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justwearthegoddamncardigan · 11 months ago

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could you possibly do a platonic gladers thing where reader was the first to come out of the box? like they came up with the note like teresa but “the first” if that makes sense 😭 anyway the reader is just sort of a parental figure to everyone? whatever gender you’d like to put and scenarios, the thought just popped in my head. ofc do this only if you’d like to!! pls don’t feel obligated!! love ur work <333 /p

HI LOVE THIS!! Thank you for the request ❤

Everyone loves Y/n

Platonic gladers x gender neutral!reader, set during tmr (movieverse)

3k - longish fic but worth it if you love platonic love 🫶

Warnings: discussions of Newt's suicide attempt; but more like the recovery after it, still please take care everyone, also language warning

1. Alby

You're the first one. Welcome.

You stuff the crinkled note back in your pocket just as you've done so many times before, re-examining it and hoping for some clue as to why you're stuck in here alone.

Except- you're not alone anymore.

The boy stands beside the Box, staring around the same way you did when you first climbed out, exactly 30 days ago.

Come on, Y/n. Time to go. You take a deep breath, resolving yourself, and you step out from where you'd been standing hidden in the trees.

The guy notices you immediately and takes a defensive stance, understandably hostile and scared. "Who are you? Don't come any closer!"

"Woah, hey," you raise your arms nonthreateningly, continuing to move slowly towards him. "It's alright."

"Where am I?" demands the boy.

"To be honest, I haven't got a clue," you tell him. "But you've got no idea how happy I am to see you."

His eyes narrow. "What?"

You shrug. "I thought I'd be alone here, forever."

At his silence, you continue. "So I've been here for a month. I was sent up in this Box, like you, with a bunch of resources and... hey, they've sent more stuff," you say happily, peering into the Box.

"Alright listen man," you say. "I don't really have answers for you, but I did start developing a routine for how to live here, and I'd love for us to work together."

The boy holds your gaze for a second, before giving a single nod.

You let out a sigh of relief. "Great, wonderful. I'm Y/n, by the way." You stick out your hand to shake. "Oh- memories. Your name is all you get, everything else is gone. But hey, let's make new memories here, together." You flash a cheesy grin and clap the guy on the shoulder.

You don't know how someone conveys sarcasm in a single look, but the new guy manages it just fine.

2. Minho

"Here, this way- shit."

You turn the corner and see the wall sliding into place, sealing off your exit.

"Which way now?" asks Minho, fear evident in his voice.

"Uh- that was already my backup route," you say honestly, backing away from the closed wall. "Just follow me, we'll find another way back."

You start down a lane, moving faster now, admittedly guessing your way through the paths and taking turns on instinct, aiming for the vague direction of the Glade.

Somewhere across the Maze a Griever lets out a screech.

"Yeah, okay," you mutter. Shuck. "In here, quickly," you direct, pushing Minho ahead into a smaller lane.

"Alright, here's the deal." You squat down, forcing Minho down with you, and keeping your voice low. "If I'm right, we're close to the Glade now. There should be a right turn at the end of the path next to us now, then a left and a straight shot back to the Glade."

"What if you're not right?" hisses Minho, wincing at the Griever's screech.

"Then we're dead," you say flatly. "Cause that Griever's in the same direction we're going. By the sound of it, we'll be running the path right beside it's lane."

"What."

"Look, Minho. Do you trust me?"

He hesitates, before; "Yes, fine. Let's go."

You shoot him a grin, patting his shoulder. "Perfect. Follow me, stay close."

You run through the route you'd explained to Minho, feeling your blood chill as you get closer to the Griever, its screeches becoming deafening.

You turn to check on Minho, who gives you a firm nod despite the terror you can see in his eyes.

The two of you turn into the final stretch, separated from the Griever by a single wall, and you sprint back to the Glade, heart pounding in your chest.

You collapse into the grass, breathing heavily as Minho falls in beside you.

"What the hell happened to you two?" demands Alby, running up to you and Minho.

You sit up. "Maze changed, and there was a Griever near the Glade," you explain. "Too near."

"Bloody hell," says Newt, hands balanced on his hips. "Are you sure this was a good idea?"

So far you and Alby have been the only people to enter the Maze. Today was meant to be a beginner's run for Minho, your newest Glader and technically the Greenie even though he's never acted like it. You wanted to build a team of Runners, to see if more people could help with searching for an exit.

You look to Minho, still bent over in the grass. "Let's talk in the hut," you say, patting his arm.

"What did you think?" you ask, after you've both gotten water and a few minutes to let the adrenaline fade.

Minho flicks his gaze up at you, before dropping it. "I freaked out. I don't think I'm cut out for this Runner klunk."

You hum softly, tapping on the table Gally had lovingly built and sanded until it shone. "Do you think everyone was immediately good at their jobs?"

"Running is different," responds Minho, dodging the question.

"You were fast," you say. "I think you'd beat any of us in a race if we bothered to test it out. And you've got a level head, which is the most important thing when you're in the Maze."

You lean forward. "But you also need the guts to set foot in the Maze in the first place. And Minho, you were the first volunteer to run with me today. That's exactly the bravery we need in Runners."

You're met with silence. "If I asked you to be a Runner," you say quietly. "Would you say yes?"

"You could be asking the wrong person," hedges Minho.

"I don't think so," you say.

"I- why? Why me?"

"Because I believe in you," you say simply. "I think you could do it."

The silence stretches as you wait for Minho's response. Then; "Okay, I'll do it." He gives you a nod, expression resolving.

You sit back, a mock-thoughtful expression on your face. "I mean, I said if I asked you, this was really more hypothetical-"

"Y/n, I swear-"

You let out a laugh, and Minho rolls his eyes at you, grinning.

3. Newt

Overtime, the Gladers have grown into a wider community, with new jobs and groups slowly added.

Alby steps into the leader position and you move into your gardening job, as well as mentoring the Medjacks on the side. You tend to pick up a little of every job, passing what you know to newly formed groups until they can develop on their own.

Minho's grown far beyond what you could have expected from him, moving on to memorising routes, constructing a scarily detailed Map, and hand-picking the new Runners.

Newt becomes a Runner too, and you almost lose him.

They're some of the worst memories you'll ever have, that day Minho ran in in the freezing morning, screaming for help. The Medjack hut was finished literally a day before, and the Medjacks themselves were barely trained to patch up the Slicers. So everyone turned to you... And you were so, so, out of your depth.

You'd built a temporary brace for your own twisted ankle from your first month alone in the Glade, but for this you were completely unqualified and unprepared.

It’s been months now, with Newt slowly healing overtime. You worked with the Medjacks to set up a few movement drills, but it’s been painstakingly slow progress.

“I want to try walking again.”

You lift your gaze to Newt in the dark. “Now?”

“I wanna go outside.”

You hesitate.

“Come on, Y/n, I barely got five steps in today before Jeff made me sit down again. I’m fine, I promise.”

“You’re fine when the Medjacks say you’re fine,” you reply.

“The Medjacks don’t know shit,” retorts Newt. “They’re just making stuff up as they go. That’s what we’ve all been doing.”

“I trust them,” you say steadily. “Alby and I chose them for a reason.”

“Y/n, can you please just let me outside.”

You let out a breath. “Fine. Take your crutches.”

You don’t go far; the ground is too uneven and the crutches slip in the grass. You end up dropping them near the top of a hill.

“Here, let’s sit.”

You reach a hand out to Newt, which he thankfully takes, letting you help him down so you’re both lying back on the grass, facing up at the night sky.

“It was a good idea,” you say, breaking the silence. “I get why you wanted to come out.”

"Yeah," says Newt. He jerks his chin upwards. “The stars, they’re what I’m here for.”

You tip your head back, following Newt’s eye line. “You know, my first night here, I hadn’t built a place to sleep. I just lay on the ground like this, looking up at the stars.”

Newt shifts, moving one hand to point upwards. "I recognise most of the constellations," he tells you.

"Really?"

"Yep. That's Orion, right there. And over there is Gemini. And that star is Sirius, in Canis Major."

You search your mind for a hint of a memory, trying to call up knowledge you might have had before being put here.

"It's all bullshit," says Newt.

You turn to him in surprise.

"The stars," he says, still staring upwards. "None of them should be arranged like that, the constellations wouldn't be that close, or even in the same area, if this was real."

"Oh," you say, voice soft.

Newt lets out a flat laugh. “I don’t know why they let me keep this knowledge, when they’ve taken everything else away.”

He sits up, eyes flicking down to you. “…sorry.”

You shake your head, sitting up and turning to face him. “It’s okay. I’d rather you say this stuff than keep it bottled up.”

“Right,” says Newt. “I guess we should… get back to the hut.”

Neither of you move to get up.

“Newt,” you say. You face forward, resting your arms loosely around your knees.

”Yeah?”

“Please stay with us,” you say, voice quiet. You turn to him, letting go of your legs to gently take his hands. “We need you, I- we- okay, let me just-” You take a deep breath. “Listen, we’re gonna get out of here some day. And I want to sit with you under real skies, with real stars, so you can tell me each and every constellation you see. Cause I know your nerdy ass studied all of them in another life, and I don’t know, when we run out, we can just... make up new ones? I think that’s something I want to do with you.”

“Yeah, okay- yes. Okay.” Newt’s eyes are wet, and he squeezes your hands right back.

“And talk to us,” you continue. “When you’re struggling, or hurting, or… anything. Just talk to us, Newt. Please. We need you, and we care about you, so much.”

“I’ll try, I’m trying.”

“That’s all I’m asking,” you say.

“God, okay,” you start, after staying there under the stars for a while. “Look at us. Let’s get back in the hut, c’mon.”

You help him up, handing him his crutches.

“So, we’re trying,” you say, looking Newt in the eye.

“Yes, we’re trying.”

You get the smallest of smiles from him, and count it as the biggest win.

4. Gally

"First he breaks all our rules, then he tries to convince us to abandon them entirely? These rules have held us together for years, why are we questioning them now?"

You frown slightly, taking in Gally's words from your seat at the back of Council Hall.

"If Alby was here, he'd agree with me, and you know it."

You watch pain flicker across Newt's face for a second, before he speaks. "Let's take a break. I want Minho, Gally, and Y/n in here, the rest of you just give us ten minutes."

As the others clear out, you join the three in the centre of the room.

"Newt, this really isn't complicated. That shank broke our rules, and he needs to be punished," says Gally.

Newt sighs, and you notice how tired he looks. He needs Alby. "You're not wrong, Gally, but..."

"Y/n, what are you thinking?" asks Minho, jerking his chin at you as Newt trails off.

You raise your eyebrows. "You know I have no say in this, Min. I'm not a Keeper, or any kind of leader. I'm pretty much just here to watch the meetings."

"Seriously, Y/n?"

"Fine," says Newt. "Then suppose we're asking you as friends asking a friend, not as a council leaders or Keepers."

"I don't-"

"Just speak, Y/n," says Gally exasperatedly.

"I- alright, the idea that Newt's having right now, mine's the same."

"Well, we'd love to hear it from your mouth," says Minho drily.

"Yeah Y/n, what am I thinking?" Newt crosses his arms, lifting a brow.

You sigh. "Punish Thomas for breaking the rules, but make him a Runner."

"You can't be serious," says Gally immediately.

Newt shrugs. "They're right, that's what I was thinking."

"I'm down to train him," says Minho. "I think he'd make a good Runner."

"Good. Call the Council back in then, we'll make the announcement."

"You're making a mistake," says Gally angrily. "Tell the others without me." He storms out as the rest of the Keepers file in.

"Gally-"

"Nah, Fry."

"I got him," you say, nodding at Frypan.

"You're alright," you whisper as you brush past a stressed-looking Thomas. You squeeze his shoulder reassuringly, and he gives you a small smile of gratitude.

You shut the door behind you, chasing Gally down as he storms into his hut.

"Gally wait-"

"I don't want to hear it, Y/n."

He slams his door shut, closing you out. You sigh, and let yourself in.

"Get out of my hut, Y/n."

"Stop, Gally," you say sharply. "Just listen."

Miraculously, he stays quiet, leaning back on the wall and crossing his arms.

"I... I know you're scared, Gally."

"What-"

"Oh my god, just hear me out," you huff, rolling your eyes. "Okay, so yes, we just got attacked by Grievers, right here in the Glade. And yeah, it's probably linked to Thomas. And- yes, making him a Runner and letting him pretty much just fuck around and find out could put us in danger. ...But he's also the closest we've ever been to understanding the Maze and this whole place. I think he's the key to getting us out of here."

You sit down on Gally's bed, gesturing for him to sit down beside you. He lets out a huff, but reluctantly takes a seat.

You look him in the eye. "Gally I've been here for three years, and it's great. We've built a structure, a life, a goddamn society. But I really, really want to see the outside world."

Gally scrubs a hand over his face, dropping his gaze. "Yeah, I know, Y/n. I'm just- I'm trying to keep everyone safe. Newt and Minho are blinded by this hope, they're believing too much in one guy who's been here for literal days."

"I know, I know. But we need to take that risk, if we want to get out of here, alright?"

Gally sighs, then nods. "Yeah, fine."

"I'm gonna help Thomas, and Newt and Minho in whatever plans they make."

You hold out your fist. "Promise me you'll follow the plans we make, and stick with us. Don't... you know, make your own group and stay here and get killed, or whatever you were planning to do."

Gally rolls his eyes at you, and reluctantly brings his fist up to knock against yours, following through with the handshake the two of you used to do after building something, back when you used to help out with the other jobs. "Yeah, yeah, we get it Y/n. You've been here the whole time, you know us sooo well, you can read our minds."

You grin widely. "Damn right I can."

5. Thomas (everyone loves Y/n)

"Do you think this'll work?" asks Thomas, chewing on his lip worriedly.

"Of course it will," you say. "Have a little faith in your plan, Thomas. You don't need approval from me."

Thomas huffs out a laugh. "Thanks. It's nice to hear you're confident, though."

You raise your eyebrows, smiling a little confusedly. "I mean, I'm glad my support motivates you."

Thomas squints his eyes at you. "Y/n, you know you're like... super respected, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, everyone looks up to you. You don't notice the way people turn to you in tense situations and stuff? You're kinda like an understated leader, I guess."

"Ah, right." You smile at him. "It's cause I was the first person here, which I do get credit for, I don't know why. Totally underserved, Alby's the one who built this place."

"Bullshit." You turn in surprise as Minho walks in, Newt following behind him.

"What?"

"Undeserved credit, my ass," says Minho, crossing his arms. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be a Runner."

"Yeah," says Newt, coming over to your side. He props an elbow on your shoulder, grinning at the frown you send him. "And you know what," he says quietly. "If it wasn't for you, I might not even be here."

You smack his arm. "Don't even say-"

"Gally, tell Y/n we love them," interrupts Minho.

"Huh?" Gally lifts a brow, before nodding. "Yeah, everyone loves you, man. Don't take it personally. If it wasn't for you, I probably wouldn't even be on board with this plan right now."

"Ugh-" you pinch the bridge of your nose.

Thomas leans in. "Told you so."

"God, let's just do the plan. Let's go, everybody out," you say hurriedly, shoving Newt out, ignoring Minho's snickers.

You stand between Minho and Gally as Thomas and Newt explain the plan to the Gladers, feeling yourself surrounded by friends; family.

Time to get out of here.

The end chapter is cheesy but I love it thank you for reading <3333

#the maze runner #platonic gladers x reader #alby x reader #minho x reader #newt x reader #gally x reader #thomas x reader #my writing

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drconstellation · 1 year ago

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The Newton/Crowley Mirror-Parallel in S1

Future Echoes from the Past #2

Let me take a moment to try and explain the process of how I approach meta writing. I’m not new to this. I might be new to this fandom, but I’ve been writing metas for twenty years in other fandoms. I’m an old hand at this, and I learnt how to do it with some pretty critical masters of the game. I’ve been wrestling with this meta for several days, which never a good sign. I thought I was on the right track here but got to a point where I was trying to make my biased square blocks fit into the round holes I was expecting to see, and they weren’t, and thought, nope, it’s time to back off and see what is there instead. When things don’t fall and click into place, when you can’t see the next connection easily, when it becomes too convoluted - and actually, I think some of the story is missing in the crucial places - that's a dead end for the time being, so the meta I was expecting (and hoping) to see didn’t emerge. But there is still something there to be revealed, and it was from a bit that I didn't think had much importance.

A few days ago I posted a meta about how the paintball fight at Tadfield Manor was a loose re-creation of the Great War in Heaven that lead to the formation of Heaven and Hell. It was more a description of events and the two sides, and I didn’t assign any of the S1 characters to the celestial characters that we would have expected to be involved with the rebellion. For example, the manager Nigel strikes me as standing in for Gabriel, and jaded old Norman, who is on the verge of retirement, and who organized the “team building exercise” is most likely to be Lucifer - he is the leader of the Yellow team, who are quite unhappy and full of complaints about the others in the office. But other than those two, the other bit players amongst our regular cast were missing, or unclear. And this was a problem, a BIG problem, because while there hints to who was Crowley, the match to Aziraphale was nowhere to be seen, and he should be there. So, let’s leave that for the time being, and move on.

In the middle of all this is Newton Pulsifer. He oddly arrives in the office, destroys the electrical system, then leaves before the war begins. And there is an even odder follow-up exchange in the car park of the office as he departs. I had to ask why - why add this in?

[It should be noted, at this point in the discussion, that while the paintball fight was written in the original book, the office scene that is the prelude to the fight, and the scenes with Newt that I’m about to discuss, weren’t. They are from the tv series only.]

I have been building up a library of notes and screenshots to help me with my metas, and Newt and Anathema have been on my radar. I came across this screen shot of Newt lying on Anathema’s bed after his accident in Tadfield and went “Huh, he looks very Crowley-coded there with this black/grey clothes and yellow and red socks. That’s not the line I of thought I had been following..”

I kept going and then @ennas-aesthetic posted this meta about Jesus in S3 and mentioned that Anathema was an Aziraphale parallel, so that would make Newt a corresponding Crowley parallel – which would explain the screen shot mentioned. Then the final pieces for this meta were these two posts, one from @mouseonamoose about their thoughts on angel!Crowley and one from @cornchrunchie on part of the exchange between Aziraphale and angel!Crowley in Before the Beginning, at the start of S2E1. I’d already had a thought about another set of lines in this part that formed a parallel to Newt, but getting a second set of lines to tie it in to this S1E2 segment was a bonus, I must say.

So where am I going with all this rambling? Right. Let’s get down to business.

Hopefully by now I’ve established that one of Newt’s roles in the office scene that sets up the rebellion is to be not just a parallel to Crowley, but a mirror – he’s kind of the opposite, in a way. It’s like they are on opposite sides of the looking glass.

At the beginning of S2E1 we are shown angel!Crowley, the Starmaker – the Engineer. And what is Newt supposed to be? A computer engineer. Only, angel!Crowley engineers light, while Newt engineers darkness. Everywhere Newt goes, he turns out the lights. Which is why when he runs into Shadwell shortly after and is given the newspaper advert that declares “ASSISTANT REQUIRED TO COMBAT THE FORCES OF DARKNESS” if he joins the Witchfinder Army that I was cackling at the irony of this. Perhaps we’d better not get sidetracked with that though.

There’s a critical point here that I’d like to highlight that I noticed, and how I made the link, because it may have implications in the future, maybe in S3. In Before the Beginning, Crowley sets everything up to get the nebula started, then there is a slight pause.

Az: …is something meant to happen? Cr: Oh, right, sorry, yes yes. Knew I'd missed one. Let there be light.

It struck me that Newt’s efforts in making anything with electricity, the modern source of light, don’t work because he doesn’t check that he’s got everything right. He blacks out his neighborhood as a child without checking the circuits, he shuts down the entire office without checking his work.

Why would you need both light and dark? You can't really have one without the other. It's the yin and yang. Its balance. To see the light you need darkness. And to see shadows you need light.

So we get a short scene of Newt heading off to office, with his Almighty mother handing out some lunch rations, and wishing him luck. Hmm. He’s holding a box that contains, amongst various things, a pot plant (a bromeliad) with a deep red flower, for all love. Ngggkgk.

At the office, Newt is given the cold shoulder by the senior co-worker opposite him (I call her “Pearls,” because I don’t have the S1 script book and I’m not sure what she’s called.) She asks his name, but never offers hers. Sounds familiar, where have we seen that before…?

Az: Um, hello. I'm Aziraphale. Cr: Nice meeting you. Okay, here goes!

@mouseonamoose mentions that angel!Crowley wouldn't feel the need to mention his name if he was a high ranking angel here, he would expect other angels to know who he was. [op adds another item to their list of pointers to angel!Crowley being a senior Archangel...it's up to 18, btw. Yes, I know its only fanon at the moment...] Just like the Supreme Archangel "fucking" Gabriel hasn't got time for a bit of social chit-chat before Aziraphale!Crowley is supposed to be executed in the hellfire in S1E6. Just get on it with it, pleb! We've got better things to do with our time!

Outside, we see Newt has been given his marching orders. He's leaving already. A sharply dressed woman in a masculine-cut suit approaches quickly. I don't know about you, but she looks like a demon to me. Black suit, red hair, pink (which is a tint of red) shirt - she's a copy of Crowley. This is another Crowley-copy about to give some internal criticism to a Crowley-mirror.

"Need a hand, Dick?"

Then she power-walks past. Newt is not even worth her time stopping for.

*Snort* - and ouch. That's a below-the belt joke.

She's just called him a wanker. In the US you might use the term jerk instead. Someone who's a bit egotistical and more in it for themselves than others. (and I never thought I'd be fact-checking the meaning of this word ever, but there's always a first time...) She's basically just equated him Gabriel, in my book (and in more ways than one.)

That doesn't sound like the Crowley we know, does it? Maybe, maybe not - but it does reveal to us a world of information about what the other demons think about Crowley, and more importantly perhaps it gives a hint of what he was like pre-Fall and why he was cast out as a sacrifice for the team, a scapegoat and example for the losing faction, in addition to the asking of questions reason.

It's quite notable that Crowley doesn't have any other demon friends or allies, even after 6000 years. Plus, he seems to have gotten special treatment during that time. Furfur complains about this in the dressing room in 1941, remarking :

"No, what's ridiculous is demons like you doing what they please. And somehow still getting on, while demons like me graft for hundreds and hundreds of millennia and never get a sniff of a promotion! Well, not this time. Expect a Legion to come for you first thing tomorrow. Enjoy your last night on Earth."

Hastur calls him "Mr Slick," and thinks he's been up on the surface of the Earth too long. And you kind of get the idea that Lord Beelzebub is holding back their hand somewhat in their conversation in S2E1 when they summon Crowley down to Hell for a little chat about the missing Gabriel.

CROWLEY: [waving flies away] Augh. Oh, I thought we had a [spits out flies] generalized understanding. BEELZEBUB: We don't. You're still a traitor. I could put a price on your head any time I wanted to.

But they haven't put a price on Crowley's head. And they don't intend to. Crowley is still being given the special treatment. Also in that particular conversation is a hint that he was once on a similar footing to Beelzebub, and Beelzebub was also a high ranking angel before the Fall - they aren't Grand Duke of Hell and Satan's right-hand demon for no reason.

Its ever-so subtle, but its there. Those traces of privilege we were pointing out that Gabriel and Beelzebub flaunt when they abscond? Once upon a time Crowley had them too. But the passing millennia has slowly worn them away until we can barely see the traces of it. Although, it still shows up occasionally.

We should finish off the scene back in S1E2 with Newt, though, because he does show us s little bit more of our mirror-Crowley in the car park scene. As the demon-lady walks past him he calls after her:

"My name's not actually Dick, it’s the car's name. You can ask me why if you like."

Aww. Poor Newt. While Crowley was stopped from asking questions, and cast from Heaven because he wanted to ask questions, his mirror-character Newt is offering to answer questions for other people. It's just that they aren't interested in doing that either. Either way, the conversation stops, doesn't it.

To finish off, I'm going to leave you with this. I know, its about Newt not being a computer engineer, but since we've been discussing how Newt is a mirror-parallel to Crowley, perhaps it's something we need to tuck away in the back of our minds for S3 as well, when the past comes back to haunt us.

Further reading in this series:

#1: The Great War of Tadfield Manor

#3: "Not Even At Gunpoint!"

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #good omens analysis #crowley #newton #gabriel #lucifer #the great war #tadfield manor #he is not what he says he is #he's a demon he lies #pre fall crowley

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zer0brainc3lls · 3 months ago

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Pineapple Chapstick

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summary: usually Friday is Newt and Thomas's day off but Thomas's grouchy boss Janson called him into work so Newt spends the cold day alone, with the exception of their cat bubbles. and newt has also lost his favorite chapstick.

TWS: none! super fluffy <3 (not re read, we die like Newt)

word count: 1.1k

Friday is Newt and Thomas’s day off, but today Thomas’s grouchy boss Janson called him in to work so Newt woke up to a cold empty bed and a house lacking the scent of breakfast. He sighs sadly and rolls over, slams his hand down on the bedside and moves his hand across the wood to eventually find his phone. He sits up and switches on his phone.

9:36am

No Notifications

He pockets his phone before swinging his legs out of the bed, pulling the corner of the blanket away as he does so as to not get caught between the blanket. He claws around in his wardrobe grumbling to himself about Janson, quickly changing and popping his old clothes in the dirty laundry basket and walks over to the kitchen to make himself a small breakfast of jam on toast.

The day is agonizingly slow for a Friday, usually Fridays are for movie watching and silently getting work done on the couch and that is exactly what Newt does except Thomas’s absence makes the day seem duller. Newt absolutely hates Thomas’s boss, constantly berating him and yelling at him for almost no reason at all and he always comes home looking ready to collapse. Newt opens the drawer with the cutlery violently until he hears a soft purr and feels warm fur rub against his leg. Newt looks down to see a white ragdoll kitten with black ears, muzzle along with black legs and tail that slowly fade into gray and eventually white. Big blue eyes look up at Newt as bubbles (Thomas insisted on the name) meows loudly.

“Hey bubba!” Newt exclaims in a high pitched voice, crouching down to scratch the kittens head. Bubbles continues to meow impatiently. “Yes yes I know!” Newt babies as he goes to the cabinet to fetch Bubbles her food, Newt would never be caught dead using the tone he is using at the moment. One time Newt thought he was home alone so he used his usual baby talk with bubbles not noticing Thomas in their doorway RECORDING. (he still has not lived that down. Luckily only Thomas knows about that one) Newt quickly feeds bubbles and finishes making his own food.

Newt spends a few hours lounging around and getting some work done on his laptop, just answering emails and such. (it took so long admittedly because he was going down a youtube rabbit hole) eventually he goes to leave the house to run some errands, he throws on his coat before leaving. The cold in the air makes his lips more chapped than normal so as he walks down the street he reaches into his pocket for his pineapple chapstick to find his pocket empty. Must've left it in his dresser drawer.

An hour or two later he throws his front door open to find his apartment to be no warmer than the outside. Unfortunately Newt and Thomas rent and cannot afford to buy heaters so he jumps onto the couch and covers himself in the blanket they have draped across the couch, bubbles practically waddling over and paws at the couch, much too short to jump up. Newt picks her up and places her in his lap, cooing and petting her.

Newt turns on the TV and plays Brooklyn 99, attempting to snuggle into the blankets on the couch and rubbing his hands together. After 4 episodes of his favorite show Newts lips can no longer be kept at bay with just licking, where the hell did he put his chapstick?! Newt searches his dresser drawer, then Thomas's, then in between the couch, under the couch to no avail. “Did you take my chapstick bubbles?” He questions the cat sarcastically, hands on his hips and uses her proper name instead of calling her bubba, as if she's in trouble. Bubbles is sitting on the couch looking up at Newt quizzically, she tilts her head and meows as if replying back. Newt pretend gasps and says, “So you did take my chapstick! Well where did you put it?!” He walks off to the kitchen as he says the last sentence to look for his chapstick, talking more to himself instead of the innocent cat bubbles.

many , many episodes of brooklyn 99 and much increased chapped lips later it is now 5:42pm and newt listens to the sounds of heavy footsteps walking through the apartment building, he hears keys clashing against each other before dropping to the floor and a familiar voice in behind the front door going

“oh for fuck sake!” before picking up his keys and opening the door.

“Honey, I'm home!” Thomas announces in a sing-song voice as if in a 90s sitcom. He says that every single time he comes home, despite this the overused joke manages to get Newt to chuckle before swinging his legs off the couch to greet Thomas. He quickly walks over eager to embrace the shorter man.

“Hey tommy!” Newt says in a chirpy tone, he slows to a stop in front of the brunette before lifting his chin with the side of his index finger and kissing him softly. Thomas’s hums against his lips, Newt can feel his lips curve into a smile. Newt pulls away, a strange stickiness now on his lips. He goes to lick it off, as he does his eyes widen in shock.

“Thomas.” he questions, eyebrows raised. Thomas’s eyes widen in shock as if he's a child who got caught taking the last biscuit from the biscuit tin.

“Did you, or did you not, steal my chapstick!” Newt accuses him, the taste of pineapple still on his tongue. Newt takes a step back and gestures with his arms wide to the whole apartment, “I searched all day for that!” he groans, trying to sound harsh but instead only sounding mildly annoyed.

Thomas laughs saying with a grin “you want it back?” he takes a step towards Newt, closing the distance once more.

“Yes I would actually-” Newt is promptly silenced as Thomas cups his face, making him tilt his head down slightly before kissing him deeply. Chapstick entirely forgotten Newt closes his eyes and wraps his arms around the shorter’s waist, pressing Thomas's body against his own. Thomas’s hand moves from Newt's face up into his hair, Newt hums happily at the change and bites Thomas's bottom lip, gesturing for him to open his mouth. Usually, Thomas obliges with hesitation but today he takes one of Newt's hands around his waist, places the chapstick in Newt's hands and pulls away.

“There you go babe!” he says happily, kissing the corner of Newt's now agape, shocked mouth. Thomas’s walks away to the couch clearly fighting back a laugh, Newt stands there in shock for a moment before turning around, exclaiming “you're such a bloody tease, y’know that!!” Thomas finally breaks out into laughter, flopping down onto the couch.

Authors note!!: hehehehehe i came up with this idea yesterday when putting on pineapple chapstick, hence the name!! this is so stupid and random but i dont care lol and also I BET ON LOSING DOGS CHAPTER 4 IS ALMOST DONE!!! *silently cheers for myself because i have been struggling with it*

#bubbles the cat #bubbles is a fan made character me and a few mutuals came up with #JOIN US!! JOIN THE BUBBLES CULT!!#the maze runner #tmr #maze runner #newtmas #tmr newt #tmr thomas #tmr fandom #tmr bubbles

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doublydaring · 3 months ago

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Ron what are your top 10 favorites movies ever made

This is not a definitive list I love too many movies too much but here is a sampling:

1. Head - self explantory

2. Bull Durham - the greatest baseball movie ever made. even if you don't know anything about baseball you will love this movie. it will lovingly teach you all you need to know which is that baseball is sex and sex is baseball. Susan Surandon and Kevin Kostner mildly kinky sex with heavy saxophone. Wear garters to pitch better. The beauty of the minor leagues.

3. Benny and Joon - this movie is just... delightful. It knows exactly when to take itself seriously and when to be whimsical. Being something of a Joon myself I formed an emotional connection to these characters at a young age when I originally saw this story as a wonderful musical premiere that unfortunately never went anywhere. I still mourn those songs. Benny Joon and Sam are adorable and the conflict makes sense and I like everybody in this movie. Ugh. So perfect and sweet.

4. Maurice - E. M. FORSTER. I will always be a room with a view girly but this movie is better sorry. The movie that annoying gay people asking for happy ending would like if they understood the concept of class conflict. So good so wonderful. Alec Scudder you will always be famous.

5. My Cousin Vinny - Italian Americans, Jews, the south, what could go wrong? One of the funniest movies of all time and one of the sexiest movies of all time. Marisa Tomei perhaps I am not a homosexual. Ralph Macchio. Fucking stunning. A film that doesn't need to be as gorgeous as it is but serves and slays at every turn. Thee courtroom comedy.

6. Army of Darkness - I can't watch scary movies luckily this movie isn't scary. I love hot men doing dumb shit, I love king arthur, I love Sam Raimi, I love boiiiiiinnnngggg sound effect. This movie is EPIC. Smart stupid fun.

7. Parting Glances - Steve Buscemi gay AIDS comedy 1986. No one has seen this movie because I don't think it got a wide theatrical release its one of those movies I am lucky to know about because my parents went and saw every independent movie released from 1984-2002 at our local art theater (RIP). This movie is sweet and thoughtful and hysterical. One of my moms favorites one of my favorites. Dump him, fall in love with your best friend.

8. Arsenic and Old Lace - I have to have at least one extremely old thing on here (honorable mention to bringing up baby). This movie is fucking hilllarrrious. Jonathon Brewster and Dr. Herman Einstein are the greatest homoerotic villain duo of all time. Carey Grant for God's sake!!!! A horribly dark comedy about the two sweetest old ladies you ever did meet.

9. The Lost World: Jurassic Park - what if Jurrassic Park starred Dr. Ian Malcolm. Are you stupid? Jurassic Park is a perfect film but this one is My Favorite. The power of gymnastics can ward off a dinosaur.

10. Pacific Rim - the characters in this movie blow all its peers out of the water. Raleigh Becket? Mako Mori???? Stacker Pentecost? Newt Geizler? Helllooooo. Dr. Herman. Gottlieb. What if an action movie was good? I can't believe no one had thought of that until now? Not a kaiju guy sorry. Not a Jaeger guy. Just a freaky little characters guy and boy does this move have them.

Soooo many more: Moonstruck, Raising Arizona, Pride and Prejudice, Lancelot of the Lake, The Sting, Slap Shot, Barefoot in the Park, Excalibur, Re-Animator 1&2, Evil Dead 2, Bill and Ted, To Wong Foo, Repo Man, I could go on forever.... I love the movies.....

#askbox #kait 💃

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cakebread7 · 7 months ago

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I re watched coco a little bit ago and felt the urge to write an au about it don’t know why it’s so long but yeah It’s also totally unfinished so :)

Have fun!

Coco but good omens (not all of the relationships in the movie are the same here more found family vibes than anything spelling will get worse as the post goes on):

Mamá Imelda is Crowley and they keep out anything that has to do with the sides (mainly heaven and Aziraphale) he left earth awhile ago but he keeps an eye on everyone he also is more friends with death and can see old humans that have passed. He keeps them away from heaven in fear of losing them and from having to face what heaven is actually like. He doesn’t realize that didn’t Aziraphale left on purpose and that he loved him back

Héctor is Aziraphale that tried to make a difference in heaven but is now stuck and if people forget him then he will be full erased from the book of life (any high powers in heaven or in hell are exempt from this) he wrote fiction books instead of music and remember me is a poem uhhhhhhh he is the same Aziraphale otherwise

Mamá Coco is Muriel who after being on earth has finally settled in but because of Crowley they can are one of the only ones besides Crowley (who we established doesn’t count) they look a bit older than Crowley and Aziraphale did. Muriel decided to age naturally so she’s just ancient and not going to die-die. She’s still active but only remembers bits and pieces of Aziraphale

Papá Julio is Warlock who in his adult years found Crowley and was on good terms when Crowley left and Crowley now watches over him and helps him in death honestly just wanted to add this guy in because I love warlock

Abuela Elena is pepper who was asked by warlock to watch over Muriel because they are very old and to make sure everyone else is ok. She is very strict on Crowleys rules because she feels scorned from another adult,an angel no less, lying to this sweet old person

Victoria is Anathema who always kept an eye out for Crowley and Adam and is chilling with Crowley she also kept Adam an Crowley I contact

Felipe and Oscar are newt (don’t mind it’s two people). who stayed with anathema and is just along for the ride. He’s still very jumpy.

Tía Rosita is madam Tracy who accidentally contacted Crowley and they became close . She ended up dead but was super nice when she met up with Crowley

Enrique is Adam who has tag teamed with pepper to keep Muriel well he also falls in line with pepper I mean she’s scary he also has dog still sorta like a Dante

Delacruz is metronome man obviously. He keeps Aziraphale from going home and seeing Muriel again and makes sure nobody knows him. His first step was erasing Aziraphales name from his books

I don’t know who Miguel would be so if you have any suggestions shoot all I know is that they would want to write fiction and meet metronome man. I don’t quite know what the relationship between Muriel and them should be soooooo.

#aaaaaa #good omens #good omens au #coco #writing #idk what im doing #but I loved this idea so here it is #it’s y’all’s problem now

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the-jade-cross · 2 years ago

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Come Back Home - Chapter 7 - Final

The first thing that entered everyone's mind was, 'what will Fawn think of this illusion?'

But when they all looked at where Fawn had last stood, she was gone. The girl sprinted across to Newt and flung her arms around him, Newt meeting her halfway and grasping her close in a tight hug.

"Im here." he whispered into her hair. "I'm here now."

"I missed you so much," Fawn sniffled, hastily wiping the tears from her eyes as she let Newt's ribs relax from the squeeze she gave them.

She saw that Minho, Frypan, Gally and Thomas had approached and were eyeing Newt skeptically, not sure if he was a ghost or not. Minho who had handed the twins off to Grace and Brenda, touched Newt on the arm as if checking to see if he was real and they could see the color drain from his face, only to return as tears appeared in his eyes. He didnt have to say anything as Newt pulled him into a hug.

"How is this possible?" Gally whispered, "You were dead! Okay now that I think about it you guys also thought I was dead.... but you were dead in the bottom of a destroyed city!"

"Death is only as real as you make it out to be," Fawn said, smiling at Newt.

Minho glanced from Newt to Fawn then back before he screeched. "Bloody hell! You fucking knew about this Fawn!?"

"MINHO!" Grace and Brenda scolded from afar, covering the twins' ears.

Fawn just smiled at Newt and that was when Gally had enough, throwing his arms up in the air. "Okay you know what? We aren't doing anything. ANYTHING until you two explain yourselves. Grace, you and Brenda watch the twins. We will be in the meeting house."

"WE should probably bring caliber and my buddy along." Newt said, pointing towards the stranger who had arrived with him who had sunny blond hair and a mask over his face.

Gally seemed wary of the tall stranger but sighed and nodded after a moment, leading the group to the Meeting House. Once everyone was sat around the table, or rather Minho, Thomas and Gally were sat and the others were standing like kids being sent to the principal's office. Frypan, Caliber and the stranger were standing off to the side like spectators.

Gally sighed as he looked between Fawn and Newt, "I get the feeling that there is more to this than I think but to start off, how are you not dead!?"

Newt turned to Caliber who handed him a bag which Newt placed on the table between him and the others. He reached in and withdrew something that made everyone gape.... it was Thomas's knife that had stabbed Newt to death in the Lost City.

"It wasnt by chance that you stabbed me with the knife that Caliber gave you." Newt explained. "That was on purpose."

Thomas's brow creased in confusion. "Explanation?"

"The legend that Fawn would always talk about, how our ancestors used a special plant to make their weapons and how the Assassins had carried on the tradition," Newt explained. "She never specified but the specific plant used in the making of the weapons is called Sol Defensor. English translation is Sun Defender.... or as Fawn always called it: Bubbles."

"You've got to be shitting me," Gally groaned. "So you're saying, the plant that is used in the Sting cure is also used in the creation of these weapons?"

Newt nodded. "That's why Caliber gave Thomas the knife. And it is also why when Thomas and I were struggling, I purposely grabbed his knife so that when I got stabbed, it would be by the Ancient weapon."

"So the knife works as like a cure injection?" Minho asked. "That's how you survived the flare?"

"Precisely," was Newt's response. "The knife did do a number on me but it was not deep enough to kill me. Not when I got help immediately. One other thing about Sol Defensor is that one of it's healing properties is sped up healing."

Frypan held up his hands, coming to join the conversation. "Hold up.... you said that it was the reason Caliber gave Thomas the knife.... but at the time no one knew that you had the flare, and how could you be sure that Thomas would be around you when you went crank crazy?"

There was no response, silence filling the meeting room and soon all eyes gradually turned to Fawn. "Im guessing this is where you came in?" Gally asked.

Fawn nodded. "Let's just say this will make a whole lot more sense if we start from the beginning."

Frypan leapt forward and pulled out several seats, essentially telling the others to sit which they did.

"So, the beginning?" Gally asked, arms crossed. "Where will that take us?"

"Back to when we were in the Glade," Fawn replied, instantly making the boys freeze, obviously having not expected it to go that far back.

"Fawn's unconscious!" Minho cried. "She got stung!"

Newt and Thomas didnt waste time in rushing to help the boy pick the girl up and support her between them. They quickly rushed through the door and didnt even bother to look at their surroundings as they lowered her to the ground.

"Where the hell are we?" Chuck whispered as he looked around at what appears to be a lab of some sort full of computers and screens.

"Not now Chuck!" Newt interrupted. "Fawn's seizing!"

The kids all crowded around the girl as she began to violently shake in her unconscious state. What they didnt see as they were busy worrying over Fawn was that Drake inched towards one laptop in particular, a small red light emitting from the screen as it scanned the dog and then it disappeared, just as Fawn began to slowly open her eyes.

"I have so many questions," Minho said, rubbing his temples. "First off, when you passed out from being stung.... was that fake?"

"Partially?" Fawn said, shrugging. "I did get stung which was kind of intentional because I knew that the sting of the Griever would reverse the blinding effects. I did faint because let's face it, that hurts like hell! But I actually woke up right before you guys laid me down but I kept faking my unconsciousness.... and the seizing was on purpose."

"So that is why Drake's collar is different," Gally muttered mostly to himself. "What exactly did the scanner do though?"

"It transmitted a message," Fawn explained. "His collar was specifically designed to relay messages between him and the mole that had been planted in Wicked."

She jabbed her thumb in the direction of the tall blond stranger. "He had found out that Teresa was going to be sent to the Maze so he sent Drake in first. When we reached the lab and he was able to upload a message to Drake's transmitter, that was the point when I found out that Teresa had never been memory wiped and was a spy."

Thomas's jaw dropped open slightly more than it had been. "You knew the whole time and you didnt tell anyone?"

"EEER!" Fawn replied, making a loud noise to cut him off. "Correction, I did tell Newt right away but I knew that if I told too many more people then it might accidentally leak to either Teresa or to Thomas and I'm sorry Thomas but I never trusted you to keep a secret from Teresa."

Thomas slumped in his seat but didnt argue, knowing that the girl had a point.

"Okay so how are we going to stop her from killing us?" Newt whispered as he and Fawn had taken a walk in the middle of the night so that they had privacy from the others who were sound asleep several feet away in the dark dunes of the desert.

"I have that taken care of," Fawn whispered. "I have friends who are watching Wicked's every move and they will inform us if Teresa contacts them. But there's something I need to tell you. I know what the cure is."

Newt's eyes widened, "The cure for the Flare!? How?"

"Long story short, I knew I was going to get my memory wiped so I memorized the formula in a way that I wouldn't forget it and I planted the formula in the maze. But the thing is we cannot make the cure without Wicked. We dont have the resources or the supplies to make it."

"Okay so what's the plan?" Newt whispered.

"We need to infiltrate Wicked. Once we get everyone to a safe place where Wicked cannot get to us, you know well enough that we're going to mount an attack on Wicked."

"That's to be expected." Newt agreed. "So do we infiltrate Wicked before or after?"

"After," Fawn whispered. "I have always found that faking your death is the best way to throw people off. When I infiltrated Wicked before I went under the guise of someone named Jade Cross, someone I made up. When it was time for me to enter the maze as Fawn, I staged Jade Cross's death."

A smile crept onto Newt's face. "So you're telling me you have an alternate identity that you can use to get into Wicked?"

Fawn nodded, "But because of Jade Cross's death, I cannot use that identity unless it is temporary because Wicked will immediately know something is up if a dead person enters Wicked."

"So what are we going to do?"

"We're going to fake your death," Fawn whispered.

"Just to make one thing straight...." Gally interrupted. "At what point did Newt contract the flare?"

"We suspect that I got it when we were attacked by Cranks in the mall but I didnt start to show signs until we had been rescued by the Snipers." Newt explained. "The original plan was for one of the Snipers to disguise himself as someone from Wicked once we attacked the Lost City, and shoot me with a blank to stimulate my fake death. When I contracted the flare, we thought of a better way to stage my death."

"By having Caliber cleverly give me the cure and Newt purposely stab himself in a crank rage," Thomas added, starting to figure out the plan.

"Precisely." Fawn responded. "The plan to fake Newt's death was to give him an easy in into the Wicked facility, disguising himself as a Wicked surgeon. That way he could easily have access to all the information I had stored at Wicked and he could send out all those orders for the materials."

"So Newt and your mole here," Gally said, nodding at the stranger. "have been working together for 18 months to create the cure and depleting Wicked's supplies?"

Fawn nodded. "everything was going according to plan but we weren't expecting Wicked to arrive as fast as they did when Teresa showed her true colors.... which was why the Snipers didnt arrive in time to stop them from taking Minho. So I sent a message to my friend in Wicked to ensure that Minho wasn't harmed."

"I was wondering why your eyes were familiar!" Minho gasped. "You were the guy in the doctor's mask that would always appear out of nowhere and say that you would "take over" the interrogation but you always just sent me back to my room rather than hurting me. I was always praying that you would turn up because you always showed up right before they started hurting me."

The eyes of the stranger crinkled, smiling behind his mask.

Minho grinned before looking at Fawn. "I do have a question. When we were escaping Wicked.... and we were stuck behind that one door and the key card wouldn't work.... was it you who got it to work when we weren't looking?"

Fawn smiled. "Actually it wasnt me." She said looking at the stranger. "It was him."

"It's not getting worse," Newt whispered to Fawn as the two dressed and prepared for their infiltration of Wicked. "They won't believe it if I dont crank out on them. You feeding me those berries every day has kept the spread at bay but I need my crank out to be believable."

Fawn nodded. "I suspected that would happen. Here, I had Mace work up this inducer. It will induce the side effects of the flare, the drooling, the bulging veins and so forth but it will prevent the cure from reaching your brain. That way you can stay sane and know what you're doing."

"Perfect!" Newt sighed, placing the small vial in his pocket. "But we dont have activator. When Thomas 'stabs' me with the knife, I will get the cure but I need the activator."

"That is why I convinced Gally to let me go with him to break into the vaults. Not only will Jade Cross's access give us an easy in if Teresa get suspicious but I'm going to break into one of the vaults where Jade Cross happened to store her supply of activator what she made during her life."

"So that's why you were so adamant about coming with me," Gally said, "You used Jade Cross's one time access to open the vault and retrieve some of the activator. But we never saw Newt take it."

"I applied it to him," Fawn explained. "The activator only has to touch your skin right? So I applied some to my mouth and that was why I kissed his cheek before he and Thomas bolted."

"OOOOOOOH," Thomas gasped. "That makes sense cuz you two were never big on PDA."

"Is there anything else that we need to know?" Gally asked.

"This is not good," Newt whispered. "I know Minho is being protected in Wicked as we speak but we weren't counting on Gally being alive! Now everyone knows that Wicked has a supply of the cure! If they get their hands on the cure and somehow inject it into me before I can "die" our plan is fried."

"We're going to have to work around it," Fawn replied. "The vaults are thick so there is a slim chance Gally will be able to open the vault before you and Thomas turn up. No matter what Gally and Thomas say, dont stay with us and go with Thomas to get Minho. I'll make sure that we happen to leave the cure with Brenda and Grace rather than bring some with us."

"You know Thomas or Minho will run to get the cure though," Newt pointed out. "And they are both fast runners. I dont know if it is enough time for me to stab myself while Thomas is trying to not kill me."

"I have a diversion," Fawn replied, pulling out her tracker to reveal the little blinking dot. "This tracks Drake's whereabouts. It is also connected to Caliber, myself and you. Magnum is also sneaking trackers into all of the handguns that we will have in our possession so if Thomas or Gally give Minho a handgun, we can track Minho."

"So Minho will run to get the cure from Brenda and rush back to give it to me, what if they arrive just in the nick of time?" Newt whispered.

Fawn smiled as she nodded to the corner and Newt turned to see Caliber standing there, his bright orange hair reflecting the dim light of the room. "Caliber and the assassins will be assigned to make sure that Janson doesnt find us. So their presence will not be expected. If perchance they happen to be dressed as guards and happen upon whoever is racing to get the cure to you.... they will probably be able to stall them long enough for you to stab yourself."

"Why you little," Minho whispered, pointing an accusing finger at Caliber, "You were the guy who roughhoused me and Brenda!? So the Snipers coming and rescuing us was also an act?"

Caliber nodded, "Essentially. I released Drake first to slow you down long enough for us to ambush you."

"Drake," Frypan interjected. "Was Drake even missing in the first place?"

"No," Fawn replied. "Our separation at the mall was intentional because Caliber came and retrieved him. Originally we had him retrieve Drake because we were still planning Newt's death and we were going to have Drake ensure that Newt came back from the dead. But when Minho was taken and then Gally revealed that Wicked had the cure and he knew where to find it, we decided to use Drake as a diversion instead."

"Shit," Gally sighed. "You are seriously giving me grey hairs here Spitfire! Why didnt you guys just tell us that you planned on sending Newt to Wicked?"

"Well because Teresa still wasnt eliminated yet," Fawn pointed out. "And also one other thing.....We might have removed Wicked's trackers that they had placed in us when we were kidnapped.... but we aren't able to remove the trackers that Wicked put in us when we were placed in the Glade."

"WHAT!?" Frypan screeched. "There are other trackers!?"

"Not necessarily trackers but they send monthly updates to Wicked about what information was voiced to us: names, dates, places and so forth. It doesnt allow them to track us but if we ever mentioned a name or where a person is they could find that person. That was why I never told any of you other than Thorn members and Newt...."

Eyes slowly turned to Newt, "You dont have an internal tracker?"

Newt rubbed the back of his head. "Well....you see... Fawn was able to check when she infiltrated Wicked as Jade Cross.... which of us had trackers that were still active. Some trackers were disabled because of a sickness, an injury or something that caused the tracker to malfunction. When I got my limp.... I never told anyone this except Alby but.... I tried to kill myself my first year in the Maze. I jumped from the wall after having climbed up the vines halfway.... It didnt kill me but it caused my limp. Alby promised to keep it a secret if I promised to not do it again. But the fall was enough to destroy my tracker. And Fawn.... when she got stung but the Griever, hers also malfunctioned."

"And mine didnt?" Gally asked, "I got stung you know!"

"You got stung in the chest," Fawn pointed out. "The trackers are inserted into our lower abdominal cavity. That was why mine malfunctioned because I got stabbed in the stomach."

"FML," Gally groaned. "Just my luck."

"We had to keep things only between those who couldn't unintentionally alert Wicked to our plan. That was why this was only shared between myself, Newt and the Thorn members. We did have a collective agreement to not tell Grace though because with her hearing impairment, we didnt want her to accidentally say something without knowing that someone was eavesdropping."

"Reasonable," Minho said, "One final question though.... who is this guy?"

Fawn and Newt looked over at the tall blond stranger who had been silent this whole time. The boy reached up to the mask on his face and pulled it down so that it now hung around his neck, revealing his face to everyone. The silence in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. A single word escaped Minho's mouth which caused a thousand more questions to enter everyone's mind.

"Ben?"

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The blond boy smiled as he looked upon the Gladers whom he hadn't seen in over a year. "Good to see you again Minho, Frypan, Gally. You too Thomas."

Minho was unable to talk, hands covering his mouth and his body shaking violently in disbelief so Gally had to speak for his boyfriend.

"Explain yourselves now!" He ordered Fawn and Newt.

"Hey Ben," Fawn greeted as she crouched down with Drake next to the door which separated her from Ben who was making pained noises inside the pit. "I brought you some dinner."

The boy made no noise. The girl pushed the food under the door just before the boy tried to reach for her through the bars.

"Fawn get back!" Newt cried, helping pull the girl away from the bars as Ben tried to grab for her. "He's not himself anymore!"

"I just wanted to give him dinner," Fawn whispered softly as the boy and Minho led her away from Ben.

What no one saw was that after they left, Ben dug into the food that Fawn had given him, not even caring that all the food she had given him was thickly laden with dark blue berries.

"You sneaky bastard," Gally muttered, causing Fawn to suppress a laugh.

"So you sneaked him the cure when we least expected it, which meant that we put him into the maze.... him in the process of being cured?" Minho choked. "How did he get the activator though? Or did the food you give him do the trick?"

Fawn shook her head. "Once you have been infected, the berries or the cure alone wont cure you. The activator needs to be given to set the cure in motion. The reason why some people like Thomas are immune to the flare is because they ate huge quantities of the berries back when they were kids. Newt, hated the berries which was why he wasnt immune. Thomas ate more than all of us combined which is why he is so immune that his blood is considered a cure."

"So how...."

"The Snipers picked Ben up after the maze doors had been shut," Newt explained. "They gave him the activator and he was completely cured. They did however drop his clothes into the maze just in case we went looking for him."

"So Ben was the one who was the mole in Wicked, the one who found out that Teresa was a spy, the one who got us out when we were captured, the one who protected Minho and the one who has been providing us with the cure?" Minho whispered. "Can this get any weirder?"

Newt grinned sheepishly and Minho narrowed his eyes at the boy. "What now?"

"This is the last thing I promise," Newt told him, holding up his hands in surrender. "But.... the reason why no one in Wicked survived the bombing that we staged just the other day.... is because for the past year Ben and I have been giving Wicked personnel a "cure" that we told them is a prophylactic against the flare.... but it is actually a microscopic detonator."

"You little shit," Frypan gasped, making everyone gape at him in surprise, having not heard him swear in a long time. "You blew up every Wicked person?"

"Yeah?" Newt said, cringing. "It sounds terrible but it was the only way we could ensure their demise and also ensure that no one would track us through our internal trackers anymore."

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Newt and Fawn stepped out of the meeting house together and grinned at each other.

"How long will it take?" Newt whispered.

"Give them a few hours," Fawn told him. "Let them absorb all that information and then they will be back to normal. In the mean time, there are two little people that are dying to meet you."

A huge smile lit up Newt's face as Fawn led him over to where Grace and Brenda were playing outside with the twins. When they saw the two approaching, the girls excused themselves, leaving Fawn and Newt alone with their children.

Immediately Horace scurried over to his mother and lifted his arms, requesting to be held. Fawn happily picked him up as Navi hurried over to stare up at Newt with curiosity. The boy knelt down so that he was eye level with the girl. Navi considered the boy a moment before a big smile appeared on her chubby face and she wrapped her arms around Newt's neck.

Tears sprung to the boy's eyes as he picked the girl up, holding her close. He looked over at Horace who had been watching him constantly, summing him up. When Horace saw that Newt was looking at him, he turned and extended his arms towards Newt who happily took the boy into his arms as well, holding the twins close to him.

"No fair! He never lets anyone hold him and now he lets Newt hold him?" Gally shouted from the doorway of the meeting house.

Fawn and Newt looked at each other and just chuckled. Things were back to normal now, and the future was looking bright. They had gone through so much, gone so far and come back again from the deep depths of hell, but now they were where they had wanted to be all along.

The End

#newt x reader #newt x oc #newt x you #newt x y/n #newt #maze #Maze Runner

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I am an Army brat, I was raused in a socialist society, The panelist have no idea what socialism is nor any of the various social movements they are considering, Pro-Life Evangelical chaplains as the most serious social porblem the US military is dealing with, currently, Pro==-Life chaplains have been pumping Christian Nationalism into the Army community since at least 1968 into the Deist culture of George Washington's staff at Valley Forge, The spiritual couuption of the TULIP doctrine is the driving factor in the suicide rate of combat veterans and the suuxal assault in the barracks and military community, Pro-life evangelism is part of the disinformation agenda of Project 2025. They are fully engaged in Newt Gingrich's GOPAC political strategy based on Trotsky's insurgency process that he adopted from the success of the anti-war movent in creating the Chicago Polic Riots iat the Democratic Convention in1968. The whole Conservative agenda since 1960 has been to oppose the neo-liberalism of Eisenhower's 1956 Presidential Platform which was conceived to transform the global Military Industiral Complex to the economic configuration necessary to sustain a lunar colony like in 2001: A Space Odyssey for 100 years, if not for ever. If Reagan had fully Implement his New Federalism agenda after 1981, we woudl have been to Mars and back by now.. Instead, the Project 2-25//Pro-Life obstruction has stalled the global program by at least 40 years. If you replace the Pan Am logo with SpaceX, catching returning space vehicles is what we would ahve been doing by 1990 if Carter had been re-elected, Virtully all the social disloaction occuring now is a consequence of the combination of the CConservative agenda associated with Project 2025 and Bill Bright's business model for monetizing Jesus, Campus Crusade for Christ and the Evangelical Salvation/Prosperity Gospel, It is engaged in the deliberate spiritaul warfare of Calvinsim,, which violates Free Will and enies the Holy Spirit in the nae of JEsus.

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toby-du-coeur · 1 year ago

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fuckkk re-watching death cure and

i KNOW newt lives i know it in my soul (i read his survival into the films the same way i read in thominewt) so i was expecting to Not get hit by feels but. watching him cover tommy & shoot wckd agents while being metres away from the cure & fighting the Flare

im 😭😭

WHY didn't thomas trust teresa For Newt whyyy did ava turn against janson and then just MOPE around like a ghost doing fuck all SHE COULD'VE SHOT JANSON other than that tho it's COMICAL how wrong newt's death is the whole thing's a fucking sham

they're seconds away from saving him

*thomas' blood is on the knife*

they even LEAVE THE KNIFE IN like you're supposed to so he doesn't bleed out (contra every Death Trope)

they just leave him LYING THERE no checking vitals no nothing

this is the least dead Tragically Dead Boi i have ever seen

and then thomas just. Has the cure vial like. what is he gonna do with that??

the entire safe haven bit istg i can FEEL newt bitching at them from whatever hellhole they've left him in 😭😭🤣

thomas: oh no ;~; my crush died and he left me ;~; this sad letter uwu 🥺🥺 meanwhile newt, half cured, stumbling across the wilderness fighting off Cranks: THOMAS I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL -

#newt lives #thank u for coming to my ted talk #newt tmr #tmr newt #maze runner newt #newt maze runner #newtmas #maze runner #memerey tmr #the death cure #tmr #the maze runner #tdc #from the heart

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tenpintsof-sundrop · 5 months ago

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Fic asks (randomized)

2,9,16,20,25

omg thank you for sending some!!

Fanfic Ask Game - feel free to send me some <3 I love writing ask games like this!!!

2. a character whose POV you're currently exploring

Recently I've been writing Maze Runner fanfiction for the first time since high school, so I have been exploring the POVs of all the main characters with my current more mature writing style and skill set and it's a lot of fun.

My most recent fic is about Thomas, and I have never written about him before (my previous unpublished fics were about Newt or Gally) - so I am exploring him as a character for the first time and it is so interesting. I am really exploring his loyalty, his protectiveness, his propensity to jump toward anger and rage because of that protectiveness. And I've been enjoying writing about him a lot.

9. start to finish, how long did it take you to write the last fic you posted?

Technically the last fic I posted was a re-post - Precious Time Alone (Gar Logan x Fem!Reader). So that's a really interesting question in this case, because when I came back to it in order to edit it before re-posting it, 90% of the ground work was already done.

If you count the first draft that was written in 2022, I think this fic took me a total of - 3 weeks? One week to write the first draft, one week to edit the first draft before it was initially published, and then one week to edit it the second time around (including adding some scenes) before re-posting it.

And that is working on it for 3 or 4 hours a day. And it's a rough estimate. I am really good at writing things fast when I get into a groove - so if I sit down at the computer and write for 3-4 hours a day, I can easily write a 10k fic in a week. But things like illness or mental health issues that disrupt my groove make me take longer because I have to take days off.

16. favourite place to write

My bed <3

This is literally the only place I write lmao. Because of my chronic illness, I don't go other places. And I have worked really hard to make my room and my bed a really relaxing, peaceful place so that I can be productive and get a lot of writing done.

(And because of moving, recently my room has been a stressful mess, but I am looking forward to making my new room a peaceful, relaxing place to get more writing done.)

20. in what year did you publish your first fic?

It's not available to be read anymore, but I published my first fic on Quizilla in 2009. I was 11 years old at the time, and the fic was 10 chapters long, and I think each chapter was 100 to 150 words each, because back then, for me that was long.

It was a Ron Weasley x OC fic called Crying Is Beautiful and the OC was named Chance Malfoy - she was a Gryffindor who was near constantly abused by her family for her association with 'mudbloods' and 'blood traitors' and I ended the epic climax of the fic by having Lucious Malfoy (her own father) murder her at the Battle at the Department of Mysteries so that he could make her death look like an accident. Because even back then I was obsessed with whump. The fic literally ends with Ron sobbing, cradling Chance's dead body.

So if any of that sounds familiar to you, that was my first fic, and you read it. These days, my whump makes a little more sense - but I literally have to restrain myself from writing pure whump or it ends up being so depressing. Because I fucking love angst fics. I am someone who - irl is the equivalent of Bubbles from the Powerpuff Girls - but if you tell me to write a sad fic, I will stab you and then twist the knife as many times as possible and I will smile while I do it.

It's why I mainly write hurt/comfort now - because I can get my whump addiction satisfied, but there is the promise of relief at the end.

25. besides writing, what are your other hobbies?

I have a few.

I fucking love beading - I love making beading necklaces and bracelets, it's one of the number one things that calms down my anxiety. It has gotten to the point where even just the smell of beads calms me down, so sometimes I will pick up my container of beaded necklaces I have made and sniff it in order to calm down.

I love drawing - very casually, I love making 'bad' drawings with shitty markers. I do not at all aspire for my art to improve or get better.

I love fashion. I love analyzing and admiring other people's fashion, and I love putting together outfits of my own. Because of my chronic illness, I find it tiring to try on outfits for fun, but when I can, I have a lot of fun doing it.

Recently I've gotten back into journaling for my mental health.

Horror movies is a huge one - I love sitting down in the dark and focusing 100% on the screen to just enjoy a horror movie experience, especially watching obscure ones I have never heard of before.

I do enjoy hobbies outside of writing, but writing is the biggest hobby for me that makes me feel acomplished when I am finished with each fic. All my other hobbies are very casual and I don't care about working on them as much.

#ask game #sundrop answers #storiesofsvu #a writer I really admire btw #I just don't always have time to read as many fics as I want to so their fics often end up in the tbr pile for me #but I always admire the quality of their writing and the sheer amount that they post - which shows insane dedication #interactions #about me #fanfiction #writing

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kronoose · 1 year ago

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The Jager academy

One shot that I wrote in which Zara copes with the shit I put her through

Caution it's dark

Tw for repression implied violence implied death ableist language maybe (specificy against anxiety)

If I missed anything please let me know

Zara sat in the cockpit of white violin just meditating becoming one with the new parts of her lifes ambition. She didn't have much hope that her newest drift partner would last long too anxious, anxiety leads to hesitation and that is what kills good pilots.

She shook her head slightly and refocused on the now slightly warmer metal. She moved over to where her drift partner would hook up and allowed the memories of former drift partners to slowly come to the for front of her memory " thank you for your service" she spoke quietly as she re repressed her first ever drift partner her half sibling from Herrmann's side she recoiled at the memory of the look on her parents face when she woke after that figth. She rested her head on the cold metal allowing the grief to flow through her acknowledge it before saying her mantra"the pain I hold helps those who can't figth " she repeats this until she's calm and repeats with each of her former drift partners thanking them for their service and reminding herself that no one else can do what she's doing especially after so much death some she felt first hand having still been locked in the neural handshake as they'd passed or were torn out of the Jager. The current version of the mech had only the core in common with it predecessors and even that's been changed since the first version. She always went with whatever her copilot wanted to name it with her track record theyd die in it or because of it. so she figured they should get to name their own death Machine and it helped give her a sense of closure when a new name was bestowed upon the Jager, the previous person was locked away in her memory only to come out when she was alone. There was only so much the counselors and therapists could do. This was her way of processing the Marshall had really helped after her sibling had passed he taught her how to bring nothing but what was needed into a drift just enough that the handshake stayed intact until they made it home. she took as deep breath and sat down sobs racking her body as her most recent partner came to the for front they hadn't drifted together long but they'd been dating for a year before they even set foot in the same mech. She unconsciously muted the world around her her ears went from purple like a bruise to pale and matching her normal complexion. she continued crying until no more tears fell "thank you for your service" her voice was horse and shakey she took a deep breath before continuing her ritual "the pain I hold helps those who can't figth" it was barely audible but it was said after a few moments she moved over to her side and continued her mediations until she heard the sound of the first crew getting in. She made her way back to her shared room showered then headed to the lab to check on her dads knowing atleast one will have neglected sleep in favour of Kaiju research. She sighed softly seeing both men hunched over their respective desks. She clicked on the radio to a channel that played nothing but ads then stepped back to watch

Newt was the first to awaken complianing about the ad his complaints waking Hermann Zara waited a few moments to make her presence know "you two need to stop falling asleep in the lab you'll end up dead before you figure out how to stop this" she scolded playfully "breakfast is ready you should go eat then sleep in your beds" newt looked her over "I could say the same to you " he chuckled and handed Hermann his cane the three of them made their way to the cafeteria Zara leaning on Hermann a bit she seemed to perk up right before all signs of her late night activities seemingly gone besides the dark circles under her eyes as she made her way over to the table occupied by the Hargreaves and their partners. She placed a finger to her lips as she was spotted by Dave who simply shook his head the Veteran used to the group's antics. Zara creeped up behind Diego who was absolutely ingrossed in his debate with Luther. Her face bore a grin that held so much mischief . She slowly and carefully placed her hand on his shoulder and gradually stole his voice and smell before taking her spot beside Viktor

She continued the debate in a horridly Butchered imitation of Diego's voice

By Klaus's timer it took Diego a full 2 minutes before he realized his voice was gone and just sighed defeatedly then went back to eating. It took him until he finished his meal another 10 Minutes to realize that his sense of smell wasn't working Klaus clicked a button on the stop watch and revealed the 12 minute time. The others chuckled softly and shook their heads Lila giving Diego a swat upside the head "idiot"

Both his voice and smell returned at once. He started light heartedly cussing Zara out in spanish the poorly hidden grin showing the lack of anger behind his words.

#oc story #pacific rim oc #the umbrella academy #tw ableism #tw implied death

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I can answer that. There is a Short-Term answer, and a Long-Term answer.

Short-Term: The Republican Party has barely ever won the popular vote in US Presidential elections over the last 40 years, their ability to wield power in US politics increasingly rest upon their willingness to misuse particular aspects of the US Constitutional order and the refusal of their fellow elites to stop and punish this misuse, their policies are deeply harmful and widely unpopular which is leading them to slowly lose their hold on the few genuinely populated states they have an edge in and which they NEED to remain nationally competitive and politically relevant, and so they want to do away with elections before that happens.

Long-Term: Because Conservatism, as a movement, is opposed to democracy. It was founded in direct opposition to the democratic revolutions of the Enlightenment, with the stated goal of protecting aristocratic rule where it still maintained and re-establishing it where it had fallen, and the Republican Party has become a through-going Conservative political party, largely through the alliance of conservative business-Republicans and fascist "Dixiecrats" forged by Richard Nixon's Southern Strategy through the 70s to the 90s.

The "War on Crime" and "War on Drugs" that dominated US politics in that era were a big part of this, euphemistic wars waged by Conservative Republicans through the US Government itself on the US's own Black communities and citizens, and they are the primary reason why the US has more of its population in prison than pretty much any other State on the planet, and why US cops are as awful as they are. They also encouraged a hatred for democratic norms and an admiration for authoritarianism within the Republican electorate, and a personal VISCERAL hatred of leftists and liberals which would find expression in Newt Gingrich's saboteurial Congressional leadership and purge of the last few liberals left in the Republican party in the mid to late 90s.

Through the "War on Terror" of the Cheney/Bush II administration disdain for democracy -both its procedural aspects in elections and its legal/ethical aspects in human rights and civil society - was further promoted among Republicans with jingoistic talk of an ~Imperial~ United States, the institutionalization of torture(explicitly prohibited by the US Constitution, and a rabidly-pursued goal of the Republican party since the 70s), the promotion of election-denying conspiracy theories about Dems "busing black voters" into rural(spcl southern) towns and lining up ~illegal immigrants~ to vote disguised as dead citizens, and the ever-increasing legal immunities granted to administrative, judicial, police, and prosecutorial officials by Republican judicial rulings.

Donald Trump, as the first Republican to run EXPLICITLY and OPENLY on tyranny, is merely the first charlatan among them unscrupulous and unpatriotic enough to acknowledge what Republican politicians have been winking and nudging at for the last 50 years, at least, for his own aggrandizement.

Why are we living through a stupider version of the prequels

Why is the unrealistic part of the prequels now just that Palpatine didn't actually need to be nearly that smart or machiavellian or charismatic or even a lie about his intentions at all

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First-Order Archangels

Part 3: Seeing Eye to Eye

Part 1: Maybe You'll See An Archangel Part 2: Foils of War

This is a topic I've wanted to address for some time (ha!) concerning a discussion around Jim's moments of lilac-eyed possessed prophecy and Crowley not wearing his sunglasses around Jim inside the bookshop in S2. I've had rough thoughts about what's going on at these times, but because its more of a sub-textural implication, rather than being overtly stated I guess I've hesitated somewhat and wanted to think it through properly first. Then I started writing this, and as I starting checking things, one thing led to another...and it's tripled in size. Enjoy the juicy long length!

I've decided to included this meta as part of the First-Order Archangel series as it will focus on Gabriel and Crowley, and their connection with time and prophecy. Both of them wear wristwatches - Gabriel seems to wear one instead of an angel ring, which I find most curious. Both have moments where they talk about the future that has been revealed to them. But when it comes to the Great Plan of the Almighty, they couldn't be more opposite.

The Seer and the Herald

Time is Crowley's domain. He can stop it for short periods, and he seems to know about fragments of human science and technology in the future. For example, he suggests to Mr Dalrymple that a change in hygiene might be beneficial, upon meeting him. It could also be said that he acts an oracle, as he gives advice and counsel, both here with Mr Dalrymple and in 1941 when he warns the Nazi's to flee before the bomb arrives, and that they won't like what comes after. (Although, 1941 was a case of Crowley actively manipulating the outcome of the future, so perhaps that doesn't count.)

Crowley: You might want to think about washing your hands. It's gonna be all the rage in a few years, I'm telling you.

Gabriel, as the Herald, is also given knowledge of the future. It was said he spoke to Daniel several times, explaining the visions Daniel had, which were of things to yet to come, and he was tasked with the "foretelling" of the births of John the Baptist and Jesus to their prospective mothers. I realize none of these examples are GO canons (yet,) but there is also the interesting parallel character in S1 of the lawyer Giles, who delivers the second manuscript of Agnes Nutter to Newt and Anathema the day after the Nopocalypse in S1 who is definitely Gabriel-coded and "heralding" the future possibilities there.

Tense Moments

There are two times during S2 that Jim is possessed by a divine spirit that takes over his corporation, turning his eyes back to Supreme Archangel Gabriel-lilac and putting words into his mouth.

The first instance is about the past: in S2E2 Jim recites a verse from Job 38:7 - and Aziraphale and Crowley both remember it, because they were there when the words were said.

The second instance, towards the end of S2E3, is about the present...

"There will come a tempest, and darkness, and great storms."

...and the future.

"And the dead will leave their graves and walk the earth once more. And there will be great lamentations."

Past, present, and future. For both of them, Crowley has his sunglasses off and he is peering into Jim's face.

I have some notes about which verses these are supposed to be from (Hebrews 12:18 for the first half and Matthew 27:53 for the second half) but upon checking them I'm wondering if they are actually correct, even if we take into account they have probably been re-written for the show, like the lines from the Book of Job were paraphrased in the Job minisode. But that aside, we can still deal with them within their temporal frames of reference - the former describing the not-insignificant piece of weather-work that Crowley had just stirred up, and the latter is pointing to the Second Coming, with the resurrection of the dead.

Both halves have words of significance: The first half has the word tempest, and the second half has the word lamentations.

The Foreshadowing Storm

Storms are often used as a trope to foreshadow trouble in the future of a story. I don't think we tend to see Crowley's rain storm as foreshadowing of what is to come as he was in control of that storm and it was for a particular reason - which failed. But Jim's words contained the future tense of "will" - There will come a tempest - so lets have a look at some possible connotations.

A tempest is a violent storm or thunderstorm, but it can also be an situation in which people are very angry or excited, an upset, calamity, or some unexpected misfortune.

And you could say that did happen by the end of S2.

There is also Shakespeare's play, The Tempest, which our demon would no doubt be aware of (it's considered a romance - you know, once of the funny ones.) In it there is a wizard of sorts, Prospero, the former Duke of Milan, who was usurped from his position, and fled with his infant daughter to an island. Many years later the King of Naples and the Duke's brother are passing in a ship, so Prospero magically whips up a storm and shipwrecks them on the island with him and his now teenage daughter, Miranda. He then tries to manipulate a romance between the King's son and heir and Miranda. Other stuff happens as well but in the end they all escape the island and there is a kind of happy ending, and forgiveness.

The Book of Lamentations

Back to the second half, that is supposed to be from Matthew 27:53, but probably more likely Matthew 27: 52-54. Yes, these verses do describe the dead rising from the grave, but the use of "great lamentations" here is a paraphrasing flag being waved in our faces.

A lament is a passionate expression of grief or sorrow. It can also be a complaint, or an expression of regret or disappointment.

Biblically, a lament is a prayer expressing sorrow, pain or confusion.

And with that, we can go back and re-contextualize a scene from S1.

The Book of Lamentations in the Bible contains five chapters describing the destruction of Jerusalem by the Babylonians in 587 B.C. after a long siege. Each chapter is a poem from a different viewpoint about this event.

But what do we have in S1E4 instead? We have Crowley with a book of things he helped to build, expressing sorrow and pain at their imminent destruction, and that of the humans and the Earth. He prays to God, asking questions in vain hope of finding answers to his confusion as to why it seems it must all end with such finality.

Jerusalem was destroyed a second time, in 70 C.E. by the Romans. The city was rebuilt, and still stands today, but the Temple of Solomon wasn't, and this is a topic of contention in some beliefs. This also fits in with the theme of Memento mori, "Remember that you die," a reminder that life is brief, and there is a cycle to life and death.

Nonetheless, the Second Coming is connected with a New Jerusalem, a walled garden (a paradise) where those with their names written in the Book of Life will reside, with access to the Tree of Life in the middle.

Within the Walls of The Garden

The bookshop is Aziraphale's modern day re-creation of the Garden of Eden. Within it's walls he has gathered knowledge that he protects, there is a circular "gate" at the entrance, and he's made it a sanctuary for him and Crowley from other supernatural beings, particularly demons.

During S2 we see Crowley spend quite a bit of time inside the bookshop, and more often than not, he has his sunglasses off here.

While we can understand Crowley not wearing his sunglasses around Aziraphale, its perhaps more surprising that he doesn't seem to worried to not wear them around Jim either. He gets into Jim's face, eye to eye, but they don't agree with one another. It takes a lot of questions, from both sides, to turn this around.

The Great Plan

There's the Great Plan, and the Ineffable Plan.

Gabriel would never dream of deviating from the Plan.

At least he didn't, until he said "no" to the second Apocalypse.

Gabriel: Anyway, Armageddon the Sequel, that's a nah.

His own plan went awry when he forgot where he was going.

AZIRAPHALE: Then why did you come to my shop? GABRIEL: I don't know. I just thought I should. You know what it's like when you- when you don't know anything at all, and yet you're totally certain that everything would be better if you were just near one particular person?

And with his memories gone it was time to relearn things from the beginning. Good thing the original teacher from The Beginning was on hand to give some lessons, because we seem to be repeating some things from S1 and the beginning again here.

Right. So who's got a plan? Who's not seeing it this time? Are you actually questioning Crowley's plan, Jim? That's not like you to question plans. Maybe you are finally learning something.

Crowley's other plan was give "Jim" a test, to see if Gabriel was really there. This time Jim was prepared to follow instructions without questions. The gravity of the situation was kind of lost on him, and Crowley had to stop him before it was too late.

Too Early, Too Late

Prophecies are not just about who, what and where, they are also about when.

Crowley makes an angry threat to Jim in reaction to Shax's visit to the bookshop but backs off to enigmatically remark that "it's always too late." There is also the 1827 Resurrectionist minisode, where Crowley stops Aziraphale from healing wee Morag after she is shot with the grave guns, telling him it is too late there, and I think there is even a mention of too late by Shadwell in S1, but I can't remember where (plus Crowley's watch in the book, that has a time-zone in Another Place that is always Too Late.) We are kind-of left hanging here - what is too late? Too late to stop what is already in motion?

Except when its early, and early seems to be associated with destruction as well in the Good Omens AU. We have the examples of Job's house being destroyed, and the arrival of the baby Antichrist, which heralds the destruction of the Earth.

CRAWLEY: Oh. They've started early. Well… Might as well get comfortable. [sniffs wine and pours a glass]

Here, when the Antichrist is delivered in S1E1, Crowley expresses dismay that the time has come so soon.

CROWLEY: "No. Already?"

Could it actually be that the Nopocalypse was too early? And was that why it didn't go to Plan?

The Chosen One

The Antichrist is a sub-trope of The Chosen One tropes, which in itself is prophecy trope. The Chosen One is needed to fulfill the prophecy. We could do a whole line of discussion on how Crowley and Aziraphale then try to subvert this by raising the said Chosen One, only they raised the Wrong One. Instead, I want to point out that Crowley was also a Chosen One. He was chosen to deliver the Antichrist to the satanic nuns on the appointed night. But why? Why didn't Hastur and Ligur just do it?

Ah, you missed that, did you? I don't blame you, and Frances was trying to distract you with a game of three-card monte with the babies as well (and there have been many discussions about that, too!)

This then makes an interesting parallel for Gabriel being the Herald of the first Christ, and Crowley being the Herald for the Anti-Christ. (Or, some meta-ops might even argue, the Second Christ! But that is yet to be determined. How far away is S3 again...?)

The Earth is a Libra

One final prediction, from the very beginning...

Do you recall this seemingly random daily star sign reading from the opening of S1E1?

Most of it makes sense.

A friend is important to you.

uh huh.

Help could come from an unexpected source.

uh huh.

You may be vulnerable to a stomach upset today, so avoid salads.

wot?

I had to kick myself after while on this one, because I was being all smug to myself about catching a quick mention of liver between Madame Tracy and Shadwell at one point, and any mention of a bodily organ is a reference to an emotion and/or virtue. The first thing one must do with deciphering organs is determine whether you are looking at a western or eastern philosophy, as that is most important, but because this is GO we also need too include any biblical influence.

And whoeee - jackpot! There is indeed some symbolism around the stomach in a biblical sense; it is a place of transformation and renewal, where food is broken down and transformed into new energy and the renewing of minds. It emphasizes the need for continual growth and spiritual renewal.

That should ring some bells with you straight away, I would hope.

And the salad? A salad is a mix of different foods together. Foods not separated. (Keep your angels and demons on different sides of the plate, please, no mixing - and don't play with your food!)

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #crowley #gabriel #seeing eye to eye #its about time #the ineffable plan #the great plan #there will come a tempest #great lamentations #the book of lamentations #prophecy tropes #the chosen one #the foreshadowing storm #its always too late #the earth is a libra #avoid salads

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