#Fan mail

[buddie-buddie]

Fuck buck and tommy

gladly

[slutdge]

when you die you will suffer and burn forever in the worst place imaginable for your sins

Check out this idiot that thinks you go to Florida when you die

[just-antithings]

Bunch of whistling when neil gaiman is outed as a rapist? Guess you lot really don't care when it's your own, only when it's antis

I do love how antis demonstrate just how much they care about victims, like whenever someone who holds pro fiction views turns out to have done bad things antis are immediately there to gloat about it instead of idk doing anything productive to help the people who were hurt

[paulic]

from fan named Donna

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddiesongfics.

Fan Mail

June Prompt: Song By Blondie | Word Count: 876 | Rating: T | Characters: Steve, Robin, Eddie | CW: Language | Tags: Future Fic, Canon Divergence, No Upside Down, Steve "I'm a Big Fan" Harrington, Platonic Stobin

For a song by Blondie, I picked Fan Mail.

The crumpled ball of paper hits the wall, banking off and falling straight into the trash can. At least his aim is good, even if his writing isn't. Steve looks up at the poster over his desk, and sighs. He's fucking pathetic. Seriously, is his plan really that he's gonna write Eddie "The Freak" Munson with some, what, fan mail? Yeah, that's a great fucking plan. 

Hi, remember me? We went to high school together. I was a bit of a dick, but I'm hoping you've forgotten that. You're pretty hot up on that stage. Call me.

Yeah, right. 

He's definitely aborting this mission. It was a stupid idea, anyway.

A few weeks later, Steve pulls a stack of letters out of the mailbox. Bill, bill, junk, junk, bill…and then his stomach drops with dread. A red envelope, with the Corroded Coffin logo drawn in the corner, where the return address should be.

What the fuck? No, seriously, what the fuck?

Steve takes it to the kitchen counter and sits it down, filled with dread. He didn't lose his mind and actually mail one of those goddamn letters, right? Surely he'd remember doing something as unhinged as that. 

He wants to open it, but he also really doesn't want to know what's inside.

So, it sits. For an hour, a day, a week.

It sits until Robin swings by one day, and picks it up like the Nosey Nellie she is, "What's this, dingus?"

Steve reaches for it, trying to grab it from her grubby little hands, "Nothing!"

"It doesn't sound like it's nothing," she crows, and holds it behind her back. 

"Robin, give it to me," he warns, low and pissy. If he opens it, it's gonna be on his own terms. And that's a big if. As long as he leaves it alone, he'll never have to know what's inside. Good, bad or ugly.

"Why haven't you opened it? Maybe it's important," she says, "maybe it's from Eddie."

And he knows. He suddenly knows exactly what's happened here, and he's gonna kill her.

"What the fuck did you do?" he asks, eyes narrowed.

"What you were too chickenshit to," she says, and she presses the envelope to his chest.

"Goddamnit, Robin," Steve says, feeling embarrassed and sick, "they weren't, I wasn't, ready."

Robin's eyes soften, "I know you, Steve. You'd never be ready."

She's not wrong, she's not, but still. She shouldn't have done this to him. It could be classified as a hate crime, he's pretty sure. And maybe even tampering with the U.S. mail. That's a federal offense. He could have her prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

"Quit daydreaming about my demise, and just open it. Then you can kill me if you need to," she says, and he nods, sliding onto the stool at the counter. 

He slides his thumb under the flap of the envelope and tugs, ripping it open, pulling out the letter. When he unfolds it, two tickets fall onto the counter and Robin reaches for them, and he just lets her. 

And he reads. 

It's short, and funny, and not as embarrassing as he'd feared. Eddie seems happy to have heard from him, and the two tickets are an invitation. It seems casual, but Steve knows better.

Holy shit.

He's actually made a fucking pass at Eddie Munson, and he seems to have made one back? What is happening right now? For real. 

"Well?" Robin asks, bouncing on the balls of her feet, impatient. 

"He invited me, us, to their show in Indy next month."

"See? I told you it'd be fine, dingus," she says, and he nods.

He spins on his chair, to face her full-on, "What version did you send?"

Steve suddenly needs to know how embarrassed he needs to be right now.

"The least stalkerish one, I swear," she says, "and I included a note from me, so he'd know, you weren't exactly aware it was being mailed."

That's probably more embarrassing, he thinks. Like he was just sitting there, pining, like a fool, and his best friend had to intervene.

Eddie must think he's the fucking freak, now. 

The tickets are good. Really good, Steve has suddenly realized, as they stand right next to the stage. They aren't front and center, more off to the side, but still. Right there. Front row. Where Eddie will definitely be able to see them, and know they came, if he just looks down.

And he does. 

As soon as he hits the stage, he comes right to their side, squats down, and reaches out to hand Steve something. Steve's frozen, eyes locked on Eddie's, so it's Robin's hand that reaches out and takes the folded up piece of paper he's offering.

Once Eddie's gone from in front of them, taking his spot center stage and getting the show started, Robin is unfolding the piece of paper. 

Steve leans over her shoulder, and it's dark. Nearly too dark to read, but it's fan mail. Right back. Talking about how he'd always liked looking at him, too, back in high school.

That he'd like to look at him a little bit more after the show tonight, if Steve is interested.

Oh.

Steve is definitely interested.

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[cyeco13]

SOURCE

[8thekat]

SOMEONE IN MY DISCORD SERVER (Duskpaws) SENT ME SEVENTH SOUL KEYCHAINS THEY MADE AAAAAA 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

Never in my life did I expect anyone would actually make a PHYSICAL THING based off ANYTHING I made and SEND IT TO ME 🥹🥹🥹

I love it sm. It's now attached to my backpack ❤️🤍❤️🤍❤️🤍

[lesvegas]

Nobody explain this in the notes until the poll is concluded, thank you!

[theblvcksupreme]

by @ObiAris

[blasphemouspat]

what's it like sharing the same views as nazis? do you ever stop and think about that?

Nazis are radical feminists? that's a wild take considering all the terrible things they did and do to women. are you sure you know what a nazi is? or are you just using the term "nazi" as a buzzword for shock value? i hope that's not the case, because that would be extremely disrespectful to actual victims of actual nazis!

[legendlarkpod]

TIME FOR A FAN MAIL SPOTLIGHT!!!! @skatezmummblz sent these amazing handmade gifts to our P.O. Box! I was so delighted when I opened this package up, they are all so cute!!! 😭 From left to right, we have a Corbin bag (you can put stuff in his beak there's like a cavity back there!!!), a Fran water hair hat (the waves are so ruffly and satisying!) a granny Square bag in Slake appropriate colors (the pattern is so pretty!) and a Dragon scale dice bag (also extremely cute!)! Thank you again so much this was such a thoughtful and generous gift!!! We will cherish them!!! 😭 ✨🖤✨🧡✨💚✨💙✨

[turbautistic]

VERY FAST SEMI TRUCK

—Mysterious Bear

OUR TOP STORY: TRAGIC MOTORCYCLE ACCIDENT /ij

[gracieblood]

me when I read the bible to analyse it and enter fandom discourse about it

and by fandom do you mean Christianity The Religion or hazbin hotel. i’m guessing the second one

[longing-for-rain]

imagine being so insecure over people liking a relationship with actual love and chemistry"

what love and chemistry? there is none.

define chemistry. noble gasses have more chemistry than katara and zuko.

katara dgaf about that man IJBOL.

Aw is someone mad I insulted their favorite little incest ship in the notes of a confession blog?

You’re right, I’m just so delulu because these characters clearly have zero chemistry and don’t really care about each other :(((

I guess maybe if I spent my spare time deep frying my brain in zucest r34 I’d probably have zero media literacy too. I’m kind of surprised you were able to take your hand out of your pants long enough to send me this anon tbh

[slutdge]

I get where you are coming from on some level but sexualizing your tattoo artist is REALLY weird. They were just doing their job, don't be fucking weird about it

I wasn't weird about it, I barely spoke 2 words to him while he tattooed me cause im pretty shy in settings like that, I paid him, I left, then I made a one sentence silly tumblr post saying "yeah I thought the dude that tattooed me today was kinda hot" when i got home, i was never sexualizing or demeaning towards him in any way. ive also thought construction workers are hot while walking past construction sites. i thought my senior year english teacher was hot. i think the singer for my favorite band is hot. are yall not attracted to real people or is it only cartoon characters? the call is coming from inside the house, yall are the fucking weird ones lmao what even is this ask. why is every dweeb on tumblr so adverse to being attracted to real life people. just delete your account and become a catholic monk at this point.

[thejody]

Hell yeah!