#phone call message

[eyelienr]

"nights end morning slumber day time dreaming about a sky aboveground where clouds are stepping stones to a new life not seen before, i hope we can get there together it will be forever until one finds a way to find this sort of key to a new life world sight to see for all or none i promise the journey won't be easy so take my hand as we walk these unusual types of pleasant treasures in the sand.

instagram.com slash me

#anxiously #phone call message #shake #tonight colds #quote

[luthienne]

important to remember that many many countries, 120 countries, voted for a ceasefire and that the international community is not just the global north. the world stands with the palestinian people. those of us in countries who voted no to a ceasefire or abstained (and who actively send military aid to israel) must continue to pressure our representatives to end the genocide & occupation. that means protesting, calling, emailing, boycott, divestment, sanctions.

if you're in the us and you're looking for protests — look for your local jvp, samidoun, or psl chapter on instagram. they are usually organizing or co-sponsoring events.

as always with protests, remember to wear a mask for community & personal safety <3

#if you get nervous talking on the phone — call on the weekends or after hours to leave a message. your voice does matter <3 #free palestine #resources

[stevenrogered]

ONE DAY ↳book > screen

He knows he’s being churlish, but it would help to see Emma in the audience. He’s a better person when she’s around, and isn’t that what friends are for, to raise you up and keep you at your best? Emma is his talisman, his lucky charm, and now she won’t be there and his mother won’t be there and he will wonder why he’s doing it at all.

#one day #one day netflix #onedayedit #emma morley #dexter mayhew #leo woodall #ambika mod #bts one day #one day spoilers #tvedit #netflixedit #netflix #mystuff #one day tv #i really loved this moment #in the book she calls him and he doesnt pick up the phone #so she leaves a message on his machine #this works so much better

[whoblewboobear]

It is so so silly to me when people say that Bill abandoned Fabian. That man is dead and in hell. The bad kids can reach him but idk if it works the other way around. He didn’t abandon Fabian he’s just dead 🤷🏾 now Hallariel is a different story (love her so much) bc she effectively /did/ abandon Fabian. Granted she is an elf and time for her feels different so half a year is like nothing to her but it’s something for Fabian who doesn’t have as much time.

#I’m sorry but it’s absurd to say bill is ignoring Fabian. you think he’s just waiting by the phone for his son to call when that wasn’t #something they ever discussed doing? #does my guy even have a hell phone? #we don’t even know if that message was recorded by bill and his crew #fhjy #dimension 20 #bill seacaster #fabian seacaster #hallariel seacaster

[phantomrose96]

I got new glasses because my old glasses are from like 2010 and I figured it would be good to have some with my updated prescription (I mostly just wear contacts.) The new glasses arrived in the mail but everything which is not dead-ahead is warped. It's very fun house mirror and very not-fun for not giving myself a headache.

I'm trying to log into the patient portal to do something about this but they botched sending me my account activation email so I'm just stuck out here rattling on the gates.

#they dont even have a phone number listed for me to call #chrissy speaks #I sent a message in the like 'contact us' section. over-under odds they even get back to me

[bisexualbvck]

Frank seeing the whole cruise disaster on the news fully aware that he told Athena that she would be fine and knowing he is gonna get such an earful when he sees her next time 😅

#he calls to check up on her and Bobby answers the phone to tell Frank she's planning on holding this grudge for the rest of her life lol #and Athena sending him a message like I'm fine we're fine I'll see you next week but if you ever tell me I'll be fine ever again I'm out lol #911 #911 abc #christina talks about 911

[shadow0-1]

Daydream

#call of duty #modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #MWII #CoD MWII #blender renders #Phillip Graves #Philip Graves #Shadow Company #CoD OC #OC: Jax #Jackie Ramirez #Ship: High Places #THEYRE FINE JACK IS JUST DRAMATIC #bored cause the bf is on a mission and he wants attention #ong i sent a text message to myself just to get that phone screen for him

[mylittleredgirl]

man i was gonna post a whole complaint post but it’s like [psychiatric distress] [this medication i still can’t get] [my mother died nine years ago and i’d like to be planting things and sweetly reminiscing instead of just not dying] who cares.

#i’m just tired of this #i don’t want to be the hysterical voice on the phone to a psychiatric office like that’s a deep hole to climb out of but i sent a message #i’ll call later if i have to #or just make it til my appointment on thursday #beg friends to drive me to whatever the fuck pharmacy has it in stock if we can even uncross the wires #like it’s fine of course. everyone’s suffering bitch let’s get you some perspective

[kerryweaverlesbian]

After they get together Cas’s answerphone message gets changed to Dean saying "this is Cas’s phone. He can't make it to the phone because he's too busy having hot sex with his sexy boyfriend" and then there's laughter and sounds of a scuffle and Cas’s voice says "How do I change it-" BEEP

#silly goofy sillygoofy funny delightful #this backfires on Dean when Mary is calling Cas and she's like 'he's not picking up guess I'll have to leave a message...' #and Dean panics and wrestles her phone off her and chucks it against the wall #(he's not like. shame type hiding it embarrassed he's just regular embarrassed because that's his mom lol) #destiel #deancas #cawis creates

[luxlightly]

Any time a doctor is like "I'm old fashioned. Just call me, don't send emails or messages through the portal" I start chewing on the drywall.

It's just a classic thing of "person whose company uses a system does not know anything about the system or how it's used"

Because every doctor's office is set up to all but force you to use the online portal. You'll get stuck in automation and answering machine purgatory forever if you call directly but that's also 100% more effective than the portal.

The portal and the 2 minute long message that plays every on repeat while you're on hold on the phone to the doctor: "do not call your doctor. If you are trying to call your doctor I'll kill you myself. We worked so hard on this portal I swear to God if you even think about calling when you could be using the portal I'll come to your house and gut you like a fish"

The doctor: "oh I don't read those portal emails. Just call."

#it won't stop me #I'm still going to use a written message whenever possible #i don't care #i don't like phone calls #luckily I haven't had a doctor say that to me in a little while #and one of my doctors actually does read and respond to those messages #but it's rare

[apricotmayonaise]

don't you know that you're toxic

#LOOK AT MY RAREPAIR YURI BOY #zoom in for details such as #-dollyhearts lighters #-aprils hetereosexual neck bruises :raised_eyebrow: #-shopping list consisting of nail polish hair products and diet coke #-lana del rey's born to die album there in the corner #-flip phone message telling april shes late for work #-magazine thats just called “GIRL” #and more #anyway gotta do actual tagging now #wlw #yuri #toxic yuri #lesbian #ace attorney #aa1 #aa3 #dahlia hawthorne #april may #femslash #rarepair #anyway #they could make each other worse #dollyhearts #maythorne

[dykevanny]

had a really funny idea for an ask blog ft. Vanny and another plex employee oc,,

#Get this right. 2 pizzaplex employees accidentally get tumblr famous bc someone has been leaving weird graffiti everywhere and #Getting up to other shenanigans and sends asks abt it to this one like urban exploration blog. Who later gets an ask basically like #Hey I work at the plex?? This is some insider info only another employee would know???? #The two anons are constantly back and forth in this persons inbox and are eventually assigned nicknames #‘Pix’ for the mystery vandalism employee because she shows up as nothing but weird pixels and glitches on cameras #The other employee is ‘Cam’ because they have been monitoring all this on the cameras #One day they get each others blogs and keep sending each other death threats and shit jokingly but one day pix warns cam not to go to a #Weird late staff meeting #The next night it is literally just the two of them and they think this is so funny they start a blog trying to uncover why everyone else #Just isn’t coming in. At first they are like well layoffs duhhhh #But then ppl send asks and messages like ‘hey have u seen this employee it’s my brother/friend/etc’ and they realize shit is actually going #On in here #One night cam is live-blogging their shift and sees a weird intruder in a costume with a knife and runs around eventually escaping and find #Pix lying at the bottom of a stairwell unconscious with a bloody nose later #Takes pix to the hospital. Only to be alone in the plex the next night and suddenly get a phone call saying that pix left the hospital. Bc #Pix left cam as the emergency contact because ‘she didn’t have anyone else’. #Cam has to survive the masked intruder #eventually starts recording everything but when the intruder gets closer the footage gets glitchier #Eventually there’s just one fuzzy image of the intruder with Roxy and Monty standing on either side and that’s the last we hear of cam. Nex #Post is pix saying hehe thanks for following our little story aha !! Bye now it’s over!! And that’s it…..heheheheh #Killer rab blog has become a little boring for me so… might start this soon…. #I’d have to make like 2 blogs plus some fake dms too probably . Damn

[mainapnifavouritehoon]

hi guys i-

#Hey so i wanted to talk about this really bad this has been bothering me for quite some time #i have been busy a lot these days and i dont get time at all to do anything but i can see myself wasting my time just scrolling #I have school and then coaching and then ofc i have to study on my own for which i barely take out time as im highly careless #My last 2 exams went absolute shit and that fucking scares me because i'll be having my JEE soon #Mummy has been telling me to stay away from my phone and ik she trusts me but she but she deserves a daughter that studies ig? #And now i kind of consider that as an option because this phone is very very distracting #I have been thinking about deactivating but i realized it would mean i would lose all my precious posts and interactions #So i wont be deleting this blog as i am too attached (i will be coming back istg) #I will be taking a break and ig thats what yall call a hiatus #I will be giving away my phone to my parents (trust me i have to) #Ik this will be hard for me to just leave all of a sudden so i'll slowly start vanishing if that makes sense? #This message also doesnt mean that i will be shutting down my phone rn at this moment and that this is goodbye #This is just to prepare the people that i love and who love me that i will be highly inactive and not come online for maybe months #This is not an impulsive decisions i have really thought through this #Also just to tell you again MAIN ABHI GAYAB NAHI HONE WAALI BUT THODE TIME MEIN I WILL GO ON A BREAK THIS IS JUST A PRE HIATUS MESSAGE #Also i hope you guys will still love me and remember me once i come back #Because coming months are going to be hard for me #I hope you understand and ily guys okay? #(Oh god why am i so dramatic about everything) xoxo

[siremasterlawrence]

When The Siren Calls

“Hello? Who is this? Answer me”

“Static…what the”

“My voice booms”

“Yyyeeessss”

“Go to the door “

“Open the door “

“Let me in”

“Please come in”

“Why thank you!”

“Put the phone away “

“Yes Master”

“Kneel for me”

“Face me!”

“Yes Sir”

“I love you Jessie”

“Yes Master”

“Take my hand in yours “

“Kiss it”

“Wrap over my waist”

“Hold on tightly “

“Get closer”

“Lay on me”

“Feel me up “

“Inhale my scent “

“That’s it dig your nose “

“In to my crotch”

“Yes boi! Keep it up “

“Unzip my pants!”

“Play with my cock”

“You love it! So obsessed “

“Oh God Master”

“Master Lawrence “

“Oooohhhhh!”

“Mmmmmmm”

“I am in love with “

“Aaahhhh…I love you “

“What on earth did you do to …”

“To you “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Zip your mouth “

“Kneel”

“The fuck”

“I said…”

“SHUT UP “

“Yes”

“Reach for my cock”

“Dig deep “

“You got it”

“Play with it “

“Stare at it adoringly”

“Rub it on your face”

“Kiss it”

“Lick it “

“Suck it”

“You are in awe “

“Adore the taste”

“Suck it”

“Every inch”

“Every crevice”

“Explore

“Oh fuck”

“Squirt me”

“Make me a urinal”

“Down my throat

“Yyyeeesss”

“Yes…yes…yes”

“Harder “

“Harder”

“HARDER”

“Aaaaahhh”

“Yyyyeeeessss”

“FUCK”

“JUiCy”

“Best drink ever “

“Spun me around “

The end

#jesse metcalfe #hypnosis #mind control #reprogramming #hypno slave #mind alteration #phone call #subliminal messages

[kjack89]

Two Sides to Every Story

Just a little modern AU E/R fluff for a Sunday night.

The Musain August 18, 2023 10:15am

“God, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hungover,” Bossuet groaned as he pulled open the door to the Musain, automatically taking a step back to let Joly in first.

Joly just laughed. “You say that every weekend,” he pointed out. “Which means there’s probably a lesson in there about hanging out with Grantaire and its long-term effect on our livers.”

Bossuet just grunted an acknowledgement. “Right, so, you get the drinks, and I’ll find Grantaire?” he suggested.

“Perfect.”

It wasn’t like Grantaire was hard to spot by any stretch of the imagination, but there was a greater than passing chance that he hadn’t made it in yet, or had fallen asleep in the back room, or was emptying his stomach in the bathroom. 

But worse, to Bossuet’s immediate irritation, Grantaire was awake, seemingly hangover-free, and on the phone. He gave Bossuet a wave when he saw him, but didn’t hang up. “Yeah, no, I totally get it,” he said, his tone making it entirely obvious who he was talking to, which only made Bossuet’s irritation grow. “Takeout’s fine, you know me, I’m flexible.” He winked at Bossuet, who rolled his eyes. “In more ways than one.”

“No, no, don’t mind me, I’ll just sit here listening to you badly propositioning your boyfriend,” Bossuet grumbled, though despite his irritation and raging hangover, he didn’t quite sound as sour as he had intended. Probably because he had been wanting this for Grantaire for, like, ever, and at the end of the day, he was a bit of a softie. “Tell Enjolras I say hi.”

“Bossuet says hi,” Grantaire said dutifully, his smile widening at whatever Enjolras said in response. Then he straightened, his smile fading, just slightly. “Oh, sure. Love you.”

He paused, and Bossuet glanced at him, wondering what Enjolras was saying in response to that. After all, it’s not like the man was renowned for his sentimental side—

“Nuh-uh,” Grantaire said, his grin back in full force. “I love you more.”

Turns out when Bossuet was wrong, he was really wrong.

“No, I love you more.”

Bossuet rolled his eyes again, glancing around to see if Joly was on his way with the drinks to rescue him from having to listen to this.

“No, you hang up first.” Grantaire laughed at whatever Enjolras said. “I love you, talk to you tonight.”

He hung up and grinned that same stupid, dopey grin at Bossuet, who just gave him a withering look. “You two are revolting. You know that, right?”

“And here I thought you believed in true love,” Grantaire said innocently, snickering and dodging Bossuet’s half-hearted attempt to sock him in the arm. 

His phone buzzed on the table and he reached for it, but Bossuet beat him to it, picking it up and glancing down at the screen to read the text. “From Enjolras,” he read out loud. “I love you the most.”

He mimed throwing up while Grantaire wrestled his phone back from him, laughing. Joly arched an eyebrow as he carried their drinks over to the table. “Do I even want to know?”

“No,” Bossuet and Grantaire said at the same time.

City Hall 10:15am

“Anyway, this is our third meeting with the Civilian Office of Police Accountability, and needless to say, we’re getting nowhere,” Enjolras said with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he glanced down the hallway. “And I know tonight’s supposed to be date night, but I was hoping I could talk you into takeout at my place instead.”

“Yeah, no, I totally get it,” Grantaire said immediately, and Enjolras let out a breath he didn’t even realize he’d been holding. Of course, he’d really had no reason to be worried – this thing with Grantaire was easy in a way that Enjolras had never allowed himself to believe a relationship could be. As easy and as perfect as Enjolras had hoped it would be when he finally let himself admit what seemingly everyone else had already put together on their own. “Takeout’s fine, you know me, I’m flexible.” Enjolras preemptively rolled his eyes, already knowing what was coming by the smirk he heard in Grantaire’s voice. “In more ways than one.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Enjolras said dryly.

Grantaire’s grin sounded particularly self-satisfied when he said, “Bossuet says hi.”

“And Combeferre’s on his way here, so once he arrives, we’ll have ourselves a quorum.” The secretary poked her head out into the hallway and gestured at him, and Enjolras sighed. “Shit, I gotta go. Honestly, I’m tempted to just offer to withdraw the complaint against the department as a whole if it mean they’d actually do fuck all about the officers involved. Anyway, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Oh, sure,” Grantaire said, much more seriously than before. “I love you.”

Enjolras glanced over as the elevator doors dinged and Combeferre got off. “Uh-huh, you as well,” he said, a little distractedly, because Combeferre looked particularly grim, and Enjolras had a feeling he wasn’t going to like where this conversation was headed.

“Nuh-uh, I love you more.”

“Right,” Enjolras said blankly, tempted to ask if Grantaire was having a stroke. “Anyway—”

“No, I love you more.”

Enjolras’s eyes narrowed at Grantaire’s slightly gleeful tone. He might not have the slightest idea what Grantaire was doing, but judging by his tone, Grantaire sure did. “We’ll continue this conversation later—” he started warningly.

“No, you hang up first.”

“—no matter how fascinating this display of justification for homicide may be.”

Grantaire had the nerve to laugh. “I love you. Talk to you tonight.”

Enjolras hung up and forced a grimace masquerading as a smile at Combeferre. “You look like you have good news,” he said.

Combeferre just shook his head. “Dare I ask what that was?” he said mildly.

“Absolutely not,” Enjolras said firmly, typing a quick text to Grantaire: I love you the most. “So what’s going on that makes you look like someone’s died?”

“The mayor picked a new police superintendent,” Combeferre said, and Enjolras paused in the middle of composing his follow-up text.

“Well, that’s…” He trailed off, realization hitting. “Meaning COPA’s going to want to delay this until the superintendent gets approved by the Council and sworn in.”

Combeferre nodded. “Most likely.”

Something I want you to remember when I kill you with my bare hands tonight.

Enjolras clicked send on the second text before looking back at Combeferre. “Then in that case, fuck ‘em.”

Combeferre blinked. “Fuck ‘em?” he repeated, more intrigued than concerned. “Dare I ask what precisely you mean by that?”

“I mean fuck ‘em,” Enjolras said. “They’ve been trying to keep this quiet but if all they want to do is obfuscate and delay, let them. They’re not allowed to speak to the press about ongoing investigations, but we sure as fuck can.”

Combeferre nodded slowly. “You want to threaten to go to the press if they won’t move the investigation along.”

Enjolras’s phone dinged and he glanced down at it automatically. You said you were tempted to withdraw the complaint, the text from Grantaire said. Bet you’re not nearly so tempted now.

Enjolras felt a sharp smile stretch across his face. “Well played,” he murmured, so that Combeferre couldn’t quite hear him. “And no, I don’t want to threaten. I want us to do it. We’ll hold a press conference this afternoon, share everything we have. Should make for a nice little mess for the newly minted superintendent to deal with when he starts.”

The hint of a smile played at the corners of Combeferre’s mouth. “Burn it all to the ground,” he said.

Enjolras just shrugged. “Well, since Courfeyrac couldn’t make this meeting, someone’s gotta do it.”

Combeferre’s smile widened, and he gestured for Enjolras to lead the way. “By all means, don’t let me stop you.”

Enjolras grinned as he glanced down at his phone and another text from Grantaire: You still going to kill me?

Jury’s still out, Enjolras sent back, hesitating before adding, But we’ve landed on a strategy of fuck ‘em and burn it all to the ground, so the odds look in your favor.

You’re welcome, Grantaire sent back, and Enjolras rolled his eyes.

If that’s your way of fishing for gratitude, good luck with that. He paused before adding, I love you.

A moment later, just as the secretary was letting them into the office for their meeting, Grantaire responded: Uh-huh, you as well ;)

Enjolras just rolled his eyes as he slipped his phone into his pocket, though he couldn’t help but smile.

#exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #enjolras #grantaire #fanfiction #les miserables #modern au #established relationship #fluff #phone calls #text messages #drabble

[leonardcohenofficial]

i am really really excited and grateful to have gotten a campus visit (i.e. to be a top three candidate) and also don't want to set my hopes too high and put all my eggs in one basket PLUS have the continual and deep imposter syndrome to deal with so today has been equal parts of this meme

#literally the only academic mood ever i hate it here #anyways; what a trip #glad i actually picked up the phone call i got as i was just about to take a nap because leaving a message is always awkward with these #types of calls