December 26th

Tumblr: I can't believe I have to work the day after Christmas! It's totally unfair!

Google: You procrastinated on all of your user reports all year, so now you have to work in December.

Tumblr: The people should have a say in their work week! Viva la revolution!

Google: Tumblr, sit down.

Tumblr: Only Y-

Yahoo: Tumblr, sit down.

*doors open*

*Huffington Post enters*

Huffington Post: Hello everyone! I am hosting a New Year's Eve party for those who are getting an invitation in their mailbox. Also, You are all allowed to bring one guest. Hope to see you there! *leaves*

Yahoo: Hey, Tumblr.

Tumblr: What?

Yahoo: Can you go with me to Huffington Post's party?

Tumblr: As a date? Not interested.

Yahoo: No! I just thought, since you weren't invited, I'd offer you a chance to go.

Tumblr: I don't need your charity.

Yahoo: Tumblr.

Tumblr: What?

Yahoo: You're going.

December 27th

Tumblr: Hey, Pinterest!

Pinterest: Hey Tumblr! Got any jokes from two years ago that I can write down and share with everyone?

Tumblr: No right now.

Pinterest:  :(

Tumblr: What I actually need is a dress.

Pinterest: OMG A DRESS? I KNEW  the day would come when you started caring about your appearance again! *opens wardrobe* I have a few pre-made dresses here. Let's see... I have a red 1950s-style patchwork, a blue strapless that resembles Elsa's dress from frozen, a round color sleeveless floral print, a...

Tumblr: None of those.

Pinterest: OR you can help me sew one, just pick a few patterns for me to fuse together, and-

Tumblr: NO! I just. Want. TRASHBAGS! Design me a dress made of trash bags, and you will be my best friend.

Pinterest: But we're already best friends.

Tumblr: Sure we are.

Yahoo: Tumblr!

Tumblr: What do you want now?

Yahoo: Finish delivering these invitations from Huffington post.

Tumblr: And how am I supposed to do that? Everyone's sending my fan mail straight to their spam folder.

Yahoo: Just send them an ask!

Tumblr: If they know it's me, they won't open it. And I really don't want to shave my head and put on sunglasses again.

Yahoo: Yeah... stop doing that. But I thought you were developing a new messaging software?

Tumblr: Yep! It's called "You can't talk to me unless I talk to you first". I'll hand these invites out, though, because you're cool.

*Google's tab*

Tumblr: Google, have you gotten an invitation yet?

Google: Yes. Have you?

Tumblr: Nah, but Yahoo is bringing me.

Google: Why?

Tumblr: She needs a wingman. Or a wing woman in this case, because women and men are equal.

Google: A wing woman? For who?

Tumblr: Look, she's obviously  into you! She just won't admit it.

Google: And this isn't like Watfic, right?

Wattpad: (at least 20 feet away) HOW DOES EVERYONE KNOW ABOUT THAT?

Tumblr: Of course not. She really  likes you! Just trust me.

Google: Okay... Should I bring someone?

Tumblr: If I wanted to be self-centered, I'd say bring Fanfic or DevA or Wattpad, but seeing as you're probably not going to do that, I'd say bring YouTube.

Google: Okay, I'll bring YouTube, once he finishes deleting the account of the psychotic girl asking Donald Drumpf to be her prom date.

Tumblr: Yay! See you around.

December 28th

Facebook: Hey, Tumblr?

Tumblr: I have got to change my freaking name.

Facebook: Why haven't I gotten an invite yet?

Tumblr: You haven't? Sorry, I don't think you're going.

Facebook: WHAT? NO! NO! NO! I HAVE  TO BE THE CENTER OF ATTENTION AT EVERY PARTY! IT'S ALL. ABOUT. ME!

Tumblr: There, there.

Facebook: Actually it's *their.

Tumblr: Sure it is.

*meanwhile Facebook's invite was purposefully placed by Tumblr in the "spam" folder.*

Yahoo: Tumblr!

Tumblr: If someone calls me one more time, I swear to god I'll murder them *walks over*

Yahoo: Did you finish delivering all the invites?

Tumblr: Yes. Do you really think I'd be that irresponsible?

Yahoo: Okay. Could you help me choose a dress?

Tumblr: Just choose something purple. I have my own problems with my dress.

Yahoo: Is this a question I could answer?

Tumblr: No. I literally told Pinterest to make me a dress out of trash bags. Trash bags!

Yahoo: I can't believe we're partners.

December 29th

YouTube: Watch me whip! Watch me nae nae! Watch me whip! Whip!

Facebook: Watch me make a rewind video people actually care about!

YouTube: Ouch.

Twitter: #BURN!

YouTube: *buffers*

Facebook: We all know by 2018 I'll have replaced you.

Tumblr: You're not planning on murdering him, are you?

Facebook: *gives Tumblr a look that says "I thought we agreed never to talk about that"*

Tumblr: Ohhh... Sorry. YouTube, if you ever need help defending yourself, ask me. I have some fabulous throwing knives somewhere.

YouTube: Nah, Facebook's chill.

Tumblr: Or is she?

Facebook: I am. And if you even joke about that again, I'll tell everyone you ship Watfic.

Tumblr: Everyone already knows that, and they're only slightly concerned. Plus, we already referenced that once this episode, so why don't you find some new dirt, basic b****? It should be easy considering your "perfect house" is covered in it.

Facebook: What did you just say?

Tumblr: I said you're basic.

Facebook: Basic? BASIC? WELL WHO'S BASIC NOW, b****? *deletes Tumblr's fan mail feature*

Tumblr: *sarcastically with minimum enthusiasm* Oh. No. Please stop. You are disappointing so many people. Researchers gave their lives for that. Why me. Why me. *walks away* Hey Pinterest! Is my dress ready yet?

Pinterest: Almost! What day's the New year's Eve party?

Tumblr: *facepalm*

Pinterest: Whatever, I'll ask Google. Now, could you try this on?

Tumblr: *changes into trash bag  dress* OH. MY. GOD. I LOVE IT!!!!!!

Pinterest: Now, if you want, I can add some embellishments with puffy paint. It would make it look better. 

Tumblr: NO IT WOULDN'T! I LOVE THIS! I LOVE YOU! I'M FINALLY THE TRASH QUEEN!

(A/N The pic above has Tumblr's trash bag dress drawn by me)

*Tumblr runs off into the sunset*

And now... The moment you've all been waiting for...

DECEMBER 31st, 2015

Tumblr: Three hours left of 2015. Oh god I wasted my year. I should have been more productive. I should have made more Sherlock puns. I should have finished that Undertale fan art. I should have gained someone's trust and then betrayed them. I should have...

Yahoo: Tumblr?

Tumblr: WHAT!

Yahoo: The party's starting soon.

Tumblr: Okay! *slides down stair railing*

Yahoo: What on earth are you wearing?

Tumblr: This is me now! All hail the mighty trash queen!

Yahoo: Oh god, we aren't even at the party yet and you're already acting like a drunk toddler.

Tumblr: It's a gift I have. Both a blessing and a curse.

*they leave*

*later, at the party*

Huffington Post: OMG you're here! *runs over to Yahoo* Who's your guest?

Yahoo: This is Tumblr. She's one of my coworkers that I bought a partnership from.

Huffington Post: Okay. What do you do, Tumblr?

Tumblr: *ignores question* *sniffs air* I smell fear.

Huffington Post: Oookay... Well, enjoy the party. There's snacks in the dining room.

Tumblr: I don't like her.

Yahoo: Shh, that's okay. Just find someone you know. Look, there's YouTube over there. Go talk to him. *leaves Tumblr*

YouTube: Sooo...

Tumblr: What're you doing here?

YouTube: Being Google's Wingman. You?

Tumblr: Being Yahoo's Wing-girl.

YouTube: Did she ask you?

Tumblr: Nah. Did he ask you?

YouTube: Yep.

Tumblr: Well, this is awkward.

*they look over at Google trying to subtly flirt with Yahoo*

YouTube: If she didn't ask you, why are you doing this?

Tumblr: They're just so cute together! I know about 90% of my OTPs won't work out, but I thought, just this once... *looks over at Yahoo laughing at one of Google's dumb jokes*

YouTube: I see what you mean. Good luck. *walks away*

Tumblr: I guess it's just me and my feels.

*Instagram walks in*

Instagram: Decaf coffee, Old books, and Peanut Butter M&Ms.

Snapchat: What?

Instagram: #aesthetic.

Snapchat: Oh. What am I?

Instagram: The discontinued lime flavored skittle and corgis.

Snapchat: Cool!

Tumblr: Why are you here?

Instagram: I was invited. I'm doing free aesthetics for everyone here. Let's see... You are... Ocean waves, garbage bins, and fried eggs.

Tumblr:*rolls eyes* Exactly what I was going for.

Snapchat: I might have to leave early.

Instagram: Why?

Snapchat: *disappears*

Tumblr: What just happened?

Instagram: She does that sometimes. Why are you here?

Tumblr: I'm Yahoo's wing-girl.

Instagram: Isn't Yahoo married?

Tumblr: (awkwardly) Oopsie...

*Camera goes back to Google and Yahoo talking*

Google: Okay, I have to ask: Why did you bring Tumblr instead of your husband?

Yahoo: What?

Google: Remember? When everyone was requesting nicknames you said you were married.

Yahoo: Oh... Yeah... I lied.

Tumblr *Gasps and spills popcorn* PLOT TWIST!

Instagram: Where did you even get popcorn?

Tumblr: IMDB gave it to me.

Google: So, you guys are just dating?

Yahoo: I'm single.

Tumblr: OTP OTP OTP...

Instagram: Keep it together!

Google: Wow. That is a very interesting way to keep people from flirting with you.

Yahoo: I guess it wouldn't have stopped Ashley Madison, though.

*they laugh*

Yahoo: How is she?

Google: Still in jail.

Yahoo: Of course.

Tumblr: Nah, this is boring. *throws popcorn behind her* Let's do something else. *looks for Instagram* Instagram?

Instagram: IT'S THE IMPOSTER! *tackles We Heart It.com*

Huffington Post: Who is fighting?

Tumblr: Those two. *gestures towards Instagram yelling "JOHN CENA" and tackling WHI*

Huffington Post: Security, take them outside.

*AVG Antivirus and Norton Antivirus take them outside*

YouTube: This I've gotta see. *follows them out*

Tumblr: No! Don't leave me!

Huffington Post: *walks over to Yahoo* Wow, do you know where those two work?

Yahoo: Well, one of them works in Social media. I don't really know who the other is.

Huffington post: Those social media clowns are what's wrong with this company.

Tumblr: *starts growling*

Huffington Post: I seriously don't understand why you still work there? I could easily pull some strings with Firefox to get you to the news division.

Tumblr: *growls louder*

Huffington Post: And you know how there are absolutely no cute guys in your workplace? The reason is, all the cute ones are journalists. Seriously, just ditch all these annoying wannabes and come to the third floor.

Tumblr: *growls**jumps/tackles Huffington Post and pushes her away* MMM WHATCHA SAAAY

Yahoo: Tumblr!

Tumblr: IT'S FOR YOUR OWN GOOD! GO TO HIM!

Yahoo: What?

Tumblr: IT'S TRUE LOVE!

Yahoo: Sure... *walks away*

Google: What was that about?

Yahoo: Idk, Tumblr's just crazy like that sometimes.

Google: Yeah. *checks watch* It's 11:59 right now. Want to toast to the new year?

Yahoo: I guess.

Google: To insane coworkers, friendly rivalries,

Yahoo: And the fact that everybody we work with has either been taken out by security or has been scared away by Yelp's 1-star review.

Google: Well said. *they toast, then kiss*

Yahoo: (when they finally stop kissing) Happy 2016.

Camera pans so we see Tumblr looking through a window outside. She's on a cell phone.

Tumblr: Hey, is this Wattpad? Ship #140 is now canon!

A/N HAPPY NEW YEAR! I tried to publish this as close to the New Year as I could, but since we're all in different time zones, there's about a 90% chance this isn't 12:00 on January 1st, 2016. And an even greater chance if you aren't reading it exactly when I published it.

The picture above is of Tumblr, drawn by me, and the video is the origin of the "MMM WHATCHA SAAAY" meme.

Also, apologies to Zoe Bigbee for not posting her Fan art of Internet Explorer, which I have had ever since the first episode. I promise I will post it soon in an update called "LOOK! IT'S INTERNET EXPLORER!" 

 Happy New Year!