#xthomas

[eight0fspades]

No Thomas is sans bc that would make the Sides the versions or aus of Thomas (sans)

I mean

Thomas Sansers exists

[patchxmeup]

@nvghtdreams​ 

“Cheers!” Patch said holding up his drink to cheers with the few people he was out with that night. He eyed a pretty girl sitting alone at the bar. Patch was doing better, he wasn’t that guy anymore.. meaning he wasn’t going to chat her up, take her home and never talk to her again. But he kept seeing her make eye contact as he sat with his friends. As Patch finished his drink, he figured he’d go up to the bar just to get another one.. and maybe just say hello to the girl he was making eye contact with. As he began walking he bumped into someone. “Hey sorry man-” He spoke and saw it was Thomas, a guy who had run in the same circle with, and they often were a little competitive with each other, but did not know each other well. “Hey.” He spoke, and then realized he was probably going to chat to the same girl. “You noticed her over there too then eh?” He questioned with a sly grin. 

[eight0fspades]

aCtUaLLy thomas is dream.

Mmmmmmmmmmmm I think not

[eight0fspades]

thomas is not cross

Thomas is cross*

[the-maniacmessiah-blog-blog]

freelancessoul

Thomas se quedó de pie frente a la persona en cuestión, sin saber exactamente que decir. Nunca antes le habían preguntado si podían hacerlo, otra veces le habían robado uno que otro pero nunca le habían pedido permiso, lo que claramente causaba un poco de sorpresa en él — yo… ¿de verdad me estás preguntando?, bueno, yo, no lo sé, no sé por qué querrías besarme, pensé que me odiabas — respondió el australiano con confusión.

La castaña no pudo evitar que una divertida sonrisa se formara en sus labios al notar la reacción del rubio frente a ella. Elevó sus hombros y mordió su labio inferior. Así era Chariot, una caja de sorpresas, y le valía demasiado la opinión que los demás pudiesen tener de ella, como también le restaba importancia a lo que sus palabras o acciones pudieran provocar en la otra persona; como aquella vez. —Pues, puedo odiarte y pensar que eres atractivo, ¿verdad? —. Alzó las cejas con clara diversión y relamió sus labios, ladeando su cabeza hacia un lado. —Además, Thom… yo odio a todo el mundo —. Sentenció, y volvió a sonreír. —Entonces, ¿qué dices? ¿Vas a decirme que no te parezco atractiva? —. Cuestionó con curiosidad, entrecerrando sus ojos.

[jeremy-pricex]

The Pact || Thomas

Jeremy: With a bit of research Jeremy arrived on a doorstep, approaching a home more or less shrouded in positive energy, all except what resided within. The white warlock should have felt this sooner, but it was never his place to judge, not until a dark witch crossed his path. Or his families. Knocking on the door, Jer took a step back and waited, prepared for anything. Prepared to do anything.