The Cook

Just stay out of my kitchen.... and don't take my wax paper. {An Indie Book Canon Frypan from The Maze Runner}  

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namedafternewton:

“He ain’t my cat, he’s my mother bloody cat and I hate him just as much as everybody else does.” He replies, crossing his arms over his chest. The boy laughs, not thinking much about it. Fry couldn’t actually be serious. Ghosts  weren’t real and his chicken was definitely not possessed, it was just an animal that belonged outside and knew it.

“Maybe I c’n get the pastor over to your house too -- maybe some upset spirits got him all feisty ‘nd whatnot. Want me to hook you up, man?” he asked seriously, pulling his phone out now to text the exorcist before glan- cing up at Newt for confirmation.

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namedafternewton:

“Yeah an’ you sick ‘er on me and I’ll be letting Buttons have a go at him, see how she likes that.” Newt replies with a grin, crossing his arms over his chest. “And no problem. Just… train your chicken or somethin’ mate. I’m tired of chasin’ her down the street. I do enough runnin’ at track, don’t need to be wearin’ myself out chasing a damn bloody bird down the road every other day.” He honestly  didn’t really mind all that much, but he would prefer that it became a less frequent occurrence.

“Boy, you can’t train a goddamn chicken. Have you trained yer cat to stop bein’ Lucifer incarnate? Best I can do is change the locks and hope she don’t pick them with her goddamn feathers I mean Jesus Christ...” he trailed off, mostly talking to himself by this point as he turns to put Maggie securely inside the house and making absolutely positive to shut the door tight behind him. “Nothin’ I can do if she walks through the goddamn walls or somethin’” he muttered, making his way back to where he was standing with Newt. “I need to get this house exorcised or somethin’, maybe a demon’s got a hold of Maggie or somethin’, I dunno man.”

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namedafternewton:

“Again?” He calls from the second floor. Why in the hell did that damn chicken get lose so often? “Did ya leave the door open?” He knows  he didn’t do it, hell, he hadn’t left his room all day. Newt groans as he pauses his video game, slipping on his shoes and jogging down the stairs. “Get out of the bloody way, I swear if that damn chicken gets lose again, imma let someone turn ‘im into dinner.” He says, pushing past Fry and running down the road after the chicken. It doesn’t take him more than twenty seconds to catch up to the run- away bird and he scoops her up lightly, slowing down as he made  sure he had a good hold on Maggie without hurting her. He mumbles something along the lines of ‘stupid bloody bird’ as he walks back  to Fry, handing him his pet chicken. 

Siggy leans against his porch railing as he waits for the track runner to get back. He still had no idea how she got out; maybe his ma had been leaving or somethin’ and left the door open too long or she was, in fact, a magic chicken that could teleport at random. Either theory seemed equally likely, as this was at least the fourth time this month this has happened. When Newt returns with his chicken, Fry stands to collect her and hugs her gently between his torso and the crook of his arm, shaking his head a little. “You call my chicken d-i-n-n-e-r again and I might just have to sic ‘er on you, you hear me?” He was joking, of course; Fry would likely cycle through threats until he stop- ped calling her food. He paused a moment, scratching the top of her head before looking back up at Newt, saying, “But hey, thanks man.”

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namedafternewton

“God dammit ---- Newt!” he called from the front porch of his house. Maggie must have gotten out again somehow and she was halfway down the street by the time he had noticed and hot damn she was moving fast. Fry would never understand why she liked running ar- ound so much when she was often content to sit in his lap watching TV or doing homework or something. “Newt, the chicken’s out again!” he continued cursing his pet under his breath as he waited for the other boy to get his damn skinny ass down here and get his chick- en god damn. Siggy was not a runner and Maggie would practically be Christmas dinner by the time he was able to catch up with her; Newt on the other hand -- that boy had some speed. And besides, this wasn’t the first time he’s had to recruit him in hopes of getting his pet back. “Newt, I swear to god...!”

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“I love the holidays!” Fry started to ramble, pulling a ham out of the oven “Everyone gettin’ together an’ cozyin’ together and get- ting all nice and warm and -- oh, man, we got to make some christ- mas cookies, ASAP,” he cut himself off in realization, practically flying to the pantry and hauling out everything they would need. “You are planning on helping me this year, aren’t you?”

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“Listen!!” the cook shouted, balling his large hands into fists  at his side as his face flushed with heat, frustrated as all hell.  He didn’t get angry often, but when he did ----- ---- fucking hell,  you’d do well to let it blow over. “-- Listen to me, okay? You can’t  keep ignorin’ me like this!!” Siggy took a breath and found some  kind of calm, for the most part. “I know -- I know I ain’t as important  as some’a the others, but I got some ideas and it ain’t right’a you to  keep brushin’ me off like that, y’know??”

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The Maze Runner Scenery + Tilt-Shift

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Newt-I’m-actually-a-gentleman teaching Frypan how to respect girls

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nxwtxn:

  ❝——Great. My job is to peel potatoes for you all lovin’ day from now on.❞

       “Sorry, shank,” he said as sympathetically as he could manage. “’f you want, you could be shuckin’ corn, but, y’know... figured peelin’ pota- toes would be more useful. Still got a job to do.”

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“Th-they said yes? I can be a Cook?”

Fry gave the Greenie a wide grin. “Sho’ did. Claimed you myself -- e’ry one else said yes, o’ course, so!! Anyway,      ----- you ready??”

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150 Follower Contest

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namedafternewton:

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[namedafternewton]

150 Follower Contest

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namedafternewton:

So, I realized I haven’t done a contest on this blog and I’m really in a mood to make things before classes get too hectic and I don’t have the time so, here’s a thing.

Rules:

You must be following me. (Don’t be that person that unfollows after the contest is over please.)

Reblogs and Likes count. You may reblog as many times as you want, but just don’t spam your followers. 

This contest end August 22nd, 2015 at 10pm. I will announce the winners that night and hopefully have prizes finished the next day.

I will message you when you’re announced the winner, if you do not reply to me within 48 hours, I will choose a new winner.

There will be two winners, the winners will get to choose one prize each.

Prizes (see examples of all prizes under read more): 

Icons (how many you get will depend on how many I want to/can make.

A theme background image.

A Promo Graphic.

An online and offline graphic (if you choose this one, you will get one online graphic and one online graphic.)

Keep reading

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namedafternewton:

Newt nods, moving around to look at the various boxes of food. “So what are the portions we’re givin’ here?

“Well, you got’ta give ‘em mostly fillin’ foods, if you can -- potatoes,  nuts are always real helpful --- and then lots’o vegetables and fruit,  too, since that’s most all we got. Any Twinkies or whatever the Run- ners grab that don’t go bad -- we only give ‘em a few o’ those an’  save the rest for other days. Spread ‘em all out, you know? You get  good at it after a while; can pretty much go on sight.”

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namedafternewton:

The blond grins. “Yeah, we’ll see about that, Sigmund.”  Newt replies, uncrossing his arms and shaking his head. “We gonna do this or what?”

“Maybe if you can stop complainin’ and stallin’ for two seconds, we can,” he teased, smiling wide and starting up the stovetop. “Ready?”