#Worst Car Ever

[ziggystqrdust]

i had a dream about you // alucinatio by alexmeg

“He stares at the ceiling, blinking blankly every now and then, until his eyes close and he falls asleep.”

hey so what the fuck

bonus

caption translation: “you’re an angst enjoyer”

video translation: “that feeling like where it hurts so much but it feels good, you know that feeling when “aww im so sad cuz they didnt end up together😞” but its also satisfying in a way that they didnt end up together😁”

[so-very-small]

“I don’t want to do this.”

“C’mon, you know weddings are fun! You’ll be fine.”

“It’s not the actual shindig that’s the issue; it’s the traveling four states over to get there. That drive is gonna take me like, twelve hours. Be glad you’re a borrower and don’t have to travel for cousins’ weddings.”

“Dude, you’re joking, right? Last year my brother had a destination wedding, two blocks down the street at that house with the big birdbath. It took me three weeks to travel there. I had to fight a CHIPMUNK.”

“Goddamn.”

“I wish I could have drove. The birdbath pool party reception ruled, though.”

“Oh, nice. Open bar?”

“Tinies don’t do that. It was Open Bottle. One open bottle of rum, and we were thriving.”

“Fuck yeah.”

[pistoncupposting]

ive been shown how twinote works so. woe next gen racers (+ natalie) tweets be upon ye. more under the cut

[flowerbritts]

for dbda haunt

[whitherwanderer]

1 // steer

// a response to S&S. 506 words. Cyberpunk 2077 AU. Sif is pissed.

“Road legs” was the term, as she explained it to the motel room ceiling fan.

Nomads weren’t nearly as creative with names as they were with a campfire, sauces from the bottom of a diner to-go bag, and some unlucky possums—but it did get the idea across. Easy enough to understand the terrestrial equivalent to feeling like you’re on a boat days after getting back on land, when a ten hour drive was long enough for most to start dreaming about the road even when sprawled out on a truck bed under the stars.

Hard to shake off that shudder of her Thorton’s frame on a stretch of old highway, the blur of the lane lines whipping by, and the quiet unease of knowing a pothole the size of a small sedan could sneak up on her if she glanced away for even a milisec—all of it kept at bay by the more urgent need to complain about whatever was on the radio. It kept her up at night; she jolted awake each time she felt herself drifting into sleep, like she might be veering off course towards certain, fiery death at 90mph for the human crime of being a little tired and distractible even hours after her hands had left the wheel.

So what was the opposite of that? Not the weariness of it, but the longing for it? Unable to keep still, pacing around the room and lying down to check her phone, and pacing some more and lying back down to stare at the ceiling fan, and flipping through every channel on the motel TV because it felt close enough to flicking up the speed on cruise control. Was there a name for that?

Roadsickness?

Like homesickness? Would she even know how to draw the comparison? Gotta have a home for that, she muttered to the ceiling fan. It didn’t have much to contribute to the thought.

It might be nice, she told it, if she could remedy this restlessness by kicking up some dust on the roads just outside the city. But, oh yeah, someone killed her fuckin’ truck. Yeah. Killed it. With a fuckin’ knife!

It wasn’t the ceiling fan, but there was a long, heavy sigh in response. She pretended it was the ceiling fan because it might have been the only way she kept herself from physically strangling the next person to step into her crosshairs.

Yes, she knew it was the truck or them. Yes, she knew what the Scavs would have done if they had caught them. But that truck was thousands of eds and countless hours of work with her own two hands! Her whole damn life was under that hood! Why the hell did it always come to lose-lose in this fuckin’ city?

If anyone could fix it, it'd be a nomad, right? It rattled at her. She’d get back behind the wheel soon enough.

She fumed quietly. Well, no one else was ever going to touch the wheel again, that was for damn sure.

[nethnad]

good morning everybody this is your daily reminder to read empire of glass by andy lane. right now actually. stop everything you're doing. look at these clowns. case studies in the cain instinct. prime examples in fact

[quatregats]

By the way, apropos of nothing, but when I say "heigho it'll go without these oddments" I am in fact referencing this panel in Tintin in the Land of the Soviets which 12-year-old me decided to adopt as a catchphrase before I knew what a meme was:

[scary-grace]

I would love to be normal about donating blood but unfortunately the threat of rejection makes it the most stressful thing ever

[reigningmax]

The way the same people who scream and cry about Max not being passionate and is bored of winning, are now screaming and crying about him voicing his frustrations with the car because ...he wants to keep winning... please do you know how stupid you sound

[screaming-sparrow]

i see no difference, love is love 👍

[gravehags]

me: i wish i had people to hang out with

friend from cohort: so i’m hosting a summerween party on the 9th—

me:

[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

sometimes i think about what would have happened if richard had died instead of henry and the rest of the book had been narrated the song of achilles style and it hurts

[funnywormz]

garak and dukat interactions are so funny bc they interact like rival villains in a cartoon. it's kinda hilarious. like they're always on the verge of getting into a death ray building competition or doing some tom and jerry shit to each other

[alexjcrowley]

Just saw the F1 (Brad Pitt) movie trailer thanks I hate it

[failfemme]

before aita was a reddit forum, we had car talk

[cee-grice]

just finished the most vile book ever and at the end there's a literature analysis by a "literature expert"..... and I put that in quotes because I do not believe a single self-respecting literature expert would do a serious analysis on this

but also it sure is an interesting choice to put a book analysis ...in the book itself . huh