nothing weve posted are even firecrackers compared to this fucking atomic bomb of a post
memeception
WE’VE HIT TERMINAL MEME
I’ve said “I hate this” so many times on this website, and never actually meant it, because “I hate this” is just shorthand for ‘this is an example of a meme given a twist I wasn’t expecting with intent to surprise’. Which is, in of itself, a meme on this site. God damn it.
But this… This is something else.
The rapidity of a meme’s introduction to its zenith to its decline is so rapid that in ten years, you’ll need a damn twenty-page manual to explain this. It’ll be as unfunny and hard to explain as jokes in Shakespeare plays, except even more inexplicable because fuck, at least Shakespeare’s jokes are usually about anal or fucking your mother, good wholesome sex jokes we can all get behind.
For the love of fuck, how do you explain loss.jpg? How do you explain gun?
….I THOUGHT THIS WAS A YMCA REFERENCE
it is a YMCA reference - that’s one of the 6 memes being represented here
ok let me see if i can break this down easily. YMCA is the easiest place to start - the song itself has become a meme over time with people changing the lyrics to reference other pop cultural events. so YMCA is meme one (1)
this first lyric replacement (”take the breadsticks and run”) is a reference to the tumblr meme ‘stuffing breadsticks into my purse’. i think everyone remembers that one so i wont bother to explain it. that’s meme two (2)
“man door hand hook car door” is a meme of its own, a creepypasta from i dont remember when. it was a terrible stupid retelling of the generic ‘stuck in a car while hook handed man tries to kill us’ story so the stupid title caught on for memorability. that in and of itself is meme three (3)
‘gun’ is… yeah i dont know how to explain gun. long story short you add gun to the end of a phrase instead of what you expect the last word to be. its shock funny. its everywhere but its popular to add to “man door hand hook car door” for.. some reason? gun is meme four (4)
and the thing is, this four meme combo is something thats gone around before. meme combos are, itself, a meme. which means taking this meme combo and mixing in another meme actually becomes meme five (5)
which leaves us at loss.jpg. loss.jpg was a terrible bad comic supposed to be about some tragic event, but it was presented so poorly literally no one takes it seriously, and for some reason recreating the four-panel setup has become popular. so thats meme six (6)
(but i need to add that this is the greatest version of loss.jpg i think i’ve ever seen. the initial ‘young man’ lines up with the guy bursting through the door, and the shock meme ‘gun’ matches the shock scene of the woman in the hospital and idk if OP even thought about that but it makes this just so much better)
I wasn’t going to reblog this, but @pagesofkenna‘s comprehensive meme-by-meme annotation is a thing of beauty and should be shared.
average tumblr post contains one meme, this post, which contains six, is an outlier and should not be counted
it might also just be a coincidence due to loss.jpg’s format but the whole white minimalist four-panel setup is also suspiciously reminiscent of those early 2000’s rage comics
I was getting a political compass vibe too
tag urself im man door hand hook car gun
This works better than I thought it would.
This was in my senior project
I’m not sorry.
EIGHT MEME COMBO
FATALITY
We have officially created a new language
I just had to do it to em
THIS FUCKING THREAD I’M GONNA CRY
I LOST IT AND MAN DOOR HAND HOOK CAR GUN AND DIDN’T EXPECT MORE I’M SOBBING
M E M E T E N
OwO?
W o w
You know I had to
I hope you know this is the most cursed addition to my post, and I love it
THIRTEEN!?
SOMEONE EDIT THIS FROM THE ORIGINAL PHOTO SAYING “this one does not spark joy” TO THIS VERSION SAYING “this one sparks joy”
well i added my contribution : )
why—
IM SCREAMING
This is the most elaborate meme I have ever seen and damn am I concerned by how it makes sense.
“You’re in your 30s, but you still understand all this meme stuff?”
“Oh yeah, sure.”
“Can you explain it to me?”
“I absolutely fucking cannot.”
One does not simply explain this
Edit:
Another freaking layer!!!
16 motherfucking layers
In the future someone’s going to ask me to explain this and I’m going to be at a loss.jpg for words
I’m not reblogging this because I want to. I’m reblogging this because sometimes you’re a witness to history whether you want to be or not, and you have to embrace that.
GUYS STOP!! IF WE CONTINUE ON THIS ROAD, THE MEME WILL BECOME TOO POWERFUL!
No keep going, let’s see if we can brake tumblr. If we do let’s use it to brake fb and twitter
You’re chaotic neutral I love it
What he said
Struck by inspiriation twice lads
My humble contribution
I love going through the notes of this and seeing my 16 layer version and 24 layer version circulating.
ive added my end of the chaos
Beautiful
@lowkeyjustvibing what the fuck did you just reblog?
I don’t fishing know
Has this been done yet?
had to contribute to tumblr history
Oh my god this is tumblr history
oh my god my mutuals are doing this too
Yes we are✨
my hand slipped oop
fool i posted my meme before you
oh okay then-
someone-
I dare some one to keep going.
I couldn’t scroll past this and not make an addition 😂
Thank you 😝🤣
i spent half an hour on this addition hope y’all are happy
My humble contribution
I made one
This was a journey, and I’m glad I got to experience it
Inspiration struck
how the fuck is the original one only from 2016
another ending woohoo
Allow me to add onto this masterpiece
ANOTHER
and here we have the stunning conclusion:
Hi, I hate this and my brain hurts
Okay the next time someone asks me to explain Tumblr to them I’m just gonna show them this and watch them slowly implode
PLEASE WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS-
i just went on a whole journey and i would like to go back pls
i was gonna add something with a screenshot of the heart, but i think tumblr ate everything available
truly the terminal meme
it’s back and i am afraid
This abomination is going to Superhell for meme crimes.
I don’t wanna assume it’s sexuality, tho…
Oprahousebookworm’s contribution to this was the latest I had seen. Imagine my sheer terror and pure joy at seeing all the additions to this post! Its beautiful and horrid all at once!
Oh hey it’s this post again
it’s back
AAAAAAAAAAAAA
This was an experience. Wow
This was a journey
If I ever end up letting the person I like follow me here, that’s how you know I’m actually too far gone
Handy Dandy Seventeen Lines Cheat Sheet
So, we all know that Seventeen is broken up into three units: Performance, Hip-Hop, and Vocal. But here’s a cheat sheet of all of Seventeen’s different lines:
Vocal – Jeonghan, Joshua, Woozi, Seokmin, Seungkwan
Hip-Hop – S.Coups, Wonwoo, Mingyu, Vernon
Performance – Jun, Hoshi, The8, Dino
Then there are obviously lines based on age:
The 1995 line, also known as the hyung line: Joshua, Jeonghan, S.Coups
The 1996 line: Jun, Woozi, Wonwoo, Hoshi
The 1997 line: Mingyu, Seokmin, The8
And then the maknae line has it’s own category: Dino, Vernon, Seungkwan
Lines based on place of birth…
China line: The8 and Jun
America line: Vernon and Joshua
But then! There are even more lines to be familiar with. Like…
The leader line! Hoshi, Scoups, and Woozi
The tree line! (In reference to height) Mingyu, Wonwoo, Jun
The sunshine line! Seungkwan, Hoshi, Seokmin
The (debatable) visual line! Jun, Wonwoo, Mingyu
As far as visuals go, I’ve also seen…
…these guys listed!
And then first runner up – Tol and Smol!
I hope this will become of great use to all of you out there who were curious :) All you OG Carats probably knew all of these already, but isn’t it nice to have a handy-dandy list?
If I missed any, tack them on!
The meme line: each and every member
This is so helpful
I just think if we keep our hearts together
I just think if we will build on this trust that we have for one another
Maybe we can make this last a lifetime
Anonymous asked:
A trembling hand M/M
ladonnaingenua answered:
A/N: So out of practice but I am just closing my eyes and pressing post. It’s fascinating starting the show from the beginning again. But go ahead and send me your prompts. Thanks for letting me practice a little on you to get back into the swing of things.
She wakes with a hum of pleasure in her throat, her eyes still closed, her legs stretching, feet curling, toes pointed. Those very toes brush against his calf. She feels like an indolent cat, moving against the sheets slowly, testing each muscle. Her toes wiggle as if to say hello, good morning. Matthew lets out a quiet groan, muffled by the pillow. When she risks the sunlight to lift her heavy lids and peek at him, it appears as if he fell, collapsed, face first into the feather bed and stayed their, limbs akimbo.
Oh, Matthew.
It’s still new–not the easy affection curling in her stomach–but the freedom in that easiness. She is not only allowed to want to lean over and brush the thick hair at the nape of his neck with her fingertips or find his skin in the dark but to actually do it. She smiles and she recognizes she is being rather smug but if she isn’t allowed to feel smug now, after everything, then when?
And all of this at once, her toes against his calf, her smug smile, the way the sheet slips down Matthew’s naked back as he turns towards her collides together until the joy is so piercing it’s like looking directly at the sun. Only a few weeks ago, walking down the aisle towards him, she would not have been able to believe she could be happier than she was in that moment.
“You’re thinking much too loudly,” he announces, his voice appealingly rough with sleep.
“Only of how much I love you,” she replies, pushing the messy blond hair away from his face. He smiles against her palm, eyes still closed.
“Well, that’s fine then,” he sighs and reaches for her, fingertips brushing her hip, his hand finding the small of her back so he can pull her towards him. “But it is very early. And I was awake very late.” He opens his eyes to blink at her innocently.
“But why?” She raises an eyebrow. Her responds with a grin. Their legs twine together; her breasts brush against his chest; a hum begins in the back of her throat.
His lips touch her throat, the hollow just there at her collarbone, teeth grazing along so that she shivers and presses herself completely against him. “I can’t say.” She feels his smile against her skin. “Maybe I can show you.”
“Oh?” His thumb finds her nipple as his mouth moves lower to follow it. “Well, if you must.”
“We’re rather lucky you’re naked this time,” he whispers as he takes her nipple in his mouth in lushly lavish, wet kiss.
She moans. Or he does. Or they both do. It’s hard to tell just now. Still, it’s a game they’ve made up recently, childish really, but she can hardly surrender now. “You mean my corset is lucky.” His fingers trace down the small of her back; his hands cup. She holds on to him by his hair as he rolls her over, settling between her thighs, continuing to playing homage to first one breast and then the other. “What will we tell Anna? I assured her I didn’t need her and then you couldn’t get me out of that thing. It’s destroyed. I would have thought…” He begins to use his teeth in such a delicate way that her body nearly bends like a bow arching into him.
“Yes?” His tongue dips into the valley just above her belly button.
She clears her throat. “I was only saying…I would have thought you were more industrious than that.”
“I got it off of you, didn’t I?” And his grin is wicked when he looks up at her. She is breathing heavily, chest rising and falling, legs shifting slightly in impatience. “It would have been a lot easier if my hands would have stopped shaking.”
He is right. Last night, she’d been telling herself she was ridiculous because she was desperate to be alone with him. She hand’t known that he shared in that desperation until his hand touched her arm. She can still feel them trembling against her skin, not with nerves, but with an intensity and urgency unknown to either of them. Even as they retired for the night and stood to leave, everyone gathered to celebrate their return from their honeymoon, his hand at the small of her back shivered with energy. After ascending the stairs, she found herself pushed against a door that wasn’t theirs as he bit his lip and rubbed himself against her and she struggled in her dress to lift her leg over his hip, her breath hitching. “Don’t stop,” she begged him then.
“I won’t.” Somehow they stumbled to their room. “It’s been a day and half since I’ve had you.”
“You mean,” and this time she bit his lip and he gasped as she kissed it better, “it’s been a day and a half since I’ve had you.”
So they trembled together for a long time.
The morning sun practically bounces off his blond hair. “I don’t know how well this will work, us living with your parents.” He rises to kiss her lips finally and sinks into her without meaning to. “Good morning,” he whispers, grinning foolishly but it doesn’t matter because she is grinning just as foolishly back.
“Indeed,” she hums, her brow winging up. “It seemed practical enough when we discussed it before.”
“Yes, but now I’ve had you.” His hand slips to the nape of her neck as he kisses her, her lip pulled into his mouth to nibble on before it is soothed by his tongue. Her legs wrap around his waist, her arms around his neck.
“And now I’ve had you.”
“We must reconsider.”
She groans. “We must.”
When he slides into her, he breathes her name. “Mary.” She looks into his eyes, even as her hips rise to meet his, inhaling sharply. He groans this time. “You’re trembling.”
“That’s you,” she insists.
It’s both of them.
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