THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HAPPINESS.

Who doesn’t love soul-crushing angst? Send me a 💔 and I’ll generate a number, 1-75, and post a starter based on what scenario I get. 

Please note that some of these scenarios may be triggering.

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Not-doing-too-good sentence starters

“Whoa, are you okay?”

“You took that hit pretty hard…”

“Don’t stand up yet.”

“That definitely looks broken…”

“Walk it off.”

“How are you feeling?”

“When was the last time you slept?”

“You look like shit.”

“Have you been eating enough?”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Why are you limping?”

“You’re really pale…”

“Did you just go throw up?”

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“______? You’re bleeding…really bad.”

“That looks infected.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”

“I told you you’d get sick.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”

“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”

“Look at me–you’re safe.”

“Take a deep breath.”

“Are you bleeding?!”

“How’d you get a bruise like that?”

“What happened?”

“Let me help you!”

“Can you hear me?”

“You hit your head pretty hard.”

“Don’t move.”

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”

“Breathe.”

I’m Here, I Understand

Silence made an appearance as the two of them seemed to hold their breath in that moment. Lavi, who had been slightly taken aback by the soft spoken words, blinked with evident surprise before his eye proceeded to narrow in confusion ; head also tiliting instinctively despite their close proximity while at it.

“– YEAH, it’s kinda obvious where y’are. Like, only two inches away from me.” 

His voice was awkward but still keeping ever present playfulness, not wanting to make the female feel as if her presence or company was unwelcome ; for it definitely wasn’t. Yet what caught the redhead’s attention from the start, had been the second part of Lenalee’s odd statement. Lips curled at the edges to form a slow smile in reply to the gentle touch of feminine fingertips against his cheeks before they parted to finally clear the mild curiosity that now irked him.

“– BUT what’s exactly ‘ere to understand, huh?”

               ◊º≈‡≈º◊ The young girl watched the emotions play over his face, eyes flickering    involuntarily to his lips and back to his eye when he tilted his head.    Her fingers traveled to tuck a stray lock of hair back behind her ear,    finding herself smiling in return as she straightened and made a small    noise of amusement at his playfulness.

            “Silly.” she replied fondly but then faltered, smiling slipping slightly    and brows furrowing.

What, really, was there for her to understand? No one else had thought there    was anything out of the ordinary, but she could just feel something. Something    that - if left alone - would eventually cause her to lose him. Her fingers fiddled    with the hem of her skirt as she thought.

            “It’s just that,” she started slowly, picking her words carefully, “you’ve been    gone more often, and I know your Bookman work is important, but it feels like    there’s another reason, like there’s always more to it. I want you to be honest with    me, and talk to me if there’s anything bothering you. I understand that there’s more    to you that what you tell people.”                                                                                                 ◊º≈‡≈º◊

lenalee looks like a princess in that new illustration ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡

I NEED HELP

{I very recently found out that the fees for my living arrangements have not been covered by my sponsor and that there is nothing they can do to help me, leaving me in debt and terrified that I’m gonna get evicted when I have nowhere to go. And being a uni student I already don’t have much in the way of money, so in absolute desperation I’ve made a GoFundMe here and would be eternally grateful for any help, even if it’s just a signal boost please}

GET OVER HERE

HEY YOU

GETTING SO MANY CHARACTERS IT’S BECOMING MESSY? HARD TO KEEP TRACK OF THEM ALL? CAN’T KEEP TRAITS STRAIGHT AND JUST WHEN THE HELL WAS THAT ONE INCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL BRO’S BIRTHDAY AGAIN?

LEMME INTRODUCE YOU TO CHARAHUB.

CHARAHUB IS THIS AWESOME GIFT OF INTERNET GODLY FIGURES WHO WEAVED THE WEBS TO TANGLE TOGETHER A SITE IN WHICH YOU CAN JOT DOWN ALL OF YOUR CHARACTERS.

NOT ONLY ONE, OR TWO, BUT 100 (A MAXIMUM WHICH INCREASES THE MORE YOU GIVE A LINK TOO BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST SO GOD DAMN GREAT)

OH. AND NOT JUST NAMES. BUT YOU CAN WRITE DOWN FACTS. BIRTHDAYS. EYE COLOR. BACKSTORY. WHAT THEY’RE FAVORITE TYPE OF SOCK IS, WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT. THEY HAVE ALMOST 100 TRIVIA QUESTIONS FOR YOU TO FILL OUT ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER, RANGING FROM FAVORITE COLORS TO SOCIOECONOMIC LEVEL (WOW.)

ALSO, GOT FANART? GOT REGULAR ART? POST A MAXIMUM OF TEN IMAGES TO THE IMAGES PAGE. BAM. VISUAL REFRENCE.

CHARACTER IS THE LONG LOST BROTHER’S UNCLE’S COUSINS FORMER ROOMATE? YOU CAN WRITE THAT DOWN IN THE LINK TAB TO HELP CREATE YOUR AWESOME AMAZING TAPESTRY OF RIGHTEOUS WORLD AND CHARACTER BUILDING. 

“BUT WAIT, RYAN, MY GUIDE TO THE NEW AGE, I HAVE SO MANY CHARACTERS, IT’S GOING TO BE A MESS! HOW WILL I EVER BE ABLE TO GROUP THEM TOGETHER?” WELL SIT YOU BUTTUCKUS DOWN IN THAT GOLDEN HIGHCHAIR BECAUSE LEMME SHOW YOU YOUR TICKET TO THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY OF YOUR HEART.

CHARAHUB HAS A GROUP FUNCTION. THAT’S RIGHT YO. YOU CAN CREATE GROUPS (AND WRITE A QUICK SUMMARY ABOUT THE SERIES!!!) AND THEN DRAG AND DROP THAT FINE HUNK OF MAN/WOMAN/ALIENCREATUREFROMTHEPLANETKICKASS/OTHER INTO THE GROUP. AND THEN LOOK AT THAT AMAZING PROFILE. LOOK AT IT. 

SPEAKING OF PROFILES, YOU CAN FOLLOW YOUR FRIENDS AND FAVORITE THERE CHARACTERS? WHATS THAT? TIFFANY TASSELKICKER UPLOADED ANOTHER AMAZING CHARACTER TO THIS WONDERFUL WEBSITE CALLED CHARAHUB? HOLY SHIT. HECKIE YEAH TO THE MOON MAXIMUM POWER. YOU CAN MUTUALLY FAVORITE AND GEEK AWAY TO YOUR HEARTS CONTENT, MY SILLY LITTLE MELONS, AND WATCH WHO THEY CREATE AND WHEN THROUGH THE ACTIVITY SCREEN. 

“WOW RYAN. I HAVE BEEN SO BLIND MY ENTIRE LIFE. WHERE IS THIS AMAZING PIECE OF GODS WORK THAT HAS GRACED HUMANS WITH ITS DIGITAL PRESENCE, AND HOW MUCH DOES IT COST?” I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED MY DARLING TEAPOT BECAUSE THIS SHIT? THIS AMAZING WORK OF SILVER DOLLARS THAT SPRAY FROM SPRINKLERS THE MOMENT SOMEONE PULLS THE FIREALARM OF GREATNESS?

ABSOLUTELY FREE. MY LORD. GETTIN’ HEART PALPITATIONS. SAVE ME I AIN’T GOIN TA HEAVEN.

SO SIT DOWN SON/DAUGHTER/MY DARLING BUCCANEER OF KITTEN TEARS

YOU’LL BE HERE A WHILE

I NEED HELP

{I very recently found out that the fees for my living arrangements have not been covered by my sponsor and that there is nothing they can do to help me, leaving me in debt and terrified that I’m gonna get evicted when I have nowhere to go. And being a uni student I already don’t have much in the way of money, so in absolute desperation I’ve made a GoFundMe here and would be eternally grateful for any help, even if it’s just a signal boost please}

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Swallowtail, I met you up atop the shard.              As we fell, I never thought we’d hit this hard.

                                     evenbrokenbutterfliescanfly

                         Swallow fear, and head straight down into the ground,                  straight down into the crowd you’ve been leaning on,                            the crowd you’d believed were gone.

               bookmanjunior

She doesn’t need to say it; he knows he hurt her. He’s known her a bit too long, gotten too good at looking past facades for the simple fact that he wore one every day of his life. But she’s convincing; there’s a brief second where he wonders if perhaps he was misunderstanding far more than he was pretending to. She jokes with him, voice steady and filled with familiar light laughter that should’ve put him at ease.

“We kinda would!” Lavi says, laughing just as brightly, heart clenching painfully in his chest because he can’t shake the feeling that he’s hurt her and he hates that. More than that, he hates knowing she sparks such feelings in him. He shouldn’t feel anything for anyone. He wants to agree when she speaks of Miranda, that perhaps she’s rubbing off on her, but he knows better. Lenalee is like Allen. The two of them shape the people around them—not the other way around.

Lavi knew that because it was exactly that that had happened to him.

“Uh, yeah, okay,” he said quickly when he realized she’d spoke, stretching tired limbs after a long mission. “See ya later, Lena.”

But deep down, he hopes there’s a long while before they meet again. He doesn’t know if he can face her so soon; he doesn’t know if he can look into her eyes, knowing he was lying to her as much as he was to himself. He could deny his feelings all he wanted, but they were still there, haunting him. That wasn’t something he could have; she wasn’t something he could have. And yet…

“Damn it…”

He reaches up, touched his long fingers to his face, rubs his forehead for a brief moment before ripping his bandana off and throwing it on the floor as if it were somehow the cause of all this. “Damn it…!“

In that moment, he did the only thing he knew to do: He returned to his work. Immersed himself back into his book instead of wallowing in his self-loathing. And he stays that way all damn night.

             ◊º≈‡≈º◊ This was torture. The young girl had spent so many hours replaying the    fiasco in the library that she didn’t even notice the sun set until it was    dark and cold, her eyelids getting too heavy to stay open anymore. She    climbed into bed to get some sleep, hoping tomorrow would be better.

Those hopes were long forgotten by the time 3 am rolled around, having    been tossing and turning, falling in and out of sleep in bursts of nightmares    and muddled feelings that she couldn’t quite remember when she woke up.    Lenalee had long given up on trying to sleep, staring at the ceiling with bleary    eyes and hair sticking to her face. She was just so exhausted, and nothing    seemed to give her any relief.

‘The library would be nice this time of night.’ the thought moved slowly through    her mind. It only took her a few moments to decide it was right and slide herself    out of bed, forgoing her shoes and padding slowly back to the library. It took    so much of her concentration to walk that she managed to make it all the way    to the large window seat, settle in, and start fiddling with the Innocence around    her ankles before her groggy brain even registered that there was still a person    at the table near the window. She nearly jumped when she realised it was Lavi,    hunched over a book.

          “Lavi, why the hell are you still awake? It’s like 3 am!” her voice was filled    with concern, wide eyes staring at him in slight alarm for his health. Part on her    wondering if he’d noticed when she’d come in, and why she hadn’t noticed him,    but brushed the nagging thoughts away.                                                                                                ◊º≈‡≈º◊

can you imagine how hellishly crazy tumblr will be once we finally get into lavi’s character arc

Georges Bataille (via aaronwarners)