years have passed by im still angry for all the newtmas deleted scenes like
I really like this guy… might go for it and write him a sad goodbye love letter, put it in a necklace and give it to him, and then ask him to kill me ❤️❤️
Chuck: How’s the food today?
Thomas: It’s great, actually. Compliment the chef!
Chuck: Okay!
Chuck: *pops head into the kitchen* Hey Fry!
Frypan: Yes?
Chuck: You have beautiful eyes!
Frypan: …
Clint: if you found out you had only one day left to live, what would you do?
Zart: Say goodbye
Frypan: Something illegal
Gally: Accept my fate
Minho: message ten people that if they don’t forward the message to ten people, I’d die tomorrow
Clint: Minho-
Frypan: That’s fucking awesome can I change my answer?
No, but I mean it. Gally, without hesitation, pushed Thomas away from the tracks and ran to help Newt, jumping in front a GODDAMN TRAIN. To save his friends. The friends who left him for dead (or so it seemed, ref: “No, you left me to die”). The same friends he watched run off into the Maze. But none of that matters, because those are still his friends. Gally’s selflessness in that scene alone is enough to redeem him, for anyone who thought he needed redemption to begin with. Why do I love him as much I do? Well, there are many reasons. But that one right there is in the Top 3. He was never a villain and he was never a bully. He always cared about his friends and always wanted to protect them.
thomas when someone yells at him: (ง •̀_•́)ง
thomas when newt yells at him: (ಥ﹏ಥ)
tbh the maze runner cast is just a bunch of hotties I mean, the ivy trio? hot. teresa? goddamn pretty. brenda, harriet? girlboss ofmg. sonya, aris? BI PANIC
anyways I'm a whore
Then, quite by accident, the two of them stood facing each other.
“What does mine say?” Newt asked.
Thomas pulled the neckline of Newt’s shirt to the side, then leaned over to the read the words etched into his skin. “You’re Subject A-five and they called you the Glue.”
Newt gave him a startled look. “The Glue?”
Thomas let go of his shirt and stepped back. “Yeah. Probably because you’re kind of the glue that holds us all together. I don’t know. Read mine.”
“I already did—“
Thomas noticed that an odd expression had come over Newt’s face. One of hesitation. Or dread. Like he didn’t want to tell Thomas what his tattoo said. “Well?”
“You’re Subject A-two,” Newt answered. Then he lowered his eyes.
“And?” Thomas pushed.
Newt hesitated, then answered without looking at him. “It doesn’t call you anything. It just says... ‘To be killed by Group B.’”
— a kiss
Jason: I like men who are environmentally aware
Percy, pointing outside: That's a tree!