I’m new to this fandom and was hoping you could provide some insight. How come people seem to really dislike Rob ? What are your thoughts on him?
We need a welcome packet to the Fandom at this point, honestly.
I'm not gonna go through the exhaustive list of things you could call Rob McElhenney out for, but I will give you some insight on the fandom relationship with Rob.
Rob was always the more "humble" of RCG, having actually come from Philly, growing up in the lower class, no college education, basically completely scraping by to become an actor and create Sunny.. well, you know that story. Up until very recently, Rob has always seemed to hold to his values in the core idea of Sunny, that creatives should have control of their work, that the best stuff comes from the people who have the ideas and create it.
Since meeting and going into business with Ryan Reynolds, he's kind of done a complete 180 in that regard. Buying into NFTs and Crypto, believing A.I. has a place in writing for television and we should be using it.. (you can look into his company Adim for more on that) and straight-up admitting he wants to be in the "Ownership business," and is moving away from the creative side of his endeavors. Every other thing out of Rob's mouth nowadays is to build this new image of "Ryan Reynolds magnitude": that he's a businessman, that he should be seen as Hollywood elite, that he wants to be worth billions...as opposed to, you know, a guy that has cool ideas and makes really cool things...
So the Fandom watched Rob go from a humble, "doing it for the love of it" guy to "owning as much as possible and exploiting new technology to get there" business man, and that's rough, and gross, and sucks (and backseats Sunny.. a lot). On top of that there's the history Rob has, especially with Sunny, satirising/commentating on certain subjects poorly and doubling down on having done it, and him having the political views of what I'd call an "Obama Democrat," (take a walk through his older Instagram posts and off-handed remarks on TASP)... It's enough to kind of pick your poison or pile on and actively dislike/hate Rob as a person.
My personal thoughts are.. complicated. I don't "stan" Rob (or any real person for that matter), I love the show, and I will continue to see and value what Rob has to say about it because it's his show. He's the creator of my favourite thing in the entire world, and he still does put a lot into that thing, and you can't shake that Sunny is not Sunny in any way shape or form without him. On top of that, I have met him and I can't understate how genuine he was to meet and talk to, and how kind he was to me holds a lot of weight in my opinion of him (unfortunately? lol?). So I can't say I dislike him, but I can say I continue to be disappointed by his recent endeavours, and I hope he snaps out of it (though I don't think he will).
I don't blame people who dislike him or even hate him, I don't think there's any expectation for a fan of Sunny to like RCG (whether they never talk about them or openly talk shit about them), and I don't think there's a reason for fans to argue over liking/disliking them as people. They're all white, cishet (presenting) middle-aged guys in Hollywood who live in million dollar houses, there's no brownie points for defending them and there's no morality awards being handed out for calling them out. Feel how you want, Sunny's the focus here
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going insane. thinking of wyll and reader raising little lily together... it only takes him one glance at you playing with your daughter, the sound of your melodious laughter and the tiny ones happy little giggles makes his heart leap with joy.
he wonders what he's done to deserve this. such happiness in the form of a loving spouse and a beautiful daughter.
he wonders about giving lily a little sibling too... later that night, when she's tucked in for sleep and you're laying in bed with your husband, he presses a kiss to the palm of your hand, trailing tender pecks of affection down your arm, up your shoulder and neck, smiling against your skin as you hum happily, comfortably at his affection.
when you ask what's gotten him like this he smiles, looks at you with a love so deep its difficult to hide - not that he wants to of course... he voices his thoughts, how he wants to father another child with you at his side, how he wishes to have some semblance of a normal life with you after everything you've been through, with two (or more, should you want to) wonderful children besides you.
you're silent for a bit and he's quick to reassure you its entirely up to you, he's already happy as it is, he doesn't want you to feel pressured...
he quiets down when you kiss him, hands cupping his face and he can taste saltiness on your lips. tears fall down your face but not of sadness or anything of the sort... it's happy tears, as you smile and whisper that you want this as well, you'd love to carry his child into this world one day...
you don't think you've ever seen wyll be this happy as when he kisses you back, one hand caressing the front of your stomach, where your future child will eventually be, like he's already anticipating it, desiring this as much as he did that first night you kissed under the stars.
im going to walk directly into the ocean
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Okay so I have an idea for a story I wanna write, but I dunno if anybody would be interested in it/I’m still floundering for ideas that I can add to it
Reader moves to Hawkins in 2019. They’re in their 20s and just starting to live independently from their parents. They have no ties to Hawkins, and just moved there because it’s a small town and rent is cheap. Plus, they were able to get a decent spot in the Trailer Park, so it just felt stupid not to accept it.
So they move in, and meet their neighbors, but one stands out. Eddie Munson, who looks to be in his late 20s, early thirties. He’s handsome, and definitely seems to be stuck in the 80s even though that’s been decades ago. But here’s the thing with Eddie. When he sees Reader for the first time, it’s like he’s frozen. His eyes are wide, and he looks like he’s seen a ghost. It’s unnerving, and that feeling doesn’t go away when they hear rumors circulating around him. How he was involved with some kind of cult, or how he was brought in during some kind of murder case. How he leaves his trailer at night, only to stumble home in the early hours of the morning, wet and angry as if he’s fallen in the lake. It’s all just a little bit disturbing and they decide that they were steering clear of him.
But Eddie, for whatever reason, doesn’t stay away from them. Sure, he keeps his distance at first. Just a friendly hello, maybe a quick, awkward convo on their front steps, but he can tell they’re weary of him.
It’s when your their car breaks down, that they start talking more. Eddie’s quick to help, albeit making a note to keep space between them. Reader is confused, but thankful. After all, he may be charming but then again isn’t that just a tactic to lure people? Whatever Hot and Cold game he’s playing, it doesn’t matter. As long as their car is fixed. As long as they can just resist getting caught up in his pretty brown eyes, or the smooth, smokey tone in his voice when he speaks, or how steady his hands are when he tinkers with the engine.
It wasn’t just that, though. Eddie just seemed to know them in a way that no one else did. It was like the two of them just clicked, and it’s terrifying. It’s scary how comfortable they feel around him, and how well he seems to know how to get them that way. Still, it also makes them revaluate some things, especially as he starts coming over for dinner. A thanks for helping them with their car, even if Eddie barely eats a thing, instead pulling them into conversation after conversation.
It’s easy talking with him, and that just makes them think harder.
What happened in 1986? Why was he involved in a triple homicide, and yet was let go? The killer was never found, and the first victim was in his trailer for gods sake. Why did he have such weird night habits?
Why did he seem to know them so well? So intimately?
What the fuck was up with Eddie Munson?
Things take another dive when it isn’t just Eddie anymore, who looks like they’ve seen a ghost. Steve Harrington nearly drops the vase he was buying when he came up in their line at the local Thrift store. His eyes shoot wide, and they’re stunned when he says their name in a more then familiar way. They’ve only been there a month, and hadn’t spoken a single word to the man.
Then it’s Nancy Wheeler appearing on their doorstep. A sweet but determined smile on her face as she all but grills them over who they were, where they came from, and what they were doing here. It’s a shaky interaction, and it leaves them even more startled then before.
Steve brings a friend the next time their working. She’s a little less scared, but no less awed as she introduces herself as Robin. They get the impression they’re supposed to react to that information as anything beyond polite, retail bound interest, but they don’t. Simply sending the two along with their sodas.
Nancy comes again, this time with her husband Johnathan. Johnathan is nicer, putting them a little more at ease despite Nancy’s prying. They take their picture, and mention coming round again, even if the idea makes their stomach curl.
The final straw is when an entire legion of people who seem to know them show up one day. Steve, Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, and then some other people who you haven’t talked to much. They’re younger then Steve and the gang, but just as curious. It gets to the point where they take their lunch early, and end up going home early too. The bizarre events just too much to handle.
So Reader digs. They dig, and dig, until they find Hawkins lab. They dig until they sneak inside, and traverse the busted up hallways in search of answers. They dig until it’s too late, and a portal opens up to swallow them whole. They only get a glimpse of what is best described as Hell before landing back in the lab. Still busted and broken as before, and yet it’s different too. Less decayed, with things still intact.
It’s only when they stumble out of the woods, and pass by a newspaper stand, that they realize what happened. The current date hitting them like a punch in the gut.
Hawkins, 1986.
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