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So I was rewatching the Maze Runner and like… this is the best concept ever. Teenage boys, trapped together for the foreseeable future, and the smartest thing they can think of… is the go explore the maze of doom. But let’s be honest. If 50+ teenage boys were shoved into a box, they’d get up to way wilder shit than just some light homicide.
He's just a babygirl at heart, ignore all the crimes he's committed.
bitches be like “oh, look, a new emotion” and then it’s thomas from the maze runner
What the sound said.
Dystopia men. That's it.
Ask and thee shall receive:
His Tommy
His Tommy (Newtmas)
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: graphic descriptions, insanity, depressed Newt, SPOILERS, blood, self exiting, guns/knifes, please tell me if I missed any
Summary: Newt’s flare is getting worse and even Thomas can’t help him now.
(For @ssseashell and anybody else who’s been looking for this. Not my finest work but it’s something)
He stared blankly at the boy, not entirely sure what to do. He recognised him, there was warmth and happiness linking with this boy, but no, that couldn’t be right. The voices, they told him that the munies were bad, they kept him safe, the voices did.
His voice was soft but it sounded like one thousand tiny knives that pierced Newt’s ears, “Hey. Newt. It’s me, Thomas. You still remember me, right?”
That was it. Thomas. That greenie, the one who had hovered on the edge of his decaying mind for a long time. He was his friend, wasn’t he? And yet Newt would not forget how the boy had ignored his note.
How could he? What kind of friend would leave him like he was, trapped with his insanity and the voices. No, that wasn’t right, the voices were his friend, the voices kept him safe. But, wasn’t Thomas his friend? No, he couldn’t be, what kind of friend didn’t even fill out his final request.
“I bloody remember you, Tommy. You just came to see me at the Palace, rubbed it in that you ignored my note. I can’t go completely crazy in a few days.”
The boys hazel eyes filled with sadness and hurt but he felt no sympathy. This was not his friend, the voices told him so.
“Then why are you here? Why are you with … them?” He looked towards the cranks and Newt found the voices telling him what to say. Besides, the words were true, weren’t they? The voices knew best.
“It comes and goes, man. I can’t explain it. Sometimes I can’t control myself, barely know what I’m doing. But usually it’s just like an itch in my brain, throwing everything off-kilter just enough to bother me—make me angry.”
“You seem fine right now.”
Newt would have smiled if he wasn’t so angry with the boy. Did he really think he could ignore his note and then pretend that everything was fine and expect him to pretend nothing had changed. That he hadn’t changed.
“Yeah, well. The only reason I’m with these wackers from the Palace is because I don’t know what else to do. They’re fighting, but they’re also a group. You find yourself alone, you don’t have a bloody chance.”
“Newt,” Thomas started softly, “come with me this time, right now. We can take you somewhere safer, somewhere better to …”
Newt laughed humourlessly his head twitching as he did so. How could he possibly suggest him? Did he even know what Thomas had put him through.
No, Thomas is our friend, he wants to help us, it was a small squeak in the back of his head, the part of his brain not contaminated by the flare.
But the voices knew best, and so he should abide to their wishes.
“Get out of here, Tommy. Get away.”
“Just come with me,” Thomas was begging now, his eyes wide. “I’ll tie you up if it makes you feel better.”
This made Newt snap, “Just shut up, you shuck traitor! Didn’t you read my note? You can’t do one last, lousy thing for me? Gotta be the hero, like always? I hate you! I always hated you!”
But that wasn’t true, he didn’t really hate Thomas, did he? He didn’t even know anymore.
“Newt …” Thomas tried again but Newt continued, “It was all your fault! You could’ve stopped them when the first Creators died. You could’ve figured out a way. But no! You had to keep it going, try to save the world, be the hero. And you came to the Maze and never stopped. All you care about is yourself! Admit it! Gotta be the one people remember, the one people worship! We should’ve thrown you down the Box hole!”
He didn’t know why he was so angry but he couldn’t help himself. Someone shouted something from behind Thomas, “I’m gonna blast him! Get out of the way!”
“Don’t! It’s just me and him! Don’t do anything!”
Why the hell was Thomas defending him, he was evil. Evil, evil, evil, and Newt hated him. But did he really?
“Newt, stop. Just listen to me. I know you’re okay in there. Enough to hear me out.”
He almost laughed again, but instead curled his lip in disgust, “I hate you, Tommy!”
The boy looked hurt and even, a little frightened. He took a step away from Newt, with only added to his rage.
“I hate you I hate you I hate you! After all I did for you, after all the freaking klunk I went through in the bloody Maze, you can’t do the one and only thing I’ve ever asked you to do! I can’t even look at your ugly shuck face!”
He was becoming more and more riled by the second, spit dripping from his mouth as he glared at Thomas. The boy took two more steps backward and said quietly, “Newt, you need to stop. They’re going to shoot you. Just stop and listen to me! Get in the van, let me tie you up. Give me a chance!”
That was his ticking point. All his built up rage bubbled over and he let out an animalistic scream of fury, rushing towards Thomas. A fizz of electricity rushed past his ear but he ignored it, pinning down Thomas and continued to scream at him.
“I should rip your eyes out. Teach you a lesson in stupidity. Why’d you come over here? You expected a bloody hug? Huh? A nice sit-down to talk about the good times in the Glade?”
Thomas shook his head, gasping for breath, Newt saw him groping around for his gun.
“You wanna know why I have this limp, Tommy? Did I ever tell you? No, I don’t think I did.” His voice was cold.
“What happened?” Thomas asked, his fingers wreathing around his weapon.
“I tried to kill myself in the Maze. Climbed halfway up one of those bloody walls and jumped right off. Alby found me and dragged me back to the Glade right before the Doors closed. I hated the place, Tommy. I hated every second of every day. And it was all … your … fault!”
The voices told him to kill Thomas, to kill him for what he did to all of them, but he held out. The small sane part of him told him that Thomas was his friend. He deserved to try and redeem himself.
He grabbed the hand that Thomas had holding his gun and pressed it to his own forehead.
“Now make amends! Kill me before I become one of those cannibal monsters! Kill me! I trusted you with the note! No one else. Now do it!”
“I can’t, Newt, I can’t.” He tried to wrench his hand away but Newt wouldn’t let him.
“Kill me, I trusted you, I trusted you.”
“Newt I can’t.”
“KILL ME!”
“Newt I-“
He couldn’t take it anymore. All the rage he had ever kept bottled up seemed to gush out of him like a waterfall. His mind had completely slipped, that one sane part of him gone. He didn’t think, not in the slightest. All he knew was that there was a traitor in front of him. And so he complied to the voices.
Grabbed the knife out of his belt, he curled it in his fingers and brought it down on the boys chest, screaming loudly.
Scarlet spurted out of the wound and Thomas’ wide scared eyes fixed on him. His mouth curled into a twisted, manic smile as he watched the life drain out of those eyes. Thomas’ chest heaved and then moved no more, with eyes glazed over and his mouth hanging open a little.
Newt looked into his eyes and something shifted in his stomach. He was sent back to the time that he first saw those eyes. Wide and scared, glancing around wildly. He remembered when Thomas came up in the box. It was as though he saw him clearly for the first time.
His eyes flitted from the body of the boy and his own clothes, stained in scarlet blood. And he screamed. Screamed so loud it seemed to tear at his throat. His whole body shook and tears began to fall.
He had given in, lost to the voices. He had killed. Not just anyone. He had killed Thomas.
Thomas. Thomas, who would give him small soft smiles from across the glade. Thomas, who would grip at his arm when the grievers attacked the homestead. Thomas, who would curl next to him in the scorch, using his own body to keep Newt warm during the night.
He had killed him. His sunlight. His smile, His world. His everything. He had killed his Tommy.
And with that thought, he grabbed the gun from Thomas’ hand with his own shaking ones and pressed it to his forehead. He pulled the trigger, feeling a blinding flash of pain before a sort of numb feeling. His ears rung and his eyelids grew heavy.
He needed to sleep, if he were to just close his eyes for a moment. But he needed to do something first. His body had fallen next to Tommy’s and he looked into the boy’s eyes, lifting himself laboredly and pressing a soft kiss to the boy’s lips. They were still warm.
“Goodbye Tommy.” He whispered to the boy, and then he laid back, and went to sleep.
Happy Ending || Thomas
A/N: quite the opposite of a happy ending. oops. also I tried writing in bigger paragraphs so it didn’t seem so long, but I have a wattpad mindset to break every single paragraph. ugh.
word count: 2,055
WARNINGS: small mention of death (there isn’t a scene or anything). waterwork central. i teared up multiple times writing this.
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Words couldn’t even express his emotions.
When he woke up, he was confused. He was scared, he was worried. Had WCKD caught up to them? Where was he?
Stepping out of the cloth tent, he instantly reached to shield his eyes from the beaming rays of the sun, his sight not yet used to the brightness. The people of the Safe Haven paused their actions as Thomas stumbled through, watching in awe at the fact that they were a few metres from their savior.
He ignored the looks he was receiving, but instead let his own eyes wander about, looking at the sturdy construction of the huts that looked as though they’ve been built months ago, as well as the plantations that were distanced a few feet away from one another.
Was this it?
The Safe Haven, was he actually here?
Thomas pointed his gaze to the sea, feeling his body wash over with serenity as he watched the warm sun slowly hide behind the ocean. As he did this, he failed to notice someone walking in his direction after noticing his arrival.
The thuds of feet didn’t pull Thomas’ eyes away from the view of the waves, but rather the string of curses that came from the mouth of the Brit.
A hand clapped down on his shoulder eagerly, rocking Thomas’ body causing the brunette to snap his head in that very direction. “Hey there, Greenie.” Newt gave him a nod, a light sparkling in his beady eyes. Thomas couldn’t believe it, he was staring right at his best friend, who had died right in front of him. Newt acknowledged his stunned expression, a snort escaping him. “If Gally can do it, I should be able to as well.” He reasoned, making a ghost of a smile appear on Thomas.
But just as quick as it appeared, it vanished. His whiskey eyes filled to the brim with tears as he turned to his first friend, grabbing onto his shoulder tightly before pulling Newt into the tightest hug he could muster. “I’m sorry,” Thomas mumbled, his eyes clenching shut as he attempted to swallow the lump in his throat. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.” He finally admitted, sniffling before pulling away to look into a pair of sincere eyes.
Newt simply shook his head, squeezing Thomas’ shoulder. “That’s just it. You did save me. You saved us.” He reassured, turning Thomas back into the direction of the bottom of the hill where he could see all of his fellow survivors. “You saved all of us. We wouldn’t be here without you, Tommy.”
Thomas slowly looked away from the camp, turning back to Newt, with even more questions. “But.. h-how? When I left.. when I left you, you were-” His voice could barely go above a whisper, afraid that if he raised his voice in the slightest, this would just disappear from his vision.
It was Newt’s turn to become hesitant, glancing down at his boots before returning back to Thomas. “Y/N.” He stated eventually, and the dark haired boy perked up immediately at the sound of your name, his body flooding with concern and worry as he realized you were not at his side or Newt’s. “She found me, after going with Minho to get the serum.” Newt paused, his eyes glazing over as he observed the crashing of the waves on the shore.
Thomas took note of his sudden change of mood, which only caused his concern and worry for the girl to increase. “Newt,” His voice was weary, but there was warning in his tone as he watched his blonde friend clam up just speaking about you. Releasing a slow breath, Newt eyed him, keeping eye contact to a minimum. “She uh, she got me back to Minho.. and then she-” It shocked Thomas to see Newt choke on his own sob, and the sinking feeling in his stomach let him know that Newt’s words were not going to end the way either of them wanted it to.
“I’m sorry, Tommy. She didn’t make it.”
In an instant, Thomas’ heart was in his stomach. The boy gapped at him, tears rolling down his flushed cheeks as he frantically searched Newt’s saddened gaze in hopes of finding a hint of amusement — Thomas hoped this was some sort of sick joke to wake up to, and that you would pop up with that beaming smile that always seemed to make his day a little lighter.
He swiftly turned his body in the direction of camp, his hazel eyes squinting as he made out as many faces as he could see from on top of the hill he was perched on. He barely had time to realize his own rapid breathing before Newt stepped closer to him, resting his hand on his shoulder once again. “She’s not here.” His words were soft, and careful. He didn’t want anymore damage to be done.
It was all too real. It was too real, and too soon.
Thomas let himself break, a ear piercing shout leaving his pink lips as he buried his face into Newt’s shoulder. The blonde boy didn’t jump like the campers did, he knew what was coming, and he also knew that the only thing he could do was hold his best friend while his heart broke for Y/N.
The broken babbles that Thomas spoke were too slurred to comprehend, and his mind was a prison — it was torture.
You was supposed to be here. If anybody deserved to have this happy ending, it was Y/N. He promised you that he would give you this happy ending, no matter what it takes.
“Tommy?”
Your voice was light, barely above a whisper as you caught the attention of the boy, his whiskey colored eyes on you immediately as you kept yours locked with the twinkling stars.
The pair of you were in the middle of the Glade, laying on the ground and watching the stars away from your friends who were sleeping in your makeshift beds. Sound was easily picked up on, so you both did your best to keep your volume low to avoid getting caught by Alby.
“Yeah?” He mumbled, his eyes trailing over the side of your face, memorizing them. Thomas didn’t turn away when you shifted your head to the side, catching gazes with him and staring at each other.
It was silent for a few moments, the two of you laying side by side comfortably and admiring each other’s features. “Where do you think we’d be, you know, in another life?”
The question left Thomas pondering, not having an answer of his own. He raised his eyebrows, silently signaling you to keep talking. You took the hint, rolling onto your side and resting the side of your head in your hand, your elbow keeping you propped up, offering him a soft smile.
“Well, in another life, we wouldn’t be in the maze.” You giggled, a sound that Thomas found himself melting at. His lips curled up in a smile as you spoke, listening intently. “I don’t know,” You shrugged lightly, glancing down at the blades of grass you were fumbling with before locking eyes with Thomas’ hazel ones.
“I guess in another life, we’d be together.” You whispered shyly, a strawberry blush coating your cheeks. “Me and you, all of us. We’d be with everyone in here, and we’d have a life better than the ones we had before we were put in here.” Your bottom lip found its way to your teeth, and you chewed on it as you thought of your next few words. “We’d have a happy ending.”
Your eyes were on the blades of grass now, avoiding Thomas’ stares at all costs. He noticed this, grabbing your hands in his and pulling you both up into a sitting position, his fingers laced with yours.
“You, more than anyone, deserve a happy ending.” He whispered to you sincerely, the pads of his thumbs rubbing over your knuckles. “You’ve been in the maze for three years. I’ve been here for almost a week, and it’s not ideal.” He tried to joke, smiling proudly when he was able to pull a small laugh out of you.
Your laughter died down and Thomas was staring at you in a way that was unfamiliar to you. Suddenly the feeling of him rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles shot a feeling straight to the pit of your stomach. Your cheeks flushed, and you began to grow flustered at Thomas’ gaze on you, but still, you didn’t want it to stop.
“You will have your happy ending, Y/N.” He insisted, tone even, yet assuring. “No matter what it takes, even if it’s the last thing I do. I will give you your happy ending.”
Thomas let out a yelp of surprise, followed by a small ‘oomf’ when you crashed your body into his, hugging onto him tightly. You buried your face into the crook of his neck as your arms wrapped around him. His body shook with laughter at the sudden action of affection you gave him, but held you close to him regardless.
“Thank you, Tommy.”
Thomas finally lifted his head from Newt’s shoulder, his wrist coming up to wipe at his bloodshot eyes. He didn’t dare meet the blonde boy’s stare, instead he looked out at the setting sun.
“This was it, Newt.” He broke the silence, shaking his head almost as if he were disappointed in himself. “This was her happy ending. Y/N’s happy ending, and she’s not even here to see it.”
Thomas was angry. He was angry at himself for keeping a promise to you that he couldn’t keep, for being here and instead of you. It didn’t feel right to him to live on paradise without you by his side. A sound of disbelief resonated from Newt, his arms crossed over his chest as he glanced over at the brunette. “‘Any ending where he’s happy, is a happy ending for me.’”
Thomas turned to look at the Brit, his eyebrows furrowed to match his perplexed stare. “What?” He was confused to say the least, unknowing of the quote Newt said out of the blue.
“It’s what she said to me before she,” He paused, gesturing with his hand before it slipped back into his armpit. “You know. I didn’t get it until now.” He spoke with a fond smile on his face, and a distant look in his eyes. “She loved you, you know.”
Once again, the feeling of Thomas’ heart in his stomach returned, simultaneously breaking. “I know.” The words were blunt, and it hurt him to say it. Newt’s bushy brows rose at the confession, a low hum emitting from his chest. “And you loved her.”
The statement now made Thomas sigh, giving him a reluctant nod. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”
“Okay. So don’t be a twat and spend the rest of your life here on this beautiful island in agony because of this. It’s okay to grief, it’s okay to mourn, Tommy.” With every word that came from Newt’s mouth, he inched closer to Thomas until his arm was wrapped around his shoulders in a side hug. “But live the life you’re deserving of. And if you can’t do it for you, do it for her. Live your life for Y/N.”
The last few words of Newt’s small speech really struck a cord with Thomas.
So as he stood in front of the large boulder full of carved names, he clutched the metal carving tools in his shaking hands.
“You can do it, Thomas.” Minho’s voice piped up from behind him, followed by a few other encouraging words from Newt, Teresa, Gally, Frypan, and Brenda.
He let out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding, and began to carve out your name underneath the chubby boy with the rosy cheeks you took under your wing when he had first arrived in the box before Thomas.
His heart was broken, in need of mending, in need of you. He was finally free of needles, free of cranks, free of walls. Free of WCKD.
Thomas was finally home, but deep down, he knew that home would never be home without you here with him.
my maze runner hyperfix is gone and the interest is on its last leg but i have a fic i need to finish so bad bc its so good but its like poking a dying animal
u guys should read it its the blood culmination by persnickett on ao3 trust me trust trust the characterization is so good it brings me such joy
throughout the short duration of my maze runner hyperfix i would write down random thoughts/headcanons i had about them so i'll just copy-paste all of them here
- newt is crazy ticklish but he gets so irritated when someone tickles him. minho does not care
- newt cant sleep in the same room as thomas because thomas snores crazy loud and newt is a v light sleeper
- thomas has a really bad habit of chewing on his fingernails
- once newt got over them kidnapping thomas, he got along really well with group b. and they loved him too (ik him and sonya r siblings but him and harriet would be such good friends. see the vision)
- newt loves reading. i think classics would be his faves
- also good omens
- also he likes mythology
- he probably needs glasses though
- thomas and minho would probably play roblox together and like. bully kids. sometimes brenda will tag along too (shes the meanest but she also thinks roblox is dumb so she goes on it less)
- minho is a total sweat when it comes to gaming
- old grandma newt
- minho and newt would be roomates
- ocd newt maybe
- thomas has SEVERE depersonalization problems
- i can picture newt dancing as a sort of outlet. not sure what kind but just in general
- minho has AT LEAST one skirt
- newt braids his hair ‼️‼️
- thomas and newt and teresa and sonya are all autistic
- also all trans
- plus brenda
- who is also a butch lesbian
- newt is lefthanded
- thomas is the kid with the peanut allergy
- NEWT NONBINARY! THEY/HE!!!!
- do i eveb have to say t4t newtmas...
- teresa is a big swiftie
- newt would like shoujo animes
- minho would like shounen animes
- none of the main 3 can dress themselves and they look like shit usually
- newt doesnt get flustered like at all but THOMAS .... he goes red at any compliment from his crushes
- minho and thomas wrestling lmfaooo
- theyve probably broken several fhings in the process. including walls
- minho badly mocks newt's accent and he HATES it
- newt probably lets minho get away with a lot of things that he doesnt let anyone else get away with though because hes just used to it atp
- thomas is jealous because newt gives him a good scolding (affectionate) whenever he pisses him off. if hes particularly upset, newt will just ignore him for a few hours which is so hard for thomas
- newt has a lot of self-soothing behaviors but he rocks (like, rocking back and forth) a lot
- hes mega autistic look hes either minimum eye contact or intense uninterrupted eye contact and he hates being touched unless hes warned
- also the whole routines/order/rules thing he has going on especially in the glade
- AUTISTIC
- newt's prolly one of those film nerds
- never watched it but he'd be the type to love brokeback mountain
- thomas is a chronic flannel wearer
- oh also forgot its not a given but newt has chronic pain and a mobility aid
- puerto rican thomas...
- hes also demiromantic and demisexual
- thomas is also ticklish
- tickle fights perhaps....
- thomas fell asleep first once at a sleepover and minho drew all over him/fucked with him in his sleep and he never fell asleep before minho ever again
- the gladers probably smelled like shit
- 40 some adolescent-teen boys all alone no supervision doing physical labor all day every day.... 💀
- the older boys do it more but the younger ones need reminding
- runners probably bathe more often too
- esp in the movies when the box only comes up monthly + no visible building for showers??
- teresa came up and GAGGED
- spiderman newt + batman thomas
- newt probavly is prone to sunburns and he was SUFFERINGGG in the scorch. sonya too but she had it a lot easier w group b's circumstances
- half filipino teresa
- also hispanic brenda is that obvious or not
- newt is unexpectedly demanding in relationships he wants kisses all the time
- newt is a bland ass texter
- thomas just doesnt text. he'll facetime you any time u text him bc he doesnt wanna text
- sonya knows basically NO celebrities you'll go "you know chris pratt??" and she'll be like "who tf 💀" (the ones she does know are just the women she has a crush on)
- gally has probably called newt the f slur before but only because he didnt know the extent of how bad it was and (after a good punch and superduper miffed) newt tells him yhe history of it and he never did it again. he felt rlly bad too
- teresa 100% has a full fursona set up in her head
- she also probably silently assigns everyone else fursonas
- newt is a reptile owner
- minho likes dogs but hes also a terrible pet owner so he just goes over to thomas' place to play with his dog
- sonya watches video essays. shes one of those people that'll turn one on every time she sits and eats
- harriet and newt r besties btw
- sometimes newt gets a little nosy about what sonya wont tell him
- thomas has a rbf and intimidates everyone at first (though its usually not long before he makes a fool of himself and everyone realizes hes just a Guy)
- sonya is like newt's reality checker
- ouuugghhh flower shop/tattoo parlor sonya/harriet
- minho tiktok user x newt youtube shorts user x thomas instagram reels user
- gally has NO social media
- newt has a lowkey freakishly good memory
- sonya has a small collection of stuffed animals. she probably liked squishmallows when they were a thing, she collected them a little
- she has pet mice and she pampers them
- newt and sonya have hamster trauma
- the ENTIRE gang went to see barbie together and they all dressed up
- gally probably showed up not dressed up but sonya and newt planned it so they brought him an outfit and peer pressured him into changing into it at the theater
- it was probably a barbie fit (as punishment) while the rest of the guys were kens
- have i said newt and minho would be roomies or no
- minho and frypan have TOTAL brainrot humor and they bounce off each other (sometimes thomas participates. newt watches silently but judgementally)
- newt with eds on top of his chronic pain from his knee im sorry bro
- very musically inclined thomas versus musically incompetent newt
- minho calls newt hot nonchalantly / newt attempted b4 /ref
- feel like its also a given but newt and alby had a fling
- thomas infodumps on social media and minho just talks about himself
- newt is probably entirely caught up in some niche drama situation someone's posting about
- minho's tiktok fyp is convinced hes a gay man
- newt's is probably convinced hes a lesbian
- thomas just has like weird obscure humor that nobody (including him) understands
- sonya is chappel roan's #1 fan
- truth or dare with minho goes CRAZY
- harriet has a pet tarantula.... freaky little lesbian.....
- newt smoking to get relief from his chronic pain and anxiety and depression and trauma and
- minho probably discovered a long time ago that while newt will NEVER ask for it, he sleeps better with physical contact. so he holds his hand silently and without acknowledging it
- passenger princess thomas lmfaoaoooofofotitu
- ivy trio plays horror games like phasmophobia and lethal company. thomas always dies first and newt is the only one actually playing the game
- rip newt you wouldve loved being inside while it rains and reading a good book
- he'd also be really good at romanticizing the midwest
-END-
okay thats all. a few edits were made so its coherent/fits my current views of the characters more but its 98% raw from my notes app. just a peek into my twisted mind 😈😈😈
more notes app tmr thoughts!
dont mind how the music one focuses more on artists than genres im very bad with music genres so u have to approximate from the 1 artist for most of them lol :p ... also, i think i wrote it before the kendrick vs drake thing too so i dont know if i still think minho'd like his music. take it with a grain of salt is what im saying
i'm open to polite discussion abt what u think abt these things as well :3