TWITTER • gladers
if the gladers had twitter accounts or a collection of random shit no one ever wanted
if the gladers had twitter accounts or a collection of random shit no one ever wanted
"problems that the gladers feel the need to rant about. narrated by your favorite runner, minho." "shut up minho." Highest Ranking #87 in Humor | 05/09/15
❝She's been hiding in the box since it arrived!❞ [EXTENDED SUMMARY INSIDE / honestly the worst fanfiction ever but continue if you must / COVER BY @DeviantSmiler]
It was the 17th of October, 2015, when Thomas was checked into River State Mental hospital. He liked to think that he was insane, and maybe he really was. But a certain blonde with brown eyes made him wish he'd never get his sanity back, because being mental meant staying with him forever if he desired. That same blo...
❝ What did they find? ❞ Thomas looks back at him, and there is anguish clearly written on his face. ❝ You have Alzheimer's, Newt. ❞ His breath catches in his throat. Alzheimer's. ❝ There's no cure for that, ❞ he says. ❝ No, ❞ the other whispers, and Newt is struck by just how old he looks-Thomas isn't young anymore...
❝i think we're in deep klunk right about now...❞ ⠀⠀⠀In which some electronic texting devices get sent up to a bunch of teenage boys stuck in a maze. ⠀⠀⠀If only it was that simple. © dylancbrien [ TOP 500 IN TEENFICTION ] !! WARNING; may cause severe laughter
Thomas wakes up in a box and he doesn't know how he got there. He soon finds himself in the safe haven of the Glade. There is one other thing, or person, that makes Thomas content with his knew life, but he doesn't want to admit it. (I suck and summaries, story is way better) Disclaimer: All rights go to James Dashner.
Newtmas AU Summer holidays. Thomas and Newt are two slightly distanced best friends who are willing to experience an unforgettable journey during the break. They also want to bond again, after the mysterious, unclear situation, which happened a year ago. Will they sort out their issues and enjoy themselves on vacatio...
He was blonde, tall and perfect. In his hand he gripped firmly to a long wooden stick, as if his life depended on it. Thomas looked back at this boy's face, but then gasped. His eyes were a glazed cloudy, unseen grey. The boy was blind. [will no longer be updating.]
Thomas is writing letters to Newt, who seems to be the other side of the coin he's stuck to. ( tmr highschool au feat. newtmas with a dash of bromantic minewt )