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thegeniius:

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“What makes Vince any better than Janson anyway?” She questions, honestly curious. They both liked to pretend they cared about the Gladers, and the world. Yet both of them were way too selfish to mean any of it. Both wanted the power that came with deciding, yet didn’t know how to handle it. Only one woman had ever known..

     "Haven't you ever heard the phrase the enemy of my enemy is my friend? That should answer your question real quick." It's almost a scoff, the way it comes out. Gally doesn't seem to have much patience for this girl and her questions. She reminded him of a certain someone he was making amends with only because he had to right now. 

     "Janson is apart of WICKED. Vince wants to take them down. I don't want to be spellin' everything out for you."

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You don’t have to like me. But you’re going to respect me.

A Day to Remember (via dylan-my-vodka)

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Kids in Love (2016)

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My dear, you’ve suffered quite a bit throughout this life of yours your body’s back from battle but your soul’s still stuck in war

V.I.P.P. (via vacantinkandprettypink)

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@icntry from xx

     "Don't get smart with me, slinthead." 

     Gally's voice is gruff and unhappy, but so is most of his attitude towards everything in general. Especially after he'd been Stung. He's never been a pleasant guy, but he knows what he's doing under most circumstances. Which was why he'd gone to grab Thomas the first chance he'd gotten since he'd noticed the text on the walls and stone. 

     "Shuck if I know. Figured you'd know since you're the Keeper of the Runners. My best guess is it's from those sick shanks who sent us here-- the Creators." 

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     It's practically noon on a Saturday and Gally had just woken up from a long night of work. He didn't have school, so it wasn't like there was any real good reason for someone to be banging on his front door. They better be someone important coming to tell him he's won the lottery or the world was ending or else they were dead meat. Running on a little less than a full six hours, Gally wasn't exactly the most pleasant person to see in the morning afternoon.

     Though most would agree that Gally was never the most pleasant person, period. 

     He drags his feet through the carpet of the living room after having exited his bedroom, cursing whoever thought they were slick enough to try and sell him something stupid like zoo books or ask him how he felt about Jesus. He'd tell them off real good if they tried to take up more than just a few seconds of his time with their bullshit. 

     But instead of some Mormon or foreign kid with a "summer job" standing at his front door, it was Newt. The annoyance vanishes from Gally's face only to be replaced by confusion. 

     "What the hell are you doing here?" 

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     Everything is the same. It was different -- god he knew it was different -- but his routine would never change. A person like Gally is a creature of habit; a man of routine. He wakes up at the crack of dawn and he gets up, stretches and walks away to where he'd been working the night before. Day in and day out, he hammers away, carries wood and rope. He builds because it's all he's good at. Building structures and burning bridges. 

     He knows logically he's done his part and he doesn't need to spend every waking moment obsessing over everything he works on, obsessing over making this place a livable paradise. It's hard to shut out the little voice that tells him that what he'd done was unforgivable, that he was unforgivable. 

     One of the new things in his daily routine was to be called by the ocean and it's crashing waves and the stain of salt it leaves on his tongue. He's enamored by it, almost. When he wasn't working, he was sitting or standing down by the water feeling it and the wet sand between his toes of just staring deep out into the gray blue that made it so impossible to think a world of hell, death and disease lay on the other side. Maybe it was his namesake-- the name WCKD gave him, as they'd robbed him of his own long, long ago -- that drew him closer. The tales of Galileo Galilei and his works and theories flooded in his blood now as if they were apart of him. 

     This is where Gally sits today, on a piece of broken log, staring out almost longingly into the water as it's soft morning waves crashed upon the sand. He isn't relaxed, but he is content for the time being, letting his head clear itself for just one moment of almost peace. That peace is interrupted by footsteps from behind him, causing his fists to clench and his shoulders to tighten. He doesn't turn his head to face the approaching body, but he does cast a glance from the corner of his eyes. 

     "What's up?" 

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     He'd been thrown out into the waiting arms of The Right Arm straight from WICKED's unwanted trash. But as they say, one man's trash is another man's treasure. The things he'd had to do to get out of that hell hole were degrading, embarrassing and none of them were a proud moment in his life, but Gally was finally out. 

     Thanks to a well placed member of the organization that's only goal was to destroy WICKED. 

     One of the men that had been escorting him out was the one that had helped him learn about this organization and what it stood for, told him that he would have a firm place inside both as an informant and as a soldier against WICKED and it's deadly dealings with children and their gift of immunity. 

     He was in the process of leading Gally along the broken and cracked path just outside of a Crank dump off sight to where there was a parked black SUV waiting to take them far, far away to one of the few last standing cities and sites of true civilization as if the Flare had never existed. 

     "Alright, kid, listen up. WICKED doesn't deem you as important anymore 'cause'a that stunt I had ya pull, but you're gonna be one of the most important information sources we got. Got that?" 

     Gally shrugs the man's gloved hand off his back and he scowls hard at the ground. "Yeah, I got it." He says with a deep scratchy growl at the back of his throat. The last thing that he wanted was some kind of pep talk for what he already knew. They'd already gone over the plan at least sixteen different times in the past two days.He was tired of hearing it. 

     It wasn't much longer before he was arriving in front of the car, surprised at how clean it looked after being out in a place like this. However, a place like this was very, very far from The Scorch and all of the awful things it held. 

     Gally took a minute out of awe to just look at the car, remembering back to his childhood ( with the memories he finally now had, thanks WICKED ) to the first time that he'd actually seen a car. It was pure irony that it had been the day he'd had his small home burst into as WICKED's henchmen came to test he and his mother before dragging him from her grasp. 

     "C'mon kid, we ain't got all day." the man says, nudging Gally towards the car. The teen calls him quite the nasty name under his breath as he moves forwards, grasping the handle and pulling it open to reveal....

     "Thomas...." 

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Hey guys!!! Kanky here! I’ve been working quite a bit lately && haven’t had the time to get on, but LIKE THIS for a starter from me later tonight!

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Four Word . Prompts

“Please, come with me.”

“You’re always number one.”

“I can’t do this.”

“I won’t let you.”

“Maybe I’m just crazy.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“Honestly, just stop it.”

“I believe in you.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Who were you with?”

“Please talk to me.”

“I can’t trust you.”

“I need you, though.”

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“So, it was you.”

“I need to go.”

“Just stay with me.”

“You can trust me.”

“Alright, I love you.”

“I’m sorry, but no.”

“Will you help me?”

“You’re a terrible cook.”

“Can you shut up!?”

“You love me, right?”

“I really need you.”

“I don’t love you.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“I really need you.”

“You don’t want me.”

“Let me help you.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“I can’t do this.”

“You think you’re funny?”

“Hey, I said stop!”

“Will you marry me?”

“Wanna go out sometime?”

“I don’t want this.”

“You always this quiet?”

“Are you fucking insane!?”

“I don’t want you.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“This was never right.”

“You look really tired.”

“I’m out of here.”

“You need to go.”

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               QUIT VOTING ME DOWN BEFORE YOU                EVEN THINK ABOUT WHAT I’M SAYING! 

rules. | verses. written by kanky

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Hey Gally, what would you do if Thomas tried to kiss you lolol

     “That shank would be dead meat! I’ll kill him with my own bare hands!” 

     Who spouted that kind of klunk? Gally’ll teach them a lesson! No one messes with him like that that doesn’t want to become another stone in the Deadheads.

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musesgonnamuse:

people say that i am heartless

i’ve just learned to use my heart less

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    “you’re awfully quiet.” they all were, nowadays, and ben supposed it was for good reason. the word veterans pops into his head whenever he looks out over his friends, over the new society they’re putting together. he takes a seat next to gally without being prompted, settles there before going on. “got a lot on your mind? or do you just have nothing to say?”

     It's been a long, long month. The first month they'd had here on this island and Gally still can't seem to shake these feelings deep down inside of him. He didn't think they'd ever go away, not after what had happened. Not after what had been robbed of him. 

     A normal life was something he'd never know. 

     To have Ben point that out-- to point out all of his changes and reclusive tendencies now that things were finally settled -- it flared at his temper. 

     "What the hell do you want me to say, Ben?" 

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After, by @singt0me | 50k (read on ao3)

They don’t know how to live without looking over their shoulders. They go to sleep at night staring up at the stars, and hoping they will come back tomorrow. (Or: The first year in Paradise is bad for some and worse for others.)

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Sitting back, Newt stretched his legs out, feet close to the fire. He would have been up with the other boys, eating, talking, but his right leg was still healing from his fall. Mostly it was good to walk on but he avoided any unnecessary movements with it. Besides the night was cool and the fire was warm. He didn’t need to be up and about to enjoy the moment of peace the gladers often took for themselves. When Alby had first proposed a party every month for the newest Greenie, Newt hadn’t really seen the point in it. One of many reasons why Alby was in charge and he wasn’t. He got it now, of course. They needed time to be boys. To let their minds relax and not think about anything other than goofing off. These parties had slowly become something that New actually looked forward too every month. Often, by the time they rolled around, he was itching for a night of fun.

He hadn’t actually noticed that Gally was missing until he showed up out of no where, with ben right behind him. They came up from the other side of the fire pit and Gally was holding these jars. They were filled with a almost clear liquid that had a sort of brown tint to it. Odd. Ben, behind Gally just a bit, was wobbling everywhere. He had a huge grin on his face and kept laughing at the smallest of things. Now, Newt was well aware that sometimes Gally wasn’t the easiest to get along with. A good man, yeah, he believed that but one who often had bad days. Something he could understand. Gally was just far more outwards with his feelings. Still, he didn’t think Gally was bad. Though for a second, a moment, he thought maybe Gally had poisoned Ben. Seemed out of character, so Newt pushed the thought aside. “What sort of klunk have you got there, Gally?” Newt called out to him. Eyes narrowed slightly as he looked over the two of them and those jars once more. 

     The Greenie parties were so much more than just parties. Gally remembered far back to when Alby had proposed them, saying they had to have something to give everyone something to look forwards to, to show the Green Beans that they weren't as awful and strict as they seemed; that they all really knew how to have fun. Gally had been on board since day one. They all needed some time to relax and even a workaholic like himself could see that. 

     That was why Gally had proposed ideas that had stuck. Ideas such as the Ring and that games that came with it. It gave the Gladers a chance to just be boys and have fun, and what better way to do that than by wrestling and laughing together? The party was the perfect place to release some pent up aggression and laugh about it all in the end. It was good for the boys like himself who didn't dance around the flames or play any of their handmade instruments. 

    The Keeper of the Builders really got into this celebration because it gave him a way to express himself and work even though he wasn't actually working. Which is why he'd taken it a step further by figuring out a way to liven up the party even more. 

     The discovery of his Moonshine was an accident. He'd been lending Zart a hand after a request had been put in for some gates around the fruit trees because some dumb shanks were snagging a snack that they shouldn't be when they thought no one was looking. He'd stumbled across some fermented fruits that had been in the storage with some other ingredients. It got him thinking, wondering if some weird memory of alcohol could be brought into reality. Gally knew what alcohol was, but he didn't know how he knew or even how to make it. 

     It had taken him weeks of experimenting and having a lab rat, but he'd finally perfected it. His own brand of Moonshine, Glader style. 

     He was walking around and introducing it to the others, letting them try it for themselves after seeing Ben acting so...odd. He was already used to others asking him what he had up his sleeve ( or more accurately, what he had bundled in his arms ) that he wasn't even surprised when Newt called out to him. 

     A smirk finds its way onto his lips and he passes the former Runner a jar. "Try it for yourself if you're so curious."