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girletho · 16 days
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trying to tie down my designs for hermits this is harder than being a marine
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jusst-you-race · 2 months
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some thoughts about f1 volleyball au
setter lando being constantly underestimated because he comes across as unserious, until the moment the whistle blows and he slips into this state of intense concentration… always able to read people whether it’s the other team or his own… making friends with everyone because he’s so good at being what they need (it’s his strength and his weakness)
libero oscar being the steady stable presence to keep the team on track, unflappable and collected and just always always always digging the ball… driving opposing teams insane because they just cannot get the ball to hit the floor… the stability lando needs to try ridiculous sets and plays
oscar being the constant that lando needs to finally just be himself… oscar always having landos back… lando showing off with setters dumps just to make oscar roll his eyes fondly…
their team is sick of them
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shyshitter · 5 months
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after some peer review, here is an updated version.
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pro-sipper · 3 months
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What do proshippers generally believe about shipping real people? Stuff like creator x creator or celebrity x reader?
That it falls under the umbrella of "you should be allowed to write anything you want". Once again, it's not my personal thing. There's no real life pairing I read for, and the whole "blank x reader" is not appealing to me at all.
But I have no problem with people writing that stuff, or knowing it's out there. I saw someone a while back say that it's basically just writing about another character, and I agree with that. No matter how much a creator posts or how open a celebrity seems with their personal life, we're still only seeing a tiny snippet of their lives. We have no clue who they are when the cameras aren't recording because we just don't know them. And whatever someone chooses to write about is mostly stemming from that particular persona that they happen to put on for the world and that's it. It's completely separate from our reality because they're basically just writing about another made up character
The problem I have, and it's what I imagine most proshippers also take issue with, is when people start blurring the lines between fiction and reality. To me, there's a world of difference between posting something on ao3, and speculating on secret relationships in the comments of someone's youtube video. Or between talking about something on tumblr, and tagging the person directly on twitter.
I just don't understand people who condemn rpf and talk about how gross and invasive it is, but think it's funny to tag celebrities on twitter to bring up (what they think is) cringe-worthy fanfic tropes that people have written them into. Or people who print out fanworks to shove into an actor's face at a meet and greet and ask them what they think about it. That's where the lines get crossed, to me.
I think ao3 and tumblr still have an air of mysticism to them. A little secrecy, a little privacy. In the sense that someone in the public eye would have to put in a little work to find this stuff for themselves. They'd have to go to the site and search themselves up to find anything. As opposed to just about anyone in the world being able to force this content in their line of sight with a simple @ on a site like twitter.
So to me the problem isn't that this content exists. The problem is when people don't know how to keep fandom stuff private. Write all the rpf you want but remember at the end of the day these are real people, not your blorbos. You don't know them. It's inappropriate to say these things to them personally (which yes, also includes tagging them on twitter or in the comments of their videos). But it's also inappropriate to run up to them with other people's content just to say "look what these FREAKS wrote about you!!" And I think people either forget or just genuinely don't care about the latter.
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stillfertile · 5 months
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very curious about this!! feel free to explain further in the tags
reblog pls :)
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ancientvamp · 3 months
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scared to post this publicly ngl but i feel safer to ask it within the smoshblr community, rather than smosh twitter or tiktok.
so obviously the smosh cast has made it pretty clear they're cool with fan creations (art, fics, etc) and that of course includes shipping content. but i've noticed something (specifically with shourtney/shartney fans tho it might've happened with damien+jackie or shayne+jackie fans when jackie was still with smosh) where people will make essentially conspiracy videos or posts connecting a bunch of posts and clips from smosh videos, all as "proof" that two cast members are "actually dating in real life". as someone who's been apart of multiple fandoms that heavily revolved around rpf, this is terrifying. it's so dangerous for the creators mental health and it can be dangerous for you as well. convincing yourself something is gospel truth based on nothing/very little can easily damage your psyche.
i don't know if anyone else has observed this/had similar concerns, but it's been bothering me for a multitude of reasons. especially considering that courtney is a queer femme person- it seems like people on see it possible she's in a relationship when she's flirting with guys. anyways. that's all.
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catboygretzky · 5 months
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The bottle of gatorade/water after sex in sports rpf is a liminal space no I won't elaborate
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nateslehky · 1 year
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sometimes i think maybe the way i write cale is a bit of an over characterization or exaggeration except then shit like this comes out and i’m like no actually i characterized him perfectly thank you very much
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shaynetopps · 5 months
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shayne & damien | the archer × not strong enough
i stumbled across this audio and couldn't resist giving it the shaymien treatment! shaymien's an interesting duo, and this mashup really gets to the core of my thoughts on them. there's shayne, the put-together golden boy. except, he's only seen that way because he works at maintaining that image. and most people "see right through" him because it's hard for shayne to let anyone see chinks in his armor. then there's damien. he's seen shayne be vulnerable and still thinks the world of him. but that's the problem. damien's put shayne on a pedestal too high for him to reach. they’re almost inverses of each other. what happens when you put someone who thinks he's unlovable with someone who loves him too much? (obligatory disclaimer: this is all based on internet personas, fanon, fanfics, and my own silly goofy mind)
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yarnacle · 4 months
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its too late at night im having too many gay thoughts about these idiots so. here we are i guess.
It's Ian. No one else is going to fucking caress him. For all the informality of the company's content and general atmosphere, with this video concept especially, he's still their boss. And no one is going to want to, or have the guts to just fucking stroke his face like that. Even as he laughs and asks 'What is this?' he knows what's happening, knows who those hands belong to.
Two fingers drag down the right side of his face, and he feels the chalk that's left behind. It's going to stay for the rest of the video, and there's something to be said about that, he thinks. Something symbolic, something romantic, or even something funny, the last thought being slapped into his head when Ian's hand collides with his face.
It doesn't hurt that much, and immediately after he cracks a joke.
"This person thinks they're hilarious."
And they are, he wants to add. They're ridiculously funny, with a dark, somewhat skewed sense of humour to match his own, and they're brilliant and kind and so many other things, but right now they're making it easy for him.
"Who would caress my face and slap me outta nowhere?"
He, and everyone else in the room, and everyone who's going to watch the video, knows.
"Feels like an Ian move to me- Did you just boop me?"
Ian's locking it in, making sure that it's clear that, yeah, in case you couldn't figure it out already, it's me motherfucker.
"That's the only one you truly needed to get right."
Anthony laughs. He's not wrong - It wouldn't matter if he got everyone else dead wrong [even Angela, after hearing her speak and feeling her entire cast]. So long as he got Ian right, then it would be fine. There's probably also something to be said about how sweet that would be, but after having all the fucking braincells knocked out of his skull from the second person, he's not very poetic.
All that matters is that he guessed Ian correctly, and can still feel the two stripes of chalk on his cheek. [All that matters is that now there's a phantom warmth ghosting across his face, a replication of the gentle, almost loving strokes a distraction from the slight sting from everyone else's hands.]
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cadmusfly · 6 months
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To get the taste of Napoleon (2023) out of my mouth I was looking at the novelisation of Waterloo (1970) on the Internet Archive (which you can borrow for one hour at a time)
And Marshal Ney is
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Written like he had a bad breakup with Napoleon
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And is returning to a toxic relationship
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Ney just can’t stay away
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And he just keeps taking it
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Also Napoleon used to be an adventurer like you
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lovelylotusf1 · 1 month
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Waltz to the booming tick of the clock
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It begins as all things do: Lando convincing Oscar to do something and Oscar going along with it because he can never say no to those pleading eyes and pouting lips, even if he knows that it's exactly why Lando looks at him like that. This time, it's Lando running up to Oscar, begging him to teach him how to dance so he can impress the girl he likes.
It starts innocently enough. Late night messages with links to dance tutorials and elaborate music playlists and countless emojis reacting as soon as the chime of a bell indicates a new thought has been sent. A chat filled with various "I don't think that's possible" and "Lando, why did you send me this, this is hip-hop, not waltz!" and "look Osc, isn't this music so pretentious? I prefer something faster but I do what needs to be done, right?"
Finally finding a time to meet up, maybe even renting a dance studio because if they do this, then they should do it right, yeah? A space only for them, a space protected against the booming tick of time from outside. In here, the only tick that counts is from the metronome that dictates their pace.
It syncs with the beat of their hearts and why is Oscar's heart beating so fast when he looks at Lando, all determined sparks in his eyes and flexible body stretching and twisting to warm up, in positions Oscar would never have dreamed were physically possible?
They start with Oscar patiently teaching Lando the steps. Guiding him through the 3/4 rhythm, smiling at Lando protesting that he knows this because he's also a dj, god damnit! Laughing when they step on each other's toes. Getting dizzy when they first try out the simplest of spins. Cackling at the stupid square they are supposed to be creating with their steps and stop laughing Lando, this is serious! Said with the widest and softest grin Oscar is only capable of making when it's Lando.
Until Lando gets it, he's determined when he puts his mind to something after all. Then they move on. Move a step further. Hand on the waist, on the shoulder. Was Oscar's waist always this small? Were his shoulders always this broad?
Was Lando's body always this soft, pliable like putty, ready to be guided when Oscar led?
Hand clasped together - small against big. Oscar's hand almost engulfed by Lando's. Made to be together, made to hold each other like two pieces of a puzzle slotting together for the first time. Were their hands always this warm?
Their bodies flush together when they're dancing, a high blush on both their cheeks from exhaustion, their hair sweaty and Oscar wants nothing more than to ask Lando to stay like this forever. Freeze this moment in time just like their space is frozen - something uniquely theirs.
He thinks about running his fingers through Lando's hair, marvel at how lovely he looks with his skin glowing gold from the evening sun (they've been practising the whole day). He thinks about putting a hand on Lando's cheek, tracing that beautiful smile of his, admiring how happy he looks when he's dancing with Oscar.
Repeating thoughts. Day after day, week after week.
Oscar clings to these moments because deep inside, he knows they won't last. Soon, Lando won't need him any more. He'll get bored of Oscar. He'll move on to the girl he was always supposed to be dancing with.
When he inevitably does, Oscar will send Lando off with his signature thumbs-up, a small and fragile smile plastered on his face. Trying to ignore the sound of his heart shattering into two, the clock coming to a screeching halt.
Maybe, just maybe, Lando will look back. Ignore the girl with her long flowery dress, beautiful hair and doe-like eyes. Maybe, he will look at Oscar's hands, remember how they felt against his body, remember how they belonged there, remember the sparks between them in those fragile yet endless moments.
Or maybe, he will forget their dancing lessons entirely. Maybe he will move on, with a toothy grin on his face like there always is, with a "thanks mate, I owe you one" and a clap on the back, hands never lingering longer than they absolutely have to. Turn his back on Oscar, dance with the girl that will have everything Oscar would never dare to dream of.
But for now, Oscar will be the one who continues to dance with Lando. All while ignoring the booming clock that's ticking down to the end.
Background info: I just saw an ad on TV which had two boys dancing together to a slow waltz. I was almost cooing because yay, representation on a channel where there is practically none (even if it's in the form of ugh, an ad)! But then it showed that they were only "practising" for one boy to finally dance with the girl of his dreams while the other watched with a proud but wistful smile.
Yeah. This spawned many thoughts.
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shyshitter · 5 months
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ok real talk.
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pro-sipper · 9 months
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If you're still totally cool with sharing posts that joke about the JG cock monologue or are okay with people straight up @-ing the cast of Supernatural on twitter to bring up a/b/o fanfics to them then I dont think you have any room to say that RPF is gross because it's invasive or makes the people involved uncomfortable (:
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stillfertile · 5 months
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seeing those pics of the oiler’s showers going around, it reminded me. You know what I would love to see more in hrpf? locker room shower scenes
yknow that interview where players were asked what the worst visitors locker rooms were and everyone said xyz arena cause the showers were seperated?* These guys LOVE showering with their bros, they go in at the same time, probably keep casual conversation while doing so, maybe joke around. Great opportunities for scenarios in fics. Not just shower sex (tho yes pls more shower sex), but also:
teasing each other
helping wash an injured player
taking peeks at the other’s body
knowing the other is checking them out
trying to make the other flustered by how they’re lathering soap onto their body
like !!!!!! so much potential
*found the interview :3
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whiskeyncoke-redux · 1 year
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Wow so many people hate when others just write self-indulgent fics. Apparently no one can have fun on this trash site anymore huh?
I'm only saying this because I just saw yet ANOTHER post bitching about something other people enjoy.
Whatever happened to "if you don't like it, don't read it/keep scrolling?"
So I'm here to say this: Life is short so write or read as many self-indulgent RPF fics you want. Don't let anyone stop you from enjoying anything.
Cuz honestly y'all out here complaining really just remind me of this:
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