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The Maze Runner soundtrack on crack
The Maze Runner:
Hey Mickey by Toni Basil - Minho and Ben enter the glade on Thomas’ first day
Bitch by Von Wegen Lisbeth - Thomas runs into the maze
I knew you were trouble by Taylor Swift - Gally punches Thomas after the griever attack
Untergang des Abendlands by Von Wegen Lisbeth - The flare
The Scorch Trails:
Charmless man by blur - Janson’s theme song
Don’t go yet by Camila Cabello - the gladers escape the facility
Danger Zone by Kenny Loggins - The scorch
Hot summer night by Miami Sound Machine - sleeping in the scorch
Breakfast by Dove Cameron - Brenda’s first apperience on screen
Viva las Vegas by Elvis Presley - the Brenda and Thomas party scene
Getaway car by Taylor Swift - Bertha
Girls just wanna have fun by Cindy Lauper - Sonya and Harriet threaten the gladers with guns
The Death Cure:
Mamma Mia by ABBA - Minho hallucinates being in the glade
Karma by Taylor Swift - Thomas punches Gally
Another one bites the dust by Queen - Lawrence blows the gate to the last city up
It’s the end of the world as we know it by R.E.M - the fall of the last city
Die young by Kesha - :)
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1L6nxWgqCf8Qh7rpAs9LWu?si=4b7fd09e97f549f2
“Und wir singen im Atomschutzbunker: ‘Hurra, diese Welt geht unter!’
by K.I.Z
@mazerunner-goes-eurovision
After reading the books, i got inspired to draw a few scenes
Her and Newt traded genders and sexualities (I take your trans!lesbian!Sonya and raise you trans!gay!Newt)
with dreams came rain, part one. thomas x green-eyed reader
summary 📣: in which thomas has a dream about a pretty girl with pretty green eyes from his past
warning/s 🚫: “angst”
slater’s note 🗯: au but also still follows the storyline of the scorch trials (part two?)
sleep was hard to come by now a days.
the heat of the scorch sent thomas over on edge as he would have barely have time to sleep before being woken from deep sweats of stress and bad dreams that were always the same and always reoccurring but always so short.
he’d lie awake at night with his hands folded over his chest while his eyes studied the surface of the sky. dark and blue with tiny little lights that were just barely visible through the usual clouds full of thunder and lightening but never really rain.
he’d think and he’d hope for sleep and for peace to come to his mind at last but he knew it’d never come.
when sleep did come, he’d wish for the dream.
the dream with the pretty girl around his age with memorizing pretty green eyes filled with youth and spark. he could see the soul in them, full of harmonious joy that gave him life, that fueled him with happiness.
it was always the same. begun the same, ended the same, never with a hello nor with a goodbye.
and that angered him. he was always set mad with the lack of time he had. he wanted more. he wanted to say goodbye.
“look at the sky, thomas, look how pretty.”
everytime he saw you, it always rained.
literally rained. water fell from the sky, drenching the dry, hot sand. blinding any live eyes of the scorch.
“looks so soft and...”
“...calming.”
he held you closely and tightly with his arm wrapped around your back while the other held your arm, making sure you were stable up close on top of him.
“you make me feel calm... you make me happy, thomas,” you rolled over so your chest was fully pressed against his, hearts connecting, hands lacing together like puzzle pieces.
he felt like he couldn’t breathe. everything you were doing he wanted to last forever and yet he hadn’t had the slightest clue who you were despite everything feeling familiar.
like this was done before, you were real and not a figment of his imagination. every repetitive touch you shared together, every kiss, every word, every noise... it seemed all real and all just a distant memory that his subconscious was pulling up for a sense of relief.
“i feel stuck in my head when i’m not with you,” you whispered, lips moving closer to his, every inch closer to desire and praise and relief.
relief from the built up tension in his stomach. relief from the scorch. relief from WICKED, being hunted, seeing his friends dying, starting life over and over again. it was all relief once your lips touched his.
“please, never leave me.”
he should’ve known it was a dream by how good he felt and by the words that fell from his mouth so effortlessly and mindlessly and by how he didn’t worry about anything.
his stomach felt like as if there were a million tiny bunches of bubbles swarming and consuming every bit of him as he took in every bit of you.
“i wouldn’t dream of it.”
it always ended there. the fantasy world of soft colors and warm weather began to melt away and disappear, slipping from his finger tips no matter how hard he tried to grasp it, hold on tightly, but that only made it fall away faster.
and then it rained.
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home. thomas x reader
summary 📣: in which reader and thomas share a close moment wondering if they’re finally home
warning/s 🚫: naked fluff, swearing
slater’s note 🗯: thomas has blue eyes in this okay?
it was peaceful.
the high pressured water knocked down all the pain away, all the soreness from running and rushing away from all the past problems that happened in the last few day. it all went down the drain.
the heat made your skin go numb in the most sensational way, the best feeling that had ever touched your skin in the longest time. you wanted to stay in there forever, but something was drawing you away into your new profound home.
you turned off the faucet, running your hands through your wet hair before stepping out of the shower, the cold air immediately nipped all over at your skin, surrounding you in coldness. it made you shiver while wrapping the white towel hung next to your stall around your body.
the room seemed to be completely empty, taking you by surprise since just like you, no one had had a proper shower in years. you shifted back and forth on your feet, the cold, wet tiles pressing hard against the bareness while you thought, soon noticing you weren’t the only one that still occupied the the shower room.
the water echoed loudly throughout the hollow, tiled filled room. it sounded lightly of a rainstorm, reminding you of afternoons in the glade when heavy water droplets fell from the previously clear blue sky, roughly crashing into the ground and tearing up the grass.
it didn’t feel real. none of it. hours ago you could've sworn there no other world out there than besides the glade, and no other people than besides the hundreds of boys that came in and out of the glade, death stealing them from their feet.
until thomas. with his crazy ambition and pretty blue eyes that drove you wild and out of your mind. the things he did within a couple of days you couldn’t ever do in a couple of years. he saved you, every one of you.
“hey, pretty boy,” you peaked your head through the thin manila material that shaded everyones eyes away from the person in the shower stall, that being pretty crystal blue eyed thomas.
how'd you guess?
he turned around, slightly shocked before realizing it was you, his facial features softening but yet slightly surprised still.
“nice ass.”
“shut up.”
you smiled up at him, admiring the way his eyes were shining back at yours, full of feverishness, high of energy. the rest of him looked worn out, your eyes dragging away his own, studying his low held shoulders, bruised, but clean.
“you gonna join me or not?”
you dropped your towel, your smile expanding at his words. you had never been with him personally, not this personally anyways. he was always a rock for you the moment he came from the box, finding a strange sense of comfort in him, as did he with you.
the moment you met thomas, you immediately saw something you never saw in other boys that came to the maze.
he had a court of hope that filled his eyes. it looked like he never slept, and for that, it also looked like his mind never stopped racing, never stopped thinking. he was special, he didn’t give up, he wasn’t okay with the fact that he was trapped unlike the other half of the boys who were rather comfortable with it.
he was a prodigy of hope.
“you talk to all girls that way, thomas?” “never met one until now.”
he held you close, his fingers pressing deeply into your hipbones as his eyes filled your own, full of admiration, consuming every feature of yours. he had an amused look on his face as he begun to pull you closer and closer, soon pulling you beneath the hot water.
his amused smiled expanded into a playful one as the two of your were now completely emerged in the warmth of thick droplets of steaming hot water.
your chest was soon pressed against his before the eagerness got the better of the both of you. his head dipped down close to you until the both of your mouths were pressed against one another’s.
a tension of pleasure begun to build up in your stomach as he worked his lips against yours, sucking before your head dropped backwards letting a low exhale of pleasure escape past your lips.
the slightest opening of your mouth made him take his chances, slipping his tongue against yours.
“you sure kiss like you have,” you pulled away, a smiled swarming your face as you watch him roll his eyes before cupping your cheek, kissing you one last time on your lips before pulling you into an embrace.
you had never felt that way before. a strange sense of comfort filled your stomach like a glass of juice. it added onto the warm ness of the shower as your cheek was pressed against thomas’ bare chest while his chin was pressed in the crook of your neck.
he pressed soft, wet kisses against your shoulder making your stomach go warm in happiness, a different happiness you had never felt before. you had never felt such a fast yet long euphoria made from such a closeness you had with nobody before.
you pressed a soft kiss against his chest before pulling away slightly, looking up to the boy with full admiration, “you think we’ll stay like this forever?”
“what, in the shower..?”
“no,” you lightly laughed breathily, “happy, safe... home.”
he pressed his lips together in a thin line, his eyes reaching the far top of the ceiling, thinking and thinking before looking down again, meeting your eager and rare innocent looking eyes.
“we’re close, baby, real close.”
you melt. your hand reaches up to touch his face lightly, thumb caressing the light cut along his cheekbone. he closes his eyes lightly underneath your soft touch, soaking up how gentle you were.
“you’re home to me, thomas,” you whispered, continuing to stroke his cheek before you paused, rubbing your lips together before jumping up on your tippy toes, kissing his pretty lips.
maybe it was too fast, too random, too out of pocket... but you felt as if you needed to say it. you wanted him to hear it no matter how short of a time you knew him.
“i’ve never felt this way about anyone, no one has ever made me feel this safe,” your hand tracked to the back of his neck, running your fingers through the back of hair, “you feel like home.”
her laugh. newt x reader
summary 📰: in which newt calms reader from her anger against gally
warning/s 📬: unedited, blue eyed thomas
slater’s note 📮: uhh this originally was a thomas fic but oops
gally could tell he was losing power just as much as anyone could. it was obvious he was no longer the center attention once the boy with pretty blue eyes entered the glade with chaotic curiosity for the truth with him.
gally was angry with the way thing were folding out before him, with the way things were changing. it was all right before his eyes happening so fast he couldn’t even do anything but yell.
you could see the anger inside of him, fuming to the brim as you stared intently, watching him go off about how thomas was breaking the rules and deserved to be punished.
you bit your tongue, resisting the urge to argue with the wall of bullshit he was building. he was completely ignoring the fact that even though he did break the rules, he saved two important people of your glade.
“the rules are the only thing that have kept us together, why now are we questioning that?” gally looked around the circle of the eight of you before looking back to newt, “you know alby would agree with me on this.”
“don’t bring him up,” you mumbled, shaking your head as rubbed your finger tips against your bottom lip.
“what?” gally raised his eyebrows as if taunting you, challenging you speak up against him again and with how close he leaned towards you, you would usually shut you right up but it only fueled your fire more.
you looked up to him, challenging him right back, “don’t talk about alby, gally. he’s not here right now, so you don’t know what he would agree with.”
“well someone here needs to state the obvious and that is the fact that of new greenie here needs to be punished.”
“yes, and that someone is newt,” you gave gally a pointed look, “there’s a reason you weren’t pointed as second in command.”
his eyes just about popped out of his head as he stared you down. it seem as though he was about to strangle you if you hadn’t exited the tent.
you felt heat rise to your cheeks as an unusual amount of feeling overwhelmed. you knew that was about to bite you in the ass near future because no one ever felt the need to stand up to gally but rather allow him to bitch it out. it never really was worth the fight.
“hey, wait,” you felt a hand reach your shoulder before rather roughly turning you around to face them, to face newt, “calm down, cowgirl.”
you shook your head as both of newt’s hands reached on both sides of your face as if steadying you in place. he smiled lightly, his eyebrows rising as if questioning if you were alright.
his eyes dazzled and it made you swallow roughly, “he’s going down too hard on him, newt, and if he doesn’t knock it off i’m gonna punch him in the gut.”
“settle down, alright?” he gave you a light pointed look, amusement twinned up and around his slowly forming smile, “you’re too pretty to worry about big old gally and his problem with the new greenie, okay? i’m starting to get worried he’s gonna strangle you before you can do it yourself.”
you rolled your eyes, nodding your head for no entire reason of agreement aside to bring peace of mind to newt. you laid your hand on his, slowly bringing it away from your rosy left cheek, moving it so you can hold it tightly.
he nods, satisfied with the simple nod, “alright, now before you do anything crazy... i want a kiss as a reassurance that you’ll somewhat listen to what i’ve told you.”
you rolled your eyes, shifting your head from left to right before reaching your hand up to the side of his head, rubbing his cheekbone, “you’re not getting a kiss that easy, babe.”
he smirked, his hands going back up to clutch your head tightly, shaking his head, “you know you’re really lucky i like you.”
you smiled, before giggling loudly, something that rarely ever happened and made newt smile even harder as he begun to press kisses all over your face and lightly on your neck.
your laugh became louder and louder and more heads begun to turn your way as the sweet noise echoed throughout the glade. your laugh was always nice to hear, it brought sweet thoughts to the young boys’ heads, reminding them of better things that went far from the glade and the maze.
“alright, alright, alright! i’ll kiss you,” you smiled widely, trying your best to pull away from his strong grip full of love.
“good,” he whispered, pulling away finally, waiting for you to lean in, pressing your lips against his. “alright, now try not to kill anyone, love.”
“cant promise anything.”
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these two will always be my favourite
So cute
I wish someone would look at me the way Aris looks at cornbread.
I believe there is something wrong with me
What is it about this man
(Aris appreciation post, because Movie!Aris deserves the world)
I'm fucking crying
Fucking sobbing
You’re my big brother.You’re supposed to be the one comforting me.
Your girl just dropped some money at B&N
I'm back on my bullshit y'all
Books Bought:
The Maze Runner, The Scorch Trials, The Death Cure, The Kill Order, The Fever Code, Crank Palace, The Maze Cutter
I'll be back in a week when I finish everything
if you understand thomesa i immediately know that you read the books
Every time I hear the song 'lovely' by Billie Eilish & Khalid I get serious Maze Runner vibes.
Mostly Teresa, and I always thought that it worked well for Thomresa or Minresa. But it just gives Maze Runner in general.
I play this song on repeat when I'm feeling sad about TMR honestly.
I don't know how I managed to forget the moment where Thomas just threw out the most diabolical question to Aris in the books. Like, yes, I understand why he did it- he was trying to create a diversion so he could escape. But looking that boy dead in the eyes and asking "What did Rachel look like as she bled to death?" IS VILE.
Like- THOMAS 😭
I feel like instead of the Maze Cutter series, we would enjoy a Maze B TMR series. Like, yes, I know we already know what's happened in the books, but it would be great to see other POVs
I think it should go something like this:
The Maze Runner (Group B) - Rachel, since she's Thomas's opposite.
The Scorch Trials (Group B) - Aris, because I need to see what was going on with his and Teresa's planning.
The Death Cure (Group B) - Sonya, because she's a part of the group that escapes before Thomas and the others do, and she's one of the ones chucked back in the Maze.
Or Aris for all three, because my Roman Empire is Movie!Aris and I really wanna love Book!Aris.
Just a thought.
Alright, hear me out:
Movie!Aris is my all-time favorite TMR character ever. Like, his book counterpart makes him look like Mother Teresa, and I think that's beautiful. He has a great relationship with the girls, and I love it so much that I can not put it into words. Also, he's played by Jacob Lofland, so what's not to love?
But Book!Aris is a lot different.
He came first, so he was the first Aris I encountered when I was like - 12. I thought he was odd at first, and then I didn't like him because of the betrayal. I considered him manipulative and as bad as Teresa, so he was definitely ranked low on my list of favorites. But having dropped the series for a few years and watching the movies before re-reading, I gained a soft spot for Aris.
After reading the Fever Code, I started to recognize that Aris was likely not as on-board with WICKED as Teresa was. Because Teresa was Ride-or-Die with WICKED, fully ready to give her own life for its missions. Aris's commitment, on the other hand, seemed more...casual, than passionate.
He was more nonchalant about it, one of his quotes being something along the lines of "I guess I'd rather sacrifice a million to save billions." I personally think that Aris's already casual attitude about WICKED slowly turned into one of disdain, especially after they killed Rachel.
I remember, in the Scorch Trials, that when he was telling Thomas to go into the gas chamber in the betrayal scene he made a comment like "Maybe this is all a ruse and we'll all be fine after this" which is EXACTLY what happened. Teresa saying "Shut up, Aris," made me think that Aris was trying to reassure Thomas that everything was going to be okay, that he wasn't fully immersed in the lies and deceit like Teresa was. The fact that he seemed to be the one who was actually ashamed and felt like he deserved Thomas's anger. Teresa seemed more focused on making Thomas forgive her, which made me really feel for him because he's recognizing that he did something horrible and likely doesn't deserve forgiveness.
I think after Rachel, Aris started seeing the bad. They killed his best friend, which I'm betting they didn't tell him they were going to do. I see Aris gradually coming to hate WICKED, and he very well could have been the one who helped Teresa change her mind about WICKED and sell them out to the Right Arm. This is why I think we should get a TMR book from Aris's POV, or some excerpt from his POV so we can see what was actually going on inside of his head.
So, overall, while I love Movie!Aris, I'm starting to love Book!Aris more than I originally did. But Aris is definitely my favorite character.
so, we've know one another for some time now, tmr geeks. tell me, who is your favourite character and why? i need to know and understand it so bad it hurts— and be as LENGTHY as you want, confess your secrets, i love it.
It's crazy to think about how the TMR movies are literally just a published AU. Like, they have a lot of the same elements, but it is not the same. That's no shade to the movies, they're good in their own right, but I just think it's wild. (Below is a rant, feel free to ignore)
One of the biggest things that I noticed they changed in the movies is the involvement of Teresa and Aris in WICKED.
In the movies, Teresa actually lost her memories and was given them back, and THEN she decided to go back to WICKED. In the books, she never lost her memories and worked for WICKED up until she found out about the second Trials and sold them out to the Right Arm.
Aris is hilariously different, actually. Movie!Aris was completely unaware of what was going on with WICKED and wanted to help Thomas get out of that facility because of when they found the kids being drained. He is an incredibly important character, as the Gladers probably never would have realized what was going on and wouldn't have escaped. Also, when they found the Right Arm, they very well could have gotten themselves shot if Harriet and Sonya hadn't recognized Aris. But Book!Aris was the same as Book!Teresa: he worked for WICKED and had his memories. He betrayed Thomas intentionally, knew what he was doing.
I think the deaths are also important. Teresa's was kind of different, but it did have the same essential elements.
Movie!Teresa could have been saved if she'd just gotten onto the Berg. Book!Teresa was crushed by falling rubble. She was trapped, unable to be saved in the amount of time they had.
Move!Alby's death was an accident. They almost completely removed his reaction to the Changing, which is a key factor in Book!Alby's death, which was intentional on his part. Book!Alby saw the work, saw how horrible it was, and refused to go home.
Movie!Chuck took the bullet for Thomas, showed bravery and love for Thomas in his final moments. Book!Chuck was forced to take the knife for Thomas, thrown in front of him at the last moment. It was just another nail in the coffin of how WICKED had completely ripped a childhood from a twelve-yead-old boy.
Movie!Newt's death was an accident (maybe not, maybe he intentionally stabbed himsef). He could have been saved, Brenda was just thirty seconds away with the vial of Thomas's blood - the Cure. Book!Newt could not have been saved because they had no known Cure. He was descending into a blood-crazed madness, and in a worse state than Thomas had last seen him before their final moments. Also, somehow, Book!Newt was the Cure. He could have cured himself if WICKED had figured out what was in his and Sonya's blood (The Maze Cutter has shaken me to my very core, wtf is this fact).