Newt: How Petty Can You Get?

Newt: So apparently the ‘big sad’ I’ve been feeling lately is severe depression-

NEWT BABY

Alby: do you take constructive criticism?

Minho: i only take cash or credit.

Being a bit soft but the maze runner fandom is genuinely the nicest and friendliest and most down to earth fandom I've ever been in and you are all such wonderful people 💜

Merry Newtmas everyone

Thomas (mumbling absentmindedly): I'm so eepy. I'm literally the eepiest. I'm an eeper.

Newt, with tears running down his face: What are you saying.

An interesting demonstration of how the human brain works.

But also something of a lesson regarding perception, and the unreliability of subjective perspective versus objective reality.

You can be extremely certain about how you perceive the world, your "lived experience," that which you "feel it in my heart." But that doesn't mean it's actually true. And it doesn't mean we have to endorse it, or ignore or outright deny objective reality.

That's a "you" thing, not a "we" thing.

Reblog if you think asexuality is a legitimate sexuality.

I'm trying to prove something.

Tmr incorrect quotes

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Thomas: my boyfriend is too tall for me to kiss on the lips. What should I do?

Minho: punch him in the stomach, when he doubles over in pain kiss him.

Brenda: tackle him

Gally: dump him

Frypan: kick him in the shin

Newt: No to all of those things just ask me to lean down.

(Technically in the books I think Newt is taller not sure lol)

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Gally: You know, Newt gets Thomas flowers everyday I wish you would do that.

Minho: okay

^later that day^

Minho: *hands Thomas a bouquet*

Thomas: uhhh thanks buddy but what exactly are these for?

Minho: I dunno ask gally.

(I couldn't decide who to ship minho with so I just put gally)

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Thomas: Did you have to stab them?

Minho: You weren't there you don't know what they said.

Thomas: What did they say?

Minho: What are you gonna do, stab me ?

Thomas: That's fair

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Thomas:*did something stupid* Can you cut me some slack, Newt? I’m sort of in love.

Newt: that’s really not my problem.

Thomas: I’m in love with you.

Newt: *blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

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Newt: My hands are cold.

Thomas: Here, let me hold them.

Newt: My lips are cold too.

Thomas: *covers Newt's mouth with his hand*

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newt: Do you feel any better?

Thomas: I feel much better now that you here with me.

*Gally walks in*

Thomas: I feel half better.

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Newt: minho has no survival skills, his need to win has replaced them.

Thomas: That can't be true!

Newt: Watch this.

Newt: Hey minho, race you to the bottom of the stairs!

Minho: *Throws himself out a window*

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Minho: Would you rather kill gally, or—

Thomas: Yes, kill him.

Minho: I didn’t say the other thing—

Thomas: I don’t need to hear it.

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Minho: I really like Eminem.

Thomas: I prefer skittles.

Newt: They are talking about the rapper.

Thomas: Why would they eat the wrapper?

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Newt: You have to apologize to gally.

Thomas: Fine

Thomas: Unfuck you, or whatever.

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Newt: WHO ATE MY BREAD?!

Newt: I'M GOING TO FUCKING K-

Thomas: I did?

Newt: Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't eaten anything today Tommy.

*walking away*

Thomas:

Thomas: hes gone Minho.

Minho, coming out the closet with bread stuffed in their mouth: Twankh uh!

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Thomas: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.

Newt: That's great, Tommy. Especially considering the fact we've been dating for a bloody year.

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Thomas: What is your biggest weakness?

Minho: I can be uncooperative.

Thomas: Okay, can you give me an example?

Minho: No

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Thomas: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Newt: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Thomas: Absolutely not

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Thomas: Whaddya call a fish with no eye?

Newt, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons

Thomas:

Thomas: fsh

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Newt: Tommy...

Thomas: Oh no, 'Tommy' in b-flat.

Thomas: You're disappointed.

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Minho: When Gally was born, the gods said, "hes too perfect for this world."

Thomas: Please. When he were born, the devil said, "Oh, competition."

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Newt: Is something burning?

Thomas, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

Newt: Thomas, the toaster is literally on fire.

What if. What if newt's leg sometimes played up worse than usual and he couldnt walk and so the builders made him a wheelchair. And. And what if newt uses a cane to walk most days.