OMG yena now that our #1 joshushushu i just wanna tell u i have a 10k+ shua fic in the works rn and i like,,, wanna tell u all abt it hehe HELP DJFLJDSF 😭😭
WORLD PAUSE joshua longfic by user wheeboo?????? THAT'S SO INCREDIBLE OMG I'M SO GLAD U TOLD ME !!!!!! u better tag me in it when u post okay
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Y'ALL MY SISTER IS A FUCKING GIANT.
I BOUGHT THREE INCH PLATFORMS IN VIETNAM FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF RETURNING HOME AND FINALLY BEING ABLE TO BE TALLER THAN HER.
APPARENTLY SHE HAD A GROWTH SPURT DURING THE FIVE WEEKS I DIDN'T SEE HER.
BECAUSE I COME HOME.
WEARING THESE THREE INCH PLATFORMS.
AND THIS
LITTLE BITCH (affectionate)
IS STILL SOMEHOW TALLER THAN ME. WHAT KIND OF FUCKING STEROID MILK HAS SHE BEEN DRINKING WHAT-
edit: forgot to mention that she's younger than me. i hate it here.
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sayuuuuuuu you’re such a sunshine ily
if you’re alright w it could you spare a few tips to get into a good college ? ive been aiming for some ivies and i’m super nervous that i’m not gonna be good enough
whaaaat ily you're so sweet >.<
omg DUDE THIS IS LITERALLY MY JOB AT SCHOOL ofc i will !!! i think everyone (or maybe most people hhahsd) applying to top schools/ivies think they're not gonna be good enough :,) like in high school, I SUFFERED from imposter syndrome (i still do grrrwjhsef). i always saw myself as just an average student because i didn't cure cancer or get involved in 28384 different things, but i still ended up at a school i love and am proud of! i think the biggest tip i can give you is to have a good balance of extracurriculars and good grades. you don't need a 4.0 to get into an ivy (trust me i... did not have a 4.0 when i was applying). do ECs that show your interests! i did a couple (like 3 i think) that i was really passionate about and did them all throughout high school! also omg your essays. THOSE ARE A BIG DEAL don't half ass them >.< i asked all my teachers to read them 2x just so i wouldn't sound unlike myself yk?
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an alt meeting scenario for adamora in the gotg game, for my au verse
“Told ya she was gonna feed us to some giant bug! Or maybe she’s the bug and that’s…some kind of… external digestion sac or something.”
Rocket’s ramblings had all but faded into background noise as the group approached the large structure that glowed from within. It was familiar in so many ways to Gamora, and yet she didn’t dare hope to believe it was him either.
It had been years since then, the two having parted ways before the galactic war, when she was still on good, yet uneasy terms, with Thanos. Struggling to contain his darker half, he had secluded himself, and Gamora hadn’t heard from him since despite her searches.
“Ugh, gross! Please tell me Drax is the only one who’s gotta go in that creepy egg sac.” Peter raised from where he crouched, wiping at his hand.
Gamora ignored Peter as she walked past him and toward the opening, the warm golden light bathing her figure. Yet, it had to be him. Who else? This part of the cave was marked with signs of him. And if she was right…
“Uh, Gamora?”
“Quill if she wants to go into the digestion sac, I say let her.”
“It is him!” In the center stood a large cocoon, almost coffin like in its appearance, but with thick, gnarled ropes like tree roots that encased it. Gamora touched the cocoon gently, overwhelmed. Adam.
“Well, she’s lost it.”
Gamora’s eyes snapped toward Mantis, who still clung to Drax’s back. “Can you reach him?”
It took several minutes of telepathic communication between Mantis and Adam for any progress to be made. The others were confused and Gamora could understand why, but it’d be easier to explain once Adam was back in the world of the living.
Finally, the cocoon began to split, and while Quill and Rocket backed away with sounds of disgust, Gamora hovered closer. A golden light split through the frayed edges before abating and Adam fell through, his golden body landing in Gamora’s arms before he could hit the floor.
“Adam!”
His hands gripped her arms, steadying himself against her weight, and then he looked up at her. There was a faint, tired smile on his lips. “Gamora.”
“Uhh, care to explain?”
Adam stood upright, fine despite his recent rebirth, and turned toward Quill.
“What the flark, man!? Put on some clothes!”
His cocoon furnished several things for his rebirth, but clothes had never been one of them. Gamora turned her head to hide her expression, not willing to admit she was amused by the whole thing. Rocket and Quill had de-evolved into dramatics. Adam sighed and waved his hand, a black and red suit forming over his body.
“Does this suit your needs?”
“Our needs!? It’s a flarking courtesy to wear clothes, scut for brains!”
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