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Thomas: We need a good distraction. Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making annoying noises?
Chuck, staring off into the distance: My time has come.
Gally: Iâm fine, Y/N.
Y/N: Oh, youâre fine? Thatâs good. Iâm gonna put that on your tombstone.
Y/N: âHe said he was fine. He was strong.â
Gally: I never know what to say to people at funerals.
Y/N: Just say âIâm sorry for your lossâ then move on.
Gally: Yeah, okay.
*later, at the funeral*
Gally: Iâm sorry for your loss. Move on.
{inside the maze}
Thomas: Minho, how about you help out a little more?
Minho: I am helping!
Thomas: How exactly are you helping?
Minho: Iâm providing hilarious commentary.
Y/N: Hey, I think I left my shirt at your hut.
Gally: Whatâs it look like?
Y/N: Like a shirt that isnât yours.
Newt: where is the idiot, anyway?
Thomas: Iâm right here
Newt: surprisingly enough, I'm not talking about you this time
Thomas: *entering the room noticeably disheveled* sorry I'm late. I was doing stuff.
Gally: *stumbling into the room, also disheveled* HE JUST PUSHED ME DOWN THE STAIRS!
Y/N: Iâm sorry to tell you this, but you do have emotions and the capacity to feel them.
Gally: Hey! You take that back!
Minho: you're smiling, did something good happen?
Thomas: can't I just smile because I feel like it?
Newt: Gally tripped and fell in the parking lot
Newt: tomorrow is garbage day
Thomas: I can't believe they have a whole day dedicated to Gally
Newt: What kinds of sounds annoy you?
Minho: Are you referring to real sounds or imaginary ones?
Newt, now interested: Lets say imaginary.
Minho: Spiders wearing flip flops.
Gally: I think my instincts about people are way better than yours.
Y/N: And why would you think that?
Gally: Well, I picked you. And you picked me.
Thomas: Minho, what do we do?
Minho: *panicking* I donât know!
Thomas: but youâre the oldest!
Minho: *panicked screaming* NOT MENTALLY
hii!! If you haven't got any reqs atm I'd love to ask for a cute fluffy domestic maybe modern au of tmr gally x fem reader but eith the other characters too :)
Iike maybe college au?? Where they have like a movie/game night and all cram themselves into someone's apartment. Cook dinner, play games, and usually end up in a heap either asleep or watching a movie lololol perhaps also an oblivious reader and very obvious gally ans people trying to help him get eith her hehe
Game Night
Gally x Fem!Reader
WC: 2413
Friday nights always smelled like Newtâs candles. Vanilla, usually. But when he was feeling dramatic -or smug- he broke out the florals. Tonight the whole apartment reeked of rose and honey. Final results werenât due for another week, so unless heâd cracked the professorâs gradebook, Newt knew something the rest of us didnât.
Frypan ran the kitchen like the navy, barking orders while stirring spaghetti. Newt got stuck measuring seasoning. Teresa slicing french bread with surgical precision. Minho was self-proclaimed âGame Master,â because whether by his choice or the groupâs, he always planned the entertainment. Brenda sat on the kitchen peninsula, persistent in her attempts at distracting her boyfriend.
And then there was Gally. He sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch, aimless, like he hadnât figured out where he fit among the mess of blankets and friends. Heâd already graduated trade school, and though he was proud of his carpentry, it left him feeling out of step with the others. Classes, exams, dorm gossip- none of it belonged to him anymore. Heâd always felt a certain distance from his peers, but lately the gap felt wider, harder to ignore.
It didnât help that his younger brother, Chuck, seemed closer to Thomas than to him. Their playful rivalry had stopped feeling so playful the more Thomas treated Chuck like the brother he never had, despite already having his sister, Teresa to dote on. Not for the first time, Gally wished he wasnât the odd one out.
Just like every other game night, he offered to build Thomas and Newt a dining room table, insisting that it would be no trouble, good practice for his carpentry, and just like every other Game Night, Newt brushed it off and explained he didnât mind using the TV trays.
Finally, you stepped inside Thomas and Newtâs crowded apartment, shrugging off your coat and dropping a shopping bag on the counter, rambling about traffic- how it should not take 45 minutes to pick up ice cream from Safeway- before finally elbowing past Minho to put it in the freezer.
âOw! No need for the hostility Y/N. Youâre the one whoâs 20 minutes late.â
âReally, Minho? You know good and well Iâm only late because you forgot weâre making sundaes and left me to pick up the pieces. You're lucky I got you maraschino cherries slinthead.â You grinned at Gally, âDonât worry, Gal, I got the caramel sauce.â
âDid you get the-â Thomas started before you cut him off.
âYes you big baby, I got the hot fudge for you, and the sprinkles for Brenda. I got Fryâs Magic Shell and Teresaâs Andes.â You returned to the counter, removing all the toppings for the shopping bag before pulling out Root Beer, âI got the Root Beer for your float, Newt. Without me youâd all be miserable.â You turned towards Thomas, narrowly missing the lovesick puppy look in Gallyâs eyes. âNow are you gonna make the popcorn or do I have to do everything for you?â
âAlright, alright!â Thomas said, raising his hands in surrender, chastened by your ruthless efficiency. He pulled the microwave popcorn down from the designated pantry cabinet. Finally you lowered yourself to the floor next to Gally. You fiddled with the hair at the nape of his neck.
âI know, I know, I need a haircut.â
âNo, I was just thinking you look nice with the longer hair.â He looked away from your face.
âItâs not long.â
âOf course itâs not. I only mean that itâs not cropped down to your skull.â You moved your hand to the top of his head, ruffling the short locks, missing the flush on the tips of his ears.
âDonât get used to it, alright.â
âWouldnât dream of it.â
Minho cut off the conversation.âI have a beard trimmer I got for christmas. I can get it and you two can stop being mushy.â
You shot Minho a glare, âWeâre not doing makeovers tonight.â
âOf course weâre not. Weâre doing truth or dare.â
âSeriously, shank?â
âNot my idea, Newt suggested it.â Now that was surprising. Newt rarely had opinions on the game, choosing to spend the whole night mooning over his boyfriend instead of participating. Currently he was pressing his face into the aforementioned boyfriendâs shoulder while he microwaved the popcorn.
Frypan finally declared dinner done and the group commenced serving themselves. The couch was packed, but Brenda still insisted you sit next to Gally, so you were crammed shoulder to shoulder. You took the opportunity and snuck a meatball from his plate.
âHey!â
âYou always get more meat than me and anyway, it tastes better stolen.â He dodged as you dived for more, nearly crashing into Frypan before he made the wise decision to just sit on the floor and give you space. Brenda joined him and was glad she had, as your attacks grew more vicious, eventually abandoning your now empty plate to tackle Gally. Playfulling antagonizing him was one of your favourite things to do and the group knew to leave space for roughhousing once it began.
Gally didnât fight back very hard and eventually landed flat on his back with you straddling his stomach, a hand on either side of his face. You loved how he looked like this, laughing softly. You wished you could trace his freckles, wished he liked you the same way you liked him. What you didnât know was that he was looking up at you and wishing the same thing. And the rest of your friends were wishing you two werenât so frustratingly oblivious.
Finally pulling back and removing yourself from Gally, you realised everyone else had finished with their pasta and grabbed yours and Gallyâs plates, rinsing them and putting them in the dishwasher. When you returned to the group, you realized they were all ribbing Gally about something.
âAre we gonna start the game or what?â You asked, hoping to distract from whatever was clearly bothering Gally. He looked up at you, made a face you couldnât read and looked away.
âYou bet we are.â Minho breezed over the rules and looked around for his first victim.
âTruth or dare, Thomas?â
âUm, truth?â Minho groaned. âFine, how did you know you were into Newt?â
Thomas glanced sidewise at his boyfriend. âWell I knew I liked him sophomore year of high school when he shared his notes in psychology, but I only got up the nerve to tell him when I thought he was going to a different college and I wouldnât have to see him if he hated me for it.â
âLotta good that did ya, waiting when Iâd liked you the whole time.â
âIâm not saying it was a smart decision to wait.â He looked around the circle for someone to pick before grinning. âTeresa! Truth or dare?â
Teresa rolled her eyes, âDare.â
He grinned wider still. â1 minute unbroken eye contact⊠with Minho.â
She shrugged. âEasy.â She walked over to Minho and kneeled in front of him. She only got about halfway through the challenge when Minho broke eye contact.
âI canât man, sheâs doing that dead eye thing. You know that freaks me out.â
âThatâs why I do it, Min.â Thomas smiled, knowing heâd got his revenge on Minho and nodded to Teresa that she could stop. She moved back over to her spot and moved the game along. Dares made Brenda set a timer so she couldnât touch Frypan for twenty minutes. Newt admitted his celebrity crush (Jonathan Bailey), which earned the expected teasing (âBrown eyed brunet. You SO have a type.â). Frypan confessed his greatest fear: spiders.
âMinho!â
âDare.â
âText your crush. And not something negligible about homework, send them your best pickup line.â
Minho looked hesitant at first before relenting and opening his phone. Gallyâs phone went off a moment later and he froze before checking it. âWork email.â
âDude you didnât have to look so disgusted.â
âMinho, you know good and well that would have been a weird way to find out your friend is into you.â You piped up, defending Gally even though he didnât really need it.
âWhatever, Y/N. I still havenât sent it yet. Newt, whatâs Sonyaâs number?â
Thomas had to hold the blond back. âStay away from my sister, you little shank.â
âKidding!â Minho laughed before pressing send and closing his phone.
âWhoâd you text?â You asked.
âNot part of the dare. Y/N, truth or dare.â
âUm,â You hesitated, not wanting to reveal your crush on Gally, but nervous what Minho had planned, âTr- Dare. I'm going with dare.â
âIâm gonna get my beard trimmer and youâre going to touch up Gallyâs buzz.â You scrambled for an excuse not to do it.
âBut Gally didnât consent to that.â
âAlright.â You breathed a sigh of relief before the other shoe dropped, âGally gets a free skip if he lets you shave his hair.â
Gally let out a long breath. âFine. My looks are at your mercy, Y/N.â Minho grinned and ran to his apartment across the hall, returning with a trimming kit in hand.
After a tense 20 minutes of trying not to nick Gally, his hair was once again shorn close to his head. You returned to the living room. After you dared him to eat one of Minhoâs cherries (âItâs such a waste, he doesn't even like them.â âBecause theyâre nothing but sugar Minho.â),frypan came after Gally.
âGally. Truth or dare?â
âDare.â
âText your crush. It doesnât even have to be flirty, just text them.â
âSkip.â His face was redder than the spaghetti sauce from earlier as he said it.
âGally?â He didnât meet your eyes.
âIâm skipping. Itâs not happening. She doesn't like me.â
âThen sheâs a big dumb idiot. Anyone would be lucky to have you.â You grabbed his hand, rubbing his knuckles.
Minho sighed. âFrypan, pick a new victim.â
âY/N.â
âHey wait! Donât we have a no dare-backs rule?â
Minho seemed thoughtful. âIâll allow it.â
Worried heâd use the same dare heâd chosen for Gally, who you now knew liked another girl, and knowing you did not have the privilege of a skip, you quietly whispered, âTruth.â
âY/N, have you ever been in love?â Letting out a sigh of relief, you nodded.
âYes.â
Gally snapped his head towards yours and you felt your cheeks heat.
âWho?â You shook your head at him.
âIt doesnât matter.â
âOf course it matters.â
âIâm not telling you.â
He swallowed, âOh.â
âTeresa.â
âTruth.â
âKiss, Marry, Kill: Minho, Brenda, and Frypan.â
âKiss Minho, Marry Brenda. Sorry Fry.â
âHey, I agree with you. Iâd marry Brenda too.â Glad that the PDA ban was over, Brenda climbed into his lap and kissed his cheek.
âSoftie.â
âIâve always been the softie. Itâs why you love me.â
Minho faked retching at the affection. âTeresa, pick next.â
âY/N.â
âThis is so unfair! Iâm being ganged up on!â
âTruth or dare?â
âFine! Truth.â
âWho in this room are you most attracted to?â You mumbled your answer. Minho pushed, âSorry, couldnât hear that. Come again?â
âGally, okay? I have a big fat crush on him and he doesnât like me like that and itâs fine but stop being a dick about it! Itâs not funny! My feelings arenât a joke. Iâm going home.â You got up, grabbing your jacket and running out the door before doubling back. âMinho, you owe me 30 bucks for the sundae supplies.â You rushed towards the elevator, glad for once that you lived on campus and didnât have to stay and put up with their teasing. You pressed the close door button over and over again, not wanting to see anyone follow you out. Finally you stepped off the elevator into the lobby. You noticed Alby, the landlord, fixing a lightbulb and nodded towards him in acknowledgement, trying to keep your composure.
You finally slipped through the doors and tried to recall where youâd parked. When you heard soft footsteps behind you, you didnât bother turning around, assuming it was Newt, ever the peacemaker.
âLeave it, alright? Iâm not in the mood to go back there just for Minho to bully me again. Iâll apologize tomorrow, I just can't be around him right now.â
âMinho⊠or me?â You turned.
âGally.â You sounded a bit surprised.
âExpecting someone else?â
âKind of. I just announced Iâm in love with you and youâre not into me, so you shouldnât have to deal with it- with me right now.â Tears started leaking from your eyes, even as you tried to hold them in.
âYouâre in love with me?â
âHow could I not be?â Your breath caught on a sob, âYouâre the most wonderful guy.â
âYou think Iâm not into you?â
âYou arenât. Youâre into mystery girl who doesnât like you back because sheâs stupid.â
âSheâs not stupid.â
âIâm not trying to disparage her, I just mean that you deserve someone who likes you back.â
He shook his head. âSheâs not stupid at all. Sheâs you.â You froze and started to shake your head.
âDonât just say that to make me feel better. You deserve to be happy.â
âI wonât be happy if I donât have you.â
âYou have me, Iâll still be your friend, you donât need to date me to be around me.â
âBut I want to. Iâve been in love with you for years. Why do you think I let you steal from my plate and call me at work and touch me? Why do you think youâre my phone lockscreen?â
âBecause Iâm your best friend?â You asked, in a last ditch attempt at protecting your heart.
âYou are, but youâre more than that. Youâre⊠everything.â He stepped forward, taking you in his arms. You pressed your face into his shoulder.
âIâm getting your sweater all wet.â
âI donât care.â
âIâm an idiot.â
âNo youâre not.â
âEveryone hates me.â
âThey donât. Itâs their fault anyway. They spent all night picking on you.â
âThank you, Gally.â You looked at his face, looping your arms around his neck.
His voice was rough, âCan I kiss you? Actually, no. Sorry. You've been crying. That would be weird.â
âYes.â
âWhat?â
âYes, you can kiss me.â You giggled, âIt wouldnât be weird, it would be perfect.â
He scanned your eyes for any sign you werenât okay with this before leaning down and closing his mouth over yours.
Three stories up, your friends watched from their window.
âWere we too harsh?â Fry asked.
âNah,â Newt replied, âthey needed the push.â
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