#happy birthday soph!

[greasewrites]

Happy Birthday Soph! ( @sophia1x1 )

I hope you have a good day! Wishing you all the best on your birthday, I hope you are able to celebrate! Thanks for writing with me! From me and my made up lads, haha!

Em. x

[namchyoon]

YOONGI ♡ IDOL LOVE YOURSELF FUKUOKA DOME cr. namuspromised for @sugajimin 🤍

[jimimn]

921204 ♡ happy belated birthday seokjinnie! (cr. @jung-koook, namuspromised, @0613data)

[sassysophiabush]

[reflection-s-of-stars]

You are someone I have always known

Or, an Eposette barricade day/birthday fic for the lovely Mina @jewishdainix !!!! Sorry it’s a day late, and I hope you like it!

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

That was as far as their interactions went most days. Cosette would see the flashing of cold blue eyes and a ratty jean jacket, and she’d wave instinctively. Not because she wanted to talk to Eponine, which she didn’t, especially not outside a therapist’s office, but because it was polite.

So Cosette was disturbed, one bright June morning, to realize that Eponine’s absence rattled her immensely.

It had become a comfort to her, it seemed, to see that face every Wednesday. Yes, it was the face of someone from a time she never wanted to relive in a hundred years, but the face itself was unaffected by that time somehow. Her face, her clothes, her walk, the way she nodded her head to say hey or hi or hm, had all become fixtures in Cosette’s life.

This, as has been said, was an unpleasant realization. Just because it’s comforting to have common fixtures in your life doesn’t mean you have to like those fixtures. 

Still, her relief at seeing Eponine walk out the door next Wednesday was noticeable, if not to them both. 

~

“I like your hair.” 

“Thanks.” 

Compliments were new territory. Yes, the electric shade of green Cosette had dyed her hair was shocking, but most of those who saw it just stared. 

She hadn’t gotten the chance to mention it before they were through their respective doors, but she liked Éponine’s hair just as much. It wasn’t dyed, but a muted shade of red that had been regaining a brilliance and a luster that she hadn’t seen before. A stylist wouldn’t have dreamed of touching hair like that with green dye. 

The second unpleasant realization of the last three weeks was that Eponine was so pretty. Like, Greek myth pretty. One of the wood nymphs in the myths storybook her papa had gotten her for whatever reason resembled her. It had told the tale of Ekho, talkative accomplice of Zeus, struck down by Hera and worn away by Narcissus. The doodles of Ekho looked like Éponine’s past life or secret twin. 

That was all Cosette could think about in therapy. She discussed other things: dying her hair, going bowling with Marius (whom she was over, thank you very much) and his friends, seeing her Papa in the suburbs and her mother at the cemetery. But life was routine enough that she could recite it from memory, and what was really on her mind was the fact that the client who left before her looked like a minor goddess in a storybook and had complimented her on her brand-new neon hair. 

Her therapist probably couldn’t tell all that just from listening to her talk. 

~

“Didn’t I see you hanging out with Marius Pontmercy on Sunday?” 

“Yeah, we met up with some of his friends and got ice cream.” 

Cosette’s hair was fading. She’d thought about going blonde, but the risk of looking a bit too much like Enjolras was just a little more than she was willing to take. So she was letting her roots grow out. 

Ice cream had been fun. They couldn’t go to the bar anymore since Grantaire was so set on getting sober, but a root beer float tasted better than normal beer anyway. A strange sensation had been Courfeyrac’s effusive praise of her hair as he craned his left hand for Marius’s right. They had held hands for the whole evening. Cosette had never liked it when Marius wanted to hold her hand for hours on end, but Courfeyrac seemed to like it just fine. 

There was no jealousy involved. Just them, hands clasped like a lock, and her, looking on silently. Eating her ice cream, laughing at Musichetta’s jokes. 

Wishing she could fall in love like that. 

Not with Marius again. That was nice for a few months but she didn’t need to do it again. Just someone, anyone, that would make life’s routines and fixtures feel more hopeful, more special. 

She mentioned it in therapy. Her therapist smiled to himself. That meant something good, it had to. 

That night, like she hadn’t done in years, Cosette made a wish in the fountain at the mall. 

~

“Were you there-“

“Yeah. What’s going on?”

It turned out Eponine lived in the building that Marius and Courfeyrac lived together in. Cosette had seen her going out as she left their place. The hair and eyes weren’t easy to miss, but she only noticed Eponine after the fact because she’d been sobbing like a little kid. 

She said it was nothing, and soon it would be nothing. Yes, Papa was in the hospital for heart trouble but he’d be out soon. No, she couldn’t be too far away from him but she had a place to stay and it was a four-minute drive from the hospital. Yes, it was all going to be just fine. 

It had to be fine, because her Papa was all Cosette had. 

He’d known her mother well, and when she was dying she said he would take care of everything. Everything meant Cosette, and he embraced her like his own. He loved her as much as any father loved his daughter, if not more. And she loved him more, if it was possible, because he’d chosen her of all little girls to love. They stood proud side by side, and they leaned on each other if they needed. 

And Cosette knew she wouldn’t be able to lean on her Papa if everything didn’t turn out fine. 

New routines sprouted from harsh soil. An everyday four-minute drive to the hospital, sitting with Papa, planning out the future if he got better and the future if he didn’t. A second four-minute drive, eating Marius’s leftovers and asking Courfeyrac to go to her place and water her plants. Tumbling asleep at midnight, leaving her phone off do not disturb, waking up tired. 

Seeing Eponine in a new hallway. That bit was nice.

~

“Where’ve you been?”

“All over.”

Papa came home after a three-week stay in the hospital. The doctors had a list of all the things he wasn’t allowed to do, which included living by himself. Cosette was in the process of moving all her things to his house. 

He had told her not to worry, that he was an old man and that these kinds of things would happen. She was young, she ought to enjoy her life. She fought back, she did, but Papa had a way of winning arguments that really made her understand why he was so often compared to an ox.

So, after her long break, Cosette was back in therapy. After this she was going out to get Papa the last of his meds, and after that she would go to sleep no matter what he said or did. 

Routines were blending like dream logic, it seemed. The daily drives were longer, the appointments shorter, and Papa’s habits replaced those of Marius. There weren’t sudden changes, but everything was in a different place now. 

And yet, here was Eponine, headed out of the same door she always was. Like the changing of seasons: Eponine walked past and the sun gleamed. Eponine skipped a Wednesday afternoon and the wind stung Cosette’s face. Her beautiful hair was the spring, her footsteps were the fall. 

A fixture of the spinning of the earth since they were little kids. It wasn’t magic, nor was it destiny. Just Eponine. 

That was better, somehow.

~

“Can I get your number?” 

“How come?” 

“Marius, Courfeyrac and me are going to hang out tonight. I know you know them, I just thought I’d ask if you wanted to go?” 

“You want to hang out with me?”

“Why not?” 

“You know there are a lot of reasons why not, Cosette.” 

“I do.” 

It all just hung in the air for a second. Chill wind. 

“I still want you to come.”

“Does Marius?”

“I don’t see why he’d mind.” 

“What about-“ 

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” Cosette said. “But if you do, then I can text you. We can make it a thing.” 

“A thing?”

“A routine. Something we do together.” 

A lot of words went unsaid that day. They didn’t know what would be said, or when, or how. That wasn’t part of the plan. 

“Here,” said Eponine. “Give me your phone and I’ll put it in.” 

Cosette could feel herself smiling. 

They went to the movies with Marius and Courfeyrac that Saturday. The week after that was the bookstore, because it was so close to September already and Eponine needed new textbooks. The wind changed from sweet to minty, but nothing was too much now. The time passed. 

Eponine took Cosette to dye her hair neon green again. 

[athousandbyeol]

(although it's not yet 4th of september from where she is) i want to wish soph, @a-slut-for-vegaspete, my beloved, a happiest birthday! 🥳 i love you so much. i hope this day will be one of the greatest days of your life. thank you so much for being my good friend here. God knows just how much you mean to me. i love you, soph. happy birthday, love! ❤️

[daddy-ul]

he lurks.......

SNEAK ATTACK

[sophsun1]

I just remembered that it’s Gale’s birthday today so it’s only right that I watch some of his best work even if it does emotionally ruin me. Yes, I am talking about the Prom episode.

Hey anon!

I think it's very rude of him to not appear out of hiding and show his face on this very special day™️ smh. I can't believe he is as old as he is, he still looks great also the clock is ticking for him to reprise his role and give me old grandpa Brian Kinney, so get to it powers that be.

There's never a bad time to watch prom, Gale's performance is stunning especially that hospital scene at the end, kill me wdy.

[misssophiespice]

Reaching 24 feels like a blessing this year rather than daunting like birthdays usually are. I ran three miles today because I wanted to, not because I was punishing myself. I booked the day off work because I want to take in the day rather than hiding from it like I usually do. Small things, but it’s taken a while to learn I’m allowed to do things for myself. I’m allowed to want more. 23 was the year of healing my inner child, and today it feels like I’m holding her hand.

[angel-bubbles]

in honor of @angelnoodlesoup’s bday i offer you a very dumb minion meme <3 everyone go send her love hehehe

[missmeinyourbones]

i HAVE to send this suna tiktok to u .😵‍💫 he is just.. he’s so —

also i hope ur having fun on ur vacation!! i love u 😽😽😽

soph…… my fist is truly in my mouth

[greasewrites]

𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 (𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹) 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎! @sophia1x1 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓅𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓎! 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶v𝑒 𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹!

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 <𝟥

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝓈

[shenzhiheng]

―Medea, Euripedes (trans. Philip Vellacott) [insp]

↳ for @fanghuas happy happy birthday soph!! here's to another year of supporting women's wrongs together!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[sassysophiabush]

[reflection-s-of-stars]

Its my birthday 🥰

[ripesinner]

Before we were the same messy flesh, I’m sure we were the same dust.

on twin flames for my soph. happy birthday i’m glad for every lifetime we’ve spent together @vanirgo

maeve and aimee, sex education. anne sexton, a self-portrait in letters. trista mateer. strawberry blond, mitski. radio silence, alice roseman. the orange, wendy cope. a little life, hanya yanagihara. this is how you lose the time war, amal el-mohtar. mouthful of forevers, clementine von radics. the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, taylor jenkins-reid. friedrich nietzsche, from a letter to mathilde trampedach. dani & jamie, the haunting of bly manor.