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Eric: Look, before Jackie you were just some pissed off guy in my basement. But with her, you seemed happy man.

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*SNOWBAIRD* WIPS I AM LOVING

Invisible String by ravenpuff1956

Lucy sucks in a tight breath. She never expected to be dragged back. She didn’t think the Capitol wanted anything to do with her now that she’d won their little game.

Twelve Years by wertman25

Twelve years have passed since Lucy Gray Baird left Coriolanus Snow in the woods. Since then, she had remained a ghost while Coriolanus rose to power in the Capitol… but what happens when Lucy Gray returns and the two lovers meet again?

Other Side of the Coin by monkiseemonkido

AU where Lucy Gray and Snow run off together and make it to District 13. Snow is still his power hungry, ambitious self, but going back to the Capitol is not an option anymore. Especially once he realizes the truth about District 13 and what happened to his family fortune. 

To Where She Flew by madzdolin

When another rebellion comes sooner than anticipated, young Coriolanus Snow finds himself stranded in District 11 after a series of unfortunate events. While the stakes continue to rise in the world around him, Coriolanus finds himself faced with his own internal conflict when he encounters a hauntingly familiar face from his past- only to discover that she has absolutely no recollection of who he is.

The Ballad of Snow (Echoes of a Bird's Song) by fourteentrout

Vignettes of Snow’s life through his rise to (and fall from) power, and the memories that corner him in his moments of least control.

I am Singing Now While Rome Burns by southslates

In which Lucy Gray stays in the Capitol after the Games.

As the Driven Snow by Vacantcing

She comes to him at the best and worst of times, his little songbird. Coriolanus Snow and Lucy Gray through the cycle of the seasons.

How Coriolanus Snow Learned Compassion by cliffhangerqueen

A collection of emotions Lucy Gray taught Coriolanus Snow through her journey of the Hunger Games, and his fall of villainy in an alternative universe when Snow gets away with his lies, only to morph into something that resembled good at Lucy Gray's expense.

A Bird in the Hand by horrormoviebarbie

Coriolanus Snow and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Redemption Arc 

Songbirds, Snakes and Wedding Rings by celestscrystal

In which Coriolanus was never sent to district 12 and instead got away with a slap on the wrist. However, Lucy Gray would not be granted the same fate. In order to save her, Coriolanus marries her. Clashes ensue in a tale of enemies, passion, and lovers.

Blood of my Blood by loveshazel

A deep-dive and rewrite of TBOSAS that answers the question of what if Coriolanus's parents both lived to raise him? And what if that meant a worse fate for any and all involved...

All Your Wasteland Flowers by allbridgesburn

Lucy Gray Baird survives Coriolanus Snow. However, she's not the only one.

The Planet of Love by southslates

In which Coriolanus Snow never kills the Mayor's daughter, Sejanus Plinth dies of his own volition and officer training is moved to District Twelve.

What are you reading and loving?

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So I made this snowbaird folder (in which i put all fics i loved from ao3)

They are sorted by WIP or COMPLETED work,

i try to udapte the WIPs gradually (as they are udapted on ao3)

And im still in the process of categorizing and sorting them out by themes, canon divergence, AU...etc...so, sorry it takes a bit more time than planned😅.

additional note/disclaimer: ik that as a snowbaird shipper youre aware of what youre in for with them but (in case you are a minor) a lot if not most of these works contains explicit sexual content, sometimes dubious consent, depict toxic dynamics (such as power imbalance, manipulation from both side, dom/sub dynamics, well. Snowbaird.)

That being said i just want to add, these amazing writers are on ao3, tumblr, working hard to entertain and please us, readers so if you can and have the time, go on ao3 and drop some comments, love or kudos to these incredible artist!!!

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Belle episode guide (and Rumbelle)

Season 1:

12. Skin Deep: Rumbelle centric flashbacks. A brief glimpse of Belle in Storybrooke.

14. Dreamy: Small scene in The Enchanted Forest.

22. A Land Without Magic: Few scenes in Storybrooke, mainly Rumbelle.

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#someone is jealous EMMA. 2020 — dir. Autumn de Wilde

“Till now that she was threatened with its loss, Emma had never known how much of her happiness depended on being first with Mr. Knightley, first in interest and affection. — Satisfied that it was so, and feeling it her due, she had enjoyed it without reflection; and only in the dread of being supplanted, found how inexpressibly important it had been.”

“On his side, there had been a long-standing jealousy, old as the arrival, or even the expectation, of Frank Churchill.—He had been in love with Emma, and jealous of Frank Churchill, from about the same period, one sentiment having probably enlightened him as to the other.”

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the doctor and rose tyler + every hug 

Bonus: 

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Something Good – Negro Kiss is a short film from 1898 of a couple kissing and holding hands. It is believed to depict the earliest on-screen kiss involving African Americans and is known for departing from the prevalent and purely stereotypical presentation of racist caricature in popular culture at the time it was made.

“There seemed to be something a lot more intimate and having more to do with self-presentation. And that’s unlike anything I had seen from that period when all moving picture images of African Americans were through a white lens and are distortions, misrepresentations, or pseudo anthropological. And this is none of that.”

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POKER

Steven Grant x Reader x Marc Spector

word count: 3.7k

genre: angst, dark-ish themes, fluff, suggestive themes

warnings: implied smut, angst, mentions of stalking, everyone just being a mess, especially marc, obsessive behavior

summary: Your relationship with Steven is constantly strained by the presence of Marc's disdain for you.

author’s note: I tried to be careful to be conscious of the presence of DID on this property, but if I wrote anything that is offensive or ignorant, please please please let me know.

The restaurant’s staff did a poor job at masking that they were sending you looks of pity every so often. Much like you, they were wondering when you were going to give up and shamefully admit that you had been stood up. You twiddled with your freshly polished fingers and checked your phone often as you nibbled on cold appetizers. It kept you busy since you had already tried calling thirteen times. Yet, it took the tenth couple eyeing you with concern on their way out for the embarrassment to finally make a bed under your skin. You ordered the first thing you could pronounce, and afterward, left the restaurant gripping your to-go plate as you looked at your phone one last time.

This experience wasn’t new, but you were already tired of having to find a restaurant that hadn’t seen what you looked like when you were in denial. It’s not like Steven didn’t want to come. It was the fact that he and Marc’s schedule clashed, and you were always at the receiving end of Marc’s negligence—you considered it forgetfulness to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Your journey home was entirely suffocated by unrelenting silence until you went walking into the elevator of your building just to see Marc there, looking just as tired as you were. He saw you coming from where he stood, but no matter how many times his fingers pressed the button, the elevator kept them open as a punishment. He was forced to witness the way your body clung to the dress you wore and how the ends of the skirt grazed over your smooth skin to mock him.

“Hi, Marc,” you said. You could tell by the way he clenched his jaw that it wasn’t Steven.

“Hi.”

The ride up had never been so long and you weren’t sure how to bring it up until you just spoke. “Hey, um, could you let Steven know he missed our date? I’m not sure if he tells you about them—”

“Yeah, something came up for me.” He hadn’t noticed, but his shoulders were tight as he kept his attention forward until the doors opened.

You followed after him with your shoes following the path he made and finally noticed how he held his side on his way to his flat. “Are you okay? Do you want me to—”

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine,” you murmured.

Your first mistake was thinking you could put your warm hand on his chilling, broad shoulders and not cause him to nearly leap out of his own body. You had touched Steven countless times. However, it was the first time Marc had ever gotten a sense of what it felt like for himself.

Still, he didn’t wish to savor it in the slightest. “Pretending to worry is what you do with Steven. Not me.” He recoiled from the heat so harshly that he was already at his door and into his humble home before you could take your keys out.

Marc never got to see the way your face fell or how you clutched your keychain and shoved the metal key into your door. You disappeared into your home, begging your tears to give you time to close the door before they got it all over your dress. All this was while Marc was eyeing a photo of you by the fish tank that you had given to Steven while he took off his shoes.

As he pretended to look over persimmons, Marc watched you from a distance as your soft lips mouthed the lyrics of a song while your fingers glided over the peaches. You made it too easy sometimes and for that, he was thankful. He could spend his weekend researching—that was the word he liked to use— while you were unaware.

You glided through the other aisles, and he was careful to keep his head low and stay a few steps behind you while watching the way you smiled at a store employee while asking a question. Your shining teeth made him frown even deeper as he gripped his shopping cart.

His frustration kept on building throughout the day as he watched you carry through your laundry list of errands. Everywhere you went, he was a step behind with enough distance to go unannounced but close enough to slip your wallet back into your tote bag while you left it in your cart to have a look at some home décor. You really should have been more cautious of pick pocketers.

Landing a punch to a stranger wasn’t how he liked to spend his Sundays. Neither was lying on his bed while you were showering at home. The cardigan you had left with Steven on accident was under his nose as he brought the fragrance into his lungs. He had your Sunday schedule memorized to a point where he was used to the feeling of wanting to resist snaking his hands into his tight pants as he thought about how your hands were rubbing your thighs while he was playing with a Rubik’s Cube. For Marc, hell was Sunday afternoons at 3 PM.

For you, hell was the bus ride home looking at your phone and all the piling missed calls and texts from Steven? You deliberately avoided opening the voicemails and the messages in hopes that you’d have more time to think about what you wanted to do. Your plan was to speak to him on Monday when you felt better, or at least when you could fake it better.

Your walk to the elevator was less eventful than the day prior, but that didn’t keep you from reliving the day before, especially when you saw Steven sitting crisscrossed next to your door while he read a book with a sand-colored cover. You would have ignored him while playing Marc’s words on repeat if he hadn’t met you at your door.

“Hey, Steven.” You were hoping to keep it short and sweet so you could send him on his way gently with a promise that you’d talk to him when you weren’t so fatigued.

“Hey.” He was already rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants with the book abandoned on the floor as he got up. “I tried to call you but—is your phone okay?” You were always so good at answering your phone. “Sorry,” he shook his head. “Sorry. I mean, ‘are you okay?’”

“I couldn’t answer, Steven. I was at work, sorry.”

You didn’t usually work on Saturdays, but that was the least of Steven’s concerns. “B-But what about dinner? We said we’d meet each other there. And I went—And I went and you weren’t there.” He was doing that thing where he was speaking much too fast to figure it out himself and in any other circumstance you would have thought it was endearing, but the crack of his voice nearly pressed your heart so hard it would have stopped beating.

“Yeah,” you let out a sigh while you dug through your purse to find your keys. “I went yesterday and didn’t see you. I figured Marc lost track of time or something.”

“Today’s not Saturday, is it?” he asked while he licked his lips anxiously.

You were pleased that fishing for your key gave you a distraction, since you couldn’t bear to see his face fall again while he experienced a crushing realization that he had already gone through two times before.

“I’m afraid it’s not,” you looked up at him with an evident crease between your brows.. “I’m sorry you were there alone. Marc didn’t leave you a sticky note by the tank telling you?”

“No-no, no, he didn’t.” He looked back at his apartment at the end of the hall like he could see through walls. “At least, I don’t think so.”

You bitterly laughed to yourself to shrug off the hurt that was making room for itself in your pensive thoughts. “I don’t think he likes me very much.” What you said out loud was really meant for yourself.

“No, no, that can’t be—He likes you.”

“Steven, don’t lie to me,” you tried to keep your tone light hearted, but your façade was slipping.

“I’m not.” His wide eyes were becoming glassy, and his lips tightened into a line as he tried to fix the damage. “I swear.”

You nodded while unlocking the door. “I’m gonna head in, okay? I’m a little tired.”

“Wait,” he took your hand and made you notice how his clammy arms were desperately shaking. “I’m sorry.”

Steven saw the way your face relaxed, and the corner of your lift lifted lightly for a moment. He watched you come close to then give him an electric kiss on his cheek that made his ears too hot for comfort.

“Please, get some sleep tonight.” You watched him close his eyes as he felt your hands hold his visage tenderly. Your thumbs carefully moved back and forth over his cheek. “You look pale.” You examined his face as you saw his frown deepen and chose to ignore it. “And tell Marc to take it easy.”

“Why do I get the weird feeling you don’t want to do this anymore? Like be with me. It’s on your face. Are you upset with me? I get it if you want to go into your flat and avoid me for the rest of your life—”

“Hey, hey, don’t say that. Just give me some time to sort this all out mentally first.” You were referring to your thoughts as your finger slipped into his dark hair to calm him down, but it only sent a shudder pouring down his spine like cold water while his knees almost gave in.

“Is this a break? Or a breakup? Bloody hell, are we breaking up?—”

You gave him another kiss, but on his lips. Your warm skin was on his mouth while your hand fondly stroked his neck. It nearly caused him to become entirely lightheaded. His eyes were blown open the entire time from the moment he felt your kiss. You pulled away to get one last look at him.

“No, we’re not.” You placed your forehead onto his as you tried to have him matched your breathing. “I just want some time, maybe one or two days, to think. I’m telling you this because I enjoy being honest with you. Just give me some time to think over some things, okay?”

Steven nodded fervently at your words.

“Alright,” you smiled. His face got warmer. “See you later, gator.”

“Laters, gators,” he whispered as he felt your hand slip out of his.

If Steven could properly chew out Marc, he would, but instead he was stuck yelling at a mirror while a disinterested Marc was asking him to surrender his body so he could start off his soon-to-be long night.

“No, you don’t get to ask me that without answering me first!” Steven pointed.

“Good, God, Steven. Calm down.” Marc looked as uninterested as ever.

“You did this!” Now Steven was pacing. “I don’t get it. You have so many photos of her like a bloody creep,” he grabbed one of the many in the bathroom drawer to wave around. “But you’re the one giving her a hard time?” Steven never figured out what was said when he was gone, but with the way you spoke about Marc and the way Marc spoke about you, it didn’t take much afterward.

“What does this have to do with me not telling you that I made you miss your date?”

“Everything!” His fingers combed through his hair as he tried to imitate what you did to him to calm him down. “For once in my life, I got the courage to ask someone to date me and you’re pissing all over it. You’re just as obsessed with her, but you don’t want to admit it.”

Why would Marc want to admit? That would mean that he’d have to also confess to how sour he was about Steven getting to you first. It didn’t make sense. He was under the impression that he’d get you and Steven would just have to follow along, as always. So while he looked at you sleeping with the white noise machine on, he gripped the spare key of your flat that was meant for Steven. He had found a way to forcibly turn his jealousy into a lack of trust that you had good intentions with Steven.

What was supposed to be no more than two days thinking about your relationship and Marc’s choice words turned into a seven. You had been so consumed by Marc’s accusation that you stewed in your thoughts for so long that you feared seeing Steven in passing on your way to work. You rose early and returned home extremely late. All the while, Steven spent his days at the gift shop anxiously checking his phone while typing and deleting messages that he hoped to have enough courage to send.

This brought him back full circle on Sunday, knocking on your door. Your brief look through the peephole wasn’t enough to prepare you to see him again. When you opened the door, you were met with a nervously still Steven wearing a suit that he seemed to be drowning in.

He must have not expected you to actually answer the door because once he saw you were still in your work clothes, he panicked.

“Bollocks.” He quickly pulled out the card that you didn’t know he was holding. “I falafel about what happened.” His eyes followed the Hallmark card’s words. “I’m sorry.”

He practically shoved a bouquet of flowers into your hands when he nearly tripped over his shoes trying to hand it to you. Your bewildered expression must have frightened him even further, since he was already reaching into his bag to pull out a box of chocolate. Another small box fell out in the process as he fumbled to give you the heart-shaped chocolate box. In utter panic, he brought himself to his knees to pick it up, but he stayed on his knees to give it to you while you were trying to balance the things he had already given you.

“Wait-Wait, Steven, honey, are you trying to propose?” you asked calmly as you tried to mask your panic.

“W-What?” he looked up at you from where he was on his knees with his once combed hair now disheveled. ���No-no!”

You nodded.

“Do you want me to?” he asked.

“Jesus, no,” you giggled.

“It’s just a pin of a scarab,” he said as he opened the box. “for your tote bag,” he whispered the last part as he placed the box in your hand.

“I can’t accept all this.”

“But I haven’t even given you the peaches, yet.”

“Steven,” you tried to hold back your laughter while you placed the gifts on your kitchen counter as he waited at the door with bated breath. You returned to him and decided to cut him some slack instead of refusing his gifts. “Thank you. I—”

He looked at the palm of his hand, at the poorly scribbled checklist he had made just in case he forgot something.

“Have dinner with me, please,” he asked. “It’s at my place. New Gus will be there too. Nothing too serious—unless you want it to be.”

You took his hand and stroked them as you tried to calm him down from what he no doubt had rehearsed many times over. “Give me a few minutes to get dressed, since you’re looking so dapper.”

“I hope this all didn’t cost too much,” you spoke as you looked at the giant stuffed crocodile in the corner. Steven was more focused on how your lips moved with red lipstick painted over them that he hadn’t heard a word that came out of your mouth. “Steven?”

“Yeah?” he was still frazzled.

“Please, don’t tell me that Donna took the stuffed animal out of your paycheck.”

“I won’t,” he nodded.

“Steven!”

“This is our apology to you.”

“Our?”

“I’m hoping Marc is going to apologize, too. Eventually…” he looked off into space briefly. “Honestly, whenever. I’m still kind of lost with how this works.”

“Have you fed New Gus?” He didn’t even notice how swiftly you changed the conversation.

“Oh, no.”

“Poor thing is watching us eat while you haven’t fed him,” you began walking to the tank to retrieve the fish food but when it wasn’t in sight, you were already heading toward Steven’s bed to get it off of his nightstand. By the time you returned, there was a silence that filled the room that made you uncomfortable as you fed Gus. You could feel a firm set of eyes that let you know that Marc was staring.

“Hey, Marc.” You tried to keep your voice level.

“Hey.”

You turned to see him eyeing the takeout food that you had spent twenty minutes assuring Steven was delicious.

“He told me you wanted to say something.” Even as you returned to your seat to face him, he still hadn’t said a word, and you knew he wouldn’t if you didn’t speak up.

“Yeah,” he was struck by your scent since your perfume was scrambling his thoughts until he went completely silent for much too long.

“Look, if it’s gonna kill you, it’s fine. You don’t have to be here. I’m sure Steven can keep me entertained for the rest of the night.” You couldn’t even stand to look at him, so you were already heading back to New Gus—you really needed to pick a better name for him. Steven and Marc’s hands were the same, yet when he took you by your wrist, he felt colder.

“Entertain?” he whispered with a sickly smirk.

“That’s not what I meant—Look if you’re setting out to make me the bad guy—”

“You’re making it really easy to.”

“You’re the one being difficult. All I’ve ever been is kind to you.” He was pushing you over the precipice.

"I don’t need your pity.”

Your weeks of frustration and denying he was likely keeping Steven away from the dinners you planned were pouring over the fire and causing billowing smoke. “Why don’t you fucking trust me like Steven does?”

“I just can’t seem to get why you accepted his advances so eagerly.” He hadn’t gotten as loud as you were, but he was so, so close.

“For starters,” you tore his grip from your wrist. “He’s much nicer.”

“I can be nice,” he said as he got closer. He didn’t sound sincere, but rather like he was being challenged. “I-I can be nicer… funnier, better.”

“Marc, what are you going on about?” your eyes feverishly danced over his face in confusion. “Can we just go back to how it was before?”

“Like when we were just neighbors and Steven was following you like some lap dog,” he hissed so strongly you felt the wind on your nose.

“No, when I’d drop first aid supplies and pretend not to see the photos you have of me on your mirror,” you spat.

You should have seen it coming when he had gotten so close with his towering stance. But when Marc kissed you, it sent you walking back to catch your balance, and you were stunned. It was enough to have you pull back to have a look at him to see if it was actually Steven. Yet he wasn’t. You could tell by the look in his eyes and by the way he went in for another kiss. His lips took over yours as you still were trying to catch your bearings and remedy your confusion. His teeth eventually moved from your mouth to your neck as he held your head about by his jaw.

Marc could hear the shake in your breaths as you gripped the sleeves of his suit and bunched the cotton fabric into your fist. His sloppy kisses littered your neck and chest like acid rain and made you wonder how you had already made it to the kitchen counter. He went from holding your face by its jaw to running his hands along your arms, as he was already trying to venture to where your skirt and thighs met.

He went back to kissing your red lips and swallowing the whimpers that came from your mouth. He was only going deeper as you gripped the edge of the kitchen counter to keep you grounded and stop the spinning.

Calloused hands started climbing up your dress and toying with your underwear before you had to catch him by his wrist and practically plead with your eyes. You didn’t want to go further and just wanted to talk to him, but he must have taken the hesitation for something else because he was already jumping to his own conclusions.

Just as quickly as it all started, his body slowly became stiff until his kisses decrescendoed into nothing but a whisper when his lips called out your name.

“Steven?” you pulled away. You felt the change in his posture and how quickly his hands tore from your body.

“S-Sorry.” He was taken aback by the position he had you in and cleared his throat as he peeled his hands from your body and tucked it into his pockets.

You climbed down from where you were and fixed your dress while he desperately tried to ask what had happened.

“Nothing you have to worry about,” you lightly dismissed as you grabbed your things. “It went fine. Thank you for the wonderful evening, but I’ve got to head in early since I’m taking Benny’s shift tomorrow.”

“Hey, don’t forget this.” He was practically sprinting to meet you at the door with the stuffed crocodile while you made sure the smile on your face was still there.

“Thank you. Goodnight.”

“Night.” he awkwardly drew closer to kiss your forehead before you left and slipped into your room down the hall.

Marc had you reeling the entire night until the sun swallowed the moon as you thought about the way your body quaked while he was devouring your neck and left wet hickeys in his wake. In another bed, Steven was toying with the Rubik’s cube as he thought about how he was going to fix things once more. Marc had made it seem like the only option was to love one when you had always wanted to try to love both.

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Las leyes de la física son inquebrantables.

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I’ve always found it interesting how the Doctor drops Sarah Jane’s hand, clenches his fist and does his awkward-neck-rub tell as soon as Rose shows up. Add Sarah Jane’s snarkiness to his whoops-I’m-busted behavior and it’s really not that strange that Rose was jealous.

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tomura is nicer than you think he is

people are allowed to write characters however makes them happy, but i wish there were an equal amount of people who paid attention to his canon characterization too. i wish i could find a fic or two that doesn’t make him a tsundere (he’s not one - though i understand the appeal) or weirdly mean to his friends (he’s usually very chill!!)

he let toga hold a knife to his neck. he let spinner grab him by the collar of his shirt and yell in his face. he let dabi tell him he didn’t give a shit about his tragic backstory and wasn’t gonna stick around to help directly. he let twice tackle him to the ground and all he had to say was “wow, you multiplied yourself! good job!”

so, heres a long post explaining where canon tomura is much different from fanon tomura - mostly in terms of how he treats his team, his general understanding of other people, and his actually very mellow attitude. ft. lots of manga panels as evidence

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i know vitamin c basically neutralizes adhd meds but lemonade good

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My take on Little Hope, evidence and theory:

1. Anthony is the only one Vince sees, confirming he's the only one of the 5 physically present.

2. The Puritans could not see or speak with the Present selves unless they were one of the 6 actively in the story - with Carver acknowledging he felt their presence.

3. Carver mentions throughout the game and comic about the souls and spirits being torn apart/split.

4. The "Present" timeline can change some events from the Puritan timeline.

5. The Puritans really did exist and looked like these present-day characters. We have proof throughout the whole game.

6. Abraham died YEARS after the others. But we are given their age, and the differences are always the same no matter the timeline. So if reincarnation is true, it would not be triggered until the last death. Which means Amy would not be reborn until Abraham died.

7. The "demons" have appeared in the past to Carver and Tilly, suggesting they are very real.

8. The past selves reaching out is what triggers the present selves' time traveling.

9. The curator tells us everyone must overcome their OWN demons.

Putting it together, I believe that when Anthony was concussed and forget who he was, he didn't imagine Andrew from thin air. Andrew really did exist, and was probably the next incarnation in line after Anthony's passing - which might've supposed to have been that night, since if you failed to change his fate by correcting his actions, he does, indeed, die.

When Anthony was concussed, with the timelines converging, I believe he tapped into his next spiritual successor of Andrew. It was probably happening before the bus even crashed, as Anthony could see them, including Andrew, from the beginning. But the concussion merged their spirits, since Anthony was momentarily erased. His physical body stays in the correct timeline for Anthony, but his mind, disassociated from trauma, wanders in a literal sense.

(In fact, we have no reason to believe ALL his hallucinations haven't been him dipping in and out of timelines, as the only other people who'd see it if he was are dead.)

By breaking the cycle and forgiving Megan/Mary/the unnamed present carnation, Andrew saves Mary, which in turn saves Anthony.

And if the others are able to break their own cycle, they release their souls, the demons disappear, and they are able to tell Anthony/Abraham to move on as their soul and spirit have been reunited, and they remember their past selves. They know it wasn't his fault.

This also explains the other timelines not part of the main three, such as Daniel, Andrew and John being soldiers in 1917, and Taylor getting murdered by the demons in the 1800's as Tilly Johnson. - why would Anthony imagine those sorts of details?

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Minho went against the people he’d known for years to defend Thomas.

Thomas ran into the maze for Minho before he even knew him.

Minho beat Gally’s ass because he threatened Thomas.

“No way, shuckface. You’re coming with me. We need food and rest. Now.”

Minho trusted Thomas to keep the group together from behind - Aka, be his second in command.

He forgot how important in was that Minho still believe in him. It went halfway to giving him the courage to do what he needed to do.

Minho ran back in the lightning storm for Thomas when he fell, drug him back up, and tried his best to assure Thomas there was nothing they could do for the kid that got struck.

Thomas literally said he didn’t care about anyone else until Minho was struck by lightening and suddenly Thomas was falling to his knees, risking his life to try and help Minho.

Minho follows Thomas into the bathroom to comfort him.

Minho brought Thomas food, worried about him, and followed Thomas around to make sure he didn’t puke.

Minho noticed Thomas doesn’t smile much.

Minho makes Thomas laugh even in the bleakest of moments and it’s such a rare thing that even other characters were surprised to see Thomas in a good mood.

Thomas has an obsession with Minho’s arms.

“He could only worry about Minho.”

Dashner has explicitly stated multiple times that not all characters were straight

Dashner has also outright stated that Minho had the closest bond to Thomas

Dashner said that if Thomas told Minho he killed Newt that Minho would eventually forgive him.

Dashner said that Thomas spends his time in Paradise relaxing on the beach with Minho

“I bet you cried every night missing me.” “Yeah.”

“I’ve imagined you dead about a hundred different ways.” - So Minho really worries about Thomas to the point that he pictures him dying again and again when sperated from the boy.

The entire third movie is about Thomas going to rescue Minho

BEAR HUG.

“If you die, I will not be happy!”

“No way, me and you!” Jealous boyfriend much?

Minho hated every girl who spoke to Thomas for no apparent reason.

- For some reason Minho kept casting Brenda dirty looks.

- Minho didn’t seem happy to see him. “What did that shuck traitor have to say?” (When Thomas speaks to Teresa)

- Minho flashed Thomas a goofy grin and waved, his sarcasm making it obvious he wants exactly happy. (When Brenda wants to talk to Thomas)

“You know I won’t keep anything form you. And she knows it too.

Ki Hong Lee ships it.

Dylan O'Brien ships it.

Thomas Sangster ships it.

“Remember that I love you.”

“If there was anyone in this world besides Teresa (who was currently the love interest) who Thomas could truly call a friend, it was Minho and he couldn’t handle loosing him too.”

Thomas is totally fine with Gally after Gally says he never meant to kill Chuck - Only Thomas - While Minho is the one who is still unhappy because Gally wanted to kill Thomas.

Thomas and Minho slept together on the floor in Denver.

Thomas and Minho share a bunk and Minho talks to Thomas until he falls asleep - Letting himeslf talk about sensitive things like what happened to the friends they left behind.

Thomas calls Teresa his best friend when she’s the love interest. Teresa calls Aris her best friend what she flirts with him to betray Thomas - Thomas says Minho had become his “true best friend” by the end of the book.

Teresa threatens to literally kill the Gladers one by one but isn’t able to get Minho to shut up until she starts hurting Thomas every time Minho opens his mouth - Which gets him to shut up instantly.

Minho screaming that he’d find Thomas until Teresa hurts Thomas again which forces Minho to stay quiet.

Minho is Thomas’s Keeper and Thomas is Minho’s last Runner.

Minho is the first kid Minho actually meets in TFC.

Thomas basically threatens to kill himself if Wicked kills Minho and literally freaks during the whole Griever attack thing - Begging, bargaining, almost sobbing.

“He made his decision, he liked Minho.”

“He really liked Minho.”

Something in his voice lessened the blow.

Thomas is surprised at how easily Minho can sooth him after ticking him off.

Minho catches Thomas by the wrist to stop him from leaving when his messing with the boy has almost pushed Thomas too far.

Runnie undies - “Keeps you nice and comfy. Ya know your…” “Yeah. I know.”

“Someone grabbing him by the shoulder of his shirt, pulling him closer. Minho.”

“I’ve been shucked and gone to heaven! It’s Thomas!”

Minho it the last person alive Thomas trusts. (“He would only trust Minho and Newt. No one else.”)

Thomas writes a letter to Minho and Brenda when he’s about to die. No one else.

Thomas feels as angry as he did when Gally killed Chuck when Jorge even kicks Minho.

Minho beats a guy to death for shooting Thomas.

Minho can count off the other Gladers deaths “like apples in a barrel” but risks the entire group on an insane rescue mission to search the entire crank city for Thomas.

Thomas won’t let Jorge kill Minho even if it ensures everyone else’s safety.

“Something in his eyes.” “Hoping to convey with his eyes…” Minho and Thomas can understand each other through their eyes alone.

Minho trusted Thomas even when doing so might result in his fingers getting chopped of.

Thomas says Minho has beautiful hands - And when Thomas is shot someone with nice hands stays with him… HMMM.

“Thomas found Minho with his eyes.” “Thomas looked at Minho.” “Thomas caught Minho’s eye.”

Whenever Thomas speaks of his friends it’s always “Minho and the others.”

Minho is literally the most important to Thomas - The author legitimately said that guys come on.

“The world was collapsing around Thomas and Minho… Together, they jumped through the icy gray wall.” There 2 are really together at the end of the world. They’re all they have left.

Thomas has to hold back tears when he stares into Minho’s eyes and swears never to tell about Newt because Minho means too much to him to loose him too.

“Minho extended a hand to Thomas to help him up.” “He came over to help Thomas stand” “…felt Minho lifting him to his feet.”

“Minho’s face appeared in front of his. He was yelling something…. Thomas looked back at Minho. "He’s dead.” His friend was yelling.“ Because that whole scene in TDC where Newt stopped Thomas from beating Gally was a Thominho rip off.

Minho looks hurt when Thomas wants to go with Brenda

"Thomas fell; Minho jerked him to his feet. A few seconds later Minho fell; Thomas yanked and dragged until they were both running again.”

“You gonna kill me, slinthead? Do it, then. Throw it.” Minho trusting Thomas even when Thomas is mind controlled.

But Minho had Thomas’s arms pinned to the ground. He hovered over him, heaving to catch his breath. “I’m not getting up until they let your mind go.” Thomas wanted to smile.

Minho was asleep in a chair beside Thomas’s bed even though he underwent the same surgery - Meaning Minho got out of bed, pulled a chair over to Thomas bed, and stayed with him until he fell asleep.

In TDC comic there is a failed rescue attempt in which Thomas simply cannot accept that Minho isn’t there, starting with phrases like “THEY have to be here,” but quickly disintegrating into “I’m not leaving HIM!” As his panic grows, letting us all know who he’s really worried about as even other characters who had been using “they” start repeating “He’s not here” over and over again in an attempt to get Thomas to understand.

Thominho used to be the default ship before the movies came out.

Minho comes running to save Thomas again and again.

Minho asking “are you okay?” Every other line.

Minho’s sarcastic chidings make Thomas want to smile - And when he does actually smile at them Minho gives a “satisfied nod” and says “that’s better” Because he literally wants to make Thomas smile omfg.

Minho gets really angry at Thomas for running off alone because it’s dangerous and they’re supposed to do things together - But yet still immideatly softens when he sees Thomas is actually upset and tries to get him to talk about it.

Thomas is disgusted at Brenda’s kiss: “Maybe it was Teresa, maybe it was-” At which point Minho starts talking. So subtle.

Dashner describes Minho as the one character we can always count on - Because he’ll always have Thomas’s back.

“Aw. How sweet. You can stay here and die with Thomas.” Frypan ships it.

In the third movie, Minho wakes up when he hears Thomas’s voice.

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a dazzling place i never knew but when i’m way up here ——————it’s crystal clear

that now i’m in a whole new world with you