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Buying a used mobile phone is a smart, cost-effective, and environmentally friendly choice. By following these tips and carefully considering the condition, price, compatibility, and battery health of the phone, you can find a high-quality device that meets your needs without the hefty price tag. Embrace the benefits of buying used and enjoy a top-tier mobile experience for less.
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The Pros and Cons of Selling Your Old Phone Online
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s1 phone post 😌
hotch - motorola i850
derek - motorola razr v3 (original version) + motorola i830
elle - motorola i830
jj - palm treo 650
spencer - motorola i325
gideon - palm treo 650 (in a little belt holster)
#o#criminal minds#the need 2 organise my blog vs the shame of putting my weird shit in the main tag ferjf#accurate up 2 whatever ep im on fjruef no one cares but i care enough for all of us !#no penelope cause i have like one bad angle of her using a mobile phone but ...... i will get there
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#tumblr polls#personal#pls rb once you vote!!#i wanna know which one wins so i can better tweak my gifs for that platform :)#mobile users: please drop what phone model you use in the tags#bc how are u able to use tumblr on mobile when the app is laggy as hell#it takes me three business days to reblog one gifset
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I don't think Senshi would play Cooking Mama. He would think it's a great game for the kids to have but it wouldn't appeal to him like the real thing. He wouldn't play any actual cooking sims, either. He would play Tetris and Candy Crush.
#dungeon meshi#funny talking tag#He would LIKE Cooking Mama#he'd play a few recipies and say Oh that's cute#and give the DS back and say I'm glad this is encouraging kids to get into cooking :)#I'M SAYING THIS AS A COOKING MAMA SUPER FAN#I LOVE COOKING MAMA.#One of my favorite games. The state of my Cooking Mama 3 DS cartridge is DIREEE#and I can accept that Senshi would not play it#He is a mobile phone gamer.#He doesn't seem very tech literate but I mean that in the like...#He could use a laptop and update a cooking blog and that's about it.#If something went wrong he would have to get someone else to help him.#Falin built a gaming PC though.
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hiya it's best boy hoshina soshiro!! comm done by the wonderful @flavoredmagpie who took my vague styling ideas and came up with this gorgeous fit (。◝‿◜。)
#kn8#kaiju no. 8#hoshina soshiro#soshiro hoshina#i've been using it as my phone wallpaper for aaaaages#and realized i should ask about sharing it#and magpie said yes! so here it is!#fuji chats#the quality looks kinda whack rn on mobile#hopefully when it posts it looks right and good again
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g-d bless femme ass hair 🥰
#ok to rb#fun fact: my phone always has to be in “group selfie” mode to get my ass fully in frame#also this is literally how caked up i am just laying down#i do think my ass could be bigger and better (cause it has been) and i hope one day to have the mobility to work on toning my muscles again#cause I really do miss going to the gym and being able to move and like. run football fields yk (actual thing i used to do bc marching band#i actually think im a very fascinating person if u can't tell. i am special bc i exist (: and so are you!#anyway!!! have a good day uwu#femme dyke#fat femme#femme4all#femme bait#butch bait#dyke bait#bunnyflesh
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Recentering (& willing away your b0ner) after the most annoying boy in your class calls you lan er-gege
#i forgot i had this all saved and ready on my phone#thank you past me#i’ve been drawing traditionally since my electronics were drenched by firefighters so I might post some of those#creating a new watermark on procreate mobile was really difficult#how do people draw using just their finger???#mdzs#mdzs fanart#the untamed#the untamed fanart#忘羨#魔道祖師#lan wangji#lan zhan#teenji#cql
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They're all on a family plan
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#this is how I waste my time#Larry has a good time on the phone with phone companies#“you need a dozen cellphones?” “...I have a lot of kids” “you've had 17 devices sent in for repair in the last year” “...yeah that seems ri#“Sir did you know the usage of phones on your plan goes up 400% between 8pm and 6am???” “look can I please just get the extended warranty"#he makes full use of those warranties. and insurance. shit doesn't last long in that museum. blame the miniatures they have way to much fun#he got tired of everyone swiping his phone for mobile games#its hard to explain to people that you didn't get their text because the last time you saw your phone was at 2am when-#you handed it off to a 4000yo teenager to play HayDay on and frankly it could be anywhere and its not worth looking#natm#shitpost#Larry daley#night at the museum#natm jedediah#natm octavius#ahkmenrah#natm ahkmenrah#natm teddy roosevelt#natm sacagawea#natm lancelot#natm Attila#natm nicky#natm tilly#night at the museum 3#natm 3#jedtavius
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Against all odds (a dreamling drabble)
(a 1989 comics AU where Dream does not go meet Hob despite being free)
Dream stares at the sleeping form of Hob Gadling and feels guilty.
He hadn’t gone to their centennial meeting. Despite having escaped Burgess’ cage and having recovered his tools, Dream has not met Hob at their appointed date at the White Horse.
He knows Hob waited for him. Waited until the day had gone and turned to night, after the clock had struck midnight and announced their date over. Dream knows this because he had stood, watching, for as long as the man waited inside the White Horse Inn.
He is not proud of this.
If he examines his reasons for not entering the Inn, keeping watch from the other side of the street instead, he draws a blank.
Dream does not know why he did not go inside, he knows he froze at the sight of the closed door, the cramped space indoors he could see through the glass (glass, why so much glass everywhere). He had stepped back and waited for his unease to lift, and when that did not happen he had waited for Hob to leave so Dream might meet him outside, but the man did not leave the Inn until the owner practically threw him out on the street, long after midnight. Dream had stepped forward then, only to watch his old acquaintance break down against the building wall and sob.
Why did Dream not go to him then? Why did he step back into the shadows and watch Hob drag himself up to his feet with a whimper and stumble down the street, hand trailing the wall for support. The only answer Dream can come up with is a supremely uncomfortable one.
He is a coward.
When it comes to relationships, Dream’s track record is disastrous, a fact that he is very aware of. He left Hob in 1889 with cutting words and no promise to return. Hob should by rights be angry at Dream, should be less trusting that he would show. But still the man waited for him at their next appointment, as if he had known Dream’s words to be products of his rage and not vows he would keep. Even if he doesn’t know it, Hob was right to expect Dream to not simply terminate their arrangement. Because here Dream stands, at the foot of Hob’s bed, watching the man sleep, too scared of a smug ‘I-knew-you’d-see-sense’ to dare approach him while awake.
Hob had slowly made his way home, unaware of Dream following him, drawn to him like there was a string tying them to each other. By then Dream felt like the point where he could make himself known had passed, but he hadn’t been able to leave. He kept trailing after Hob, into his small two-room apartment; had watched him shed only his shoes and then stood in the shadows of his curtains while Hob took out a small leather-bound book and pen and started to write. Dream had felt like a ghost, a nightmare watcher haunting his victim. He had carefully reigned in any stray trickles of his power to not make himself known or Hob uncomfortable in his invisible presence. After a few minutes Hob had stopped writing and sighed. Then he wiped his hands over his face tiredly and went to bed, not bothering to get out of his clothes.
Dream stands beside the table with the book now. The pages are still open. His eyes seek out the words unbidden, unable to resist the pull of the written word. He knows he is breaking a lot of taboos this evening. He is invading his friend’s privacy most thoroughly. The knowledge does not stop him from reading what Hob has written.
June 7th 8th, 1989
He didn’t come. The bastard really didn’t come. I can’t believe it. I was so sure he would show. That he was just angry, prideful and stubborn as he is, but surely a hundred years would be long enough to calm down?
Apparently they weren’t. I sat there, at our table at the White Horse, drinking one whiskey after the other, waiting like an idiot until they threw me out, and he didn’t show.
Do you even remember me? Or did you cut me from your memory, like you promised to cut all our ties, the night you left me standing in the rain? Have I left any impact at all on your immortal life that is probably much longer than my own? Surely it must be obvious to you that you have impacted my life more than anyone else. You are the only one who knows me, who knows Hob Gadling, the rough, foolish mercenary who bragged about never dying. Who raised himself from the dirt of the poor just to fall back down again, deeper than ever before. Rise and fall, and rise again only to be put in my place by you again - and rightfully so.
In 1889 I had finally managed to find some middle ground, feeling safe enough to finally be honest with you - at least partially. And it all blew up in my face.
I should have known, really. Your relaxed smiles for the last centuries were too good to be true. I shouldn’t have trusted my gut and spilled some of the beans. But it had been lonely the last few decades and I thought we had reached an understanding. I thought I knew you, if not as well as you have to know me by now, but enough to take that leap of faith.
I leapt. And you let me fall I fell again. I should be used to it by now, one might think. But when it’s you nothing is simple and the stakes are so much higher.Do you know what you mean to me? Your name is written on a wall inside my heart and I don’t think that any amount of alcohol can wash it away. And I don’t even know it. I don’t know your name but it’s in there, and it’s not coming off. I know. I tried. Although it hurts that you stood me up, I believe that you’ll come back to meet me one day. I will believe in you, no matter what. I have to, for there is no other constant in my life but you. I have to hope.
‘You’re the only one who really knew me at all, and you coming back to me is against all odds, but it’s a chance I’ve got to take’, like Phil says.
Dream does not know who Phil is, but a quick glance at the general human subconscious reveals the quoted words as part of a song by an artist Hob seems to be referring to. Dream perceives the song’s lyrics and its general feeling and swallows heavily. It appears to be an apt choice for Hob’s current emotional state. He reads the last few words while the notes of the song linger in his mind.
So I’ll be here when you’re ready. I hope you know how to find me when they inevitably tear the old place down, but I guess you do. I hope so. I really hope so. I just want to know that you’re okay. I need to know that I’m not alone. There are others like me, I’ve met some. But it’s not the same. No one is like you. No one is as
Please come back
The words cut off abruptly, Hob having clearly been too tired to write more. Dream’s newly reclaimed powers put everything in much sharper relief. Shutting off the flow of emotions from the subconscious comes both easier and harder somehow. Pulling himself back into this singular humanoid shape at Hob’s bedside takes a particular effort he had forgotten since he furnished his ruby. It is not hard, but a task he has to accustom himself to again. Dream pauses for several minutes, quite literally collecting himself, unsure of his next actions.
He looks at Hob again. His face is slack in his sleep, relaxed and calm. Dream only glances at Hob’s dreams to ascertain if they are calm or troubled but finds nothing too upsetting. He does not want to intrude further than he already has so he keeps himself from viewing his friend’s dreams.
His friend. Friend. The word that had sent Dream running in affront a century ago. Despite himself, struck by a sudden urge to talk to Hob, Dream inhales sharply and silently sits down on the chair in front of the open notebook. He carefully picks up the pen and sets it to the empty paper below Hob’s own words.
My friend.
I apologise for missing our meeting
I owe you more than one apology. You were correct in your assessment the last time we met. I was am lonely. With one word you dismantled my defences and left me too vulnerable to bear at the time. I was rude to you, and I regretted my words as soon as I had left you. However, as you well know, I am a prideful, stubborn being. Strange, to be able to admit it so easily now. I’ve always known it, and you’re not the first to call me out on it, but of course I would never have allowed anyone who talked to me like that to speak to me again. So I told you I’d leave you, not able to accept that you were, ARE, my friend.
And that I need you, like you need me
I have not forgotten you, Hob Gadling. I do not forget anyone. You are cradled in the vastness of my being like every other mind, your story preserved for all time. This, of course, you cannot know, as I have never introduced myself to you. Again, something I’d like to apologise for. I will, however, endeavour to give you my name in person, and soon.
I would have done so today yesterday, but. For some reason I cannot name I felt unable to approach you or enter our usual meeting place. I know you waited and I am deeply sorry for troubling you.
You have indeed made an impact on my life. Maybe not in the same way I did on yours, but nonetheless our meetings have become something I look forward to. You surely wonder why I never told you who I am. I was not able to admit it a hundred years ago, but to meet you, who knows nothing of my role and my duties, is freeing in a way nothing else is in my existence. You look upon me as your friend, and nothing else. You cannot imagine how much I enjoy the time spent in your presence, listening to your accounts of the last century.
I could not
I was unable to experience much of human history over the last century. This has left me with a certain uneasiness in regards to humanity. I would humbly ask for your patience, once again. As I am trying to gather the courage find the time to gather the courage to meet you in person. Perhaps this book can provide a form of communication, for the time being.
Sincerely, your old friend
Dream drops the pen like it’s burning his fingers and rises swiftly, stepping back from the table and notebook before he can rip out the page he has written in a fit of panic. He has revealed far more than he intended to but it is only fair to leave Hob these words, after what he has put him through.
Dream allows himself one last look at Hob, still sleeping peacefully, before returning back to the Dreaming. There is much to think about. His reluctance to interact with humanity cannot stand if he is to perform his function. Walking with Death has helped him put things in perspective again but he still fears. What? What does he have to fear? He has no need for humans liking him. As he examines his feelings and his earlier short interactions with humans on his way to the White Horse, Dream realises that he does not care about all humans. He only cares about how Hob perceives him.
Perhaps knowing that he had to introduce himself this time, clearly owing it to his friend, Dream had been afraid of losing Hob’s easy camaraderie. Surely exposing himself as Endless will have a pruning effect on Hob’s relaxed and friendly demeanour. Dream does not want that. But perhaps… No. He will wait for Hob’s reply in his notebook, if it comes. Should he choose to answer Dream, he will then decide how to proceed further. Surely any speculation right now is fruitless.
Trying to put the matter out of his mind for now, Dream goes to resume his work. He is aware enough to know that fear of Hob’s reaction was not the only reason he didn’t enter the White Horse. He needs to work through some things. Perhaps some new nightmares made of planes of suffocating glass will help him put some things behind him.
[Spoiler: of course they won’t, oh honey 🥺]
Part 2
#my friends and I used to write to each other in notebooks and exchange it back and forth#(that was before mobile phones so it was the ancient way of texting your bff the random shit you think of at night)#I will probably write more for this#dreamling#the sandman fanfiction#teejay writes#1989 au
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The growth of buy-and-sell refurbished mobile phone platforms has consequently increased visibility and helped buyers and sellers get the best price for their used phones. However, the main drivers behind the growth of the refurbished and used mobile phone market are expanding economies, rising consumer demand for affordable goods, and rising consumer acceptance of smartphones. Due to the widespread use of the latest smartphone technology in emerging markets, there has been a significant rise in the demand for refurbished smartphones in recent years.
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shadow not replying to any of sonics texts n wakes up at 3am to find this through his door
#sonics gotta do it the old fashioned way!!!!! pre mobile phones that shadow should be used too#sonic the hedgehog#shadow the hedgehog#sonadow#soph posts
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Home & Lock
Repost on Pinterest:@/raynicoat
Please like/reblog if you’re using or downloading ~
#pink#aesthetic#just girly things#this is what makes us girls#coquette#dolette#pink wallpaper#lockscreen#homescreens#home & lock#raynicoat#soft wallpaper#lockscreens#phone wallpaper#iphone wallpaper#mobile wallpaper#phone wallpapers#iphone wallpapers#wallpapers#wallpaper#cute wallpaper#kawaii wallpaper#art#illustration#artwork#digital illustration#digital art
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So have you ever heard of cookie run Kingdom cause there are these 2 cookies a defensive attorney and prosecutor and I'm wondering what you think or draw? What would happen if these cookies met phenox and miles Edgeworth
I have zero knowledge about this game, but I imagine it might be something Maya might play LOL
#teagies art#my art#ace attorney#miles edgeworth#phoenix wright#maya fey#aa#ask#maya feels like she’d love mobile gaming to me#I know they use flip phones and all but just.. suspend your disbelief okay#TT#maybe they have a communal smartphone they take turns gaming on
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#i wanna see how many of u use mobile#i almost always am on mobile#im sure my blog theme looks shit on desktop but the picture is nice and centered on my phone 🥹#polls#mine
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Whump Prompt #1322
Anon asked:
Do you have any whump ideas for a fairy?
It depends on what kind of fairy your character is/the general lore, but I have a few ideas:
They could be small and kept in a cage/jar with air holes. They could be a prized possession to collectors who trade them. Maybe some like to shake/shock/poke things into the cages.
Their wings are often trophy pieces for hunters. Maybe they don’t die when their wings are cut off, but it throws them off balance/makes them sick/weakens them. Maybe they can grow back, but only under certain circumstances. So if a collector knows this, they could leave the ‘stem’ of the wings so they can re-grow, and farm the wings for money.
^ if this happens to your character, maybe each wings have finger-print like properties, and when wings start to show up on the markets with specific markings, the caretakers are horrified.
Magic exhaustion could be pretty common for fairies.
I have an idea for an illness called ‘Wing Rot’ where fairies can get fungal infections of the wings causing them to, well, rot.
They could be drained of their powers by a curse/rune/magical pendant/shackles.
Maybe they have to fly away from danger but get shot out of the sky - bonus points if they’re carrying someone.
#hastily did these on the browser on my phone so i hope the formatting is okay#i no longer use mobile social media apps - i doomscroll too much lol#Whump#writing#Prompts#ideas#angst#fairy#Fairy whump#magic whump#wing whump#magical exhaustion
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