The TOS Phone Hell Meme

[somepartsbroken]

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#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.]

Comments

[abetterhappyending]

Phones can handle film now? That's marvellous

[abetterhappyending]

We are a fancy people you and I.

video message

[punch_it]

[to_this_end]

Where are you?

[abetterhappyending]

In my room and quite alone.

Moving to action!

[to_this_end]

Well, it would be impolite to leave you to drink alone.

[Maybe it isn't the wisest of decisions, but if nothing else, Maria is clearly intoxicated enough that leaving her to her own devices would be a worse decision. It isn't so great a trip to her room, and despite his hesitation, what man denies a beautiful young woman his company if it's requested?

He's at her door shortly.]

[to_this_end]

Ah. You mean Miss Carbonell, I assume. I assure you, no advances have been made on either part. She is simply a friend.

[to_this_end]

You do have your eyesight, don't you?

Pasha

[punchedaklingon]

She's yelling about threesomes and realllly wants you to come over. Put the pieces together.

[somepartsbroken]

Well maybe I don't expect anyone to find my secret stash of closet hookers? My closet is my business after all.

[somepartsbroken]

...Then send Charles to the door?

[alphaophiuchi]

then you'll scare him instead and that's not much better

[abetterhappyending]

Is that you?

[alphaophiuchi]

we are. I like it. we're very fancy even when we're drunk

are you drunk? you could be. I bet it would be fun

Gaila

[freebitchbaby]

I still have your make up all over the inside of my thighs from the face sitting. Free tonight?

[abetterhappyending]

Oh very much so. I keep giggling!

[alphaophiuchi]

my mother does that too sometimes if you give her too much wine

I bet you're more fun when you drink too especially if you're giggling

Sophie-Anne

[vampirequeenof]

So he's compensating for a really small penis. Either that or he's a drug lord.

[abetterhappyending]

[ He hears her voice from inside calling out "Just a mo--!" when he knocks, and after some more time and silence, Maria cracks open the door and peeks around it, her hair loose and free now; barely glanced behind the door, too, is that she wears a pale robe with lacy fringe, and from inside the room is the sound of a big band singer, a woman, warbling lowly among the brass and strings.

When she sees him she ducks halfway behind her side of the door, where her fingers wrap around the edge, a smile teasing along her mouth -- her cheeks are rosy from the alcohol and she's decidedly more free in her movements and expressions from it. a schoolgirl, again. ]

Glinda

[itwasrhetorical]

No, its ok. Im playing strip pretty pretty princess im currently dueling for the crown

[abetterhappyending]

Am I really such a school marm???

[somepartsbroken]

Details. Inquiring minds are very curious.

[itwasrhetorical]

i really wan this crown

so sparkle
love the sparkles

[somepartsbroken]

Two things, no three. One. I am certain you did not mean to send this to me. Two, if he fails to compensate ditch him. Three, drug lord you say?

[somepartsbroken]

Hey, shiny things are always a motivation to take off ones clothes.


....do not judge me.