Tinkaton Meme Novels & Stories

he said simply, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip before he kissed me again, lighter this time, almost teasing. We spent the next hour flipping through the endless chaos online, giggling at memes people had already made about Logan’s red face during his argument with Tessa, or the way Tessa stormed down the aisle in heels she could barely walk in. T*****r was merciless, I*******m flooded with edits, TikTok filled with people reenacting the argument for clout. And us? We laughed until my stomach hurt, until tears streaked down my face. “This one,” Liam said, shoving his phone toward me again. It was a meme comparing Logan to a “discount groom who couldn’t even make it through vows.”

Tugging on my lower lip, I quickly typed out a reply, deciding to go with the flow. Me: good…sup? +39 XXX: Sup? What does that mean? A snort escaped me before I could I stop myself. “What the hell are you smiling at?” Tanya asked, pausing on her task at hand. Angela and Ava had their eyes fixed on me too. A fake smile tugged on my lips. “Uhh… nothing? Just saw a funny meme that's all.” Her eyes narrowed, almost like she didn't believe but then she nodded, resuming her work on Ava's nails. “Okay…”

"Thank you for visiting. I hope we can serve you again." The last sound was Jose's as he ushered a client out of Racher Art, a client who had successfully spent Jose's three-hour period inking a tummy tattoo to cover up post–surgery stretch marks. Three hours, sitting for so long that the man's loins rattle as he twists left and right. "Tiring, really tiring." No matter how much he grumbles, Jose is devoted to his job.

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Die Maschinen summen hinter den Türen. Ich gehe. Ich setze mich. Ich stehe wieder auf. Ich denke an das, was sie erlebt hat, an das, was sie allein ertragen hat. Und an das Kind, winzig, zerbrechlich, das irgendwo unter ihren Rippen schlägt. Tania zieht sich schließlich zurück und lässt uns Männer, zwischen Schmerzen, allein. Sie weiß, dass sie Lucas nicht halten kann, noch mich. Diese Verbindung: die von Blut und Liebe, übersteigt sie.

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I taunted him. "Nothing is enough," he huffed. "Should I break your skull or chop off your finger? And then, you can imagine the 'oh ho ho ho' tone in your mind in the background," I jokingly threatened him. (Oh ho ho ho is a song that's widely used as a meme for depicting sad or fucked up situations in India) "What the fuck? I am upset and crying over here and you're imagining about a meme in such a serious situation?" He complained.

Kelechi couldn't even land a single punch or kick on her, just the slap from him to her that started the fight. It was a popular meme for students in my school on social media, that session. One of the memes had a picture of Tobi's hand exactly at Kelechi's jaw with the caption, "Kelechized" and below the picture was written, "Total Tobility". Another had the same picture with a different caption, "When you pre-order an iPhone in an Online

Tanya was such a great wall. They were animated as they started to talk about their favorite memories with their mom. They would usually begin with “Do you remember that time?” Hearing those stories, almost half of them he hasn’t heard before, was fascinating to him. Some were really funny and would make them laugh. Tanya doesn’t often crack jokes. What’s funny about her is mostly her expressions. When she’s disgusted by something, it shows on her face. When something incomprehensible occurs, something that doesn’t make sense, her disbelief is there for all to see. You can essentially hear her voice without her speaking her mind.

"Maybe stupid cow fuck wait to ruin Tink's day again." Mike didn't say anything. Tink's goggles had been an obsession since she had lost them to the minotaur. They were magical, able to see things that ordinary people couldn't, and Tink had waited so long only because the house had needed structural repairs to the front deck. This morning, Tink had announced that she had waited long enough and was ready to move forward with Operation Stupid Cow Fuck (her name, not his). "Ready?" Mike asked, his hand hovering over the small, white painted knob.