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They make me ill.

Just finished season two and felt compelled to draw these dorks.

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Cried over my haircut :)

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Gotta convince a friend to like Damien Haas. What video do you think is the epitome of Damien?

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SPIDERBAND !!

available as a print here!

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y’all gotta stop making psychopaths attractive

CUZ WTF WERE THESE AND WHY AM I ATTRACTED TO THEM

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He's a Butcher with a Smile

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Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Minho, Thomas

Summary: Based on the song Tear in My Heart, by Twenty One Pilots.

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Sometimes you gotta bleed to know

I believe people say that when you’re close to your death, you see your life flash before your eyes. I don’t have a clear memory of hearing anyone in particular say that, of course, but I feel like I can almost remember this being true. And I must say I discovered this saying to be very real.

that you’re alive and have a soul

When I stepped into the Maze and heard the loud thud of the Doors closing behind me, it was like I could feel my senses getting sharper. Immediately after making the decision I was at the verge of regretting it, but at the first glance around I remembered why I made it.

But it takes someone to come around

He was there, gasping, staring at me in disbelief. “You’re as good as dead,” he told me. He was probably right. I wanted to convince myself that I didn’t care, that it didn’t matter, that it didn’t scare me. It did scare me.

to show you how

But I couldn’t leave him there, I just couldn’t. I didn’t think, I just acted. He was the one person that made me feel alive ever since I got out of that Box. When I woke up in the dark container, all I could feel was numbness. But he broke me out of it. He made me want to leave that place more than anything else. Probably because I wanted to see him out of that hell.

He's the tear in my heart, I'm alive

I hadn’t been stung at that point yet, but I felt like I could understand the oddness in those who had been through the Changing. The numbness, the disinterest in life. They just went by, carrying their own weight, just trying to get by another day. Who’s to judge? There isn’t much in life in the Glade to make you enthusiastic about living. But I had found something. Someone. I felt alive when I was with him; I wanted to live. So yes, maybe I was as good as dead when I stepped into the Maze at the last second, but if he was to die while I survived for another day in the Glade… a day without him… The very thought strengthened my resolve.

He's the tear in my heart, I'm on fire

In a way, he got me out of the Maze more than I got him out. He was the one who made me have it in me to get us through that night. It was all for him. And he continued to do it after that night. When we left the Maze altogether; when we discovered that the real world we wanted to come back to so badly didn’t exist anymore; when we faced those endless miles of burning Scorch; when it dawned upon us that we would have to cross it.

He's the tear in my heart, take me higher

Each step I took, with each burning breath I took in, burning my insides, it was all possible because I had him by my side. All I needed to do was look at him, and see him looking back at me and I had strength to take one more step forward. All it took was seeing his smile, like nothing was wrong, like all was well in the world. He had that power.

Than I’ve ever been

It still wonders me how he managed to do that. How he could stay calm, or at least seem to be calm. He never admitted, but I know deep inside that he made himself look calm for the group’s sake. For my sake. He knew he had to be a solid rock so the group wouldn’t fall apart. I’ll never stop being thankful to him for carrying that weight.

My heart is my armor

I couldn’t help feeling guilty when I failed to be strong with him. It wasn’t fair that he should be the strong one for the group all the time and I got to be weak with him in our night watches. I tried to tell myself that by always volunteering to stand guard with him to help him stay awake I was doing my part, but deep down I know that I was just craving an opportunity of being alone just the two of us, and that I was just dying to hear him say “Thomas, you know you need to be strong with me.”

“I should be,” I confessed one time.

“No, you should listen to me, and I’m telling you that I don’t want you to be strong.”

“It’s not fair that you have to be strong alone.”

“I’m not alone.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I do. But it’s just how it is. Soon we’ll be at the Safe Haven and then I’ll be able to be weak, alright? Don’t worry.”

“Are you really scheduling when you’ll be weak? Just like that? Are you sure that lightning didn’t hit you square in the head?” I said slapping him lightly on the shoulder.

“Don’t go running your mouth like that, I’m still the leader of this group, y’know? I still can banish you,” he said, giving me a slap back on my shoulder, but he rested his hand there and caressed it for a moment before continuing. “You already do a lot just by staying here with me every night.”

“I should do more.”

“Stop.”

I stopped.

“I need you well,” he said. After I didn’t reply, “Alright?”

“Alright,” I murmured a bit reluctantly.

He's the tear in my heart, he's a carver

He really was for me the embodiment of that feeling I had back in that terrifying night in the Maze. Stepping into the Maze I had the feeling that, in the face of death, I was more alive. He did that to me, in a way. He was my weakness. The thought of looking around and not seeing him scared me more than the Crank that wanted to cut off my nose. He came into my life like a knife cutting my heart open, and that strangely made me strive to find more strength in me because, looking at him, I knew I couldn’t let myself let him down.

That’s why being in those tunnels, away from him, was the scariest part of all this journey. The very thought of reuniting with the group and discovering that something had happened almost made me fall to the ground. Each Crank we encountered was a reminder of that possibility and that was what made them so scary.

He's a butcher with a smile, cut me farther

For that reason, I’m never tired of repeating that the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen was Minho materializing at the doorstep to that dirty basement, all covered in blood, holding a knife in each hand. With all the begging for me to stop telling that story to anyone who cares to listen around the Safe Haven, I know he likes to hear me repeat it. It’s a very fitting image, too. That’s how he came into my life figuratively back in the Glade: cutting me deep and making me bleed; and then at that moment in the Scorch, he embodied the role in a more literal way: knives and blood all over.

Than I've ever been

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Bucky really went from a cranky scowling old man who never smiles to that Cool (gay) uncle who pulls up 2 hours late to the family cookout with sunglasses, cake and level 100 swagger

Now that's character development

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sam wilson deserves better

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when life gives you lemons you should not make lemonade, in fact you should not make anything with those lemons cause you shouldn't eat food from a stranger

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