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The Mighty Gladers in action ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

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Update

Hey guys, I know it’s been a while. First off, I’d really like to say that I truly am sorry for the evident lack of posts. Truth be told, I slowly began to lose my interest and motivation in writing The Maze Runner Imagines/Smut. I still love writing, but I find it difficult to continue doing so for something that I am not entirely intrigued by. I can assure you all that I will definitely fall in love once again the moment that The Scorch Trials film is released, but I had just become so flooded by constant Maze Runner thoughts, everything began to grow quite monotonous. Not to mention the fact that I have such an obsessive personality and, fairly said, I moved onto something else quite quickly. I have drafts of work that I have been working on over time, which I will hopefully get around to completing and finishing very soon. I want you all to know that I love and appreciate you all endlessly. Your support and simply just your presence has been such a fantastic experience for me, and I really do not wish to end this friendship we all have. I don’t know when I will resume uploading my work, but I hope to do so very, very soon. Thank you all so much for your endless love and support, I love you all very, very much. 

[blogthemaze]

Thank you for writing this! This is exactly how I feel... xo

[danhowellers]

Fireproof part 3 | a danisnotonfire imagine

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I made my way to my chemistry class quickly after what just happened with Louise. I was the first one there which gave me time to think before the lesson started. Louise should know that I wouldn’t settle for all she told me, I was annoyingly persistent when I wanted answers and would keep asking till I got them but part of me was scared to ask any questions in fear of what I might find out.

My mind wondered for the rest of the lesson as to what Dan Howell could possibly want with me and why he made a public display about him giving me his number, he probably wanted chemicals from the lab to make drugs or something. As I was focusing on chemistry I had access to such things but the protocol to use them unsupervised was insane and no one bothered to practice pracs because of it.

I kept running through different scenarios in my head but literally none of them made sense, I didn’t know him and he didn’t know me. Today was the first time we had actually had anything to do with each other and even then it was completely unintentional. Maybe if I told him I didn’t mean to offend him and his sarcasm he would leave me alone? That might be the best way to go about it.

Once the lesson ended I realised I had only taken maybe half the notes I was supposed to, lucky it was a topic I already knew and could easily learn it from the hopeless textbooks this school supplied. I didn’t exactly like chemistry it’s just that I was good at it; I understood it without really trying too hard so it was an easy choice to focus on.

Today was the only day one of my free periods was last of the day so I was free to go home early. I made my way to my locker and packed my bag with all the work I would need for the night then headed straight towards my car hoping to see no one that would talk to me on the way there.

And of course it was just my luck that I rounded a corner and stumbled upon a dark haired tall boy about 5 meters down my path, Phil. Phil didn’t normally go out of his way to talk to me and normally in any another situation I would just smile politely at him and continue on my way. But this time he looked like he wanted to talk to me, I began wishing to every deity that this wasn’t about Dan but part of me, albeit a small part, wanted it to be about Dan. I wanted answers and this may be a chance to get them.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Phil called.

“Hey Phil, what’s up?” I replied curiously.

“I’m having a party to celebrate the beginning of 6th form tomorrow night, I was going to send out a Facebook message but everyone in our year is hopeless with Facebook so it’s just easier to catch everyone and tell them.” Phil babbled “Anyway, it’s at mine 8pm and if you could tell Louise and PJ that would be great. See you there! Also text Dan” He exclaimed as he began walking away.

“But Why!” I called out to him, I really wanted him to elaborate.

“Sorry (Y/N/N), I gotta get going, see you.” Phil bellowed back as he kept walking only turning his head.

I wasn’t surprised to be invited to Phil’s party, everyone would be invited. He had another party like this only a few months ago to celebrate the end of the GCSE’s, it was actually a lot of fun. Phil’s parents were both lawyers and spent a lot of time travelling for work which left Phil in the house alone and what better to do with an empty house and a bunch of teenagers than have a party?

I continued walking towards the student car park where my super shitty civic was parked. As shitty a car as it was I was proud of it because it was mine and I paid for it myself. I opened the boot and threw my bag and the rest of the books I was holding in there then slammed it closed, sometimes it wouldn’t lock unless you were aggressive. As I said, it was an old car. Once I was in the driver’s seat I thought it would be a good time to message Louise and PJ and tell them about the party tomorrow before I forgot which was rather likely.

‘hey guys, phils having a party tomorrow night. Im gonna go if you want to come with me’ I sent the message in a group chat we had, I wasn’t expecting a reply for a while as they were both in class so I put my phone away then began my drive home.

I didn’t live far away but it was long enough to get a few of my favourite songs in which I did belt out at the top of my lungs as I always did on my drives home if I was alone. Once I reached the house I got my bag out of the back and suddenly realised I would be alone for a few hours before my younger brother and parents got home. This should have been an exciting thing but instead I was slightly anxious, I hated been alone.

As soon as I got inside I turned on the TV in an effort to make some back ground noise and I automatically felt better. I continued my afternoon routine which consisted of homework and food. As I was tipping all my books out of my bag my lunch box came falling out and opened on the carpet spilling the rubbish everywhere

It was then I noticed a white piece of paper folded up amongst the trash. I recognized it immediately; it was the piece of paper Dan gave me at lunch. Surprisingly I had actually forgotten about it until now but it quickly became the only thing could thing about it and it was burning in my mind. I debated whether it was better to chuck it out or actually read what it said. This internal debate continued on for a few more minutes until I realised I was staring at a piece of paper in a pile of wrappers and that I was being stupid. I think part of me is afraid this is some joke and he has reviled in the fact that this has been plaguing me all afternoon. My mind races through all the things I thought during chemistry and then some. I don’t know why I’m so scared or nervous or whatever it is I’m feeling but I know I’m being stupid.

I carefully unfold the piece of paper that was torn out of a book and reveal 10 numbers written in a messy scrawl across the paper. I let out the breath I wasn’t aware I was holding, of course it was only numbers what else would it be? Why was I so worried? 10 numbers written on what appeared to be music paper, I internally curse myself for letting this boy poison my afternoon.

So basically, I have Dan Howells number. He asked me to text him. I have no idea why. 

a/n sorry theres not much dan in this one, just a lot of foreshadowing if i remember what i wrote. if you like it or want to say something nice you can do that hhherererer i appreciate all your messages! love you xx

[danhowellers]

Fireproof part 2 | a danisnotonfire imagine

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I was always quick to jump on the defence without even thinking about peoples motives and now was certainly no exception to my do first think second ways. So I replied to Louise’s message without thinking twice about my response.

‘I have no idea, don’t give it to him though that’s creepy’

I told her quickly without even stopping to wonder why he wants my number, it didn’t matter anyway. I didn’t even know him and if he wanted my number he could ask me himself without trying to be tricky and a complete creep at the same time. A few minutes after I sent that message I felt a pair of eyes watching me.

I looked up to see PJ looking at me with his eyebrows furrowed. I look at him quizzically while he slides his phone to me under the desk we shared.

‘Dan Howell: Do you have (Y/N)’s number?’

The message was straight forward and to the point, I then noticed that the last message sent was 2 years ago apparently regarding a school project. PJ never told me they did a project together but that’s beside the point. I don’t see why Dan would think he could get my number from my best friends, surely he has more sense than that.

‘ask her yourself’ I replied for him.

PJ quickly reached over and grabbed his phone back trying to erase the message that had already been sent.

“I’m gonna get beat up after school now because of you” he whispered harshly at me, “it would be easier for you to just give it to him you know?” I had no idea what PJ was going on about but I know he was wrong. Why would it be easier to give a notorious bad boy my number? Seem stupid and dangerous to me.

I quickly looked over to Dan who was leaning back in his chair drumming his fingers on the edge of his desk, his phone nowhere in sight. Seemed like whatever game he was playing at he was over it pretty quickly. He was known for his ways with women and I didn’t really want to get involved in it no matter how attractive he was.

The lesson continued at snail’s pace and I had received no more messages from Louise and PJ was still a bit pissed at me for replying to that message, he would be over it really soon anyway. The bell rang, at what seemed a thousand years later and the whole class got up and left without being dismissed. A perk of staying for 6th form, less rules.

PJ and I then made our way to our regular table where Louise was already sitting. A lot of our friends decided not to continue on with A levels thus leaving us three in the group. We didn’t mind though, most the groups were rather small and it allowed us to be closer as friends anyway. Louise wasted no time getting into conversation about what happened with Dan. I explained the whole sarcasm thing to her and she just stared at me.

“What? I didn’t do anything wrong. It’s not like it was aimed at him anyway.” I tried to defend myself.

“(Y/F/N) you don’t see what you’ve done have you?” Louise probed. I just looked blankly at her and she exhaled sharply. “You’ve kinda challenged him in a way. Like not directly because I know you didn’t mean it but he probably though that comment was directed at him. He takes shit like that super personal, not hire a hit man personal but you get what I mean.”

I really didn’t understand what she meant. I haven’t spoken a sentence to the boy in 11 years why would he take something I said personally? It didn’t make sense.

“Maybe he should just get over himself and go find another girl to harass, I hear he has plenty of girls lined up or heaps of past ones he could call if he wanted something.” I said while looking down at my food. I didn’t normally say things like that about people but he was an exception. Neither PJ or Louise was saying anything so I looked up to see them kinda looking at me kinda looking down and somewhat worried.

“Contrary to popular belief I don’t sleep around. Text me sometime, ey?” I felt the voice of none other than Dan Howell in my ear and I cringed away from the feel of his breath against my head. “PJ, Louise.” He stated dropping a folded up piece of paper in front of me. I assume he was nodding at PJ and Louise when he said their names but his voice sounded like he was warning them, it sounded threating. With that he stood up, his leather jacket squeaking, and walked away.

“What the fuck was that?” PJ sneered, he sounded angry. “Don’t message him (Y/N), he’s just trying to cause trouble” He elaborated.

“Of course I’m not going to message him!” I replied. “I know what his doing and I’m not going to play into his games, you should know that I wouldn’t do that Peej.” And with that I crumpled up the piece of paper I was yet to unfold with the rest of my rubbish and pushed it into my lunch box that still contained my rubbish from recess because I was too lazy to get up and walk to the bin.

Louise didn’t say anything about what just happened, either she had nothing to say or she was going to say something later when PJ wasn’t around. He was our best friend but dear god was he protective of me, like I was his little sister or something.

Sooner than anyone wanted the bell for 5th period rang and we all headed off to our lockers. Lousies was near mine as we were both doing science and PJ’s was in another direction. When we were half way there Louise put her arm around me and started laughing.

“Be careful, he’s unpredictable. He won’t tell you want he wants until you’re stuck, don’t fall.” Louise muttered under her breath while she was still smiling and laughing like I had told a really funny joke, I laughed along with her but stopped immediately as she pulled her arm back around and left me at my locker and kept walking along towards hers without stopping or another word.

a/n im liking this story, tell me what you think hhhheerreee  thanks for the response with part 1, love you

[danhowellers]

Fireproof | a danisnotonfire imagine

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Do you remember when you were young and your mother was always cautious of the friends you made? Worried that you would somehow end up getting caught up in the wrong crowd somehow? Then she would subtlety point out the children who had somewhat sketchy parents and warn you to stay away from them, to not make friends with them? Well I remember my mother pointing out Dan Howell on the 2nd week of kindergarten. It’s a weird memory to hold but I remember it vividly, and for 11 years I did what she said, I stayed away from Dan.

As Dan walked into the 4th period English class we had together, it was the first class we did together in 5 years, and I wondered if his parents had warned him to stay away from anyone up until this point, our second last year of school. I don’t think it would have mattered if they had, he did whatever he wanted to anyway regardless of what people told him to do.

He sat on the opposite side of the room to me and I could hear the squeaking of the leather jacket he wore to school most days over his uniform. I’m not going to lie, Dan is hot. The whole dark hair and eyes plus being extremely tall thing he has going on is attractive. But for most people that’s as far as the attraction goes. No one really knows him besides Phil, Zoe and Chris who are in his ‘group’ as he appeared to be the leader of all of them in a way. Everyone thinks he and Zoe are a thing but she’s secretly dating Alfie who is two years younger than us thus goes to a different part of the school.

I only know this because one of my best friends, Louise, used to hang with them until her and Zoe had a massive fight. To this day I still don’t know what it was about, and I doubt I ever will. I was broken from my train of thought just as PJ walked in and sat next to me, plonking his books down on the table.

“I hate this class” he breathed out “I mean, who the hell needs to know about poetry?” PJ groaned.

“Probably not you PJ, but it’s a compulsory class” I laughed back at him. It was the start of our 2nd last year at school and we were beginning to finalise all A levels we wanted to take for the next 2 years and English, at various levels, was compulsory. This school was a bit different to most; it goes all the way from kindergarten to 6th form and I suppose it’s like a gifted and talented type school. Basically if your kid shows promise you enrol them here, or if you want your kid to be good at one thing in particular send them here too. That and it’s a really good school if you can afford it.

At the end of year 11 they ask you what you want to focus on for your next two years of school and then go on to hopefully study in university. I’m doing classes based around science and PJ is doing film. My eyes drifted back over to Dan who was essentially alone in this class, as all his friends did different Englishes. I know he is focusing on music but I always wondered what he played or is he was just doing it as a bulge to get an easy certificate at the end.

So much mystery surrounded Dan Howell and his story, not even Louise knew that much. She always said whenever the topic of his family or what he did at home came up he ignored them or answered so vaguely. She also said he only really hung out with Phil after school and he was probably just as much as a mystery as Dan but Phil seemed a lot nicer, I’ve actually had conversations with Phil.

Just then the teacher walked in and set his stuff down on his desk. Mr. Walsh was one of those teachers who were super enthusiastic about what he taught even though the rest of the class wasn’t.

“Okay class today we are focusing on sarcasm!” Mr. Walsh said excitedly. A few eyes shot to Dan as it was a very well-known fact that not much other than sarcasm leaves his lips. “Can anyone tell me what sarcasm is?” Mr. Walsh asked around not getting much of a reply then I felt his eyes land on me. “How about you (Y/N)? Can you tell us what sarcasm is?” he asked me.

“The lowest form of humour?” I replied half joking half serious earning a few chuckles from the class. I quickly glanced over to Dan who was staring at me intensely. A few people looked between Dan and I then away like they were staring at something they shouldn’t have been. The look on his face was strange it was a mix between ‘how dare you’ and ‘who are you’ like he had never seen me before and I just insulted him. He then looked away sharply back down to his book.

“Not exactly but that is one way it has been described” Mr. Walsh continued the lesson but I wasn’t really paying attention. I looked back over to Dan who had his phone out under his desk and was looking at it intently like he was waiting for a message or something.

Just then I saw my phone light up from inside my pencil case. I lifted the top up just to see who it was from, it was Louise. It was a bit strange that she was texting me now since we had lunch next. I pulled the case closer and unlocked my phone revealing the message,

‘Louise: any particular reason Dan Howell just messaged me asking for your number?’

a/n ;) haha hey, just a tester. thoughts?

[glossr]

#stopdan2k14 [x]

[martiantot]

danisnotonfire

[illmakeuhowell]

[dansnotnfire]

[weremoving]

[blogthemaze]

Kings And Queens

[blogthemaze]

Lord of the flies chapter 1 pretty much:

Ralph:Sweet Jesus it's hot

Piggy:WAIT I GOT ASTHMA

Ralph:LoL Assmar

Piggy:whatever

Ralph:o shit no adults*handstand* lets get neked

Piggy:K

Ralph:nvm

Piggy:Wait a minute I just realized we're basically fucked

Ralph:Aw man Debby downer! OH SHIT A SHELL!

Piggy: *grabs shell* oh it's a conch!

Ralph:*blows*

Boys:Ayyyyyyy squad be Rollin upp lyke

Choir:What up bitches

Simon:Faints

Jack:yall boys sit yo asses down while I go talk to the blonde*bites lip* Hong he's sexy mm dat azzzzzzz

Ralph:Yo, I'll be chief

Jack: bitch step down I can sing c#

Ralph:yea but u just an ugly tangle ginger

Jack: *cries*

Ralph:*whispers* jk I'll bang u l8tr bae

Jack:aight well mah boiis and I will be da hunters up in this bitch

Piggy: alright well these are the names and-

Jack: stfu fat ass

Ralph:*inhale*

Piggy:hoe don't do it

Ralph: His name is piggy

Piggy:oh my god

Ralph,Jack,Simon:Explore time

Piggy:Ralph wtf

Ralph:srry boo

Piggy:*looks to camera like he's on the office*

Simon,Jack,Ralph:*push boulder*

Jack:THAT WAS FUCKIN GNARLY!!!

Simon,Jack,Ralph:*Wrestle*

Ralph: this is bitchin

Jack: dam sun dis be all ours

Ralph:sick let's head back down to enlighten the retards

Simon:But IM JESUS

Simon:Oh flowers

Jack: fag*cuts flower*

Simon:wtf ginger bitch

Jack:oh a pig!

Piglet:shit I'm out

Jack:fuck

Ralph:Pussy

Jack: I'll get it next time bby

Ralph:ye sure

Simon,Ralph: *walks away*

Jack: *stabs tree* ily, I'll have dat ass if it's the last thin I do.

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GUESS WHAT

Mr. Misha is going to do more of the Q & A stuff!!! I think you guys like that stuff!!! THURSDAY 6.25 @ 12 PM PST / 3 PM EST. Send your questions about love & existentialism & gishwhes to this place right here, and he will answer either 10 or 50 or 9000 of them on Thursday!

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@kayascods: #teresa #readyforscorch

[minnewts]

Monochromatic Jacob Lofland okay I can live with this

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THE MAZE WAS JUST THE BEGINNING

[conartworks]

My portrait of Joey Graceffa made entirely out of one cup of black coffee.

[blogthemaze]

Hi. I'm back. Not for long. I never go on here. I love u guys though. No ones requesting stuff either so that would really help. In the meantime here is a beautiful picture of Lukeisnotsexy. xxxx liv