Who-Was-Phone

Big Fun [Part Two]

Orphan Brigade [High School Years]: Geoffs boys are growing up fast. They’re attending High School, meeting girls and participating in epic heists.

Trigger Warnings: Guns, Violence, Blood


Michael was missing, kidnapped by a rival gang.The remaining lads were staging a rescue mission, but given how intoxicated they were from Meg’s party, Geoff wasn’t optimistic about their chances. 

“We’re going to have to call in some help for this one.” Geoff stated, pulling out his phone.

“Who are you calling?” Ryan asked as he grabbed his black skull mask.

“Some old friends.” 

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i also find it hilarious that her father would be bragging to the press… like i can imagine that my mother would just scream at me for around 3 months and my father would only accept my calls to reply ‘old phone who dis’

I Believe In Nothing (100 Suns Sequel: Chapter 27)

(A/N: Enjoy!)

The line went dead.

Tom sighed frustrated and put the phone back in it’s place before turning to his daughter. She stood eagerly, playing with her fingers, doll like eyes staring up at him to find out who was on the phone, just like every other time. He knelt down in front of her with a pull of his trousers and a stern but soft look to his face.

“Now honey, what has daddy told you about answering the phone?” He asked, grabbing her hand.

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You deserve someone who wants to give you a fucking text back, y’know? Someone who wants you, only you, and makes you feel wanted. Someone who can’t help but message you first thing in the morning when the sun light is slow-dancing through the curtain, and they’re barely waking. Someone who wants to spend their drunken Friday nights with you, but also their lazy lemonade Sundays. Someone who holds their one-person umbrella right above you when it’s bucketing down, so that you’re sheltered, even if it means they get soaked through. You deserve someone who thinks of you, often. Someone who calls you on the phone at the end of a long day, because they want to hear the sound of your voice before they drift off into slumber. Someone who makes plans with you on a Tuesday evening, because the weekend is just too far away, and who cares if we have to go to work the next day. Someone who says definitely, not maybe, and follows through. You deserve to hear a song on the radio that makes you melt on the inside at the mere thought of this someone. Someone who could watch you sleeping for hours at a time, and be perfectly content in the grace and stillness of that moment. Someone who steals a cheeky kiss when you’re mid-sentence and least expecting to find their lips. Someone who will happily pig out on pizza with you in bed, and not judge the sweatpants & top knot look you’re sporting. Someone who is just that into you. You deserve someone who challenges the both of you constantly; someone who makes you strive to be better each day, because they’re trying to be better too. Someone you can count on to stick around when the shit hits the fan, which it will. Someone who chooses to lift you up, always. You deserve magic, and fireworks, and confetti canons exploding in your clear blue skies. You deserve someone who will always be careful with your heart, because they know just how fragile it already was before they held it. Someone who’s heart aches whenever yours does. Someone who wakes up next to you each day feeling like they’ve hit the jackpot, over and over again, and thinking what on earth did they do in their past life to be so damn lucky. You deserve someone’s complete attention. Someone who looks at you, and I mean really sees you, and all of the beauty you hold. You deserve to be someone’s first choice. Someone’s best friend. Someone’s partner in crime. Someone’s everything. You deserve to be loved; and loved extraordinarily well. And to be told that you are loved, every single day

– Thought Catalog

I just explained my issues with executive dysfunction to my dad and holy shit he gets it!


I described it like this: 

Imagine you’re back at AllPro(where he worked) with fifty phones and they’re all ringing. You want to answer them all because they’re all equal priority. That’s an environmental cue– phones are generally a ‘respond immediately’ cue.

Picking up a phone is a simple thing. You know it’s as easy as deciding which phone to answer and reaching out to pick it up, but your brain is saying “I must answer all of them!” The phones are ringing, and you can’t make your body reach out to pick one up because you don’t have fifty arms to reach out, you don’t have fifty ears to listen with, you don’t have a brain that can process and respond to fifty conversations and you don’t have fifty mouths that can all say different things all at the same time. 

Either you do it all simultaneously or nothing will happen. You can want to do it so bad it makes you cry, and you can’t make a decision because no choice seems like the right one. So the task stays unfinished and you get frustrated every time somebody reminds you to “just do it, it’s not that hard!” Because yes, it really IS that hard.

Now, if you had somebody who could point to which phone to answer, you can do it fine. That’s a prompt. Prompting removes the ‘middle man’ thought that says ‘do it all at once’ and gets you to focus on tasks one at a time instead of seeing them as some towering insurmountable mess.

Dad looked at me for a couple of seconds and said something to the effect of, “I didn’t know doing things were that hard for you.”

This is a major, major, major breakthrough between us because dad had it in his head that I left things messy because I didn’t care. While that’s crappy of him to assume, teaching him how that’s not the case and having him really understand it is a huge deal.

Now that my sleeping beauty of a boyfriend is awake i could finally scan this :D

FAPuary page 1. Smol iwaois. and a chibi to fill empty space o_O” .. i need to practice them. Onwards to finish Page 2! I tried to not use the eraser as much so .. a lot of this would usually be redrawn :’D… defeats the purpose though.

Taken for Granted (pt 3)

As Namjoon closed the door behind him, he stood by the entrance, snickering to himself. “Her? Liking me? Wahh” he said silently to himself. He wasn’t sure what it was he was feeling now, but he couldn’t stop smiling. “As if I’d like her?” he said again to himself.

“Hyung what are you doing by yourself there?” Jungkook asked curiously.

“Huh? Oh nothing” Namjoon said, flustered.


(One week later)

“Hey guys, Y/N isn’t coming today! Looks like it’s just us tonight” Jin said, filling his voice through the dorm.

“Awh, whyyy” Taehyung asked, coming out of the living room.

“She said she’s sick” Jin said with a frown.

“Let’s go there then! We can bring her food” Taehyung said, excitedly.

“Yah, if she’s sick she should just rest. She can’t be taking care of you guys too” Jin scolded.

Taehyung walked back to the living room with his head held down. He was looking forward to watching the movie you two had discussed a few weeks ago, but it looks like it would have to wait another week. 

Namjoon meanwhile, listened to everything silently from the dining table. “That’s weird, she never falls sick…” he said to himself. 

“What’s that? Couldn’t hear you” Hoseok said, sitting across from him,

“oh, no it’s nothing” Namjoon said.

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the signs as ppl i saw at the airport at 4 am
  • Aries: the pilot that had a bottle of pepsi and a bottle of coke in his hands and looked at both for a long while before buying them both, mixing them into the same cup, and downing the whole cup in one swing.
  • Taurus: the old guy who accidentally threw his phone in the trash and got his two year old granddaughter to dig it out of the trash
  • Gemini: the guy across the waiting area from me that bought a whole bag of black licorice and poured it in his mouth
  • Cancer: the lady that has spider earrings in February
  • Leo: the obvious just-married couple that started making out aggressively in starbucks
  • Virgo: the guy trimming his nose hairs in the bathroom
  • Libra: the guy whose flight got delayed by and hour and he just kinda. collapsed into a chair and he looked like he was about to sob.
  • Scorpio: the very nice lady that asked me how old i was and how highschool was and offered me a cookie from her purse. it was stale and had a bite taken out of it.
  • Sagittarius: this 5 year old girl that was wearing five jackets while her parents wore shorts
  • Capricorn: that guy in gate 69 who would dab every time someone said "69" over the intercom
  • Aquarius: this girl talking on the phone to her husband and trying to explain how to make a perfect eyeliner wing
  • Pisces: the guy who obviously lost his luggage and was wearing a too-small powderpuff girl shirt and bags under his eyes.
  • Maggie: *At L-Corp* So who wears the pants in your relationship Luthor?
  • Lena: Pardon?
  • Maggie: Come on, you and Kara. Who's the top?
  • Lena: That's-
  • Maggie: The Alpha.
  • Lena: Actually-
  • Maggie: The Daddy.
  • Lena: Look-
  • Maggie: The Dom to your Sub.
  • Lena: IT'S KARA, SHES THE DADDY, THE ALPHA, MY DOM, TOP TO THE BOTTOM. *takes breath* Are.. you.. happy..now..Detective?
  • Maggie: *clears throat* Uh Lena, I may or may not have been sitting on your intercom for your entire building.
  • Lena: ...Maggie Alejandra Sawyer
  • Maggie: That's not my middle-
  • Lena: Do you mean to tell me my entire building just heard me admit I am not a top like they believe me to be?
  • Maggie: Ahaha *shuffles feet* Maybe?I mean who even listens-
  • Lena: *phone rings* Hello?
  • Jess: Ms. Luthor on behalf of the entire L-Corp staff we would like to say despite you being a bottom we still respect you fiercely and Detective Sawyer might want to get off of the intercom button.
  • Lena: *whispers* Thank you very much Jess.
  • Maggie: *looks up* I'm gonna go.
  • Lena: *glares* Please do.
The Ipliers Interact (part 6)

Dr. Iplier: So what are you exactly..?

Google: I am an extension of the Google search engine, created for the primary objective of answering questions as quickly as possible.

Dr. Iplier: So you’re basically like Siri.

Google: NO. I am NOT like Siri!

Warfstache walks in: Hey Cortana, come here.

Google: You assholes are going to make me short circuit.