a lot of thomas today

As we enter through the doors of the temple, we leave behind us the distractions and confusion of the world. Inside this sacred sanctuary, we find beauty and order. There is rest for our souls and a respite from the cares of our lives.
—  Thomas S. Monson
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Ok so I am now addicted to @incorrect-bom so I made another lazy gay comic (I swear I now have a series of these at this point :’>

I’LL MAKE BETTER ONES BUT I’M JUST TIRED TODAY AND THIS IS JUST SOMETHING I WANTED TO MAKE BECAUSE @incorrect-bom IS AN AMAZING BLOG LIKE SERIOUSLY IF YOU LIKE TBOM AND DON’T KNOW THIS BLOG GO CHECK IT OUT URIOWHFAILD.

Problems and Projects

Prompt: Based off this prompt list, numbers 101 & 112.
101:  “I guess I was wrong about you. You’re not so bad after all.”
112:  “I know, but he’s your partner for this.”

Characters: Jefferson x Reader

Word Count: 1,139

Warnings: I don’t think any? Message me if I missed something, though

AU: Modern, University

A/N: No one requested this, but I saw these two prompts and instantly thought of a story. Please send in requests, or just any message! I’d love to talk to you guys :)

Read part 2 here!


“What?!” a voice shrieked from next to you. You sighed, turning to face your best friend, Alexander, who looked like he was about to have a heart attack any second. 

“What is it this time?” you asked. “Did Jefferson do something?” The only times you see him this upset is after Thomas Jefferson, his “enemy,” does something to make him mad. 

“Well, not really. Not yet, at least,” Alex replied, scowling at his phone. You let out a noise of confusion, and after hearing this, he continued, “I’m sure he will, though. Okay so ya know how for the project in Mr. Washington’s class, we’re getting partners to work on it?” 

You nodded. Mr. Washington was the finances professor at your university, and he assigned a project on the role of small-scale industries on a developing economy. The project was announced a few days ago, and your partner assignments were supposed to be posted on his teacher website today.

“Guess who your partner is?” Alex prompted you, raising his eyebrows expectantly. Based on his reaction just a minute ago, you had a pretty good idea on who you’d be working with.

“Is it Jefferson?” you groaned, already dreading working with him. He was the loudest, most obnoxious person in your class. Well, besides Alex, but since he was your friend you let that slide. Him and Alex debated half of the class after Mr. Washington would ask a question, firing insults back and forth at each other. Their rivalry didn’t only exist in the classroom, though; even outside of class, they’d try to outdo each other with everything they did and refused to let anyone stop them once they were in a heated argument. Occasionally, if Alex wasn’t there or if you were in a particularly argumentative mood, you’d jump in on their debates sessions, offering your own string of insults. 

“Yeah, Y/N, it is. Why else would I have even brought him up? Why else would I be this upset?” Alex seethed. 

You put a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down as you said, “Relax, Alex. At least he isn’t your partner. That’d be even worse.”

“I know, but he’s your partner for this,” he sighed. “I don’t want you to have to spend time outside of class with that asshole.”

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad,” you tried to convince him and yourself at the same time. “What’s the worst that could happen?”


It turns out you’d underestimated how awful hanging out with Jefferson would be. You decided you’d work on the project at his place, figuring it’d be better to be somewhere private where other people wouldn’t bother you. Boy, was that a mistake. It was only 30 minutes into the time you were together and he was already arguing with everything you said and taking every opportunity to insult your intelligence. 

“Small-scale industries are labor-intensive, right? So, given that, if a specific amount of capital is invested in both small and large-scale industries, it would provide more employment for the smaller one,” you stated, glancing at your notes to make sure you were correct. 

“But small-scale industries require less skills than large-scale ones,” Jefferson said, looking at you like you’d just made a huge mistake. 

You had a blank look on your face, not saying anything for a few seconds before replying, “So?” Jefferson looked like he was about to answer, but you continued, “People in developing countries often don’t have the same training and experience that developed countries can offer, so the lower required skill level would be a good thing. It provides more job opportunities and gives them industrial experience. Plus, that doesn’t even have anything to do with what I said so it really wasn’t a valid point to bring up, anyways.”

Neither of you said anything else for a few minutes after that. You were pretty proud of yourself, thinking you’d rendered him speechless. 

Serves him right, you thought to yourself. That pompous, self-righteous, son of a-

“You’re right,” Jefferson’s words invaded your thoughts. “I’m sorry.”

Your mouth fell open in shock, and in that moment, you didn’t care how stupid you might have looked. Your ears must be deceiving you; there’s no way that Thomas Jefferson just admitted you were right and apologized at the same time. 

“I-I don’t think I heard you right,” you laughed in disbelief. “Did you really just say that to me?”

“Um, yeah?” Jefferson responded. “Was that wrong of me to say?”

“No…I just didn’t think you were capable of apologizing to anyone. Especially me,” you said, only realizing you were coming across as rude when he looked down to the floor. “I’m sorry,” you sighed, “I didn’t mean-”

“It’s okay, I deserved that,” Jefferson cut you off. “I’ve kinda been a jerk to you for a while now, and you didn’t do anything to deserve that.”

“Well I haven’t been the nicest person, either,” you mumbled, still struggling to believe that this was actually happening. 

From then on, the two of you weren’t so rude to each other. It was still inevitable that there were things you disagreed on, but you discussed them instead of arguing about them. The more you got to know this new Jefferson, the more you liked him. Of course it’d take some time to put all of your feuding in the past, but you found yourself wanting to be his friend and genuinely caring about what he was saying. 

When it finally came time for you to leave, you collected all of your notes and supplies and stood up. “Well, thanks so much for your time, Thomas, I think we got a lot of work done today.”

You didn’t get a reply right away, so you looked up and saw him looking confused and kind of shocked. “What?” you wondered, frowning. 

“N-Nothing!” he rushed to assure you. “It’s just that you called me Thomas instead of Jefferson.”

Oops. You hadn’t even realized you’d done that. “Oh wow, sorry, I wasn’t thinking. Would you rather me stick with Jefferson, then?”

He shook his head, smiling slightly as he replied, “No, Thomas works just fine.”

You couldn’t help from smiling back at him as you nodded and said, “Well then, Thomas, I will see you tomorrow in class.”

“See ya, Y/N,” he grinned, shutting the door behind you as you left. 

As you walked back to your place, you decided you wouldn’t tell Alex about you and Thomas being friendly. He’d just lecture you and then fight with Thomas, so it’d be better for everyone if you kept this between just the two of you. 

You wondered how long you could keep it a secret, though, as you realized that you were actually excited to go to class tomorrow so that you could see him…

the day Is Good

jealousy keeps containing me

word count: 2650

summary: minho is jealous of thomas’ friendship with teresa, though it isn’t like he can say that out loud.

send me thominho prompts here!

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Minho hadn’t liked the girl upon her first arrival.

That was more because of instinct, though. After two straight years of complete and utter order in the glade – arrivals of the same sex, at the same time, each month – she, in wake of Thomas, had now turned up like fucking Sleeping Beauty to disrupt it all. And by no means if Minho as completely anal as Newt is about order, but he understands that an anomaly like that on so many different levels is bound to be a bad idea.

The suspicion had ebbed away though, before she’d woken from her coma, and now, Minho doesn’t dislike her because of the eeriness of her arrival but instead for a much less rational, and a much, much less speakable reason.

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Have some really, really random doodles I did in class today.
- First one is, obviously, Phil Lester.
- Second one is a terrible Baymax + Dan and Phil nicknames.
- Third is just a quick doodle of a pair of couple shirts that I thought up…that I happened to use Dan and Phil as models for.
- Fourth is a Friday the 13th comic I made because I’ve fallen into a Banana Bus Squad-themed trash pile and I have no intention of getting out of it.
- And finally, the fifth is a few concept pieces of Gem!Thomas Sanders.
So yeah. I drew a lot today and I felt proud of myself so I wanted to share my drawings with you guys. They’re kinda shit-tastic, but hey whatever. Enjoy them~

About Town (Open)

She had been through some things since she had gotten to this place. Things that didn’t give her the best feelings about her new home. Little by little it seemed that she’d lose all the things that she had of Thomas, she had already lost his journal when she got into to town somehow a bag of hers went missing when she as asking directions. On certain days she wasn’t sure why she would wander around the town thinking she would find something. There could be people here who knew Thomas..maybe the thief thought the journal had something related to heavens defenses in it? She wasn’t sure..today she had been drinking…quite a lot actually…Thomas would be ashamed but honestly nothing else helped. Having to work near humans and walk among demons as if they were friends..Gale wasn’t sure what the orders from up top were for…and you know what? she thought to herself. That bright sign is bright as fuck she thought. she took another long slog out of the bottle she could barely make out what it said since she lost her glasses along the walk somewhere..all she knew was that fucking sign was bright. “Fuck this!” Gale screamed. She felt kinda alive for a moment…if not a little out of it…a crash..she threw the bottles at the sign some of the lights went out. It was less bright but still very much on. As she saw how fruitless her effort was Gale fell against the wall. Screaming in a drunken stooper.

“Why’d you have to take him from me!” her face red with anger “Why did he have to die…Piece of shit!” Gale scream into the night sky…