#RPF mention

[just-antithings]

no official filtering system, you say?

[shovson]

I couldn't have fathomed I would ever be without your love

[x/x/x/x/x/x/x/x/x/x/x/x]

[braxiatel]

Every time I see any kind of shipping discourse I just remember that one person who said something to the effect of “mcyt creators are too busy worrying that a fan will dox them or stalk them to care about the fans who ship their characters (or them) with their friends’ characters (or their friends)” and it never fails to make the shipping discourse look absolutely ridiculous. Of course they don’t care. They’re real life human beings with real life worries, they don’t just exist on the internet in streams and videos

[thatthingilovewith]

“Sejanus and his father have nothing in common”. Wrong they both write rpf about themselves and a member of the snow family

Strabo also writes rpf about himself and president ravinstill, but that’s only partial fiction. The part where Max loves him not the sex, that actually happens.

[proselfshipsafespace]

I am the furthest you could be from an Anti. But this might get me yelled at.

The only thing I’m against is RPF. I can’t wrap my head around how it’s a thing. I don’t get how it’s okay to write some of the heaviest/darkest shit about actual people that can simply google their name and see what’s being written about them.

Don’t get me wrong, I read the 1D fics as a teenager, but never anything above fluff.

I will never say “don’t do that” or say anything directly cuz it’s none of my business but after 15 years in fandom I still don’t understand it.

heres what i got:

you can dislike rpf, everyone has their prefrences but dont go out and tell people "you cant do that!!!" because thats just trying to enforce censorship. i do NOT like minor rpf in the SLIGHTEST bit, absolutely not my thing but i dont go out and tell people "you cant write that ur horrible!!" i just block it out bc id rather not see it.

the reason why *i* atleast like rpf, though is because i just have a huge weird gayass crush on one celebrity and i like to think i have a chance with him /j (okay but actually, i just like blorbo-fying him and putting him in weird situations. think of how people treat fictional blorbos)

do i like rpf? yes

have i written rpf? yes

do i have a bias towards rpf? yeah probably

whats my point? idk man i need to kiss that celebrity

[whoregaylorenzo]

for anyone who's ever asked about pedrenzo

[coffee-at-annies]

Everyone who says Jarry is plotting Ned’s murder is missing the love story going on right in front of our noses.

[trafficblr-confessions]

i used to be against rpf until i discovered treebark. there's no heterosexual explanation for what those guys have going on

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[naturewivesmybeloved]

Finall decided to make a pinned post!

Hi! Im Amaze! This is my all things mcyt related side blog! Basic dni apply ofc.

They/it pronouns

Im a HUGE hermitshipper specifically yuri.

My current favourite ship is Gempearl.

Although im a multi shipper so I also fuck with pearleo, poly hermitgals, poly trafficgals, basically any yuri.

Also important note! I fuck with rpf. I don’t post about it too often but if that makes you uncomfortable feel free to unfollow/block me.

I take requests for gen and yuri fics (must include at least one Gal/femme presenting person as a main character) and I love getting ask even if your just rambling!

Go check out my main @fandomfanaticfun

[just-antithings]

Was reading fics in the RPF category on ao3 and saw 'rpf likers DNI' in the tags. Why are you posting in the rpf tags if you don't like it???

logic machine broke

[liesmyth]

I told my dad (f1 fan) about f1 rpf and he thought about it for one second before saying "well duh they're famous" before inquiring if this involved the pilots only

tell your dad it also involves the team principals. please report back

[shovson]

[infintyonhigh]

i dont talk about this often lest people think im a tinhatter. or even that i care about peterick other than when its funny to do so. but tee bee aitch pete and patrick are extremely trobed coded

[bsaka7]

return to pierresteban

“I beat you,” Pierre says and the words fall hard from his mouth, like pebbles dropping into the smooth surface of a pond. The ripples go out in a circle, each their own tiny wave of energy, of life. They lap against the shore, uneven. The grass waves, gentle. He’s fighting, against Esteban, against time, against nothing. He’s not trying to be mean about it, maybe, or maybe he is. He did. He shouldn’t have. He did.

“And how many DNFs did you have?” Esteban doesn’t ask it as a question, not really. It isn’t a question. He knows the answer. It was one. He says it in that kind of flippant way where it’s true, too true not to feel like a knife, but not important enough to twist it. He knows how it went, for him, for Esteban. They can blame the car. They can blame each other.

Pierre doesn’t bother to answer. Esteban doesn’t bother to look at him. The lung virus, the mechanical issues, the crash with Pierre, with the wall, in the first lap, whatever. The season is over. It doesn’t matter anymore. Esteban is four points behind Pierre in the standings, the only four points that matter in the history books. Esteban will remember every race. He will remember the way his stomach heaved and his vision blurred. He will remember Pierre, stupid and shiny, the flick of his tongue. He already remembers Pierre, tiny and bright and angry. He didn’t miss him. He doesn’t.

“Right,” Esteban says, quiet. He’s not being mean. There’s no point to it right now, though the urge wells up inside of him, sharp at the thought. He can feel Pierre’s gaze on his cheek, his neck, slipping away, the heat of it. It was a good season, wasn’t it. The car wasn’t great, but they scored points. They both got podiums. Esteban got sick, Esteban got tired. He broke up with his girlfriend or his girlfriend broke up with him. He and Pierre aren’t friends. They couldn’t be.

“Right.” Esteban’s eyes snap to him like magnets. Pierre looks skinny, wrung out, scruffy. Handsome, maybe, if that were a word Esteban could use. Ready for the offseason. Esteban is ready to see his family, for Mick to come visit, to sink into the couch and watch stupid movies and not think about how the end is nearer than the start. There’s no end to Pierre. Esteban only half-remembers the start.

A banging noise in the distance breaks the silence. “See you after the break,” Pierre says. It shouldn’t be an offering. It should taste like ash in Esteban’s mouth, like pondwater, like scum. Esteban imagines he can hear the hum of the lights.

“See you,” he says, instead of opening his mouth wide and saying something he shouldn’t, tight and frustrated and tired. Pierre turns away. Pierre’s right. He won. Esteban thinks they’re getting too old for this. His knees have started hurting when he climbs out of the car, not stopping for hours. He’s getting too old, if all he’s going to do is lose, make excuses. Pierre quirks an eyebrow. Esteban shakes his head. One more year, he thinks. One more year.

[proselfshipsafespace]

hey saw you were doing ratings and you did an RPF self-ship one.

if it's not to late could you rate Patrick Stump from fall out boy? he's my boo 🥰

HOLY MOLY YESSSSSS

I LOVE FALL OUT BOY (pete wentz my beloved)

9.7/10

[whoregaylorenzo]

can someone recommend a long fic (at least like 20k words) that I can dive into I don't even mind not knowing the fandom I just...need sth