#sophie thatcher packs

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natalie scatorccio icons.

[foggy-master]

𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐨

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[ahrigifs]

600 gifs of sophie thatcher in yellowjackets & the boogeyman— to acess the gifs, please click on the source link. all the gifs have been created from scratch by me so don't edit, repost in other hunts or claim as your own. a like or a reblog would be greatly appreciated.

content warnings include: gun, crying, drugs, knife, nsfw.

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[thaywrites]

PUBLIC CONTENT (or pay what you want)—on the SOURCE LINK, you will find #257 gifs of the actress SOPHIE THATCHER in THE BOOGEYMAN !! all of these gifs were made by me from scratch so please don’t repost them and claim as your own & make sure to check out my guidelines before using my content. please LIKE/REBLOG if you find this helpful & consider BUYING ME A COFFEE ( THAYWRITES ) linked on my theme or COMMISSIONING A GIF PACK from me. ♡ you can access the full gif pack through the payhip link, along with a rar download file, or through my directory.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: fire, smoking, flashing lights, horror elements (fight, non-human hands).

[rgnaroc]

                               ♡     𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤

click the source link below to be redirected to 123 gifs (268x151px) of sophie thatcher in youtube videos. all of these were made by me from scratch so don’t claim as your own or redistribute. please like/reblog if you found this helpful. remember, my gif commissions are open ! in case you’re interested you can find the information here.

possible tw: flashlights.

[graiceabrams]

( 🩷 )  𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫  *  [ #186 gifs ] of sophie thatcher in yellowjackets s2 can be accessed by clicking on the source link. all of the gifs were created from scratch by me for roleplaying purposes. i ask that you read my rules before using them. if you plan on using or find this useful, a like or reblog will be very much appreciated.

please don’t claim as your own, redistribute or edit in any way.

tw: knifes, bruises.

[neverscreens]

— YELLOWJACKETS, SEASON ONE.

Pilot, 389 Screencaps.

F Sharp, 371 Screencaps.

The Dollhouse, 347 Screencaps.

Bear Down, 335 Screencaps.

Blood Hive, 347 Screencaps.

Saints, 349 Screencaps.

No Compass, 345 Screencaps.

Flight of the Bumblebee, 383 Screencaps.

Doomcoming, 343 Screencaps.

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi, 372 Screencaps.

Find in GALLERIES. Like or reblog the post it was useful. Your interaction shows me that I should keep making screencaps. And if you want me to post some in separate posts, tell me! ♡

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PAID CONTENT! in the source link, you’ll find TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN gifs of the actress SOPHIE THATCHER in YELLOWJACKETS (S02E01-04). all gifs were made by me from scratch, therefore i’d appreciate if they are not edited, redistributed, added to other gif hunts or claimed as someone elses. if you enjoy or plan on using them, please like or reblog the post. if you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee! tw: bruises; gun; bruises.

psa: buying this gif pack grants you access to all the future updates with no additional cost. once an update is made, a post will be made on tumblr, so you can check the page for new ones.

[silveresourced]

𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 ! in the source , you will find 048 119 gifs of sophie thatcher ( 2000 ) in various interviews . all of these were made by me from scratch , so please do not crop them into gif icons without permission & like / reblog the post if you like these ! + please , consider buying me a kofi !

[gifpacklove]

PRIVATE COMMISSION #130 gifs of the actress Sophie Thatcher in American space Western television miniseries The Book of Boba Fett (S01) have been delivered privately to their owner !! if you are interested in commissioning me, feel free to check out the source link below !!

[warningsine]

You can learn a lot about how well a show is being received by its audience from Tumblr. Ratings are a reliable indicator of actual viewership (if streamers actually made them public), and reviews are a go-to source for quality. But if you want to know how intensely a show is being engaged with by viewers, you have to take a tumble down the rabbit hole.

Take the sheer number of "#mistynat" posts on the site shipping (fan-speak for imagining a relationship between) "Yellowjackets'" Misty and Natalie. Glossy carousels of gifs, text post theories, fan illustrations, and slash fics are uploaded to the site every day chronicling viewers' investment in the characters' dysfunctional relationship. Of all the bonds between the core cast of characters, the dynamic portrayed by Samantha Hanratty and Sophie Thatcher in the teen timeline and Christina Ricci and Juliette Lewis in the adult timeline is the most, uh, dynamic. Taissa and Van may be the real couple we're always rooting for, but Misty and Natalie hands down have the most infectious, conflictual, and hilarious chemistry in the whole show, particularly in the scenes between Ricci and Lewis.

We've witnessed a lot of scenes in which adult Misty comes to the rescue of, meddles in the affairs of, and generally hyperfixates on adult Natalie. But we haven't yet discovered whether that dynamic was born in the wilderness or came after. Teen Misty spent most of her time with Crystal (Nuha Jes Izman) until she fell of a cliff (R.I.P.), and teen Natalie spends most of her time with Travis. One scene in the most recent episode finally depicted a moment between '90s Natalie and Misty so consequential, it may be the seed that germinated their decades-long bond of sisterhood and squabbling.

Natalie's savior

In the most recent episode of "Yellowjackets," entitled "It Chooses," the team finally resorts to deliberate sacrifice in order to save a languishing Lottie. When Natalie pulls the ominous queen of hearts card, she goes running into the woods with the team in close, savage pursuit. Leading the pack is Misty, who's armed with a cartoonishly huge axe — probably the same axe she used to chop off Coach Ben's leg. Natalie sprints across the frozen lake after Javi, who promises to secret her to a safe place known only to him (and now apparently, as we see in cutscenes, Coach Ben). But as always happens in movies and TV, the ice cracks, swallowing Javi up. 

Natalie throws herself to the ground, screaming for the girls to help her shore him up. Most of the huntresses seem to snap out of their stupor and hang back, unclear how to proceed. Should they let Javi drown and spare themselves the task of murdering their friend? Can they even bring themselves to let that happen? Misty is the only one who doesn't hesitate to fly to Natalie. She wraps her arms around her and pulls her back from the ice hole, shouting, "If you save him, the others will get you."

We didn't think the show could get any worse than cannibalism, or what happened with Shauna's baby. But it does, and Javi, who just returned to the cabin after miraculously surviving in the winter woods alone, becomes the team's next meal. Thanks to Misty, however, Natalie lives to see another day.

Misty and Natalie forever

How many times has Misty saved Natalie's life? As far as we've seen, just the once. But she's helped get Natalie out of many sticky situations in the adult timeline. She was there when Natalie's car backfired. She was the only person to notice when Natalie vanished from the motel where she was living. And she bursts into that motel room right as Natalie's about to shoot up — not necessarily saving her life, but definitely showing concern. Perhaps because the action that inaugurated their friendship was so profound, Misty continues to feel like she has a duty to protect Natalie — whether the threat is tiny or terribly large.

Ricci and Lewis have established a dynamic between their characters that's somewhere between goody-two-shoes little sister who looks out for the bad-girl older sister that she worships, and unstoppable force meets immovable object. Misty's inability to pick up on (or indifference toward) social cues is exactly what someone with Natalie's intensity and reckless self-disregard needs. Natalie colors wildly outside of the lines, and Misty redraws the whole picture so that Natalie's vision makes sense. 

In the midst of the pitch-black sadness of this episode's final moments, there's a tiny, flickering light: the birth of a beautiful, dark, twisted, and arguably life-saving friendship.

[archxngxl]

"Oh, he said he'd sure your ills

But he didn't and he never will...."

Ashley & Rowan (@mxrdershewxote)

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Credits: @crackshipandcrap - Boyd Holbrook Gif Pack (though the gif in the second part was made by me!) , @spookyrps - Sophie Thatcher Gif Pack (I can't seem to find the post???)

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[thequeendomhq]

NAME. Anfisa ( Juneau ) AGE & BIRTH DATE. 24 & March 28th, 3000 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Cis Female & She/Her NATIONALITY. Iskaran SPECIES. Vuldak FACTION. Thieves Guild OCCUPATION. Refugee Guide & Thief FACE CLAIM. Sophie Thatcher

biography

( tw: suicidal ideation, death, violence )

The woods were a part of her from birth, even before they became a hiding place and tool of her trade. It was said in her childhood that she’d been born with dirt under her fingernails and stained soles of her feet. When sent to the well, she’d return caked in soot and mud, a pail full of glistening specimens of druzy and reflective minerals rather than a drop of water. However, nothing illuminated her eyes like that boudary-less expanse of blue stretching out between the coast of Iskaldrik and the impossibly small, impossibly far bar of land across the waters–Lysara. It was true, she had been a difficult child to rear with an insatiable curiosity and orneriness the other townsfolk claimed they had never seen the likes of before. The expression “it takes a village” somehow fell short of the challenges of raising her, her heels dug in at every possible juncture and her mind made up that things would go her way. Still, her headstrong ways in her youth never caused many legitimate issues.

While she did not cause significant conflict within the village, few and far between were her close connections. Fate may have proven kinder if she had the backing of her village, but loathe were the villagers to stick their necks out to save anyone from the mines, least of all a perpetual thorn in their sides. Many suspected what she was before even she did, they whispered about her surly nature, how she lingered toward the edges of the forest without fear of predators, recalled the stories she had told as a very small child about the mangy dogs she had met off the well-worn foot trails when her wayward nature told her to follow the deer trails instead. She had gone missing for four days once and came back no worse for wear. But back then all of it was talk, until the first time the full moon revealed the entire truth. 

No one would save her from the mine, but no one seemed brave enough to send her there on their own either. Summoning help felt too risky, too far away, and so they drove her out themselves. It was a bitter feeling, it soured her against them. With few other bonds to think of, the better option felt like trying her lot at making it on her own. The only time her belly was full was when she managed a kill on her own or managed to steal from an unsuspecting traveler. She avoided towns, even when the moon had waxed away to its thinnest form. It wasn’t worth the risk. No one was worth the risk. 

Until she met him. He was different. But he was the same. 

Ivar had felt more human to her when she first met him than she had ever thought herself, but he swore that he, too, was a werewolf. His knowledge proved invaluable, and for the first time in her life, she took heed and listened. He taught her everything he knew, from the safest, most remote areas of the wood to how to minimize the carnage she was capable of instilling under the full moon. It didn’t take much long for her to figure out it wasn’t a longstanding apathy for a company that resulted in her having no bonds with others, it was the desire for a pack. As soon as she realized this, she was asked, “If I could ferry you to Lysara, would you go?” 

She would go, but she wouldn’t leave Ivar. Just as he had taught her how to survive as a werewolf, he taught her the best way to ensure the survival of others. Through recognizing landmarks and following the stars, he taught her the way to Lysara. She learned quickly which outcrops provided coverage, which paths were most seldom used by common humans, and how to defend herself if it came to it. Under his tutelage, she thrived. She became more herself and gained clarity rather than being plagued by the deafening, confusing instincts that had once consumed her. 

For a decade or so, the pair harbored refugees through the most unforgiving of terrains, through the blistering winds of mountain passes, toward the promise of Lysara. As time went on, her patience and trust in humans dwindled even though she seldom encountered them. The world of humans narrowed down to nothing more than the vague definition of a threat. This made it easier for her to cheat them, steal from them, and if the situation called for it, to cut them down. 

And it brought her closer to him. Until it took him away. 

It was unclear how long the humans had been tracking them, or it was simply a fluke that their camp was found. He had told her once that he knew places so remote even the witchers were afraid to set foot there. So grand were his stories of safety, so secure in his decision-making, so confident, that it never came to her mind to question him when he sent her ahead. To her, it was to reach the next wary soul they’d deliver to safety in Lysara, but he knew it was toward certain death. 

Were she not blinded by her love and loyalty for him, she would have questioned his directive to be so close to humans alone, and under the full moon.  Even after they cornered her, tormented her, impaled her with their daggers and sticks, hurled rocks at her, and tormented her to what they suspected, and in any other case, would have been death, she did not think to question him. Hadn’t he heard her wailing in the night? Couldn’t he sense her terror and panic through that invisible string that bound them? 

The string severed, but her connection to life did not. Foolish country folk–they knew how to slaughter, but not how to kill. She arose from the carcass of her familiar form, her death undone, but she did not understand. Ivar had not taught her everything, he hadn’t taught her about how werewolves truly die, and he hadn’t taught her that he was just as untrustworthy as any given human.

Convinced he would come for her, she collected herself. She credited the gnawing hunger in her belly and the restlessness in her bones as the feeling of hurt and separation from NAME. He would find her, he would come for her, if she just made it back to those rugged, familiar peaks. And so she did. 

There was a spot, just below the treelines, familiar to her and once sacred to the pair. She lay beneath it, closing her eyes against the too-bright dappled light that passed along with the sun through the leaves of the towering pine. She felt the cool breeze skim over her body, cooling until it was a crisp chill and she opened her eyes to the light of a just-waning moon. She did not sleep. And he did not come. And he did not come. And he did not come.

Perhaps too fragile to admit, he would never come, she refused to move on from that spot. Days passed and her energy drained. There was nothing in her that could move her to rise from her spot. If the farmers were too weak to sever her from this world, fine, she would lay here until the moss and forest consumed her–without NAME it was as good a fate as any other. She could name a precious few as blessed as she was to select her own grave on her terms. Let the forest that made her reclaim her. She would wait. 

But still, death did not come. At least, not to her. On the thirteenth day, she sensed the smell of smoke. Happy enough to let the world burn around her, she realized that the smell of ash and flame had traveled far–much farther than she would have been able to have sensed before–the watchtowers. A warning. 

Spurred on more by an unignorable instinct to survive than the conscious will to do so, she found a band of humans large enough to allow her anonymity. “If I could ferry you to Lysara, would you go?” Perhaps Lysara could be kinder to her than he ever was. Should she find him there, though, he would never know kindness again. 

personality

+ cunning, resourceful, impartial – mercurial, nihilistic, vengeful

played by payton. mst. she/her.

[fairysourced]

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[sleepingdragonhq]

is that sophie thatcher? no, that’s just iliana smith. she is/are a muggleborn who was born on 03 / 04 / 2005 and works as an artefact appraiser apprentice. when she went to hogwarts, they were in hufflepuff. rumor has it she is actively seeking artefacts meant to hurt muggles. some say she is curious and humorous but i’ve heard others say she can be unambitious and haphazard. ( luna / 27 / cst / she/her )

hey iliana smith! has anyone told you that you look exactly like sophie thatcher, or is that just me? either way, it’s good to see you! you’ve got 24 hours to get to your dorm, or someone might take your spot! don’t forget to check out your welcome pack to help you get settled in!