The TOS Phone Hell Meme

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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.]

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[to_this_end]

[She's a welcome weight, and Rush eases her down to lay comfortably across him, settling back against the couch. He has nowhere else to be. And when was the last time he sat comfortably with someone he cared for and cared for him in turn like this? It simply felt natural to stay seated, one hand resting on Maria's shoulder, the other holding his glass of wine. He even enjoyed the music she had on.

He could put her to bed, he knows, but he'd rather stay where he is.]

[abetterhappyending]

[ 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. ]