Yes it's normal yes plz ship with me I'm dying over here I need someone to ship with me WHY Isn't this a fanfic??. I NEED TO READ THE HELL OUT OF THIS IM
DYING
AGHGADIFNOFNGDHSO
*continues shipping*
Dammit, this is what you get when a bunch of fangirls/boys get together and they start making up crap together. Now I totally ship Google and Yahoo, too. Like I needed another ship...
Not only that, but now I wish they'd turn this idea into an anime or FF or something...
YES
OK FUCK THIS IM GONNA WRITE THE FANFIC.
ANYONE WANT TO HELP?
If anyone wants help me write the fanfic, here's my email so we can chat about it and stuff.
[email protected]
Haha. I find that "FS being the matchmaker" funny. But it could be because I just read all the interwebs series - a series about these characters - and Fanfiction, Tumblr, and Deviantart are the shippers.
This is great more people are joint so far it's four of us. If anyone else is interested, if you have an idea or anything, you don't have to be an amazing writer, just join us!
I'm just imagining Yahoo walking into the room later on and she is surprised to see a ship inside, on the side of the boat it says "yahoo x Google". Than a couple seconds later Twitter would have the classic gag of "this little girl could destroy you" and she'd be carrying a cannon for the ship
HERE IS A BIGGER PHOTO IF YOU WANT TO SEE IT IN MORE DETAIL! : http://stewlate.tumblr.com/image/34377478650
It's funny. I look like the blogger, act like tumblr, feel like myspace, draw a lot like deviantart, and tries to act like google and yahoo in school.
"So..." Google said, "How's seven o' clock tonight at that new restaurant, Macrosoft?"
"Sounds good," Yahoo said, pushing her glasses up. See you then!"
As she turned back to her work, she missed Google's ecstatic fist pump. Her head, for the first time, was filled with a sense of looking good, not just of "oh, I'll wear whatever." She had to find something special to do, and she new just where to look; why, people had been asking her questions for years! So, she went back over some of her old fashion questions for inspiration.
DYING
AGHGADIFNOFNGDHSO
*continues shipping*
Not only that, but now I wish they'd turn this idea into an anime or FF or something...
OK FUCK THIS IM GONNA WRITE THE FANFIC.
ANYONE WANT TO HELP?
If anyone wants help me write the fanfic, here's my email so we can chat about it and stuff.
[email protected]
My shipping is a competitive sport.
A
S
One of us
One of us
One of us
Dammit
.
Internet, get on it.
It's funny. I look like the blogger, act like tumblr, feel like myspace, draw a lot like deviantart, and tries to act like google and yahoo in school.
Also we need more 4chan, maybe have some kind of story involving 8chan as well?
"Sounds good," Yahoo said, pushing her glasses up. See you then!"
As she turned back to her work, she missed Google's ecstatic fist pump. Her head, for the first time, was filled with a sense of looking good, not just of "oh, I'll wear whatever." She had to find something special to do, and she new just where to look; why, people had been asking her questions for years! So, she went back over some of her old fashion questions for inspiration.
just no.
Just yes.