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absolutely adore this post so i’ll add more ideas
the maze subjects braid beads into their hair to signify how long they’ve been there and the more beads you have = the more respect/street cred you have. also, if a maze subject died the other subjects could like wear their beads or bury them or something like that
camp halfblood style necklaces
a maze with extreme weather changes. like one day it can be super hot and the next it could be snowing.
a maze with people that speak different languages. it could be one of the “failed” mazes because no one could understand each other.
a “quiet place” maze where you can’t make any noise during certain times or just the whole time
a river maze where the actual maze is water with tall walls so the ‘runners’ have to swim or use boats. and the way out could be like underwater or above the walls
bird monsters that are blind to certain colors, and WICKED sends limited supplies in that color on purpose so the maze subjects have to ration their things. so like, people make umberellas of our that color so they could be safe during the day or while they ran.
a reverse maze where the glade is full of monsters and the maze is the safe part. but, every month you’re forced to back to the glade for the greenie and supplies. unless, of course, the subjects just decided to leave the greenies to fend for themselves
a maze where once you escape, you just find yourself in another maze but your memories are wiped again and it’s just a random group of people stuck together but they all used to be super close but they don’t remember.
the maze runner maze diversity ideas directly inspired by this @petrichor-idyllic post!!
ive literally been thinking about it nonstop since omg okay BASICALLY its confirmed in the scorch trials movie that there are a bunch of other mazes aside from the glade and group b. since these other mazes are never touched on there are one million and one ways people could go with them in fanfiction in terms of layout, weather conditions, etc. so i wanted to share some!
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#the maze runner#the maze runner series#i had a dream i was in the water one and i didn’t know how to swim
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what we used to be | XVll
Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader
Summary: The morning after Moon's party and the first day of junior year. Things go nothing as expected...
Warnings: dojo rivalry, extreme violence, major injury, swearing, it's the school fight y'all, you know what happens
Word Count: 2.1k
A/N: Uh-oh, drama....
Thank you to those who already reblog and comment, I see you and I love you all for it!
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You woke up the next morning, unaware of your surroundings until you realized you were in Eli’s room. Memories of last night flooded your mind and your heart wrenched at the kiss you shared with him. Brushing your finger over your lips, you felt more pained at the lack of regret from the action.
A knock was heard at the door and you turned to find Eli, dressed for school already. He greeted you with a smile, gaze running over your freshly woken-up state. You grew self-conscious but part of you felt that he wasn’t thinking anything negative.
“My mom texted your mom you crashed here,” he explained. “She dropped your bag off and a change of clothes on her way to work so you don’t have to go,” he gestured to the overnight bag in his hand along with your backpack.
“Thanks,” you smiled, getting out of bed and running a hand over your head.
“Seems like your ankle is feeling better,” he grinned, noticing you were walking on your own.
“Yeah, thanks again,” you smiled before walking into the hall and grabbing the overnight bag from him.
After brushing your teeth and getting ready in the bathroom, you walked back into his room, feeling refreshed. You found him at his desk, packing his bag before he turned to you.
“My mom made blueberry pancakes since they’re your favorite,” he smiled, walking up to you.
“Aww, that’s so sweet of her,” you cooed, turning to grab your backpack and make sure everything was packed. “I’ll probably leave the other bag here, pick it up after school,” you placed your hands on your hips.
“Sounds good,” he took a step closer.
You felt your face heat up at the proximity. “Ready?” You nodded towards the kitchen.
“Wait, just one thing,” he smirked, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him. It was instant, his other hand flying to your waist and his lips crashing on yours.
You pressed a hand to his chest, feeling dazed as you moved your lips along his for a moment before you managed to remember what was going on. “Eli, what are you doing?” You stepped away, placing a hand to your mouth.
Your heart was beating out of your chest.
“Last night,” he trailed, brows furrowed.
“It was one kiss,” you said, licking your lips.
“Right,” his jaw ticked, glancing down. “My mistake,” he brushed past you.
You hated the change in his demeanor. The moment you told him off and he didn’t want to be around you anymore? You should be glad though, you needed the reminder.
If breakfast was awkward, the car ride to school was hell.
You kept quiet but the tension of having Eli being so cold was odd, unnerving.
“Thanks again,” you fidgeted with the straps of your bag as he parked. “I guess I’ll see you around school,” you pressed your lips in a thin line.
“Yeah, see you around,” he didn’t bother to look at you as you made it out of the car.
You shrugged your backpack over your shoulders, Demetri’s frame coming into view and you cocked a brow at his shocked expression.
“Did I just see you with Eli?” Demetri asked. “Did he hurt you?” His eyes widened at your slight limp.
“No,” you blew out a breath, walking in together. “I sprained my ankle.”
“And how does this lead to him driving you to school?” He asked.
“After the party, which hey, thanks for abandoning me,” you shot him a look. “I tripped and he helped me. Since my parents weren’t home, he took me to his place,” you explained. “My mom dropped off my stuff this morning.”
“He took you to his home? Were his parents home? Y/N, read the red flags,” he emphasized with his hands.
You blew out a breath. “Demetri, really?” You cocked a brow. “He was just helping,” you shrugged.
“Did anything happen?” He glanced at you expectedly, almost as if he already knew something did.
You felt ashamed, face heating up as you thought back to last night.
“We talked,” you shrugged. “And we kissed,” you sighed. “Just one kiss,” you felt guilty for admitting it. “You should’ve seen him, Demetri, he was himself again and I gave in, I still love him,” you dropped your head. “And this morning he kissed me thinking we got back together,” you pouted. “I've never been kissed like that before,” you emphasized.
“You have because you’ve only kissed him,” he cocked a brow at you. “But I guess I understand, it’s not easy watching him change. I’d do anything to have things be normal again,” he shrugged.
You sent him a sympathetic look, realizing he lost his best friend too. “If only he wasn’t an ass.”
“Hey, maybe someday in the future, we’ll be the three musketeers again,” he patted your shoulder. “Now, c’mon, we’re going to be late for AP Bio,” he wrapped his arm around your neck, loosely.
His change in tone lightened the mood.
You were grateful you still had Demetri.
“Remind me why I decided to take that class again?” You asked.
“Blame your mother,” he joked, making you laugh.
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The class announcements were sounding off through the intercom when there was a commotion going on. The announcer was struggling and you glanced at Demetri, curiosity spreading across both your features.
“Sam LaRusso, you know what you did,” Tory’s voice rang. “I’m coming for you, bitch,” she spat then feedback was heard.
The room grew in hushed whispers before everyone bolted up when the disturbance grew in the halls.
Sending Demetri a look, you followed him, confusion all over your face until you approached a huddle, Sam and Tory facing off.
“I saw what you did at the party, you kissed Miguel,” Tory seethed.
Sam was speechless, glancing at a hurt Robby.
Your heart ached, not able to imagine Eli cheating on you or you on him. As much of an ass he was, you don’t think he’d ever hurt you in that way.
Too caught up in your mind you almost missed when Tory swung first, repeatedly hitting Sam.
Your friend protected herself from the hits, trying to escape but Tory caught her, kicking her in the back.
Sam went flying, being caught by Eli and his buddies.
The group cackled as Eli shoved her back into the fight.
Your heart wrenched.
This should be stopping.
Deciding it best, you ran towards the girls much to the dismay of Demetri. You were about to grab onto Tory’s shoulder when hands squeezed your arms, pushing you against them.
“Stay out of this,” Eli gritted, grip tight before he pulled you along with him, holding you back as the fight ensued.
“Get off of me!” You batted at his arms and he listened, but he didn’t let you interfere, arm blocking your path.
Robby did though, pushing Tory against the lockers. That’s when Miguel joined in and the two boys began fighting.
All hell broke loose.
Eli pushed you off to the side as he punched two students, screaming through the halls. You backed into the lockers, keeping yourself safe.
You watched as everyone paired off, Miyagi-Do vs. Cobra Kai. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Moon pleading for everyone to get along. Eyes widening, you hurried over, pulling her out of the way before she got body-slammed into the lockers.
A scream escaped her as the guys hit the lockers, barely missing her.
“Are you okay?” You asked her.
She nodded, backing into the crowd.
The fights continued, Tory pushing Sam down another hall and the crowd pushed you to follow as the fight broke out at the school entrance by the stairs.
Demetri came through the doors with a teacher but after seeing his co-worker get hurt by a student, he walked out. Then Eli caught sight of Demetri before he ran after him.
The fury in his eyes made your heart raced and you knew you needed to go after them.
Picking up your pace, you turned down the hall, losing sight of them and you weren’t sure if they had gone left or right. You shouted for Demetri, hoping you’d find him before Eli but it was hard to catch your breath, the pain radiating in your ankle was slowing you down, and panic set in.
You shouted for him again, your heart raced at the idea of what Eli would do to him. Turning back around, you bumped into someone.
A familiar face came into view and you recognized your old friend, Rickenberger. A student of Cobra Kai.
“You’re cute if you think I’m gonna let you get past me,” he snickered. “Your little friend deserves what Hawk will do to him, same as you,” he stared you down.
“I’m not here to play games,” you scoffed, backing away. “I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”
“Can’t let that happen, traitor,” he held your shoulder, stopping you.
“So, what? You’re gonna fight me?” You sneered. “You’re insane,” you bumped shoulders with him. Your brows furrowed as you passed him but they raised in shock the moment he pushed you, sweeping your legs out from under you.
You screamed in pain, the impact hurting your ankle as you landed on the tile floor.
“You could’ve been on the right side, but no, you had to join Miyagi-Do,” he squatted down, pinning his hand to your back and kneeling on your arm to prevent you from getting up.
“Why are you doing this?” You gritted in pain.
“Because you’re a traitor,” he spat. “You leaving Cobra Kai affected us all, we wanted to get back at you for what you did,” he gritted.
“We?” Your heart broke at the thought that Eli would want to hurt you physically.
“Don’t get all teary-eyed, Hawk didn’t want us doing shit. Why do you think I’m taking my chance now that you’re all alone? No boyfriend to protect you,” he snickered.
His teasing sent anger to course through you and you yelled, taking him off balance, and punching him square in the face.
He fell to the side, face touching his cheek before he spit out blood. The stare he sent you wasn’t friendly but you were already on your feet, ready for whatever he threw your way.
Charging at you with a raised fist, you remember wax on, wax off. Ingrained in your memory you managed to block his hits, sending a powerful punch right in his chest.
“You think Hawk’s gonna like you hurting me?” You spat, you pushed your hair out of your face.
He chuckled. “He’s not going to know a thing.”
Swinging his leg, he threw you off guard, landing a kick to your side.
You faltered, your weight falling on your bad ankle and you hissed in pain. The stress placed on it made your limp more noticeable compared to before. You were at a disadvantage.
He struck again, this time sending a punch right in your face.
You flew back, clutching your nose and you saw blood. Then he threw another and another. You blocked the last, using your good leg to kick him away. As he fell back, you tasted blood and the adrenaline found its way back into your body. Standing a few feet from you, he watched you with such mockery. You began running towards him, ignoring the pain in your ankle.
He couldn’t think before you engulfed him, using your momentum to spin him into the air and crush him to the tile. He groaned out in pain as you stood over him.
“We shouldn’t be fighting,” you heaved, that move taking it out on you.
He stared up at you, face contorted in pain. He didn’t say anything, almost contemplating and you thought you had him but he grabbed your bad ankle, sending you to the floor.
You couldn’t process it until he grabbed you under the arms, hoisting you up like a child. You stared at him in shock, your feet brushing the floor. You used your free arms to punch and push at his face but it was no use, he wasn’t budging. You tried so hard to fight him back, the pain in your underarms becoming evident. It was uncomfortable. You couldn’t get the upper hand, it was useless, at the end of the day he was stronger and you were injured.
He had fury in his eyes as he screamed and threw you against the lockers with all his might.
The ringing of the impact filled your ears and immediately, a sharp pain was felt on the side of your head. You fell to the ground, limbs limp. Your vision was blurry, your mind was confused about why stars were shining inside the halls. Something warm and wet dribbled down the side of your face as he said something.
“No mercy, bitch,” he spat.
That was the last thing you heard before all the noise rang out and everything turned black.
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WHOLESOME TIKTOK LADY DIED :(((
For those of you who may not know her name, this is her:
She was so precious…
Here’s her yt
be sure to send her family all the love 💕 💕 💕
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we don’t deserve our editors. sending love to EVERY SINGLE EDITOR out there ❤️
I’m convinced if ppl on this site knew how crappy gifs look before you color them properly, they would appreciate editors more
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Palestinian men and boys in Gaza describe the torture, humiliation, and dehumanization that they suffered during their time as captives of the Israeli occupation forces. “They forced us to make dogs’ sounds,” one man tells the camera. “If you refused to do so, they would beat you.” Another tells the reporter, “When they saw us falling asleep, they would come with a lighter and burn our backs with it.”
“Every hour was like years,” the same man says. “The torture was unbelievable.” Reports have emerged in recent days of mass roundups, torture, and execution of men and boys in Beit Hanoun and other parts of north Gaza. Detainees were identified by loved ones and others in the community who recognized them from the photos the occupation forces have been releasing.
As more footage and testimony are released, the depth of the horrors inflicted upon our people in Gaza are being brought to light. While we may never know the full extent of those horrors, what we already know is enough for any person of conscience to be able to identify as war crimes that are as depraved as they are systematic.
“My message for the world is to look at those detainees,” the final detainee tells viewers. “We are respected people. We are not animals.”
Via palestinianyouthmovement
Video Aljazeera
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Fanfic idea
Batman visiting crime Alley like he does, and the reader lives in a (crappy) apartment building overlooking crime Alley. And the reader always sees batman visiting crime Alley, she doesn't know what for or why, but she can always tell that he looks a bit sullen while visiting.
So she starts to leave out little treats for him on the window still/fire escape for him. Cookies or maybe soda, a piece of cake she baked that day. She also leaves little notes,
'I don't know what you're going through but I know you'll get through it 🩷'
'I hope you're having a good day :)'
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sometimes life puts you in the same situation again to see if you’re still a dumbass
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if this man snuck up on me like this???
trust id be grinding my ass back on that dick like there’s no tomorrow 😭
i’ll be giving myself and that mf CARPERT BURN but idgaf🤣🤣
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currently watching "billy the kid" and if my little mexican heart didn't already love tom blyth istg
very much not cool about it, definitely freaking out, absolutely going feral
live laugh love tom blyth ‼️‼️
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You know what would have been a great ending for Finnick?
The mutts viciously attack him in the sewers. It looks like he's not gonna make it, but Katniss and Peeta refuse to leave him behind.
He's done so much to save them and look out for them and they know what happens to people who are left behind. But GALE (FUCKING GALE) goes all soldier and shuts the door on him, claiming he's too far gone.
Then, either during the bombing or slightly before they're arguing with Gale. Peeta looks like himself again, kind and determined to save his friends. It's familiar to Katniss. As they argue, they see a man hole cover open and who emerges bloody and battered? Finnick.
OR they find him at Snows mansion because the Mutts didn't kill him. They dragged him back all the way through the sewers to return Snows Toy.
Finnick is alive but BADLY scarred. On his chest, arms, face. Maybe even missing a finger or two. One of his eyes has gone a little cloudy and a streak of his hair haa turned a platnium white from the fear and trauma.
Finally, they're all safe. Haymitch makes a joke about "what's it like not being pretty anymore? No better than the rest of us."
Katniss later apologisea for this joke but Finnick tells her he's right.
"My body has never been my own. The capital had always had final say. They took away every scar and blemish. All the nicks I'd ever gotten from learning how to make hooks. Every callous in my hands, every scratch they left down my back.
I know it's bad, people can't stop staring at me, but hey, I'm used to that, right?... I was afraid of what Annie might think, but I know she still loves me. And if looking like this means that she's the only person who will ever want to touch me again, then it's a blessing.
We're free, Katniss."
I think Finnick having his "beauty taken away" by scars and wounds is something he would find so comforting. His beauty had been a curse, but now he has agency again.
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Wattpad girlies love Tom Blyth as Coriolanus Snow because we grew up with Lucky Blue Smith as faceclaim
Don't deny the truth
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LATINAS FOR TOM BLYTH
i started watching Billy The Kid and MY LAWWWDDD nothing gets my mexican ass going like a white man defending my community🙇♀️ (im only in ep 2 and i'd never heard of this billy before)
IN A WORLD OF BOYS HES A GENTLEMAN
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"Not all men" you're absolutely right, Sejanus Plinth would never treat me like this
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