#dead phone

[midnightxfaiiry]

Scrolling my last 3% of battery on tumblr.com. ♡

[woahitswednesday]

My phone has officially, completely died 😭

If you messaged me on Snapchat or anything, I haven't seen it and I won't for a bit cause I have no idea how I'll be getting a new phone when I can still barely afford food. So that's super fun.

If for some reason you want to help me with any of this, I can at least still access my paypal, although not my cashapp 🙃 feel free to message me.

I also had to get a flu shot today and I'm super hoping I don't get any symptoms from that. Soooo fingers crossed.

[punk-rock-is-not-dead]

Holy god... what is with the Big T??

First it says that Tabby @moonravensims is here and then, not? Make up your fucking mind.

Welp, I am in a world of hurt rn, as my dumb phone decided to crap out on me. I am getting a new one next Friday... rn I'm using Julie's phone to check my sugars. Bless her heart. 🖤

Well... I gotta eat lunch and do the dishes. :)

Sammy

[kittydeliverycomic]

I thought it would be fine. It was not fine.

[arveeee]

Dead phone

Bishop Losa x Reader

Like always: sorry for my bad English.   

Gif by Mitchmarnii

Bishop was furious. You haven't seen him this angry in a long time. In fact, never. It wasn't just emotion anymore, it was cold rage. He didn't shout, he didn't raise his voice, in fact, he didn't even say anything. He simply walked up to you, led you out of the pub you were in with some girls and opened the truck door. Your first instinct was to protest, but you didn't feel like making a scene in front of your friends. And all it took was one look at Bishop for you to give up saying what you thought about being treated that way. Bishop took off with a squeal of tyres, something he was unlikely to do. 'Fasten your seatbelt,' he growled, and you reached over and tried to fasten your seatbelt clumsily. Bishop stopped the car, leaned over you and violently reached for your seatbelt. He fumbled with them a moment and fastened the belt, pulling it down so that you couldn't move. You wanted to loosen it, but you couldn't, and something told you not to unbuckle it. Bishop moved quickly through the empty streets of Santo Padre driving home. ‘What's going on?’  You finally couldn't stand it and broke the silence, but your man didn't answer anything. 'Is something wrong, Obispo?' You tried again. ‘We'll talk at home', he said quite calmly, but so seriously that you bit your lips and didn't say anything more. 

Bishop stopped the car in front of the house, got out of the car and before you had time to crawl out of your deep seat, he opened the door for you and pulled your elbow. He slammed the door not really softly and pushed you in front of him. You stumbled back, but Bishop grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the front door. You wanted to break free, but he held you tight. Too tight. He let you go for a moment to open the door, but then immediately grabbed you and shoved you inside. He snatched the bag you had in your hands, threw it into a corner and pushed you into the living room, grabbing a stool on the way. He put it in the middle of the living room, sat you on it and started walking around in silence. ‘Is something wrong Bishop?’ He stood in front of you abruptly. - What happened? Are you still asking what happened? - He took a breath and calmed his voice - Where is your fucking phone? ‘in my handbag’ you answered uncertainly. Bishop picked up the bag from the floor and dumped its contents on the floor. He pulled out your phone from the pile of things and showed you the discharged device. ‘Can you explain this to me, sweetheart?’ You looked at the dark screen of the phone. ‘Well... it's discharged‘ you said quietly. You were slowly beginning to understand Bishop's agitation. ‘But…’ - you hesitated to look in your head for a reasonable explanation. ‘I was fucking worried. I didn't know what was happening to you. I've been trying to call you for five hours. I thought something was wrong. You can't do that sort of thing. Do you understand, querida?’ ‘I'm sorry. I didn't mean to’ ’You didn't mean to, you always don't, but…’ ‘It just happened…’ ‘That's right’ Bishop sighed, ‘and what am I supposed to do with you?’ ‘I thought you wouldn't be back until Wednesday… you supposed to be on the run’ ‘That's no excuse for discharged phone. If something had happened, how would you have called for help? I called because I wanted to tell you that we had sorted everything out and I had free time.’ He looked at you with sudden desire, ‘I wanted us to take a few days off. Only you and me. ‘Really? Alone? Bish, it sounds so good’, you stood up and fell into his arms. Bishop kissed you, and then whispered with in your ear ‘Don't think you're getting away with this, querida, the punishment for your stupid behaviour wont miss you’.

[sacesinianxerochrysum]

Steve: What are you guys arguing about? I hear you three floor up

Bucky: Stark stole my phone charger because "science"

Tony: You re old, if you want to talk to someone you can send a letter. And you have a computer

Bucky: WE have a computer, if you re so busy sciencing, give me your computer

Tony: Thats not even a verb!

Bucky: I swear, Stark, if you dont give me a charger right now, I will show you my knowledge about science and the ways I can redirect your funky heart to charge my dead phone

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Steve: Well its not yours but you have one now. You couldnt find mine?

Bucky: He stole mine, you shouldnt be punished for what he did

Steve: Thats. Thats a lot overeacting on a detail, Buck.

Bucky: I was at 1% when I got to the Boss Steve. If it was not for this meddling kid, I would have ended the game.

Steve: *cough* Nerd

Bucky:

[rag1000]

I accidentally murdered my laptop after my phone commited sucide

So two days ago my phone just stopped getting charged. I put in the Jack, switched on the plug, and nothing. So I switched it off. Monday you, it was an iPhone 7 which lasted me a good 3 years. It had like 4000 pics of every place I have been, along with some of the first poems I wrote. And my reading list which was like 100 books big.

Next day, I started to go to a nearby place to get a new one when my foot pulled out the word of my laptop, and the charging port came out, like a poop which is halfway out but not coming out anymore. And now IT won't charge.

Imagine the horror of being a 17 year old without his gadgets for hours.

I forgot that America existed. And the slowness of the day, the mundane nature of life just started to settle in and made the time I spent getting a new phone longer, because when the only music you hear is the sound of traffic, that does something to a person. I came back to the place I was living at, a shell of the person I was, drained of all individuality and spirit.

Basically the stuff which school wasn't able to do to me.

And now, with my new phone, the words just seem to glide out of my mind and into my fingers and into this post as I think about Crowley and Aziraphale doing friendship alliance makeout session while Adam records it for future blackmail.

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

Argh, the replacement battery I got to try to keep my phone on its last legs for another month doesn’t work. It went from 40% to nothing just from checking the weather, then it wouldn’t recharge. I’ve contacted the seller to request a refund.

I’m at least $100 short of being able to afford a replacement phone. If you’re able to spare a few dollars, I would be very grateful https://www.paypal.me/tigerintheflightdeck

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