the cell phone series

The Cell Phone

You texted me that it was over. Not even words, just emoji you expected me to figure out before you blocked me. I’d kissed you goodbye at seven, you said I’d see you at five. We’d exchanged our usual grin after. You didn’t return any of my texts when I was on breaks, but I figured you’d forgot to turn your phone on, didn’t think anything of it until I came home to the apartment half-empty, the text on my phone. Your keys on the table.

No note, no explanation. I went for a walk, in the direction we always did. The habits of ten years don’t die overnight. I walked faster than normal, texted you to no reply six times. And did the only thing I could think do, the only thing that was real: I threw my cell phone into the ocean in one overhand throw of over five hundred dollars left on the plan. You never liked that I could think of things like that, but you’d never had to. There was a wall between us. I collected coupons. You barely knew what they were. I didn’t think it was insurmountable. I never thought anything between us was. The world is made of walls, but we are ladders: with our words, our poetry, our art and hopes. Every dream a rope ladder to the moon. If we both want it to reach. If we can trust that the other will carry us, and I would have sworn we did.

You’ll never read this. It isn’t for you. I don’t even know if it’s for me. I walked home, packed things up. The boy who arrived was from a few doors down, I think. I’m not sure. He was eleven and helped. He didn’t ask a question, didn’t offer a single word. Just helped me pack everything and after handed me my cell phone. I mean, everything was on it, as if it was mine but that wasn’t possible. Maybe I hadn’t thrown it, maybe I had.

“I made sure you’re unblocked,” the boy said, and his eyes understood everything. The understanding took my breath away. He hugged me and left, and I don’t know if he was real. Some days I think he wasn’t. On really bad days I pretend you weren’t, but I can’t do it for long. We were friends for five years, lovers together in that apartment for ten. We meant too much to each other to ever be friends again and that’s hard to say, harder to understand sometimes. But being friends isn’t the same, doesn’t have the same depth, the same richness. I couldn’t go back, couldn’t pretend that never happened.

I’m certain beyond telling that if I sent you a text now, you wouldn’t be able to block it. But I don’t. I hope I’m strong enough that I never will.

plus size series: luke

He clutched his cell phone tightly in his palm, he waited to her her smile pop up on the screen, the picture that she had no idea that he even had taken, let alone made his lockscreen. He threw the phone onto the cold, empty bed and walked over to the bathroom, he look a good look at himself, he looked terrible and he knew it; blood shot eyes, messy hair, overgrown beard. He splashed some cold water on his face and sat in the same position he had been for the last 4 hours. 

“Mate..you gotta let it go.” Calum leaned up against the doorway with a frown on his face. 

“I can’t.” Luke mumbled to himself and grabbed his phone, pressing the home button repeatedly. “Goddamn it.” He shouted and threw the phone in Calum’s direction. 

“It’s been a week.” Calum rolled his eyes and flopped down on the bed beside his best friend, his heartbroken best friend. 

“She told me to go fuck myself. She hates me. We never fight.” He stared off in space, trying to blink back the tears that were forming in his. She always used to giggle and poke his cheeks when he’d tear up like this during sad movies. 

“It was your fault Luke. She didn’t do anything wrong.” Calum gripped Luke’s arm tightly and he flinched away, remembering what happened. The way she looked up at him, her plump pink bottom lip quivering, her chunky fingers wrapped around his tshirt in anger. She’d told him that she loved him, more than a friend. And he responded with making a face like he’d just seen roadkill, and simply the word “oh”. He didn’t mean to react that way, Luke was never good with feelings. He was never good with expressing the way he felt, but she was. And if Luke was being completely honest with himself, he had fallen head over heels for her within the first week of knowing her, 4 years ago now. His dick would twitch when her shirt would ride up, showing off the soft skin that she rarely showed. Drool would sometimes escape the corner of his mouth when he’d accidentally see her changing, the stretch marks covering her thighs, arms, butt, stomach only made her even more beautiful to him. On a normal day, he would do nothing but sit around and think about her, all the boys knew he was far gone for her, and god they wanted Luke not to fuck things up with her. 

“You don’t think I know that?” He yelled. 

“Christ sakes Luke. Just go to her place! What’s the worst that could happen? There’s no way she could stop loving you in week.” 

“You don’t know her like I do.” Luke grumbled, recalling the scattered boyfriends she’d had over the years. How she could cut the chord with them in about a day, almost like she’d never cared at all. Luke’s stomach felt unsettled, he couldn’t bear the though of going the rest of his life without her. The way she’d cuddle up into his chest, he’d always slide his hand between her thick thighs to ‘keep his hands warm’, she thought it was funny, it turned on Luke to no end. He stood up abruptly and slid his shoes on, grabbing his keys and phone off of the floor and running out the front door to the car, which still had the fruity smell of her lingering from the passengers seat. He sped down the street, he could probably drive to her apartment with his eyes closed by this point in his life. He was praying she would answer the door, he wanted to wrap his arms around her, he wanted to kiss her. God did he want to kiss her. He parked in visitors and saw her car parked in the normal spot, some old lady let him in the front door so he didn’t even get the rejection of buzzing. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his hand hovering over the door, fist ready to knock. He took a deep breath and knocked, his entire body freezing up, he’d never told anyone that he was inlove with them before. He’d never been inlove with anyone else but her. She swung the door open, she was in his old Weezer tshirt with nothing but boy short underwear underneath. He swallowed the saliva in his throat and opened his mouth to speak, she slammed the door in his face. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here Luke?” She shouted through the door. 

“Please Y/N..open the door..” He mumbled against the hard wood. 

“I’m not really up for being completely humiliated today thank you.” She said and Luke’s heart slowed down and started to hurt at the fact that he had hurt her. She was tough, rarely ever cried, never reacted to the things people would say about her. 

“Remember when we first met? Remember when you called me a lanky fuckhead?” He heard her stifle a giggle from behind the door. “We’ve come a long ass way since then. You’ve been there for me during the best and worst times of my life, you’re crazy if you think I’m going to let you go this easy.” He breathed out and the door flew open. She was internally fighting every urge to kiss him, he could see it in her eyes.

“Say it.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Or I’ll shut the door in 3-2-”

“I’m inlove with you.” He spat out and it felt like a 500 pound weight was lifted off of his shoulders. “I love your curves and all your edges..all your perfect imperfections-” She laughed and punched his shoulder.

“Stop quoting John Legend lyrics you idiot, can’t you just be serious for one second?” She pulled him in by the collar of the shirt and wrapped her arms around him, digging her face into his chest. “I missed you…so much. It was so weird..not talking to you, it killed me. You look like shit by the way.” She smiled and looked up at him, she really didn’t mean it. Because to her, Luke always looked like the love of her life. Luke kissed the top of her head. “The beard is pretty hot though..”

“Oh yeah?” Luke raised his eyebrow and looked down at her, the adorable blush spreading across her cheeks. 

“Yeah.” She stuck her tongue out and he brushed the loose hair falling down in front of her face behind her ear. 

“Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He mumbled before cupping her cheek and placing a hard kiss on her lips. He’d been waiting so long to kiss her, and now that he finally had, he just wanted to kiss her for the rest of his life. He rested his forehead on hers and she smirked. “God, your lips are perfect. And your cute little nose.  And your eyes, I could just stare into them forever I swear to god.” 

“Lukeeee.” She whined and giggled. “Stop being all cheezy and weird now. I don’t want this to change everything..” She frowned and Luke shook his head.

“Nothing is going to change, except for the fact that I get to finally kiss you and tell you all the dirty things I want to do with you.” He licked his lips and all the hair on the back of her neck stood up. 

 “Dork.” 

“You love me.” 

“Unfortunately..”

“Rude!” Luke pulled her into a crushing hug and kissed her face all over, he swore to god he’d never been this happy in his entire life.

10

[ITEM] Teletia S & Transformation Cell Phone Lunatia L.

Series: Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon

Kana: テレティアS & 変身携帯ルナティアL
Romaji: Teretia Esu & Henshin Keitai Runatia Eru

Users: Usagi Tsukino, Ami Mizuno, Rei Hino, Makoto Kino, Minako Aino, Luna
First appearance: Act 1
Last appearance: Act Zero
Status: See below.

TRIVIA

  • These replaced the classic wrist communicators that were seen in both the manga and the anime series.
  • Only Usagi, Ami, Rei, and Makoto used their Teletia S devices to create disguises and random everyday wear. However, Minako did use hers on occasion to conjure her Sailor V costume.
  • The Lunatia L was merely a transformation item with phone capabilities. It never procured a change of clothes like the Teletia S.
  • The Teletia S phones were not shown in the Special Act. Makoto, Usagi, and Ami instead all owned regular, clamshell-style cell phones. Since Luna still had her Sailor Senshi powers intact, her Lunatia L was presumably still available.
List of things that make Bard American.
  • A reference to experiences back in Arizona.* “This reminds me of a situation back in Arizona.” It might indicate that he served in the western parts of the country, however Arizona hadn’t been founded until 1912. But Yana has a habit of placing things in Black Butler that weren’t there during the actual time it takes place. [Cell Phones, and convertibles-possibly even TV series-the first TV picture however was projected in 1878,but even then I don’t think it’s accurate to the time]
  • He was a veteran in some American war. Whether he fought for the British or for Americans, I’m not exactly sure because not much is known about his move to Britain. I always assumed it was because Sebastian found him on the battlefield, as you can see in Chapter 44-Wailing. [Picture is on my headcanons page]
  • He’s constantly making remarks about his ‘home country’ which proves that he’s at least not from England. 
  • He does make referene to superman, [In Chapter 1/Volume 1-he puts his arm around Sebastian and says “In my country we’d call a guy like you ‘superman’ and then next to them you see an image of Superman albeit with a line across his eyes]

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In 2010, when Tim Kaine he was about to leave office, he left a surprise for his successor, Bob McDonnell: He hid a series of cell phones in out-of-reach places – such asinside the walls and atop elevators – and would call them at various times during the night. You may recognize this as a prank Jim pulls on Andy in The Office, and much like in that episode, we imagine Governor McDonnell was required to attend anger management classes after he finally found all of the phones days later. Not content to be the final butt of this hilarious ongoing joke, McDonnell chose to pass the torch in 2014. He hid an alarm clock, set to go off at 4 a.m., in the bedroom of his successor, Terry McAuliffe. Being an early riser, McAuliffe managed to dodge this particular bullet. But McDonnell had another trick up his sleeve: He had hidden a goddamned taxidermied grizzly bear in the bathroom, which was somewhat more difficult for McAuliffe to avoid.

There’s a clear line of escalation here, which is another way of saying that the next governor of Virginia is going to come home to a mystery mansion full of Home Alone booby traps.

5 Pranks By Politicians With Legendary Senses Of Humor

Disney XD April Premieres Synopsis

Monday, April 04
Original Series - Episode Premiere
Wander Over Yonder “The Party Poopers”
(8:30 - 8:45 P.M. EDT)
Wander fights a massive case of the giggles while trying to impress a race of beings with unusual faces.
TV-Y7

Monday, April 04
Original Series - Episode Premiere
Pickle and Peanut “Cell Phone Tree”
(9:00 - 9:30 P.M. EDT)
The boys convert an old cell phone tree into a tree fort but must protect their new hangout from being TAKEN AWAY by the cell phone company.
TV-Y7

Monday, April 11
Original Series - Episode Premiere
Wander Over Yonder “The Waste of Time”
(8:30 - 8:45 P.M. EDT)
When Wander and Silvia accidentally buy Time Orbbles, Sylvia must keep Wander focused or risk being lost in time forever.
TV-Y7


Monday, April 11
Original Series - Episode Premiere
Pickle and Peanut “Sneaky Patty Sleepover”
(9:00 - 9:30 P.M. EDT)
When Sneaky Patty needs a place to hide out for the night, she shows up at Peanut’s house.

TV-Y7

Monday, April 18
Original Series - Episode Premiere
Pickle and Peanut “Baby Tooth”
(9:00 - 9:30 P.M. EDT)
“Baby Tooth” - Pickle loses his last baby tooth and instantly starts acting like an adult.
TV-Y7

Diversions

“And what is it you want, sir?”

“You. More of you.” His words came without hesitation. “Always more of you, Lily.”

He can’t see me on the other side of a series of cell phone towers. So my lips are free to press together. Sam says things like that sometimes. It sounds like more than we agreed to which makes me nervous. So I change the subject back to something easy.

“I am sorry we have to be apart at the moment, but it’s only a few more weeks.” With his hand so far away from my ass, I decide to get saucy and change the subject at the same time. “Oh, sir, I should probably let you know I got a haircut yesterday.”

“Lily.” It wasn’t my name. It was a warning.

Still, I grinned. “Yes?”

“It had better grow out to a length suitable for pulling in two weeks’ time.” He actually sounded angry. “If it has not, I shall be displeased, Kitten.”

Damn. He used the pet name he knows I hate. That’s not anger. Sam was livid. I wondered how far I could push this.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t want to displease you.”

“Displease you….?”

I knew what he wanted to hear, but time apart and distance had my contrary nature on a roll. Instead of finishing his sentence I swiped through the gallery on my phone, picked out the photo of me in a lacey see-through body suit and texted it to him.

“Exquisite as always, Kitten. However, this does not change my course of action.” I held my breath in anticipation of the reprimand. “Your hair in this picture is still of pulling length. Therefore, you have either lied to me.” Uh, oh. “Or this picture is days old and you are not wearing that lovely scrap at this very moment.”

I had a strong suspicion it would make no difference to tell the truth at this point.

“I have purchased several new implements and had thought to introduce them slowly over the next month or so.” Sam’s tone was measured with no inflection. “When we next meet, you should be sure to bring the soothing balm with the scent you like.”

I had only wanted to distract him from his original comments. I think it backfired.

LKT © 2016

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