I Say Have A Type (men With Dark Curly Hair, Big Eyes, Heavy Accent Who Can Cook) And Then Nico Rosberg

stop rbing this fuckass stolen tweet read my miraculous ladybug crack fic

rewatched night at the museum 2 today.

visions were had.

The ghost car WHILE on the onboard camera???? Insane, incredible work

me watching effortless palou domination and getting war flashbacks

"cars always look 25% faster and sound 25% louder at night"

"then you better raise your voice, because here comes max verstappen"

crofty my king that was hot as fuck

Sketches by A.K. MacDonald, 1932

I see your “Paul is Pokotho’s favorite” theory and raise you “Paul is Pokotho’s nemesis”

So here’s the thing about Pokey: he hates any voice that isn’t his own. He sees Hatchetfield and all their drama and he feels superior because he KNOWS there’s not a single person in this world whose part he can’t play better than them.

He knows their little wants and deepest desires. He understands their character motivations more deeply than those miserable ants ever could. 

Except here’s the thing. Thousands of timelines, countless different scenarios he and his brothers have dreamed up, and in all of that there’s still one question that remains unanswered:

Who the fuck is Paul?

No seriously who the hell is this guy. Like, he’s in every story but what’s his deal. What does Paul want? He wants a date with a barista. And seemingly, that’s it.

Great. Fucking riveting.

The man is nothing, he’s set dressing, he’s a total non sequitur. Plot threads walk up to him and he goes “no thanks I have better things to do” and prattles off

He doesn’t have better things to do. He never has better things to do. He’s going to go home and browse Wikipedia for an hour and then go to bed. Pokey goddamn checked. 

Even in the universe where he gets replaced with a goddamn time traveling clone, that clone’s ambition start and end with marrying that same fucking barista because he is seemingly programmed in his DNA to be BORING

He doesn’t even like musicals, the uncultured cuck.

But now Paul’s gone and made Pokey waste valuable brainpower pondering the inner life of stupid nothing mortal like he’s fucking Tinky. And Pokey’s not gonna stand for that kind of slight. 

Paul’s just like every other worthless person in his universe and Pokey’s going to prove it. He’ll wrench a story from Paul’s bloody corpse if it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. 

And he’s going to do it in SONG

Started crying over that poor woman that was run over by that racist while protesting

no cuz why did the drivers say that graham would beat a gorilla or that graham would survive a zombie apocalypse.

what do they know.

so many of my mutuals want to fuck graham rahal. this phenomenon will be investigated one day. not today though

absolutely foul graphic 💀

me watching isack kimi and fernando as the rest of the rookies dnf one by one