#ch: sofi

[st4rdom-if]

collage of gifs

🟠 Sofie

🔵 Vi

💖 Nari

❤ Chang-ho

💚 Andy

💛 Seungho

💜 Gracie

[dogfancier]

Ch Fifi and daughter Ch Ringsätras Sofi (standard poodles) published 1965

[padfootscoldleathers]

i'll leave (a light on) ch.3

ch.1 ch.2 ch.3, ch.4, ch.5

The drive from where they'd just performed in Houston at NRG Stadium up to SoFi Stadium in San Diego was going to be a good twenty four hours of highways, concrete and boredom. Or maybe not. He had a gut feeling Mary wanted to talk about something. While Sirius' gut is not typically one to rely on, like that time he once smushed a sandwich with oily meats into a toaster thinking it was a good idea and had a very small, very eco-friendly house fire on his hands. Probably not thinking.

Not the current point though. The point is he's bored, which means he has The Munchies, in short he has to get someone to ask Kingsley to stop for breakfast. Point being he has to enter the dragon's nest.

Sirius carefully untangled himself from Mary slipping a pillow to replace his arm under her head. Then he quietly manoeuvres around Marlene's limbs hanging half on the bed with Dorcas and her other half on the floor. Sirius takes a couple steps past and squats down to Peter's bottom bunk. Sirius pokes at his face but Peter doesn't even stir. Then he starts to whisper.

"Hellooo," quiet as possible to not wake Minnie but his patience threshold when he's hangry is abominably low. "Hey!" He grumbles under his breath when Peter doesn't so much as twitch and starts to flick at Pete's chubby cheeks. "Hellooooo," when there's still no reaction Sirius whisper-shouts, "Hello!" accidentally flicking off Peter's hearing aid that he probably forgot to take out last night and scrambles to catch it. When Sirius turns back its to an unimpressed, freshly woken, grumpy Peter and he tries to play it off with an awkward grin. "Heh. Good morning, you lovely ray of sunshi-"

"What d'you want, Black?" he drags out in early morning irritation.

Sirius purses his lips to the side and mumbles, "Could you ask Kingsley to stop for breakfast?" Peter blinks, twice, stupendously at him then turns over and cocoons himself. Sirius drapes himself over Peter with murmurs of 'Please?' and 'I am your best friend.' and 'Don't you love me?'

Peter shoves the covers down from over his face and is immediately met with Sirius' ginormous puppy dog eyes. "And you can't ask him yourself because..?"

"Sometimes when I am bored I'll sit up front with Kingsley and ask him to make stops at gas stations so I can get slushies. He won't make stops for me anymore. Says I'm entitled and wasting valuable road time. Though that might also be because I dropped his slushie last time. In his lap. All irrelevant to my current situation of The Munchies. Pretty please, Blondie?" Sirius blinks in cartoon fashion as if that was helping him get what he wants.

"Mm. Lost your pretty privileges, have you?" Peter rolls out of bed groaning and face plants on the cold hardwood floors. You can see his chest rise with a deep breath before his heavy agonising sigh and mumble of, "I greatly dislike you."

Pete hauls himself up and immediately stumbles over Marlene's extended leg. Once he's stable he kicks her leg a bit muttering about how she sleeps like that american gas station blow up man they saw on their drive into Texas. He walks over her arm and head lying in the middle of the walkway and heads to the front of the bus. Peter opens the door to the driver's area to talk to Kingsley but instead of just saying what he needs Pete gets into the passenger seat.

Sirius face drops because he knows Pettigrew just went back to sleep and he won't be getting breakfast for another half hour. Splendid

★

By the time they park at a diner in some town in the middle of nowhere it's 9:27 and everyone is awake and alive if not dead on their feet. Sirius hops out the bus doors and proceeds to twist and turn his spine in every direction possible to get every satisfying crack. He carries Mary in a flowing yellow sundress on his back to the diner and Marlene speed walks to the doors of the diner with Dorcas in tow.

Sirius lowers her into the booth and once they're seated a waitress passes by to get them started on drinks and take their orders. Their lemonades reach the table and Mary taps Sirius and signals outside. "I want to talk to you about something." she says.

Sirius walks with her joint at the hip out the diner. "Hiccup still bothering you?" Mary looks confused but then he pokes her leg and she gets it. "Hm? Oh, no. Some days are better than others, it doesn't cooperate or it's uncomfortable, it depends. Or sometimes I just don't want to wear the leg. Free will, let the limbs breathe and all that jazz. No, um. I actually had something I wanted you to listen to." He looks sceptical but then she continues,

"Remember Lily Evans?" Mary tells him everything. The rumours, the denial, wednesday night hook-ups, lies, how angry it made her and how hard she'd tried to be it for Lily. That if she'd just been good enough, that she could help Lily through it and they'd work it out. And about how she's finally given up.

She didn't say any of it really, just handed him her headphones. Sirius looks from them to her confused, "I didn't think I'd be able to tell you. Not anything to do with you just that I feel so.. angry. And so worn. I can't even really say why I stuck around so long."

Obviously though, Sirius knew why she'd stuck around Lily Evans. Mary's not lying of course, she obviously can't understand why she stuck to Evans for so long. Why she stayed through all the kicks and punches, yelling and denial, unreliability and fickle love. Sirius sees why though; knows it was because she wanted to prove she could love someone no matter how aggravating it was or how difficult they made it; knows why she wanted to prove it.

He puts on the headphones and hears her familiar voice coming through the speakers. Everything Mary says in the song are axes hacking at his rotting pillars. He leans against the glass window of the diner and slides down till he hits the pavement and Mary follows in a pistol squat. Sirius holds a hand locked over his mouth as tears stream down his face and his lungs scrape themselves raw. The lyrics are rubbing salt in a very fresh wound and he hears Barty's voice echo in his mind

"You let me stay; you let me hurt you."

I hate that I let this drag on so long, now I hate myself

I hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell

At the end of her primal scream on the demo, Sirius turns to face Mary who seems apologetic, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you." He's frozen for a second then drops his hand from his mouth and wraps himself around her tightly, gathering her up in his arms. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you," Sirius whispers with his voice hoarse. Mary huffs at him, "Looks like I wasn't much there for you either." She kisses his temple and utters, "I'm sorry. I really do love you, Sirius."

He sniffs and wipes his bleary eyes then wipes her tears too, "I love you more, Marianne,"

"To my credit though, I don't think you're a loser."

"No?"

Sirius stands and pulls her up after. "Nah, 'cause you're just a teenage dirtbag, baby~"

"Wow, okay. Wrap it up prince froggie. Get your pufferfish lips out of my personal space bubble. Your," Mary makes a circle with an open hand in his general direction. "..everything.. is insulting. Anyway, pancakes?"

"Pancakes."

Sirius stops them at the diner's glass door entrance. He slides the headphones down and off his neck, shakes them and asks, "Is that song released yet?" Mary shakes her head. "Then I have a wonderful idea."

She grins.

★

"No." 

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Tftoml Character Design pt 1

@cjbolan @cinnamondunce

Here are the much awaited designs of the Philip sisters, this is what they’ll wear in acts 2-3. Note, I don’t think I’m good at the Disney art style, so I tried using my own. Now here are a few facts about the sisters.

Morgan Elaine Philip

- I did not like how she was animated in the sequel since the animation was done with cheap animation like Space Jam a New Legacy AND James Baxter didn’t animate for Disenchanted. That’s why I tried to make her look more like the first actress, because I like Rachel Covey’s curly hair and dimples.

-Morgan is wearing a leather jacket, navy blue, cargo pants and brown boots. The yellow shirt underneath paired with her pants, symbolizes the Aroace flag and her sexuality in my fic. She gets the purple cloak in Act 2 and it symbolizes the Asexual flag.

-This takes place in a universe where Morgan doesn’t make the memory tree, since to me it felt like a poorly built up macguffin. She does have a special sketchbook she uses to draw and write in.

Sofie Diana Philip

-She does share most of Robert’s traits and those ended up being stronger in Giselle’s when I finish the flashbacks and Act 1. She used to have blue eyes but they became brown after infancy and it’s from Robert’s lineage. Imagine her being portrayed by Lexi Rabe, if this came out in 2017.

-Her dress is a nod to the gown Flora and Meriweather ruined in Sleeping Beauty and to show how asymmetry is important in character design. Her shoes match Morgan’s cloak and they’re a nod to when I owned a similar pair of light up shoes as a kid.

-Sofie’s personality is a fusion of Giselle and Robert’s traits and you’ll see in chapter 2 why she’s called Sofie in tftoml.

Lastly, The relationship dynamic and 10 year difference between the sisters for my fic, Morgan (16) & Sofie (6) was unintentionally inspired by Elena and Isabel Flores from Elena of Avalor. A really good Disney show that did the sister dynamic AND Coronation so much better than Frozen. Also both sisters are closer with Robert than with Giselle and it will be shown in Act 1.

I drew these in honor of Disenchanted, Frozen 2, and Wish airing on the same day. I’m really hard at work with writing Chs 2-3 on paper but I hope you like my art!

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[evafic]

Chapter 10

Ch. 10. The pyre of truth. After this chapter, there will be a hiatus, I have a lot of writing to catch up on! I don’t know when it will be ready, but it won't be months until the next chapter is complete, that I know for sure. In the meantime, you can re-read the hundreds of pages already written! ;) UPDATE: The haitus will last longer than antispiated, for my own mental health.

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“You don’t think you’re weak just because you gotta sleep at night, right?” Her tone was playful and gentle, Runa shook her head slowly against her upper chest. The soft friction from their skins meeting gave her spine shivers. She grinned and moved slowly up, and pressed her face against her neck. The stress vanished like smoke in the wind, and that mellow warmth rose in its stead. Trembling her spine and belly, amidst a heartbeat slowly raising in tempo, bliss slowly brewed inside her. “Of course not, and your brain needs rest too. It’s just an organ, a part of your body, and it’s tired now, so try to let it go.” Sofie continued so sweetly, before lowering one of her hands down her back. She pulled up the tanktop and put her hand inside, and started stroking her bare back up and down. The remaining hand massaged her nape firmly, it felt so good she groaned again. She made an effort to not think, to let images and words flow before fading. Focusing instead on the soothing motions against her body. The muscles in her neck and shoulders finally relaxed above her, and she sighed deeply. “There we go.”

[mooncancerinbb]

SOFI (SOPHANY) SOM 

↡ moody, short-tempered, impatient, judgmental, impulsive ↟ honest, decisive, adaptive, confident, merciful

thirty-seven ▬ resistance sympathizer ▬ pureblood gryffindor alum ▬ oldest to two younger brothers  defense lawyer (it’s her vs. the wizengamot, baby)  ISTJ-A ⁂ choleric ⁂ neutral moral ⁂ 5w4 ⁂ love language: quality time ☼ aquarius (1st house) ☽ scorpio (10th house) ↑ aquarius  character inspiration: shiv roy (succession), tyrell family (game of thrones), katniss everdeen (hunger games), sae niijima (persona 5), wendy (mind hunter) tv tropes: outnumbered sibling, not so above it all, brutal honesty, the commissioner gordon, heel-face turn, not so stoic, hates small talk, why we can’t have nice things, sugar-and-ice personality, rules lawyer, the caretaker ◈ VIBES: something burning in the other room; gold paint, chipped; coffee rings on stacks of forgotten paper; cotton blends on weekdays, linens on weeknights; over-steeped tea; “house shoes, please”, the noticeable quiet in an apartment, when alone becomes lonely; nutmeg cake, still warm; the small satisfaction of leaving a conversation early

◈ AMORTENTIA: lemongrass; star anise; damp, rotting wood; pen ink ◈ SOUNDS LIKE: i. how insensitive - astrud gilberto ii. do i move you? - nina simone iii. dime - lole y manuel iv. nature boy - ella fitzgerald & joe pass v.  the shadow of your smile - nancy sinatra vi. the sound of silence - carmen mcrae vii. black coffee - sarah vaughn viii. boy from ipanema - nancy wilson

[booksweet]

gojo said---- its okay----- because---- he-'--- has faith---- in everyonve-------imfrying I cant stop crying I cant ---- shibuya incident arc is destroying me

[themazeclub]

Un día en la casa

Por Sofie Ch.

Hoy herví salsa para canelones en la cafetera.

Fui a la refri para confirmar, porque siempre tengo que confirmar, y ahí estaba:

El reloj marcó las once con cincuenta y tres

y levanté el saco de papas que cargo por cuerpo del sillón.

Los usuales mareos de estos días me hicieron ver negro, otra vez.

Arrastré los pies hasta el tiradero que tengo por cocina,

y cuando iba a sacar mi olla favorita para hervir, no estaba.

"Este condenado Manuel la agarró para sus berenjenas, otra vez."

Hasta el tope, con la tapa volcada al revés porque si no no entra en la repisa del refri.

"Aiishh este cabr-" empecé a decir, y fue entonces cuando los vi.

Tres tristes canelones, abajo en la esquina a la derecha, rogando ser comidos.

Llevaban unos tres días ahí, yo no sé, pero agarré los condenados y los puse en el desayunador.

Los destapé, y di, olían vivos. "Yastá, habemus almuerzo".

Yo iba a hervir unos macarrones, pero esto cumple como la pasta del día.

Me acordé de la salsita de tomate con la que acompañaba los canelones mi mamita y volví a la refri para sacar unos tomaticos redonditos, bien rojitos.

Saqué solo dos, y los lavé. Me fijé en las repisas de platos, y NI UNO limpio.

Abrí las gavetas de abajo, y NI UNA olla limpia. NI UN sartén. Nada.

Y fue entonces cuando la vi: La ca-fe-te-ra.

Bendita cafetera, esa me iba a salvar la tanda.

Hice lo usual de majar un poco los tomaticos hervidos y quitarles la cascarita con mucho amor y cuidado, para después majarlos y sofreír cebolla...

Pero para no cansarles con el cuento, la cosa es que gracias a la cafetera que sirvió de caldero,

me hice la mejor salsa de tomate para bañar mis canelones, los cuales sellé con un poquito de queso derretido.

[st4rdom-if]

Sofie / Min Eun-ji

Wikipedia states, "Min Eun-jin, known professionally as Sofie, is a South Korean singer. She is a member of South Korean girl group ST4RDOM."

Age: 24

Role: Leader and main vocals for ST4RDOM

Interests: Calligraphy, reading, baking, cleaning, organizing, playing the piano, performing, dance

Backstory: Sofie never expected to become a trainee, much less a debuting idol. Despite her high talent she has always been humble about her skills, and when she was much younger she disliked showing off. Her family, who were supportive of her trying out, is the motivation that kept her from backing out.

Face claim: Irene from Red Velvet

In-game description: The leader of your group; your eonni. As the eldest and the defacto leader of ST4RDOM, Sofie considers herself a mature young woman tasked with the exhausting chore of babysitting the rest of you. Well, not really. You know deep down that she is rather fond of you and your friends. Sofie is the one who gets everyone to calm down, focus, and get to the studio on time even when it seems impossible.

[bobbyshawsupremacy]

Tikki, spots on!

Lex Foster as Ladybug

miraculous holders [part 1/7] (for @the-story-of-the-tucks​)

[archonfurina]

Spoilers we're SUPER in love

Finally some real food in the main story pls keep this up writers

[aparoxysm]

BROADRIPPLE ACADEMY ;; house captains // all is not what it seems at this prestigious boarding school, there’s more to see than what meets the  e y e …

[spookyrps]

hey wassup i made a bunch of bo van borssum waalkes gifs bc i wanted to. she’s best known for her role as engel in skam nl and that’s exactly what i’ve giffed. feel free to edit, repost, whatever, just please credit me if u do. 

likes and reblogs are much appreciated. click here to find them.

count: 471 size: 80px icons contents: skam nl season 1 + season 2 episodes 1- 8

[godofbones]

DnD Shenanigans

 DM: Everyone roll for stealth independently

Sofie: *natural 20*

DM: To the rest of the world, you seem to just stop existing entirely

Sofie’s player, OOC: I somehow appear into a different campaign

[evafic]

Chapter 9

Ch. 9. To the bone

But then she paused, bit her lower lip and looked to the side. Seemed to consider something before meeting her eyes again. She smiled nervously and started talking: “Can I see you too? I wanna take in how beautiful you are.” A pain rose within her, quickly she sat up and paused, hugged her close while looking to the side. “But you don’t have to.” Sofie added quickly and stroked her back hurriedly. Continued with a tone sprinkled with panic: “We can turn off the lights, there’s no rush.” Runa closed her eyes in her embrace, and stroked her face against the skin of her neck. The obsidian burrowed straight up her mind, showed her those blue eyes tightening in a tense expression, of disappointment and disgust, Sofie would coil away from her. But how likely was this fabricated scenario? Would sweet Sofie ever gaze at her that way? If not, she felt tempted to find out to get it over with. How much did she want it?