#sophiap

[qesaships-blog]

Xav, who do you ship him wid?

Xophia, of course! Xav and Sophia are too cute not to ship. And who can possibly compete with that?

[qesaships-blog]

Favorite ships of the moment?

Who even stays together anymore?

Hazastian

Xophia

Juliante

Androu

Faddy

[blindlxve-blog-blog]

Wake Me Up | { T.J. & Sophia }

Sophia: For the past few days, she had done nothing but enjoy the few days off work that had been granted to her, trying to keep her mind away from every single thing in her life that was nearly pushing her over the edge. God knew she wasn't one to snap, so a few days away had been amazing to put her at ease. That night, she had just decided to relax on her couch and watch a random movie with a cup of coffee in hands, too distracted to notice anything else. But as she heard car outside her house, Sophia walked to the window, a small smile spreading across her features as she realized it was T.J. If she was being honest, there hadn't been a time in her life where he wasn't there; at first it was simply because their father knew each other, then because he was the older boy who would always protect her and now, well he was one of the only constant good things in her life. Without waiting for him to come to the door, Sophia rushed to open it, only yhen realizing ow late it was. "Did you just finished your shift? It's terribly late, officer." The girl joked, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched him climb out of the car.

[fallenangelontheceiling]

These are beautiful, and such a thought went into them. 

[monicawoe]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Sam Winchester, Castiel, Lucifer (Supernatural) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Steampunk, Steampunk Summary:

Castiel had been trapped in the room for days, or maybe weeks. He wasn't sure, because every day, after the Engineer finished tinkering, the air filled with smoke and his memory-circuits got scrambled. At least one of his wings was fixed. The other wasn't in such good shape.

words by monicawoe art by Sophia_Prester

[callummclovin]

Never Changing || Callia

Callum sighed in frustration, slamming his laptop shut and running his hand through his hair. He loosened his tie a bit, standing and crossing over to the bar across from his desk. He poured himself a tumbler of scotch, taking a large gulp. It burned in a good way, warming his throat, and almost instantaneously, his nerves settled a bit. He moved over to his bathroom, slipping off his suit jacket and slipping off his tie. He took off his shirt, exposing his chest. He then leaned in, looking at himself in the mirror. His toned chest rose and fell, a bit more rapidly than usual. He looked down at his watch. 8:15. He had forty five minutes.

He swung open the cabinet below the sink, revealing a few essential emergency items. He pulled out the shaving cream and razor, setting them both on the counter. He lathered his face up, the blade swiping the white foam away from his face, taking the five o'clock shadow with it. He rinsed his face once he was finished, adding a little aftershave. He brushed his teeth and sprayed a bit of cologne, inhaling the scent to help calm his nerves more. He pulled a fresh shirt from the small cabinet across from the toilet and slipped it on, buttoning it up to the third button. He then slipped on his suit jacket, straightening it. He looked refreshed and rejuvenated, the 'eleven-hour-behind-a-computer' look gone from his face.

After taking one last tumbler of scotch, he headed out, locking up behind him. He walked down the street, heading towards a familiar after work spot. He and the boys started going for a drink after work a few weeks ago, and Callum liked the atmosphere. He settled at a table, one more secluded in the corner, away from the bustling crowd. He ordered himself a glass of beer, not wanting to get too carried away tonight. He wanted to be able to remember catching up with Sophia, and after his two glasses of scotch, beer was just what he wanted, and The Ginger Man had the best beer around. He sipped on the pint, his eyes occasionally scanning the bar for her familiar face.

[callummclovin]

But I Do Give A Damn || Callum & Sophia

Callum groaned, tugging awkwardly at the ascot that just wouldn't sit right beneath his vest. "This thing should've come with a fucking tutorial," he muttered, taking another swig of bourbon before starting over. Overall, he was quite proud of his appearance, if it weren't for that damn ascot. He had called Ian's girlfriend, who was a hairdresser and usually cut Callum's hair, to coif it into place. She'd even managed a very realistic moustache that Callum wore proudly.

He gave up, tossing the ascot onto the dresser. He'd get Sophia's help when she arrived, which he hoped would be soon. He slipped his feet into his shoes and sat lightly on the couch, tying them quickly. He put on a bit of cologne, just as a light knock came on the door. He took on last swig, finishing off the bourbon in his glass, before moving to let the door swing open.

[callummclovin]

Wicked Games || Callum & Sophia

Callum tugged off his shirt, leaving his torso bare. He surveyed the scene, and everything was laid out on the bed. He really hoped that Sophia would be okay with this, that she would be willing to try this with him. She'd told him that she had difficulty giving up control, and Callum knew of a way to help her let go. When he'd spoken to her about it the first time, she'd seemed really open to try, but after texting her a bit just before now, she seemed nervous. Callum was growing more nervous, not really sure whether this would be the best thing to try if she wasn't going to be open minded about it all.

He sighed, biting his lip, his mind flipping back and forth about whether to go through with it or not. "Ah, fuck it," he said, flopping down on the couch as he waited for her to arrive. He would propose the idea, and if she was game, they would do it. If not, he would forget the whole thing, and simply watch the movie, like she wanted.