#stop rpf

[ghastlyfilters]

BROO im so glad more people r talking about the oversexualization of David cuz that ain’t it, like if ur into Art ok fine he’s fictional who cares like I’m the first one to gush over him but they for real forget David is a real person, it’s SOOO weird, it happens everytime with ANYTHING like how hard is it to just be into the character the person plays omg

EXACTLY.

like man when it comes down to people thirsting for art, i could care less because yeah i get it but he ain’t real. there’s nothing for art to get offended by. however people need to separate art the clown from dht.

david is the sweetest soul and publicly writing him into situations for your own sexual fantasies and your own benefit? its fucking wrong. i have always HATED sexual rpf and got so much heat for it, but at the end of the day, you’re just straight up violating someone.

“aw but look how much effort they put in-” go get a fucking job instead of writing a REAL person into the most deranged and horrific explicit content.

and the sad thing is, these people still think they’re being respectful fans. but i’m pretty sure violating a real person’s privacy, writing or not, is the furthest thing from respectful.

i don’t think you want david’s first impression of you to be him witnessing you making fanfiction about fucking him because you were “in the mood”

“but he’ll never see..” how exactly do you know?? david engages with his fans a lot on social media and loves to laugh and enjoy certain content. it wouldn’t be the biggest surprise if he accidentally stumbled upon any of the fics written by grown ass adults who know better.

having a celebrity crush is totally cool, but y’all please keep in mind these are real people and half of them do not need nor want to know about your sexual desires when it comes down to admiring them. write all the fics you want about art the clown, but don’t keep talking about david with no respect like this. it’s fucking creepy.

ik there’s so many people saying “he’s a grown man” yeah.. but david himself has said he’ll defend people when the respect they deserve isn’t given to them.. so there’s no shame in doing the same for him.

[girldraki]

[formulanni]

Some things have to change.

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls

[vegaseatsass]

Sorry sorry I'm supposed to be doing something else but I'm still spiralling over

Tay Tawan: Gun kissing me made me lose my videogame and now youre complaining at me on the internet? Was I put on this earth to suffer? Anyway it's not possible to be friends with Gun and NOT kiss him. Get real

[28ms28]

Has this been done yet??

[seasidefae]

current thoughts are on driver carlos and his non-driver boyfriend oscar who we don’t see much of in the paddock because 1) he hates the publicity (“he’s like piñon,” says carlos), 2) he’s an architect and always busy, and 3) he’s too cute carlos is afraid people won’t get enough of him (“also like piñon,” carlos adds)

[formulaocean]

It’s actually insane that the rivals to friends or enemies to lovers trope can be summed up perfectly by Charles Leclerc talking about Max Verstappen.

“Memories that are less good but became really good with time”.

That’s it. That’s the trope.

[gracescoolbeans]

ALSO! i can't believe this moment is real-

the fact that the joke started with an “i like my men…” type of joke but angela went with “partners”, amanda’s instant “no-”, the fucking stare into the camera after “a frappuccino”, the fact that amanda felt the need to swoop in with the “i like men!”, and the way everyone acknowledged the joke/comment EXCEPT angela like what????? this feels like a fever dream. MY fever dream

[wisteriagoesvroom]

"i am not seeing the landoscar vision this year–" bro imma stop you there. was rome built in a day. are we or are we not collectively insane enough to ship whatever we want. other fandom ships have literally been pieced together with twigs. powered by fumes. launched via the tiniest scraps of barest interaction in canon. you do not need more acorns to last the cold season, we in fact have a store of them right under the trapdoor here and the party is still going. you must believe in the power of your imagination, of your delusion, if you are to last this winter season of (dis)content. you must light your candles and believe. we defy the odds that are stacked against us (FIA said no more mclaren unboxed). for one day the sun will shine again (mclaren double podium). and we will stand in the blinding light (tumblr dashboard) knowing that we were the few devoted (insane) enough to hold up the banner and cry "ONE NATION UNDER PAPAYA TWINK RPF!"

[thatsmistertoyou]

not to be that guy about it but people have always used dan and phil as like a Prime Example of RPF Ruining Lives as if they haven’t said it’s fine for over a decade, participated in it, and said that the queerness of the community made them feel more comfortable coming out. it was never about being invasive or fetishy it was about self recognition through the other and having fun and being cringe for sport and winning the gold fucking medal

[earl-grey-teacake]

Love the new headcanons for the Baby!Loscar au!! Though the second Logan and Oscar start walking they are going to need leashes or they're going to runaway to find their best friend and get lost in the paddock

Thank you!!!

They will absolutely be leash kids. Kids are curious by nature and they want to explore the world around them with no understanding of consequences. Sure, some may frown upon it saying children aren’t dogs but they are people who have never had a child run into the direction of an oncoming vehicle.

Logan and Oscar are adventurous and bold, which is great for karting. It is not great for their parents’ blood pressure. There is a limit of how many times Oscar or Logan can book it out of hospitality before someone puts their foot down. Learning how to walk is one thing but walking and being able to open the doors of their rooms and playpens is another.

At the first the parents frowned upon it with Carlos and George saying their children were not dogs. That sentiment quickly changed when Logan booked it across the parking lot and almost gets hit by Toto’s Mercedes. Now since it was a parking lot, the car speed tends to be slower but that did not help anyone’s blood pressure that day.

So Logan and Oscar get little leash backpacks, bear and koala respectively. Logan tries to fight it like all toddlers do, kicking, yelling, rolling on the ground but his parent’s will not budge. He does give up, and relents to bring on a leash. No matter how cutely Logan begs and clings, neither James nor Toto or Jenson will free him from it.

Oscar does not kick or scream but he will lie on the floor in protest until his parent pick him up and carry him. He also gives in once he realizes no one will take pity on him. He has tried to run to Williams a couple times but was stopped by McLaren staff and Andrea Stella who carried him back like a sack of potatoes.

The other drivers vary on levels of amusement. Alonso and Max find it hilarious, especially when the kids try to book it while attached to the leash. Lewis feels bad for the kids but he was there when Logan almost got hit by Toto’s car so he doesn’t feel that bad. Charles almost frees them a couple times because they plead with him to but is quickly stopped by others.

Thank you for the ask!!! I know it took me a while to answer 😅

[vaperarmand]

the idea that assad basically wants to be jo and eric’s consensual younger man pet in the rpfverse has me shaking like im in armand’s blenders because of COURSE the couple who had a book cover with her standing on his chest in fetish heels would go for something like that. crazy thank you for that

EXACTLYYY EXACTLYYY YOU SEE THE VISION …..

[sequinsandfins]

Some more Carlos/Oscar - could possibly be part of this universe. 465 words. rated e.

Oscar thinks he’s going insane. 

Carlos keeps touching him in public.

Oscar wishes he could say that they are just innocent platonic touches, but his cock begs to differ.

“Oscar…” Carlos is leaning forward, to say something into his ear. They are standing on the fucking drivers parade truck, there are a million cameras and people's eyes on them. 

Oscar tries to appear unaffected, even as the truck jolts to a stop and Carlos’ hand reaches out to Oscar’s body to steady him. It makes him feel reckless.

Carlos’ hand sears through his clothes like it's branding him. Carlos laughs at something Lando says, and slings his arm over Oscar’s shoulder, heavy and familiar, and Oscar recalls the weight of Carlos’ body on top of his.

Carlos’ thumb is unconsciously stroking the side of Oscar’s neck, every movement setting his nerves alight, sending signals of desire throughout his body. He needs more.

Carlos removes his arm from around Oscar once they return to the pit lane. Oscar mourns the loss even as he’s relieved he no longer has to focus all his energy on appearing sane. 

He trails behind Lando and Carlos who are still chatting away animatedly. Carlos walking Lando (and Oscar) back to Lando’s driver room. 

Oscar hovers by the door to his room as Carlos gives Lando a quick slap on the back, a bro hug, and then waits until Lando disappears into his room.

Oscar turns and enters his room, Carlos stepping inside after him and shutting the door.

Carlos quickly crowds himself up against Oscar’s back, his body heat causing a pool of desire to form in Oscar’s body and he feels Carlos bury his face into his neck. Hands drag Oscar back against Carlos, he can feel him, hard and eager. Oscar can’t breathe, he’s heady with lust, with the need for Carlos to touch him.

“Fuck, Carlos did you really have to-” Oscar gasps but is silenced by Carlos spinning him around and whispering.

“Chitón mí amor, you will have to quiet sí? We don’t want Lando hearing you moan, that’s only for my ears.” Carlos says and Oscar rocks his body up against Carlos’ in response, urging him to make a move.

He tries to be quiet. He really does. He whines loudly as Carlos swallows his sounds, gripping the both of them, stroking them to completion. They have to be quick. It is risky, so close to lights out, but Carlos is too tempting and Oscar will always give in.

But judging from the suspicious looks Lando throws his way as they are standing waiting in the garage, he thinks he failed. 

Oscar can’t worry about that now. He’s got a race to win and then a stupid sexy Spaniard to torture later in the club.

[blorbocedes]

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Lewis & Jenson both shooting their shot with Nico and failing miserably, endgame slagclaren

"He double booked us, didn't he?" Jenson susses out, seeing Lewis in the romantic candlelit high-end resturant dinner table he was supposed to have with Nico. Well, now he looks proper silly showing up with a bouquet of roses.

Lewis isn't better off; dressed up in a black suit and clean shaven face, buzzed hair. A not so inconspicuous jewellery box wrapped in satin bow sits on the table. At least they're both cliche. Clearly, Nico has a type.

"That fucking—" Lewis shakes his head. "You too?"

Jenson shrugs in half sympathy. He pulls the chair to sit. Maybe there's a misunderstanding. Maybe Nico will show up and choose one of them, like out of The Bachelor. In which case, Jenson was simply forward thinking by bringing roses.

Lewis tries calling Nico, but Jenson knows it'll go straight to voicemail. He takes out one of the breadsticks from the complimentary basket and burns the edge on the candle's flame, watching it darken, before taking a bite. He may look like one, but he's no gentleman.

"Nico and his games." The elusive blonde that taunts them both and loves his mindgames. And to think, Jenson used to respect the bro-code once upon a time.

Lewis hangs up, frustrated. He looks across the table at Jenson's expectant eyebrow. "Look, man. I get it, Nico's playing you and we're going through our shit but at the end of the day it's gonna be him and me. It's always been."

Jenson leans forward. The candlelight warmth casts the romantic cast on Lewis' features, and his neck tattoo peeks out from under the shirt collar. He's always been a good-looking lad. Jenson can admit that. "Remind me, whose lap is he crying on when you two break up again? And trust me, mate, that's not all he's doing there." Jenson smiles wolfishly.

Lewis scowls, scrunching his face. He opens his mouth, as if to propose to take it out in the back lot and fuck, wouldn't Jenson love that? There's nothing quite like the high of getting your nose punched in. Nico would probably love it, both of them literally fighting over him.

At that moment, the server interrupts them holding a bottle. "A vintage red for you gentlemen, courtesy of Mr. Rosberg."

Of course.

Both of them straighten up, schoolboys on their best behavior as she pours their glasses. Jenson scans the tables looking for golden hair, and meets Lewis' eyes doing the same. Without meaning to, they both end up laughing, caught.

Lewis takes a sip. "Fuck, man." He shakes his head. "He drives me crazy."

"Tell me about it." Jenson swirls his glass, letting it aerate. Lewis' lips are a deeper shade of pink because of the wine, and his tongue darts out across that bottom lip. Jenson thinks they both probably taste the same right now. The wine of Nico's choice. The thought goes to his groin.

"What if we don't give him what he wants?" Jenson proposes.

"What do you mean?"

Jenson gives a very obvious once over at Lewis, slowly trailing his eyes down over the exposed second shirt button and flash of chest. "We've had some good times together. We've shared a bird between us before." And if their swords crossed, they didn't talk about it after. Jenson doesn't take it up the ass, but head is head.

"There's no girl now." Lewis cocks his head, suspicious. One can imagine what being with Nico can do to a man. Suddenly, Jenson feels a lot more amenable to ending this night in a way that is mutually beneficial, over both of them getting put out.

"No. There isn't." Jenson takes out the hotel key card and places it in between them, letting Lewis decide for himself. He's a big boy.

Lewis finishes his glass, and pours himself another. And then he pockets the card.

Ending the night on his knees with Lewis' length in his mouth, and hands in his hair surprisingly gentle, Jenson has to wonder if this was the outcome Nico had planned all along.

[09ausgp]

smooch!

[shesmore-shoebill]

new amangela fic!

"Two cheez-it packets and an apple is not dinner. You don't have any leftovers or anything in your house?"

Angela groans, leaning forward and balancing her forehead on the edge of her laptop screen. "I don't even have groceries right now, because I didn't have time to do a grocery run on Tuesday. I think the last time I looked in the fridge it was literally just condiments and a jar of martini olives." She pauses, and then, continuing to not look at Amanda, adds. "...And half a lemon."

"Half- why is it only half a lemon. What happened to- okay, you know what, not the important thing here. Babe, what the hell."

AKA: I said i was going to write a fic about the half lemon in Angela's fridge and i meant it.

It started from "i want this specific scene as a result of Angela kind of Going Thru It" and quickly turned into "how many acts of love and service can i feasibly cram into the before and after of this". Its VERY fluffy, consider it an exploration of "what can you do when your friend is overworking themselves to the point of being stretched very thin + a healthy dose of Amangela banter and love".

Its written in a way that I think is arguably platonic, but I mean, you all can decide that. enjoy!

also, a huge thank you to the other amangela fic/content writers on here- for directly or indirectly discussing, providing encouragement, motivation, etc, and also making their own stuff! Cool stuff makes more cool stuff.