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ghostsofbeverlydr · 1 year

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tumblr status update. another day of acting autistically in the indie bookstore with @thistornadolovesyouu 🫶

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aly-kurta · 2 years

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Not me kidnapping @fanchitties into becoming a beta reader for my whole ass multi chapter gay war AU enemies to lovers fan fiction.

#love you Sophie #forever yours bestie

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inkskinned · 9 months

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i got my isbn today for the book. 8 months to go. my mom and i were talking about what the next steps are. i was eating trail mix, standing on one foot, phone tucked into my ear.

"yeah," i said. "the problem is that tumblr as a market is like, not something that can be studied." there's this weird wave of nostalgia and affection for this place that came up over me: how lovely we avoid consumerism. okay, it sucks as a creator. but also? keep stickin' it to 'em.

my mother made the sound at the back of her throat that i also make, the one that means i've got an idea. "you should figure out some kind of reward for presale amounts. maybe you give out poems or a mug or a signed book or something. would your followers like that?" my mother is sweet, and kind, and i have no idea how to explain on this website you can buy someone crabs.

i put more m&ms down the hatch. i had to speak through peanuts and almonds. "if it passes 25 thousand i will print the book out in its entirety and eat it live on camera."

"oh god. no, you don't have to do that." she was anguished. "just tell them that you'd love them to read it, and that they've inspired you to write. you got started on that site, and they helped you keep going. raquel, you love these people. the community? you talk all the time about the other writers and artists and whatever else. tell them that you're hoping for their support, they'll come through."

"no," i assured her. i discovered i had dropped an m&m, but an ant had already found it, so it belonged to him now. i will let his little life have a surprise blue treasure in it, too. "i'm gonna fuckin' eat the book."

#writeblr #:)#the small secret love i have for y'all. the way i am filled with gratitude.#for the nosebleed club. for stephen particularly.#for every artist i've ever been in contact with and collaborated with.#for every person who has commented on my work and passed it along or fallen in love with it #for every silent 'just hitting like' follower and for every person who sends me dms and for each of you #i know i suck at replying bc i have anxiety. but like. you keep being here. so i keep writing.#i legit wouldn't be here without you.#thank you sophie thank you katie thank you carolyn thank you stephanie thank you jess #thank you if you're reading this #i got too overwhelmed with love and have to stop writing this FAR too early into the thank yous bc im about to cry with love

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leveragedlibrarians · 5 months

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The thing about Nathan Ford is that he is just so very mediocre.

Yeah he's smart or whatever, but despite Leverage really trying to push him as a leading man, he is just Some Guy. He is so startlingly average in every single way, partially due to Timothy Huttons 'Guy who just woke up' looks and partially because his top character traits are: alcoholic, kind of an asshole, divorced, and Plays Chess

He's the most Guy I've ever seen in my life. Truly just unremarkable. His name is Nathan for gods' sakes

#sophie you know i love you but i do NOT understand your choice in men #i want to soak him in broth #i am throwing him down the stairs just to watch him bounce #leverage #nathan ford #nate ford #the definition of bastard man

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vanpalmr · 1 year

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YELLOWJACKETS | 1.01 | 2.02 |

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aro-aizawa · 9 months

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i like to think everyone has a colour associated with them, whether its just your fave colour or what you generally wear most of or what colour your bedroom walls are. i always associate the name sophie with dark blue, my mum is always a nice turquoise, i like to think my colour is a bright sunflower yellow.

if you have a specific shade pls tell me i adore when ppl have associated colours and tell me them, bc i think of them when i see that colour

#shut up danni's talking #its one of my ultimate favourite aspects of character designs and i will forever use it w my characters #but i also think abt it w ppl!!!!#its almost certainly spawned from a combo of my mum passionately loving her colour + my primary school #my primary school's name/theme/whatever was related to the rainbow #its common for primary schools in the uk for the uniform to be polo shirts and schools would pick a colour and that was your uniform #but w my school's theme being rainbows they were like lol whatever colour as long as you're in a polo shirt #so kids would choose whichever shirt colour they wanted some kids switched it up every year #others stuck w the colour they chose all 6 years #so of course i would correlate ppl w colours which is how i always relate sophie w dark blue #bc i'd play w this girl called sophie in the afterschool club who always wore dark blue through all the years i knew her #tbh i still think of my brother also as dark blue bc he would wear the same colour #if you could not guess my colour was yellow and i always felt distinctly wrong when i had to wear a different colour #there were a couple times i had to borrow a new shirt bc mine got dirty or all mine hadn't been washed so i had to wear my brother's #i don't know if its just me but i feel like everyone has an affinity with a colour even if its n9t your fave #hence the poll lmao

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jamnsketch · 1 year

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i get mean when i’m nervous like a bad dog

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33max · 5 months

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“Only now are we starting to realize it: my son is F1 world champion,” she said. “I screamed and cried.”

“I can’t count all the candles I lit this week,” Sophie revealed.

“The angels helped us,” the overjoyed mother believed.

a mothers love is never done

(x / photo by vladimir rys / max verstappen: whatever it takes / sophiekumpen on instagram / x / x / to my son by alicia daly)

#max verstappen #sophie kumpen #I love making these because I get to deep dive like a little nerd and learn so much #did you know Sophie speaks 6 languages #web weaving

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taskmastersource · 15 days

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—I am gonna do it, yeah, I'll give Sophie two points, and that madness can have three.

#taskmaster #taskmasteredit #tvedit #greg davies #sophie willan #joanne mcnally #john robins #nick mohammed #steve pemberton #alex horne #userbbelcher #gif #s17 #17x07 #s17 spoilers #taskmaster spoilers #*#girl i love you

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sophiethewitch1 · 4 months

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Thinking about the boys childhood friends to yanderes with a Catwoman's apprentice reader. It's just reader thinking they're playing and goofing around but the boys have a cage and a collar waiting for you. Jason gets your scratches tattooed. Damian thinks that's an insult of the highest order, and just makes sure you regularly replace them by pissing you off constantly.

#sophie speaks #yandere batfam #this is coming off of a dick x reader soulmates oneshot i have sitting at a pathetic 500 words #im sorry dick i do love you i just have zero control over what creative project i work on lmfao #also is the sadism coming out again #masochist yanderes my beloved

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sophieswundergarten · 8 months

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I am literally never going to be over the fact that Eustace's first instinct was to threaten to sue absolutely any and everyone and he just did not give it up for like, a week and a half or something

Even after being confronted with a talking mouse and all the other normal Narnian nonsense, he really thought he was going to succeed in dragging one of those guys into an English court of law in full armor with a sword, and somehow this would constitute a victory for him

Child. Cross-dimensional lawsuits aren't a thing. And if they were, you would not want C. S. Lewis to be the one who wrote it

#Afsjdkjdskjdf #It cracks me up every time #Of course I do completely understand the comfort that comes with repeating words and plans that make sense to you #Even and especially in instances where everything is out of control and unfamiliar #But Little Sophie was so enamoured with Narnia she couldn't fathom how he wasn't immediately falling in love with the magic of it all #Bigger Sophie gets it now. But she still thinks it's funny.#narnia

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psychicbergara · 8 months

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guys are we seeing this… the romance of it all

#shyan #how can you not look at these and think its not a bit romantic LIKEEEE #even locals are catching on have you SEEN the instagram comments for the first photo SKDHSK insane #ryan and shane love each other an insane amount im gonna walk into traffic #burn my house down #i edited this btw cause i think this looks better LSKJDF #so there might be 2 versions of this post going around #sophie posts

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baeshijima · 2 months

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mmm thoughts of private executioner!blade, who is high priestess!kafka's bodyguard. well, more like her guard dog, as many fearfully seem to think.

he is aloof and gruff and rough around the edges, his name capturing it perfectly. when in the eyes of the public he either keeps to himself or stands ready by kafka's side, but when out he lurks in the shadows ready and waiting to carry out her death orders.

you, yourself, haven't had very many pleasant encounters with him... if you can even call them that. that being said, you haven't had many pleasant encounters with anyone. notorious for your... less than pleasant disposition, for a lack of better words, you have more people who'd rather see you run through than those you can call a friend.

in a dog-eat-dog world, you had no choice but to protect yourself. that, however, ultimately became your demise.

"oh? so you're the one sent to kill me. can't say i'm all that surprised."

standing before you is the feared executioner. his sword is tucked inside the sheath attached to his hip, that ever-present dark swirl of an aura stifling the air. he doesn't say anything, instead opting to silently stare down at your slumped and worn-out form. you find that his gaze doesn't bother you; rather, it's oddly comforting knowing someone will see you in your last moments.

"i've never asked you for a favour before, so this will be my first and last request for you." in all honesty, you're not sure where this chattiness stems from. considering you're currently in a holding cell under the crime of attempted murder towards kafka (a poisoned wine you were most definitely framed for, though you can't say you were surprised) and are awaiting for your turn to be under the guillotine for your public execution, you probably should be a little desperate towards the private executioner in front of you.

and yet, your mind is nothing if not peaceful.

with a huff, you relay your request, "can you make sure it's quick? painless, preferably, but i'd rather you just get it over and done with."

silence blankets the cold chambers. moisture accumulated along the cobble ceiling drip in a steady rhythm, like a clock ticking away the seconds. it's unnerving, almost, how there is not a single sound other than your impending countdown.

"why?" comes his low mutter, effectively causing a ripple within the stagnant air. you almost think you misheard him, but his following words cease the thought, "why won't you ask me for help?"

had it not been for the abrupt shuffle and clanging against the metal bars, you would have never looked up to see him in your last moments.

his scarred hands gripping the metal until his knuckles turn a ghastly white and blood dripping from his palms is what greets your sight. as your gaze slowly trails up, you almost let loose a laugh of disbelief; who would have thought blade, the infamous guard dog of the high priestess, could make such a desperate expression? one looking as though his whole world crumbled before him, in which he can do nothing but sit and watch.

(you will never know of the anger and desperation which coursed through his veins the moment he heard of your predicament. had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have cared. but you're not anyone else; you're you — unapologetically, wholeheartedly. it didn't take him long to hunt down those behind it, cutting them down without thought and putting an end to their miserable lives. he rushed as soon as he could when kafka gave him the order, no thoughts other than you, you, you, occupying his mind.

you will never know of the anguish which overcame him when he found you in such a state, your once healthy complexion and defiant gaze reduced to nothing but a tiredness which had always sat quietly behind your disposition. he's almost positive the muscle which unwillingly keeps him alive tore at the seems from your request, the acceptance in which you displayed causing his mind to go astray. even as he damn-near begs you to rely on him for help — to run away with him to some place no one knows of you and start anew there — you merely smile, resigned and peaceful.

you will never know of how much blade is willing to put on the line for you, for you never made it to see the complete and utter carnage he wrecked in your name.)