#sophie x tom

[eddysocs]

Together, Whatever Comes — Tom Koracick x OC

Summary: Sophie has been experiencing a lot of brain fog lately, and it’s very much not like her. When Tom takes notice, he thinks he has the answer.

Word Count: 682

Warnings: Talk of pregnancy

Tom knew his wife, Sophie, better than anyone else. He could tell when she was thriving in her element, when she was the brilliant pediatric surgeon who commanded a room with her precision, charm and kindness. But lately, something was off, and it didn’t sit well with him.

He noticed it first in small things, like the way she’d leave her coffee mug in random places, her patient charts abandoned halfway through her notes, and in moments when he’d catch her staring into space in the middle of a conversation. It was all so unlike her, and it was beginning to worry him.

“Soph,” he broached softly, finding her in the on call room, where she was sitting on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly flipping through a medical journal without really reading it.

She looked up, startled out of her thoughts. “Tom, hey. I didn’t hear you come in.”

He sat beside her, gently taking the journal from her hands and setting it aside. “Now hear me out,” he started. “You’ve been all over the place lately, and it’s not like you. Not going to lie, it’s kind of scaring me a little,” he added with a nervous chuckle, always trying to keep things light.

Sophie sighed, leaning into his side. “I know. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just can’t seem to focus. It’s like my brain is working on a different frequency.”

Tom gently rubbed her back, his brow furrowed with concern for her. “When’s the last time you took a break? I mean a real break, not just five minutes between surgeries.”

“I don’t even remember,” she admitted with a small, tired laugh. “But this feels different, Tom. I’m leaving things halfway done, zoning out. That’s not me.”

“No, it’s not,” he agreed, thinking on it a moment. Then, something occurred to him —a thought that gave him pause. “Sophie…when’s the last time you, uh, had your period?”

She blinked at him, the question catching her off guard. “What? I—” She frowned, mentally counting the days, and then her eyes widened. “Oh my God, Tom, I… I’m late.”

He grinned, the worry in his eyes shifting to something warmer, more hopeful. “You might be pregnant.”

Sophie’s hand flew to her mouth as she stared at him, her heart racing. “Pregnant? But… we weren’t even trying.”

“I know,” he said, taking her hands in his, his voice losing its usual snarky tone in favor of gentle reassurance. “But we weren’t exactly not trying, either,” he quipped, with a playful wink.

Her mind raced as she processed the possibility. They had talked about starting a family, but it had always been more of a “someday” conversation. And yet, now that the possibility was real, she realized how much she wanted it, how much she wanted this next step with him.

“What if I am,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. It was part nerves, part excitement, though at the moment neither one was quite winning out over the other.

“Then I have to get to baby proofing the house," Tom joked.

“They’re not going to come out crawling,” she ribbed back at him. “I hardly think that’s our highest priority.”

“With my brains and your determination, they just might.”

At that, the two of them shared a laugh, finally able to feel like themselves again for a moment, and not just scared prospective parents.

"I love you, Tom," Sophie said with such tenderness that it felt like the first time she’d said it to him all over again.

“I love you too,” he whispered into her hair, kissing the side of her head. “Tonight, let’s go home, take a test, and find out for sure. Whatever the result, we’ve got this.”

Sophie nodded, a smile finally breaking through as the joy settled in. As they left the hospital hand in hand that night, Sophie felt the weight of the past few weeks lift off her shoulders. They were stepping into this new chapter of their lives together. And she couldn’t wait to see what the future held.

For @sicktember

Forever Tag: @baubeautyandthegeek, @kmc1989, @curious-kittens-ocs, @fanficanatic-tw, @gcthvile, @kenjioharashotspot, @immyowndefender

[sylkithecat]

@giftober 2024 + @mcuchallenge | Day 26: One Gif

➢ that one scene that made me fall in love with sylki

[kate-bridgerton]

Solly McLeod as Tom and Sophie Wilde as Sophia in Tom Jones (2023)

[holly-mckenzie]

You and me and the world before us... And I cannot live in it without you.

Solly McLeod & Sophie Wilde in TOM JONES (2023)

[snake-queen7]

Howl's Moving Castle cosplay~

LV as Howl Pendragon and Harriet as Sophie Hatter ✨️ plus alternative colors ^ ^

I wanted add this art on Halloween, but I made new art, soo here it is. It's one of my fav Studio Ghibli movie, amazing piece of art 🥹 Hope you will like it~☆

And my commissions are still open!!

[bohemian-nights]

…Daemon Targaryen had come to love the small brown bastard girl

FINAL GIRLS OF THE DANCE WEEK 2024

Day 5- Favorite Romantic Pairing: Dettles 🐑🐉

[frankenbride5]

if you ever feel like you're a failure, just remember that there are blogs on tumblr where middle aged women gossip about, shame and bully their male celebrity's partner.

[wildwren]

MR. AND MRS. THOMAS JONES --> SOPHIA AND HER TROPHY HUSBAND

Sophie Wilde and Solly McLeod in Episode 4 of Tom Jones (2023)

[apinchofm]

Solly McLeod and Sophie Wilde as Tom Jones & Sophia Western

Tom Jones (2023)

[wheredidileavethatfire]

“What are you smiling about?" Benedict demanded. She didn't bother to glance up as she replied, "I'm plotting your demise." ❃ Julia Quinn, An Offer From a Gentleman    

[eddysocs]

Speak My Language — Tom Koracick x OC

Summary: Tom and Sophie express the five love languages to one another.

Word Count: 901

Warnings: None, pure fluff

1. Words of Affirmation

"What are you reading," Tom asked, peeping over Sophie's shoulder as she perused an article on her laptop.

"An analysis of the so called 'Five Love Languages'. The original text itself is reductive. Surely these are five ways people can express love, but they’re not the be all end all the author claims them to be."

Tom grinned. He liked this side of her. The skeptic hidden under the sunshine persona she pushes so hard in the peds ward. "I agree," he punctuated with a kiss to the side of her head. "Five is such a small number. Ten maybe, but five? I don’t buy it."

Sophie chuckled and shut her laptop, shaking her head. "Tom, you ridiculous man. I love you."

"In more than ten ways?"

"In twenty," she replied, not missing a beat.

2. Acts of Service

It had been a long day. And a tough one at that. Sophie checked her watch. Shit, it was later than she thought. She gave Tom a call.

"You still here? I know I said I’d make dinner…"

"Already taken care of. The best Chinese takeout money can buy, a selection of movies for your perusal when you get home and one free cuddle session."

"Tom," Sophie practically sighed. She was still amazed at how thoughtful he could be sometimes.

"Bailey told me you had a difficult case and I thought you might want to take your mind off of it for the night. Maybe finish off that love language article you were reading. Whatever you want."

"Thank you. I’ll be home soon. I’m just leaving."

3. Receiving Gifts

"Dr. Kendall, I have something for you," one of her nurses told her, having finally caught up with her.

Sophie regarded the woman curiously. Had she forgotten some paperwork somewhere? Lost a patient chart? But the object she held in her hand wasn’t paper at all, but a six inch, flat, rectangular box. Sophie accepted the mysterious item from her hesitantly.

"Oh, and a note," she added, reaching into her pocket and taking out the folded up paper that accompanied her strange gift.

"…Thank you," Sophie replied, as graciously as she could amongst the confusion. Before she had time to think up any follow up questions, the nurse was already halfway down the hall, and Sophie was left with the box, and the note. She opened the box first. Inside, it contained a pen, bright purple, no doubt with dark purple ink within. Sophie smiled, sat the box on the nearby supply cart and unfolded the note to read.

I remember you saying your favorite pen ran out of ink, so I rush ordered another. — Tom

4. Quality Time

The rain had just cleared and it was Sophie's favorite time to go outside and clear her head, and since she had a moment, she did just that. Her feet led her to her favorite bench, just outside of Grey Sloan's main entrance. Yet she didn’t expect to find Tom already occupying half of the seat.

"Knew you’d be out here," he greeted with a sly smile. He was really starting to know her almost better than she knew herself these days. She sat next to him wordlessly, and let out a weary but contented sigh. She’d been on her feet for hours, but sitting here with Tom was a nice release from her busy day.

It was a mere fifteen minutes before she was needed back inside once again, but Tom had stayed by her side in silence the whole time, his arm thrown around the back of the bench, letting her lean into him if she liked. And she did. Her body was aching for her to stay still, just hold out a few more seconds before tearing herself away from Tom, but duty called. Still, for the rest of the day, she’d mentally be sitting on that bench with him, soaking up the smell after the rain.

5. Physical Touch

Sophie giggled when Tom came up behind her and whispered in her ear. His hot breath warmed her neck and his arms slipped around her waist, causing tingles to shoot through her body. He rested his head on her shoulder and watched her cook for a moment. It wasn’t often enough that they got to enjoy a proper meal together.

"You stir," Sophie instructed, and Tom took the wooden spoon from her hand, leaving one arm around her as he stirred the sauce. Sophie busied herself with checking on the pasta —nearly ready now— and Tom placed a quick kiss on her cheek. He let her go when the time came to drain the noodles, and they stepped around each other skillfully as they finished the preparation.

They ate in relative quiet for a change, and Tom reached out for Sophie's hand across the table. He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles for a moment as they attempted to manage their spaghetti with one hand, a feat that got the better of them sooner rather than later.

After dinner, came another dance around the kitchen as they put dishes in the sink and the leftovers away in tupperware, every once in a while Tom brushing his hand across her lower back. And when they finally sat down on the couch together, all felt right in the world as Sophie ducked under Tom’s arm and scooted in close.

Forever Tag: @baubeautyandthegeek, @kmc1989, @curious-kittens-ocs, @fanficanatic-tw, @gcthvile, @kenjioharashotspot, @hyperdrivve

Sophie Kendall: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul

[marxism-leninism-wonyoungism]

Was watching ep 8 in bestie's room today when I screamed "Kendall roy doesn't deserve to see his kids ever again and he should die a grisly death". She was like uhm wait don't you like him isn't he your favourite???? How do I explain this to a non-succesion non-Kendall girly. Yes I love him yes I want him to be dead. Yes I think he's suffered too much yes I think he's an asshole who deserves the worst wdym these aren't the same thing.

[sinceileftyoublog]

Riot Fest 2024 Preview: 5 Cant'-miss Non-headliners

St. Vincent; Photo by Alex Da Corte

BY JORDAN MAINZER

Emo Friday, indie rock Saturday, metal Sunday seems to be the theme of this year's Riot Fest--at least for the bands in the big fonts on the poster. Of the bands previewed here, you've got your pop-punk farewell, your art rock heavyweight, and your post-punk up-and-comers, but also the finest of the alt-country and hip hop worlds today. Yes, I'm fully aware that two of them overlap, but who's to say you can't go half and half? Here are 5 can't-miss non-headliners.

FRIDAY

Sum 41, 6:05 PM, Cabaret Metro Stage

"I don't wanna believe that maybe this is the end," Deryck Whibley sings on "Landmines", a standout from Sum 41's eighth and final album Heaven :x: Hell (Rise). On the contrary, Whibley's been pretty publicly okay with hanging it up, and I have to imagine it's in no small reason due to the strength of the record, two discs that, respectively, dive into the pop punk of the band's early years and the more metal-adjacent sounds of their more recent releases. It's as if Sum 41's released a greatest hits album of their various aesthetics. The first disc, Heaven, opens with "Waiting on a Twist of Fate", an impassioned blast that Sum 41 can still do as well as anybody, and doesn't slow down for the majority of its runtime. Even the songs where Whibley expresses ennui are ripe for rousing singalongs, from the barnburner "Future Primitive" to the stadium-sized "Dopamine". The band sounds as exciting as ever; the interplay between Dave Baksh and Tom Thacker's guitars, and Frank Zummo's rolling drums propel songs like "Bad Mistake".

Impressively, the songs on Hell are no less catchy and perhaps even more dynamic, such as "Over the Edge", whose hardcore verses subside for the hooky chorus and an unexpected piano outro. "I Don't Need Anyone", a song written after the band decided on calling it quits, sports a big, swinging bassline from Jason McCaslin, as if to say, "We might miss playing music, but you're gonna miss the feeling you get when listening to us, more." They even find room to document their penchant for live covers, delivering a fairly straightforward though no less burly version of The Rolling Stones' "Paint it Black".

On closer "How the End Begins", Whibley's perhaps a little more honest than he was at the beginning of the album, singing, "Sometimes I wonder if I have enough to say / Or am I just an echo, a reflection of yesterday." Even if Heaven :x: Hell acts as a proper career retrospective, it's a hell of a time, something the band can be proud of for years to come. Catch them for the last time on Friday night and rap along to the immortal "Fat Lip".

Waxahatchee; Photo by Molly Matalon

Saturday

Waxahatchee, 6:15 PM, Radical Stage

Katie Crutchfield's brand of alt-country might be a stylistic outlier at Riot Fest, but that makes it all the more punk, if you ask me. Leaning into the high and lonesome has resulted in the two best Waxahatchee albums so far, 2020's Saint Cloud and this year's impressive Tigers Blood (Anti-). Hearing her and her venerable band play these songs, at golden hour? That's unbeatable.

St. Vincent, 6:35 PM, Cabaret Metro Stage

On St. Vincent's first self-produced album All Born Screaming (Total Pleasure), the oft-acting singer adopts her boldest persona yet: herself. Throughout the record, she sings about loss, grief, and the art of keeping on, with a sense of brutal honesty we haven't yet seen from Annie Clark. "Give it all away cause the whole world's watching you," she sings on groovy opener "Hell Is Near", ditching the idea of role atop swirls of syncopated synth layers, dramatic piano, and hypnotic twelve-string guitar. What she cares about most is being subsumed by the music--well, that, and you being subsumed by her music, Clark embedding herself in your ears, like on the slinky, whip-cracking "Flea", rife with her trademark guitar squalls.

Part of Clark's comparatively straightforward communication, though, is letting us know when she's struggling. On "Reckless", she's shaken by the idea that those she loves will one day be gone: "Hey, ma, I'm cracking up," she sings, her usual assured baritone morphing into a creaky falsetto. She uses industrial beats and repetition of phrases to mirror emotional states of panic or release, screaming over and over "What are you looking at?" during the outro of "Broken Man", ending the title track by consistently chanting "all born screaming" beside skittering drums and a propulsive synth line. At the same time, All Born Screaming still finds time for uplift. "Violent Times", laden with David Ralicke's cinematic horns, is a tribute to finding love and practicing art amidst societal chaos. And the gorgeous "Sweetest Fruit", a salad of synaptic synths, galivanting drums, and twangy electric guitars, is dedicated to queer creators like SOPHIE and political cartoonist Daniel Sotomayor who passed away far too young. Clark has spoken about how the act of screaming is a sign that you're alive. As such, All Born Screaming shows a newfound appreciation for her earthbound world.

Live, expect to hear much of All Born Screaming, plus standouts from St. Vincent's previous five or so records.

SPRINTS

Sunday

SPRINTS, 1:20 PM, Cabaret Metro Stage

They don't even have to begin their set with "Ticking", and SPRINTS are still guaranteed to keep you on the edge of your seat from start to finish. Yes, that song's build up of guitar, snare, and chanted vocals exemplifies the apex of the Dublin quartet's live intensity, but any of the hard-charging tunes on Letter to Self (City Slang), their terrific debut album, could introduce you to their urgent world. With SPRINTS, lead vocalist Karla Chubb sings about self-acceptance and love in the face of a world that stigmatizes depression and discriminates against queer folks, and she's got the might of Colm O'Reilly’s lead guitar, Sam McCann's groovy bass, and Jack Callan’s meaty drums to back her up. SPRINTS play early, and they might not play to a packed crowd, but everyone will leave a fan.

Tierra Whack, 5:00 PM, Rise Stage

Tierra Whack has been one of the most exciting figures in hip hop for the past half-decade. Her first major statement, her debut mixtape Whack World, consisted of 15 minute-long, world-building vignettes, each accompanied by a video. Her first three EPs introduced her as someone unafraid to blur genre lines, questioning the usefulness of such divisive tags to begin with. (They were appropriately titled Rap?, Pop?, and R&B?) Earlier this year, Whack finally released her debut studio album World Wide Whack (Interscope), and it's a proper emotionally complex follow-up to the identity struggles of Whack World. Sure, she flexes her rapping prowess and overall aura. "I make a dollar every time that my heart beats," Whack declares on "MS BEHAVE"; on "CHANEL PIT", she claims that--yes--at her concerts, the "mosh pit smell like Chanel." Much of World Wide Whack, though, is melancholy, delving into her anxiety and struggles with friendships and relationships. The nervous R&B of "BURNING BRAINS" is the sound of sensory overload, complete with pitch-shifted, molasses sweet, indecipherable backing vocals. On "IMAGINARY FRIENDS", built around a surf rock guitar line and minimal drums, she sings, heartbreakingly, " My last best friend, said he wish he didn't know me / His name was Oscar and he really hurt my feelings / When I grow up I want to hang from a ceilin'."

Whack often spits around understated, minimal production, and she references suicidal thoughts numerous times throughout World Wide Whack. But the album is not defeatist; instead, it's a statement of triumph despite her troubles. On "27 CLUB", talking through her ideations, Whack almost acts like her own guardian angel, showing herself what life would be like if she were gone. And the most joyous song on the record is "SHOWER SONG", a slice of Southern-fried synth funk about the joys of--you guessed it--singing in the shower. She adopts a nasal vocal style as if to emphasize her carefree attitude towards how she sounds, a moment where the ultimate curator is instead finding strength in her vulnerability.

It does take a good curator to put together an unforgettable live hip hop set, and Whack's likely to cull from her instant classic mixtape and new record at Riot Fest. Whether her mosh pit will smell like Chanel? To be determined.

[holly-mckenzie]

Solly McLeod & Sophie Wilde in TOM JONES｜Episode 1 dir. by Georgia Parris

[feelslikecrawl]

Sophie Wilde as Sophia in Tom Jones (2023)

[bohemian-nights]

TOM JONES 2023 💐