Patrick's Day celebration with Irish food and drink specials, and Irish music from Tommy McCann and Tommy's Fault. Tommy was the forerunner, the great leap forward for rock music at the end of the 1960s, and you could safely accuse JCS of jumping on its bandwagon, but it’s. 308 likes · 1 talking about this. Tommy McCann and Claudia Harrison bring Irish music and Americana to the masses! They feature old and.
And it's all Tommy's fault, a maze runner trilogy fanfic. I know it's after Halloween, but here's one more fun Minewt drabble!
As always, I don't own TMR or any of its characters! Xx. Xx. Xx. Xx. Xx. Xx. Somehow, Newt had been roped into going to the local Fall Fair again. Thomas had assured him it'd be more fun this time, they'd be going in a group, and they could all wear matching costumes. Though Newt wasn't particularly keen on the idea of dressing up, he had grudgingly agreed to go. But only for the food. Plans changed, however, when both Teresa and Aris backed out at the last minute and he was forced to come to this fair with just Thomas.
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Enjoy Irish food and drink specials, and live Irish music with Tommy’s Fault.
I am this year though!! Let me just finish my cotton candy, yeah? They'd barely made it through the doorway before his friend had latched onto his arm like a leech (. It's just a haunted house.
Thomas paused to look at his friend with comically wide eyes before bolting down the hallway. It was to no avail, however, the brunette was long gone. Stupid, Newt thought to himself. Bloody shank is terrified of these things and runs off on his own. He continued to trudge warily through the dimly lit halls, sure something was going to jump out at any moment.
- No he even partly at fault, NPR made a lot of dumb mistakes. She's had many conservative's on her show and ALWAYS let's them get their point across.
- Follow/Fav And it's all Tommy's fault. By: Qui Vivre Verra "You know what would be really fun?" Thomas asked, his mouth full of cotton candy.
Tue to its name, the haunted house did not fail to deliver. He had just taken a left into a passageway of distorted mirrors. Newt quickened his pace when he spotted an eerily squat version of himself out of the corner of his eye.
As he hurried through, however, he noticed a flash of color in one of the mirrors that definitely did not belong. He spun around but the passageway behind him was clear. When he turned back around to continue, he came face to face with a cloaked stranger. The figure, which he presumed to be a man, stood just about at Newt's height, yet there was a sharp masculinity about him. His shoulders were broad, much broader than Newt's, and he stood in a stance that evoked confidence and aggression.
The hood was pulled down so that his face was bathed in shadows. All Newt could see was a very wide, very sinister grin. Though something in the back of his mind reminded him that it isn't real, Newt took several steps back involuntarily. The figure drew a crooked knife from the folds of his cloak and the blonde's eyes widened. The man continued to advance and oh god, why wouldn't his legs work right? He was literally frozen in fear.
He tried to look for a way out, but all he saw were a hundred distorted versions of his soon- to- be murderer. Yes, finally, his legs were working again. Without a second thought, he barreled back the direction from which he had come.
The hooded figure continued to pursue him at least until he exited the mirrored hallway, maybe further, though he wasn't about to waste time and check. He didn't stop running until he nearly tripped over a body curled up in a corner. After they exited, Newt lowered Thomas onto a nearby bale of hay and ran off to fetch the shaken kid some hot chocolate. As he approached the stand, he saw a terrifyingly familiar cloaked figure. At that moment, though, the man turned and the hood fell off his head. He was attractive, no doubt about that.
His hair was spiked and streaks of red shone through. His lips, which had looked so sinister ten minutes before now curved up into a warm smile. The man started towards Newt, who began panicking for a very different reason. Minho's palm was warm and firm against his and he held on for slightly longer than socially acceptable. Minho didn't seem to mind, though, as he gave Newt a warm smile. However, he decided to be a good friend and declined the offer. Well, honestly, I think he's just waiting for the hot chocolate.
After he finished, he held the phone out to take a selfie. When he looked over, his friend had plastered to his face a grin so wide it had to be uncomfortable. Hope you enjoyed! Favorites and Reviews keep me going!