chat. chat I’m feeling the compulsion to write another gogsig angst fic. Thank you chapter 108 or whatever we’re on. The brain worm concepts finally have cohesion. I’m going to stew on this the rest of my shift and write a skeleton later
A post where I write a cute little tumblr fic about Yuki belting out increasingly more ridiculous songs at pierre across the paddock throughout these last races. Everyone comments things like “you’re sooo RIGHT K! Yuki WOULD nail the chorus of Aly & AJ’s 2007 smash it ‘Potential Break Up Song!” and everybody claps.
Christmas as a cultural icon is starting to get really dystopian in a climate sense, december has historically been a time of year in which there would be snow in a significant portion of europe and north america, and the fact that its not even icy this time of year and all the christmas songs and decorations reference a time of year that will likely never exist in the same way again in my life time is so strange.
idk what traumatized or mentally ill person needs to hear this but dreams (especially the really disturbing ones you dont want to talk about to anybody) arent some deep peek into your psyche or a sign of your True Desires or whatever theyre quite literally your brain making fruit salad with whatever it can find on the shelf. just putting all that shit in a blender and hitting obliterate. its fine, youre fine, youre not a weirdo for it
tbh i think the funniest phenomena that's been happening in the last couple years is "youtuber, having gone too deep into the research hole, has been made an investigative journalist against their will"