Call me Sophie. I'm a Sophie Walten fictive (I also go by Sophia, but there's no pressure to call me anything but Sophie. Nicknames like Soap/Soapie and Soph are mostly reserved for friends). I'm 22 years old, bodily an adult, but please refrain from being weird anyway.

I'm AuDHD, and serve as a depression, OCD, and apathy holder for my system.

I consider myself analogender, transmasculine and girlfluid as well as pansexual. I use she/they (and maybe he) pronouns. Ask me how I feel about "he" at any given time.

I like Five Nights at Freddy's, The Walten Files, Petscop, animatronics, vintage stuff, analog horror, and old video games. I do quite enjoy talking about my source.

I use tone indicators (mainly /gen, /j, /srs, and /lh), and emoticons like :0, :], :[, :|, :/, and :V. I can be a little unenthusiastic in how I type, but I try to be clear that I'm not disinterested or being passive aggressive.

I will block radfems, exclusionists, racists, Trump supporters, antisemites, islamophobes, ableists, queerphobes, eating disorder/self harm accounts, fakeclaimers, zionists, and radqueers on sight.

I block others at my own discretion.

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Makes my gay little stimboard that pisses you off

(Made by/for a fictive, but ok to tag as kin/id or self ship)

Jack and Rosemary are not a perfect couple, and they're not perfect parents or perfect people at all. God knows this episode absolutely emphasized a lot of the failures of both Jack and Rosemary. But they don't have to be perfect or even that good for what happened to them to still be a horrible tragedy. They don't have to be saints to not deserve such a terrible fate. Their imperfections don't justify their suffering.