Getaway Car - Taylor Swift
Getaway Car as a Formula 1 merch concept design. The Getaway Car Racing Team champions poster for the 6th Grand Prix in Rome where in 2017, they clinched their victory in the Rep Racing World Championship. The poster features lyrical easter eggs as the team sponsors and nods to the track number and lore around the song's subjects. Additionally, racing team hoodies and stickers for fans to rep their team.
print and sticker and t-shirt in my etsy shop
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yknow what…..im thinking about it. (american) gen z grew up surrounded by talk of climate change and actual school shootings where peers and friends literally die at age 11 and that was just like our norm. the economy is shit so we cant buy houses and can barely afford food, our schools were a war zone, and our planet is dying. that was our youth, death at every turn. a lot of gen z (i think i can go global here, not just america) will tell you like “yeah i didn’t ever see myself living past fifteen much less eighteen. i thought i’d be dead by now” and so now we have like no idea wtf we’re doing and we’re just trying to make the best out of our shitty lives.
anyways merlin also kinda grew up like that as in his very existence was a death sentence and if the wrong person found out he’d be dead. growing up hearing from your mother that you cant tell anyone the truth bc what you are, how you were born, is wrong in this world and that many people would cheer to see you die….yeah what if he had the same thought process and was like “yeah fuck guess my death is inevitable” and just stopped giving a fuck. he’s confrontational and picks fights without regard for his opponents strength or numbers bc hey if he goes out this way then at least he was doing something good and standing up for what he believed in, if he doesn’t die then cool he made a difference. that’s why he goes toe to toe with arthur even after finding out he’s the prince of the most powerful kingdom in albion that started the whole campaign calling for his head.
just merlin being kind of like a medieval gen z lmao like taking no shit and taking all these risks bc hey he never thought he’d make it to twenty so wtf else is he meant to do?? live a life of paranoia and wariness? no. he’s gonna die in the end no matter what, if it happens sooner rather than later….well…he never thought he’d make it this far so he did better than he originally expected. this is why he gets on with gwaine so well bc they both have like passive suicidal tendencies where they take all these risks and make all these choices that put their lives at risk bc they don’t particularly care one way or the other how it turns out. real recognizes real.
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So i made a train creature (not literally)
Heres this thing! It doesnt have a name but i made it while thinking abt infinity train aus
Its VERYYYY big but also extremely friendly
Its whole job was to be a rest stop for the passengers of the train but it wanted to do more than that. Now it spends its time gathering supplies like paint and toys or medical supplies for anyone who comes thru its train car. It lets the children paint on it and it helps people through their problems. Its very aware of what the train is and what it does for passengers. It also knows much of our terms, languages, and history because it always wants to know more about how it can help. Also it could scan your mind for information if it really wanted but it usually wont if youre willing to talk to it. It has been around for a long long time. It knows a lot and probably has also met the apex before. It has no care for making friends or romance or anything like that. It just wants to help people (denizens and passengers)
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THAT WOUND. THAT VILE WOUND. it throbs in time with your speeding heart, and the ache it carries through your veins is oppressive, its hot, it tangles around your jaw and through your spine and behind your eyes. there are needles, sprouting from the lacerations like the most heinous ivy, and it strangles your lungs, rips tears from your eyes, lures bile to your throat. it hurts. oh god it hurts. you cant think, you cant breathe, you cant swallow, you cant see. you cant see. you cant see.
you cannot see but you know when your eyes are closed, because there are colors stained upon the backs of your eyelids. they form images of loved ones, of viscera, of bile and blood and blackened mud. its jarring, they make anxiety spike outwards, frantic ferro fluid, frightened from faces too scared, too pained, too dead, too piercing with eyes staring straight at you, straight at you.
actually, you cant tell when your eyes are open.
SAUCE FREE VERSION UNDER THE CUT.
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