#fake interview | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

Tumblr has 411 employees.

enchantedlandcoffee · 10 months

Text

Little script of a fake interview with Louis (I can only dream of this happening)

Interviewer (I) Louis (L)

I: So Louis, if I remember correctly you're here to talk about someone very special in your life?

L: I am, yes (cue his triangle smile)

I: And who might that be?

L: That would be Mr Harry Styles...um...my husband

I: So the rumours are true then?

L: Yep, yep, all true, all true

I: And how long have you been together?

L: We've been on and off for about 13...yeah 13 years now

I: 13 years? So since you guys met each other?

L: Basically, yeah, yeah.

I: May I ask why you kept it a secret?

L: Um...it was tough back then, you know, being- being *out* and our team thought it'd be best if we kept it on the down low for a bit, you know, just tease the relationship to see how it was received.

I: Quite well, I'd say by the state of Twitter

L: Yeah, yeah, the fans seemed to really like us, but, uh, our management kept coming up with, um, reasons for us not to be out yet, you know what I mean. And, uh, it got to a point where we couldn't interact with each other at all. It was, quite hard at times for us to be together and then not be together, if you know what I mean, but we pushed through, we pushed through.

I: And the girlfriends?

L: Ah, the girlfriends. Um, well speaking for me, I obviously can't speak for Harry, it seemed to be the best option at the time. So I was free to be with him in private and we could be together, and me having a "girlfriend" sort of put out the idea that I was taken, and for management they were pushing that I was straight.

I: And, there have been rumours that you stayed with Simon and that lot to protect Harry after the band split up. Is that true?

L: Uh, yeah yeah thats unfortunately true. Um, they wanted to sign Harry on as a solo artist but I could see, you know, that he wanted to be free and to be able to express himself, which obviously he has been able to and I'm proud of him for that. So I made a deal with the management that I'd sign with them instead if they let Harry go.

I: And, if you had the chance to do things differently regarding management and Harry, would you?

L: Uh no, no, I wouldn't. I seen how he's come into himself away from management and he's been the happiest I've seen him for a while now. I wouldn't trade that for anything.

Harry's interview

#louis tomlinson #harry styles #fake interview #larry stylinson #larry fics #yes i made myself cry

74 notes · View notes

dawn-petrichor-world · 2 years

Text

It's the first time I do this. It was funny. Note it's a fake interview ofc.

This is for @youlightmeupfinn hope you like it.

Okay folks. I can't upload the last gif, to big, but it doesn't matter. I learned things today so I'll do better next time.

#Fake interview #Tom Cruise

38 notes · View notes

orpheusredux · 2 years

Text

Into The Vale of Vecna

Fic Summary: Eddie becomes a rock and roll legend after saving the world, being eaten by bats and flunking out of High School for the third time. Here's how it happened.

Fic Rating: Kind of mature? I dunno.

Pairing: Eddie/OFC, Eddie/His Whole Life Ahead Of Him

Warnings: The is pure fix it headcanon.

Tunes: Into the Vale of Vecna - The Album!

A/N: I don't know who made the original edit, but I really wish I did. If someone lets me know I will credit and reblog and do whatever you need to make it up to you. I couldn't help but use it to make the magazine cover, so I hope it's OK.

So, the minute Eddie gets out of hospital he packs up the van, moves to New Jersey and starts working the metal clubs up and down the coast, hard out. He ends up livings in the van for a couple of weeks, and it's shitty at first, but then he gets a foot in the door and things start looking up. There is almost no job too small or degrading he will not do for the bands, and he gets a rep as the go-to kid on the New Jersey scene.

Like, you want weed, Eddie's got weed. You want someone to step in and play bass because your bassist overdosed and now he's in rehab, Eddie will play bass for you. You want to snork an ounce of Bolivia's finest off a willing hooker's tush, Eddie knows every working girl and dealer in the Tri-state area and they all love him. The only thing he won't do is ferry groupies back stage, because gross.

So anyway, he eventually ends up working Bon Jovi's Slippery When Wet tour, lugging amps and cracking stages, and he is in hog hair metal heaven.

Then one day, out on the road, Jon Bon Jovi himself overhears Eddie tuning a guitar he almost certainly should not have been tuning - like, there is a guy whose whole entire job is to tune guitars for Richie Sambora and he will literally break your hands if he catches you touching those guitars. Eddie is scared to death of him, but he also has terrible impulse control, so here we are - and playing Stairway to Heaven as all metallers are contractually obligated to do whenever they pick up a new guitar, and Jon Bon's like, "Shit, kid, you can play."

And Eddie's like, HOLY SHIT JVB IS INTO IT, but he says, "Oh, yeah, you know... I dabble." and wiggles his fingers around like it ain't no big thing that he just played Stairway To Heaven in front of JVB like a fucking boss.

And then JVB's like, Jesus, this kid is cocky, but he says, "Whatever, give this guy a call when we get to LA. He's working on an album and they're looking for session musicians."

The name on the card says Rick Rubin.

So, when the tour ends in LA, he calls Rick fucking Rubin and he's like, "hey man, Jon said to look you up when I got into town, yeah we're just wrapping up the tour...", totally bullshitting harder than he has ever fucking bullshit anyone in his whole life, because he asked around and this Rubin guy could be his ticket to something very cool.

It works, and Rubin's like, "Meet me at the Whiskey tonight, I'll put your name on the door", and Eddie just about creams his shorts.

Like, he has $5 and stick of gum to his name (he's been sending his tour pay checks back to Wayne, so he can get the fuck outta that trailer park of doom), he doesn't know where the fuck he's sleeping tonight but he's got an appointment with Rick Rubin at the fucking Whisky A Go Go, which is his spiritual home so... things might be looking up.

He gets there and it is basically the debauched Babylon of his fucking dreams. There's a line like ten miles long, but he remembers Rick said he'd put his name on the door, so he saunters past an assortment of LA's finest hair metal acolytes without a care in the world.

(They are unamused and some of them tell him so, to which Eddie blows kisses as he passes because he is in full fake it till you make it, bitch, mode.)

When he gets to the front of the line, however, he is confronted by a woman with the clip board like no woman - with or without a clipboard - Eddie has ever seen with his actual eye balls outside the pages of Playboy fucking Magazine before.

Her face is like one of those freaky but hot Patrick Nagel paintings, like she is more than merely beautiful, she is statuesque, and her skin looks like it's made from molten toffee, and she's wearing a skirt that is about one inch longer than being a belt and her legs like they are carved from caramel marble.

Like, Eddie has always be a tit man, he loves the boobies. Loves them. But he can feel a conversion coming on when he sees that skirt and her thighs in that skirt. Holy shit.

Anyway, she gives him the biggest, brightest smile as he walks up to her, and he's like... dazzled. But before he can say anything, the musclebound giant standing next to her - bouncer, thinks Eddie, mentally rolling his eyes - asks him if, 'Mommy knows he's out past curfew'.

Eddie's been on the road for a while, and he knows his way around d-bags like this, so instead getting all dick hurt about it, he just shrugs and says, "yeah, yeah, very funny, I'm 12, right."

And then ignores him, instead turning the full power of his puppy dog baby browns on the woman of his dreams, and says. "Hi Princess, I'm Eddie and, ah, Rick said he'd put me on your list."

He's kind of waiting for her to say, "Fuck off, loser", because in all honestly she probably should say that. But instead she smirks and says, "Well hellll-o, Eddie, I've been waiting for you to show up all night."

Eddie just about has a heart attack, because he once watched a porno with Rick - his Rick, Reefer Rick, from back in Hawkins, obviously - that started almost exactly like this, and now all the blood in his head is plunging straight out of his brain and into his dick.

But unlike the porno, she doesn't rip off her top and let him motorboat her (it was a really lame porno, OK?), she just sticks her hand out to the bouncer and says, "Pay up, Jimmy," and Jimmy the bouncer says something like, "aw shit, Tawny, really?".

Without taking her eyes off Eddie, she just clicks her fingers at the big oaf until he finally slaps what looks like ten bucks in her hand.

"List says 'Eddie Munster for Rick Rubin'," she says, tucking the ten into her cleavage, which means Eddie can legitimately look at her cleavage without worrying she's going to stab him in the eye with her long red nails. He doesn't look too long, but he does look.

"Jimmy here said you were gonna be some vampire-looking mother fucker from England, I said you were going to be a good clean Metal Boy. Looks like I won."

Eddie blinks a few time, and because his brain is a goddamned traitor, he says: "It's, ah, it's Munson. My name. I'm Munson, not, ah, Munster. That is funny though. Eddie Munster. Like the thing, the kid from the TV. Do you have a TV?"

She just laughs like he said something actually funny and not whatever the fuck that was and winks at him, and it's so goddamned cute Eddie considers just changing his name to Munster if it'll make her keep smiling at him like that. Anyway, she lifts the red velvet chord to let him past, and as he does she leans in and whispers, "Break a leg, Tiger," right into his goddamned ear, and Eddie just about creams hid fucking shorts again.

Inside, it's like the last fucking days of Rome or something. There's probably only about a 200 people in the joint, problem is there's only room for 100 of em. There are girls in string bikinis up on the shoulders of long haired greasers. There are gangs of bikers wearing dark glasses inside - the only people with any space around them because they radiate violence - there are quartets of men wearing heavy, garish make up, their hair teased up to frankly absurd heights. A woman with fried, white blond hair, in studded leather, has just finsihed a set, and carrying a jet black Warlock, she jumps down off the stage and fights her way through the crowd to the stairsat the back of the room.

A DJ kicks in straight away and the music is relentless, pounding acid metal, followed by hard rock, followed by thrash.

In short, there are freaks and weirdos covering every imaginable surface, and Eddie feels, possibly for the first time in his life, like he is precisely where he was meant to be.

He makes his way over the to bar and shouts to the bartender that he's looking for Rick, and the guy just point's straight up, so Eddie finds the stairs and heads up to the balcony where he has to give his name to another couple of bouncers, and then he's in the VIP bar at the Whiskey. Holy shit.

It's kind of early, so there aren't a lot of people there. There are groups at a couple of tables, and the blond with the Warlock is leaning on the bar next to a big guy with a massive greaser beard, who's laughing at something she just said.

Eddie has a hunch that that's Rick, so he heads for them, and then gets an attack of nerves, so he just stands there chewing his thumb, kind of awkwardly. Finally, the woman turns and leans back, elbows on the bar, one knee bent, and that's when Eddie realises why she'd looks sort of familiar. It's Lita fucking Ford.

She gives Eddie a long, slow look up and down, and says, "Ricky did you order me a snack?"

Rick laughs and says, "Sorry, Lita, honey. I think this is my guest."

"Pity," the Amazonian Goddess says as she pushes herself off the bar and walks over to a banquet where some more of those make up wearing big hair guys are lounging, and joins them.

Eddie, bless his heart, is so fucking stunned he can't get it together to say anything smart back because Lita Ford for fucks sake.

Luckily, he has no such trouble with Rick, who is a surprisingly mellow dude.

He ends up talking to him for hours about the bands they love and shows they've seen. They stop to watch the bands play, and Rick will ask his opinion after each short set.

"They're solid in the back, man. That drummer is killer, but the vocals are weak as shit," Eddie says and he can see straight away that he's said exactly what Rick was thinking.

They share a couple of whiskeys, and a beer - Rick's buying, so Eddie's drinking - and then this fucking noise just explodes from the stage, and Eddie forgets the word "beer" even exists as this wailing, driving cacophony fills the club.

There's this guy on stage with long black hair, a frilly white shirt and leathers. His voice is like a siren call, a primal scream, wailing, in all the best ways. Behind him is this pounding, rolling guitar played by a Viking in double denim, and Eddie's mesmerized.

"I don't know what the fuck a Love Removal Machine is," he says to Rick, half dazed. "But I know I want one."

"Well, alright then," Rick says, nodding like he's just signed Eddie up to a Love Removal Machine subscription.

Eddie finally tears his eyes away from the stage, turns to Rick and says, "Ok, who is that?"

"That," Rick replies with a smirk. "Is your future."

***

Rolling Stone, August 20, 1989:

Munson's big break came as a gun-for-hire on The Cult's 1987 breakthrough LP, Electric, a gig he got through an unlikely friendship with Hip Hop producer Rick Rubin.

"It was pure madness," says Munson, leaping up from the sofa in his hotel suite overlooking Hollywood and Vine, to stalk around the room, hands flying as he talks - there is something ironically electric about the guitarist and vocalist Ronnie James Dio once called "the future of Rock". He can't stay still for more than a minute.

"One minute I'm running for my life in Hawkins, the next thing I'm playing rhythm guitar with Billy Duffy in front of 80,000 screaming kids. It was wild.

"Tawny [Downe, lingerie model, former Playboy Bunny and Munson's wife of three months] says it was all meant to be, but I paid a pretty big price to be so 'blessed'. I still got the scars."

He means that literally.

The price, the Once Bitten, Twice Dead singer says, included growing up trailer park poor in Hawkins, a tiny town in the middle of Indiana, population 31,000, and a torso littered with an astonishing and unnerving collection of scars. Scars he's happy to show us, but less happy to talk about.

"Don't let the fact it's a shit hole in the middle of butt f*** nowhere fool you," Munson says. "Hawkins is a Hellmouth just waiting to gobble kids up.

"Every song I write is about what went down there, just me trying to make sense of it. And it always comes back to one thing: Hawkins is a waking nightmare."

It may sound like Rock Star myth-making and hyperbole, but Rolling Stone can reveal Munson was a person of interest in the infamous Hawkins Ripper serial killer case of 1986.

Although exonerated, its clear Munson still bears the burden of what went down three years ago in that tiny town.

"Shit happened, man. I could tell you exactly what, but you won't believe me."

Munson and Hellfire Club's second LP, Into the Vale of Vecna, is number one on the Billboard Rock Charts as we go to press.

A/A/N: So I have watched, read and listened to a lot of 80s stuff, I am a HUGE 80s hair metal fan and I just really wanted to pile almost everything I know about that scene in the late 80s into a fic about our Metal Prince. Obviously a lot of this is made up. I don't know if Rick Rubin ever hung out at the Whisky or the Troubadour like some Musical King Pin, and he certainly wasn't there recording The Cult, he was in the UK, but that's how it goes in this universe.

#eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie lives #stranger things s4 #fake band #fake interview #hair metal #80s hair metal #eddie the rock star #headcanon

20 notes · View notes

realfakestuff · 1 year

Text

When asked in a 2005 interview on why Shadow the Hedgehog was given a gun in his solo title Yuji Naka had this to say

"Shadow personally came up to me and threatened me to tell Takashi Iizuka to give him a gun, I wasn't about to say no to someone who could use chaos control. He also said I needed to do some insider trading at square, don't know what that was about."

#sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #fake interview #fake quotes

7 notes · View notes

candied-cae · 2 years

Text

Interviewer: Now that Our Flag Means Death has been officially renews for a season 2, do you have any plans for getting back into the character of Stede Bonnet? Like perhaps trying to go really method with it?

Rhys Darby: Are you... asking me if I plan to suddenly leave my wife and two children, without warning, for a job so I can "understand the character more"? Really?

Interviewer:...

Rhys Darby:

More OFMD

#Idk why my brain did this - but it did #Never miss an opportunity to disrespect method acting #Fr tho - method acting gets dropped out of no where is interviews with actors when it's not even that common #It most often comes up when men are really fucking creepy with it #so yeah #Anyway - if it's not obvious - we still have no news on a season 2 renewal #this lil jokes doesn't come for any sort of update I know about #it's just here for context #Rhys Darby #Our Flag Means Death #Our Flag Means Death Spoilers #ofmd #ofmd spoilers #hbo #Stede Bonnet #Gentleman Pirate #Fake interview

22 notes · View notes

crackforme · 2 years

Text

When joking with friends go too far X'DD

#keniel #taron egerton #jonathan bailey #gif #fake interview #wtf #flirting #forceur spotted #rpg

13 notes · View notes

mark-matos · 1 year

Text

AI-Faked Schumacher Interview Ignites Legal Battle: The New Face of Privacy War

The world of AI-generated content is taking another hit this week, as the family of F1 legend Michael Schumacher threatens legal action over a fabricated interview published in German magazine Die Aktuelle. The article, presented as Schumacher's "first interview," was actually created using Character.AI, a neural language model chatbot. Schumacher, who suffered a severe brain injury in a 2013 skiing accident, has remained out of the spotlight since, with his family fiercely protecting his privacy.

This AI-generated interview controversy comes hot on the heels of the viral AI-generated song "Heart On My Sleeve," which was falsely attributed to Drake and The Weeknd. The Schumacher family's lawsuit will likely hinge on the argument that Die Aktuelle violated the racing icon's right to publicity by presenting a fabricated conversation as if it were genuine. As AI-generated content continues to make headlines, it raises important questions about the ethical use of technology and the boundaries of privacy in the digital age.

In Germany, the right of personality encompasses both privacy and publicity, protecting human dignity and preventing unauthorized commercial use of an individual's identity traits. This case will potentially set a precedent for AI copycats and likeness issues, which have yet to be thoroughly litigated.

Character.AI, the company responsible for the technology used to create the fake interview, has emphasized that they encourage "responsible and ethical use of Character-generated content." Regardless of the outcome, this case highlights the need for a serious discussion on journalistic integrity and the responsible use of AI-generated content.

With AI-generated content becoming increasingly convincing, it's crucial that we tread carefully in this new frontier. The Schumacher family's lawsuit is just the beginning of what could be a long legal battle, as we collectively navigate the line between technological innovation and the protection of personal rights.

#michael schumacher #ai generated #ai #fake interview #privacy #righttopublicity #legalbattle #journalistic integrity #character ai #technology ethics

0 notes

sokokoko · 1 year

Text

POV ur the butler of the bratty orphaned rich kid but the kid gets "amnesia" after a kidnapping attempt and subsequent escape gone wrong

(It's a lie, he died and someone else reincarnated as him but Seth doesn't know so big sad)

0 notes

harrysfolklore · 2 months

Text

Harry Styles Answers the Web's Most Searched Questions | WIRED

this was posted on my patreon a few months ago, enjoy ! MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

"Hi I'm Harry Styles and this is the Wired Autocomplete Interview."

Harry introduced himself to the camera and you smiled, you were currently at WIRED Studios for Harry's long awaited autocomplete interview that he finally agreed to do thanks to yours and his fans persistence.

You were sitting behind the camera with the rest of the crew, watching him with a small smile.

A crew member passed the first board to him, he looked at it confusedly for a minute before speaking.

"Okay so. I'm answering what I think or what?"

Everyone in the studio laughed and the director quickly explained to him how the game worked once again, you rolled your eyes with affection and he sent a wink your way.

"Alright, how is Harry Styles?" he said after taking the little piece of paper off the board, "I'm good, I'm really enjoying being home in London, I was away for a while on tour and I'm going to stay here for a bit so that's exciting."

"How did Harry Styles," he paused to rip the next paper and reveal the rest of the question, "Become famous? Well, when I was sixteen years old I auditioned for a singing show called The X Factor, I got put in a band with four lads and we didn't win but we put out a song called What Makes You Beautiful," he smiled for a second, "that one put us on the map, we released a bunch of albums and now I'm here."

"How did Harry Styles meet his wife?" at this, he turned his gaze to you to give you a big smile, you immediately mirrored his and nodded your head, signaling that you were okay with him talking about it.

"We could say that it was basically a blind date, we had a friend in common who thought we would be a good match and set us up, we had an amazing first date but then I had to travel to Los Angeles for work so we couldn't really see each other after that but once I was back in London we hung out all the time, and now we're married."

He smiled at you again and you couldn't help but feel your heart melt, you had been married for 6 months now but the married life was still new for the both of you, and everything he called you his wife butterflies made its way to your stomach.

"How is Harry Styles still alive?" his eyes widened in surprise and he looked around the room, making a few present laugh, "Um, that's a weird thing to search on the internet, but I guess, I don't know if I can answer that, I don't think anyone can answer that we're just lucky to still be around and enjoy life."

He gave the camera one of his infamous "frog smiles" and handed the board to a crew member who was ready with the next one.

"Does Harry Styles have tattoos?" he revealed the first question of the new board, "Yes, he does. I have a lot of tattoos actually, they're basically all over my body. The most recent one is right here," he pointed at the back of his right arm, "It's my wedding date, actually, everyone might call me a sap but I was reserving this arm for tattoos about my wife a and future kids, so I guess it's finally time to fill it."

It was safe to say that fans watching at home and everyone in the studio absolutely melted, especially you.

"Does Harry Styles have siblings? I do I have a sister, she's older than me and her name is Gemma. A lot of people claim she's cooler than me for some reason but I don't thing that's true," he shrugged and revealed the next question, "Does Harry Styles speak Italian? I would like to think that I do, I spend a lot of time there and I've learned how to communicate pretty decently."

"Is Harry Styles an actor?" he said after peeling the first sticker of the new board, "He tries to be an actor that's for sure," he laughed and everyone in the room did as well, "I mean, I've been in a couple of movies, I've auditioned for a bunch of roles and my agent has sent me scripts to go through," he shrugged "So I can say that makes me an actor."

"Is Harry Styles american?" he shook his head at that one, "He is not! He's Britain, born and raised okay? He's very proud of it."

"What's Harry Styles BeReal? I don't have a BeReal, but if I did I wouldn't tell you," he pointed to the camera jokingly, "What are Harry Styles fans called? I think they are referred to as Harries, but I don't like to speak on behalf of them, you should ask them."

"What was Harry Styles first song? My first song was Sign Of The Times, I wrote it with friends that I love, and that is my wife's favorite song I've ever written, right love?"

"That's correct." you said from your spot, pretty audible so you know it would make it to the final cut of the interview.

"What are Harry Styles songs about?" he peeled the last sticker of the board, "They're about a lot of things, life, friends, love, my wife," he shrugged, "I even have one about the female orgasm."

You quietly giggled, knowing that his fans would go crazy over that last sentence.

"Did Harry Styles go to college? He did not, he became a singer."

"Did Harry Styles win a Grammy? He somehow won Album Of The Year last year, which is absolutely insane if you ask him."

"Did Harry Styles finish high school? Oh I'm glad the internet asks," he laughed, "Contrary to popular belief I did finish high school, I completed my GCES and I graduated, I don't know why there's a rumor there that I didn't finish high school tho."

"Anyway, last one!" he comically threw the board to the floor and grabbed the final board a crew member was handling him, "Who is Harry Styles best friend? Um, I have a ton of best friends. Jeff who's also my manager, Mitch who plays in my band, my childhood best friend's name is Johnny, so yeah, I'm very lucky in the friends department, I love my friends."

"Who does Harry Styles look like? My mom, I would say. A lot of people point out that we have the same smile," he shrugged, "My mom is a beautiful woman so I'm flattered."

"Who did Harry Styles write Love Of My Life about? My wife and London."

"And final question," he slowly peeled off the sticker for dramatic effect, "Who does Harry Styles love? Okay, that's cute that people search for that on the internet, um, I love my family and friends, I love my wife that's for sure, I love making music and performing," he listed with his fingers, "And love love, yeah, love is great."

He smiled to the camera and put the board aside to say his goodbyes.

"I thought my Google searches were much more appropriate that I expected. I was fun to see what people wonder about me, so yeah thank you WIRED for having me."

982 notes · View notes

cinnamontoads · 1 year

Text

does anyone else with autism have a really hard time “faking it”… not like masking in general but stuff like being able to pretend you like a bad gift or make stuff up for a school assignment or hype yourself up for a job interview. like i’ve only started noticing it more recently for myself but i’m literally incapable of being dishonest in situations like that i can’t control it

#personal #my parents are always like you just Fake It be nice to people you don’t like lie about job interviews make stuff up for assignments and just #get it done and i CANT and they don’t understand????#like i can do little white lies fine in most situations i’m not the most honest person on the planet earth but #in certain scenarios i physically cannot do things

2K notes · View notes

Last Seen Blogs

hloyamoutins-blog

Без названия

tlburrell

My Works

aolyxe

Aolyxe

phatassesblog

Untitled

vhskzyu

🧛‍♀️