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This is a message for Satanists, do NOT support or fund the satanic temple.

I implore you to look into their history of maliciously suing people & antisemitic founder (search it here on tumblr, there’s a lot).

They use us & their bs “activism” to do awful shit.

can someone please make a fic/blurb about tmr newt and pda with gender neutral! reader! (like kissing, hand holding, cuddling, etc)

Full spoilers, no tags, watching it live when it airs in the UK, be warned

Full spoilers, no tags, watching it live when it airs in the UK, be warned

You guys!!! She's wearing the same shirt in the video as she did in her Miss Me promo, and we haven't seen that moment in the show yet!!!! What does this mean?!!?!!!?

just saying 

You guys!!! She's wearing the same shirt in the video as she did in her Miss Me promo, and we haven't seen that moment in the show yet!!!! What does this mean?!!?!!!?

just saying 

Okay, but why is Sherlock suddenly obsessed with Twitter? I mean he's literally never tweeted before in the entire history of the show, and as soon as he gets off the damn tarmac he eats, sleeps, and breathes it? Not to mention all the attention called to it even before the show aired. It has to be important, right? Help me out here, people.

Okay, but why is Sherlock suddenly obsessed with Twitter? I mean he's literally never tweeted before in the entire history of the show, and as soon as he gets off the damn tarmac he eats, sleeps, and breathes it? Not to mention all the attention called to it even before the show aired. It has to be important, right? Help me out here, people.

Wow! Such mystery! So bamboozle! Heckin unsolvable!

Wow! Such mystery! So bamboozle! Heckin unsolvable!

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“Then we had the [TST] read-through, it was all back to front, but it was the only way we could do it.” Mark Gatiss

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^um, this

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“Then we had the [TST] read-through, it was all back to front, but it was the only way we could do it.” Mark Gatiss

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^um, this

the signs as things from TST

Aries: ajay

Taurus: john's daisy

Gemini: the glowing skull

Cancer: 🎵i'm just glad to be aliiiiive🎵

Leo: sherlock's table flip for john

Virgo: mycroft's kitchen

Libra: balloon john

Scorpio: mary's "miss me?" video

Sagittarius: toby

Capricorn: stella hopkins

Aquarius: the aquarium

Pisces: hiding inside a car seat

the signs as things from TST

Aries: ajay

Taurus: john's daisy

Gemini: the glowing skull

Cancer: 🎵i'm just glad to be aliiiiive🎵

Leo: sherlock's table flip for john

Virgo: mycroft's kitchen

Libra: balloon john

Scorpio: mary's "miss me?" video

Sagittarius: toby

Capricorn: stella hopkins

Aquarius: the aquarium

Pisces: hiding inside a car seat

Pretty sure the girls in the Group A maze would have their own version of Glader slang, because in the Scorch Trials Aris mentions the word “stick” which is the equivalent of “shank”. So, for example I can imagine instead of saying “the builders” the girls would refer to them as “the sculptors” or something like that

Half The World Away || Newt x Reader|| Part 1 of 2

A/N: This is a recreation of what I had in mind since my dumbass forgot to save before closing the app

Part 2: Here

Cold...

WCKD is good...

I'm sorry...

WCKD is good...

Cold...

I hope you will survive...

WCKD is good...

Cold...

Wake up Y/N...

Wake up...

Wake up Y/N...

¡¡¡WAKE UP!!!

She violently woke up by the cage movement. She looked around, breathing heavily. "Help... Help!" She screamed, tears welling in her eyes. Her heart sunk when the cage halted, and voices could be heard from the outside. She held her knees tightly, closing her eyes shut, concentrating on her breath.

"Found the greenie!" She froze at the accent, and her eyes welled up with tears. "Greenie is a shebean" Another voice said, as she could hear responses.

"Girl? Aw yeah!"

"I call dibs"

"I saw her first!"

"Alright, Alright! Everyone get back to work!" Another voice called. She started to tremble, her breath becoming irregular. "She's scared" the accent said. "No shuck! I thought she was happy!" A voice said. "Shuck off, Minho" the accent said. "Hey..." she looked up to see a dark skinned man a couple feet away. "It's okay, we won't hurt you... Your scared, we all feel the same when we were in your position. But your the only girl, so I know you might be frightened to death" The man started, as she tried to back away when he tried to get near.

"My name is Alby. The one to my right is Newt, my second in command... Thats Gally, Keeper of the builders. And that's Minho, Keeper of the Runners. It's oka-" She didn't know why, but she ran and hugged Alby, her hands trembling violently, as she cried. Alby froze, but hugged her back, trying to soothe her. "Why..." she whimpered, as Alby looked at Minho and Newt, who eyes seemed to pity, as Gally ordered the boys to take out the supplies.

Once she calmed down, Newt and Minho helped her out and she sat on the grass, shyness overtaking her. "You think shebean got a name?" She heard Minho asked to Newt. "Y/N..." She whispered, as they looked at her. "What?" Minho asked. "Y-Y/N... My name... it's Y/N" she said a little louder, still looking at the grass.

Couple Months later...

Y/N was quiet and sometimes distant, working in the kitchen with Frypan, the only person who wouldn't ask her question after question. "Y/N, can you get veggies from Newt" Frypan asked, as she nodded. Picking up the basket, she went off to where the track-goes were busy farming. "Ah, Y/N! Fancy seeing you here! Fry needs something from the gardens?" Y/N nodded to Newt, who placed veggies on the basket.

Y/N smiled, and bowed her head, before walking off. "She still doesn't talk to anyone?" Zart asked, as Newt shook his head. "Only speaks to Alby and Fry when needed. Oh, the box is coming up" Newt said as they walked towards it. "It's another boy!" Someone yelled. "He klunked himself!" Another yelled, as everyone laughed. Y/N looked as they picked s chubby boy out from the box.

"Fry..." Y/N called out, as Fry nodded. Y/N walked out and towards Alby, who was talking to the boy. "Oh, Y/n, what's u-" Minho didn't finish when he saw Y/N hug the chubby boy, who seemed startled. "It's okay... I was in your shoes..." Y/N whispered to him, as the boy hugged her. "It's okay to cry... Crying always help with the shock" She said, as sniffles left the boys mouth.

"My name is Y/N, that's Alby, he's the leader. Oh, and that's Newt, he's Alby second in command. And that's Minho, Keeper of the Runners" Y/N whispered to him, pointing at the people. "Do you remember your name?" She asked, as the kid shook his head. "Don't worry, it'll come today or tomorrow, or the next day. Alby will give you the tour, then it'll be lunch. I'll see you then, okay?" She said, as he nodded.

Y/N looked at Alby, nodding and walking back to the kitchen-like hut. When lunch was being served, Y/N found the chubby boy sitting alone and sat down with him. "Hello" She said smiling, as the boy smiled back. “What’s your name again?” The boy asked, as Y/N smiled. “My name is Y/N” the boy smiled. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. My name is Chuck” he said, as Y/N hugged him, happy to know that he remembered his name.

One month later...

"Why don't you tell him?" Chuck asked, as Y/N sighed. "He doesn't see me like that. He sees me as a sister..." Y/N said,  as she glanced at Newt. "Isn't the box suppose to be coming?" Chuck asked, as Y/N nodded, smiling. "Oh, it seems like it's here" Y/N said happily, as boys gathered. "Are you going to see?" Chuck asked, as Y/N shook her head. "I want to meet up with Jeff. I got injured the other day and he told me to go and change the bandage today" Y/N said, waving Chuck goodbye.

"Jeff?" Y/N called out, as the scrawny dark skinned boy came in. "Y/N! Came to change the bandage right now?" Jeff asked, as Y/N nodded, sitting down. "How have you been? Still with irregular breathing or..." Jeff started, as Y/N thought. "I'm fine" She said, smiling brightly. Jeff only nodded warily, but decided not to push her. "Are you going to the bonfire tonight?" Jeff asked. "No, I want some time alone and relax. Partying isn't my thing, especially with Gally's drink around" Y/N said, before walking away.

"Y/N" She looked up and saw Chuck standing in the door. "Come in Chuck" Y/N said, patting the spot next to her. "Why aren't you outside?" He asked, as Y/N thought for a while. "Chuck, would you like to hear something?" Y/N asked, as Chuck nodded.

"I would like to leave this city

This old town don't smell too pretty

And I can feel the warning signs running around my mind" Y/N sang, as Chuck looked at her in awe.

"I didn't know you can sing!" Chuck said happily, as Y/N placed her finger to her lips. "Please keep it a secret?" Y/N asked, as Chuck nodded. She bid Chuck goodnight, and looked out her window, to see Newt with a boy she never seen before, which might be the new greenie.

"Oh, Thomas, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Thomas. He's the new greenie" Chuck said. Y/N was walking to the destheads when she bumped into Chuck with the greenie. "Hello Thomas, I'm Y/N" She said, smiling. "Are you an angel?" Thomas said aloud, before turning red. Y/N giggled, before laughing. "I don't see myself as an angel, Your the first to say it" Y/N said.

Across the field, Alby, Newt and Minho stood looking at Thomas, Chuck, and Y/N talking. "She laughed at something he said" Minho said. "She's smiling too" Newt said, bitterly. "He's flirting Alby, do something!" Minho whined, as Alby sighed. "Let her talk to whoever. This is the first time she's talked to someone that isn't me or Fry or Chuck" Alby said, walking away.

"She grabbed his hand" Minho said, as Y/N said something. "Bloody shank" Newt said, bitterly, before walking away, Minho going to the map room. "So... your telling me that me and Chuck are the only ones who know you can sing?" Thomas asked during dinner, as Y/N nodded. "And you l i k e Newt?" Y/N nodded again, her cheeks red. "More like in love with him" Chuck whispered to Thomas, who snickered.

"You guys stop it!" Y/N whined, her cheeks turned a darker red. Thomas and Chuck started laughing, as Y/N joined them, coughing time by time during the laughing fit. When they finished with their laughing fit, they noticed that the glade was starring at them, especially Newt, Minho, and Alby. Y/N shrunk a bit,  looking at Thomas, who thought of something. "Let's go to the forest, I think I saw some fireflies" Thomas said, as Y/N eyes were bright.

"She was laughing at something he said" Minho said. "And they're leaving to the forest" Newt said. "He's flirting with her Alby!" Minho whined again, as Alby gave them a warning glance. "I think she's breaking out of her shell" Alby said, telling all the Gladers to finish food and call it a night.

At the forest, Y/N coughed some more, using a cloth to cover her mouth. "Are you allergic to something?" Thomas asked, as she shook her head. "I think I ate too quickly, that's all" Y/N said, swallowing down the feeling of throwing up.

The next day, Y/N was at the med-jacks hut, as Jeff gave her some medication for her nausea. "Are you sure your alright?" Jeff asked, as Y/N nodded, drinking water. "Help!" Jeff got up and looked out. "Jeff..?" Y/N called out. "Stay here, I'll be back" Jeff said, as Y/N stay sitting. "Y/N!" Chuck called out as Y/N looked at him, before noticing Thomas. "Are you alright?" Y/N asked, worriedly. "Ben was stung and attacked Thomas" Chuck explained, as Y/N bandage Thomas. "Stung? In broad daylight?" Y/N questioned, as Thomas nodded.

"What will happen to him?" Thomas asked, as Y/N froze. "Well... he broke one of the three main rules. Alby might punish him badly" Y/N said, as Chuck stayed silent. "How?" Thomas asked, as both shrugged.

Later on that day, Y/N was next to Thomas, as Ben begged Minho and Alby to spare him. "What are they doing?" Thomas asked, as Y/N lips trembled. "B-Banishment..." Y/N whispered. Thomas noticed and held her hand, as she saw them all push Ben in, his cries and pleas reaching deaf ears. Y/N closed her eyes, as she heard the doors close shut. "He belongs to the maze now" Y/N whispered, pulling Thomas to find Chuck.

"They're holding her hand" Minho stated, as Newt looked. "He's going to break her heart" Newt said to Alby, who rolled his eyes. "They're just friends, she told me" Alby said, as Newt scoffed. "Yeah, I don't believe a single klunk" Newt said, as Alby gave him a warning glance.

"Talk to him" Fry said, as Y/N was cutting vegetables. "Fry..." Y/N started, before running and throwing up breakfast. "Are you okay?" Fry asked, worried. "Yes... I'm okay, just have stomach flu I guess" Y/N said, as Fry grabbed her and pushed her to the gardens. Y/N sighed and walked to the gardens, noticing Chuck and Thomas sitting, and Newt and Zart cutting a tree out.

"Your suppose to be helping, not slacking" Y/N said, as Chuck, Thomas, Newt and Zart jumped. Y/N smiled, and waved at them. "Fry told me to take some time off, and I saw that Thomas wasn't doing his job" Y/N said, picking up the machete from Thomas. "What are you-" Y/N swung at the tree roots, as Zart and Newt took a step back.

"Holy shuck" Zart said, as Thomas looked scared. "Try, Thomas" Y/N said, smiling, as Thomas grabbed the machete and started. Y/N looked at Newt, and smiled innocently, making Neet blush. They all stopped when they heard thunder, and went to take cover, as rain started to pour. "What happens if they don't make it?" Thomas asked, as Y/N looked confused. "They're going to make it" Newt said. "But what if they don't?" Thomas asked again. "They're going to make it" Newt said, avoiding eye contact with Y/N.

"Alby... No..." Y/N said, sprinting to the maze door once the rain stopped. "Y/N, wait!" Newt called our, running after her. He stopped her from getting any closer to the door, and held her as everyone waited patiently. "Look!" Thomas said, as Y/N saw Minho with Alby. "Somethings wrong" Newt said, as Y/N realized.

"C'mon Minho!"

"You can do it!"

"You gotta leave him"

"Please don't leave him..." Minho didn't let go, he couldn't. Y/N was standing there, her eyes filled with fear, hugging Newt, who had a grip on her. "They're not going to make it" Thomas said. It went in slow motion, but Y/N struggled, screaming at Thomas, who ran into the maze. "No!" She screamed, but the doors closed, as tears fell from her eyes.

"Y/N... Y/N!!!" Y/N fainted in Newt arms, as he picked her up and went to the end-jacks but, Jeff and Clint on his tail. "Fainted due to shock" Clint said, as Chuck saw Newt hold her hand, his eyes worried. "He loves you too, Y/N" Chuck said, before walking and sitting a couple feet away from the maze.

"Alby... Minho... Thomas..." Y/N whispered out, as she gained consciousness. Blinking, she looked to see Newt smiling, his eyes holding worry. "You alright, love. Just fainted due to shock" Newt said, as Y/N got up. "The maze... Minho... Thomas... Alby..." Y/N said, as Newt tried stopping her. "Rest. I'll go and check for you. The first sign that they're back I'll send Chuck to tell you, okay?" Newt said, as Y/N nodded, before she went to sleep.

"Jeff what's wrong?" Clint asked once Newt left. "Something doesn't seem right, Clint. Y/N clearly isn't alright, even if she says it" Jeff said, as Clint looked outside. "She looks healthy, though. The box comes up with the same supplies as always. If there was something else, then it would've given a clear view that something wasn't alright with her" Clint said, as Jeff nodded.

We have to stop meeting like this…

I NEED MORE WAYWOOD!! Please write another story with this amazing paring.

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N/A: there’s the angst that you asked for. It’s sad and heartbreaking. I hope you guys like it :)

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It felt like fire was being poured on his veins.

Michael didn’t even knew that he could feel so much pain. He could sense his soul being separated in half, he could feel their bond going away, and it hurt like fucking Hell. Actually, he was sure that Hell was less painful than that.

What was even worse, though, wasn’t the pain. It was hearing Robert screaming right next to him. His parabatai was screaming in pure agony, and there was nothing Michael could do about it.

He could see, through the tears of pain that blurred his vision, the men that were torturing him. Yes, because that was pure torture: severing him from the only person in the world that he was sure he loved. His mother had turned her back on him when she discovered that he wasn’t the perfect straight son she wanted, and his father…

“Robert and Michael are in the music room of the Wayland’s state. The sun is hidden behind stormy gray clouds, and the weather is nicely cold. Robert is on the piano, playing Debussy - one of Michael’s favorites. He got his beautiful blue eyes shut, and a little smile on the corner of his lips - he’s playing by pure instinct.

Michael’s laying on the floor, enjoying two of his most favorite sounds (besides Rob laughing and calling his name): the sound of the drops of rain against the big glass window and his parabatai playing. He has his old fading denim cap over his eyes, seeing the dark beneath his eyelids, and he smiles just for the sake of it. Michael does a lot of things just for the sake of them.

He lifts his cap just a little so he can enjoy the vision of the messy black hair, the perfect curve of the neck and the beautiful long fingers dancing over the keys; everything that makes Robert who he is. And Michael loves every part of it.

Parabatai. Even after almost three years, Michael adores the sound of the word. He adores to know that his soul is bent to Robert’s. If he focus, he’s almost sure he can hear the steady heartbeats of the other boy. Steady, serious and focused; that’s Robert. That boy only learned to have fun when he befriended Michael; and Michael has to admit that he only got high grades when he met Robert.

He starts considering inviting Robert to take a nap with him before they go to the weapons room, when their silent peace is broken by five men that burst into the room.

Michael sits abruptly, his cap falling on the floor. Robert’s fingers slip on the keys, making an horrible dissonance before he turns to face the intruders. Almost like following an orchestra, a thunder is heard far away.

Michael’s father is leading the men, a emotionless look on his face. Michael feels his heart tightening.

-What th- Robert starts, but the harsh and cold voice of Michael’s father interrupts him.

-Take them. - he says, and steps back, refusing to look at his son’s eyes.

Two men grab Robert’s arms and lift him up. Other two grasp Michael by his wrist painfully. The two parabatai exchange a hurt look, and they understand everything. They were discovered. They are going to be severed. Michael stares at his ‘father’ in pure hatred, and his voice sounds cold:

-I hate you. I hate you. Don’t even cross my sights again or, I swear by the Angel that I’ll kill you. I swear I will.

The men drag them to the big hall, and toss them on the floor. The Consul is standing in front of them. Robert spits blood from where he was punched when trying to fight.

-You, Michael Wayland and Robert Lightwood, were accused of having a romantic relationship, a thing completely forbidden by the Codex. - the Consul says, no emotion on his voice - Do you have anything to say on your defense?

Robert and Michael exchange a look that says that clearly, there’s no way they can get over this. Robert then, just stares at the Consul and at Michael’s father and says:

-Go to Hell, all of you. - he grabs Michael’s shirt and kisses him fiercely. Their last kiss. Michael can taste tears on his mouth; his or Robert’s, he can’t know. Robert tastes of coffee and a sweet taste all unique, and Michael knows he will never be able to forget it.

They whisper “I love you” to each other, and it’s the last thing they say. The men get their steles and the pain begins.”

Finally, the burning stopped, just to be replaced by the numbest feeling that Michael had ever felt. His shirt was soaked in blood and he was pretty sure that his soul was gone, leaving just darkness instead. He murmured Robert’s name, and the last thing he heard before passing out was his own name being moaned by Robert.

- - - -

Michael’s sure that he’ll never be able to be happy ever again.

He’s living in his state at Idris; only waiting to get enough money so he can get the Hell out of there, because he can’t be in the same place where his life was taken. Only his mother is with him at the house, but he never talks to her. He just spends most of his time at the music room, staring at nothing and crying, while carressing the place where his parabatai Mark used to be.

One day, his father gets back from devil-knows-what business at the Clave. When he enters the house, Michael’s there, staring at him with empty brown eyes and pointing a gun to his head.

-Michael, wh- the man starts, but Michael just shakes his head.

-I swore I would kill you. I always keep my promises.

In a blink, Michael pulls the trigger and the man fall on his knees, a big bloody hole on his forehead. He places the gun carefully on the table and nudges him with the foot. Michael kneels and checks the pulse: dead. He stands to see his mother staring at her dead husband.

He doesn’t feel guilty, or sad. He feels relieved, because he did what he wanted to do. And Michael Wayland does a lot of things for the sake of them.

-Hide this body and clean the floor. I’ll comunicate to the Clave that he killed himself. - his mother says. She never liked her husband.

And, without a second glance, Michael goes.

A few days later, he recieves a message from a blocked number:

That was a hell of a shot.

-R.L.

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N/A: so… What do you think? I wrote this especially to Caitlin (douze-bisous) because she is my queen and the loveliest person ever :) aaaand, forgive mistakes, please, my natural language is Portuguese, not English :) loads of love

LOLMAOOOOO~~ [cr. as tagged]

Reunited - Aris (Maze Runner)

Requested by enchantclouds: Can you do an imagine where the reader saves everyone like the way Brenda and her father did in the TST movie, and all of the boys are attracted towards her after that, but she’s dating Aris. (sorry if it’s too complicated)

Sorry it took so long, I hope you like it!

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*Your POV*

You had been on lookout for any Cranks when a giant Berg flew over your head. You scrambled under one of the broken cars to hide yourself, your finger on your gun trigger and watched the Berg fly towards the campsite where the rest of the group were. When the Berg started its descent, you crawled out from your hiding place and glanced around; trying to find anything you could use to help the others. Your eyes landed on a blue car, the least beaten up of the collection. It still seemed to work and you found the keys tucked under the seat.

You ran through the car wreckages, jumping over fallen parts, collecting weapons from the other abandoned lookout points. You found a bag and started loading the weapons into the bag hurriedly. You heard yelling in the distance and ran back to the car. You threw the bag next to you and drove to the campsite as fast as you could.

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*3rd person*

Gunfire blazed as people ran around in a state of frenzy. A state of chaos ensued as people were rounded up and forced into kneeling in lines. The gladers from Group A were pushed to the front. A man surrounded by armed men walked forwards, scanning the crowd.

“Where’s Thomas?” He asked, still searching for the missing boy.

“I’m here.” He pushed through the crowd, making his way over to the other gladers, kneeling beside them. The man smirked and started addressing the crowd, not noticing the bomb and detonator Thomas had. In a flash, Thomas was up, holding out the bomb at arm’s length. The man stopped in alarm.

“Thomas.” He warned, “Think about what you’re doing.”

“I’m tired of this Jansen.” He explained, “Too many have died because of WICKED.” His friends gathered behind him.

“We’re with you Tommy.” Newt said, the others nodding with him. Thomas flicked the top off the detonator and everyone froze. As he was about to press the button, a car came crashing in, running into a building as all heads snapped towards it. A girl jumped out, her (Y/H/C) hair flying behind her. She pulled a pistol out of her belt and started shooting the armed men. This unfroze everyone, and the chaos started again. The men from the Berg started shooting as the people from the crowd surged forwards. The girl ran over to the gladers, throwing guns to them before running off to help the others.

The next ten minutes were a blur of gunfire, screaming and running. Eventually it died down as the Berg took off with Teresa and Minho inside. The mysterious girl approached the gladers who were watching her as she drew closer.

“Is everyone alright?” She asked, her eyes scanning the boys for any major injuries. They nodded, unable to form words out of amazement for this girl who saved them. They watched dumbly as she shrugged off her jacket and sat on a rock, running her hands through her windswept hair.

Their attention was pulled away by two figures, Aris and Sonya, shouting their names as the walked towards them. The girl’s head snapped towards the approaching pair and her (Y/E/C) eyes widened as she pushed herself up off the rock.

“Aris?” She asked quietly, before she took off running towards him. “Aris!” The boy dropped his weapon in shock.

“Y/N!” He sped up until they met in the middle as Y/N jumped into his arms and he spun her around. They looked each other in the eyes for a few seconds before closing the gap between their lips.

“I thought you were dead!” Y/N muttered with tears in her eyes, her forehead touching his.

“I thought you were dead too.” Aris replied softly. Y/N looked him in the eyes before pulling him in to a hug again. At that moment, it didn’t matter that there was a deadly virus everywhere or that WICKED was still out there, taking people and trying to find a cure. All that mattered was that they were together again and not even WICKED could tear them apart.