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should I post my newtmas fic here?

its a royalty au enemies to friends to lovers but sadly its very much a work in progress right now. could you guys let me know if you'd read it???

i also gave Newt colour-emotion synesthesia so if that's inaccurate please tell me idk how it really works I don't have it myself

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guess what I'm listening to while writing my fic

thats right. the k-drama song. while writing about characters from a story that isn't mine. safe to say its influencing my writing a little

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i WOULD be sad, but also because you would've DIED

I think it says a lot that when I lost my phone my instant thought was “noooo my fanfiction!” And not “noooo my bank details!”

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if I wasn't already crying while reading this (irl reason) I would've been reading it in even more detail. but holy FUCk. how can I show my appreciation. this is literally the nicest thing anyone has ever done and I'm going to go learn all of the sign language right now. PLEASE I am reaching through the screen to hug you ASAP.

XSDCFVGBHNJM can you put this on ao3 or smth I need to be able to bookmark and kudos it. I LOVE THIS I LOVE IT I LOVE IT.

they made a language (pt 2).

once again: inspired by this thread from @ultimategazer and @moonrunner-2. thank yall for coming up w this wonderful idea (and lovely thread) cuz writing this was so damn fun! and @la-gotica-fantasma for what certain jobs’ accents would be. most everything in this is taken from ideas said in the thread, so all the credit goes to them! i js wrote this cuz i was bored and thought the idea was cool lol.

part one. part two (is this).

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“‘Kay, you shanks listen up, and listen up well.” Minho announced. They were about to do it. They were about to leave the Glade, once and for all. 

Nerves were at an all-time high. The Gladers that had never been into the Maze were terrified, and rightfully so. They weren’t told to not go into The Maze because it was sunshine and rainbows. They were told to not go in because they could die. And now, they were all going in, voluntarily.

“We Runners have made signs for certain things over the past couple months- what, almost a year now? Whatever, point is: we have words, important ones. I’m goin’ to show you all some of them- just the shuck important ones, Tim, don’t go klunking your pants now. There’s 5 of ‘em, and they’re not hard to remember. Alright?”

There were scattered agreements and murmurs from the group. Thomas jumped up and down on his heels, terrified and nervous. He wanted to run away from the group and just sprint out his emotions but that wouldn’t look too good.

Callused hands grabbed his own. Newt, he thought. He stopped bouncing, wrapping his fingers around the hand tighter, without looking. He’d know that hand while sleeping, or drunk, or dying. He was scared for him too. The last thing he wanted happening was for Newt to get hurt. The last thing. 

They’d talked about it already. Newt would be in the back, making sure no Glader got left behind, while Thomas was running in the front. He hated the idea. A lot. But Newt reminded him that he was once a Runner, and he felt a little reassured. Not much, though.

“Any questions?” Minho asked. Thomas checked back into the conversation. Various Gladers were practicing the signs, some to themselves, others signing it to friends.

“Now remember,” Minho began. “The whole shuck point of me teaching you shanks this, is so that we make as minimal noise as possible. Try not to speak, and if you really really need to, whisper. Got it?”

“Okay.”

“Yeah, we got it, shank.”

“We’re all going to die.”

“Let’s go, come on.”

“Great.” Minho said. He walked back to where Thomas and Newt and the others were, pulling on his backpack and fixing the pole he had. “Shouldn’t someone give a pep talk or something?” he asked.

“Go ahead,” Newt said to Minho. Bad idea, Thomas thought.

Minho nodded once, and turned back to the crowd. “And be careful,” he said, without any emotion in his voice. “Don’t die.” Yeah. 

For the most bit, the signs worked. They made as little noise as possible, and apart from the occasional grunt or pant, they were moving silently. They hadn’t seen any Grievers, nor heard them. Things were looking good.

Thomas wanted to laugh. The reasoning behind Minho’s words stopped him.

“Great, we’re all bloody inspired.” Newt said. He began his pep talk, the real one, the motivational one. Thomas clung onto every word, nodding along. Somebody cheered, another yelled out a battle scream, and the crowd of Gladers, all previous terrified, started cheering. Thomas felt the hope on them. He clung to the small sliver he had in himself. One nod to Newt that said a thousand words, and they were off.

Then, all hope went away when they reached the Griever hole. 

When Minho peered over the corner and saw the Grievers, when Thomas saw the look on Teresa’s face, when he heard the gait of Newt walking and heard the quiver in his voice when he tried to sound strong. When they got surrounded by Grievers, when Newt grabbed his hand, squeezing it tighter than he ever thought possible, when Alby sacrificed himself, when Thomas had to hold Newt back.

As soon as the fighting started, the effort to stay quiet was long forgotten. The pep talk and the signs, the cheering and the hope. It was just, survive, survive, survive.

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The heat was relentless. The Gladers, now more confused and lesser in number than ever, didn’t know that such heat was even possible. The Scorch was a fitting name, they’d all thought.

They were on their last ration of water, which they’d been holding onto for a while. Everywhere, everyone was tired and thirsty and hungry and hot. 

People were too tired to speak, most people opting to sign everything instead. But signs were messed up, leading to sentences and the whole message to get messed up as well. The language that was originally adopted so that it’d be easier to communicate now made everyone more confused.

One kid started using less words when he signed, instead using his facial expressions to communicate the tone of what he was saying. Which was what they had already been doing, but in the desert, with sand blowing everywhere, the facial expressions were more exaggerated. Cartoonish. If they were to make the same faces anywhere else, people would think they were insane.

It took a while for this to catch on. It was like back in The Glade, having to figure out how much space meant a small injury and how much meant on his death bed with the Builders, but now, with each other and sand blowing in their face. 

Once it did, it spread like fire on dry grass. Even the people that preferred speaking over signing would exaggerate their faces while signing. Things were looking slightly up, the constant problem of miscommunication being solved.

Then came the lightning.

That didn’t need any exaggeration. That didn’t need a sign. One person bellowed, “Run!” and everybody followed. Running for their lives, to the very literal meaning.

Thomas fell asleep after they reached the building. Many other Gladers did too, all of them, tired and exhausted. Newt didn’t. Newt couldn’t.

People were falling left and right. The smell of smoke and ash and things burning took over the air. People stopped stopping when they saw their friends fall to the ground, limply. They ran past them, one final glance, knowing that this was the last time they’d ever see their friend again.

Minho got hit by a strike. Thomas beat the fire off of him, though, and he, very fortunately, lived. Something that many Gladers didn’t get to say.

When Thomas finally woke up, his stomach aching with hunger, he found Newt sitting with his back against the wall, lost in his head.

Thomas checked him over. He seemed fine. Well. Nobody here was fine. Not after what they’d been through, but Newt was alive. That’s all that mattered.

Newt shared the same sentiment. “I guess I’m okay.” He said when Thomas asked. “We’re alive - guess that’s all that bloody matters now.” Every word spoken dripped with bitterness stronger than coffee.

Thomas hesitated, but then remembered. They don’t lie to each other. “Sometimes I wonder…”

“Wonder what?”

“If being dead would be easier.”

Newt didn’t stop for one second. “Please. You don’t believe that, you know you don’t. You’re going to live one long life. I know you will.”

Thomas tried convincing himself he didn’t believe it. He almost did.

Minho suddenly groaned. “Oh man. I’m shucked. I’m shucked for life.”

Newt asked him how bad it was. He didn’t answer, instead slowly pulling himself up off the ground to sit up. 

“Can’t be too bad if you can do all that,” Thomas said, with a sly smile. Minho looked at him, eyes furrowing. “What’d you just say?” he asked.

Thomas repeated himself. Minho stayed silent. “Newt, say something,” he said, not taking his eyes off of Thomas’.

“Minho, you’re one bloody dumb shank,” Newt said. Thomas chortleted, back when he looked back at Minho, he looked horrified.

“I can’t hear you. Did Newt just say something? I can’t hear. Shuck, I can’t- I couldn’t hear.”

Thomas looked at him, to see if he was joking. But the terror on Minho’s face couldn't be recreated if it wasn’t genuine. Thomas looked at Newt, who was already looking at him, mouth parted.

They found out, a while after, that Minho wasn’t fully unable to hear. You just had to be at least 5 feet from him and speak loudly. Thankfully, Minho already had hearing issues in the Glade, and he was one of the Gladers that knew sign language inside and out. 

People, even the ones that preferred talking to using sign, started signing all the time. While talking, their hands would be signing along, allowing Minho to understand conversations.

Newt and Thomas were the ones that told the other Gladers to do so. They picked up on the frustration Minho had, not being able to understand everything as he did before. Thomas told Newt his idea, Newt relayed it everywhere else.

Minho, obviously, noticed. He must’ve known that it was Thomas and Newt that advocated for it, but if he did, he didn’t make it known. Other than a few nice and sentimental words he’d shared with them.

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Thomas was hurt. He tried to not let Newt’s words get to him, tried reasoning that it wasn’t Newt speaking, not his Newt speaking, and that it was the Flare. The disease speaking, not his love. But they cut deep, and they hurt.

Newt laughed when Thomas suggested he come with them. His head twitched a couple of times. “Get out of here, Tommy. Go away.” 

He begged. “Please, Newt-” his voice broke- “Newt come with us. Come with me. I’ll tie you up if that’ll make you feel better.”

Newt’s face hardened. Changed. His words, coated even heavier in his accent, shot out like bullets. “I hate you! I’ve always hated you!” He finished his rant.

This hurt.

“Newt…”

Newt started up again, words spilling out of him in his rage. “We should’ve thrown you down the Box hole!”

This hurt. 

Spit was flying out of Newt’s mouth and dripping down his face. Newt… Thomas was broken. He didn’t know what to do. He had to know. This was his Newt, his Newt. The man that made life worth living, that made him want to keep going. 

Newt kept taking steps forward. “Newt, you need to stop.” Thomas pleaded. “They’re going to shoot you. Listen to me! Give me a chance!” He couldn’t kill him. No way. He’d rather die.

Newt kept stumbling forward. Thomas broke at the sight of the man. His hands moved by themselves.

“I love you. I love you so much.”

Thomas couldn’t tell if it registered, Newt had already started rushing forward. He fell to the ground, tackled by him. This hurt. He heard the noise of the arc of the Launcher, but it missed.

They kept screaming at each other. Thomas wasn’t sure what he was saying, he was trying to stall.

“I tried to kill myself in The Maze.” Thomas paused. He listened. His breath shuddered.

Newt grabbed the gun, yanking it to his forehead. “Make amends! Repent for what you did! I trusted you, Tommy. You. Nobody else. Kill me, you shuck coward. Prove that you can do the right thing! Put me out of this misery.”

Thomas couldn’t take it, the words that were leaving Newt’s mouth were hitting him hard. His eyes welled up. “I can’t.”

“Do it!”

“Newt, I can’t.”

“Shut up! Shut up! I trusted you. Do it!”

How was he meant to do this? This was Newt. His love. The love of his life. He can’t… kill him. He couldn’t.

“Before I become one of them. Do it!”

“Newt… I…”

“KILL ME!” Newt screamed, louder than before. His eyes cleared and he took a deep breath, as if he got one last taste of clarity. “Please, Tommy. Please,” he begged.

Thomas looked into those eyes. The eyes that he loved to fall into, the eyes that he’d spent minutes staring at, doing various activities. The eyes that told him he loved him. The eyes that were pleading for him to kill him. 

Thomas shuddered. He pulled the trigger.

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“Thomas, you can’t punch someone for no shuck reason,” Minho said.

“It wasn’t. Made fun of Newt’s sign.” Thomas signed back, his face hard set. Minho’s mouth opened in shock. He started to make his way out of the tent but Thomas pulled his hand.

“Broken nose,”

“Good.” Minho signed back.

They’d made it to the Safe Haven. Them and 200 others. The Gladers that’d made it were the only ones that knew the sign language, which at first confused them, before they remembered that they’d come up with it. They taught the others, much like how they would during Bonfires at the Glade. 

Everybody sitting in a circle, teaching each other words and their meanings. The group of 200 people also had some that were hard of hearing, and, like The Glade, they learnt it first. The tradition of signing Thank you to Eli as he passed still happened. When he found out that it was Chris who'd told people to do it back in The Glads, he’d sobbed. Chris was one of the Gladers to have fallen during the lightning strike.

The one sign that the Gladers refused to teach the other Immunes was Newt’s sign. His sign for Don’t do anything stupid had turned into the Gladers sign for his name. It was an easy choice, and an obvious one. Thomas knew that Newt would’ve loved that his silly little joke still lived on.

“You’re going to live one long life. I know you will.”

The road for healing for Thomas was a long one and one that he was scared to begin. Deep down, one that he didn't really want to begin. But, even after death, Newt was pushing him on.

Thomas convinced himself that he would. And he did.

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the signs described, what it translates to in english, what countries sign language it is.

Good that - basic thumbs up, universal.

Slint-head - dumbass, ASL (american).

Jacked - crazy, LSE (spanish.)

Stop - stop, LSQ (quebec).

Shut up - shut up, universal.

Stupid - stupid, ASL (american).

Dumb - dumb, LIS (italian).

Shank - person, ASL (american).

Thank you - thank you, JSL (japanese).

Told ya - told ya, RSL (russian).

im not cool and dont actually speak any sign language, so if anything is described wrong then i truly do apologize! i used google to find all of them and some of them were stupidly hard so woops. but anyways, if yk that i messed up on a sign, js tell me and ill fix it!! i hope you liked it!! <333

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my favourite was the "I'll go with him" because AH HE CARES ABOUT HIS SAFETY SM EHEHHEHE gay gay gay gay gayyyy

Newt is such a jealous gremlin in the books it's hilarious. I know the iconic "Don't lie to me" scene has altered everyone's brain chemistry but it's too obvious to mention. We know, we get it.

(this post is fuelled by my countless dreams and delusions, therefore it's not serious)

"Reason we're here is because almost every lovin' kid in the Glade has come up to me in the last day or two either boohooing about Thomas or beggin' to take his bloody hand in marriage."

"...And it's unacceptable, because clearly, he's mine."

"Ah, glad to know you guys are buddies now." Newt started walking off. "Don't waste my time, Tommy."

I mean...

Thomas started, for a brief moment worried that Newt could tell what was going on. Don't talk in my head while Newt's around. I don't want him knowing about our... gift.

Yeah, that might hurt him a little. We don't want that.

"What's going on? Newt asked, looking back and forth between Thomas and Aris. "Why're you guys looking at each other like you just fell in love?"

"THAT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME, NOT HIM."

"This is bloody stupid," Newt interrupted, stepping forward. "I'll go with him."

Can't let him face Teresa alone, no sir.

"She your new girlfriend? I'm telling Teresa." He snickered to himself and was gone.

To brood in solitude, I presume. Actually, he does mockingly call Teresa Thomas' girlfriend many times throughout the books. Smiling through the pain or something idk. Thomas won't get it either way

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Whatever the fuck these three have going on is MUCH GAYER, especially if you read the books.

Oh and that post where James Dashner confirmed Newt as gay. MUCH GAYER >:D

They’re literally my new Roman Empire; I think about them everyday.

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LMAOOOOO I don't know the plot of my writing either don't worry

Yeah uh somehow I hyperfixated on WC after watching about 2 MAPS...help...how...now my friends are going to think I'm a furry...

Wow I’m impressed

I don’t even know the plot

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i put aesthetic on the end and LOOK AT MY LUCK OML. so this is about my boyfriend but sadly he has no Tumblr so I'll just tag all the people I know. if I DONT know you assume I follow/stalk ur account because ur content is awesome

@aristakay @colourobserver @newtsbaee @la-gotica-fantasma

pinterest tag game… .ᐟ

| bf/gf edition

anyone is welcome to join but I’ll tag my moots :3

how to play; search the category’s below in the app pinterest and post them in the order I did if u want ! <3

love… romance… special…. vibe…. character… lyrics

I got jane lol (krysten ritter is so hot-)

npt; @draco-malfoys-lovergirl @dracosprettygirl @harkovsangel @i-await @juliet-017 @nottsbabe @moscatosin @dearmisshoney @dearnott @nottslove @pizzaapeteer @prythiansprincess @lushleona @nottsangel @yuunarii-arii @i-await @juliet-017 @rriddlesgirl @redeemingvillains @winnie1emon @riddlesrizzler @riddlemelater @2dloveshp @riddlesbunny @hayleygrrr @voidofsunlight @viperify @theosang3ls @ur-local-wizard @nottscherry @blocked-zombieartist @obsessedwithceleste @illbegottenfaith or anyone else I forgot to tag!!

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"what's your favourite horror movie?"

idk probably when WCKD took in children and showed them in many ways that the only way out for sick people was suicide or some form of death, even before the maze. the cranks begging for death may not be something Newt remembers but it IS something he became

"what's your favourite horror movie?"

idk probably when newt told thomas how he nearly took his own life in the maze right before begging thomas to take his life and how thomas had to gather the strength to pull the trigger after hearing all of this

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I don't really have anything to add I just wanted this saved for the rest of my life. Gladers giving presents like pebbles is so them, because to make anything else it takes a lot of effort and time.

Also Minho third wheeling is all I need

*on a hike*

Newt: *gives Thomas a cute mushroom he found*

Thomas, to Minho: Min he gave me a tiny mushroom- a mUSHROOM

Minho: omg he gave you a mushroom- give him a pretty rock, we need to find the most perfect rock on this mountain, let’s go

Thomas: *nods aggressively*

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I'm already writing a fic at the moment about them and its already an au so why is this so tempting...

Someone HAS to tell me if they find one like this. I think I also REALLY want to see one of Belle and Jack from Artful Dodger, now that I think about it...

I don't know why, but I really need a fanfic with the mermaid Thomas and the pirate Newt

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THIS IS EMBARRASING BUT

im going to agressively assign this song to newtmas even after hearing the first TWO LINES since i just rewatched tdc. but im assignign it to book newt since he ran away to the crank palace. "I acted cruel" WHAT IS THIS BASED OFF THEM OR WHAT?This association means I LOVE THIS SONG (hey who is the boy who sings in a bunch of these songs? his voice is so underrated) STRETCHED HIS ARMS OUT WIDE LIKE ON THE PAVEMENT IN THE MOVIE. Who is this based off? someone tell me PLEASE. is this like black widow or smth???

ok next minute I'm out on a walk

AND I REALIZE ITS ABOUT JESUS

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can I explain why TDC makes me cry so much?

can I? because if I can explain it anywhere Tumblr is the place (spoilers for the Maze Runner: The Death Cure movie and sorta the book)

i just rewatched it so here goes (I cried. so. much. it was embarrasingly much OMG) I tried to ask someone to come online during it, typed please, and fucking CRIED AGAIN.

all of you stupid amazing lovely Tumblr people have given me EVEN MORE details to notice. How Newt looks up with hope at the Berg, even though he's dying. How there's almost a thank you in his gaze when he falls to the ground. How he died WCKD's uniform, in THIER building...how Sonya didn't even know they were siblings until after he had died.

And MInho. This run through I tried to focus on him and it hurt me EVEN more. I could barely watch when he found Newt lying on the ground. He never got a burial, only a city full of bodies of people he never knew and his name scratched on a stone.

PLEASE this movie has destroyed me again someday I'm going to sue Wes Ball for this. and TERESA. I understand her decisions now. If I were in her place, would I have done better? Probably not, no...

NEWTMAS. Oh gosh...they were so close to a happy ending. Only maybe about two minutes away. And newt DID lose himself to the virus, but Thomas didn't know that THAT was his biggest fear. and when the letter was opened...I cried even worse. Like...like ugly crying sobs, so bad I could barely hear the letter ;-; that's me for you. Ugly crying over fictional gays. Maybe that should be my trademark.

(I flipped off Janson too many times to count so that's fun, right?)

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this is a huge snowball chainnn

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@aristakay @colourobserver @oh1thehorror @just-a-girl-who-loves-tmr

i know I don't know all of you well but GO keep it snowballing!!!

send this to all your favourite moots and roll a snowball! KEEP THE SNOWBALL ROLLING!❄️🤍❄️🤍❄️🤍

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@theonewithallthefixations @scoutwolf @ajb1p @saros-system @th3-pup-3v3r

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hi i js wanted to let you know that i love whenever u come up on my feed you always have such good tmr hc's and reading them is always a lovely time i hope u have the bests nights sleep and hear birds chirping when you wake up tmrw <3

oh my gosh.

thank you!!! I was at a bar at the time playing a jingo night when I heard my phone go off. I was NOT expecting this! I did have a good nights sleep but its still dark and the birds aren't up <3 thank you so much.

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In another universe I would've saved you. It doesn't matter if we arent together. I would've saved you.