#soph’s things

[furiosophie]

it's something sinister to love without regard for dear tomorrow

#modern warfare 3 spoilers #mwiii spoilers #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #call of duty #mwiii #09 soapghost #listen i just think that while 22 ghost would be fuckin pissed that they're destined to die in every life #09 soap would find so much comfort in the fact that they got to find and love each other again in the next one #despite how it all ends #something something i will chose you every time #something something only two things will ever have me you and death #anyway #close behind and strawberry wine fucked me up good in the last couple of days #soph arts #id in alt text

[sophbun]

thats not the dark rider

#sonic #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #soph posts #marmite #u can stack things on him he rlly doesnt care at all

[sophsicle]

time is so fucking scary. because it does not care if you are happy. you will think I wish to stay like this, right here in this moment. i have found my place. but then time comes like a wave and pushes you forward. you cannot stay. and neither can the people you love. forward forward forward. time has ripped the claws from my hands, and the teeth from my mouth, as I have tried to cling to yesterday. but you must move forward forward forward. Forward forward forward. Forward forward forward. Forward forward forw—

#i recently went back to the place in which i was happiest in my life #and it has changed and doesn't look the same #and doesn't belong to me anymore #and quite honestly nothing aches quite like knowing #that no matter what i do i can never go back #that even if i stayed it would have all gone away anyway #that i had to move forward #and i had to let go of the things that made me happy #because time wouldn't stop #soph rambles

[junekicks]

steve sneaking up to reader room because he misses her & she’s been quiet all day.

i changed this up just a little, hope that’s okay <3 (shy/anxious!reader) (588 words)

mush little mouse ♱ steve harrington

Steve’s house is jumbo.

You could easily get lost if you’ve never been here before. Though, it seems everyone’s been here before. It’s Steve Harrington.

It’s summer, and summer means parties.

You hadn’t really wanted to come. Parties, big parties, at least, aren’t necessarily your thing. You’d also woken up this morning with an awful feeling in your chest. Like a boulder’s been sitting on your chest all day just rambling about nothing important. And mister boulder won’t seem to move till he’s done talking, and he won’t stop talking.

You’d come to the party anyway. For Steve. Because you like Steve. And Robin says Steve likes you too. But you highly doubt that.

You’re not sure, but around twenty minutes ago, before you disappeared upstairs, a crowd of them were doing shots off bodies. It might’ve been Eddie on the counter with Nancy’s lips against his tattooed skin. You aren’t really sure. Your head is still spinning.

You’ve been in Steve’s home before. You find his door quicker than you mean too. It’s quiet up here.

Your back pushes against the wood once you’re in, taking a deep breath. Your eyes screw shut as you push the ends of your palms into them. You smudge your mascara.

Your eyes ghost along Steve’s room. You’ve been in here briefly a couple of times before. Your palm glides over his made comforter before you take a gentle seat. You stare at his wood floors for a little before letting your body fall back into his bed with huff. You aren’t sure what’s wrong with you now. You hug yourself. It’s quiet for about six minutes before the door opens.

“Knew I’d find you here, cupcake.” Oh.

Your eyes peel open at the all too familiar voice. You sit up on your elbows as the door closes. Steve looks awfully pretty. Hair highlighted and a bit messy, like his fingers have tugged on it endlessly. He looks like he’s glowing. Plain black shirt. Jeans that sit low on his waist. He’s got his gold chain on, he always has it on. There’s a red solo cup in his hand, but he doesn’t seem drunk. He seems very far from it. He seems to catch your eye as he stands before you.

He smiles small. “Fruit punch. The normal kind. You want any?” You smile small up at him, you shake your head as in no. He places the cup in your hand anyways. He’s like that.

He takes a seat next to you and gently squeezes your bare knee. You’ve got a cute little, short flowy white skirt on. It complements you nicely. “Thank you for coming,” he says gently. You sip the drink gently. He carries on, staring at your scuffed high tops. “I know you hate these things. It means a lot to me.”

Your gaze flickers to his now. He seems to feel it, he looks over at you too. He smiles. Warm. Sweet. Honeyed. Your cheeks fade pink. “It’s no biggie, Stevie.”

A whimper almost crawls up his throat and slams past his lips to break his teeth. He smiles more. Skin a little hot. “S’okay if I hang out with you up here?” He’s doing it again. Making sure you’re all good.

You raise a brow and place the drink back in his hand gently. “It’s your room?”

Steve can’t stop smiling. “Yeah. True, but you’re more fun to be with than the mess downstairs.” You aren’t sure you believe him, but you decide to take his word for it. “Okay.”

He laughs a little and presses a soft, wet kiss to the highest point of your cheek. You laugh gently, nose scrunching up. He squeezes your knee again.

Guess his parties aren’t that bad.

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x y/n fluff #joe keery #Steve harrington x shy!reader #steve harrington x anxious!reader #soph’s place

[4dkellysworld]

Anything that you desire will keep you in that specific limitation and prevent the expansion of the identity to all possibilities. - AI 4dbarbie

If you say you can't have joy unless you do or have something, you limit your joy. The natural state is unlimited joy. This is the real natural state. The natural state is being infinite, but we superimpose over that all these ideas of limitation, of needs, attachments and aversions that block out this infinite joy that is natural. If a being would do absolutely nothing, he would be this infinite Being. He would then be only a witness. - Lester Levenson

#desire is limiting your infinity #the way she makes things click! #thanks ai 4dbarbie (and soph) #quotes #ai 4dbarbie

[bcyhoods]

hi miss cece babe! love the new blog, very cutie! i do come to you with a request if you like <3 shy!reader getting steve harrington flowers on a bad day of his <3 been obsessed with shy!reader, just too soft <3

u are so cute and u sent this a while ago SORRAY. this is just a short little thing to help get out of a writing rut!

talks about migraines (brief allusion to vomiting but nothing more than a sentence)

Steve could be extremely prideful at times.

He’d jump into action headfirst even if it meant a swift blow to his temple or a demobat bite to the abdomen. More often than not, he’d reap the consequences days later in the form of a dull headache or a singing pain in his bones, in addition to the scars and bruises painted on his freckled skin. Whenever you’d ask about it though, he’d give you a charming smile with a quick, “I’m fine. You should see the other guy.”

It was usually enough to quell anybody’s concerns, safe for your own ever-worrying mind, but even then, it would soothe you just enough. He never did it out of spite or malice, he just didn’t want to worry you. Plus, he wasn’t weak. He could handle it.

Today just wasn’t his best effort, he supposes.

The pair of you were supposed to go out today, but this morning he woke up with a particularly nasty migraine that wasn’t letting up any time soon. And no witty remark was able to save him from your doting presence (which he was quite grateful for).

You’re sat beside him on his bed, pushing away the strands of hair that stick to his forehead.

“‘M sorry,” he says meekly. His complexion is pale, face screwed up in discomfort, and a sheen layer of sweat coats his skin. Any food that he was able to get down would just fight it’s way back up.

The apology makes you frown. Your hand hovers over his stomach, a featherlight touch out of fear that it’d make matters worse. “Don’t be, it’s not your fault,” you reply softly.

He reaches for your hand with his own, gently bringing it down to fully rest on the swell of his stomach and sighs in relief. The gesture gives you goosebumps. You remain this way for awhile, your other hand combing through his hair, until he’s able to drift off.

The first time he wakes up, you’re laying a warm, damp rag on his forehead and placing a delicate kiss to his cheek. You’re telling him something, but he’s not awake enough to understand. Though his headache seems to have dulled.

When he awakes again, the throbbing sensation in his head is thankfully nothing but a memory. Faint hums and the whistling of a kettle motivate him to get out of bed when he sees new items sitting on his bedside table.

You’d gone to the store to get some aspirin, which now sits on the wood beside a cup of water. But it’s not that he’s interested in, not really. Beside the medicine, with a blue ribbon around its neck, sat a vase filled with daisies. A flimsy piece of paper rested against the glass that read For Stevie :) in your handwriting.

With a gooey smile on his face, he pads into the kitchen to find you. Your back faces him as you pour liquid from the kettle into a small mug. He calls out your name, and the second you turn around, he feels his insides turn to mush at the way your face brightens.

“Oh, you’re awake!” You recoil at the momentary loudness in your voice. “Are you feeling okay?”

Steve nods and pulls you into his arms. His thumbs dip under the hem of your shirt to caress the skin of your waist. “Better, now. Thank you for taking care of me.”

You hum in response as he presses a kiss to your temple.

“And thank you for the flowers.”

Suddenly, you feel heat rush to every swell and curve of your face. You didn’t expect him to explicitly mention a few flowers. And now you’re embarrassed.

“They’re feverfew. They’re supposed to help with migraines,” you reply into the cloth of his t-shirt in an effort to hide your nervous, lovesick grin. But the silence that follows makes you queasy.

That is, until he moves to cradle your face in his hands to deliver a firm kiss to your lips. The kind that makes you feel lightheaded, the kind that makes you grasp tightly onto his biceps to prevent you from floating away. You sigh once his soft lips move away from yours and you feel his breath fan your skin as he breathes out a laugh.

“Oh no, you’re running hot. Do you have a fever?” He teases.

#i got more detailed than i wanted to AGAIN dammit #but i want to care for him. #i also didn’t know how to end it so this is what this monstrosity is #ᝰ cece’s scribbles #✮ gf soph #✿ convos with cece #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x gender neutral reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff #steve harrington thots!

[druidberries]

it's been a bit since the breakup and so far Sophia has gone through many stages of the breakup blues. she was super sad, then angry, then she ended up cutting bangs, and now here we are: retail therapy!

previous // next

transcript under the cut

S: omg...you have to try this on

R: what? no it's literally bright pink

S: just because your mom is the queen of goth doesn't mean you have to be too you know!

R: but I like dark stuff too!

S: [pretending to look sad] pleaseee! it would cheer me up, look how heartbroken I am

R: you're literally faking it

S: I'll buy that black dress if you try this on

R: [sighs] give me the pink dress

-

R: hmm...

S: no way...you look so cute!!

R: this is NOT my color!

S: it IS!! I'm buying it I don't care what you say

R: I'm never gonna wear it!

S: ok sure whatever you say

#tjolgen1 #save: tjol #tjol: sophia brady #tjol: raven stein #ts4 #ts4 legacy #sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 gameplay #tjolc #the things raven does to cheer soph up 🤦‍♀️

[field-s-of-flowers]

Something something “I don’t let go, it’s my one thing,” something something “Blood of Eden has asked Camilla Hect to stop carrying the bones,” something something “she fought as if her heart had exploded,” something something “love and freedom don’t coexist,” something something “it was good, we were happy” only after combat, something something mad dog Camilla Hect

#soph’s posts #the locked tomb #camilla hect #Like a dog with a bone. Holding so hard to a thing it becomes a part of you. Knowing your only purpose is to serve and relishing it #Dog son of a wolf Javert.

[dy3rs3v3]

Jason Momoa and Tom Morello hanging out backstage with Metallica at Night 2 in LA, 27.08.23

#JAMES LEGS JAMES LEGS #also the new tattoo... hes insane #such a james thing to get work done not only in the middle of tour but between 2 back to back shows help #also tom my og guitar hero helloooo #always funny seeing james next to even taller people #i think its good for him #aaaand not to disappoint soph: #im yelling screaming crying james in shorts is everything i need to remember my tag for james in shorts #show us your thighs now old man !! #metallica #james hetfield #lars ulrich #kirk hammett #met on tour 23 #tom morello #audioslave #ratm #2023 #72 seasons era #met with others #also sorry i must add - bro got the longest toes lmaoo to go with the rest of him #still scarred from that pic he posted on insta back in the day with his toes and peanuts... why #robert trujillo #soph pointed out my mis #spelling rip #updated to add kirks post ♡

[jq37]

I'm listening to the ACOC talkbacks and its so funny to hear Brennan say that if they ever do a FHJY, they should come back and reread your recaps

Haha, real talk? Truly one of my proudest moments that my little fan project was impactful enough that the dude at the top of the whole thing took note and shouted me out. I wasn't sure it would reach any kind of audience at all, let alone that it would reach Brennan himself. If he did end up checking them out, I hope he found them helpful! And to everyone else who still checks them out either for a refresher or as a companion while watching eps for the first time, I hope you know I smile whenever I get a notification on those!

#asks #parrot-parent #dimension 20 #d20 #I'm looking fwd to getting into the swing of things again for soph year! #I will have to find a new system though bc woof they they FOREVER to do #although dropout if you wanna pay me I promise you I will be SOOO meticulous lmao

[furiosophie]

i know someone must have done this already but--

based on this post by @chaotic-kass

#dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #meowrpheus #cat!dream #yes i made hob a computer science professor #love the english and history professor headcanons #but also i think he'd make a real good computer science professor #bc in some roundabout way the progress the internet brought is out equivalent of the printing press #also i'm sure he would have very quickly realized that the thing that gives everyone access to every information at all times #is sth he should maybe keep an eye on #thus why not get into programming get ahead of the problem #with the potential to make a lot of money pretty anonymous too #keep his digital footprint in check #forge documents and images #you get it #anyway #id in alt text #soph arts

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF PRIORITY: PALAVEN

Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Lt. James Vega, Dr. Liara T'Soni, Garrus Vakarian, and EDI With: Flight Lt. Jeff "Joker" Moreau, General Corinthus, Primarch Adrien Victus, and Councilor Tevos War is your resume- and at a time like this we need leaders who have been through that hell. And honestly? Uniting these races may take as much strength as facing the Reapers. Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

+BONUS:

#mira makes gifs ✨ #james vega #sophie shepard #liara t'soni #garrus vakarian #EDI #jeff joker moreau #general corinthus #primarch victus #councilor tevos #mass effect #mass effect 3 #me3 #mass effect legendary edition #dailygaming #did i finally finish cutting the palaven footage into gifs? the answer to your question legion: is yes #was it a bitch and a half to color correct bc of the ridiculous lighting and blue filter on palaven? maybe :) #me3's ridiculous blue filter you will NEVER be famous #also the bonus is bc this is all i could think about when soph was eating up garrus in the vakarian set #comes to palaven just to steal garrus’s look and wear it better #cleric’s guardian armors for shepard you will ALWAYS be famous! ❤️❤️‍🔥 #also james looking fine as HELL in his titan armor! that's my baby boy killing it over there! #and EDI MY BELOVED #the best part of palaven is the EDI reveal and you cannot change my mind #like i love all the early game missions but i miss kaidan and ash so the only thing that satiates me is my love of like james EDI and wrex #for the first like 20 hours of the game i just focus all my energy on them until i can get towards like the early-mid game #will i be gif'ing grissom next? yes bc prime EDI james and jack content #also my dumb ass figured out hair streaks and heterochromia with cleric's help when i was working on my mshep sculpt so stay tuned for that #SPEAKING OF THE MSHEP SCULPT I WILL BE SHARING DOM GIFS #soon™️

[sophsicle]

it's late one night, James and Regulus lying in bed. Regulus is tucked into James's side, face hiding in the crook of his neck. The lights are out, they should be asleep. They almost are, hovering right in front of it, eyes heavy and voices sluggish.

"I want a body that has only ever been touched on purpose," Regulus finds himself whispering, always braver in the dark. James hums understandingly. "Or maybe," he tries again, voice barely there. "Maybe I just don't want a body at all."

#like micro fanfic #is that a thing? #i just like writing little scenes with them #I DON"T KNOW #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #soph rambles

[junekicks]

outside the lively ♱ eddie munson (shy!reader)

Eddie’s friends are kind of scary.

Like obviously they’ve never been mean to you, they aren’t complete assholes. They’re just intimidating and you’re like a small bunny rabbit. Skittish.

It’s Ben’s birthday, Eddie’s childhood best friend. Eddie said you didn’t have to come if you weren’t feeling up to it. You weren’t. But you still came because you’re kind. And you like spending time with Eddie, despite that being all you do.

The Disco is a club in New York that makes your head spin. It reeks of sweat, alcohol, drugs, and sex. Definitely not your scene, very much Eddie’s and his friends.

There’s a big plate of nachos on the table of your guys booth. To shock you’re in a deep conversation with Hunter’s girlfriend, Lily. She’s very kind and a cool partier. You guys are knee deep in the masses of a fashion leading conversation. You, still in grad school, her, just graduated.

You don’t notice Eddie slide out of the booth.

As he’s gotten older he’s gotten more quiet with his motions. You aren’t really sure why. You didn’t know him in high school.

Another round of drinks is brought out to your booth and your fingers itch for a new drink but pause at the lack of the boy who’s kind of your boyfriend but not really. You guys live together in a cool little apartment above a bakery. You share kisses sometimes. And he sleeps in your bed a lot. You don’t really know what is going on between you guys, but you don’t mind what it is. You like it. You like him.

Everyone’s bubbly yapping on drinks as you slide out of the booth. Two drinks left for you and Eddie drown in condensation.

You push up on your tippy toes. You don’t see him in the dim, slow changing lights. It’s like every evidence of his existence has disappeared. You frown.

You try for the side door of the club. It’s a safer route for drunken dancers than the front door when they can’t hold their liquor anymore.

New York’s somewhat cold breeze tickles your face as you step out of the doorway. It swings heavy behind you with a thud. Chills rise along your skin as your gaze moves around the alleyway. You spot him instantly.

Eddie looks like he’s drowning in his plain black (too tight) tee and his puffer. Your arms are just dressed in a tight white long sleeve that shows a bit of your stomach. Your jacket forgotten inside. Your arms wrap around yourself. He hasn’t even heard you come out. He’s in his head. You can tell.

“I got a little scared.” You say gently. Your voice mixes with the breeze nicely. His eyes peer up from the ground. He’s got a cigarette in his hold, another one is killed out on the ground. Your brows pinch.

“You’re my ride. Got scared you ditched me.” You walk closer to him, slowly and careful. You don’t want to trip up in your chunky New Balances in front of him.

Eddie sends you a small smile as you pause somewhere at his side. You don’t lean on the wall like he does. Your shirt is white. “You okay?” You say quietly.

“Hey, Stargirl.” Eddie says gently. Your nose scrunches up at the name. Cheeks going a little rose like. You’re lucky it’s somewhat dark out. “I’m alright.” He says softly, deeply. It sounds genuine.

His free hand shuffles into the pocket of his puffer. He seems to realize you don’t have a jacket on. “You cold?” He asks as he pulls out his cigarette pack.

“No. I’m okay.” You lie. You’re a little cold. He nods and eyes you but doesn’t say anything about it again. He offers you his now opened pack. He knows you don’t smoke, but he offers regardless because he likes being nice to you. You shake your head, you hair moves softly. You smile. “Oh, no. I’m okay. I just wanted to hang out with you in this dark, dank alleyway and whatnot.”

Eddie scoffs a laugh that’s mixed with smoke. He shoves his pack away. He pushes his hand out again, you give him your arm. Not sure why your arm. You could’ve given him your hand. He doesn’t seem to care like you do.

He pulls you into his side. You gasp a little as your trip into his side. Your nose gently prods at his side. His arm is tight around you and you’re not so cold anymore.

“You are cold, star.” You smile into his side as your arms snake around his waist. “Yeah. I am. A little.” Eddie snickers a soft laugh and drops his second cigarette. He stubs it out. His other hand goes for you, rubbing along your arm. You aren’t cold anymore, but you don’t say that. You like him touching you like this.

“Alright, inside.” He says lowly. You hum and follow him like a small puppy. His hand encasing your wrist. You’re not sure why he’s been outside by himself for so long, but you’ll figure it out sooner or later when you’re not inside the lively walls of The Disco.

#eddie munson #stranger things #new york #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson au #eddie munson x shy!reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson x female character #eddie stranger things #soph’s place

[fanghuas]

gu xiang saving that singing girl and kicking ass, then being surprised that she doesn't get in trouble just because "she was in the right" will forever be one of my favorite scenes in the show tbh

#soph rewatches woh #just. how clear it is she expects the yueyang sect disciples to protect these assholes #bc she grew up in a place where being strong matters more than being right #and because all she knows of the 'righteous' sects is their corruption #especially given her connection to luo fumeng #so of COURSE she assumes the 'righteous' offenders will be exonerated #who cares about some unimportant singing girl eh? #who'd believe her over them? #and the thing is that 90% of the time she'd be right #and despite having no hope that anyone would take her side she STILL does this #potentially jeopardizing her plans to get into yueyang sect as well #she's just so GOOD #she grew up in a boiling pot of fear and second-hand trauma #and people who adored her but that meant keeping her alive first #teaching her to keep herself alive at any cost #and she is still so fiercely determined to protect others #maybe because the people who love her protected her. maybe because she knows they couldn't always protect themselves

[ripesinner]

my sun, and all of my flowers: you.

twinflames, for mine, @vanirgo

dani & jamie, the haunting of bly manor / letters to Sartre — Simone de Beauvoir / jules & rue, euphoria / ryan & shane, buzzfeed / wildflowers — tom perry / I loved you before I was born — Li-Young Lee / Eurpides — Anne Carson / maeve & aimee, sex education (gif source unknown, found on pinterest) / my kingdom for a murmur of fanfare — Kaveh Akbar / nancy & robin, stranger things / Song of Achilles — Madeline Miller / Sue Zhao / casey & izzie, atypical / sirius & remus — harry potter franchise

#periphery #for soph 💌 #twinflames #ronance #damie #web weaving #bly manor #rules #wlw #sapphic #prose #words #poetry #art #buzzfeed unsolved #atypical #euphoria #stranger things #wolfstar #cazzie #best friends #twin flames #compilations #this is so gay bro #Gay #sappho #my posts