#taste0fdreams

[mazerunnersecretsanta]

Merry Christmas @taste0fdreams!

Title: Cowboy and Barometerboy

Summary: Since the discussion of mash ups happened... 

Message to giftee: Dreamsssssss you and Bridge do such an incredible job with running this (three years now!!) and its a joy to be part of and a highlight of the fandom. Thank you for all your efforts, and I hope you like this little thing. 

Notes: A thanks to TBS' role in Godless and DOB's role in Amazing Stories for providing the AU fodder for this Newtmas collision.

[singt0me]

Me again!! Anddddd: Q (bc I want an excuse to promote your fic lol) R V X ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

hello again my love!! <3 

R answered here: x

V. post the last sentence you wrote.

“Those are my sweetbells she’s selling,” Stan hisses, “And widows tears.”

“Both cause temporary paralysis.” Eddie raises his eyebrows. “I’m sure you’re aware?”

X. give a summary of your current project!

over the garden wall au - Stan and Richie have been trapped inside the unknown for three long years, one on the path to building a home and the other endlessly searching for a way out. one day they stumble upon three strangers who wandered in the same way they did, a shut in with a book full of both riddles and answers, and a strange boy with a medicine bag and an even stranger secret. quickly learning that the path to freedom might not be a simple as they thought, when they first must find a way around the monster that guards the exit

ahem also you should follow my it blog @moonlightstanata ok bye 

[takethisroad]

@taste0fdreams prompted

brenderesa Hair Brushing/Braiding + Coming Out Fic

“You have so much hair.”

“I know,” Teresa shrugged. “Can’t help it.”

“No, I mean-” Brenda cut herself off. “It’s nice. I like it.”

Teresa bit her lip. “Um. Thanks.” Smooth, T. She fought down a blush, focusing on the feeling of Brenda’s hands carding gently through her hair, teasing out knots and tangles; she leaned into the touch before she could stop herself. “That feels nice.”

Brenda hummed softly. She paused for a moment, then: “You know, I like girls.”

The words hit like a physical shock. Teresa’s heart jack-hammered in her chest. “Good,” she croaked. “So do I.”

[comebacknow]

hi are you still active in the tmr fandom? i’m kinda new to it and idk if it’s still an active one. idk i just feel nostalgic and sad. can you maybe rec some blogs i can follow (tmr contents and maybe newtmas?) i hope you are safe and well xx

Hey!! Thanks for reaching out. The TMR fandom is still pretty big around here. I’ve recc’d a few blogs below, and if you have discord, I actually run a maze runner server that you’re more than welcome to join! Feel free to send me a message and I can pass along an invite (:

For now, here are some blogs that still focus on tmr. Keep in mind some are multi-fandom, but they do post about tmr frequently!:

@taste0fdreams @newtedison @runthemaze @singt0me @harveylovesmike @bbadlandd @subjecta5newtella @minhomas-tmr @gladersqueen @00250 @newtparadise @isthisenoughorcanwegohigher @medjackjeff @sobloodyinspired

I’m definitely forgetting a ton of blogs I’m sure, but maybe those I’ve tagged will be happy to add more!

And I def recommend following @mazerunnersecretsanta !! This is the 3rd year running for it and while it’s too late to sign up, all the content is going to be posted through that tumblr starting on Christmas Day! And it has a toooonnnn of content from the previous three years.

Hope this helps!! I’m always happy to talk tmr if you ever wanna drop theories and headcanons and recs in my askbox!! <3

[gayders]

what are your headcanons to newtmas?

- Thomas disaster bi, newt tired gay

- I have to agree with @taste0fdreams when it comes to them getting together post-tdc. I think there would be definite signs throughout their adventures (‘if we share a blanket we actually stay warmer’, leaning on each other to sleep, sitting together at any given opportunity) but The Stress of The Job™ and rescuing Minho would be top priority for the most part

- whatever, they share a small hut in the save haven and over time it’s decorated with shells and pressed flowers and shit like that, cottagecore husbands, I’m soft ok

- I don’t think they’d show intense pda, not really for any internalised homophobia reason but just because I can only see them (at least maturity wise) as fully fledged adults who really are bordering on old married couple in affection and love. It’s probably an arm around the others waist at the campfire, a kiss on the cheek when the work day begins, that sort of thing yes I am basing this on the way my own parents show affection

- in private I think Newt is the most cuddly of the two (purely because of how much he wouldn’t act like it around everyone else), he’s definitely the big spoon imo just because I think it would be a space where Thomas doesn’t have to work as a leader or keep everything together and am I implying newt is a top that’s for me to know and you to find out

- only Minho knows when they actually got together, the rest of the settlement are playing a guessing game of ‘when did we actually all realise and were we all just blind?’ ranging from six months after they arrived to during the scorch (by Frypan because he’s observant and also wanted to throw off the average with an outlying statistic)

- genuinely half of what I’m picturing is old married couple vibes and Soviet Union x China posters from the 40s vibes because I swear everyone’s a commie in the maze runner universe (go and google them and then imagine newt and Thomas’ faces photoshopped over the top) ☭

- for au headcanons I can only picture Newt doing art or literature or classics in a college au, thomas is either biochemical engineering type whatever or philosophy no inbetween

- newt owns a copy of the communist manifesto and lends it to the squad (☭ ͜ʖ ☭)

- also he’s not gonna make the first official move but I think he’d realise Thomas is stupid and engineer enough situations and drop enough (not so subtle) hints where Thomas could do something if he wanted to

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[bbadlandd]

A little gift for @mazerunnersecretsanta (so @taste0fdreams and @harveylovesmike ) for running this amazing project for the second year in a row! Thank you so much for organizing the secret santa, watching everyone receive their gifts has been so so fun! I can’t wait for all the guessing to really begin!! I love you two! Happy holidays!! 

[mazerunnersecretsanta]

Merry Christmas @harveylovesmike and @taste0fdreams! (and thank you!!!!!!!!)

Title: hello, santa? i need your help

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 2,730

Summary: When you love someone, all you want is to see them happy - which is how Thomas decides to take Newt on an ice skating date before Christmas. There is just one problem there: the clock is ticking, and he still hasn't figured out the perfect present to give him this year. No pressure, though. (screams internally)

[singt0me]

Upcoming Fic Series | Hard Rock & Callisto

“What will it be like, to watch the world end around him behind titanium glass? Will it be beautiful?”

insp: x

[takethisroad]

@taste0fdreams prompted: Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP: sonyarriet Detective AU + Innocent Physical Contact 

omg PLEASE i love this! Okay, so.

Harriet’s had a long fucking day. Two prospective clients have turned her down and taken their cases - and more importantly, their money - elsewhere; the lead she’s been following for a week on the Gurtzman case has just turned out to be a dud; and to top it all off, the coffee machine in the office has finally given up the ghost after a decade of faithful service, so she’s not even properly caffeinated. It’s bullshit.

Suffice to say, she’s not excited to hear the soft knocking at the door to her office just as she’s about to call it quits for the day. Frowning, Harriet dumps her half-packed satchel back to the floor under her desk and glances at her phone. She doesn’t have any appointments scheduled and none of her contacts have pinged her.The knocking is a mystery and just this once, Harriet would like something to be straightforward.

She bites back a sigh. “Come in!”

The door opens and a woman walks in; she can’t be much younger than Harriet herself. Her footsteps are soft as she approaches the desk and her brown eyes are wide with apprehension. Harriet belatedly realizes she’s still frowning and hastily schools her expression into something more neutral.

“How can I help you?”

The woman peers at her, sweeping her gaze up and down as if taking stock. A small part of Harriet’s brain hopes she likes what she sees; she ignores it. There’s a beat of silence while the woman appears to steel herself. Then, she speaks.

“You’re Harriet Rhodes?” Her voice is clear and level. She’s meeting Harriet’s gaze head on.

“Only if you have good news,” Harriet mutters under her breath as she makes a show of rearranging the papers on her desk. Louder, she says, “Depends who’s asking.”

The woman lifts her chin slightly. “Detective Rhodes, my name is Sonya Brouer. I might have a case for you. Something big.”

Harriet wants to laugh. “You’re going to have to be a little more original and a lot more specific than that.”

“Sorry.” Sonya shakes her head, having the grace to look slightly abashed. A wisp of blonde hair has escaped her ponytail and bobs around her head while she talks. “I guess you’ve heard that one before.”

“Only countless times,” Harriet agrees but there’s no heat to her words and the woman’s lips curl in a small smile.

She starts again. “You’ve heard of WCKD? The research group?”

Harriet nods. It’s hard to avoid heard about the world’s biggest up and coming private lab, not when it’s at the forefront of medical and pharmaceutical technology and when it gets no bad press. Ever. Harriet makes it her business to familiarize herself with the ebb and flow of public opinion and where WCKD is concerned, there is nothing but praise. To the average consumer, that means it’s a trusted company. To Harriet, that means there’s a lot being swept under the rug.

Still, she’s wary. It’s not the first time she’s been sold a big case only to end up living off of canned tuna for weeks when it turns out to be nothing more than a conspiracy theory.

“I’m a detective, not a journalist. What about them?”

“They have my brother. They’ve taken him.”

Harriet keeps her face carefully neutral while she listens to Sonya’s story. It’s not the hand-wringing over animal testing or unethical work practices she was expecting; although, she reasons, that could also be going on in WCKD along with the kidnapping ring Sonya is convinced is a mainstay of their operation. It goes something like this: Sonya and her twin brother Newt grow up together in a small town called Glade. They move to the city, room together and then separately. Sonya is on her way to meet Newt for their weekly lunch date when she gets a garbled text from him: more a keysmash of random letters than anything coherent. Newt doesn’t show up for lunch; his phone is off; he’s not at his apartment and his work hasn’t seen him since he clocked out.

That was a week ago. Since then, Sonya has looked for Newt everywhere. His apartment is vacant but untouched, as though he’d gotten ready for work and neglected to return. She’s over there daily feeding his cat, Snowball. The only thing she has to go on is the last text he sent her: wckd.

“I can’t even begin to tell you how long a shot this is,” Harriet says when Sonya sits back, posture deflated as if the fight has gone out of her. “Everything you’re postulating hinges on this text, and we don’t even know if it was Newt who sent it, or what it truly means. For all we know, he could be -”

“He’s not dead,” Sonya snaps, and for the first time there’s a spark in her eyes, something sharp and dangerous. It fades as quickly as it came. “I’d know.”

“Okay,” Harriet does not have any siblings. She’ll have to take this woman’s word. She says the next words almost on autopilot, and later, will look back on them in mild horror. “I can’t promise anything, but I can have a cursory look into it. If you meet me here at 10am tomorrow, we can go over my retainer and fees.”

“Thank you,” Sonya’s eyes shine with gratefulness and Harriet thanks whatever gods may be listening for her dark skin, easier to hide the rush of blood to her cheeks.

“Don’t expect miracles,” she warns. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” Sonya agrees and reaches out a hand to shake Harriet’s. Her palm is soft and warm against Harriet’s skin and she can’t quite help the way her heart speeds up in her chest. As the door closes behind Sonya, Harriet rubs her hand self-consciously on her arm. So much for straightforward.

[singt0me]

Hi love!!! ♥️ It's me, your friendly neighbourhood fish, here to ask you fanfic author things! 👋😌♥️ A B E L ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

hiii!!

A. what’s your favourite fandom to write?

the maze runner will always be my comfort bubble 

B. what’s your favourite fandom to read?

trc always has some really fun fics in them. i’m really into clown hell at the moment, so that too, and for a while i got into marvel fics, specifically spideytorch

E. who is your OTP?

oh the days of the singular otp. simpler times. 

tmr: minally/newtmas

IT: stenbrough/reddie/bichie/stozier 

trc: pynch 

tgf (i’ve written 1 fic for this so i’ll add it to the list): boreo 

L. favourite fic of yours?

After holds a special place in my heart being the first tmr fic I ever wrote, and my Polaris series

[singt0me]

i'm longing to linger til dawn, dear ...

2. Callisto. 74.7k

There are billions of atoms that have collided; an immeasurable supply of matter that has joined together to create the cosmos that they, themselves, live in. The universe is vast, cold wasteland of unforgiving beauty and, somehow and some way, they have managed to exist in it at the same time.

(Or: Hundreds of years ago, a boy who will one day be called Newt waits at the gate for WCKD to open it’s doors.)

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[singt0me]

Hi this is an ask about pol 😍👀👀👀👀👀😍 Also I love you 😘♥️ That's it, that's the entire ask 😌

dreams you’re such a real one, ilysm

[singt0me]

i assure you

that when this life ends

and the dust settles

i will find you

in the next  – R.H. Sin.

For Hard Rock|Callisto - Coming Soon.

[mazerunnersecretsanta]

Merry Christmas @taste0fdreams

Title: Love & Loss

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: A slightly angsty video looking back on Newt & Thomas’ relationship 😉

Notes: Merry Christmas Dreams!! I hope you are having a lovely Christmas break! Thanks for all the hard work you’ve been doing for TMRSS19

[singt0me]

while i’m alone and blue as can be ...

1. Hard Rock. 80k.

It’s a strange feeling indeed to know that you are living inside another person’s body. The echo is not kind, not ever, and this is one thing in his life that Thomas refuses to intentionally provoke.

(Or: Hundreds of years later the human race has moved on. Thomas wants more than anything to make it through the summer, but a feeling beneath his skin gravitates him towards Newt - it is other worldly, all consuming, and possibly not entirely his own.)

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