#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

[sophsicle]

there is something a bit horrific about living in a world determined by algorithms. because, for all our fears about the advancements of technology, it is still fundamentally crude. it lacks empathy and tact. unable to tell the difference between trends and tragedy. so that when something happens. like a death. all it knows is that people are looking. and it doesn't care why. it doesn't care how. it just doesn't want them to stop. so it drags up every photo and every video, piecing together some Frankenstein phantom. of a person who can't take things down. can't block things from view. can't die in peace. because the algorithm sees you looking. because no one ever taught it that digging up bodies is bad manners.

[namchyoon]

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

[soupyloopyx]

guys this is kind of weird but my friend ari doesn't have many friends irl and her birthday is coming up and i would be so grateful if some of you guys just replied to this post wishing her a happy birthday :) it would make her day and i would put it on this little website i'm making her (below)

i'm enlisting the help of our mutual friends, but i know it would mean so much to her to just see a lot of "happy birthday"s and it does only take a couple of seconds to type "happy birthday ari" into the replies section

thank you all so so so much <3

ignore our ss, they make sense in context 😭😭😭😭

[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. 

[sop-soap]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIKOLAI GOGOL! This clown is so committed to the bit he was born on April fools!

[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.

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

RATING: Mature (Brief Mentions of Violence) Word Count: 15.6k Pairing: Shenko Characters: Female Shepard, Kaidan Alenko

“Can’t sleep either?”

It was a softer question that came from behind him as he raised his hand out in front of him and the pale orange glow of his omni-tool lit up his arm to unlock the med bay. Kaidan turned back around to catch Sophie seated at the mess hall’s table. She was dressed a bit more down than he’d seen her before. Mussed hair that was thrown in a bun on her head and an N7 hoodie tossed over her shoulders. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her wear N-branded gear before. Maybe her armor, but the logo was missing from her breastplate. It was another question he had, but one he didn’t ask out loud yet. Maybe it was related to being on Omega for four years, or maybe it was something else. He wanted to, but he was never really sure which lines to cross. Which questions delved a bit too far into things that might be personal for her. Personal things felt like the kind of stuff she didn't like talking about, and he never wanted to push... too far on things like that. He liked talking to her, and he thought he got something similar from her. Maybe he just didn't want to ruin that by prodding too far into something that might be private.

He could see the pile of data-pads spread around her in a few different piles that cast a series of pale lights dancing across the piercings on her face and the darker circles under her eyes. That, and a family-sized box of cereal on the table. Brown, purple, green, and blue. It was a bit hard to make out the brand, but he knew he’d seen it before when he noted the cartoon animal on the front. Well, not a human animal. He’d eaten it before a thousand times as a kid. Cocoa Pyjaks. Kaidan couldn’t really help the quirk of his eyebrow.

“Maybe. Are you having a midnight snack?” He chuckled and folded his arms over his hoodie, leaning back against the wall for a brief moment. He winced just slightly. There was a quiet clatter of metal against metal as Sophie set the spoon back in her bowl and gave him a smile in response.

“Maybe. I couldn’t really sleep. I had a migraine and I was a little hungry. I thought the sugar might help,” she replied, giving him a quick once over and a smaller laugh. He gave her a smile in return before it settled across the back of his thoughts again. The same ones from when he carried her back from Genesis with Ash taking point, and she was unconscious, unresponsive, and barely breathing. That gnawing guilt in the back of his head because he was pretty sure he knew what the migraine was from. He'd seen it in the med bay first with the way she shrunk away from the lights. Then on the Citadel with the way she'd ducked right out of Chora's Den after questioning Harkin. She hadn’t vocalized it out loud, but if you pass out from a Prothean vision for fifteen hours? It has to fuck with your head in some way.

Sophie tilted her head as she looked between him and the door with a pair of narrowed eyes. Kaidan could already see where her head was going judging from the fact that she knew where he was heading. Then she blinked and something else settled across her brow. She grimaced for a second.

“I’m so sorry if that was loud. I can be quieter if you need me to. Do you want me to turn the lights down a little more?” She softened her voice even further. It was just barely above a whisper. “I’m used to working my way through the dark. You’d be surprised how many times I ended up rolling through my apartment in the dead of night after a mission. I’m halfway decent at navigating in the dark. Maybe that’s my special talent. I forgot to tell you about that up in the cockpit when we met. Joker was being so much more than a bit of an ass. I thought the knife thing was a little bit better.”

She grinned again and Kaidan could feel his brows furrow. Maybe that took him aback just slightly. He knew Chakwas had mentioned the L2 thing to her. It was in his file with everything else. Maybe not the migraines specifically, but that was one of the complications alongside everything else that could possibly be a complication. It was fairly well-known and well-documented just about everywhere. He knew she'd read his file. She'd mentioned it on that stupid tour. She knew about the commendations and the ship postings. Maybe he just hadn't expected the L2 thing to stick in her head. Or if it did, to ask one of those question about it. The same ones as everyone else.

Because everyone always just had a thousand questions about it. Why not just upgrade the implant if it causes you severe medical complications and crippling pain? As if the implant model that was bonded to the eezo nodules in your brain when you were going through puberty can be easily pulled out and replaced with something completely different. Somehow it was always a question about… why the L2 implant was the way it was for him with everyone. Why he "kept it", for most people. But no one had ever just asked a question about making the migraines slightly easier to deal with without making a comment on the implant itself. Without making a comment on him. Without making a comment about him.

And the joke? It was almost like they were just two normal people having an actual conversation, even if it was in the middle of the night on a prototype Alliance frigate. Someone who actually cared enough to ask about him and not have some snotty asshole comment about the implant that they didn’t even understand.

“No, that’s okay. But thanks for asking. It’s… actually alright in here right now. The auras I get aren’t too bad later at night when it’s dimmer.” Kaidan blinked and cleared his throat. Then he quieted his voice. Migraine. Hers were at least partially sound sensitive from what he'd noticed in Chora's Den. “I was going to head into Chakwas’s office to grab some of the NSAIDs she has that also have a bit of caffeine in them. They aren’t that great, honestly- but they help sometimes. I haven’t really found anything that works terribly well except a dark room and a few hours with limited noise and no lights. Do you want me to grab you some?”

There was a pause from Sophie as her mouth opened and he could see something in her eyes. She gave him a grin as she reached into the front pocket of her hoodie and held up a bottle. One of the same ones he was planning on grabbing from the med bay. She set it on the table in front of her and inclined her head toward it.

“I’m okay. Thanks, though. I already snuck in and nabbed these. I'm not a big fan of doctors, and I knew Chakwas would ask a thousand questions about the headache if I told her I needed a painkiller. But these aren’t any worse than the ones I used to get as a teenager. These are the same kind my mom used to get me. Shitty, but they help a little bit, right? The only real difference between now and then is that source is just a little different now,” she chuckled, grabbing her spoon to take another bite of her cereal. Sophie nudged her head back out toward the bottle as Kaidan paused completely in place with a raise of his eyebrow. “I’m not sure what yours are like. I get auras, too. Mine were never as bad on smells for triggers or sensitivity, but I never had an implant. It was usually noise, nausea, and auras for me. The nausea isn’t terrible right now, so I’m eating something in the hopes it won’t be awful later. I really don't want to vomit up breakfast. That was always the worst part of mine. But… I’m not really sure how common these will be. You can have those if you want. I don’t want you to have to raid the med bay in the dark.”

There was a gentler smile painting across the corners of her lips that he could see before she turned to look back down at the data pad to her left. He could almost swear it was one he felt like he’d only ever seen shot off in his direction, even though they hadn’t known each other that long. She took another bite of cereal and light from the data pad arched across her brow again. It made her seem so much softer than the person who had launched a knife into Harkin’s hand after the disgusting shit he'd said to her down in the Wards. And then slammed his head against the table when he’d refused to give them the intel he had. It wasn’t like he really minded that person, honestly. He liked her. She didn't really take shit from anyone, and he respected that. Or this one. The one who had offered to turn the lights to basically pitch black because she thought it might make his life even the tiniest bit easier. He liked both of them, actually. A lot. It just felt a bit difficult trying to figure out if it was that hard-ass who plunged a knife into Harkin's hand that pushed him out of the way on Eden Prime... or the person who offered to turn the lights down and kept shooting only him those softer smiles.

“About the Prothean beacon-“ Kaidan stopped as his voice trailed off. He frowned for a second. Finding the right words? Not as easy as he thought the conversation would have been in his head. “The migraines? Those are from the beacon, right? When we were in the med bay after Eden Prime, I didn’t get a chance to say that-“

Sophie softened her expression as she looked back up to meet his gaze. She shook her head.

“Nothing that happened with the beacon was your fault, Kaidan. You didn’t know what was going to happen- none of us did. I would have made the same decision I made every time. No hesitation. And I’m fine, really. It’s nothing I can’t handle. And it’s nothing you should…” Her voice trailed off for a moment when their gaze met. He knew what she was going to say judging by the expression on her face when the words stopped. She must have seen the one on his. “It’s nothing you should worry about. I’ll be fine, I promise. These aren’t that bad- I swear. No worse than any others I’ve had before. Honestly? Them keeping me up a little really isn’t that different than how I usually spend my nights. I don’t sleep that much. I haven’t in a long time- long before I touched the beacon. I get these awful nightmares. Besides, I can always raid the med bay if I need painkillers. I was spec ops, remember? I’m good at sneaking around in the dead of night.”

She grinned and gave him a wink, arching her spoon out toward him before she stuffed it back into her mouth with another gentle laugh. And his mind stopped completely dead in his tracks. He was honestly just trying to make sense of it. All of it. Everything she said about the beacon. Maybe about the nightmares? He had a question about the nightmares that was screaming in the back of his head. Something he desperately wanted to vocalize because that seemed to slip out so easily for her, despite it feeling personal. But it was just the one thing his mind settled on. Just two of the words that had slipped out from her. No hesitation.

Oh, it was definitely not the hard-ass.

[kay-no-lies]

I love this team pt. 2

lyss holding mal while she cries on the field makes my chicago heart weeping 🥹

[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

[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

[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]