#thomas sandes

[today-only-happens-once]

if any of y’all draw cute character!thomas/nico flores art, pls pls pls tag me

[drycinnamontoastcrunch]

adults have failed me in every possible way. so i have resolved to trust only three of them: John Mulaney, Thomas Sanders and Uncle Iroh. 

have a problem with that? I dont care, do whatever you want, im not the boss of you. 

[paradoxicalloop]

So I just got a singing box of jam I guess

[skeletaldarling]

Full of Life and Full of Love 4

If you want to be tagged in future chapters, send me an ask! I’ll totally do that, let me know what you think of this chapter, I thought I’d throw in Remile this time (I’m obsessed). 

It wouldn’t let me add a ‘read more’ link? For some reason, idk, hopefully Tumblr will fix itself soon but I’m sorry if you need to scroll past a million times, I tried :( 

Original post 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 

Chapter 4 

Summary: Logan takes Dee to his brother’s cafe, Patton and Emile are there too. 

Ship: Logicality, Remile, brotherly Sleepylogic, 

Word count: 862 (Sorry it’s a small chapter, hopefully I’ll have something better next time)

Warnings: Sympathetic deceit, food mention

“Lolo!” Patton greeted. “Hi honey, I didn’t know you were coming.” The waiter came over to kiss his boyfriend quickly and smile at Dee. “Sit, I’ll just be a second.”  

Logan sat on a stool at the counter, Dee in his lap, chewing on Mr Snek’s tail contently. He tickled his son’s sides cheekily as they waited for Patton to come over. 

“Hey Lo, I can take a break now, how are you?” Patton asked cheerily. 

Logan smiled. “I’m wonderful Pat, it’s lovely to see you.”

Dee grinned and reached up towards Patton. “’Atton! Up please!” 

“Aww, of course kiddo!” Patton picked him up and kissed his forehead. “And how are you doing today honey?”

Dee cooed and patted Patton’s cheek. Logan chuckled.

“Is that my baby Dee I see?” 

The couple looked over at the voice. Remy stood in the doorway to the kitchen, glasses pushed up on his head, wearing a leather jacket over a cropped tank top and torn skinny jeans. “I can’t believe my own brother would come into my cafe and completely ignore me! I barely get to see my precious baby snake.” 

He sauntered over and poked his tongue out at Dee, reaching out to take him from Patton. “Hey babe.” He cooed. “Missed me?”

“Wem-wem!” Dee squealed. 

“You saw him last weekend.” Logan pointed out. 

“Irrelevant.” Remy dismissed, bouncing his baby nephew fondly. “How’s school?”

Logan smiled at the chance to talk about his students. He talked for a little while, catching up with his brother. Dee stayed in his uncle’s arms, perfectly content to curl up against Remy’s chest. 

Patton brought them some cookies and leaned on Logan’s shoulder, pulling faces at Dee to make him smile. Logan drank his coffee as Remy filled him in on something he’d heard the other day, something about a friend’s friend’s sister’s friend and her girlfriend, Logan nodded along, piping in at necessary moments. 

“- but apparently, she was actually - Emmy!” Remy cut himself off to greet his boyfriend. 

"Oh my goodness, she was Emmy." Patton whispered, Logan smirked and pecked his boyfriend's cheek.

Emile closed the cafe door behind him and rushed over to duck under the counter and pop up to kiss his boyfriend. “Mmmm, hey pumpkin, hi Lo, Patton.” 

“Hey angel.” Remy said, adjusting his hold on Dee. 

“Hello Emile.” Logan said. 

Remy passed the toddler back to his brother and leaned on the counter. “How’re you doin’ Emmy? Had a nice day?”

Emile smiled brightly. “Mhmm, I stopped by the animal shelter on my way back here, guess what?”

“What?” Remy asked, taking a sip of Logan’s coffee, earning a glare from his brother. 

“One of the cats had baby kittens and oh my goodness, Rem, they’re so cute!”

“All kittens are babies.” Logan said. 

“Shut up.” Remy poked his tongue out. 

“Hey, be nice.” Emile scolded sweetly. “But Rem, honeybunch, these kittens are only two days old, it got me thinking, maybe we need a little cat in our lives?” 

Remy chuckled. “Emmy, baby, kittens?”

“I only said one cat but if you want, like, six, I’m okay with that too.” Emile promised, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s neck. 

“Okay, well, we’re not getting six.” Remy said, holding the other’s hips. 

“So we _are _getting one?” Emile asked hopefully. 

“No.” Remy said flatly, Emile pouted and started to pull away but Remy pulled him closer and kissed his temple. “One cat would get lonely, how does two sound?” 

Emile let out a squeal of delight and jumped up to kiss his boyfriend properly. “Oh my gosh, Rem!”

“Hey, calm down angel, you’ll scare away my customers.” Remy reminded, but he was smiling too.

Patton beamed. “Awww! Yay, you better have us over to meet them as soon as possible, okay?” 

Emile giggled and leaned up to peck Remy’s cheek. “Absolutely.”

Dee let out a sudden cry and the four adults turned their attention to him. Patton frowned. “Oh no, Dee, honey what’s wrong?”

Dee’s lower lip started quivering and tears welled up in his eyes before he cried again, breaking down into sobs. Logan cursed. “Can someone get Mr Snek? He dropped it.” 

Emile ducked under the counter to grab it and dust it off. “Hey hey, Dee, look at me.” 

The toddler looked at his almost uncle, tears rolling down his cheeks, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout. Emile gently pressed the snake plush into his weak grip and kissed his forehead. “It’s alright bub, Mr Snek is right here.” He gently poked the snake toy. 

“T’ank you Emmy.” Dee said softly, holding the plush tightly against his face. 

“No problem sweetheart.” Emile smiled and kissed his nose. “Do you want a cookie?” He whispered. 

Dee broke into a grin. “Please!” 

Logan squeezed him. “Lovely manners honey-dee.” 

Emile went to get some treats from the cafe’s display case, Remy disappeared into the kitchen with a smirk.

Patton tickled Dee's side. "I'll talk to you two tonight." He kissed Logan quickly. "Bye Sweetpea."

"Bye Pat." Logan gave him a little smile and stood up. "I've got to say bye to Remy or he'll throw a tantrum, see you soon, love."

FOLFOL taglist: @little-anxious-baby @liberalautisticqueernerd831 @blue-spider-official ​ @midnightalex12 ​ 

[blair334]

Me externally: I'm patient, thomas can take his time uploading the video. It's not my place to rush him

Me internally twitching and screaming: I want to see my bois! Where are the bois?!

[more-coffee-less-sleep-blog]

Hey guys! I’m a newer roleplay blog, been rping for about 8 years now? I am a semi lit third person rper, but will rp with anyone! I am up for anything! Would love to make some new roleplay friends~ 

Message me if interested! Or just send over an ask!!

[inalandofmythandtimeofmagic]

The Heart of a Champion

sooo I’ve been sitting of the Royality Fantasy AU for awhile now. Mostly because I don’t know where to end it, it gotten way longer than I ment it to. So if y’all like this maybe I’ll make it a multi part thing?

my other hesitation is I am not sure I did the characters justice, there are times where I feel like I combined Prince and Anx a little, and moments when Patton acts a little like Logan? idk hopefully its okay.

warnings: starvation/exhaustion  there’s an OC (don’t hate me i needed a villian and I didn’t want said villian to be Anx or Lo) brief mild nightmare

@fearinghope disapointing fantasy AU as promised

@angstymelon @umbreon-and-chocolate4life @the-prince-and-the-emo @lampisimportant @princey-and-hottopic @obviouslyelementary @dan-yuna

@princeyandanxiety @frustratedwaffle @killerfangirl3 @analogically-prinxiety

The Heart of a Champion ....Part One?

Sweat trickled down his back as he continued to swing his sword through the thick briars. He was exhausted, truly and utterly, but he made himself swing again and again. The adrenaline of finally spotting the fortress after weeks lost in this godforsaken forest, had long worn off.  

 The sword fell from his hand, and he dropped to his knees after it. He panted deep lungfuls of damp air, each breath feeling heavy.  He was so close, he just had to keep pushing, after a year of translating vague prophecies, hunting down witnesses and seers, trekking from one side of the Kingdom to the other and back again, he was so damn close.  He rolled from his knees to his back, his limbs week from fatigue and trembling from hunger.  

 He closed his eyes against the frustrated tears burning there. So close. He was so close. Inside that fortress he would find his heart. The thing that had been missing all his life, the thing he needed to rule his kingdom. For who would follow a King without a heart? A stray tear or two slipped past the barricade of his eyelids as he recalled the bitter words slung his way.

 Prince Roman the heartless

 The uncaring heir

 As untrustworthy as a snake

 No matter how many times he had tried to prove himself. No matter how many heroic deeds or acts of charity. No matter how many times he had felt his pulse race or his heartbeat through his ribcage as rage flooded through him. It wasn't ever enough. He was never enough.

  And if he didn't get up out of the dirt he never would be.

 He set his jaw determinedly and struggled back to his feet. He picked up the sword again, his grip weak around its hilt, and swung. Once, twice more before it dropped again, Roman along with it. The edges of his vision turned soft, then black as he lay with his cheek pressed to the ground.

   Consciousness came back to him slowly, in sickening waves. He blinked one eye open, quickly shutting it against the spinning sky.

Perhaps he could just lay here, let the ground swallow him whole, let the brambles entangle his bones. There was something Romantic in the idea, the thought of slipping from people's minds. Gently fading from the memory of a kingdom that never wanted him.

 He took a few deep breaths, listening to the absolute silence. He hadn't seen a single animal for the last three days or so. Nothing lived here in the dead, decaying center of the vast forest. Nothing edible, nothing vibrant, nothing good.

 What did that say about his heart?

 Maybe there was a good reason that witch had stripped it from him. What if it was dark? Evil? What if it was the very thing that was poisoning this part of the forest?

 He blinked his eyes open again, sight landing on the glittering handle of his sword.  A symbol of his royal status, of his heroism.

 A cheap bit of pageantry.

 He had never felt so. . . Disheartened.

 He let out a harsh snicker, tilting his head back to look at the fortress that supposedly contained the answer to that very problem.

 He sighed, forcing himself to his feet and picking his sword. He took a steadying breath, then another, his fingers wrapping and unwrapping around the hilt before taking the first swing.  He swung again and again, each movement powered by desperation, and anger. The deep well of anger that had been festering his whole life, the one he had so desperately hidden from. He drew on it now, every sneer, every child that had looked at him with fear.

 Rage powered his exhausted limbs until he was only five feet from the heavy wooden door.

 Four feet

 Three.

 With a cry of fury he crashed through the heavy wooden door, anger coursing through every inch of his body. Sweat dripping from his brow and his chest heaving stuttered breaths.

 Something hit him square in the chest, knocking him back a few steps until his back hit the door jam. His sword clattered to the floor as arms wrapped around him. Fingers slipped into his hair and whatever it was, whoever, it was was whispering. Sobbing his name against his shoulder.

 “Roman. Oh my god Roman you're okay. You here and you're okay.”

 “What?” Is all he can manage before starvation and sheer exhaustion take him again.

  When he came to it was somewhere warm, and soft.  He sighed, nestling deeper into the comfort. He couldn't remember ever feeling so . . . Safe.  He may have even gone back to sleep if it weren't for the hand gently sweeping the hair off of his forehead. He opened his eyes slowly, a small smile forming on his lips as he took in the sight. A boy about his own age was looking down at him in a way that no one ever had. His face was open, and honest. There was no resentment there, no fear or distrust. He didn't look at him as though he was something lesser, instead he smiled. He was grinning a grin that held all the light of the sun and it was breathtaking. His traced the lines of this man's face, took in the color of his eye and the swoop of his hair over his forehead. He was beautiful.

 And speaking to him, Roman realized belatedly, trying to focus on the words. The man was speaking very gently and yet his tone held an undercurrent of warmth and cheer, as he tried to convince him to take a sip of water. Roman accepted the drink as the man helped him to sit up. Shame turned his ears red, a champion such as himself should not need help to sit. But his limbs were useless, and as he moved his head spun, a wave of dizziness causing him to cling to the proffered arm.

 “Easy now, it's okay.” The man continued to speak in that gentle way, “we'll get some broth in you and you’ll find your strength again in no time.”

 Find.

 That word was important.

 Why was that word important?

 He groaned and pressed a hand to his head, wincing slightly. The smile disappeared from the man’s face, replaced by a look of concern.

 “Oh Roman. I wish I could have helped you sooner.” He cupped his cheek, “I could see you last night, and when you collapsed; I feared the worst.” Roman was slightly shocked to see a tear slip down the beautiful mans face. Without thinking about it he reached up to wipe it away, smiling when the man leaned into his hand.

 “Who are you?” He whispered in wonderment.

 It was the wrong thing to say, the man's face fell instantly and he pulled away from his hand to give him a crestfallen look. Roman missed his smile, this was not nearly as good.

 “You don't know who I am? Then why are you here?”

 “ I'm on a quest, to find my,” he paused struggling to remember what he was supposed to be looking for. “My heart. I have to find my heart.”

 “That's me.” The man rose to his feet, clearly upset. “ I am your soulmate. How have you never known this?”

 “Soulmates are a myth, everyone knows that.”

 The other was speechless, his eyes wet. “But you feel it right?”

 “I. . .”  Roman spluttered, his pulse was racing and he couldn't take his eyes off him. He couldn’t deny the feeling of joy and longing at the very center of his being,  “Yes” he finally breathed, “yes and I don't even know your name. I feel like I don't know anything.”

 The man smiled brightly again, coming to sit next him and taking his hands. Roman couldn't help but lean towards him, a small smile curling his own lips.

 “Prince Roman, I am Patton, and I am your heart.”

 “Yeah, I think you are.”

 Patton laughed at that. He laughed loudly, and brightly. It surprised Roman, and delighted him. Completely entranced he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Patton’s lips.  

 He could feel things melting in that kiss, his anger and fear. They were replaced with things like love, and self assurance.

 He had to pull away when he was hit with another wave a dizziness. He flopped back into the cushions and Patton tutted over him, bringing a bowl of broth to his lips.  Once he had drank as much as he could Patton put the bowl away and lay down beside him, pulling him into the cradle of his arms. Roman blushed a little at that, but happily settled in nonetheless.

 “So you've just been here the whole time? Just locked away.” Roman asked, voice tinged in anger as he considered just what the consequences of having his heart stolen at birth were.

 “Yes, and this may sound strange but I never felt upset about it till just now. Maybe I was missing something too, a little fight I guess, a little courage. Besides I always knew you were coming.” He tightened his arm around Roman’s shoulders and pressed a kiss to his hair.

 “I should have come sooner.” Roman pouted, turning slightly so he could press his face into Patton’s shoulder.

 “Do not worry my love, my life here was not so bad. The witch only desired to see your father's kingdom crumble, she had nothing against me. A family from the village brings me food, and books and company once a month. I’ve never wanted for anything.  Other than freedom.” Patton was smiling but he couldn't hide the bitter edge to the last words.

 Roman stretched upwards to press a kiss to Patton’s jaw. “ tomorrow I will take you home.” He promised.

 Patton chuckled lightly, “ You need to recuperate, I am willing to stay as long as that takes. Besides, they should be here with in a week and we could ride back with them. From what I’ve seen through the windows this is not easy terrain. ”

 “Tomorrow.” Roman said firmly. Or as firmly as he could with Patton’s fingers sifting through his hair and his eyes drooping sleepily. He resisted, there was still so much he didn't understand, the truth seemed to be so different than what he had been told and Patton seemed to have the answers he needed.  He was done for when Patton began to hum low and sweet, and sleep overtook him.

    Unto a King who spurned love shall be born an heir,

An heir that shall fell his kingdom, a boy with no heart.

 The words of the prophecy ran through his dreams, and he could see her face. The witch of halved hearts. This was the dark side of the heart that spoke, her face black and twisting. Then, just like every other time he had had this nightmare, the light half of the heart took over to speak the rest of the prophecy, her face shimmering and white.

 For I shall take his heart and hide it away,

Safe in the land of death, should it be found

Mayhaps destiny will lose its hand

 Roman sat bolt upright, fear racing through his veins. His vision swam and he didn't know where he was. He near jumped out of his skin when a hand touched his back. He swung around wide eyed, only to see Patton's face, brow puckered in concern, the moonlight casting strange shadows over it.

 “I’m sorry, I did not mean to wake you.” He said quickly laying back down, rolling over so he could hide his face in sheets.

 Slowly Patton lay down again, slipping one arm over his side and splaying his hand over his chest.

 “It’s okay, are you alright?” he asked, pressing a kiss to Roman’s shoulder.

 “Yes, it was just a nightmare. One I’ve had many times, nothing to worry about.” He tried to brush it off, ignoring the cobwebs of fear that still clung to him.

 “Tell me about it.”

 “It’s not worth clouding that pretty little head.”

 “Roman,” Patton whined, somewhat pleadingly. It made him smile slightly and he pressed back against Patton, letting the steady rise and fall of his chest comfort him.  

 “”We are probably breaking every rule of propriety.”  he said with a chuckle, mostly to change the subject.

 “Propriety? I don’t know that word.” Roman huffed a sad laugh, rolling over to look at him.

 “It means that what we are doing wouldn’t be considered, proper.”

 “But we’re soulmates.” He said with genuine confusion. A grin split his face and he leaned forward to kiss his heart again.

 “Yes, but you must remember that you are the only person who still believes in them.” he laughed when he had pulled away.

 “That’s sad.” he frowned. Roman hummed in agreement, settling closer to him. The silence stretched on, until he felt as though he might fall back asleep, before Patton broke it again. “It's the prophecy, huh? Your nightmare? I know because I get them too. But you know it's meaningless right?”

 “What?”

 “The prophecy, it's just some flowery words the witch made up to make her enchantment seem important. She doesn't actually have any power over the future all she did, all she could do was kidnap me and enchant this place to keep me from leaving. You are not going to ruin your kingdom, I promise.”

 Roman pressed his face into Patton’s chest, ignoring the tears that were burning the corners of his eyes.

 “You don't know that.” he mumbled, letting the misery wash over him.

 “I may not know much, but I do know that.”

 Roman scoffed at the optimism, then marveled at it. How had it flourished in a place like this?

 “Do you know what else I know?” Patton continued.

 “Hmm?”

 “That you are exhausted, and recovering and need to sleep.”

 He chuckled again , nestling as close to Patton as he could, smiling at the thought of his father’s face if he could see him now, he would be furious.

 Acting on a small rebellious impulse, he slung one leg over  Patton’s for good measure before quickly falling asleep again.

[drycinnamontoastcrunch]

While I appreciate exploring different concepts in fics and such I would just like to make its clear, in cannon

*Clears throat*

👏 PATTON 👏 AND  👏 ROMAN 👏 ARE 👏 NOT 👏 UNSYMPATHETIC  👏

This has been a PSA