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leonsliga · 28 days
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Der Klassiker: the ultimate Thomats challenge
For @neuerswaist 🫶
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excuseme-greentea · 5 months
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true crime: thomats on the bench
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thommi-tomate · 5 months
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😹😹😹
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1.Thomas trying to find the last Thomats challenge he won
2.Thomas thinking about whether he should accept my kickbase offer for Palacios after all
3.Thomas when he hears the new episode of Alleine ist Schwer Podcast is (slightly delayed) out
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odegirlie · 3 months
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august 2006
took some creative liberties with this lol but i love them 💗
technically they both knew each other since 2000, but there was no records i could find on how they looked at that age 😭😭
this is the oldest photo i could find of mats, at 17 and 20 (so he didn’t have his long hair at 17, sue me)
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you can obviously see which one was more referenced but leave me be!!
thomas was a little more painful to find but thankfully he looks pretty similar lmao but i mostly looked at snapshots from this video and these photos
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he looks so cute :,)
this is half for future reference and half for my own entertainment 😭 i feel like i’m going to draw these old men more now bc this was too fun!!
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neuerswaist · 2 months
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we as a society don't appreciate ThoMats enough. I mean hello childhood friends to rivals (lovers) while still maintaining a healthy friendship??? put some respect on the ThoMats challenge and make them kiss.
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manwallneuer · 1 year
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guessss whatt
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acrazybayernfan · 7 months
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Mats is either reckless or really brave to seat next to Thomas for a long plane trip.
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darththrog · 1 year
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I mean...I had to
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wwwangbr · 7 months
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ThoMats always stay together !!🥰 They just love being around with each other soooo much !!🥺
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goretzkastits · 1 year
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the reel that should have been
@ esmuellert
Goodbye my lover - Die gemeinsamen WM Tage sind gegangen, eine große Freundschaft bleibt! 🤍 #dankbar #thomats #ourstory
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yukiguiseppe · 1 year
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husbands are baaaack 👀
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leonsliga · 29 days
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bvb09:
🔙 Hummels 🆚 Müller through the years. 👀 #FCBBVB
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excuseme-greentea · 5 months
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gossip girls
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thommi-tomate · 4 months
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He could have chosen any other photo on that ThoMats challenge but he chose that one 😹😹
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odegirlie · 3 months
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started spiralling about how long two old men had (potentially) known each other and now i know way more about the fc bayern campus than i ever needed to
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gufettodue · 10 months
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Sweater
He calls himself stupid once, twice, fifty times but the instinct is too strong: he takes the sweater. Then he promptly curses himself, marches back into the away dressing room and puts it back. He can’t. He’s not a thief. He’s just dealing badly with..well, life really. He never thought abandonment issues or heartbreak would come in the form of a national squad list but hey, first time for everything. Maybe it's a pile on effect, first failing to compete with Dortmund, then Robert, now…
How the fuck does Reus do it? - Thomas asks himself. Then he sighs. Marco would probably take the sweater. Call it his due for the world leaving him behind. Only, Thomas is not the one being left behind. He is the one going. Scheiße. He goes back and takes the sweater.
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The shit thing about international tournaments is that you never know how long you will be away for. A week, a month, a single match? Is the weight in your chest going to lift if you win it all? 
Thomas wears the sweater to the last Bayern training - not while actually training, just on his way to the session. The fabric is soft and worn, cozy in the way only beloved clothes can be. It smells like the pine shampoo Thomas has known for a lifetime, its too long sleeves falling down on his hands where they grip the steering wheel.
He is pining, ok? Which isn't a joke on the pine shampoo. It's a statement of truth and one Thomas has realized maybe a bit too late. He wonders if the theft of the sweater has been noticed already or at all. Maybe he could get away with it: not having to explain he woke up one day and realized he's an idiot and he's been in love for 20 years or so.
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The sweater gets packed into his suitcase then gets moved out of his suitcase and into his carry on and then somehow ends up on his person. The flight to Qatar is 10 hours long and the plane is cold, that's the only reason why. He can get away with it, he thinks. The sweater is plain, no logos or brands, nothing that would give away it doesn't belong to a Bayern player. Sure it's black and way too big but it's not bright yellow and he can always say he nicked it from Manu if somebody asks. He snuggles into it on the plane, warm and comfortable. It’s not the same as getting a hug but it’s the closest he’s going to get now, a continent and a sea away.  
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To others, what he is doing would be cruel. Maybe it is. Thomas is not cruel, he is just an idiot. It’s Marco Reus who opens the door on the second ring, looking about as good as Thomas is feeling. Which is shit. Thomas would have taken him to Qatar over Mario but he can't quite say that and not make it worse so he shuts up. 
"Well" - Marco says as a greeting  - "That was a shitshow of a World Cup."
"At least you didn't miss much?" - Thomas says because even at 34 it’s too much of an ask for him to have mastered the art of not completely putting his foot in his mouth. If Marco punches him, it would be fair.  Instead Marco cheers him with his mug of coffee and yells up the stairs "Mats, it's for you!" before disappearing back inside the house, leaving Thomas to deal with himself.
Thomas is not cruel but he is an idiot. The kindness grates on him, scrapes him raw just that tiny bit more as to make it insufferable, like a carpet burn or a nettle sting. It picks at the scab of something unresolved, darkly jealous and selfish, because Mats is here, Mats didn’t stay. It twists guilt at the bottom of Thomas’ stomach - how can he reproach Marco anything? Thomas is the one who has run here like a child with a broken toy after just one international setback when Marco doesn’t have enough toes and fingers to count the times the Universe hated him.
But Thomas has wound himself tight, so tight, it’s really not about football anymore, it’s…
“Mull?” - Mats asks, shaking him softly. Thomas looks up at him and feels himself wobble. He’s wearing sweatpants and a pj t-shirt in the December cold, his hair sticking up in unruly curls and he looks concerned, like he’s probably called to Thomas already, which it’s totally possible because Thomas has not even heard him come down the stairs, which…. Mats gives really good hugs. He's shorter than Manu, less soft, and God - not that Thomas is complaining about Manu's hugs, mind you -  but there's something about being able to sink into Mats, to press his forehead against his chest, into a soft t-shirt that smells like pine that just makes him feel at home. He's always joked that Thomas is like a puppy, a ball of energy with nowhere to go, but here in Mats' arms he can finally still. Thomas slips both arms around Mats’ waist and holds on. 
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Thomas is an idiot but he was blind. First it was Manu, then it was Robert and somehow it all got tangled together and Thomas got lost. Books and songs speak of love like butterflies, fluttering in your belly and upturning your world. But with Mats, it had always been easy, so easy that it had occurred to him only with a 20 years delay that love never needed to be fireworks because it was never meant to explode, it was never meant to burn either of them. It was meant to be the safety of clinging to someone like a koala, the laughs at being dropped on a couch like a sack of potatoes, the thousand kisses it takes to make Mats believe he is not being cruel, he is not going to regret it tomorrow, he is not rebounding from anything. Love was always meant to be the warmth of a well-worn sweater that smells of pine, with the cuffs rolled up so they don’t fall on your hands, and the chance to steal many more, for many years to come.
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