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phonehospital1 · 2 years

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How Third-Party iPhone Repairs Better Than The Original?

Currently, Apple makes some of the most expensive phones. Due to this reason, these phones are very dear to us and we love them very much. Unfortunately, these phones are very fragile too and any hard impact can damage them very easily. Your iPhone will be damaged if you drop it from a height. Similarly, the iPhone can be damaged due to many other reasons.

Due to this reason, we often damage these phones very easily. At that time, we need to send these phones to Apple for repair. You would be surprised to know how much Apple charges to repair these phones. On the other hand, third-party iPhone repair is often seen as a cheaper and more convenient alternative to getting your iPhone fixed at an Apple store.

Here are four reasons why third-party iPhone repair might be a better option for you:

· Convenience

When you get your iPhone repaired at an Apple store, you have to go there, wait in line, and then take it back when it’s fixed. With third-party iPhone repair, you can just mail your phone in and have it repaired quickly and conveniently.

You can send your broken phone to iPhone repairs Aberdeen and they will fix it much faster than Apple. For this reason, most smart people send their iPhones to this company for repair. Here, you will get more convenience than any Apple store.

· Cost

Apple repairs are often more expensive than repairs from third-party Phone repair companies. For this reason, many people become depressed when their iPhones get damaged due to any reason. Fortunately, third-party repairs are not that expensive and you can easily afford the repair charges of your iPhone.

· Quality

With Apple, you know that you are getting a quality repair. You would be happy to know that iPhone repairs Cheltenham has access to these parts. As a result, this repair company can make your iPhone new at a much lower cost. With a third-party repair company, you may not be sure of the quality of the repair. However, you can trust the repair of this company because they offer a warranty on each repair.

Ø What are the things you need to check when you give your iPhone to a third party for repair?

There are a few things you should do before handing your iPhone off for repair to a third party. These steps will ensure your privacy and no information will be leaked from your iPhone. Follow these steps when you send your iPhone to a carphone warehouse repair.

First, make sure you have a backup of your data before sending it to repair. This is especially important if you haven’t backed up your device in a while. You can either back up your data to iCloud or iTunes.

Second, make sure you erase all your personal data from your iPhone. You can erase all information from your iPhone by going to Settings > General > Reset > Erase All Content and Settings.

Finally, remove your SIM card and any other removable storage devices from your iPhone.

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stone-stars · 1 month

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Jens (Murph): Alright. Yeah, I guess I'll talk to you later or whatever. Just send us whatever we need from this one. I don't care-- Gex (Caldwell): Wait, I might die! Onyx (Emily): Tell him you got a text from me and I invited you on a-- (laughs) Jens: I got a text from Onyx and she invited me on a… you invited me on what? [Pause as Emily laughs] What did you invite me on? Onyx. [Emily continues to laugh.] What did you invite me on? Caldwell: What did you invite him on? Onyx, barely able to speak through laughter: A helicopter ride. [Caldwell laughs. Emily continues to laugh as the others talk.] Jens, deadpan: I just got a text from Onyx and she invited me on a helicopter ride. Nyack (Jake): Wow. Gex: Oooh! You're making it hard to be a chaste lizard out here! Nyack: Yeah, we can-- we can put in a good word for you if you want, you just have to say it. You just have to say "I like Onyx." Jens: Yeah, what are your-- what are your, I guess, thoughts on Onyx. Or whatever. Nyack: Not that she's interested in you, she's actually clearly not. Jens: Yeah. She's actually-- yeah. Nyack: She's not very available. You will have to-- you will have to beg. Caldwell: Um, Gex is gonna do a Charisma save. Onyx, do you wanna do a persuasion? Emily: (tearful from laughter) Yeah. [Dice roll] Oh my god. Um, that's 17+11. Murph: 28. Emily: I got a 28. [Caldwell laughs.] Murph: So hot. Gex: Well I guess-- Caldwell: You see, uh, Gex, still on this like, massive carphone, this like, massive 90's carphone, is thinking about it as, uh, Jerry Sheldonfeld and Cosmo Creldon talk to each other in the background. [Emotional piano.] Gex: You know I've just been… so hung up on trying to get back with Agent Xtra, I haven't really thought about it, but… I mean, I'm a well-to-do lizard. I'm-- I'm young, hung, and fulla tongue. And I feel like-- [Emily cackles.] Nyack: Oh my god. Murph: Jens hangs up. Jens hangs up. [Caldwell cackles.] Emily: Onyx-- Onyx squirts her skirt. [Murph and Caldwell cackle. Emily and Caldwell keep laughing in the background as the others continue.] Nyack: I'm sorry, the-- like, the-- that was-- Murph: Jens vomits into the TV. Just… Nyack: That was uncouth. That was foul. I-- I'm gonna be sick. Murph, laughing: Squirts? Into her skirt? Nyack: Why did he say that? Murph, laughing: What the fuck? [Pause, as everyone laughs] What the? Caldwell: I'm-- I'm drooling. Nyack: Like two seconds ago he wasn't over his ex? Caldwell: Onyx, he saw something in that moment. Murph: Jens dives into a random TV. [Caldwell: Okay.] And I truly mean a random one. Literally whatever one is next to us.

#naddpod #trinyvale #naddpod spoilers #caldwell tanner #brian murphy #emily axford #jake hurwitz #you Know i had to do this #favorite thing is that murph is dying at emily. jake is dying at caldwell #they're both correct #naddclips

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enhanced-operatives-division · 3 months

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Hi hello I can finally play the IEYTD games for myself. There are SO MANY carphone messages

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intergalacticaquarium · 2 years

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First Night Back

Eddie Munson x Fem!Original Character (soon to be Dustin's stepsister) (very very minor oc backstory tho)

Warnings- just weed

Forward: So I saw all the Dustin's sister and I was like ok that's cute and I had another idea and then I had the idea for her and Dustin being soon-to-be step siblings to not get along and then get protective over each other over the adventure while she also falls in love with Eddie and then I wrote like...30 pages. Also Sam and her dad have a strained relationship but he's a good dude I would never give Dustin a crappy stepdad I just needed some angst for the backstory lol.

Summary: When former Hawkins resident Samantha Campbell returns to meet her father's new fiance and her son, Claudia and Dustin Henderson, she loses her nerve and parks for the night to prolong the family reunion, but not before calling her old dealer, Eddie Munson, to get her something that will make the meeting easier.

(Series masterpost/chapter links)

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Samantha Campbell hadn’t been to Hawkins for nearly a year. When her dad had called, he had asked her to come home, because he was getting married again, and he wanted her to meet his fiance and her son, stay for a while, maybe finish her senior year, repair the relationship. She hadn’t been sure. It’s not like her life here had been bad- but she had seen something that she couldn’t explain the night that the Starcourt Mall burned down, and she had tried to tell her dad and he just…hadn’t believed her. Full stop. Thought she was having a nervous breakdown. She didn’t blame him, if somebody else had come to her and told her they had seen a real monster she’d have thought the same thing. But that didn’t mean it hadn’t hurt.

So she left, bought a van, loaded it with a mattress and all of her shit, pointed it East, and drove. It had been fun for a while, exhausting at other times, but she had to admit that a part of her missed her old town, and a nagging part of her thought that if she were ever to find proof that she wasn’t insane, it would be there.

Unable to decide, she flipped a coin.

Heads. She sighed, Hawkins it is.

She drove past the town sign, the Hell over the town's name was washed away but the edges of it were still visible and she reconsidered what she was about to do.

A quick decision led her into the trailer park for the night instead of her Dad’s new address, and she called him, explaining that she was still a while away and that she was going to stop for the night. She ignored how disappointed he sounded, and how excited he was when she said she’d see him tomorrow.

She sat in silence in the van for a moment before digging through the glove compartment for her little address book, and taking the carphone off the hook and dialing a number.

“Hello?” A voice that clearly had his mouth full of food answered.

“Hey- is this Eddie?” She asked knowing it was, and she heard a slow chew on the other end of the phone.

“Yeah? Who’s this?” He asked, suspicious. Sam almost hung up the phone, hitting her head against the back of the seat, wishing that she had just let herself soberly sit alone for twelve hours instead of exposing herself to Eddie levels of human interaction.

“Uh- Samantha Campbell.” She said, and winced at her own name coming out of her mouth. Buying from her old weed guy felt like she was declaring herself back in town.

“Sammy Campbell? Damn- it’s been a while- you back in town? Lot’s been-” He started boysteriously and started to ramble and ask questions and she took the phone away from her ear for a second to get her thoughts together.

“Yeah, sure, look, I’m sorry if this is rude but do you have any weed? I’m in my van so I can come to you.” She said tersely, and he stopped, chewing and finally swallowing whatever was so damn crunchy

“She doesn’t call, she doesn’t write, and now she’s straight to business- I’m hurt.” He said with a laugh and she rolled her eyes.

“Eddie.” She said cautioniong him.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m at the trailer park.”

“Wait, really? I’m here too.”

The motion of fingers bending shades of the trailer beside her and eyes peeking through caught her attention.

“Is yours the one covered in bumper stickers?”

“Yeah, that’s it.” She said, and heard the dial tone. “Eddie?” She asked, frustrated, until she saw him saunter out of the trailer a mere stones throw away from her parking spot.

She slid the door open to greet him and he seemed to miss a beat when he saw her. She should start to expect that, Sam thought.

“New van, new look, old Hawkins. What are you doing back in a place like this, Campbell?” He said, eyeing her up and down, seeing how her sensible sweaters had been replaced for a second hand jacket she had covered in patches, her corduroy slacks for tight red plaid pants, and her long soft brown hair had been chopped off close to the chin.

“Are you gonna sell me anything if I don’t tell you?” She asked, and he looked at her, annoyed.

“Man, you sure don’t feel like talkin’, do you?”

Sam groaned and scooted backwards, climbing over the bench seat in the back without a word, then opening the sliding door from within, gesturing him inside onto the floor mattress strewn with her clothes. He did an exaggerated tip of a fake hat before crawling in and sitting down, his ridiculous puffy shoes that capped his long legs hitting the other wall.

“Nice place you’ve got here.” He said, while already opening up his lunchbox, to her relief. “Wait- how were you calling me?”

“I have a car phone.”

He leaned back with an overly impressed face and a fanciful shake of his shoulders. “La-dee-da. I didn’t know I was in a van from the 21st century.” He said, looking around for any other newfangled technology.

“They’ve been around for a while, now, actually.”

“Yeah, but only for like…business people.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, it'sright there.”

He saw that she wasn’t going to say anything else on the subject and laughed in bemusement at how different she was. They didn’t know each other that well. He was the freak and she was just a nice girl with a bit of an anxiety issue that he had a cure for. They weren’t friends, just people that shared a sample joint every month or so for most of their time in high school, but even so he felt himself inexplicably excited about her returb. He went back to his caddy and smiled a little more at her visible relief.

“Now, I don’t usually do this for people, especially ones that are so resistant to my antics-” he said, leaning in conspiratorially and pausing for her to finish her eye roll. “But I’ll give you half an ounce for 15. As a welcome home present.” He said, and she grabbed the money and threw it at him, grabbing the bag.

He picked up the money and tossed it in the air letting it flutter down on him. “I’ve never had money thrown at me before. It’s great, I feel like a stripper.” He said, laughing and watching her already grinding up some bud.

“You can keep throwing money around, but please make that the only thing that would make you feel like that.”

“No, that will cost you more, I’m afraid.” He said, still trying to make her laugh.

She saw him watching her and slowed, sighing and glancing at him.

“Eddie, would you like to stay and smoke a little with me?” She said, hoping he would hear the obligation behind the offer and turn her down. Whether or not he heard it he made himself comfortable and leaned over to the little collection of pipes and bongs he had spotted earlier.

“Don’t mind if I do.” He said, as if he was a little old lady being offered a cup of tea. “How long are you staying?”

“That depends.” She muttered while packing the bowl.

“On what?”

“None of your beeswax.” She said, and handed it to him. He looked at her suspiciously and took it, lighting up and holding the smoke in for a moment, and while she did the same on another pipe, not in the mood to wait for him to finish talking with his hands to have her turn.

“Welllll, is the thing that made you leave still a problem?” He asked, and she tilted her head.

“What an odd way to ask that.” She observed, still not answering.

“I’m getting creative now that you’re answering all my questions with three words max.”

“Yet you keep asking them.” She said, waiting for him to take another hit to stop him from talking for a few seconds.

“I’m a curious guy, Sammy.” He said, shrugging his shoulders like it was inevitable, and Sam was annoyed with herself at how charmed she was by it.

“I came back because my dad is getting married and he wanted me to meet his new fiance and her son.” She said clearly and reluctantly.

“How’d it go?”

“Haven’t met ‘em yet. Called my dad and said I was going to stop for the night and I’d be there tomorrow.”

“So you’re seeing me before your family? I think I’m…flattered?”

“Not to burst your bubble, but my Dad isn’t going to make sure I’m high when I meet his cool new family.”

“You’re making me feel less special by the moment.”

“Do you antagonize all your customers like this? Is that a good business strategy, Munson?”

“You say that but you were also my loyal customer for years.” He shot back playfully.

“Just because of your capitalist monopoly over the high school.” She teased, and jumped when he acted like he had been shot and slumped forward wounded. He stilled for a few moments, enough for her to get bored and kick him, reviving him instantly.

“That hurts, Campbell. That hurts bad. I gave you a discount and this is the thanks I get?” He said, and she started to laugh, and he made a victorious hand motion.

“What?” She said, her smile fading slightly.

“Got you to laugh. Been workin at that for about a half an hour.” He said, and she purposefully arranged her face into a frown, and he shook his head with a smile.

“You’ve been trying to make me laugh? That’s what this has been?” She said, but she was smiling now, she knew he had her number.

“Right for the jugular. Deadly.” He said, and met her eyes with a small smile.

They chatted for a little while longer, listened to some music, and eventually Sam dozed off. When Eddie noticed he was surprised at the soft feeling in his heart. He grabbed one of her blankets to put it over her and left the van, making sure the door was locked and she was safe for the night.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic

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i-know-honey · 3 months

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Carphones!!! Did you know how old carphones are??? Carphones started being adopted in NINETEEN FOURTY SIX! We think of carphones as a distinctively 1980s artifact but they’re way way older than that!!

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chrisis-averted · 4 months

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Jon knew he was being followed. It wasn't even Knowing—Beholding wasn't exactly being helpful recently, which Jon guessed it had something to do with the Container—the police officer following him down the road wasn't exactly subtle. Something about her didn't feel right, either, the way her eyes locked on him through the crowd reminded Jon of a predator. You don’t want to look like prey. Angela had said, and at the time he hadn't thought about it, but… His mind wandered to the statement of Trevor Herbert. Of course there would be people hunting monsters, but for someone to hunt Avatars they had to at least be an Avatar themselves. A Hunter. Jon entered a Carphone Warehouse and got a new pay-as-you-go sim card, without many issues. Now he just needed a new phone that his limited finances could allow him. When he walked out, the Hunter was still there, staring at him from a bench on the other side of the street, and started to walk at the same speed as him down the main road. Jon groaned. He didn’t want to lead her to Oliver’s house, but he probably wouldn’t be able to lose her quickly either and if he took a cab he would probably cause her to approach and stop him, since she was a police officer or at least she was dressed as one. He could always do what he did to the police officer on the motorway. The thought was thrilling, somehow, even though the unprompted excitement still scared him, like he could lose himself to it. Nonchalantly, he left the main road to enter a narrow and deserted alleyway, walking a little slower until he could hear the steps behind him. He stopped, already feeling the static tickling his throat. “ You should lea— ” Without a warning, every muscle in his body suddenly tensed painfully, he panicked for a moment before noticing the taser gun in the woman’s hand. It felt like every nerve in his body was on fire, in excruciatingly horrible pain, as his ears rang with a hissing noise. The woman was wearing noise cancelling headgear, like the one you’d see on construction workers, and smiling madly as Jon’s vision slowly went dark. She hadn’t been targeting him blindly. She was ready.

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #daisy tonner #rewind reset rewrite #my fic

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