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#voicemail: received.
tobeblamed · 11 days
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jami vc: am i your favourite yet?
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" — y'know what? yes you are. "
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stevenose · 3 months
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answering machine - 3/?
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You have 1 new message and 0 old messages. Saturday, January 13th at 7:57 pm:
Mmmph. Hey, sweet thing. Just givin’ you a call. You’re on your knees for me right now but I thought a voicemail would be nice to come home to. What?! I’m just bein’ a gentleman. I’m not drunk! Ugh, here you go, always got somethin’ to say….
Ah! Yes! C’mon, lemme fuck your face, t-take my cock. Oh, good whore. So god damn pretty when y’drool, honey. What do you think, huh? Maybe you were made for suckin’ my cock. Shit… think about it and get back to me. Gonna send you home with my cum on your tongue - can y’still taste it when you’re listening to this? Jesus, honey - ‘m gonna keep you. You gonna touch yourself to this when you get home? Here, listen to how messy your tight throat sounds - sounded -
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ebonyheartnet · 5 months
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Followed you for Autisum power, and cause I have used my reblogs up for today.
Keep going
Lmao, I will definitely continue to menace society accidentally on purpose.
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makkasbuns · 28 days
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cried in a verizon today and had to apologize to the employees because it wasn’t their fault but I was frustrated that my phone wasn’t working when I’m trying to job hunt and my dad doesn’t know his own account info
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curly-cottage-girl · 1 year
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Ahh what a good day to sit down with my coffee and read the latest travel update email that my good friend Jonathan has sent me.
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arlo-venn · 5 months
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There was some sort of mishap in communication with the eye institute, but I called back to make sure they didn’t forget about me and now I have an appointment at the eye institute’s urgent eye care tomorrow morning at 8:30.
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jabitha-endgame · 2 years
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See I'm convinced certain stans of that other ship featuring Jughead don't watch the Jabitha scenes, which is why they think, they make no sense, had/have no build up, don't seem like a couple and are forcing a romance, then when we get an episode that is Jabitha centric they act like it "came out of nowhere" and hate on Tabitha and Erinn. Inagine watching the last 2 seasons of Riverdale and thinking Tabi has done nothing for Jug, accusing her of not trying to save him even though she time 1/2
2/2-traveled over 1300 times to try and prevent his death. Meanwhile thinking Betty "he's not my problem anymore and shouldn't be yours" Cooper is the definition of epic devoted true love. Imagine an FBI agent refusing took for a missing person, when people are actively going missing along the highway and thinking that person has done more and loves Jughead more than Tabitha. To say nothing of the fact she is actively in a relationship with the person she cheated on Jug and her BFF Veronica with
They literally tune her out and dismiss her, which is why they always feel blindsided (and if they continually feel like this, maybe take note that this is in fact the direction of the show?).
Jughead made one call out of Riverdale last season, and it was to Tabitha with the romantic intention to finish their dance - Jabitha has been going on and going strong since season 5 started, it's not our fault people chose to bury their heads in the sand, and now that the final season is approaching they have to face reality...
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six-of-ravens · 10 months
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i love watching in realtime when the delivery driver realizes they've got the wrong address
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tobeblamed · 21 days
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If anyone ever calls you beekeeping age you should be offended and don’t ask why
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" — what is that, another tiktok trend? "
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miserymisume · 2 years
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Support hotline for monsters trying to fit in among humans
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stellaeforged · 2 years
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😯 for nat && thomas!!
meme // accepting !
😯 : a surprised voicemail
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'-- um, hey baby, i just came back from the doctor for the um, fertility questions, and um, shit, how do i even--?' there's a quivering in her breath and a clear of her throat, struggling even more to keep the lump down. ' i -- i'm not sure how to talk about this sorta stuff on the phone, it's a long story, i'm probably the one making it long, i just -- it's a lot to unpack, i think. i ... ugh, i don't know why this is so hard to say.' voice cracks and the sting in her eyes worsens, heel of her palm digging into her eyes to keep from crying. ' baby, just -- when you can, i know you're busy with work, we -- we can talk about this at home. i'm sorry, i'm making this so long, um, i'm gonna end the message now. i love you so much, mi vida, please be safe, i'll see you at home, okay? te amo. '
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There is no worse feeling than finally working up to placing a phone call for some important reason only to get voicemail
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ophthalmotropy · 2 years
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legacywritten · 2 months
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updated ( misc. ) tags !
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hellothere06 · 8 months
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Welp... My dumbass just realized why I'm being called by random people asking for CVS
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churipu · 2 months
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STRAIGHT TO VOICEMAIL 𓆝 ⋆。𖦹°‧
ִ ࣪𖤐 featuring. gojo satoru
ִ ࣪𖤐 warnings. cursing, mentions of death, gojo being sad and angry, 2006 gojo geto shoko.
note. for some reason i feel angsty today and i just saw this prompt on pin, just had to write it lol.
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gojo has never loathed himself more than when he missed your call — your very last call.
"i could've fuckin' saved them, suguru." gojo blankly stared at the ceiling, his head thrown back onto the couch's rest; he was conflicted, he didn't know what to do. it was as if his motoric abilities had just stopped all of a sudden.
"satoru . . ."
"i could've fuckin' saved y/n." the white haired male mumbled out, his face scrunching in frustration.
gojo has dealt with death. a lot. the concept of death isn't a stranger to him anymore, not in this world — and to think that he'd actually be alive to experience deaths of his loved ones, thinking he could have done so much more made him hate himself.
god, gojo hated crying in front of other people. the aura in the room was palpable. nobody spoke —nobody dared to speak— and the only sound resounding was the vague ticking belonging to the clock hanging on the wall.
"i could've fuckin' saved them," the male repeated for the third time, his voice breaking that he had to inhale sharply to stop himself from breaking down right there.
gojo pushed himself up, placing his palms above his eyes, pressing down on them harshly; he lets out a loud sigh, "where the fuck did it all go wrong?"
"y/n was killed in action . . ." god, gojo wanted to rip his hair out when yaga called him in privately to say that. the male had lost count of how many times the statement repeated in his mind.
frankly, it's haunting.
out of all the news he could have received today, he never expected to hear your death lulling into his eardrums. so soon. so many things swirling in his mind all at once that even he, deemed the strongest, felt the sensation of losing. he felt weak.
"hi, 'toru — you're probably busy since my call went straight to voice mail, but 'm just saying . . . i love you, and i miss you. so much." there was a slight pause and your breathing shallowed into the mic, every single detail in your last moments were graved in that file, "'m not sure if . . . i'll be back as soon as i promised, but, i just want you to know that whatever happens. happens."
there was a slight static before your soft voice recoiled back into the mic, "i've never broken any promises to you, but this might be the very first time — and just know that i've never wanted to do this, i fucking hate myself for this," your voice broke slightly, "'m bleeding. a lot. but 'm trying to stop it just like how ieiri taught me. and i think 'm doing shit at it . . . i don't know what happened, and how it happened; but 'm not doing okay."
"i don't want to die, 'toru." you whispered into the mic, hoarse and weak — feeling the life drain out, "i really don't want to die . . . i have so many things i want to do with you, and suguru, and ieiri . . ." you murmur out, inhaling sharply but it all ended up with you coughing out in pain.
"remember that time i said i wanted to open a pet hotel . . ? i don't know if you think i was joking, but i was really serious about opening one," you began to mumble out, all in random directions — none of your words make any sense anymore, and you could barely keep yourself awake.
"i don't want to die, please," you pleaded, desperate for life. no matter what you did at this point — the light inside of you was almost out, and you can't do anything about it, "fuck. i hate this. so much, 'toru."
"i want to see you again. i miss you. i miss you so so much," you softly murmur out, " . . . i love you. i love you so much, satoru."
and everything ended right after. including you.
gojo has never loathed himself more than when he missed your call. your. very. last. call.
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