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Like, why are we worshipping people who couldn’t care less about our existence? We’re just dollar signs to them. Most of them forget that we’re the reason that they’re where they’re at right now, so why should we give them our attention? It doesn’t matter that the actor/signer/influencer you met was ‘nice’ to you, it could be fake for all you know.

Stranger Things AU of sorts.

What if Henry Creel became a mutated dog thingy?