywa-

Before completing, you passed out. Toji heard the thud sound as he looked to see you lying on the floor. He panicked as he rushed to pick you up and took you to the bedroom. His panick was growing. How fucking stupid was he? He knew you couldn't bear much pain.. you're fragile.... Did he? Did he .. kill you? Did you really hated him that much? Did you.. really leave him? You really wanted to die? You really want him to leave?

All these questions were buzzing around his head. He saw you breathing... He sighed in relief..

Sorry..y/n! I guess, i really ain't the one for you. Goodbye~ mama

That's all he said as he went out of your apartment.

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Next episode coming soon

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skepticalarrie · 2 years

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If Sony deleting the BG masterposts is all part of a 20 step plan to end it, then fine, I'm all for it. If they want to pretend he was the dad the whole time, to spare him the embarrassment, to keep the twarries, no problem, I'll pretend the whole thing never happened. Just please for the love of God end it. I'll buy champagne and celebrate his freedom and never think about Brett, fake sonograms, photoshopped pictures, staged pap walks and whatever else again. But I swear if erasing that stuff is part of a plan to keep Louis tied to a kid thats not his for the rest of his life, then they can try and delete all they want, im never shutting up about it.

THIS. Exactly. And it can literally go either way. I'm totally fine with pretending it never happened if they get rid of babygate and if both HL get all the freedom they ever wanted to be publicly together. You will never hear from me again, if that's the condition. But in the meantime, I'm very inclined to think Gabi's blog being deleted had absolutely nothing to do with the end of it.

So with that being said, I'd like to say I'll be posting/reblogging as many of the old posts as I can in the next few days, even if it means screenshotting everything from the wayback machine and posting it again on tumblr. Plus, here's all my babygate tags:

Babygate masterpost with links / Babygate general tag / Babygate masterposts / Babygate resources / Babygate timeline / Birth certificate / DNA test / Real parenthood / Surrogate / Custody / Fake pregnancy / Photoshopped / Why babygate / Briana / Rainbow bears x Babygate / Harry x Babygate / Louis x Babygate / Media x Babygate / 1D x babygate / Larry x Babygate / Foreshadowing babygate / Party boy Louis / Boobiegate / End it / Freddie Reign / Babygate 2021 / Babygate 2022

If Sony wants to delete every single larrie blog out there that documents all the facts, good fucking luck LOL they can kiss my arse.

#ask #tellmethisisnotlove

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herohimbowhore · 6 months

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The One Direction to F1 Pipeline and Fan Culture

In contemporary fan spaces, we could make hundreds of connections between being a fan of X and becoming a fan of Y.

One Direction to Marvel (could also be 1D to MCU to F1)

Harry Potter to Game of Thrones

Disney to HBO

Gossip Girl to Marvel

The possibilities of making connections are endless.

However, to understand fan culture in spaces like Twitter (it will actually pain me to write X so it's Twitter) as we progress beyond just sports culture, we just need to look at the One Direction to F1 pipeline.

One Direction, despite only being a band for like five years and going on "hiatus" in January 2016, changed fandom forever and was a formative experience for so many current F1 fans under 30. Being a fan of One Direction has ingrained a fan culture within our zeitgeist.

While One Direction may not have a presence in fan spaces anymore, the behaviors that we learned from that period are still very much present.

So what behaviors of 1D fan culture are present in F1 fan culture?

Hacking security cameras and knowing things we probably shouldn't:

Now, am I in support of this? Not at all. I don't think you should be hacking and essentially stalking drivers or any celebrities, but that's a discussion for a different time.

But if anyone was even slightly aware of One Direction at their prime in the early 2010s, then you know that there was little that Directioners were not able to hack. (cough birth certificates and hospital records cough).

We can see that same behavior, especially when it comes to Charles Leclerc. Footage of him purchasing a suitcase was leaked. His address was leaked and fans showed up at his doorstep.

Which just reminds me of a story Louis once told where he tweeted about not having milk and some fan dropped off milk at his doorstep.

You can't have a favorite/You can't hate someone:

In hindsight, I think we can all agree that this idea was mostly promoted due to purchasing power.

There were five dolls for the five members. If you were a Harry girlie, you'd buy the Harry doll. If you were a Zayn girlie, you'd buy the Zayn doll and so on. However, the issue with this was that the Harry and Zayn dolls were flying off the shelf, you'd be hard-pressed to find them. The Niall and Louis girlies, while less than the Harry and Zayn girlies, were dedicated to Niall and Louis. Leaving the Liam dolls all alone on the shelves...

So, the you can't hate one member and be a true Directioner narrative was created.

And if you've spent even a few moments on f1twt, you'll be able to see a similar narrative in F1.

If you hate a driver or criticize them, then there's a high chance that at least a few people will call you a fake fan. Or you can't be a Ferrari fan if you like Charles and hate Carlos (or vice versa). Or how are you going to the paddock when you criticized one driver the previous year when they weren't on the team (iykyk).

But, I find this a bit disingenuous. Unlike One Direction, which was a band, F1 is a sport. You can have a favorite and dislike someone else. Criticism is actually a good thing (as long as you're not being hateful for no reason).

Fan Projects and Involvement/Analysis:

One Direction fans were known for the projects they had and for getting involved.

Wearing orange when they performed in the Netherlands during the Take Me Home tour

The "We Are 1D Family" signs from the 2014 San Siro concert

Lighting up the stadium with different colored lights

The No Control project

With F1, especially this year, there were the friendship bracelets. While popularized this year by Taylor Swift, is like the fan projects that we would see in the One Direction era.

Other aspects of this include looking at the driver onboards and making sure that information is shared online with others and analyzed.

Commentary and race direction don't focus on every single driver's race and often times things are missed or ignored. Fans looking through the data, videos, and everything else help shed light on how individual races went and correct public narratives. It's double checking if there was damage, impeding, driver error, car problems, etc.

Daniel's onboards and data from Austin and Brazil come to mind. Without that information, those wouldn't be considered great races for him. He was finishing behind his teammate. But onboards from Austin revealed that he had debris stuck in his front wing, which hadn't been mentioned by race commentators. In Brazil, while a lap down, he spent most of the race right behind Yuki playing the team game. If you didn't see the data, then you wouldn't know that's where he was on track or that he was 3rd fastest.

I would relate this to the fan projects centered around Louis, Niall, and Liam. Those were always about correctly attributing credit and giving attention to them when the media was focused on Harry and Zayn.

Making It Your Own:

There's no question that if you're a fan, you're going to want merch to support your favorites.

However, it's usually not so great.

One Direction fans were creating their own shirts and other items because not everyone wanted to walk around wearing a "Mrs. Styles" t-shirt or one with the album cover. Fan-created merch was filled with cool designs for clothing, custom shot glasses, posters, etc.

In F1, not only is most of the team merch filled with sponsors, but it's also insanely expensive. (I might love it, but I'm not spending $200 for a cardigan.)

Fans create a diverse and creative range of merch that is affordable. Fun t-shirts, stickers, jackets, posters, etc.

At the core essence of being a fan, is taking something and making it your own. Especially when it comes to bad, expensive merch (what was that 10 in a row shirt for Max???? or just about any team shirt with the hundred sponsors they have) and good, expensive merch (Daniel needs to stop putting out enchante collections. I am a grad student, I cannot keep affording them.)

#formula 1 #one direction to f1 pipeline #one direction #charles leclerc #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #fan culture #fangirl

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idkfitememate · 5 months

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Fey wilds????

Do you play DND? :o

I'd love to hear more!

I do play D&D! I’m play a Half-Orc Bard Named Morc the Orc™️©️! (The trademark and copyright are on the birth certificate)

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Any since you asked for more here we go!:

The Fae Wilds are a domain connected to Mond filled with - you guessed it - Fae! Though they are… less than friendly.

I took a lot of inspiration from German folk tales and legends, as well as a few others from regions surrounding it! I didn’t directly copy any, as I wanted to create my own (though in the end I may end up keeping a few, or at least making nods to them)

The fae wilds aren’t fully developed but they are getting there!

A few of the legends are as follows:

“The Weeping Woman” : A tale of a woman who was engaged to the love of her life, her wedding day came round and her husband died of a mysterious illness. This left her to weep for days on end. She wandered the grassy landscape surrounding Mondstadt, calling out to her dead lover. One day, the pain and anguish became too great and as such, she there herself off the top of StarSnatch Cliff. They say that you can hear her sobs around the cliffs of the Fae Realm. Those who head her call are sent barreling down a cliff into rock waters below. For children, they may be snatched up a stolen away, forever bound to her by watery chains, to be the children she could never have with her fiancée.

The only way to dispel her is to show her your true love (she could never knowingly separate lovers), show her a picture of herself before she died (she will get distracted and begin fixing her appearance for her love), or a picture of her fiancée (she will be distracted and give you enough time to run)

“The Dancer”: A teen boy who adored dancing for the people of Mondstadt. He would dance day in and day out. That was, until his father told him that his dancing was lackluster at best. He forced himself to continue dancing, and dancing, and dancing until he fell dead in a useless attempt to gain his father’s love and respect. The Fae Wilds took him not long after. Now if you hear old Mondstadtian music flowing on the winds on a particularly cold night, you will be met by him. In which he will beg and plead for a dance. Should you dance with him, however, he will attempt to steal your legs in order to replace his own, so he may dance better to appease his father.

How to dispel his is to either introduce him to a new dance (he will grow obsessed with learning it, only downside is that when he does learn it, you can no longer use that dance as an excuse) or to quite simply tell him you can’t dance. He may be pushy, but if you continue to say you can’t, he will eventually leave you be.

“Army of Death”: A literal army of undead churls. Hili, mita and lawachurls who have been brought back via the wild magics of the Fae, filled with an unending need for bloodshed. They cannot die. They cannot rest. Should you head the battle horn of churl camp? Run.

There is no known way to dispel them. Best you can do is throw a few (or many) pieces of meat and prey.

“The Shop”: Just a little shop on the outskirts of the Wilds!~… Why is that bottle filled with the skin of my relatives :)?

Really nothing you can do. Either you buy something or get out! Of course, they sell anything your heart desires, from ores to fake visions! You can find it all in the shop!

The Fae Wilds are filled with legend after legend, most passed down through families. A few manage to slip through the border that is guarded by Detleif (centaur OC), and that’s why there are rules/quick fixes for meeting them! The duty of keeping the majority of the Fae in the wilds falls on the High Priest. He should spend the most of his week in the Wilds ensuring they don’t pass, keeping the more dangerous Fae in the wilds.

For context about the history really quick: The Wilds were once intertwined with Mondstadt, and there were a few human settlements inside its borders. Now, that doesn’t necessarily mean either we’re on good terms, but it was enough to not be constantly fighting. Eventually Celestia decided to be the bitch it is, and try to be rid of it, not seeing the purpose of its existence. Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned and they only ended up corrupting the realm. Fae attacks weren’t that common before, but after that it was a daily occurrence. Nearly every hour really.

The unfortunate thing? Ludwig lived in one of these settlements, and his whole family ended up dying around him. This turned their angered souls into Fae, but now he spends his days killing his family over and over and over and over and over and over…

Beyond that, I don’t have too much else to add about the Fae Wilds. As I said, it’s still a bit underdeveloped, but I work on it daily!

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Thank you for the ask! I love talking about my baby <3 ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა

#anon <3 #personal Genshin impact au #original character #oc #genshin impact au #૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა thank you!!

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doctortwhohiddles · 9 months

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Dear super defensive tin/hater anon:

did you ever hear the quote “all it takes for evil to prevail is for good men to stand by and do nothing”? Fandoms respond to the negative tinhat/hater types like you because they don’t want your toxicity infecting everything. They want to celebrate the good things and the good news of their fave, a man they actually like. You can have opinions while still being respectful to the celebrity in question and the other fans, but the tin/haters forget that part. Your “harmless gossip and opinions” turns into outright lies, and those lies cannot be left to fester. Did you read the article in The Atlantic about the growing lies of the Cumberbatch tinhats? It’s pinned at the top of Doc’s blog, you should check it out. Do you really think Benedict has lied and faked three birth certificates? Do you think his wife of eight years is a child tr*fficker, because a woman who thinks she communicates with BC on the astral plane said that, and at least three people are openly buying into her lies right there on her blog.

Do you really think Tom reads your blogs? Aren’t you embarrassed to think about him actually doing that? It’s amazing to me that so many women don’t see how bitter and jealous and insecure they sound in their echo chambers. “Zawe is always flashing her ring.” No, Zawe is just wearing a ring on her finger, living her normal life, existing in her skin. You’ve read too much Daily Mail, their captions condition you to believe that a woman is always “displaying her figure” or “showing off” something when all she’s doing is walking across the street. Please examine your internalized misogyny.

Tom, Benedict, and so many other male celebs are healthy, successful, happy men with full agency over their lives. Not one of them needs their fandoms to save them. Why can’t you just be happy for them?

Very well said. If you don't like Tom, then why do you stay in the fandom?

For the tinhaters lurking: you won't get 2016 Tom back. Ever. So-called fans like you have made damn sure of it. Tom set boundaries for himself. If you really were a fan, you'd respect that instead of bitching about it.

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What are 50 facts about you, Travis?

Woah, 50 facts? Didn’t realize someone wanted to know so much about me. Wait until I tell Connor I have a fan.

I’m the older brother, not the older twin, Connor and I are not twins.

I once pierced my ears with a safety pin, I was trying to, ah, impress someone. Let’s move on

So, funnily enough, I hate strawberries. I’m around them so much, ate them nearly every day with every meal for years, I just can’t stand them anymore.

I’m terrible in close hand combat. I’ll be on the floor three seconds top.

But I am pretty awesome at surprise attacks if I don’t say so myself

Dyed my hair for a few months last year, it was nice but I hated having to keep on top of it, especially since I have to be super careful with my curls. So I stopped dyeing it.

Im bi bi bi, apparently this was a super big shock to most people? Not Connor of course, and for some reason neither was Katie.

I absolutely definitely most certainly do not have a crush on anyone and have never had a crush on a fellow camper. Nope nope nope. (Shut up, Connor)

Favorite color is green, any green if I’m honest, the specific green depends on my mood.

My fingers are double jointed, it grosses Katie out.

On my way to camp for the first time I twisted my ankle, but I didn’t know anyone so I never told anyone, it’s been so long that nothing can heal it so every now and then it acts up.

I actually hate wearing jewelry, it feels restricting, which sucks because jewelry is really pretty. I’ve only been able to wear our camp necklace, and even then I don’t wear it as often as everyone else.

I can do a cartwheel, Drew dared me and I did it. I’ve never tried doing one again

For a hot minute Connor and I were kinda the go to head camp counselor’s for anyone our age or younger, I guess the older ones scared everyone off by being…older? And Anniebeth wasn’t always around since she was usually on some worldending quest or trying to stop the world from ending.

I have an okayish relationship with my dad. Better than Connor at least. Sureeee we don’t talk or anything, but I’ll pray to him every now and then.

Speaking of parents, I dunno where my mom is. She just left one day and we haven’t seen her since.

When I was little I had this stuffed snake, it kinda got eaten by a monster, I saw one that looked exactly like it in a store once. I was very tempted to ‘buy’ it.

I don’t actually own a pair of running shoes! I have one pair of converse and another pair of flip flops but that’s it. There’s not much opportunity for year rounders to go out and buy whatever they want, so I’m stuck with whatever Chiron finds for us and we have to make that stuff last.

I once tried to throw Katie a surprise birthday party, well, not tried because I did. But someone else took the credit so I never bothered to correct it. She probably wouldn’t have believed me anyways.

When I was 13 I tried to straighten my hair, it did not go well. Let’s just say I’ve only just been allowed near electrical hair tools things, whatever you call them.

Connor and I came to camp just months after anniebeth did. I was about let’s see, she was 7? Connor was seven too, but only by a few months, then I had to be 9? Yeah, I was 9.

I have no idea what my middle name is, I know Connor’s, but mom never told me mine and I don’t know where our birth certificates went, or if we even have any.

That reminds me, Chiron thought it was super important for us to get a drivers license so I and everyone my age went with him for our turn, turns out he couldn’t use the mist to make me a fake birth certificate, so then we had to forge an actual one and that’s how everyone learned I don’t know what my middle name is

We did not end up taking the test, we got him bombarded by like ten different monsters, this was when people were only just realizing a war would be happening. Let’s just say a lot of words were said that day

My first kiss was with Ethan Nakamura. We never really figured out what we were before he ran away and then was on the opposite side of the battle

I lost a bet with Drew a while back, now I have to let all the new Aphrodite kids try out makeup ideas and stuff on me, by new I mean whatever kid has been around for less than a month, after they reach that first month mark they can’t try anything on me. Connor, traitor that he is, finds it hilarious

I want to be a teacher, it’s what I’m going to school for. I haven’t really told all that many people

A dare I once did was to eat a cup of malic acid two times a day for an entire week, it was very painful and my taste buds have never been the same since

I like to paint my nails

I never take off the old nail polish, only repaint over it, this is apparently the wrong way

I can surf!! Kinda. I can stay on the board and get past the waves. I just can’t come back. Or stand up. Or ride the waves.

I can’t surf

But I can roller skate, all the year rounders shared like two pairs and learned together.

I broke my first bone (my arm) from roller skating

Demigods don’t need mortal vaccines, we can get them, but we don’t need them

We do need demigod vaccine though, ages ago a kid of Apollo and Hermes got together and realized hey! We need vaccines!! And now we have vaccine specifically for us

Connor and I want to get matching tattoos, we just don’t know what to get. Any ideas anon?

Don’t tell anyone, but I can’t whistle.

I’ve accidentally handcuffed myself to a car and then had to remove the car door and go back to camp like that.

I don’t think I’ve ever received a birthday from either of my parents since I was five. It’s the only reason I even know my birthday. Connor hasn’t either, well, kinda, I would get him two gifts up until we came to camp and tell him one was from mom and the other from me, I think he knew but he never said anything.

I once lost a tooth from getting in a fight with Clarissa. But it was okay, I gave her a bloody nose back. After that we became friends.

Up until Percy made sure other gods got their own cabin, I had gone about five years without an actual bed in my cabin.

When Will was first learning to become a healer I was basically his test subject, I got hurt a lot because I was clumsy and stupid. We became pretty good friends from it

Nico might not realize it but Connor and I consider him an honorary child of Hermes and therefore our brother.

My favorite milkshake flavor is strawberry even though I hate strawberries

ACTUALLY I don’t really like milkshakes in general, gotta be in a very specific mood for them. They’re just so Thick, don’t go down the throat easily, kinda hard to suck through a straw

Dark chocolate is the best chocolate for end discussion.

I can’t dance, don’t tell anyone, it’s the real reason why I’m over by the food whenever there’s a party.

I once had a goldfish for an entire week but then someone swallowed it when they grabbed the fishbowl to drink the water because they ate something hot.

I lied earlier. I do have a crush on someone. I just won’t tell you who.

There’s the 50 facts anon. Sorry it took so long, you know how the demigod life is, running for your life, fighting monsters, stealing things.

#rrhp✅#travis stoll #travis answers asks #anon

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Reappears days later with *checks cup* cold black coffee leftover from this morning to talk more Galladads

Ian and Mickey no speaking for two days??? with their co-dependency? I don't buy it. - ohhoho I do think they talk, of course they do, it’s them, but I think Mickey is a little unsure of how Ian is gonna take the appearance of four kids so he just…doesn’t mention it yet. Ian will be home soon and then they can talk it over so why borrow trouble? Mickey is like 78% sure it’s gonna be fine so what does it matter? Like I imagine this whole thing started as a test run for Mickey anyway

He doesn’t tell Ian that Tony is dropping off a toddler for a couple of days because Mickey wants to make sure he can do this before telling Ian bc Ian will take one look at the kid and his ovaries are gonna weep or some shit (“I don’t have ovaries, Mick.”) and that’ll be that but Mickey doesn’t wanna get Ian’s hopes up unless he knows he can do this. So. Ian and Lip are going to Florida for a weekend to do something for Fiona, which gives Mickey plenty of time to test drive this whole baby thing.

And it goes…good, actually. The kid’s not quite one and a half and small enough to just pick up and move when needed. She can’t work doors yet, or reach the stove, but she can point at things she wants and make word-like sounds to tell him when she’s hungry or bored or whatever. Once he realizes “Ba” means bottle, “na” means no, and “ya” means basically everything else, they’re kinda golden. Mickey gives her some red plastic cups to play with and she’s occupied for a couple of hours just stacking the things up and knocking them over. Easy. He texts Tony that he’s keeping her and it’s done. Mickey can’t wait to see the soft, dopey look on Ian’s face when he opens the door holding their little girl. That’s late Saturday afternoon.

Ten o’clock Saturday night, after Mickey’s figured out how to put the bed thing Tony dropped off together and the little one’s conked out, he’s just got off the phone with Ian and had to physically bite his lips not the ruin the damn surprise when there’s a knock on the door. It’s Colin’s girlfriend, or is it ex-girlfriend? (Colin got life for armed robbery while Mickey was in Mexico and Mick’s not 100% sure where Natalia stands on commitment) It’s Natalia and two kids about Franny’s age, boys he thinks, and a couple of suspiciously large garbage bags that Mickey will quickly learn is filled with toys, random clothes, and a file folder containing highly illegal fake birth certificates with his name on them. Mickey whisper argues with Natalia for a good twenty minutes but then the toddler wakes up and in the time it takes him to go grab her from the bedroom and come back, Natalia’s gone and the boys are yawning on the couch. Sucker punched. It’s too late to do anything so the boys get set up on the couch, the little one goes back in the bedroom and Mickey gets a beer. He thinks about texting Iggy, the only one who stays in contact with Colin (who the fuck gets arrested in Iowa?) but it’s late so he texts Ian g’night and goes to bed. He’ll figure it out in the morning.

The morning brings a text from Ian saying they’re about to board the plane again and the airport reception is shitty which is probably a good thing because it means Mickey doesn’t have to figure out how to get three kids to shut the fuck up while he’s on the phone. Breakfast is a hassle but the boys can talk at least, and there was a box of Cocoa Puffs in one of the garbage bags so at least everybody eats. (If Ian had been there, he might have cautioned against pure sugar for breakfast, especially since Mickey let them have soda as well but Ian is dealing with air travel and gate changes and Lip so he has his own problems.)

The sugar high is rough going but Mickey’s got this. It’s a bit like dealing with Franny mixed with being in jail. The trick is to make everybody think you’re on their side. Your brother stole your action figure? Let’s get him. The little one starts crying when she can’t run as fast as the boys? Cool, nobody’s allowed to run. Hey, look, cartoons! By lunch, all three are passed out on the floor watching some brightly colored show and Mickey’s ordered pizza and chicken poppers for lunch. He’s got this. Ian might be a little thrown by three kids instead of one but eh, they’re both from big families. They can cram some bunk beds at the end of the hallway if they take the door off the hall closet. What little boys don’t like bunk beds? The surprise is still on.

The knock on the door isn’t the pizza however. It’s a milk crate. Specifically a milk crate of formula, diapers, and tiny tiny clothes with the smallest baby Mickey’s ever seen balanced on top. She’s tiny enough that when Mickey picks her up he can cup her head in one hand and she lays neatly along his arm, minuscule toes just barely reaching the crook of his elbow. Ian could probably hold her in one giant paw alone. Mickey feels like he’s gonna break her if he thinks too hard. This is an actual baby. A baby-baby. She can’t say “Ba” when she’s hungry or point at the tv when she’s bored. She can’t loudly announce she has to go potty or yell “me first!” and try and beat her brother to the john. She needs him to do all that for her, to know all that, to be good at all that and Mickey is terrified.

But she starts to fuss, just gentle little sounds, and one itty bitty hand flails out and he catches it without thinking. Tiny fingers latch on to his bigger one and squeeze tight, grip much stronger than he’d have guessed, and holy shit, she’s settling down again, seemingly just needing to hold on to Mickey to know she’s okay.

He kicks the crate inside and sits at the table, gingerly laying her down on it in front of him. She looks like Joey a bit, meaning she looks like Mandy too, both of them looking more like Laura than Terry or Terry’s brother Sam. He eases off the stained pink cap and sees a shock of black hair. The boys have Colin’s dirty blond curls, and the little one must have gotten her mom’s reddish-brown locks but the baby has the same jet black hair Mickey does. He blows out a breath and the baby scrunches her nose up.

Someone knocks on the door again, pizza this time, thank god, and then the boys are awake and demanding ketchup for the chicken and burning their mouths on the pizza even though Mickey told them to wait, damn it, and the little one is reaching small hands up onto the counter for “Ba! Ba!” and in the chaos, Mickey doesn’t hear his text alert go off once, twice, four times as Ian’s messages come through that they’re ‘delayed but okay’ and ‘want Chinese for dinner’ and ‘hey everything okay?’

Somewhere between shutting down a ketchup fight, eating two bits of pizza himself, and taking the batteries out of the remote so the little one stops pressing random buttons while the boys yell about Transformers, he googles how to change a diaper and then has to clean up pee off the table when the baby decides she just can’t wait for a new one. Mickey shoots Ian a thumbs up before he tosses the phone onto the top of the fridge because Nicky and Tommy might not know what “don’t wake the baby or she’ll scream” means but they absolutely know what an iPhone is and they wanna play with his every time they catch sight of it. Mickey feels like maybe he never gave Fiona enough credit because he’s about ready to go back to prison but at least he’s not trying to raise Carl.

He misses Ian’s call when they land, misses the ‘on the way home’ text, misses Lip’s ‘yo Ian’s doing that thing where he’s not worried but he’s worried, ya wanna answer your phone’ message. Turns out feeding a baby includes burping a baby or they just puke it back up. Also she may be unbelievable small but the baby must be 90% lungs because when she decides she’s not happy, she makes damn sure everybody’s knows it. The baby crying sets off the little one crying, and the boys don’t cry but they do start fighting each other for no visible reason so Mickey kinda has his hands full.

More cartoons, more pizza, and a bold-faced lie about being out of soda gets Mickey to four o’clock Sunday by the skin of his teeth. There’s another knock on the door and if there’s anyone under the age of sixteen on the other side, Mickey’s going to Canada, because fuck it.

The person on the other side is Mickey’s definitely over sixteen husband. He looks tired and frowny and he’s holding a bag of fried rice and egg rolls and if Mickey were a different man, he call him an angel but this Mickey has had to piss since the Great Diaper Blowout of 2 PM so he just (gently) thrusts the thankfully happy baby at his husband and makes a beeline for the bathroom and it’s locking door.

He hopes Ian brought enough egg rolls.

(Look what you made me do, does this count as fic? Lol 🦖)

HOLY FUCK 🦖 ANON I am speechless!

1,631 words 8,643 characters

(“I don’t have ovaries, Mick.”)-> cracked me up!

So just Tony's toddler at first. He can handle her. Maybe he doesn't even think Tony is really going to leave them forever you know, maybe Mickey thinks he might change his mind in a couple of days, you know? No need to freak Ian out for no reason if Tony will come back tomorrow, right?

Then he got Colin's two boys, Nicky and Tommy, around Franny's age. Okay. At least Franny will have kids her age to play with for once. Awesome.

there was a box of Cocoa Puffs in one of the garbage bags so at least everybody eats. -> 🦖 ANON this is too fucking funny. For no reason.

The trick is to make everybody think you’re on their side. -> Mickey is smart like that! He is a surviver!

The knock on the door isn’t the pizza however. It’s the smallest baby girl Mickey’s ever seen. -> oh oh! Well at least Mickey had some practice with newborns when he raised Yevgeny (or is there no Yevgeny in this AU?) Wait- is the baby Mandy's or Joey's? this is so stressful and the babies aren't even mine!

Lip’s ‘yo Ian’s doing that thing where he’s not worried but he’s worried, ya wanna answer your phone’ message -> this is the most canon thing ever.

Ian showing up, gets handed a baby, finding 3 kids in his living room and his husband just ran off. Ian is a better person than I am, because I would walk right out of that mess and eat my fucking spring rolls on the way back to the airport.

This is literally a mini fic. A solid one shot. I have just received a one-shot in my inbox. I love my life.

#🦖 anon #I love you so much #I may not be into kid fics #but I am into your kids fic #this was so much fun #I need a full chaptered fic of this please and thank you #galladads #Ian and Mickey's rescue home #gallavich #shameless #gallavich headcanons #gallavich au #ian x mickey #dads

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counterfeitdoc · 1 year

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The Bros said:

"In a way, we saw Eddie as a bit of a doomed character," Matt Duffer said on the Happy Sad Confused podcast. "Even imagining the flip side of that where he does survive the battle is not a great life awaiting Eddie back in the right side up either. He was always really designed from the get-go as a doomed character."

Ross Duffer added: "There was never any other arc for him and there was no 'how do you survive this?'"

"At the very end, you see people still drawing devil horns on his head -- no one in Hawkins is going to accept a supernatural explanation for this. He would have wound up in jail and this fantasy that he would have been able to walk and graduate sadly was not ever a realistic outcome for him."

Not a realistic outcome? There is a place underground full of monsters, people with superpowers and all unrealistic stuff but a character graduating is too much for them?

But ok, Eddie graduating is a bit too much. Fine. But I don't buy this bs that death was the only option for him. He could go to jail or flee the city and become someone else. This is realistic too.

I agree with everything you said.

The Duffers are telling me that in a world where there's a parallel dimension, monsters, superpowers - and the military and government KNOW about it, KNOW that Eddie didn't commit these murders and already proved that they were able to fake El's birth certificate and relocate a whole family...that there was no way to get Eddie out of this mess? That they didn't have any ideas?

And they made itbso obvious. They love to subvert expectations yet they kept telling us that he'd die from the first episode, to the point where 99% of the fandom were absolutely certain he wouldn't make it out alive. That's very cheap, very bad, very lazy writing and such a horrible waste of the BEST character and one of the best actors in all seasons.

Stranger Things isn't Stranger Things anymore without Eddie.

And that's why I'm holding firmly onto hope that it wasn't the end of Eddie's story and that they needed to let him die this beautifully heroic yet utterly pointless death because they'll bring him back. I don't even care if they planned to bring him back all along or if they're doing it for the fans or the money, I just want and need him back alive and as himself, not some flashback or nightmare or possessed corpse but Eddie. Flay him, let him be saved like Will was saved, just give him back and give him the happy ending he deserves.

And clear his fucking name because Hawkins doesn't even deserve a single second of this man's presence.

And if they don't bring him back, that's such a cruel, horrible message for all of us who found a part of themselves in Eddie, on top of that.

But in a way, everything they said in that interview was ture if they already planned to bring him back but he needed to die before they could do that. If they, for example, planned for Dustin and the others to leave his body in the UD for Vecna to resurrect and flay him (like I hope/believe will happen), of course he needed to find his tragic end in ST5. Of course he needed to die for this storyline to happen. They could say these things and mean them and they'd be true in a way because it's still only the first half of the story. And that's the hope I'm clinging to.

As long as ST5 hasn't aired, the Duffers are basically reverse fairies: all they can do is lie at this point. They couldn't tell us if Eddie returned, and they could hardly keep their mouths shut about the death of the number one fan fave without it being suspicious so they would have to make it believable that he won't return even if he did.

I don't trust them. I mean, I believe them that Eddie won't graduate and that, even if he returns, ST5 will probably end with him leaving Hawkins behind after everything they did to him. But...not graduating isn't exactly the end of the world. It's not like not graduating equals a gruesome death at 19-21 years of age...

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Favorite thing about Firo is that he’s canonically an anomaly to the Oreo Gang. To this day he sorta just... spawned and ran the group, with no one knowing where he came from or anything. Like yeah, he was apparently the original boss’ son, but NO ONE knew about him until he was 15, when he started running in place of his father. No one knows who his mother is. No one knows if he’s even the og boss’ son biologically.

For all the Oreo Gang knows, he could’ve been some sick in the head teen who convinced the boss (who was very old and on his death bed basically) that he was his son just so he could have power.

Doesn’t help that he canonically doesn’t have ANY documentation. Like the nature of his birth means he doesn’t have a birth certificate or anything like that. The only thing he had was a fake ID that he used to buy booze when he was underage, and that’s the only “documentation” mentioning Firo.

#he’s so weird man 😭 like he just EXISTS but at the same time on a legal level he DOESNT #demon’s ocs #crumbled!

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@rosies-emporium cuase I saw @hopeful-hellion do it. :3

Have some stampy In cannibal headcanons.

-he's well known for being ridiculously strong compared to others seeing as he managed to cook up a large shark he got from fishing....Noone knows where he got the shark ffrom. Rosie did notice it had a tattoo.

-Rosie is the only one in town who saw him without his shirt. He has a large red x like alastor. But not a small one. One line is from left shoulder to right hip the other is right hip to the base of his neck.. he often wonders what It was like to clean him off the concrete.

-being from alastors timeperiod and dieing when Vox did stampy knows a bit more then most when it comes to technology. Though he's still very bad at most things. He can't work a TV (he once spent an hour pushing every button and getting batteries for a remote. He didn't know it wasn't plugged in.)

-he spends every execution day running around chasing the angels. He thinks he's famous cause one got mad over a black eye and another claims he bit her. Sadly he dosent remember either incident.

-he's ran into all of Rosie's exs. He dosnt like them and will direct them to alastor if they ask him for directions.

-he jokes he has 'the stuff' which is just stuff from the other sinner rings because he can teleport. He dosent know how he just can. He's not sure about the other rings. Gluttony is too fast past for his old bones he's wanted in greed for attacking crimson's mafia and he regularly buys cows from the wrath ring.

-he cooks a lot of things that Noone had tried. Moose stew, crocodile steaks, a bbqd turanatchula even a meatloaf made with ground bear.

--thanks to him being 'erased' he often tells the kids in town his name is Jhon Doe of course Noone believes him outside of the children.

-he can't stand people's theories about him (his hometown burned down the month he left he 'accidentally' lost his birth certificate and he's using a fake driver's license.)

-on top of the mail he runs a shop of sorts. As he does often sell whatever he gets around hell durning his runs for others.

-whatever is in Val's clubs scarred him for life. And stampy has seen every overlord mad at one point.

-he sells any angelic weapon he finds to Carmella as she pays him to do so. He wonders if it's okay to ask for some brass knuckles.

-he will tell Rosie about his life if she asks him nicely enough though he would like her to tell him a story.

-he dosent remember when he started eating people. He just knows he did at one point. He likes Rosie's cooking.

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