Cantel's Adam Shearer displays his company's new cordless pocket phone alongside regular phones, 1990 [TPL Archives]
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Yesterday, I posted a Vent Art of a Crowd of Angry People to Sprigatito Version of Carol “Joanne” Betita having a Traumatic. I need to Join Fur Affinity but I’ll be asking VictimConnect First to Comply.
Here is Lapis the Lapis Lazuli Siamese Cat is Bipedal calling Victim Connect to comply Fur Affinity. VictimConnect will help Carol not to be a Stalker on Fur Affinity
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"faceless man using cordless phone backwards" clip art
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Anyone else remember having one of these phones?
I had that blue(-green)/teal one
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hannibal waiting for those 3 dots to finish typing like no one’s business
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"...do you..." Do you regret anything?
"...mm." Always.
"...you didn't have to do any of this." We could've been happy.
"Yes, I did." We couldn't be happy forever.
"...I wish you hadn't." I still love you.
"........yeah." I still love you too.
To the 10 or so lightwily fans out there, please enjoy :]
[This is based on the fanfic "i try to call you everyday (i'm rehearsing what to say)" by Ursa_Tattoo on ao3 (which is also where i got the quotes from). Pls check it out.]
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Tom Warner and his ultra-modern cordless phone sit atop a slightly less modern telephone booth, 1986 [TPL Archives]
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whimsical and flower, for the wip word ask game!
no instances for whimsical. in casual conversation, you may observe me speak like our friend bertram wilberforce wooster, but I do not do that when I am writing ...most of the time.
foth tam lin au:
Now, the sunlight tracking against his shoulders was of a warmth earnestly sought, as pleasurable as the similar heat of Ewen’s hands against his arms and the burn across the back of his calves as they collided with sun-warmed stone. It was easy enough to want to keep this moment under glass, to dry and press it like a summer flower, but it was yet living, in all its heart-pounding, searing vividity.
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