I‘m So Glad I‘m An Alex Palou Fan Or This Would Suck So Badly

In front of my timeline?

i love saying “i’m being normal about it” bc i’m actually a filthy fucking liar and i’ve never been normal about anything a single day in my life

This race has everything…a jump start (great start according to checo), lap one crash, safety car, max and lando having a dick measuring contest, sky commentators talking about max like he murdered their entire family, charles being waterboarded, the 400th race asteroid taking out dinosaur peepaw, max serving jail time, and ferrari forza-ing their way into 2nd in the constructors champion

me and Who

now that there's a midwestern pope, could someone hypothetically convince him to do the prayer for the indy 500 lol

if there's one thing in this world you can count on, it's haas fucking up kevin's races. hearing "I don't care" from kev's mouth? about racing? you've absolutely fucked him.

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

absolutely foul graphic 💀

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

5 rookie DNFs and Sainz 😔

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