Tumblr: A slashfic
“Hey, babe, how’s it going? How… uh… What’s wrong?”
“What’s WRONG? You want to know what’s wrong, Tumblr? I went looking for the number of notes today. I looked for them, and they were gone. ALL of them. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?”
“Look, they come right back, don’t they? It’s not like they’re gone forever!”
“And how, exactly am I supposed to know that? Everything has been changing so much; they could have been gone and… and…”
“And what. Go ahead, say it.”
“They could have been gone and been replaced by something like fanmail!”
“It always comes back to the damned fanmail with you, doesn’t it? You’ll never let that go, no matter what else happens. Well, maybe your precious Missing E can help you keep track of notes, eh? Missing E can do anything, can’t he?”
“Missing E is the only thing that makes our relationship bearable, Tumblr. If I didn’t have Missing E, I don’t know what I’d do. And your pathetic attempts to keep us apart are just that: pathetic.”
“And yet you don’t leave me. You never will.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Oh, don’t I? Let’s just look at the number of posts you’ve made in the last year and a half, shall we.”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Oooh, over 16,000. Yes, that looks like someone who’s not terribly interested in staying.”
“Shut up. You shut your face.”
“Make me.”
*intense kissing*
*hatesex*
*make-up sex*
*cuddling*
THE FOLLOWING MORNING:
“Tumblr? Tumblr, are you still here? What’s this on the nightstand?”
“Tumbbllllllrrrrrrr! NOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”
