#i love sophie

[lovelystargirll]

I feel like a happy little collector, collecting all the pairings. Just seeing glimpses of each character has me screaming.

[ramblings-of-lola]

When I read kotlc for the first time, I remember being slightly upset that Sophie stopped Grady from killing Brant for murdering Jolie. Then when I was rereading this part, I noticed that the main reason Sophie stops Grady is because she's protecting him from himself. She doesn't want to lose him to guilt and have him potentially lose his sanity like Alden. She's already lost her human father, and doesn't want to lose her adopted one too.

[shimmeringlesbian]

In the kotlc fandom and within the books there's a lot of joking about how oblivious Sophie is. Which is true, obviously in the books she's constantly missing signs that Keefe and Fitz like her.

Nobody seems to acknowledge that a lot of the reasons Sophie is so oblivious are because she doesn't believe she's worth having a crush on. Within the first few pages of the first book, when Fitz goes to talk to her, she immediately questions why such a cute boy would ever want to talk to her. The only thing she's confident in is her intelligence- and that's ripped away from her when she learns she's an elf and realizes she doesn't know how the world works at all. She only wears grey and tries to not stand out, and she overall doesn't think of herself very highly.

I haven't reread the series in a while, so I don't really have anything to say about the rest of book 1 through Nightfall. I can't remember anything specific to help my point, but I'll probably make another post about this when I've reread the series.

That brings me to Flashback. In the scene where Sophie and Fitz are in the reception hall at Everglen, they're discussing match lists, and Sophie thinks about the odds of her ending up on Fitz's lists. And even after all this time in the elven world, she still thinks of herself as "the weird girl with the freaky brown eyes who grew up with humans and will never fully fit into her world." By this point, she has five abilities, a lot of friends, and she knows how important she is to the world. But she still has low self-esteem. She almost starts crying in this scene because she feels so ridiculous for ever thinking Fitz could like her.

Sophie had no friends before moving to the lost cities. she grew up constantly hearing everyone's negative thoughts about her, including her teachers, classmates, and family. That'd fuck anyone up.

There's also a lot to say about how she's still an anomaly in the lost cities. But I haven't read the series in a really long time.

To sum it all up I really think Sophie's lack of confidence isn't talked about a lot, when it probably should be? It's an interesting aspect to her and I just had to say something about it.

[the-blossica-fan]

Sophie still exists; just as 110. Think of it like 6's situation in his story, when he received The Revelation

The Coven is uh. Actually much older than I gave it credit for 😭

TECHICALLY, it had existed for 2100 years or so, but moreso just shadowing. Dynol Cyn was the one who brought it into the limelight

Friends wise; yeah Aluya gets some c:

Including Darlin'. If I had to sum up Darlin', they are not only the Vessel for the Deity of Peace, but also Regulus if she had no regard for their own life, saved literally anyone, and would eat a grenade and tell you what it tastes like

So yeah she's in good hands ^-^

YIPPEE SOPHIE IS ALIVE 😭😭😭🎉🎉🎉

(Let me tell you I did not play 6's side story but I can imagine)

WHAT DO YOU MEAN 2100 YEARS OLD?! I- this never fails to amaze me actually, we went from 600 to 2100 years... it doesn't happen to be older than that, right...?

Well apparently The Coven is immortal, long live The Coven, I support them entirely 💪

And Dynol too, I support Dynol. Managed to get The Coven to shine (I was about to make a joke but it was so shitty I decided not to)

I hope it's not noticeable how much I like The Coven

And this Darlin'... I like them, I like them. Thank God Aluya is not alone, although I don't think I would trust Darlin'with Aluya's life I'm 100% happier now that I know she does have a friend (a very reckless friend, but a friend nonetheless)

And since I cannot forget, YIPPEE SOPHIE IS ALIVE LET'S GOOOOOOO

[ilovecryoffearsm]

Fuck that sad shit lmfao love simon and sophie forever fuck is there to be sad about

[st1rchive]

GHYS. GUYS. GUYS. guys😇 SOPHIE THATCHER KNOWS I FUCJING EXIST SHE KNOWS IM A REAL PERSON SHE VIEWED MY INSTA STORY. im never shutting up about this this is the best day of my life this is as good as my life wil get this is all i will ever be i mo longer want to end my life howevee if it ended i would die happy

[criiitter]

find me in the future.

[psychcdelica]

X.

[nadiajustbe]

One of my favorite parts about the writing of Howl's Moving Castle is how easy it is to write off all the things from our world at first as him just being a weird wizard™ (also thanks to bestie @jutenium for spotting this I wouldn't put it like that without you!!/pos). Sure, Sophie uses weird descriptions, but readers have every reason to believe them because of the way Howl is presented as a character. When Sophie says he wrote with a quill that doesn't need an ink, you wouldn't think it was actually a ballpoint pen, you would think Howl had just enchanted his quill so that it wouldn't need ink! When she adds that she can't make out a single word, you think he has matchingly terrible handwriting, but in fact Sophie has simply never seen a pen writing. When she sees the mysterious labels on his books, you think he's keeping a lot of obscure magical literature, but it's really just an encyclopedia and a guide like "Top 10 Rugby Tips." When Sophie notices the bottles in Howl's bathtub, you think they're some kind of magical jars where he keeps girl's hearts, but I'm almost certain that they're just 'Dove' and 'Head and Shoulders' that he's enhanced with his spells and put silly labels on. When you read Calicifer singing a song in a language Sophie doesn't understand, you think it's some kind of ancient cipher or code, but it's actually just a rugby song in Welsh that Howl sings when he's drunk. And finally, when you see the terrifying black door, which is completely shrouded in darkness, you imagine a passage to an eerie, mythical place, similar to what Miyazaki showed us - but it's just fucking Wales.

[asteroidaffection]

curvy curly

[baeshijima]

mr reca fic where he’s suffering a creative slump due to the lack of good scripts (by his standards) from various screenwriters. he feels himself going positively insane with every script he’s given.

it’s too dull. it’s too predictable. this one has no creative flair whatsoever!! that one just doesn’t spark enough imagination!!!

it’s troublesome, really. some think he’s really going through it, while others believe the scripts he’s been given won’t bring him enough money. but really, who cares about monetary value when it is he who cannot even begin to picture himself enjoying the process that comes with each script?

and so that is how he finds himself wandering around aimlessly. sometimes the outdoors is necessary for the mind, and who knows? perhaps he really will find something that will give him a spark. hmm, those trees are looking a little dull. the sky overhead is too cloudy. hm? did he just hear thunder—

something collides into his chest, a choked “oof!” following soon after. he stumbles backwards a little, papers flying through the air around him. he blinks once, twice, at the sight of you on the ground, muttering something under your breath before a sharp gasp escapes you, hastily scrambling to gather the papers fluttering and strewn around.

one such paper falls into his hands. he glances over its contents, skimming through it as he goes to pass it over to you with an apology at the tip of his tongue, only to freeze.

this… this is genius! this is absolutely the pinnacle of writing!! while a little rough around the edges (as drafts usually tend to be), his once clouded mind is now clear, giving way to a blank canvas which slowly depicts the imagery your writing induces. idea after idea pours into his brain as he can visualise exactly what he wants, his body trembling and heart pounding as he insantly fixates on your panicked form still collecting all the fallen papers.

“yes… yes! this is what i was looking for! everything about this is pure artistry! the possibilities are endless, the sky is the limit!!”

this is possibly the happiest and freest he has felt in what seems like eons! seriously, compared to those other mind-numbing scripts this truly is the pinnacle of writing itself.

a laugh full of pure, unadulterated glee escapes him, careful not to crinkle the god-sent paper cradled in his palms. “you! you’re a genius!”

“i’m a wha…?”

he whirls in the direction of the source of the voice, further praises and a proposal for a collaboration on the tip of his tongue, only for his breath to catch in his throat.

you… you’re so radiant! even with that disheveled appearance and absolutely adorable confused expression you’re giving him, he never realised such beauty existed! not only does your writing fill him with endless creativity, but his pounding heart, parched throat and warming skin tells him you’re definitely the main character!

but wait! if you were to be the main character, then would that make him the main character’s love interest? surely he wouldn’t have had such a cliché meet-cute like bumping into each other if he wasn’t the love interest! but what if there is a second love interest? no, no, he can oust them…

you, on the other hand, believe you’re about to get whiplash instead of the man, baffled at how he instantly switched from a maniac to stark silence to muttering senselessly with a dreamy expression.

well, each to their own. you have more pressing matters, and that’s to quickly return home and continue fantasising before you forget the idea! but first, you have to get the last piece of paper back…

“um… sir? can i have my paper back, please?”

in an instant, he kneels in front of you. now that you’re at eye level, he certainly is very handsome. if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought this was some movie or drama plot with him as the main lead! oh, but why is he holding your hands—

“yes, i will spend the rest of my life with you.”

“…what?”

tldr; you’re just a silly writer who daydreams far too much for their own good, and somehow managed to bag top-tier director mr reca with the power of said daydreams. (his ever-growing obsession with you is concerning to say the least but, hey! what genius isn’t at least a little insane?)

[inkskinned]

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."

[jzargo]

"The Hissing Wastes is the WORST" the Hissing Wastes is great if you bring Blackwall because he proceeds to tell you about the time he got lost in a desert storm, he and his men got drunk and high, and then they woke up naked and had to fight a bunch of ghasts. Most riveting story in the entire game. Solas and Varric wish they had stories to tell like this.

[aardvaark]

i like how leverage throws in random details that are never elaborated on. hardison gets himself a front row seat at the oscars each year, but we only see that in a single throwaway flashback. parker broke a guy's fingers for touching her and it wasn't even a plot point, it was just one in a series of memories of stabbings and so forth. eliot continually knows extremely specific information which implies some extremely specific scenarios he's been in. the more we find out about sophie's backstory, the more questions it raises about what the hell is wrong with her. and the more we find out about nate's backstory, the more questions it raises about what the hell is wrong with him.

[warcl0ck]

I always lived in my head / from sophie hatter!

❝ at least you're aware of it, no? ❞  the doctor suggested, trying to brighten the girl's day with her joyful yet forced tone. she continued to fill the old kattle with water, enjoying the distraction from looking at the old face that carried behind it such a YOUNG PERSON. always doing something with her hands when finding herself in weird scenarios, for and sierra wondered if THAT's how she was supposed to look herself, after so many years. the thought was chilling.

OH, EVERYTHING WAS UGLY, TWISTED, AND NOT NATURAL ; IT MADE HER PITY MISS HATTER ALL THE MORE !

❝ and now you can do something about it. start living, truly living. though you shouldn't do it while... well, looking like a dried plum, hm? ❞  she giggled, and so did the hot boiled water on the fire behind her. sierra turned, running to serve it, the leaves （ romero, canela.. ） on a bowl twisting with the heat and emanating a scent unlike any other - exactly the one she wanted, though. lady mann would have been proud. ❝ drink this. it won't erase your curse, only the sorcerer you've mentioned might be capable of that. but, it will bring you back for some weeks until you find him. ❞ 

[smileytriceratops]

watching leverage is truly a "giggling and kicking my feet" experience for me personally. it's genuinely such a fun show with such fun and compelling characters that i can't help but grin like an idiot at my screen when they do barely anything