#no caller id

[classycookiexo]

[riddles-n-games]

So, I was looking through other country songs to find songs fitting our main cast best (that's a project to be unveiled for another time but stay tuned!) and low and behold, I find a song that fits Libby well of all people. And, it sounds exactly like what I imagine her thoughts on her abusive relationship with Drake are.

Enjoy! And yes, I'm not going to stop dropping these songs that I find so I'm thinking of creating another heading on my page for song recommendation and other things of the sort.

[stickycandynightmare]

[likemagdic]

Got a call while I was sleeping from No Caller ID at 12:56am. No way i’m answering that shit. Nice try icksrael.

[seymourmusicclub]

No Caller id (Sofie Birch remix)

[multi-fandom-enjoyer]

Inspired by @fandomnerd9602 's post

Scott and Jean were relaxing in the X-Mansion when suddenly they heard a phone ringing. After looking around, Scott finds your phone and sees your phone with the contact name "Mommy," calling.

Cyclops: Hey, Y/n! Your mom is calling you!

You ran over to get your phone as you noticed something about the caller ID and smirked.

Y/n: That's not my mom...

Jean: Than, who is it?

You turned it on speaker and answered by saying:

Y/n: Hey, Maddie!

Madelyne: Hey babe-

Scott spits out his drink as Rogue and Remy crack up laughing from nearby.

Logan(nods): Nice one bub.

Madelyne: Is everything alright?

[yumaisbored]

Chuuya if you find talking to him so awful why is his number still in your phone four years later (and unblocked too) and furthermore why are you calling it whenever you get drunk??

[rollforjackass]

while i'm thinking about my favorite parts of different versions of good omens, there's also the part in the radio drama when aziraphale knows it's crowley calling when he picks up the phone, smugly claims it's because he's been anticipating crowley for thousands of years, and then admits to having caller ID

[crybaby-bkg]

a slight continuation of this

no caller ID pops on your screen, pulling your attention away from your previous task at hand: not fucking up your eyeliner. you typically wouldn’t care if it was a little uneven, but you’re going on a date tonight, for the first time in so long, and you want everything to go as smoothly as possible.

which is why you groan when you end the call, and that same no caller ID pops right back up seconds later. you know who it is—who else would it be? you figured he’s already seen your story of being excited for going on your first date in a while, on the only app you hadn’t blocked him on. petty? perhaps, but it’s on him to be keeping up with you despite you cursing him out for wasting your time and then blocking him right after.

you watch it ring though, contemplating for a while longer than you should. you blocked him for a reason. no need to entertain his same shit that he always spews to you when he realizes that he might be losing you once more?

….but it doesn’t hurt to hear the hero beg for you.

“What do you want, Bakugou?” You sigh irritably as you finally answer his call, putting him on speaker as you go back to even out your eyeliner. You hear him huff on the other side of the phone at the use of his surname, but he doesn’t say anything about it, instead, quickly telling you what he’s been bothering you for.

“Who’s the fuckin’ loser that’s gonna drool over how good your tits look in that stupid green dress you love so much?” Bakugou grunts, and you instantly feel your face heating at his crude words. You glance over with a frown at that same green dress that makes your tits look good, where it hangs on your closet.

“None of your damn business, Bakugou.” You snap at him, wondering if it’s too late to find something else to wear. “Not like you ever took me out in my stupid green dress.” Your voice holds a level of bitterness that only he can bring out of you, and you hear his sigh through the speakers.

“I told you this before, I’m always—”

“Busy.” You cut him off, voice suddenly thick as you think back on the countless rejections he’s splattered at your feet every time you tried to further your relationship with him. “You reminded me of how busy you’ve been since you first started this whole situationship.”

“Situation—? Huh? We were dating!” Bakugou protests with a huff, and you can hear how he paces the floor quickly. You glare at your phone, setting down your liner to instead pick of your (his) favorite lipgloss.

“You’d have to ask me out to be dating, Bakugou. You’d have to court me to be dating, Bakugou. You’d have to make time for me and take me out on dates and not hide me to fucking date me, Bakugou.” You spit at him, venom dripping off of your lips in waves. You don’t know why you answered, why you even entertained him. You shake your head with a huff when the line goes quiet, eyebrows quirking up when your date sends you a text to make sure you’re still on for tonight.

“I’m sorry.” Bakugou mutters pathetically, his voice suddenly soft. You hesitate, for some reason, when it comes to texting your date back. Why do you always hesitate when Bakugou is around?

“Let me make it up to you, court you, and shit. I can take you to one of my favorite places, you can wear that pretty green dress and that gloss you know I love.” His voice is pleading, thickening and sweet and suffocating. You shouldn’t respond, should reply back a yes to your date.

“Please? You know how much you mean to me.” Bakugou mumbles, and you can hear the earnestness in his voice. Why haven’t you said yes to your date yet?

“I’ll do better this time. Just one more chance, sweetheart.” Bakugou’s voice is so soft, you’ve never heard him this vulnerable before. You sigh with a shake of your head, slumping back into your seat in defeat.

…

Sorry, I can’t make it tonight. Something came up. Maybe we can reschedule for another time?

[spectrogramsunshine]

You would totally believe how annoying it is to crop these and make these actually kinda presentable

[jensensitive]

apparently tim walz didn't pick up the first time he got the call from harris, because there was no caller id. And if there was ever anyone who I thought could and would actually fix the horrible spam call problem.... tim, mr walz mr coach walz mr governor please sir i'll do anything

[zetadraconis11]

HL Incorrect Quote #79

*Modern AU*

Sebastian: Imelda isn’t answering her phone.

Garreth: I’ll call.

Sebastian: MC and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Imelda: Hello?

[the-football-chick]

[sixbucks]

[deebrisbyfish]

HAPPY ACTUAL HALLOWEEN! I decided that I've given Mike a LOT of attention, so maybe I'd give a Ghostface the spotlight for a change. Which Ghostface? I dunno. I'm partial to either Stu Macher or Richie Kirsch. (Because Mathew Lillard & Jack Quaid are awesome.) As a fairly big fan of the SCREAM series, I know that the various Ghostfaces have been cloning numbers since forever to get potential victims to answer, but for the sake of this gag, I felt it was a funny enough twist on the formula. And yeah, I DO not answer unknown numbers. How I survived the 70s, 80s and early 90s I'll never know. lol