#calling apps

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10 Best Apps for International Calls

10 Best Apps for International Calls, Landlines and Mobiles; anywhere in the World.

Skype

Call landlines/mobiles worldwide

Pay-as-you-go

Available on: iOS, Android, PC

Google Voice

Free U.S. and low-cost international calls

Powered by Google

U.S. numbers only

Available on: iOS, Android, Web

Viber Out

Call any number (no app needed)

Credit-based international calling

Available on: iOS, Android

Rebtel

No internet needed (uses local lines)

Unlimited plans for many countries

Available on: iOS, Android

TextNow

Free U.S./Canada calling

Low international rates

Available on: iOS, Android, Web

Vonage Mobile

Call over Wi-Fi or 3G/4G

Competitive international rates

Available on: Android

WhatsCall

Earn credits to call globally

Free via credits or cheap top-ups

Available on: Android only

Dingtone

Free calls with earned credits

Cheap international rates

Available on: iOS, Android

Globfone

Web-based, no registration required

Works from browser

Available on: Web only

LINE Out

Extension of LINE app

Call non-LINE users

Available on: iOS, Android

[bruciemilf]

Jason's terribly prolific with technology, okay?

He can hack into the Batcomputer like a surgeon carving life back in someone. He can reassemble twelve types of guns in under two minutes. He can beat STEPH at Mario Kart.

Wayne Phones are just STUPID.

Yes, he wears grandpa glasses, propped up to the bridge of his nose. These multi-colored squares are too small for his fingers, and he can't read the text. This would be way easier with buttons.

Dick, a deserter to his last breath, could help, oh, he could. He just thinks it’s funnier to let Bruce do it. Hovering over Jason’s shoulder, mirroring his deep scowl, like they’re from the same bone.

“Sweetheart, there’s no actual ‘willing hot babes in your area’. That’s a dark web link.”

“Who the fuck is SIRI? How do I make her LEAVE?!”

Whatever. He’ll get it right. Eventually.

Why is Tim grinning, and who came up with ‘Tinder’?

[sanatomis]

cw. none except satoru being disgustingly cute (part 2)

satoru isn’t used to people calling him anything other than his surname. gojo-san to most, gojo-sensei to others. it’s simple, and gets the job done.

only a handful of people stick to calling him by his given name. to them, he’s satoru. it’s easy, and rolls of the tongue, and he greatly prefers it over the sound of his surname. it makes him feel like an actual person.

satoru never entertained the possibility of being called anything else other than those two names. he didn’t think it would ever happen.

for once, he was glad to be proven wrong.

“tough day, pretty?” you ask gently, and he sighs with a nod as he throws himself into your opened arms. his body moulds easily into yours, and he lets out a heavy groan as he settles onto the couch with you. the groan is loud, and over-exaggerated.

it’s so satoru.

you have to stifle a giggle.

“everything went horribly wrong,” he grumbles, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “the higher ups were up my ass again, my students laughed at me again, and when i finally made it to that bakery you liked they were out of your favourite pastries so i couldn’t get them for you—again!”

“oh, my poor baby,” you coo, and gently push his bangs out of his face. he nods in agreement, faking an immense amount of sympathy for himself. “‘s okay, at least you tried, hm? i think that’s very sweet.”

satoru hums, as if he’s deeply thinking about your words. “’m still your baby?” he mumbles, deciding that’s the most important thing right now. his eyes briefly flutter shut, consumed by utter bliss as you play with the hairs on his undercut.

“mhm, still my baby.”

“yeah? what else am i?”

this time you do giggle. he does this sometimes. you aren’t exactly sure why—but on tough days, satoru likes to crawl into your arms and listen to you call him every cheesy nickname under the sun. it’s easily providable and makes him so very happy, so you always indulge him.

“my honey bun.”

“and?”

“my boo bear.”

“mhm.”

“my sweetheart.”

“yes?”

you laugh softly. “my mochi,” you coo, and pinch his cheek. it’s a little squished because he’s laying on your chest, but it emphasises your point.

he grins under your touch. it’s adorable.

“keep them coming, please?” he asks, and you do. you always do, unable to refuse him. especially when he asks so sweetly.

“my sugar cookie.”

“my muffin.”

“my baby cakes.”

“my angel.”

“my love.”

“my husband.”

“h—huh?” satoru stammers, looking up from your chest. he lays his chin on your sternum, baby blue eyes blinking up at you. they’re filled with awe, surprise, and utter glee. “that’s, i’m not. . .”

“just testing the title, baby,” you tell him, and continue playing with his hair. he bathes in your touch and you smile softly as he grabs and kisses the palm of your hand. “what do you think, hm?”

“i think you should call me it again.”

“oh?”

“mhm,” he mumbles.

“my dearest husband.”

“again.”

“my handsome husband.”

“again.”

“my sweet husband.”

“again, please?”

you hum, impressed. “my well-mannered husband.”

satoru chuckles, and lays back down on your chest. his white hair tickles against your skin, and he sighs in content.

“i think i want to be your husband for real.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” he mumbles and nuzzles further into your hold. “y’ve got the same ring size still, right?”

“i sure do,” you say, a content smile on your lips as you watch him slowly doze off to sleep.

“hm, good to know.”

for satoru, those nicknames make him feel as if he’s something even greater than a person—it makes him feel yours.

he’s not just gojo, the strongest. he’s not just satoru, the at-times somewhat immature adult with the sweet tooth of a child.

he’s yours. your baby. your honey bun. your boo bear. your mochi. your boyfriend. your love. and for satoru, there’s no greater thing in the world than that.

[forsworned]

Simon has an OnlyFans. It wasn't something he necessarily kept a secret, but it wasn't something he shouted out on the rooftops for all to hear. Just the primal need for being seen while he fisted at his cock in various poses, most of which were requested by you. You who were an avid fan of his.

You really didn't remember how you found him. Maybe you were just absentmindedly scouring the internet for anything to turn you on while you were in the middle of a solo sesh, but either way, you stumbled upon his page. You wasted no time subscribing to the skull-masked man who humbly accepted your request to use a cock ring with a little ghost charm hanging at the end of it.

And his moans—don't even get me started. They're deep, guttural, sexy, and caveman-like and you're creaming at just the mere sound of it.

Truthfully, Simon doesn't even need the money. His price range only goes as high as $5, and for his VIPs, you get exclusive access to all his behind-the-scenes features, one of which includes all the times he mistakenly shoots his cum at his chin.

But it comes off as a shocker to you when its' one of those nights where no matter how many times you make yourself cum, it's not enough. You crave him. Crave to see the way those half-lidded onyx eyes stare down at the camera as he gets off between missions for a quickie.

It's enticing. He's fully clad in his uniform, but his hard, girthy horse cock is out for display. Green veins pulsate against his porcelain skin at his touch and you're squirming at the vibrating wand you place on your clit.

Ping!

Your in-app message notification pop up and you notice the small badge on the messages icon. Thinking it was merely something promotional, you ignore it, but a second ping disrupts your solo love-making session that has you squinting down at your phone.

Curiously, you tapped on the little envelope, tilting your head at the message before tapping on it again.

TacticalHeat: Hey, lovie. How are you doing? I see you've been enjoying my content for some time now. Would you be interested in a private call?xx

Your heart thrums against your chest as your jaw drops to the floor. There was no fuckin' way this was real. It had to be some chatbot or some sort of impersonator, but sure enough you click on the icon and it leads you straight back to the page you were just rubbin one out to.

"Fuck!" You breathe out, throwing your head back as your orgasm spills out of you. You hadn't even noticed the wand still buzzing against your sopping wet pussy, but it leaves you heaving and ready for the next round.

Your fingers hover over your keyboard and you search your mind to say something. It's not like you had a picture on your profile, nor your name, or even a real description on your bio. It was merely a clipart of Snoopy with headphones on bumping to music, a practical choice.

You: I'm good! I can do maybe tomorrow night?"

For some Godforsaken reason, you didn't want to seem to eager, but for what? You literally were messaging on fucking OnlyFans.

Ping!

Your heart drops to your ass at swiftness and the contents of the message.

TacticalHeat: How about now instead?

Part two is here!! 😜

masterlist

[jellywellyfishh]

watch me fight that aquarium date scene

[lilislegacy]

i’m just gonna come out and say it

if luke comes back in a future book, i hope percy is taller than him now.

[rin-rin-kururin]

more tinyfrins

[tekatonic]

doodle i made on my brother's phone today

[callmecoke]

In the midst of my depression I just want to let everyone know:

If you’re infertile, or simply don’t want children, your fave cod character will love you regardless. Literally any one of them.

I’m tired of seeing so much about domestic breeding kink and blah blah house wife blah blah bare foot and pregnant blah blah. Especially as someone who is chronically terrified of the idea of being pregnant to the point of panic attacks

So for anyone like me, yes, the cod men and women wouldn’t force you to have a child. They’d get it, they’d understand. They probably wouldn’t want kids either. They’re not going to abandon their relationships with you because of you not wanting or not being able to have kids. Because they want you, first and foremost. Anything other than that comes second.

This applies to ALL cod characters. Yes, even Price. Yes, even konig. Yes, even Johnny. Yes, literally all of them.

Anyone who says otherwise is an idiot and probably heavily biased. They also hate child-free people and probably women /j

You’re deserving of love outside of your ability to have a child. You’re deserving of love outside of the EXPECTATION to have a child. You are you, and that’s enough. Both in the real world and in the fictional one.

[untitled-tmnt-blog]

... I have a lot of thoughts about Draxum.

[michaela-o]

SUGGESTIVE LESBIANS

( minors DNI !!! )

I need them to rearrange my insides🥹

[wingsofthesun]

Have I mentioned how much I love this turian?

[pigeonedlilac]

a little piece I made for my brothers birthday that I liked enough to digitize ^^

Victoria’s housekeeping my beloveds （＾_＾）

btw I came crawling back to krita I can’t give up this drawing program just yet

[wolfchans]

Bang Chan is...

ONE KID'S ROOM 2024 — EP. 8

[melonalemonade]

gelboys studies

[spark-circuit]

last post on the Sweepers for now i promise, but it's 5AM and i had to get this out of my head