#MCLOVIN ID

[mclovinid]

"McLovin" is a fictional character and the iconic pseudonym used by Fogell, portrayed by actor Christopher Mintz-Plasse, in the 2007 comedy film "Superbad." In the movie, Fogell obtains a fake ID with the name "McLovin" to buy alcohol for a party. The humor and popularity of the McLovin ID have transcended the film itself, becoming a cultural phenomenon.

The McLovin ID features a comically simple design with a photo of Fogell, the name "McLovin," and the birthdate listed as simply "June 3, 1981." The absurdity of the ID adds to its charm, and the character's deadpan delivery of his chosen moniker has made it a memorable and oft-quoted moment in the film.

The McLovin ID has since gained recognition beyond the movie, becoming a popular meme and reference in popular culture. Fans of "Superbad" often use the McLovin ID as a humorous symbol of rebellious or carefree behavior, and it has even inspired real-life replicas.

Despite being a fictional and obviously fake identification, the McLovin ID has captured the imagination of audiences, demonstrating the impact a well-crafted comedic moment can have on popular culture. It serves as a reminder of the lasting influence of certain films and how specific scenes or characters can take on a life of their own in the collective memory of fans.

[star--bird]

Dick: Hey Jay, since you died before you turned 16, you don't have any form of legal ID do you? How did you go about that after you came back to life?

Jason: Oh so I actually had a fake ID from before I died that I still use. Wanna see it?

Dick: Sure.

Jason: *hands Dick a Hawaiian driver's license*

Dick: ...seriously?

Jason: What! It's a pretty convincing fake!

Dick: Your name is McLovin?

Jason: Yeah I was between that or Mohammed.

Dick: You based your fake id off of a goddam movie?

Jason: I was 13 okay!

Dick: You look like you're 7 in this photo.

Jason: Hey. It worked. And it still does.

Dick: I can't believe this. You are a literal crime lord. You deal fake IDs! They are pretty convincing ones too, good enough to trick both the Gotham PD and Batcave systems.

Jason: It's the principle, okay.

Dick: What fucking principle!

[beaudesoleil]

nice try ashfur but that fake id aint gonna save you from being exposed as an imposter

[kingshook1]

[stonerzelda]

Being a pirate actor would be the perfect excuse to make a Vaas cosplay. If they even give a fuck

[bowserphobia]

another person told me i look like McLovin. happy pride month

[agaypanic]

Omfg you’re writing for Rodrick? 🥹he’s so bbg. Can I please request something with him and a guitarist!reader (I play lead and bass<3) who’s in a band and he like sneaks into a bar and she’s playing there and singing and is just so cool he immediately just *heart eyes* and he meets her after the show and they hit it off? I know he’s more edgy punk but I vibe with more rock type and I like the similar-but-different couple dynamic stuff

If you want obviously np you could change whatever but still he’s so hot please and thank you

Rock and Roll (Rodrick Heffley X Guitarist!Reader)

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Summary: Wanting to see if his fake I.D. is any good, Rodrick goes to a bar at the edge of town. But he’s immediately distracted by you singing and playing with your band.

A/N: once again, idk shit about anything thats not the violin lol also superbad reference for no reason other than i wanted to. au where rodrick's 19/20 and reader's 21

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“Your name is…” The bouncer looked down at the license, raising his eyebrow skeptically before looking back at Rodrick. “McLovin?”

“Yup,” Rodrick responded, trying to remain casual. 

The two men had a stare-off for a few tense seconds before, finally, the bouncer sighed and handed Rodrick back his ID.

“Whatever, man.” He opened the door to the bar and stepped aside, allowing Rodrick to pass through. He tried not to look so surprised about the entry.

Rodrick decided that the best way to celebrate his fake ID working was to buy a drink. So he headed to the bar, trying to decide what he should order.

“What can I get ya?” One of the bartenders asked Rodrick as he approached the bar. Rodrick looked at the chalkboard menu on the wall, about to say something, before he was interrupted by loud music.

Across the large room was a stage and dancefloor. The floor was filled with semi-drunk patrons dancing and jumping around to the beat. On the stage was a rock band jamming out. Rodrick was immediately captivated, soon forgetting the bartender as he slowly walked closer to the dancefloor. 

The music was different from what he was used to. Rodrick was into punk, but this was more rock. But he really liked it.

It might’ve had something to do with the pretty guitarist, who headbanged along with the lead singer without missing a single chord. Rodrick was a drummer, but there was something about the way your fingers glided across the fingerboard that had him completely mesmerized.

About half an hour later, your band’s set was finally over, and Rodrick hadn’t moved an inch from his spot. He watched you walk off the stage and over to the bar, ending up right next to him. You ordered a drink and then looked at him, giving a smile.

“Hey.” 

“Hey.” Rodrick’s brain raced with what to say next. He wasn’t used to talking to a pretty girl. “Nice set.”

“Thanks.” You nodded in gratitude as the bartender handed you your drink, taking a sip before looking back at Rodrick. “You like rock?”

“Well, I’m more into the punk scene, but that stuff was pretty cool. You know, I’m in a band too!”

“Really?” You asked, turning to fully face Rodrick with interest.

The rest of the night, the two of you talked about music and being in bands, which branched off into talks about other parts of your life. Before Rodrick left, he had the guts to ask for your number. And when he got home and snuck up to his room, he was already texting you and asking when you could see each other again.

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Rodrick Heffley Taglist: @tweedledipshit

[mammons-lover]

Levi's ID Fail

Asmodeus: Hey, we’re going to a karaoke bar. You want to come?

Leviathan: Yeah, sure, just let me get ready!

Mammon: Make sure you bring your ID.

Leviathan: Uhh, I lost my ID.

Mammon: Dude, you can’t get drunk if you have no ID. You know what, come on. I know a guy that can get you one tonight, my treat.

Leviathan finally having his ID.

Asmodeus: Alrighty, let’s see your ID.

Shows ID.

Asmodeus: Wait, you changed your name? To… McLovin?

Leviathan: Yeah.

Mammon: McLovin…? What kind of stupid name is that, Levi? Your name is perfectly fine!

Leviathan: I know, but this is illegal, I don’t need this to be traced back to me. And they let you pick any name you want, so why would I choose my own?

Asmodeus: And you landed on McLovin?

Leviathan: It was between that or Muhammad.

Mammon: Why the fuck would it be between that or Muhammad?! Is he serious right now?!

Asmodeus: Why couldn’t you just pick a normal name?!

Leviathan: Muhammad is the most commonly used name on Earth. Read a fucking book for once.

Mammon: What the actual fuck is wrong with him?

Asmodeus: Mammon, breathe.

Mammon: I paid for this stupid shit. Levi, why? How-?! Come on!

Leviathan: Maybe you should’ve prepared me before we did "illegal activities"!

Mammon: Go home. I can’t even look at you right now!

Leviathan: I was going home anyway! And I’m not paying you back, so don’t ask!

Later that night, Asmo and Mammon stumble in drunk, laughing.

Asmodeus: fuckin Levi, with that McLovin ID was the funniest thing ever! He really thought he’d get away with it, huh?

Mammon: Yeah, Seriously, McLovin? What, was he inspired by a movie or something? Dumbest idea ever!

Leviathan (who was waiting for them to get home): Hey, it made sense at the time, okay? It’s not like I had much time to think!

Lucifer (walks in): What’s going on here?

Asmodeus (laughing): Levi got a fake ID with the name McLovin!

Mammon (Also laughing): Yeah, McLovin! Can you believe it?

Lucifer (sighs): You got a fake ID, Levi?

Mammon: Dammit… Disperse!

Mammon and Asmo try to run away but end up running into each other and crashing to the ground.

Lucifer (rubbing his temples): We’ll talk about this in the morning.

Mammon (from the floor): Can’t we just forget about it, Luci? It was just a joke!

Lucifer: Go to bed. All of you.

Asmodeus (still on the floor, giggling): Night, McLovin!

Leviathan (laughing, headed to his room): I hate you guys.

(I saw the clip on TikTok and couldn't help myself, ENJOY!)

[ransomnote]

fuck it. gauche paint mclovin ID.

[fridayiminlovemp3]

i’m so drunk and all i can think about is mclovin. literally the dumbest joke ever but it’s so fucking funny. guy gets a fake id under the name “mclovin” because it was between that or muhammad (the most common name on planet earth read a book!!!!) makes his age 25 because everyone has their fake id 21 so it’s less suspicious. no last or middle name just mclovin. mclovin the 25 year old hawaiian organ donor.

[halestrom]

Trick or Treat? 🧟‍♂️

A trick!! An idea that popped into my head earlier today that I have zero plans to write except for this one snippet.

"Have you ever considered modeling?"

The comment gave Jake pause, and he turned, raising an eyebrow at the man who had asked. If Jake was anywhere other than California, he'd consider the outfit to be garish, but, it was California and maybe his Pastor growing up was right about what he would find here. Nevermind he was stationed here.

"That work for you often?" Jake asked, crossing his arms over his chest, letting himself see past the bright clothing. The man wasn't unattractive, but Jake had been with hotter men.

"What?" the man asked, before he frowned and to Jake's delight, something Javy lamented about since most people didn't find joy in others discomfort, flushed. "Oh, um. No. I wasn't hitting on you. It's um. I'm an fashion designer."

Jake snorted. "Are you now?" he asked, giving the man a once over. "Sure."

The man rolled his eyes and stepped forward, holding out his hand. "Bradley Bradshaw."

"How much you pay for that fake ID?" Jake asked, shaking the hand. "McLovin' might've been a better option."

The flat glare he got in response had Jake smiling a little wider. "Ha. Ha. Ha." Jake could hear the periods. "Look, seriously. You have great cheekbones, your shoulder to waist ratio is perfect and you're the kind of symmetrical that will get people yelling about photoshop. I could think of a dozen photographers who would love to work with you."

It was the weirdest way Jake had ever been complimented and he crossed his arms, trying to hide how into it he suddenly was. "Wow, you really know how to treat a guy," he said, keeping his voice flat.

Bradley, if that was his name and Jake was still holding out on that being real, rolled his eyes. "Look, whatever you're wearing is great. Levi's are a timeless classic for a reason and is that a Maison Margiela? I love their jersey line with the reinforced neck."

"Hanes," Jake said, before Bradley could continued, getting a dumbfounded look. He waved at his shirt. "Hanes. Five pack from Walmart."

"No the fuck it is not." Bradley now looked offended.

"...yes, it is?"

Bradley stepped forward, grabbing Jake by the shoulder and leaning over him, close enough Jake could smell some spicy aftershave that made him want to fucking swoon in like an dumbass from one of those books his sisters told him about. "What the fuck. It's Hanes."

"Why do you sound so offended?"

"It looks good! It shouldn't look good. Did you get it tailored?"

"No," Jake replied, which made Bradley scowl. Now Jake was offended. "I'm having a hard time taking fashion advice from someone who looks like a kindergarten room full of children was let loose in the paint aisle."

"I need to get you out of those--"

"--I thought it wasn't a come on--"

"--and into something of mine."

"Bradley! Hangman!"

Both turned, and Jake raised his eyebrows when he spotted Maverick wandering over, a bright grin on his face. "You two know each other?" he asked, coming to a stop.

"No," they said at the same time.

"I was just leaving," Jake said, sketching Mav a two finger salute. "See you tomorrow, Pops. Bradshaw."

With that, he turned and left before Bradley fucking Bradshaw, since apparently that was gonna be his real name since he knew Mav, could make another offer about his clothes. Jake liked his clothes.

[resident-wof-expert]

Carnelian:You get the fake id or what?

Kinkajou:got it right here man, it’s flawless!

Moonwatcher:alright that’s good, hard to trace I guess…wait…you changed your name to…McLovin???

Kinkajou, thinking she’s a genius:Yeah😎

Moon:McLovin?!? What kind of stupid name is that Kinkajou are you trying to be a skywing R&B singer???

Kinkajou:nono, they let you pick whatever name ya want down there!

Carnelian:AND YOU LANDED ON MCLOVIN???

Kinkajou:well it was between that or Caribou

Carnelian:WHY THE FUCK WAS IT BETWEEN THAT AND CARIBOU

Kinkajou:CARIBOUS THE MOST COMMON NAME IN PYRRHIA READ A FUCKING BOOK FOR ONCE

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[pumpkinsy0]

tell me why im watching the 2004 spongebob movie and the scene where patrick and spongebob sing 'now that we're men' has me thinking "this is so Curly and Ponyboy coded as they go on their little adventures in Tulsa."

back of my goats theyre MEN (they would put googly eyes on their fake id and immediately get kicked out from even coming within 1/2 steps close of where ever they r trying to sneak in)(its like that one ‘mclovin’ id scene from that movie superbad)

[d-adpool]

sssSshhhHHhhhhhh...

*hands you this*

dont tell anyone I got you this, k

i recall this particular id not working out super well for mclovin. also you didn’t even send it on anon. everyone knows who you are, godisgay669

[tiredjust1]

Is Roxie more of an "I will make sure you are home before midnight, these streets are mean" older sister friend, or more of an "how do you NOT have a fake ID, when I was seventeen I had four of them, here, now you're McLovin" older sister friend?

OOOOOOO I LOVE THIS QUESTION!!!!! I like to think that she’s in fact both. Beginning of the night, shes the latter. After drinking, shes the former.

Certified answer by your local roxie kinnie /hj

[flowernets]

kenbuttman superbad au

CARTMAN: what are we supposed to tell the girls? that we couldn't do the one thing that we promised because we're dickless incompetents? now we're never gonna bone because of that used tampon butters! how did he get into dartmouth? i don't get it he's got shit for brains! alright, how else can we get alcohol? 

BUTTERS: yo guys! sup? 

KENNY: butters where have you been man? 

CARTMAN: you almost gave me a goddamn heart attack! let me see it, you pussy out or what? 

BUTTERS: no, no man i got it. it's flawless, check it! 

KENNY: alright that's, that's good it's.. hard to trace i guess? wait, you changed your name to... "mclovin"? MCLOVIN? what kind of a stupid name is that butters? what are you trying to be an irish r&b singer? 

BUTTERS: they-they let you pick any name you want when you get down there 

CARTMAN: and you landed on mclovin? 

BUTTERS: yeah it was between that or muhammad 

CARTMAN: why the FUCK would it be between that or muhammad?! why didn't you just pick a common name like a normal person?! 

BUTTERS: muhammad is the most commonly used name on earth, read a fucking book for once! 

KENNY: butters have you ever actually met anyone named muhammad? 

BUTTERS: have YOU actually ever met anyone named mclovin? 

CARTMAN: no! that's why you picked a dumb fucking name 

BUTTERS: fuck you.. 

CARTMAN: gimme that, alright. you look like a future pedophile in this picture number one, number two.. it doesn't even have a first name it just says mclovin! 

KENNY: one name? one name? wh-who are you, seal? 

CARTMAN: butters? this ID says you're 25 years old. why wouldn't you just put 21, man? 

BUTTERS: eric eric eric.. listen up ass-face, every day, hundreds of kids go into the liquor store with their fake IDs, and every single one says they're 21. how many 21 year olds do you think there are in this town? it's called fucking strategy, alright? 

KENNY: stay calm okay, let's not lose our heads. it's-it's-it's a fine ID, it'll-it's gonna work. it's passable, okay? this isn't terrible! i mean it's up to you butters. this guy's either gonna think, "here's another kid with a fake ID" or, "here's mclovin, the 25 year old hawaiian organ donor". 'kay? so what's it gonna be? 

BUTTERS: ........i  am mclovin