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ghastlyfilters · 4 months ago
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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.
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girldraki · 10 months ago
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lenin-it-to-win-it · 4 months ago
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girl if my fucking BOSS, my CAPTAIN, was talking about me like this i would mutiny so hard
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formulanni · 8 months ago
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Some things have to change.
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Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls
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antimonyandthyme · 3 months ago
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what about love spell/curse/potion for carcar?
“It’s not that bad,” Oscar said.
“It’s obvious,” Lando said. “Even to me. Even to someone not looking for it. They’ll stop you from racing.”
Oscar’s cheeks were flushed, and it extended down his neck, down, down, down further where the fireproofs hid the rest of the evidence. And it wasn’t the good kind of flush either, like the after race glow or the lively splash of sun kissed. The stain was uncomfortably pinpricked and splotchy, and Oscar looked like he was being eaten alive by fire ants, with the way he kept clawing at his skin and adding red on red.
“It’s an easy solution,” Lando said, because yeah, they were teammates who needed to tear each other apart most times, but Oscar was. A good one. A friend, even. Plus, they needed the points. “I’ll get Carlos here.”
“No,” Oscar snapped, so vehemently that Lando considered throwing his hands up and leaving Oscar to his own martyrdom. But again—points. “Don’t. Don’t you dare.”
“Mate,” Lando rolled his eyes. “I thought you’ve gotten over your dislike of that guy.”
He felt a twinge of furtiveness when he said it, that guy. Had to look around the room to ascertain that Carlos hadn’t heard it. As if Carlos could ever be reduced to some background person in their periphery. But he was trying to be helpful, while Oscar seemed content to endure torture for the sake of being stubborn. Come on, Oscar. He’s just some guy. He’s just some guy, right? Fuck him and get it out of your system.
“I don’t,” Oscar said, then locked his teeth together shut so tightly Lando heard the click. His jaw shifted askew from the top half of his face, then back so carefully all Lando could think of were moving mouths on wooden marionettes.
It was a familiar habit, but not on Oscar. It took Lando awhile to place it.
“Don’t what,” Lando asked, already knowing the answer and catastrophically afraid of it.
“Landito,” Carlos announced, flinging open the door to the motorhome. “What’s the emergency, hm?”
What escaped from Oscar’s mouth could only be described as a whimper. Aw, fuck. Lando had. Yeah. He’d already texted Carlos. The second after Oscar had said No.
Lando glanced over guiltily. Oscar’s legs were making a gigantic effort to push himself backward into the couch, as far from Carlos as he could be, but the rest of his body was focused solely on being honest. His cheeks, pinker than what Lando had thought possible. The sweat beading on his forehead, sliding in an unmistakable path down his nose. The obvious stretch of the fabric at his crotch, which he was trying fruitlessly to hide with his hands. He’d be glaring at Lando, if he could, for doing this. But everything else in the room was now wiped clean of existence now that Carlos was here. Oscar stared, like Carlos was all there was and could be.
“Ah.” Carlos's eyes darted between Lando and Oscar. “Is this?” Carlos cleared his throat. “What is this,” he said quietly, sounding a little kicked, like he’d been left out of a briefing.
“Love spell,” Oscar blurted out, the same time Lando’s tongue formed around the word curse. “Some fan. Threw it at me.”
“Are you in love with her now?” Carlos said sharply.
“No!”
Lando cringed. It was likely he was feeling embarrassed for Oscar, if the phantom itch under his skin was anything to go by. Oscar looked as if Carlos had just slapped him, something so horribly open Lando didn’t even realize it was available in Oscar’s vocabulary.
“You really are a muppet,” Lando said. He couldn’t decipher if he was being cruel or kind, and he wasn’t going to think any further on it. “He’s in love with you, duh. Can’t you see?”
Oscar found the willpower to glare at Lando then, but when Carlos sucked in a small, shocked breath, Oscar’s eyes were back on him. Caressing, imploring.
“It’s just the curse,” Lando continued on blithely. So, he’d decided on cruel. “The fan must have messed it up, redirected it. That’s what’s making you feel this way, right Oscar?”
It wasn’t fair watching the myriad of shifts and breaks that rose to the surface of Oscar’s expression, but Lando was nothing if not committed.
“Right?” he said again, encouraging, all teeth.
“Right,” Oscar said, like it had to be peeled from his throat, then presented bloodied and raw. “Just. The love spell.”
Two years of being teammates, and Lando thought—hoped, that Carlos had lost the power to surprise him.
“Okay,” Carlos said. No disgust or revulsion. Just gentleness. He was everything his father said he was, and it didn’t do anyone any good. “So you need my help, no?”
Oscar couldn’t keep the starving noise clamped behind his lips. He was shaking now, at Carlos’s proximity, at the promise of something he didn’t even know he wanted to have until this instant. His entire body curled toward Carlos like a vine straining for the light.  
"I need," was all Oscar managed, and something in Lando ached terribly. For what, for what.
Carlos made his way closer, crouched down by Oscar’s feet like he was the one asking, begging, for it.
“Easy,” he said, hand cupped around Oscar’s burning cheek, and Oscar folded like a man with no cards left, nothing left, and said please, please, please Carlos, please.
“Ah, Lando,” Carlos said. As if he’d just remembered Lando was there. Lando himself had almost forgotten, so far removed from the scene unfolding before him he was. “Some privacy?”
Fucking love spells. He closed the door behind him, a little too hard, a little too late to stop the soft sound of skin meeting skin from reaching his ears.
(put that guy in a situation prompts)
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allpiesforourown · 3 months ago
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I get liu qingge and every other bastard in the cultivation world because I too would can't believe binghe managed to put a ring on sqq when it shOULD HAVE BEEN MEEEE
FRRR i bet the bestselling novel list in the svsss world is like
regrets of chunshan
song of bingqiu
widowed peak lord finds love anew
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28ms28 · 4 months ago
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Has this been done yet??
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sainztificc · 2 months ago
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Imagine: Carlitos and Oscar watching the tennis match together (for the sake of the plot we'll believe that it's sinner vs alcaraz)
oh u need a fic rec??? Coming right up: here u go!
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seasidefae · 7 months ago
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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)
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finn95o · 2 months ago
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Someone ordered some domestic lialex?
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gracescoolbeans · 8 months ago
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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
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wisteriagoesvroom · 9 months ago
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"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!"
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thatsmistertoyou · 11 months ago
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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
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hyohaehyuk · 2 months ago
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gruntsandpoetry and pixielayer: Sam: "(trying to give the most PR-ish answear as possible about chemistry) "it's a team effort" Rolin: "JACOB AND SAM GO BOWLING TOGETHER" Assad: "And ice cream" Sam: "We eat a lot of ice cream and… we do a lot of sticker play…" Host: “care to elaborate on sticker play?” 🤯 Sam: "make it up" 💀
Source: Den of Geek - Will Claudia Have to Claw Her Way Back into 'Interview with the Vampire'? | SDCC
where are they sticking those stickers?
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2000sscribbles · 4 months ago
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it's already crazy and misogynistic to accuse georgia tennant of being evil over zero evidence whatsoever but also like putting that aside i can't believe u ppl are like "i know who david will REALLY be happy with. that's right. michael sheen" like it's so transparently obvious that you guys r doing that bc you're just really into good omens and don't actually care about david or michael as people and they r just dolls you are mashing together in your minds. imagine if i truthed like that over dt and peter de jersey because the hamratio yaoi rotted my brain too hard
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earl-grey-teacake · 10 months ago
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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 😅
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