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Hellooo how about a Minho x she/her reader where Minho has been hit by the lightning and hs the scars and one day Reader walks on Minho being half naked and she traces his scars and theres tension building up ;) THANK YOU
I love lightning scars Minho so absolutely.
This is a relatively new request, but I'm trying to get some of the easier ones done since I'm currently away.
And I just liked this idea.
□ Sparks □
MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST
SUMMARY: See above. After TDC in the Safe Haven. You're a Right Arm member because I just like the idea.
WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, spice, typical dumb horny teenage bullshit. That's it, really.
You're a member of the Right Arm.
You're not high-ranking or necessarily special. You just ended up tagging along after Vince came through the refugee camp you were staying at.
But that doesn't mean you don't do anything. You're bold and forward, and you went through life-risking measures to help WICKED's Subjects escape.
Because, well, everyone did.
That doesn't matter now, though. They're safe, you're safe - everyone is safe and everything is okay.
Well, kind of.
Trauma doesn't just vanish. But, people are getting on with their lives.
And so are you.
You've ended up befriending some of the Gladers. Originally, you were friends with Harriet and Sonya since they'd been around a while - and they introduced you to the boys. So, you've got your own little friendship group now.
You're particularly close to Frypan and have some friendly competition with Gally. But you like them all the same.
Well...
Almost.
You don't know what it is about Minho that has you in such a chokehold. Sure, maybe if you were some innocent girl from a Maze who didn't know how to act around boys, it would make sense. But you're not.
You've survived the Scorch and the land outside of the remainder of society. It's not like Minho is the first person you've ever been attracted to either. So, why does he make you feel like this?
Apart from the fact he is undeniably attractive.
You figure it's just dumb surface level physical attraction. And with nothing else better to do, you decide to test the waters a bit.
Glancing at him across the table as the bonfire dances and his friends chat, often meeting each other's gaze. He holds it longer than he should. He always does.
Always standing or sitting next to him; your arms or your knees brushing as neither of you make any effort to grow the distance between you.
Playful inside jokes that often have subtle suggestive undertones. Normally, in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it style that the other Gladers brush off or don't notice. This results in Minho smirking into his chosen beverage, drinking up your figure out of the corner of his eye.
It goes on like this for a while; just being in the same friend group with some subtle flirtations going on. It's actually kind of fun and a much needed way to relax.
But it doesn't actually go much further than that. And you're fine with that.
For a while.
The jokes start becoming more explicit. The eye contact becoming less subtle. The closeness becoming drunken dancing instead of just standing together.
People are starting to notice.
The dumb attraction is starting to become actual feelings. He's brave and strong and funny and everything you want - and it's just making the sexual tension thicker.
God - it's getting bad. Anyone and everyone in a room with you two would be able to feel it.
The Gladers often tease Minho about it, talking about how he's one wrong move away from ripping your clothes off and cracking where he stands.
It's taking a lot of resilience from the both of you. Especially since you're both stubborn - it's become a silent game of who will crumble first.
"Hey, (Y/N)!" You're currently sorting out bedding and hauling different types of sleeping arrangements around camp. With Gally being put in charge of the Builders now, the huts are being thrown up like there's no tomorrow.
The Gladers and other Maze Subjects got the first available buildings, along with high up Right Arm members. You don't really mind, to be fair, you enjoy the hammocks and are happy to help the Gladers.
But as Thomas shouts you, you groan, turning around, blankets threatening to spill out of your hold. "Hey, Thomas. You good?"
"Yeah," something seems off about him as he fiddles with the hem of his shirt, "I know you're already busy, but could you check on Minho for me?"
"Huh?" You tilt your head, concern immediately setting in. "Why? Is something wrong?"
"Uh," Thomas did not think this far ahead of his dumb plan. "Well, we just haven't seen him all day - seems kinda down. Figured you'd be the best person to speak to him."
This perplexes you. "Why me? You guys are closer."
And you could've sworn you'd seen Gally and Minho shoving each other about earlier today. Though, maybe you're just mixing up your days.
"Yeah, but he likes you, so..." You pause, farrowing your brows. He likes you? In what context? Like you know that he likes you. But... like, more than just the dumb flirting?
You shake it off. "Alright, gimme a second."
You dump the bedding off where it needs to be and make a beeline for Minho's hut.
Little do you know that Minho has just gotten out of the shower - and is completely fine. Thomas and Frypan decided they'd had enough of enduring the tension between you and this is the result that.
Reaching the door, it's slightly ajar, and in your concerned state, you, for some reason, decide not to knock.
"Hey, Minho, are you-?" You push open the door and immediately freeze.
Well, shit.
Minho stands with his back to you, loose sweatpants hanging off of his hips and he's without a shirt. He rubs his hair with a towel, freezing at your voice and turning slightly to look at you.
Which would be less awkward if you weren't in some kind of trance.
Minho is tall and muscular, and he doesn't have to be half naked for you to be aware of that. But, that's not what's stands out.
All over his upper body, mainly populating his back, are pinkish lines. They travel down his spine and split like webs across his back, some whisps creeping across his sides and grazing his front.
"You just gonna stare or ask me about it?" Minho says after a good few seconds pass.
What do you even ask?
"Uh, what... why..?" You trail off and Minho raises his eyebrow before scoffing.
"I got hit by lightning." He states matter-of-factly. "Ended up giving me some scars."
"When did that happen?"
"Out in the Scorch, just before we met Brenda and Jorge."
"And you never mentioned this?"
"Well, it didn't seem like a big deal," he smirks. "And I'm kinda enjoying the look on your face."
This kind of snaps you back into reality. You're here for a reason.
You clear you throat, closing the door behind you for more privacy just in case the ex-Runner is on the verge of a meltdown. "Are you... alright?"
"Uh, yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Minho is growing more concerned by the second. What is happening here?
"Well, Thomas said that something was wrong and asked me to talk to you."
Minho scoffs, putting the dots together and slowly nodding his head before rubbing his face with his hands. "Did he, now? Shuckin' slinthead. I knew they were up to something."
"Huh?"
"They're messing with you - us, even."
"Huh? Why would- oh! Oh."
Ah. That makes more sense. And is mildly mortifying.
"Yeah." Minho shakes his head, turning away from you again as he mumbles to himself. "Sorry, my friends are dicks."
"It's uh, fine. It's fine."
Your gaze falls back on Minho's chiselled form. He's practically mouth-watering.
And it's not like this is weird. You've been pushing each other's boundaries since day one. This could be another opportunity to see how far you can take things. I mean, he would if this were the other way around. So, with a sudden peak in confidence, you walk over.
Minho chucks his towel on his bed. "So, are you-?"
Minho doesn't even get the chance to finish his question as electricity sparks through him. Again. This time, not because he's nearly dying, but because your fingers graze his back.
His entire body stills, his mind immediately becoming foggy, and the hair on his arms stands on end.
"Do they still hurt?" You ask, your gaze focused on his skin and your voice low.
You're gentle in your moments, letting your fingertips barely tickle his flesh. But with the immediate and tense reaction, you're reminded that Minho is about as touch-straved as someone can get.
He's just good at hiding it.
"Uh, no, not really. They kinda feel weird sometimes, and I was really buggin' out about them when I first noticed them. But I guess I had bigger klunk on my plate." He tries to maintain his composure, but his voice wavers at several points.
You bring your hand higher, dancing across his spine and between his shoulder blades.
"Why were you buggin' out?" You've grown somewhat used to the Glader way of speaking.
He hesitates for a second, physically jumping when your other hand joins in, using your thumb to rub circles and pull at the scars threating to escape to his middrift.
"Well, I uh- shit," he mumbles the cuss word, stepping back more and into your touch, letting his head fall back. "I just... they just look weird, yanno?"
"I think they look hot."
Okay, you're becoming very bold.
"Hm? You think I look hot?" He asks, half-looking over his shoulder at you, not wanting to fully turn around and lose the feeling.
"That's not what I said."
"That's what I'm askin'."
You blink at him, watching his lopsided smile creep across his face.
In a game of confidence - Minho will always win.
Which means trying to play it cool.
"I just think scars are interesting, they tell a story."
"Do you go around touching everyone's scars, then?" He cracks a wicked grin you can't see as he turns his head away again. "That might get you in a bit of trouble around here."
"Yeah, but not with you." It actually is genuinely fun tracing the patterns in his skin. You have one hand following one path and the other following a different one.
"Oh, yeah? How do you know that?"
"Because you like it."
He peers at you again, his face suddenly serious and his tone lower than before. "You're really starting to push it, yanno that?"
"Push what?" You tilt your head, pretending to play innocent.
"You know what."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"So, you're just feeling me up because you think my scars are hot?" He scoffs. "That's what's happening here?"
You think for a second. Fuck it. "Yep."
"Well, there's more scars if you wanna touch them?"
Your eyes flicker to his face, letting your arms fall from his skin. He turns around, holding his hands behind his back, he rocks on his heels.
From his back, travelling to his front are smaller webs of the scarring. At first glance, you thought they only reached around his sides, but now you're realising there's thinner, less noticeable branches trailing across his abs.
He presses his lips into a thin line, almost like he's calling your bluff. Because this is the game you've been playing. Pushing each other. And you've pushed him so he's pushing you.
Though, this very well might end up being the breaking point.
Too stubborn to back down, your hand connects with his stomach area. He flinches, but very quickly relaxes again. You gently run your fingers across the lines and the curves of not only the remains of the electricity, but of just his body.
Your eyes flicker to his face as you expect him to make some cocky comment about how that's not a scar. But he doesn't. His eyes are fixated on your hand.
It's a feeling he's never really experienced before - watching someone enjoy him. Someone touch him with such care. With such want. Someone touching him like this at all is new.
And it's you.
You're the one touching him.
You.
And that's making it so much worse.
He doesn't make any effort to hide or stop the tightening sensation in his pants or the way his chest is rising and falling. His mind is falling into complete fog; he feels like he's taken something he probably shouldn't have.
You notice it, too.
"Minho-?"
"Shut up," he says almost immediately, eyes finally meeting yours. His pupils are wide and his eyelids heavy. "This... this isn't fair. You can't..."
He seems a strange mix of stressed and turned on.
"Okay, I'll stop," you pull your hand away, but he immediately grabs it, laying it flat against his middrift. "Minho?"
"Don't," he mumbles. "Don't stop." He can't look at you properly.
God, what's happening to him?
"Look," he continues, trying to gain some sort of clarity for a second. "If you're just messing around, that's fine, but leave now, okay? 'Cause this is getting cruel."
His words and the way he's acting is sending heat straight to your core. You step towards him, your faces inches apart.
"Are you caving, Minho?" Your voice is sultry as your hand slides further down his front.
"Are you?" He responds, leaning in further, your noses brush and you can feel his breath on your face.
"We can't keep doing this, yanno? One of us has to break eventually." You mumble, practically into his lips.
His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips.
"Shuck it," his hands come to your waist, yanking you closer as he finally kisses you. You squeak from the force behind it as you throw you arms around his neck, clawing into his back to try and steady yourself.
It takes a matter of seconds for Minho to spin you around, pushing you onto the bed, both of you tangling together. Desperation sets in fairly quickly.
Minho's hands under your shirt as you try to pull it over your head. His lips on your neck and chest as he slips a hand under you, trying to yank your jeans down. You leave stains on his skin from your nails.
It's a blur of emotion and hormones.
Then Minho hesitates as he sits back. At first, you think he's just admiring you as you lay in your underwear, but there's something else.
"You good?" You ask, becoming concerned.
"You know we're not gonna be friends anymore if we do this, right? Like the flirting and klunk is fun, but this is different. We can't take this back. A-and I've never done this before. I don't wanna shuck up our friendship or make things weird."
You blink at him before sitting up. He watches you as you move onto your knees and kiss him again.
"I don't wanna be your damn friend, Minho. Take the hint."
It's like there's a light behind his eyes, a smile creeping across his face, but unlike his usual cocky smirk, it's soft and warm and genuine.
He pecks your lips. It's sweet and unusual for him. "You wanna be more than friends, then?"
"Yeah," you chuckle, "but I'm sure we can worry about that later. We're a bit busy right now." You wrap your arms around his neck again, lightly touching the scars on his back. He grins at you, connecting your lips again as he pushes you down.
He pulls away, his teeth brushing your ear lobe as he lets out a low chuckle.
"Sounds like a good plan."
Here ya go, another spicey Minho piece for y'all.
I hope you enjoyed :))
MY MAN CRUSH MONDAY IS...WILL POULTER
FULL NAME: William Jack Poulter
DATE OF BIRTH: January 28, 1993
PLACE OF BIRTH: Hammersmith, London, England
AGE: 30
SIGN: Aquarius
BEST KNOWN FOR: Portraying Gally in The Maze Runner and The Maze Runner: The Death Cure; Jim Bridger in The Revenant; Mark in Midsommar; Adam Warlock in Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3; and Luca on The Bear.
HEIGHT: 6 feet and 3 inches tall
Just so y'all know. I'm in love with Dylan O'Brien.
Another Apo bc I love him!
Tw! Gore!
The sketch looked better 😔
To anyone who is obsessed with Newt from the Maze Runner just like myself, here is my drawing of him :)
and if you get rid of every depressed scrawny british boy hopelessly in love with his best friend, who's going to be the glue to your fucked up little maze experiments, ava paige?
Portrait of Dylan O'Brien for my sister ♡
(Please don't repost)
Book Review: The Maze Runner by James Dashner
The Maze Runner by James Dashner
Genre: Teen Sci-fi
Publisher: Delacorte Press; Reprint edition (August 24, 2010)
My Rating: 2.5 stars out of 5
Synopsis from Amazon.com: When Thomas wakes up in the lift, the only thing he can remember is his name. He’s surrounded by strangers—boys whose memories are also gone.
Outside the towering stone walls that surround the Glade is a limitless, ever-changing maze. It’s the only way out—and no one’s ever made it through alive.
Everything is going to change.
Then a girl arrives. The first girl ever. And the message she delivers is terrifying.
Remember. Survive. Run.
Review:
This book had such a unique sort of premise, it's just a shame how it was written. I didn’t particularly like this book because it didn’t hold my attention-- the plot was so lackluster, and it felt drawn out. It takes so long for the actual action to start, or for any sort of movement in the book to start.
It could have been an amazing book, and as it is it has been very successful in catching an audience; there is a film for it due to release later this year. Had it been well written or had a faster pace, it could’ve been a fantastic read. I had to struggle just to finish this book.
The execution of this idea in story form was quite poor-- the idea alone was not enough to keep me interested. The writing itself was mediocre at best, but the writing was not the main problem. The story progressed so slowly, the events drawn out, as if the author was paying more thought to length than quality of the story. There wasn't enough happening to be interesting; it was dry. Not that a book needs to be filled with action every moment to be a good read, but everything in the book should at least hold some sort of significance, even the slow scenes. This book did not follow that idea.
The development of the characters was minimal, preventing any real connection with the reader and any of the characters. I found that I didn't really care what happened to any of the characters in the Glade. We cannot really sympathize with the characters situations (memory loss, confusion, loneliness, etc.) because there is no depth to these characters or their emotions.
The threat and unease of the maze is not convincing, either-- yes, there is the overhanging threat of the “creator” person, the people responsible for putting them in the maze. There is also the question of if they will ever solve the maze and escape, but we don’t really focus on that. It is mentioned in passing, but we don’t really sense any “fear” from the characters. The grievers don’t even feel ominous or fear-invoking-- they are rolling balls of goo and knives. Not very frightening, if you ask me.
I think this idea wasn't so good in novel form, but I think it will make a fantastic film. The visuals will be emphasized, and the lack of action of pacing in the book leaves for very little actual material to be stuffed into a two hour time. This is good for the film version: it will seem faster and we will not miss anything as viewers, because everything you need to know will be included in the film due to the lack of other substance in the book. The visual aspect of it will be what makes it a successful eye-catching film. The book felt like the author had drawn it out and added long boring, pointless sections so as to meet a page or word-count quota. As a movie, the shortness and lack of content will be a good thing.
It was interesting to see the idea of the rat-in-the-maze re-imagined. I really had high hopes for this book. As it is, I will not be reading farther into the series. However, I will go see the movie when it comes out.
Final verdict:
I give this book 2.5 out of 5 stars. It got this many stars for the interesting idea and premise alone.
I would not recommend this book to anyone, unless you find boring, slowly paced books with not-believable characters interesting. If you do, kudos.
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One of my favourite dumb but funny moments in fantasy/sci-fi books or shows is when everything from the characters, the locations, the houses, to the animals have crazy weird names, like fantasy names that are basically just a bunch of syllables smooshed together, but then one of the main characters or even the main character has the stupidest real life name ever.
My favourite example: the Dune series. All the weirdest names under the sun for everything in that series and then one of the main characters name is Paul. Like why is his name Paul?? (i know there is actual story reasons for it but still) One of the worst white boy names ever imo. His last name is Atreides, and his first name is Paul?? Like we were apparently smart enough up to that point to comprehend all the other weird names but the main character had to be the most recognizable basic name ever. Like come on.
Hilarious and infuriating at the same time.
This defeatist attitude of "well it is what it is, gofundmes will keep stagnating and won't work" will push people away from trying to organize anything and those who are sitting on their hands will get one more affirmation that this is a lost cause. Palestinians are literally dying! Need I remind you that these fundraisers are their lifelines?? It has been repeatedly said that if someone cannot donate, then they should at least boost and that means more than just reblogging-> posting on other social media/ sending it to group chats/ sending it to your family, friends, colleagues etc to seek out potential donors. There is more than one way to help...Anyway I got this comment under a post I made for Siraj Abudayeh. Idk what else to say except to request you to not be complacent, as this harms him and every other Gazan who is fundraising to survive.
Donate and if you can't then boost. We have to get to 60k by tomorrow.
[ Vet at 219 ] [ art raffle + zine ]
Newt: You know those moments where I tell you something isn't a good idea?
Thomas: and then I ignore you, yeah.
People who say that Teresa killed Newt:
When they were finally in Safe Haven, Minho sat down with Thomas and he went on about how Newt talked to Minho about his love for Thomas and the reason why Newt stuck to Thomas because the last place he wanted to be before he died was in his arms...
From then, Thomas knew that he would never be in love with anyone else again
NEWTMAS HEADCANNONS BECAUSE WHY NOT
On our episode fix-it: Newt lives edition ☹️🫶
Thomas WOULD NEVER shoot Newt. No. He threw the gun away (AS FAAAARRRRR AS HE COULD), emptied the bullet sockets, and continued to hug Newt instead
No matter how feral Crank!Newt was, no matter how deep he clawed Thomas' heart, back, neck, chest, he kept holding on, holding on to him like a lifeline and soothing him in his dialogue, "Kill me before I become one of those cannibal monsters! Kill me!"
"It's okay..love...it's okay"
Brenda and Minho actually got the serum/syringe in time to inject him wuth the cure/Thomas' blood
Them laying Newt down in safe haven to see if he's still alive, he is.
Thomas staying by Newt's side as his heartbeat is the only thing keeping him going, listening to his heartbeats.
Before Newt woke up Minho sat down with Thomas and he went on about how Newt talked to Minho about his love for Thomas and the reason why Newt stuck to Thomas because if he died the last place he wanted to be was in his arms... ☹️
Newt finally waking up with the sight of Thomas, appearing tousled with a bowl of soup (that he asked Frypan to make) ☹️☹️, his body still half conscious, wrecked, aching, and dizzy enough to not realized that his skin cleared from the flare and slowly recovering
Thomas finally tearing up a bit when Newt finally woke up and he laid his hand on his back to steady him, gently wiping Newt's face and body from liquid and blood
"Open up, sweetheart, you need to eat." Thomas said as he gently lifted a spoon of soup to Newt
Newt weakly smiling as he saw Thomas tenderly taking care of him, opening up and accepting his fate to be spoonfed by Thomas
TELL ME IF YOU WANT MOREE PLEASE 🥺🫶
Now this is MY KIND of multifandom. 🙄
Catch me in the corner uncontrollably sobbing every time I remember Newt and Peeta became their worst fears and tried to kill the one they loved.
UGGGHHHHH THEY'RE SO CUTE I CAN'T EVEN
Newt who is the sun • Thomas who is the moon
Newt who is always cold •Thomas who warms him up
Thomas who cant cook to save his life • Newt who makes dinner for them
Newt who is a cat person • Thomas who is a dog person
Newt who loves gardening • Thomas who can’t keep plants alive
Thomas who is disorganised • Newt who gets anxious if things aren’t organised
Newt who had autism • Thomas who had ADHD
Newt who loves to read • Thomas who loves listening to him read
Newt who doesn’t like talking about his emotions • Thomas who is there for him anyway
Newt who likes to sleep in • Thomas who wakes up early to run
Newt who’s leg hurts him • Thomas who massages it for him
Thomas who is always fidgeting • Newt who is the only one who can make him relax
Newt who has nightmares a lot • Thomas who holds him and tells him he isn’t alone
Thomas who has survivors guilt • Newt who tells him it isn’t his fault
Newt who has never felt loved • Thomas who loves him unconditionally
I, too, am Newt Isaacs because (Pt 2):
I, too, am in love with the reckless, asks-too-many-questions, stubborn, and STUPID new boy in my community. I, too, offered him a weird colourful drink that he drank and felt weird with. I sat next to him on the first nights we met as we shared talks (but really tho, 95% of the time he was the one ASKING QUESTIONS).
I also found out that he also KNEW A GIRL that eventually showed up, wait- a girl showed up..
I find it strange that they suddenly talk to eachother and care about eachother a lot.
I, too, am mentally ill (but I'm too young to get meds), and I had skin conditions that made my foot looked like zombie foot 🙄
WAIT
I'm in love with him.
I'm in love with my guy bestfriend
I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl.
I can't say anything about it because he'll find out that I like him and I'm not his partner, but I eventually confronted him about her anyway by yelling and screaming at him.
I HATE HIM SO MUCH I HATE THIS PLACE HE LIED TO ME HE IS IN LOVE WITH HER HE IS THE CURE WHY DOES EVERYONE NEED HIM EVERYONE NEEDS HIM EVERYONE WANTS HIM I HATE HIM SO MUCH (I grew a twinge of hope when I realized I'm in live w him)
I gave my guy bsf a letter to show how much I loved cared about him and that from the moment that he did the most reckless thing I've ever seen anyone doing I KNEW I would follow him anywhere, and I have, and I wouldn't change a thing.
He says we're just friends but I watched him as he slowly held my body, his eyes slowly losing every spark of hope
I'll never make it out alive, but I sure hope that he lives a happier life than me, but also fuck you Johannes (Thomas) I hate you
Y'ALL CAN CALL ME NEWT FROM THE MAZE RUNNER 'CAUSE-
He was new to the glade (school/community idk what to call it in English)
We shared talks, sat next to eachother, I offered him a weird colourful drink
Man he asked SO MANY questions
I sat next to him near the fireplace (table) and looked at him as if he hung the moon, stars, and the entire solar system
HE WAS RECKLESS AS FUCK AND GOT HIMSELF IN TROUBLE
A strange person joined us (again, school/community, whatever)
Wait..it's a girl now?
"It's a girl.."
And..
Okay
Suddenly he TALKS TO HER A LOT FOR SOME REASON
AND HE SPENDS SO MUCH TIME WITH HER
AND SEEMINGLY CARES A LOT ABOUT STRANGERS
OH THEY WEREN'T STRANGERS AFTER ALL?
THEY WORKED IN THE SAME PLACE
Just no.
Uh oh.
Am I in love with him?
The boy I'm in love with is in love with another girl
I was just home from school after screaming "DON'T LIE TO ME!" at my guy bsf (The boy I'm in love with)
He claims to just "care" about her but WE ALL KNOW HE STILL LIKES HIM FOR EVERYTHING SHE DID TO HIM FOR SOME REASON
I had excema that made my skin MAD GOOEY and I looked like a walking zombie
I'm in love with someone so stupid and reckless for some reason
I do, also have a mental condition (but they told me I'm too young to be on meds so- 😁🙏)
I have no right to be mad that he cares about that girl because I'm not his partner
I HATE HIM I HATE THIS PLACE (I grew a twinge of hope when I realized I was in love with him)
I, too, was not immune and never made it out alive (academically), meanwhile HE was immune and EVEN THE CURE. EVERYONE NEEDS HIM EVERYONE WANTS HIM I HATE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH (Crank Newt, probably)
My guy would probably be the first person to murder me atp
I wrote him a letter (like, seriously) about how I'm happy that he was my friend and I genuinely wished him to be happier.
I'm in love with a boy that's in love with another girl.
OH Newt I love you so much 🫡 you deserve to live, even if you didn't make it to safe haven
I Wished someone would love me the way Newt loves Thomas and the way Thomas loves Newt :(
(Canon)
CAUSE TELL ME ABOUT Newt having a limp, having a mental illness, and getting his body slowly ripped apart and eaten away by the FLARE and Thomas will still carry his body and look into his eyes like he's the most beautiful person to ever exist in his life HELLO????
TELL ME ABOUT how he thought of Newt and held his hand many times???
TELL ME ABOUT how no other soul except Newt calls Thomas "Tommy" ???????????
TELL ME ABOUT how Newt got mad (jealous obv 🙂↕️) that Thomas "cares" more about Teresa????
TELL ME ABOUT "But from the moment you ran into the maze, I knew that I would follow you anywhere. And I have. We all have. If I could do it all over again I would, and I wouldn't change a thing." Cause bro are there any other fancier words to say " I love you" ???????
TELL ME ABOUT the letter Newt gave to Thomas as he was slowly turning into a crank and dying?
TELL ME ABOUT Newt dying in Thomas's arms?????
(Fanon)
TELL ME ABOUT HOW IN THAT *ONE* FANFIC noticing Newt's limp, Thomas slowly walks Newt through the scorch, hand in hand with him and never letting Newt out of his touch, and when Newt gets too tired he'll say, "It's okay, I can carry you there" (Thomas taking care of Newt especially when he's limping is just SKSSKAKAJKAKS)
Tell me about despite his physical and mental flaws, Thomas will look back to Newt and say, "I love you."
Tell me about despite all the terrors and fast paced events that they have gone through Newt will look back to Thomas and say, "You can't save everyone. I'm really proud of you and I love you, Tommy." (Ykyk Newt lives alternative)
I love Newtmas too much :(((
I wondered how many gladers promised their friends, partners, and loved ones to take them to safe haven yet ended up becoming cranks, losing their loved ones, or even themselves trying to fight through..
Great. I am now in tears.
Fanfictions taught me to never think that I am "not good" or "not pretty" enough for someone ever again.
I MEAN I legit have seen the most questionable creatures, cranks, animagus, werewolves, etc and their human partner will still be like "you're the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life" AKAJAJAJJAJAJAJ
I have seen every human feature and imperfections possible; Freckles, moles, acne, scars, cuts, bruises, callouses, pockmarks, limps, blood, wounds, flesh, bones, black veins,and bites with their skin slightly tingling as their love interest plants kisses all over their bodies
"But I (have/am) a disease/mental illness/disability/traumatic past/suicidal thoughts/self harm scars/ the chosen one/on the run/..."
"I love you."
So, that will be it, friends. Learn fron your favorite fanfictions, tropes, ships and fictional characters. DO NOT let anyone think that you're "not pretty enough" and "not good enough" for someone. You are lovable. You WILL find the right person. <3
-April.
Me: *watches a movie series adapted from a book series*
Me: Alright I'm going to join the fandom and maybe buy the books-
*Me eventually joining the fandom and learning about the series*
*Sees the entire fandom fighting and arguing on about how inaccurate the movies are compared to the books*
Me: Holy shit here we go again-