blame it on the wanderlust

Sophia Lambert. Public Relations Representative for Horizon Studios. Lesbian. 

[yeahitssophiaa]

Dammit :( Wish this rp wasn't shutting down. But guys guys you can contact me on my kik (hopeforeverlove) because I love you all and I may have added some of you people already because I'm a creep BYEEE *sobs forever over tvrpg*

[yeahitssophiaa]

Text | My Dahlia

Sophia: hey

Sophia: did you um think about it?

[yeahitssophiaa]

@sophlamb: okay one fish died already. dammit pet store.

[yeahitssophiaa]

@sophlamb: finally decided to get a little aquarium for my apartment. my goal is to see how long these little guys survive. 

[kat-stas]

I just saw the most awesome marketing technic in the supermarket.

There was a little thing there saying “Buy rice, it’s great for when you’re hungry and want 2000 of something”. That’s brilliant!

[kat-stas]

[yeahitssophiaa]

Is that really a "marketing technique?" Just sounds like some guy in a suit thought he was fucking clever and came up with that slogan. 

[milesfyi]

Hmm? Oh, sorry. I was just resting my head. Did you need something from me? Do I have to be on set already? I thought my call time wasn’t until three.

[yeahitssophiaa]

Nope, I didn't say anything. Go back to your little daydream land. It's okay. 

[tbhfliss-deactivated20160221]

Panda Express tastes like heaven when you’re drunk, but sober it’s just crap. But if we bring real authentic stuff it will be a real experience for them. Okay, but only if we can sing “I’ll make a man out of you,” just for the hell of it, it’s my favourite song in the whole entire movie. 

[yeahitssophiaa]

Yeah, whoever came up with the idea of making Chinese food like fast food needs to go away forever. Haven't tried it drunk yet, but it makes sense. All food tastes better when I'm drunk. Oh, definitely, we have to sing the entire song while we dig. It's my favorite song from the movie too I think, but I did like the "A Girl Worth Fighting For" because the irony was hilarious. 

[tbhfliss-deactivated20160221]

Well, as long as you’re helping I’m sure I’d get back in time. I’ve always wanted to go to China. And if we’re late, we can just bring something back. No on can be mad when Chinese food is on offer.

[yeahitssophiaa]

And it'll be authentic Chinese food too! No Panda Express bullshit for us, am I right? Yes, and it should be a requirement that we sing "Let's get down to business," from Mulan the whole time we dig. 

[tbhfliss-deactivated20160221]

I have about two hours to kill before my next scene and I have absolutely no idea what to do with myself because for the first time ever, I left my sketch pad at home. I think I might be going a little nutty without it. 

[tbhfliss-deactivated20160221]

[yeahitssophiaa]

Dig an underground tunnel all the way to China, eat Chinese food, and come back just in time. I'll help. 

[solepackrp]

Saturdays dude, saturdays are glorious. I mean I have to look at stupid perfectly symmetrical actorish faces 24/7 anyways but at least on saturdays it’s not on a screen so I don’t have to be has drunk. 

[solepackrp]

[yeahitssophiaa]

I...uh don't think you should tell people you drink on the job. 

[christhevans]

I want to watch a movie. But I really don’t know which one?

[yeahitssophiaa]

First world problems, much? Just pick a movie and watch. 

[baysidepuck]

What’s a weekend? I need a drink.

[yeahitssophiaa]

Do I look like a bartender?

[yeahitssophiaa]

Anthems, Love, and Other Things That Sing >> <Listen>

pulling wings off butterflies; just to hide the pain you feel inside; keep telling yourself you're in charge; telling yourself it'll be alright

01. Walk It Off -- Angus & Julia Stone // 02. The Silence -- Bastille // 03. Giants -- Bear Hands // 04. Hey Asshole -- Watsky // 05. Keep Pushing Me -- Gabrielle Aplin // 06. Don't Leave Me -- Regina Spektor // 07. Tether -- Chvrches // 08. Fingerhold -- Ramona Falls // 09. Numb -- Marina and the Diamonds // 10. Stubborn Love -- The Lumineers // 11. Loveless -- Said The Whale // 12. Papaoutai -- Stromae // 13. Samson -- Regina Spektor // 14. Fuck You -- Lily Allen // 15. Rap for Rejection -- Kate Nash // 16. Crazy -- Au Revoir Simone // 17. Tongues -- PAWS // 18. Bad Body Double -- Imogen Heap

[yeahitssophiaa]

~ Going Once, Going Twice ‖ 2007 ~ 

"Sophia, what the hell were you doing out there? Get it together, sweetheart, before I have to pull you out of the game. Go after the ball, and kick it in. It isn't fucking mathematics," her coach hissed at her, pulling her out of the team huddle for a moment. 

Her cheeks flushed a little as she focused her eyes downward at her grass-stained cleats. "Sorry, coach, it won't happen again," she apologized. If you're going places, you better get going. Life is going to pass you by, my little lamb, and cross the finish line before you do. You know better than to let that happen. Nana's words echoed in her head, gnawing at her conscience, but her eyes wandered to the sidelines where parents crowded on the stands to cheer on the players.

Right in the front was where the Lambert family would usually occupy during game days. Even though Sophia would roll her eyes any chance someone asked if her family would be going anywhere, she was used to always relying on at least one member coming to support her through her clumsy years of athleticism. Sometimes Jude. Sometimes Nana. Sometime her mother. Sometimes, all three. But for the past three months, her mother hadn't made an appearance. Today, there was no one...

After the game, she found a spot and sat alone. So far, her day was going miserably. 

"You coming to Wendy's, Sophia?" a girl on her team called out. 

Sophia, her back against a tree, managed to only shake her head. She had set her backpack and soccer bag next to her. 

"You sure?" the teammate asked again, looking only mildly concerned. 

Sophia cleared her throat a little, even though the knot in her throat would not go away. "My mom's coming," she replied, her voice cracking a little. 

The teammate finally shrugged and walked away, joining the other team members happily, even after a pretty bad loss. Sophia never really got it together, and she could expect her coach to give her even more of a rough time at practice next week. She hadn't even remembered why she thought joining soccer would make her happy. Jude always seemed to be in every activity possible, and in her struggle to compete against her brother, she tried out for the soccer team. 

She watched as families left. A toddler clinging onto his father's finger; a mother with two twin girls; a pair of grandparents. Her coach soon zoomed past carrying some equipment and bags. After fifteen minutes, everyone had left. 

She had told her mother to come pick her up at 7:45 PM, depending on how quick the game lasted. It was already eight. Sophia sighed, pulling out a book from her backpack. 

Her mom's minivan finally pulled up into the school parking lot at 8:19 PM. Sophia had already read 45 pages of the novel she checked out from the library. The book hadn't even been good. Her mother walked over to her. "Sorry, I went grocery shopping," was what her mother greeted her with, grabbing Sophia's soccer bag quickly and shoving it in the back of the minivan. Sophia peered into the grocery bags in the back, frowning slightly. 

"It took you more than 30 minutes to buy a carton of eggs, a loaf of bread, yogurt, fruit snacks, and frozen peas?" Sophia asked, raising her eyebrows. 

Her mother only ignored her, soon getting back in the car, with Sophia in the passenger's seat. As Sophia's mother started to drive again, the radio filled the silence for a moment. Sophia learned to get used to the silence for the past three months. Sure, she and her mother had never been chatterboxes together, but they used to at least have some conversation with each other. It had been a thing that had happened. It wasn't fiction she made up in her head. It wasn't like she was thinking her father would come back into her life. Her father had left, but her mother was still here but not really, not in the way Sophia wanted her mother to be. 

"Aren't you going to ask me how the game went?" Sophia asked. 

Her mother switched the radio station to the national public radio. 

"Mom?" Sophia tried again.

"I'm listening to the news. We can talk about that later," 

Correction: We can talk about that never because I don't care enough about you anymore to ask you. 

Sophia looked away and out into her window instead, trying to tell herself to hold it together until she could go home. 

The news special finished and the station started to play some sort of jazz music instead for the time being. Sophia finally looked back towards her mother, tears forming in her eyes. She switched off the radio altogether, exhaling a deep breath out quickly. Don't cry, Sophia. Don't cry. Her mother acknowledged Sophia silently but didn't say anything in reaction. 

"Did you want a card?" 

"What?" her mother finally replied. 

"Did you want a congratulations card? Congratulations, Kristy Lambert, on your lesbian daughter. You must be so proud," 

This time, her mother was quiet. 

"If you really hate me so much, you could always auction me off you know? Sophia Pearl Lambert, lesbian former daughter of Kristy Lambert, starting bid at five thousand dollars. Going once, going twice, and sold to the pervy gentleman in the front registered as a sex offender." 

"Sophia--"

"You haven't had a decent conversation with me for three months, Mom. I don't know what you're trying to avoid by not talking to me. Like I'm suddenly going to gay up the conversations. Worried I'll start talking about, I don't know, strap-ons in a middle of a conversation about soccer. Do you seriously think that?" Sophia asked, no longer caring if the tears started to spill out of her eyes with each syllable she uttered. 

"Watch your tone, Sophia," 

"I gave you space. What more do you need? You know what I need? I need...I need you to give me a chance to be me. Talk to me. I haven't changed, you know? You treat the neighbors better than you treat me for Christ's sake." 

"Not right now, Sophia, we'll have this discussion later," 

"When?" Sophia yelled, feeling her heart was about to leave her chest smash into the windshield any moment. "Do you hate me?" she asked, her voice cracking, "You hate your dyke daughter, right? Is that it? I'm just so tired of this, Mom. I'm tired of fucking feeling like I'm already dead," She finished, trying to control the loudness of each sob. 

"Sophia," was all her mother said in reply as they pulled into the driveway. 

All Sophia could do was try to get out of the car as fast as she could and head to her room. Her room would always be her safe place in this world, the place where she could let her tears flood the room. 

Two hours or so had past before Sophia finally decided her stomach grumbles weren't worth it anymore. She headed downstairs to scour the kitchen for a suitable dinner.  

"Jude's staying over at a friend's house," 

Sophia jumped a little at the sound of her mother's voice. 

"I made pasta. It's on the table. It's with the alfredo sauce you like," 

Sophia hesitated a little before walking over to the table. On a plate her mother had set out, there was a thank you card. Sophia turned it over and it said: 

I don't deserve a congratulations card.This isn't enough, I know, but you deserve a thank you card. Thank you for being so patient with me. Sophia, my darling, I'm sorry. I love you still, and I never meant to hurt you so much. I'm not going to lie to say this was all unintentional, but I still hope you can forgive me. I've been dumb. I've been stupid. I'm sorry. I really am. Love, Mom. 

"So how was the soccer game?" 

"Oh, well, we lost," Sophia replied, showing no reaction to the card as she turned away towards the kitchen again to grab some milk out of the fridge. As she stuck her head in the fridge though, she found herself grinning, despite the actual not-so-fun outcome of her game. But something had changed today. And well, Sophia knew she wasn't going anywhere. 

[yeahitssophiaa]

@jfcjo: @sophlamb I can see if I get some decaf or a frap, maybe. I don't know, coffee keeps me awake, so I don't mind drinking so much.

@sophlamb: @jfcjo sounds good! Coffee just has a lot of caffeine in it, so it isn't the best always. I try to limit myself to two cups a day.

[girlfricnds]

I really don’t like Jennifer Aniston. Honestly, my top middle-aged actresses are Keira Knightley and Angelina Jolie… maybe Queen Latifah, aside from Ice Age. That was a horrible movie and Ray Romano needs to get a new hobby. I do like how some of the Disney stars from when I watched turned out. If I could just follow Hilary Duff’s path —— be on Gossip Girl, have a small family, stay pretty, I’ll be alright. Thanks. Although, I’m usually not wearing super outrageous costumes.

I would be horrible. I’m a terrible singer myself, y’know, so how could I judge people who can sing?

[yeahitssophiaa]

How can you not like Jennifer Aniston? Is it because you like Brad more with Angelina than Jennifer? Eli, what happened to our similar lesbian agenda? Suddenly, we're having differences. (she laughs) I'm joking. It's okay. I can love Jennifer Aniston, love Ice Age, and hate Gossip Girl, and we'll be just fine! 

I'm not the greatest singer either, but let's be honest, when have you heard Simon Cowell sing ever on TV? Not at all! Seriously, Simon Cowell just gets paid to basically be a douchebag but occasionally be nice. 

[tomasxgarcia]

It means you love me- it’s okay you wouldn’t be first to confess your love to me teenage girls, sometimes guys do it all the time. I think Ireland would be a chill place to go you could get drunk off your ass and not one person would even judge you for it. Traveling would be cool to do, I really want to go to some kind of tiny island and swim in the ocean.

[yeahitssophiaa]

Oh, right, TJ, I forgot about my eternal love for you, despite the fact that I'm not really into the whole male thing. (she rolls her eyes jokingly) Guys too? It seems you're quite the chick/dude magnet around here. Good for you, TJ. You go, Glen Coco. (she laughs) Right, Ireland sounds great. Just get really drunk and then lots and lots of honeymoon sex. Sounds fantastic. You know though, you don't have to go to a tiny island to swim in the ocean. Tiny islands though do sound nice, but I think ever since I saw that Cast Away movie with Tom Hanks, I don't think I'd ever want to go to a tiny island. I mean, maybe if I had transportation to get back and stuff.