Novel & Cerita The Fault In Our Stars Memes

And I don't share. --- A/n Oooohhh burnnnn 😏 Let's see what happens next. Remember to vote 😙🖤

It was like someone had loosened a knot that I did not know was there. By the next week the messages stretched longer. She started sending memes that was about anxiety brain fog. A cartoon character that was staring blankly at the wall with the caption “when your thoughts are buffering.” I laughed out loud in my kitchen. The sound made even me surprised. I replied with a crying laughing emoji and then I added. “Too real.”

Comment sections were filled with thousands chanting Justice for Tessa while calling her the pick me girl. Everywhere she looked, Tessa’s face was plastered. Tessa smiling, Tessa crying in the hospital bed, Tessa trending. And Chloe? Chloe was being mocked, insulted, turned into a meme. She clenched her fists so hard her manicured nails dug into her palms.

It didn’t take me long to figure out what was going on—Jaxon was going viral. “This is going to be fun,” Kade chuckled and then kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you later.” I watched him disappear and then kept walking. I stopped in front of a locker to peel off one of the stickers. It was a cartoonish meme of Jaxon, complete with exaggerated wide eyes and a speech bubble that read: "Bidding $5000 on an ex? Obsessed much?" I scoffed, shaking my head. The next one was even worse—"Jaxon’s Punch: Weakest Move of the Year."

My voice was low, dangerous, because if I let it out, I might snap the tablet into two. Olivia’s finger jabbed across the screen, flipping through endless reposts. “It’s everywhere, Damien. T*****r, I*******m, TikTok…memes are already trending. Someone packaged this deliberately. This isn’t random. This was set up.” She bit her lip, then blurted: “What if it’s the Osmonds again?!” Her words knifed through me. But this is not something they would do. My eyes snapped up to meet hers as I remembered.

Photos of our coordinated midnight black outfits were everywhere—Twitter, TikTok, sports blogs, even fashion pages. Headlines screamed: > "THEY WON THE GAME AND OUR HEARTS" "MEXICO'S REAL MVP: MELISSA & XAVIER’S UNDENIABLE CHEMISTRY" "FASHION ICONS OR HOCKEY LEGENDS? WHY NOT BOTH?" Even our celebratory hug had turned into a meme. One viral tweet read: > "If this is a fantasy, then I want no part of reality." Retweeted 60,000 times. My phone buzzed again.

It was been spread anonymously and no one knew who was behind all of it. “I’m not ready to rest until we hunt down the fool behind all these disgusting memes.” Donald fumed. “And we find him, his punishment would be nothing that has never come to him in his entire existence because he would beg for death itself.” I spat, jamming my fists together. After a few weeks, we were able to track down the guy. He was a fat nerd in his 20s. We found him in his dorms in front of his computer, laughing and munching of potato chips with several memes made from my photo.

Someone had even turned Dexter's frosting-covered face into memes. She soon received one from Clara. In the meme, only half of Dexter's handsome face was not covered in frosting. The text beside it read, "Dead inside." For the next three or four days, everyone around Angela couldn't send her a text without adding a few of those memes. Zack was the worst of all. He sent her dozens every day—half of them were ones he had made himself in his office when he had nothing better to do. Wasn't this a little over the top?

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

She pushed past him. He didn’t follow this time. He didn’t know how to. --- Ave — One Hour Later, Her Dorm The post hit the group chat first. A grainy video clip: Ave and Blake, mid-kiss, with the robotics table in the background. Caption: > “Oh, so that’s why they win all the challenges…” 👀💋 #LabLove” The likes were already past 100. Someone reposted it to the school’s meme page. Someone else added a remix with sound effects.