yknow the song is gonna be fire when the official lyrics look like this

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yknow the song is gonna be fire when the official lyrics look like this
Uhm actually, K’s fic is longer than 2k so….
can i keep em?
be me. be in severe incapacitating pain that makes it hard to do anything besides lay in bed despondently, heavily tired, and feeling like you are being stabbed. explain your symptoms to your stepfather, who automatically assumes it is caused by ✨the mold✨and then uses it to further his mold neuroses, which has been happening for MONTHS and has overturned the lives of the entire family. (In this instance, he is wrong.) ask him for pain reliever, assuming that what he gives you is just Tylenol or something, because you trust the man who has been your legal guardian for over a decade to not drug you.
take his medication, feel slowly better over the course of several hours. get random bursts of energy over the course of those several hours, and a vague buzz in the head that makes you want stimulation and also makes it hard to focus. You feel kind of strange and overly happy, but it’s probably just some combination of neurodivergence/not being in pain anymore, right?
ask to borrow the car, because your car doesn’t have plates at the moment, and can’t be driven places. Find out that you’re not actually allowed to drive, because that pain reliever he gave you? Was codeine. because obviously, everyone has codeine on hand in their medicine cabinet instead of aspirin or something. His reasoning? It’s what he had on hand, he gave you a small dose, and you don’t take it often so it’s not addictive anyways. This was only explained to you several hours after the drug was given. (In his defense, he is going through the mental illness gauntlet right now and it is messing with him and his ability to think very deeply.)
anyways. now that I actually understand what is happening in my brain I don’t like it. I am not trusting the man with medication again unless I see with my own eyes the bottle he takes it from. I also have to go take public transport to the aerial studio, which is actually normal for me and will give me time to read and write, which is good. however I do not like being drugged, even if it is mild.
one of my favourite lines in the german dub gotta be,
,,Yugi wird gleich gegrillt wie eine Bratwurst." by Tea
Translation: "Yugi is gonna get grilled like a Bratwurst."
drove a guy around and he screamed at me 3 times bc i missed a bunch of turns and at least gasped 5 times whenever i did turn, he also held on for dear life while i ran over the same curb twice
Silly Game Time: WEIRD RACES! An average person with stilts that double their height (though this is only their second time trying to use stilts). VS An average person with 25 pounds (11.3 kg) of chains wrapped around each leg (their legs aren't tied together or restricted in movement at all, just heavier).
Which will be the first to cross the finish line 250 yards (basically 250 meters) away? You have $5 to wager on the winner (no split wagers). Place your bet!
Hermes help me, I'm betting $5 on the 1st one.
Not knowing how to use stilts is a minor inconvenience, and surely they'll get used to them as they proceed in the race. On the other hand, heavyass chains wrapped around each leg are GOING to weigh them down significantly. It'll be almost impossible to win that race, unless they can somehow handle heavy things like that.