outofshadows | The TOS Phone Hell Meme

#1: Texts From Last Night
#2: Damn you, Autocorrect
#3: Recipient Misfire
#4: Mix & Match
#5: Wildcard

Option One:
Texts From Last Night
You know the drill: RNG, or pick one that tickles your fancy. Post blank and let others text you about their night, or send out a mass text for anyone to reply to by posting a TFLN when you tag the post.

Option Two:
Damn You Autocorrect
We've all done it. Either sit and wait for other people's mistakes to come to you with a blank tag, or take the bull by the horns and make the first move mistake by posting an autocorrect error when you tag the post.

Option Three:
Recipient Misfire
It's just so easy to hit the wrong name in your phone, isn't it? Embarrassment city! ...But is that better or worse than manually inputting the number incorrectly and texting a complete stranger by mistake?

Option Four:
Mix & Match!
Let autocorrect fuck up the TFLN you're sending to the wrong person. Go nuts!

Option Five:
Do Whatever The Fuck You Want
You know what, if none of these ideas are good enough for you, your ass can come up with something else. I don't even care.

[I stole this shit from Bakerstreet; Pretend the communicator somehow does text. I dont know.]

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Maybe you should drink more and see if you can't just topple into bed with someone. Works for me most of the time.

I just can't tell you any old secret can I? I have to think about which one I want to present. I am also particularly wasted as you said and this increases the difficulty of thought.

I'm seventeen, I'm not legal yet.

chuck might pick up on all the images that come with the question and I can hide that away from Kurt at least

I would not. I haven't bitten a human in well over a year.

Yes. That I can do. You won't spill on me, will you?

oh okay

thinking is hard, isn't it?

It's okay. It's confusing for all of us.

I was legal when I was seventeen.

Have we met?

That's good of you. I'm impressed.

[ After he's done shifting her (and maybe moving one leg that falls backwards off the couch back up onto it), Maria lies curled on her side with her shoulder squished against his thigh and her hands lying between his stomach and her face. Rush can move her however he likes: her limbs are dead weight and only fall or flop when nudged. Despite whatever trumpets blare in the music, she'll be asleep like this for hours. ]

Edited 2014-01-15 04:04 (UTC)