#Thomas sanders sleep

[lamouratelier]

late night coffee shop

[constellama]

wake up besties it’s REMYYY

take this silly guy with you you’ll need him !!

(Reblogs are much appreciated please I spent so long on this one)

[sandersontheside]

say you can't sleep, baby I know. that's that me espresso (insp.)

@thatsthat24 for you

[bitterpoison]

Who says Sleep can't have fun every now and then?

Was playing just dance and when I saw the character the idea just popped into my head, so here it is!

@thatsthat24

[loganslowdown4]

guys, we have them all 🥹🤝

[rollthewhatever]

Happy birthday to this precious man

[orbch]

When everything is quiet, its louder than a scream. What is this thing inside of me? What does it need? What does it mean?

[tstwitterupdates]

TS tweet 12/7/24

Next up for couple's counseling... me and my sleeping habits. New video coming.

[naminimimmifonn]

"Being this young is art"

A little drawing of Sleep Sanders relaxing!

I LOVED the outfit that Thomas Made so I decided it to draw it! Hope you guys like it!

Rt & comments are very appreciated :)🖤🤍

[justalocalartist]

Also here’s a remy drawing I forgot to post on here 🫶 Consider this me celebrating bc I got more remy content

[lefaystrent]

"I want to tell you something."

Thomas speaks the words into the quiet of the kitchen. He stares down at the pot of water sitting on the stove. The burner has been lit, and the heat rises. Soon, the water will boil.

"And it's- it's something that I've thought for a long time now. Years. But I've never said anything."

The smallest of bubbles rise to the surface. Over his shoulder, Thomas can see Patton sitting at the bar.

"It's okay. Take your time," he says. His nose scrunches up as he smiles. His glasses reflect a scattering of kitchen light.

Thomas snorts. "I think years is enough time." He breaks a bundle of pasta in half, letting them fall gently into the steaming water. He adjusts the temperature, then shifts on his feet. "I've just...never said anything," he repeats.

"You don't have to say anything at all." Janus sits at the bar instead. He wears a frown, and he's leaned over the surface with his chin in a propped palm, but the patience in his gaze belays his bored demeanor. "If you don't want to, you don't have to. I certainly won't force you."

Want to? No.

Thomas shakes his head and stirs the pot. "I think I need to."

"Do you?" Logan sits at the bar. His arms are folded over his tie, but it's not an intimidating pose. It's careful. Considerate. "I'd like you to take a moment to 'check yourself before you wreck yourself', as they say. Is that how you use that phrase?"

Thomas rolls his eyes, and yet he's smiling. This is a heavy topic, but it's not constricting. He stirs the noodles easily and they begin to fold together like they were made to. "I'm okay. I don't need to think about it more. I'm not anxious, not really."

"Yeah?" And now it's Virgil sitting at the bar. He stops as if he had been caught in the middle of playing with the string of his hoodie. Then he smooths down the front of his clothes. No ruffles here. He nods. "Good. That's good. That's good, right?"

Thomas still smiles. "Yes, that's good." The pasta softens as it swirls around the water. Round and round it goes. When will it stop? Nobody knows.

"Well don't just keep me in suspense!" Remus slams his hand down on the bar. And then he does it again and again, maybe just to hear the smack, smack, smack. He's not grinning maniacally or anything. Just a quirk of his mustache. A glint in his eyes. A cocked brow. "You know I love a good tease... but this is playing too coy!"

Thomas heaves a huge sigh. "I guess I just..." He trails off. He knocks the spoon against the pot's rim to shake off the water. He sets it aside. "I just don't want this to change anything."

The warmth of the burner blankets his face. The stove vent thrums above his head, and distantly Thomas hears the air conditioner click on. A light sheen of perspiration beads across his face, but its not wholly unpleasant.

Would it be bad? If this did change anything?

Roman sits at the bar. His shoulders are low, like all the breath has left him. He watches Thomas calmly with sad eyes. "What have you got to lose?"

In the pot, the pasta swirls and swirls until it's ready.

"I love you," Thomas finally says, and he turns to look over his shoulder to find that it's himself who sits there.

The other him beams proudly. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

Satisfied, Thomas flicks off the stove burner and drains the water in the sink. He stirs together noodles, hamburger meat, and red sauce, until its in perfect measures, just the way he likes it.

After making himself a plate, Thomas sits at the dining table. He is alone with himself, and he's alright with that.

[logan-the-artist]

thinking about him again

[justisaisfine]

Remember these? They are now available as stuff!

[princeofmisfortune]

HYPNOTIST SLEEP MAN ♡☆♡☆♡☆

[warnadudenexttime]

Sick of pretending this isn’t his song

[loganslowdown4]

Me: uh oh I pissed him off—

Also me: ahahhahaha I pissed him off! 😂

I got to call Sleep a bitch to his face, yay me! 🤣