#lola apple blog

[littlelolaapple]

Hey!

Woah woah woah!

What do you think you're doing?

Spit that out!

-@picky-and-corrupted-picky

Lola looks up before crying, " an anon forced me to eat it.. "

[peachambrosia]

PEACHAMBROSIA - a private, selective, independent smut-forward multimuse blog. written by shaya ( sh-eye-uh ), she/her/herself, 21+ dash-only, using beta editor & x-kit extensions.

my general rules are as follows.

○ you must be over 18 to write with me in general. ○ if you do not have your name/alias and your age listed somewhere visible on your blog, i will not follow you back. ○ activity will fluctuate depending on replies i have and how my mental health fares. ○ i can format to fit your aesthetics, but otherwise, i tend to work in regular-sized font, single spaces, and regular-sized gifs for replies since i have vision problems. ○ banned plots, banned faceclaims, and anything that might trigger me or generally give me the ick are case-by-case and can be spoken about privately.

and, of course, if there's anything that you might need from me - things tagged a certain way, to talk about a plot point or dynamic, or just to say hello and see if we can write together - my IMs are always open and i'm honestly always lurking, so please feel free to stop by !

muses & their faceclaims, aesthetics, tropes, and more under the cut ! updated : 4-11-24 !

jack foster. paul rudd. he/him. 50-55. ○ feels like… the headrush after having kissed someone for a little too long, morning sun on fresh and untouched snow, laughing so hard your abdomen aches, long road trips through mountains. ○ choice tropes : teacher and single father, fake dating/marriage, brand-new neighbors.

dante salvador. pedro pascal. he/him. 45-50. ○ feels like… freshly-chopped cedar wood, shades of blue on a white canvas, reuniting with your dog after being away for so long, when the lights go down just before a concert begins. ○ choice tropes : small town man meets big-city love interest, businessman and call girl/escort, the artist and their muse.

atlas montague. alan ritchson. he/him. 35-40. ○ feels like... gentle fingers pressing into a fresh bruise, a house shaking with thunder, midnight roadtrips, the strum of an electric guitar, flower petals held in calloused hands. ○ choice tropes : bodyguard and celebrity, flower shop owner & tattoo shop owner, football player and cheerleader.

siobhan kingston. madelyn cline. she/her. 25-30. ○ feels like… bass pulsing from music speakers, ripping open gift wrapping paper excitedly, lace against skin, ice skating on a frozen winter lake in the early morning. ○ choice tropes : prolific academic rivals to secret lovers, roommates with benifits, rich kids who only have each other.

annabelle han. lola tung. she/her. 21-25. ○ feels like… moving into a brand new house in a brand new city as a young adult, ripe gala apples pulled from a backyard tree, quiet beach towns holding too many secrets, spinning around in a sparkling dress until the euphoria makes you dizzy. ○ choice tropes : childhood friends to lovers, corruption of the innocent, the princess and the underling.

[picky-and-corrupted-picky]

So I was reading @thedeadchildren blog and I noticed Lola had apple as her last name, those that mean she would have nicknames revolving apple?

- question Annon😌

Picky used to call me "the apple of her eye," but other than that, no.

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

And boy, can these cats dive!

AVALON, SANTA CATALINA ISLAND, CALIFORNIA: Yours truly, in close company of Huckleberry Hound, had some chance time while on Catalina for the Avalon Harbour Underwater Cleanup with the likes of Peter Potamus' Magic Divers, the Divin' Wolf Pups and Top Cat's clowder--and the Catalina Diving Clowder, seven queen cats led by the ever-effervescent "Bubbles," who decided to join in the Harbour Cleanup just to show that "girls can do anything" as much as show something to the Catalina diving community.

At any rate, we're sitting on the Green Pleasure Pier in Avalon, close to a legendary fish-and-chips stand especially popular among tourists as much as locals. Not to mention having dive gear and fishing gear rentals. Yet to be in the company of not only "Bubbles," but also Lola, Jayne, Jessamaine, Jolene, Sabrina and Samantha is quite fascinating, especially with a winter Southern California sun out and mild temperatures which, in an earlier time, would have been enough for hosting the Iowa Picnic in Long Beach (which, I understand, is now in July).

Jayne, for her part, was asking about that Iowa Picnic thing, and Huck explained that such was where Iowans who had moved to Southern California, or otherwise spent winters there, celebrated their old home state in the middle of winter, usually impressing such stuck back in the middle of Iowa winters.

Which had Lola asking if the diving was any good in Iowa, prompting me to refer her to an episode of Underwater America with Peter Potamus as found the divers intrepid diving Lake Okoboji in Iowa's northwestern parts.

"All in all," Huck asked over his portion of battered fish and chips, "how did the cleanup go with you feline divers?"

"Bubbles," speaking practically for the Diving Clowder, explained their finding in Avalon Harbour's waters no less than nine wallets (all with cash and/or payment cards), fifteen mobile phones (all but two, as it emerged, having e-wallet apps including Google Pay, Apple Pay, Venmo and PayPal), two money clips, one briefcase and (among the more unconventional items hauled overboard by errant boaters) two plastic shopping bags filled with laundry (or so presumed) and some "marital aids."

"To think people would drop their smartphones into the harbour," Lola remarked, "and probably by accident!"

"It's bound to happen," Jolene kicked in.

"Might it surprise you gals to learn," "Bubbles" remarked, "that there's waterproof housings available for smart phones, which could make the dive a little more--how shall I parse it?--complicated, especially when you've got calls likely coming through!"

"Enough with smart phones," quipped I; "what about stoopid people?"

Enough to prompt a change of subject, as in "Bubbles" suggesting frying up some sand dabs during a diving expedition sometime.

"Still," Huck chimed in, "you need to catch them first.... and what did you have in mind to catch them with?"

Samantha suggested catching such with the claws of their forepaws and storing them in underwater netting.

"How will we know they'll still be around?" Jayne asked.

Which, after a brief moment of silence, brought the deck to laughter.

*************

@warnerbrosentertainment @artistic-octopus @iheartgod175 @theweekenddigest @joey-gatorman @funtasticworld @archive-archives @catalinachamber @themineralyoucrave @screamingtoosoftly @thylordshipofbutts @thebigdingle @catalinablog-blog @warnerbros-blog1 @groovybribri @xdiver71 @jellystone-enjoyer @indigo-corvus @ultrakeencollectionbreadfan @warnerbrosent-blog

[motownfiction]

will, daniel: 🧅🍋🍅

elenore, lucy: 🥑🥕🍎

for ✨will✨

🍅 [TOMATO] wow misunderstood is your OC? in-universe or IRL.

i think will is incredibly misunderstood in-universe. people think he's dumb, that he doesn't have anything going for him, that his interests are an elaborate trick to get the girl he likes to like him back. but that's not true. will is incredibly genuine. he is so honest, he scares everyone, including himself.

in real life, it's hard to know. this blog has a fair amount of followers, but only a few who ever say anything. and those people are already my friends who understand him completely.

🧅 [ONION] what is surefire to make your OC cry? who knows of this information?

will is pretty easy to make cry, but i think the easiest way is for him to see his wife or daughters struggling. everyone knows that information, but lucy, elenore, and emma understand it the most.

🍋 [LEMON] what is their kryptonite/ultimate weakness?

family. don't threaten his family, whether that's his married family, parents/sisters, or best friends. for that matter, don't threaten anyone else's family.

for ✨daniel✨

🍅 [TOMATO] wow misunderstood is your OC? in-universe or IRL.

like will, daniel is very misunderstood in-universe. people want him to be easy, boring, someone you use. someone who doesn't think much, just acts. but that's so wrong. daniel is terribly introspective, to the point where he's frustrating.

in real life, i'd wager daniel is pretty misunderstood by the readers. i have no real way of knowing that, but his vignettes usually get extremely popular because he has daddy issues. i can imagine people think that's all there is. and admittedly, that's a lot of it. but that's not all, and i have this feeling that it's what daniel would be reduced to if this blog was bigger/mainstream media.

🧅 [ONION] what is surefire to make your OC cry? who knows of this information?

i feel bad saying this because of the rant above, but daniel will cry at memories of his father, at certain sinatra songs, at certain foods. anything that reminds him of when his parents fought. everyone knows that, but two people know the most about the intricacies. one of them is sadie, but she still doesn't get it in the same way as lola.

for ✨elenore✨

🍎 [RED APPLE] who does your OC value above all else?

veronica. no question about it. elenore's with charlie now, but don't think for a second that happened without veronica's enthusiastic and express approval. she values her parents, her sister, and charlie, too. but veronica will always come before any of them.

🥕 [CARROT] how tough is your OC against certain situations? how weak are they against others?

this question is so much more vague than it thinks it is 😭 regardless, i think elenore is really tough when people question her intelligence. it happens a lot. she is very bubbly in a way her mother isn't, and people mistake this for stupidity a lot of the time. it happens so often that it hardly even bothers her anymore. i think she gets weak when people confront her actual shortcomings, though. she's not good with earnest criticism.

🥑 [AVOCADO] what will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?

charlie. her relationship with him, both past and present. she defends herself, she defends him, she defends their daughter, and she's not wrong to do it.

for ✨lucy✨

🍎 [RED APPLE] who does your OC value above all else?

will, elenore, emma, and veronica. that's the family she chose and made, and that's the family she'll stick with until she's gone. of course, she also values sadie, daniel, and their kids, but her own family will always take the cake. as it should be.

🥕 [CARROT] how tough is your OC against certain situations? how weak are they against others?

lucy is very good at enduring physical pain. even when it really hurts, she soldiers on. she tends to panic when she thinks she's going to get in trouble with her administration. even as a full professor, lucy always worries she'll be ousted for one reason or another. she's not afraid of authority because she breaks and bends rules all the time. she's afraid of getting caught, even now, after years of working.

🥑 [AVOCADO] what will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?

similar to elenore, lucy will never back down about the fact that getting married at sixteen after finding out she was pregnant with elenore (and giving birth to elenore shortly after turning seventeen) was the right thing to do for her. she wouldn't recommend getting pregnant as a teenager, of course! but when it happened to her, she knew what was right for her. no one else got to make that decision, just like she wouldn't get to make that decision for anyone else.

by the way, this is why this version of lucy is comparatively so relaxed about this version of elenore coming home pregnant at age twenty-one. the earliest version of elenore got pregnant at age twenty-seven with a law degree and a job under her belt, and lucy panicked, despite elenore being a fully fledged adult. this lucy knows what it's like to be young, unexpectedly pregnant, and come to the conclusion that you want to have a baby now, after all. she's sympathetic because she's been there, and she's dealt with the scorn of teen pregnancy differently than other versions of lucy did.

[catnaplovesnaptime]

( warning torture:

Lola apple: Lola was a sweet and creative kid with the skill of cooking and art after the hour of joy she was angry, sad and confused

Lola Apple was trying to find her friends and escape the playhouse, she entered the basement where she sees pickypig eating one of her friends, out of far she ran but not quiet enough so picky grabbed her legged and ripped it off eating it, Lola screamed and knocked out cold

Once she was awake her lright leg was now gone and she was tied to a chair, each day pickypig ate a piece of her flesh til she died from an Infection and blood loss

Now: she isn't mad or sad at pickypig but just misses her body, she draws a lot which clams her down

Also j have a blog now :P)

Damn...That's brutal 😧

(also Yaaaay :D)

[forgottenfriendshiprpg]

So, I am a former member of this RPG, and I was just wondering if there are any most wanted characters from fandoms that are taken, and also some fandoms that aren't taken yet, who will be at the age of 25 to 35, or something like that, who are also of a Cis-Female gender? thank you!

I just recently asked some of our current members of this RPG, and they have said that we would absolutely love to see Liberty 'Libby' Folfax, Cynthia 'Cindy' Vortex, and 'Betty' Quinlan from The Adventures Of Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius™ ; Kristy Thomas, Claudia Kishi, Stacey McGill, Mary Anne Spier, Dawn Schafer, Mallory Pike, Jessi Ramsey, and Janine Kishi from The Baby-Sitters Club™ ; Mrs. Wanda Fairywinkle-Cosma, Trixie Tang, Chloe Carmichael, Princess Mandie, Blonda Fairywinkle, Mrs. Turner, Britney Britney, Mrs. Connie Carmichael, and Tootie from The Fairly OddParents™ / The Fairly OddParents™: Fairly Odder / The Fairly OddParents™: A New Wish / A Fairly Odd™ Christmas film / A Fairly Odd™ Summer film ; Lori Loud, Leni Loud, Luna Loud, Luan Loud, Stella Zhau, Margaret ‘Margo’ Roberts, Sam Sharp, Carol Pingrey, Paula Price, Morag, Mrs. Rita Loud, Fiona, and Katherine Mulligan from The Loud House™ / The Loud House™ Movie / The Casagrandes™ / A Loud House™ Christmas / The Really Loud House™ / A Really Haunted Loud House™ / The Casagrandes™ Movie ; Sarah 'Taffy' Maynston, Rachel Wyatt-Alcroft, Paris Seltzer, Francine Garcia, Samantha Shane, Harriet, and Savannah Shane from All Grown Up!™, and Rugrats™; Eleanor Miller, Brittany Miller, Amber, and Annie from ALVINNN!!! And The Chipmunks™ ; Abigail 'Abby’ Lincoln, Cree Lincoln, Lizzie Devine, and Fanny Fulbright from Codename: Kids Next Door™ ; Jenna Middleton, Clare Edwards, Maya Matlin, Zoë Rivas, Paige Michalchuk, Rebecca 'Becky' Baker, Manuella 'Manny' Santos, Lola Pacini, Emma Nelson, Imogen Moreno, Darcy Edwards, Anya MacPherson, Holly J. Sinclair, and Eleanor 'Ellie' Nash from Degrassi: The Next Generation / Degrassi: The Next Class ; Mirabel Madrigal, Luisa Madrigal, Dolores Madrigal, and Isabela Madrigal from Encanto ; Mrs. Blair Waldorf-Bass, Mrs. Serena Van Der Woodsen-Humphrey, Audrey Hope, and Julien Calloway from Gossip Girl ; Lila Sawyer, Nadine, Sheena, Patricia ‘Big Patty’ Smith, Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd, Ruth P. McDougal, Olga Pataki, Summer, Mrs. Stella Shortman, Chloe, Connie, Gloria, and Maria from Hey, Arnold!™ ; Minnie 'Mouse’ Honrada, Faran Bryant, Imogen Adams, and Kelly Beasley from Pretty Little Liars / Pretty Little Liars: Original Sin / Pretty Little Liars: Summer School ; Ginger Snap, Raspberry Torte, Cherry Jam, Sweet Grapes, and Apple Dumplin' from Strawberry Shortcake™ / Strawberry Shortcake™: Berry In The Big City / Strawberry Shortcake’s Berry Bitty Adventures™ ; And we would also absolutely love to see Ty Lee, Mai, and Princess Azula from Avatar: The Last Airbender™ !!

And if you do plan to re-join this RPG, please make sure that you unfollow all of the blogs in your following list, and then you can follow all of the blogs in this Blog Roll after your application(s) have been approved !! You're welcome !!

[givastihawking]

NEW MUSIC FRIDAY: I installed Honey.

And it works! Seriously, check it out, it’s totally worth it.

WE HAD A GOOD THING GOING by Charlie Smarts: Zesty, and vibrant music straight from the soul.

(https://open.spotify.com/album/7GOGscIjTFzUnb2G81XtMn?si=Dez8scbARCu_6r7Ewf1-CA)

JUILLET by En Attendant Ana: Good ol’ fashioned indie rock. That’s what the kids like these days, right?

(https://open.spotify.com/album/4FimQqdCxtw8aBngdmjMYD?si=skwjw7utSuCC_v8jMkwsng)

SING IN A WORLD THAT’S FALLING APART by Black Lips: A spiraling rodeo of psychedelia.

(https://open.spotify.com/album/1O5Dz8Q0JSt9Pe3VLOaBWl?si=_4fHmKoNTUmfHBPqK9AA5g)

SOMEDAY MAYBE TOMORROW by Lola Marsh: A mysterious fusion of Ladytron and Lorde.

(https://open.spotify.com/album/6ECJjotZuyQKgw3VtMWpVy?si=VkOTE8VkTTG9ksbN-yisxQ)

THE NEON SKYLINE by Andy Shauf: With all the free-wheeling fun of the early singer-songwriter, Shauf’s bringing the chips and the dip.

(https://open.spotify.com/album/41M6R2mWLgqU9aKFUvZv8S?si=ZU5SzwrKS2i3x8rri4upGw)

THIS WEEK’S BEST ALBUM ART

[caramelsmiles12]

Resources 7.2021 

Maxis match and alpha user.

Not everything is listed due to missing blogs/download links.

I am always open to WCIF messages.

You can find my CC finds blog here. 

𝒮𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓈  

Lilith’s Honey honey

Lilith’s Apple Pie

Lilith’s Apple Pie v2

Lilith’s Feathers

Lilith’s inked girls 

Lilith’s Supernatural skins as custom

Lilith’s Zombies skin as custom

Lilith’s Alien Flavor

Ephemera FMW fixed

Ephemera FMW customs

Ephemera Realistic Skin Tests and 5 skins

hemfbg’s camera shy

Brattylulu’s asian skin

io’s Those Darn Skins

Berrynooboo’s Axiom Skin

Lemonlion’s 3t2 Sushi Sims tattoo skins

Mouseyblue’s Advent 2012 skins

Keoni’s Rei skin

Keoni’s Lilith’s Marigold skin edit

Sim-Stranger’s Lilith’s Honey skin add ons

Digital Angels’ skin blend/edits

starlla’s honey invasion

Poppet’s green feathers

Poppet’s minty skin

whysims 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19

𝑀𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓊𝓅  

Ephemera freckles set

Various Ephemera sets

Ephemera eyebags set

Ephemera 0216 eyelashes, eyebags set, 1201 eyelashes

Lilith’s Golden Wings blusher

Lilith’s Beautiful Mourning & Halo lips

Lilith’s Poppy lips

Lilith’s Matte lips

Lilith’s Rosie lips

Lilith’s Primrose lips

Lilith’s lip sets

Lilith’s Mayberries & Leh nose mask

Lilith’s Pancake nose mask

Lilith’s Nose mask 1&2, Innocence & Heavenly lips

Lilith’s various nose masks

Lilith’s Whispers set [SS gift so direct link]

Lilith’s Delicate set

Lilith’s makeup set 

Lilith’s makeup set 2

Zoiudoney 4t2 sims3melancholic makeup set

pooklet makeup set

holo-trash’s Puppet lips

vidcunds’ lilith’s eve skinblend lips for every skin

Voeille’s layerable eyeliner/eyelashes set

Kraris’ lipstick 1, 2

Kraris’ blush & eyelashes

Voleste’s weasley ear & nose blush

starra234′s pores & tattoos, tattoo set 2

Digital Angels’ moar eyelashes than you’ll ever need

Digital Angels’ tifa mouth corners edit

2fingerswhiskey’s Hardware (braces overlay)

Scarypudding’s spotty blush

DeeDee’s Hairlines

Submarine Eyeshadow

pmg’s simple eyeliner remake

pmg’s [insert clever name here] eyeshadow

pmg’s add on trapping noses in darker shades

pmg’s 4t2 pralinesims’ e-girl pack

simsmustsmustle cc bundle

title sims’ kiss me lip

0201-sims’ blusher pack

0201-sims’ mixed set

0201-sims’ reuploaded hawk’s lip piercing

0201-sims’ en fleur blush

0201-sims’ 3t2 simsimi eyeshadow

falkii’s jelly eyeshadow

falkii’s cloudy day eyeshadow

bugjartimedecay-off’s white polka dots blusher

alexiswires’ wings v2 blusher

𝐸𝓎𝑒𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓈

Ephemera brows

simflake’s BROWS! BROWS! BROWS!

io’s murphy brows

Digital Angels’ eyebrows 1, 2, 3

Poppet’s Bumper Brows

Mrs M’quve’s eyebrow recolors

suratan-zir’s eyebrow sets 1, 2, 3, 4

𝐸𝓎𝑒𝓈

Nagisims’ Amber eyes

c-cerberus-sims-s’ ts4 to ts2 eyes

Digital Angels’ Ingrid eyes

Digital Angels’  Remus Sirion Eyes 103

Digital Angels’ Mouseyblue inspired eyes

Digital Angels’ Remus Sirion Eyes 33

Digital Angels’ Aioria eyes edit

Digital Angels’ Praline eyes 95

𝐻𝒶𝒾𝓇: 𝑀𝒶𝓍𝒾𝓈 𝑀𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 [𝒷𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇]

Enjoyingmypain

suratan-zir

minicule

falkii

hazelpuff

platinumaspiration

DeeDee-sims

socialbunny

episims

mystic-hysteria

lola-curious

Poppet hairs 1, 2, 3

skell

alien pod

keoni

remi

oawus

lilith-sims

victoria sims

berrynooboos

sinjin-balani

natashaunas

55woodlandrive

krabby sims

trotylka

mikexx2

phoebe-twiddle

𝐻𝒶𝒾𝓇: 𝒜𝓁𝓅𝒽𝒶 [𝒷𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇]

aehklnt

LilRoisin

redsimmer-blog

evannamari

amidalasims

eric.c

Simborg

xwhitepolar

mrs m’quve

charlotka

entropy

memento-sims

fakebloood

katsurinssims

𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 [𝒷𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇]

falkii

platinumaspiration

DeeDee-sims

eric.c

Brattylulu

e-neillan

episims

Kurimas

Nika Onishko

Moocha’s Muses

Misty Sensation

Pop

Marja

Claudette Corleone

kayleigh-83

MDPthatsme

YanderePlumSims

monilisasims

dinalangraab

biffysims

skell

keoni

oawus

diamond eyes universe

always sims

memento-sims

victoria sims

knowledgeaspiration

vulrien sims

mikexx2

rented-space

katsurinssims

skeleton tea

hemfbg

𝐵𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓊𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝒹𝑒 [𝒷𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇]

beautifulnerdkitty

TheNinthWaveSims

Limonaire

Nika Onishko

Moocha’s Muses

Misty Sensation

More Popcorn

thimble sims

Pixelry

kayleigh-83

grungetrait

Mustluvcatz

simsinsania

tenlittlepandas

Poppet

zerographic

skulldilocks

biffysims

honeywell

alien pod

vixsims

remi

oawus

mrsreval

0201-sims

fakebloood

tony-veis

shasta

veranka

kahlena

autumn-rosesims

nanashisims

𝑀𝑜𝒹𝓈

No Pause Frame

The Sim Manipulator

Macrotastics

Child Support

New Turn ons

Anyone Fight Burglars 

Auto Save Game

More sensible “Can my friend come over, too?”

No Sim Loaded

Smarter EP Check

A lot of Cyjon’s mods tbh...

3 want disablers

Faster Pet Learning

Batbox

Enable "Rent Furnished Apartment" Outside of Debug Mode

Towel Mod Lite

Faster Novels

Hula Dance & More

Use Inaccessible Beds

Homework Placement Mod

Call anyone

Separate Top/Bottoms for non-Everyday Clothes Mod

Soft outdoor shadows

Children can get cereal from fridges

TS1 to TS2 Prank Calls

Marriage: Last Name Changer

Confess to Cheating

For Sale Sign

Hacked Coat Hook

No Smiling in CAS

Party mod

No Autonomous Play Computer Games

No Look At Me

Everything blow here is for AL EP only. After the is list done, there is a link to other EPs for this mod. Please do choose the right EP for your game. 

Death by satellite higher chance

Visitor Controller

Perfect Plants

Sim Blender

Triplets and Quads Random Chance

Same Sex Marriage

Preg for all genders

No Swoon Romance

No Shade Eyes Salute

No Shove Look Through

No Auto Diary

No Auto MP3 & Handheld

No Auto Hang out

No Auto Jump on Bed

No Auto Napping

No Auto Noogies

No Auto Smell Flowers

No Baby Toddler Swarming

No Bogarting OFB Toys

No Dancing in Silence

No Pet Obsession 

No Meeting Professors

No Whining at Missing Objects

No Weekly Report

No Friends Needed For Careers

^^ click here for other EP options of these mods ^^

Job Level Label

Smarter Lights

Mirrors Go Down With Walls

Shadow Fix

No Hobby Stalkers

Go Under Spiral Stairs

Static UI Poses

No Pet LTWs

No Plantsim due to spraying

Jump Rope Outside

Faster University Education (36 hours)

Simply Leftovers

Single Slap Only

Stay Things Shrub

Stuck Object Remover

Personality, Please!

Wild Child

ACR

Monique’s Hacked Computer, Add ons

Sliders

Hidden Toddler/Pet interaction unlocked

𝐹𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈

Epsilon

Kahlena’s Chasing Miss Pretty face templates undefaulted

Pip

Gamma

Beta

Butterflies and Hurricanes defaults

[cuebooks]

I came on this app to follow Cassie and for the shadowhunter chronicles, but now I actually post on here and love this app. (I happily got sucked into this app.) Thank you everyone for making me love the app and the fabulous community. Thank you for helping me feel like I belong even if we don’t talk or never have. Thanks for giving me a place to talk and share my opinions.

Lovely blogs that always make me smile and kindly, constantly support me: @lola-lightwood @christopherslemontarts @fictionally-fantastic @shadowhuntingforfanfics @styxdrawings @emablckthrn @cordeliaxcortana @gummybears-4u @doitforthecarstairs @dianasarrow @itsdaughterofthemoon @valecarstairs @phoenix-carstairs @herondalesunsetcurve @22herondale @imsoftforthomastair @the-swordwielding-carstairs @apple-bottom-jeansx and so many more! Thanks for the love and support, and all the smiles you guys spread! 🖤🖤🖤

[littlelolaapple]

*Currently looking for Lola in the Picky plush she, apparently now inhabits*

Lola hearing medics foot steps made sure to run and hide in the shadows seeing emotionless crafty do it before

( your going to need to try harder than that (

[polniaczek]

the morning show season 1 live blogging

i gasped. miss honey. what a shame embeth is playing the ex wife who’s “taking the kids” for plot convenience. guess i won’t be seeing much of her lol

rozzi cameo!

i’m sorry you cannot tell me mark duplass and ron livingston aren’t the same man with those eyebrows

“i didn’t know you needed me to hold your hand”  “sometimes partners hold hands” 🥺

bradley is off beat and slightly socially clumsy in a way that reese’s characters usually aren’t but it’s charming

the amount of actors on this show that were also on friends though 👁👄👁 even the guy who didn’t wear underwear under his shorts lmao 

“her name was lola. she was a showgirl."

“do you think she’s fine?” “she said she was fine 🤷‍♂️” “no she’s not fucking fine i’m going in” lmao i love how aggressively empathetic she is

alex’s husband calling her a narcissist vs bradley telling her she’s lovable (+ that hug) though whewww

this kid has balls to act like she has any say in her parents’ marriage. is this how normal people react to divorce news?

alex: i’m walking into this landmine of speculation about my marriage and my sanity and mitch and, fuck, i don’t know, you. and me. that you and i are in love. me:  

cory looks like a villain. the cw would make him a final boss

a “major hit middle age lesbian show”? if that wasn’t self-referential, put your money where your mouth is apple tv+

i want to murder mitch 

hannah needs sympathy but all anyone is doing is using her

ugghhhhhhh i knew that was going to happen 😭

GOING ROGUE LET’S GOOOO

[hawkepockets]

get to know me tag

tagged by @pauvre-lola, ty xo!

tagging any of my followers who’d like to join!

name/nickname: ellie grace

gender: lesbian

star sign: sagittarius

height: 5′3″

time: 3 pm

birthday: december 19

favorite bands: the oh hellos, the chicks, aeseaes, the crane wives

favorite solo artists: anais mitchell, fiona apple, stevie nicks, gregory & the hawk

song stuck in my head: “can i believe you” by fleet foxes

last movie: disney channel original movie let it shine

last show: supernatural :o(

when did you create this blog: october 2019

what do I post: viddy games art

last thing googled: “sad stuffed animal meme”... yall really caught me at a moment

do I get asks: not too many - send me more!

why I chose my url: @/creepyscritches’ comic about hawke eating hot pockets out of the trash was what inspired me to play dragon age. i just wanted to know what mr hawke's deal was. suffice 2 say i found out

following: 1630

followers: 1029

average hours of sleep: 9

lucky number: 5

instruments: piano, flute, piccolo

what am I wearing: cuffed jeans, gold sweater, green cardigan, green gold n brown bracelets, leather boots, evil eye earrings, red/yellow/green flower head scarf, red & green makeup.. its popping tbh!!

dream job: big shot environmental lawyer

dream trip: canada road trip!!

last book I read: the fifth season by nk jemisin. now i’m on the golden compass  :-)

favorite food: fried plantains

nationality: american

favorite song: “SEND ME ON MY WAY” BY RUSTED ROOT AS FEATURED IN ICE AGE (2002)!!

top three fictional universes: thra, the hainish cycle, whatever howl’s moving castle had goin on

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

So what's it like diving (and cleaning up) Avalon Bay?

AVALON, SANTA CATALINA ISLAND, CA: Just ask any of our diving contingents who joined in the Avalon Harbour Underwater Cleanup recently--Peter Potamus' Magic Divers, the Divin' Wolf Pups or even the Catalina Diving Clowder (which had a sort of glam factor not even the Bratz could emulate)--and they'll acknowledge as much the ecstasy of the experience as the willingness to do good.

But without being weighted down by demands from censors at the networks for something "healthy" or "nutritive," even; heavens to William Wrigley! At least it wasn't the Laff-a-Lympics redone. But believe you me, with such company rather interesting as we manage to come along with, and with the proceeds going to the Two Harbors Hyperbaric Chamber, at least it's doing good without such being forced down our necks.

The which came up in an "after-the-dive" luncheon at a campy little bar in Avalon off Crescent Avenue, the main drag therefor, Huck and I had with Peter Potamus. In answer to a question Huckleberry "himself" posed about how predictable the refuse collected from Avalon Bay could get, Peter responded, "Pshaw! I assume you still recall when Lippy and I found that iron bedframe ..."

"We still do," we remarked.

"But at any rate, while you may still find a lot of wallets with cash, credit and debit cards in the harbour, consider where mobile phones loaded with e-payment wallet apps--Apple Pay, Google Pay, Samsung Pay, Venmo, PayPal--and likely still having active balances managed to turn up. And for some reason, those Divin' Wolf Pups found at least five such mobiles between them, though they managed to resist the temptation of trying to use such apps, knowing they eventually had to be turned in as part of the haul."

"Certainly, though, Peter," Huck remarked, "I suppose such who still had balances on those e-pay plans will likely get their balances intact with a new mobile so replacing."

"Let's hope so." (Short pause while Peter took his lunch.) "And as for those Clowder gals, how irresistable could their appearance get?"

"I just hope," saith I, "they weren't asked to leave the cleanup for 'causing a needless distraction.'"

"Wherever did that notion come from, Snag?! Of that dive contingent feline, boys, Sabrina managed to turn in some kinky-looking fishnet stockings and a pair of garters, winning the prize for Weirdest Items Collected. Never mind their suggestive nature ... and Jayne collected nine wallets or billfolds, a money clip as still had over a thousand dollars in same, four mobile phones, an iPad and six gold coins, two of which were half-ounce Mexican Centenarios!"

"Though I have to admit what Jayne hauled," Huckleberry Hound remarked, "certainly took the cake for most items found."

"By our contingents. But for sheer luck, consider what Lola and Jessamaine from the Diving Clowder discovered: Three briefcases in all, contents to be determined as they were locked and secured when thrown overboard ... I just hope espionage isn't at serious play!"

"How about sending in Super Snooper and Blabbermouse to examine the contents?" asked Huck.

"One of the judges at the Harbour Cleanup, in taking note of the briefcases found, mentioned that Los Angeles County Sheriffs' agents will likely examine and take action. Catalina is technically under the Sheriffs' Office's jurisdiction for law enforcement ends."

"Presumably including possible contraband," said I.

"Rather likely" was all Peter could add.

*************

@warnerbrosentertainment @indigo-corvus @jellystone-enjoyer @xdiver71 @funtasticworld @iheartgod175 @archive-archives @catalinablog-blog @thebigdingle @screamingtoosoftly @thylordshipofbutts @themineralyoucrave @catalinachamber @warnerbros-blog1 @joey-gatorman @groovybribri @theweekenddigest @ultrakeencollectionbreadfan @warnerbrosent-blog

[biologicalfairy]

interview tag ! ✨

the rules are to answer questions and tag some blogs you are contractually obligated to know better :)

tagged by @refuted 💫💫💫

gender: she/her

star sign: leo 

height: 5'10 ish 

time currently: 9:30AM

birthday: august 19th

favourite band/group(s): i have suddenly forgotten every band that has ever existed but based on recurring bands on my my playlists - arctic monkeys, cigarettes after sex, of monsters & men, borns, radiohead, interpol, the smiths, metric 

favourite solo artist(s): lorde, sia, king princess, regina spektor, fiona apple, lana del rey

last show you binged: actually drawing a blank on this one sorry. i genuinely can’t remember the last show i binge watched. possibly united states of tara but i feel like that was maybe over a year ago. 

when you created your blog: early 2011 if i recall? 

last thing you googled: literally googled “is kitten food a scam” while i was at the store this morning (it’s not fyi, it has a lot of additional nutrients they require for growth and calories apparently, so, can't be cheap and get adult cat food for them)

why i chose my URL: it’s both a reference to final fantasy 7 and my alcohol dependency tbh

how many people are you following: 255

how many followers do you have:  2,774 but like 99% of them are either inactive or bots probably 

average hours of sleep: i’d say around 9 but with a large standard deviation. really just need to turn that pineal gland on and off again tbh

lucky number: it was always the number 3 for personal reasons until i became a nurse and that whole “death comes in 3s” thing is true all day long okay, i’m serious. i am not superstitious at all but almost every time there’s a death where i work it’s followed by 2 more in quick succession, and then there won’t be one for a while. rationally i know it’s bullshit but it still happens and it kind of tainted the number for me i suppose.

instruments: sometimes i like to teach myself songs on piano if i have the patience but i am by no means talented. other than that, no, i wish

favourite food: potatoes in basically any form

favourite song: elastic heart - sia or past lives - borns

dream trip: i don’t really have one, but i’d love to go to new zealand at some point both because it is beautiful and because i have been basically obsessed with lotr since i was like 8 and wanna go to middle earth and lose my ever-loving mind 

what i am currently wearing: look it’s the morning and already 30 C here and i’m about to sleep after a night shift so. briefs and a tank top  

dream job: idk probably just getting paid to go to the houses of old people who are lonely and having a cup of tea and chatting with them for a bit

nationality: australian 

i tag @hennwilson @evynessence @stardustcityhag @mrgaretcarter @lola-fairweather if you’d like to do it!

[capsized-heart]

Lady Liberty and The Captain / Part One

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader (1940′s Brooklyn AU)

Summary: You are a rising young star and the newest breakout actress in Hollywood’s Golden Age! When war finally descends on the west, your reputation as America’s Sweetheart finds you cast in a promotional picture alongside Captain America himself.

Yet, he looks eerily familiar, like your Stevie from childhood…

Word count: 4.7k+

Warnings: fluff!!

A/N: hello, everyone!!!! I hope you’re staying home, warm, and safe during these crazy times. I’ve been snuggling with my doggie and continuing with my university’s online classes in my final semester..absolutely crazy how things are rn. I hope this new story can help brighten up your day just a little bit.

First of all, I just want to say thank you💖💛for all the love that old and new readers alike have shown this blog recently. I’ve been writing on this platform for a little less than a year and I never thought l’incendie would blow up as much as it has. You guys are amazing. I’m really excited and eager to share new pieces and hope you enjoy the content I have coming! Please don’t hesitate to pop in and say hi, or shoot me a message. I’ve really enjoyed connecting with readers and would love to know your thoughts on my fics, or just to talk about fandom stuff! Timmy included! PAHAHA

So, this chapter is gonna be a part of a mini-series for a 1940′s writing challenge and I’m using the prompt of wartime romance! This will probably be split into two or three parts and I will tag the host as soon as the last chapter goes up, I’ll most likely make a masterlist in the end as well. Reader has a name in this fic, but hopefully the choice of name will make sense later on :D

As always, feel free to drop a ask/message if you’d like a tag in the next update.

ENJOY!

THE NEW YORK TIMES

Film: ‘Apple of Discord’, Lola Swanson’s Dazzling Debut! 

By NICHOLAS WATTS                                                                                                                      September 1, 1943

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The film drama from the original screenplay written and directed by Andrew Campbell opened to a roar of applause and acclaim at the Radio City Music Hall yesterday evening. Apple of Discord is a reimagining of the myth and Plato’s allegory, focusing on the tumultuous, profoundly elegant life of a young noblewoman during the Trojan wars.  

The film’s frontrunner and leading lady is Hollywood newcomer, young and fresh-faced Lola Swanson. Swanson’s performance is so thoughtful, so unfaltering, so intelligent and controlled that it is hard to believe this is little Lola’s long awaited motion picture debut. And what a debut this is! 

Starring opposite Hollywood veterans Sean Schultz, Kash Dennis, and Gracie Smith, this star-studded cast packs punches and sizzling chemistry and yet, Swanson does not fizzle out but confidently holds her own, demanding your attention in every scene, and rightfully so. Watching Swanson in this picture is watching a major actress in the making. 

Born and raised in the heart of Hell’s Kitchen before moving to Brooklyn to pursue acting, some may recognize Lola from her daytime television roles in Insanity and Passion, It’s a Date! and as Jessica in Jessica Davis Returns.

Now we know these roles were preparing Swanson for the debut of the decade.   

“APPLE OF DISCORD” is now showing at the Radio City Music Hall and Cinema 2. Tickets at 25 cents. Running time: 139 minutes.

★★★★☆

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APPLE OF DISCORD, written and directed by Andrew Campbell; director of photography, Laszlo Kovacs; edited by John Wright; music by John Barry; released by Universal Pictures.

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The newspaper trembles hard between your fingers, threatening to tear its edges. Pulse pounding, ears ringing. You can’t stop smiling. You feel like crying. 

You reread the words again and again, the words written by legendary film critic Nicholas Watts, the man you’ve only dreamed of making an impression on, that he’d someday see you in a picture. And here he’s written a glowing review of your major motion picture debut. 

You erupt in a fit of giggles and screams, twirling around the small space of your apartment in a swirl of nightgown, pinned curls. A neighbor, Mr. Krisinski, you think, pounds on your wall to shut you up. 

It’s still early morning and you had gone downstairs at first light to buy a paper from a newsboy. Outside your window, the streets of New York already yawn and bustle with morning commute. The movement of people, gleaming automobiles against the red brick buildings and muted gray of Manhattan. Warm sun washes over it all, your heart brimming and full, mirroring the glow of golden dawn. 

You feel on top of the world. Maybe you’ll finally make it here.

Your phone rings. You rush over to the mint blue rotary telephone on your bedside table, snatch up the receiver before Mr. Krisinski can break down your door with all the racket you’re making.

“Hello?” You say into the mouthpiece, cradling it between your hands. You feel breathless, high strung and buzzing, like you’d just downed a whole case of Coca-Cola, whirring with the taste of sugar and success, bubbling with starpower. Maybe it’s Kash or Gracie calling to congratulate you. Hell, maybe even President Roosevelt.

“Lola! It’s me. Have you read the paper?” The cool voice of Peggy asks you through the receiver. You quietly laugh at your own fantastical expectations. Of course it’s Peggy. Punctual, collected Peggy. 

Peggy Carter is your talent agent and manager at MGM. Peggy had snatched you up while you had been working as a background actress on Michael Curtiz’s Casablanca, so hopeful and beholden just to be in the presence of such respected artists, willing to stay the extra hours even after the other girls had gone home when realizing they wouldn’t be seen in the shot. It hadn’t been your first time on a hot set, you were used to the itchy costumes, long hours of endless waiting, and the empty stomachs, but no way you were going to miss a chance to see Ingrid Bergman and Madeleine LeBeau up close. 

Back then, only a few years ago yet a lifetime away it seems, Peggy had been a casting assistant, seeing your dedication and marching right up to you between takes to hand you her card. On the back, written in smooth blue ink, a time the next morning for an audition at MGM Studios in downtown New York. Eight o'clock sharp. 

You didn’t sleep at all that night after you wrapped.

She’s worked at getting you into audition rooms and meetings for years, pushing you onto writers, production assistants, riggers, directors. She had secured you an audition with Andrew Campbell after “accidentally” leaving your headshot in his mailroom and later calling his assistant with threats of stolen property. MGM’s new fresh face had been penciled in for a side read the following week. 

Fierce, ingenious, and your own bright star, you’ve risen through the ranks and fought your way up with Peggy at your side. 

“Yeah, Peg. I have it here in front of me. This is...absolutely nuts.” 

“Not really, you were brilliant in the picture, darling. But it’s a comfort to know Watts has finally replaced that cotton in his brain with some sense.”

Another laugh from you, twirling the telephone cord around your finger.

“Let me have this one, Peg.”

“If you insist.” 

You hear the rustling of newspaper from the other end. You can practically see Peggy sitting at her desk, perusing the paper over a morning cup of coffee, her hair curled, makeup and nails all scarlet red and perfect. The golden placard glittering on the frosted glass of the door. 

Margaret Carter, Casting Director.

“I’m calling to tell you about an offer we received this morning from Paramount. I think you should take it.” 

That rush of giddiness burns bright again in your veins, pulse skyrocketing. 

“Paramount? Geez, what did they say?”

“They want you for a promotional picture that’s being produced by Senator Brandt. Brandt is hoping to boost the homefront’s war bond sales with a little starpower from you and from Captain America. You’ve seen his posters, haven’t you? That costumed bloke?”

You have. Plastered everywhere and looking like an absolute buffoon. Nice physique, though. 

The disappointment that settles in your stomach is ugly and cold, like a fruitless pit, hard, rough, a sour taste in your mouth. It’s stupidly childish, yet your own expectations for your first movie, first box office hit, for that very first taste of the promised fame and fortune of success, begin to blink out. Expectations you’ve held on to since you were a little girl, since you realized this is the type of work you want to do for the rest of your life.

You’ve managed to impress Nicholas Watts, the most cynical film critic in all of Hollywood, and this is your big break? A Paramount picture featuring you and a tights-wearing mascot?

Peggy is practically asking you to star alongside Mickey Mouse.

“Is that all they offered?” You respond. You wince at the demanding, ungrateful tone. Afterall, showbiz has hardened you to go after what you want, to take and take because this lifestyle does not guarantee anything. You’re told no more than you are yes, the constant rejection having molded you into a diamond tough girl, glitzy and solid, unbreakable, beautiful. 

But how many girls would kill to be in your place?

“The only sensible deal. They also offered you the role of Violet for It’s a Wonderful Life, and Ruthie in The Grapes of Wrath.”

“What?! Peggy, contract me for those instead!” 

“Well, I’m not going to. And you listen well as to why.”

You twist your lips together. Peggy’s voice filters clipped and disapproving through the phone line, the way she always gets before she offers you damned good advice. 

“Not just Watts is impressed with your work, Lola. You’re finally turning heads and for all good reasons. Anyone can get in front of a camera if they have the right look. But you’ve shown them that you have the look and the raw talent. Critics are saying you’re rivaling Judy Garland, darling. And you’re telling me you want the part of a lousy love interest? A secondary daughter? All because the pictures have big names behind them and people may go see it?

“No,” you mumble.

“No is right. You know better than anyone that people expect young stars to burn out fast so they can take their place. It’s all business. If I put you in for those roles, we’d be playing right into their hand. We’d use up all your potential in one summer. The public would get sick of seeing your face in every big picture. We have to earn their affection, darling. It’s slow and tame and not always glamorous, but this deal is smart.”

You listen, silently.

“Morale is low. War is when people turn to familiar pastimes and simple pleasures. To treat themselves, to take their minds off all the grizzly headlines. Captain America embodies all of that and more. If we take this, I promise you, Lola, that people will remember you as the girl who got them through the darkest times. This will do wonders for your career years down the line. And then, if you still want to play Violet, I’ll phone Frank Capra myself.” 

You close your eyes and draw in a breath, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. 

“Well, it looks like I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

“Wonderful. I’ll phone Paramount now. We’ll be in touch.” 

--

Growing up with poor Irish immigrants for parents, the rare moments you could afford to splurge on luxuries, you spent them at local cinemas and theaters with your brother. Any day was a good one when you and Samuel bought tickets for a noon screening, the cheapest showing of the day, scraping together pocket change to split a popcorn if you were feeling extra special.

And reclining in a nearly empty theater with refreshments and goodies between the two of you, you’d watch the silver screen with hope in your mouth and stars in your eyes. In here, it no longer mattered how little money you had, or the discrimination your family faced, or the war in Europe, or the meager apartment you’d go home to, lucky if the electricity and heating had been paid for. In here, nothing else mattered but the visual stories. 

And you realized that you wanted to help tell them. You wanted to be in front of the cameras, to embody characters and personas and let audiences worldwide empathize and identify with your performances. 

You’ve loved playing make-believe since you were a little girl, having never really grown out of it. You could do it, you think. Dangerous dreams, perhaps, but what child doesn’t hold this wish within them? To see their name in lights and to be admired and commended, but most of all, to provide for their family?

 How hard could it be?

**

At sixteen, you land your first speaking role. It’s pathetic. You’re working on set as background, per usual, only this time, the director picks you out from the crowd and gives you the line of, “Good morning, sir.” You’re to look off camera as the actor playing Kent entered the scene and you would then say your line. 

You’re stupidly excited. Three simple words. You’ll be uncredited, of course, but your face would finally be seen! With butterflies fluttering in your stomach, the scene resets, Kent takes his mark, the cameras roll, and you deliver.

The scene is cut from the final reel. 

**

You pound the pavement. You scour newspapers and flyers for casting calls, you phone agencies and playhouses, you save up to get your picture taken on glossy photo paper. You keep looking. You keep working in background until you can land a steady role. 

Then, you finally get one. A miniscule part of a friendly neighborhood girl on a TV drama for CBS. You only have mere minutes of screen time, but the checks that arrive in the mail from Columbia Broadcasting System after your first few episodes air say otherwise. 

You open a savings account. You plant your paychecks and watch them grow into a comfortable sum of money. You land another guest starring role for a daytime soap, the secretary of the title character. Combined with your parents’ salaries from your mother’s sewing and your father’s work on the railroads, you become the main breadwinner.  

You move your family out of Hell’s Kitchen, out of your cramped, dark apartment. You sign a new lease under your new stage name and move to Brooklyn together. 

**

Brooklyn is slightly cleaner, but the familiar hustle and bustle, the noise of shopkeepers and dialects and children and cars is comforting, grounds you in your roots. When your CBS drama wraps months later with your last check in the mail and you’re looking for your next gig, your brother works odd jobs to help shoulder the burden. Brick laying, chimney sweeping, milk and mail delivering, Samuel becomes no stranger to any and all work, so long as it pays. You become a typist on the side as you wait for auditions and callbacks. 

Samuel tells you his aspirations to be a poet, a writer. He hasn’t said a word to your parents, but he shows you the small bound notebook he carries with him, leafing through pages of prose and verse. You encourage him to submit his work to newspapers, publishers. He gives you a shy smile, says he’ll consider it as soon as you get your motion picture debut. You shake on it. Together, your already close bond of brother and sister grows stronger as you each work to support your art.

**

You’re waiting for Samuel to finish his shift so you can catch a late showing of His Girl Friday, a warm September day when you first meet Bucky Barnes down at the wharfs. He’s tall, lean, and glistening with sweat when he rounds out of the warehouse with an armful of crates and nearly knocks you off the pier.

“Hey, watch it!” he snaps. His eyes flash like the water around you, blue and cold and dangerous. Brown locks curl with perspiration against his forehead, the sleeves of his workshirt rolled up over his shoulders, the exposed skin of his throat and arms flushed and tan. 

Embarrassed, you try to steady him, to which he growls in annoyance and spins out of your reach. He makes a great show of bearing the weight himself, grumbling as he sets down his load. You don’t miss the way the muscles in his back flex and dip. It isn’t until he slowly stands back up, wiping his palms on his khakis, that you get a good look at each other.

The hostility in his eyes softens ever so slightly, simmering into a look that cinches your chest tight when his gaze travels shamelessly up from your kitten heels to the curves of your lips and cheek. His breathing is still labored as he surveys you and you can feel heat and color blooming against your skin. When his eyes finally settle on your face, you can’t decide whether you want to slap or kiss him. 

“You lost or something, honey?” He asks with a whisper of a smile. He strolls in a lazy half-circle in front of you and moves to go back up the ramp to the warehouse. Then, he pauses and turns back to you.

“Have we met before? I swear I recognize you from somewhere.”

This delights you deliciously, that a handsome young man you’ve met by chance has seen your work. Not glamorous, acclaimed roles by any means, but recognition nonetheless. You bite the inside of your lip to suppress your smile and give him a coy, bashful flutter of your eyelashes.

“If that were the case, I’m sure I’d remember you.” 

He grins wolfishly, pleased, and takes a step closer. “Yeah? Think you’ll let me take you out for dinner tonight?”

“She’s got plans with me, Buck.” Samuel’s voice carries across the water. Your brother emerges with wooden boxes and sets them between you and Bucky in a huff, as if he’s implementing a physical barrier, both childish and endearing. Bucky glances at you and Samuel.

“Are you two..?”

“Steady? No. She’s my sister.”

Bucky snorts and his eyes find you again, glittering in the evening light. “You never told me you had a sister, Sammy. And such a looker too..”

“Makes you wonder why I never brought her up,” retorts Samuel and gives him a playful shove, traps him briefly in a headlock. “At least Steve wouldn’t ogle.”

“Stevie would get a nose bleed and pass out.” You hear Bucky grunt back. Samuel moves as if to dump him into the drink and Bucky pinwheels, scrambling. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

Satisfied, Samuel releases him and socks him in the shoulder for good measure. Bucky stumbles, looking boyish and smooth despite his shirt and hair all disheveled. 

You’ve seen his type in casting offices all across New York; bold, alluring, and charismatic. It’s a look and type you’ve longed to act opposite of someday, as all young starlets dream of, but a look that simultaneously sparks the feminine temptation that shivers between your breasts. You wonder if Bucky would look the same in a dark bedroom, with him on top of you and your fingers running over his back…

Bucky grins toothily when he catches you staring and shoots you a wink. None of those movie star hopefuls hold a candle now to his rugged, spirited charm.

Samuel guides you back up the pier so he can punch out his time card and the two of you can be on your way. And as you’re about to set foot on solid ground, you hear Bucky call out to you.

“What’s your name, honey?” 

Samuel sighs and shakes his head. “Cripes.” He mutters to himself. Before Samuel can stop you, you laugh and turn back to the water with a fresh and girlish aire, warmth and excitement whispering through your veins, young and naive and sixteen.  

“Dolores!” You give him your full name, your real name. For once, you don’t want to be Lola Sparks. You want to be your natural, honest self, the girl who deserves young love and joy and an untroubled adolescence. The sound of your voice rings clear and strong, the diva that you are, and Bucky’s mouth curves upwards.

“See you ‘round, Dot.” 

**

Much to Samuel’s displeasure, you tail your big brother around the docks like a lost pup whenever you have time. And being a C-list actress and a part-time typist, you have plenty of it. You loiter with the excuse of bringing sack lunches, waiting on Samuel and Bucky at the edge of the warehouses. It’s lonesome and bores you to no end being all by yourself, until one afternoon when someone is already waiting at your spot by the pier.

Small, skinny as his own shadow with a fringe of blonde hair, he leans hunkered and folded within himself, timid and seemingly conscious of how he occupies space. His jacket droops over his shoulders, eyes downcast even as you approach. He has a sketchbook in his hands, concentrated as the pencil moves across the page in fast, gentle strokes. You see an impressive likeness of the piers and Bucky’s distant figure in charcoaled lines.

“That’s really something.” You say.

He jolts so hard the paper tears and he crumples it into his fist in a single motion. “Huh?” he answers. When he looks to you, you realize his eyes are a pretty shade of teal. He flushes, petrified, the tips of his ears coloring pink. You feel horrible when he goes to pocket the ball of paper.

“I’m so sorry for scaring you,” you breathe. Gently, you offer your palm to him. “If you’re not keeping it, do you mind if I have it?” You ask softly. A few seconds pass and he shakes his head before placing it in your hand. You unfurl the paper, carefully smooth it out as he watches you from the corner of his eye. 

Shyness is a barrier of art you’ve known all too well, from your own experiences in audition rooms to your brother’s reluctance to find a publisher, you understand that sting of insecurity better than anyone. So, you let him watch you as you admire his work, let him know of his talent and let your actions speak for you. You smile and slip the drawing into your purse. 

Then, his stomach grumbles audibly, almost comically loud. He folds his arms around his stomach, so tight you’re afraid he’ll snap in half. You quickly reach into one of your paper bags and hand him a sandwich wrapped in cellophane and a can of lemonade. 

“Here, let’s trade.” 

“That’s awfully kind of you, but I can’t accept..” he starts. The timbre of his voice is surprisingly gallant and sure, pleasant, sweet. You have a gut feeling that the world has been taking advantage of that kindness his whole life, scaring him away from genuine compassion, that everything must have a catch. It makes you press harder.

“I insist. Please. It’s the least I can do for sneaking up on you.” He eyes you warily and again that feeling of regret washes over you. “Consider it payment.” You smile. 

Finally, he takes Samuel’s lunch from you and unwraps the sandwich. He eats quickly and quietly, draining the lemonade only minutes later. Perhaps it’s his bony statue, but you feel happy to see this stranger eat.

When he’s finished, he wipes his mouth and turns to you. His lips, pretty, pink, part as if about to speak, yet no words leave him. Instead, he stands frozen with that transfixing blue-green gaze keeping you still, lingering. 

That is until a stream of brilliant scarlet red dribbles down his chin and splatters onto his dress shirt. He pinches his nose, doubling forward and his flustered complexion matching the blood spilling from his nostrils.

“You must be Steve,” You laugh lightly and quickly hand him your handkerchief of cream yellow lace and embroidered flowers. You help steady him as he keeps his head tilted down. “Bucky’s told me all about you.”

Steve groans and presses the handkerchief to his face, blushing all the way down to his neck. 

**

Steve returns your handkerchief days later with an embarrassed hush, carefully cleaned and laundered. It smells of lavender and clean linen and the image of him working the fabric between his thin fingers with soap and suds warms your heart. 

You tell him it’s his. He blooms and keeps it neatly folded in his breast pocket. 

You and Steve quickly grow close in the hours you spend together waiting on Bucky and Samuel. You pack extra lunches for him and sit by the piers chatting, skipping stones as Steve sketches the Brooklyn skyline day in and day out.

“Draw me!” you tease. “Isn’t that the request that all artists want to hear?”

But surprisingly, he does. He always draws you and Bucky and Samuel with striking, intimate familiarity. His sketchbook gradually fills with portraits and pictures of you, sketches that could put your very headshot to shame.

**

After their usual shifts, the four of you head to the drugstore for your ritual of sodas and sundaes. Two pairs, brother and sister and brothers by blood enjoying a rare wartime treat. With the rations on sugar, it’s a special and memorable circumstance just to be together and sharing something sweet.

It’s there, at your corner booth in Wolfe’s Pharmacy over ice cream, that Bucky opens up a paper for that night’s television network schedule and sees your name. 

His eyebrows shoot up. “Dot,” he says. “What do others call you?”

Defeated, you twist your lips, hesitant to break the short spell of normalcy you’ve had with your new friends. Samuel sips at his Coke with a silent grin. 

Time for the truth to come out.

“Well, ‘doll’, by Stevie,” you giggle and toe Steve’s foot under the table. Steve shyly shrinks back into his seat. “But CBS calls me Lola.”

Bucky’s jaw drops. 

“Get out of here. You’re pulling my leg..”

“I absolutely am not.”

“Sammy, tell me she’s pulling my leg.”

“She’s not.”

Two pairs of brilliant blue eyes dart between you and your brother. Bucky’s face breaks into an open smile, laughing. Steve lurches forward. 

“Have you ever met anyone famous?” Steve prods with a hint of that honest, innocent charm.  

You wrinkle your nose sheepishly. “Mason Cook?”

“Who?” Bucky asks around a mouthful of sundae.

“Exactly.” Samuel snorts.

“Well, I’m sure he’s very talented.” Says Steve.

You swipe his maraschino cherry and let the stem dangle between your lips. “At least Stevie believes in me.” 

“Dot, honey. I saw your pilot episode. If anyone’s a fan, it’s me.” Bucky feigns hurt, hand to his chest. 

You stick out your bottom lip before sucking in the stem, working it into a tight knot in your mouth. “Are you still gonna be when your girl is signing autographs with John Wayne?”

You place the knotted stem on your napkin. Bucky nearly chokes. 

“I better be.”

Samuel coughs. Steve giggles. 

**

You thank your stars that your secret doesn’t change anything between Steve and Bucky. They treat you just the same; as Samuel’s baby sister who tags along with the boys. The teasing, the fleeting looks all unchanging. 

Girls, you’ve unfortunately realized, are catty and mean. You’re competing for roles, after all. But with Bucky and Steve, your first taste of homecoming since moving to Brooklyn, you don’t have to worry about silly competition, or fame, or being the best in the room. They keep you level-headed, reminding you of your girlhood and life’s simple pleasures.

Bucky drives you and Steve around town in the company truck on weekends. Hopscotch and jacks on brick roads and warm nights, watching sunsets until the sky blushes peach and mango yellow at Coney Island. 

A Saturday afternoon on Rockaway Beach, a vacation for you all after a draining week of work and auditions when Bucky promises to win you a stuffed bear when he sees you eyeing the one on careful display. 

“Buck..Bucky, give it a rest, we can try the next one.” Steve chides.

Another plastic ring pings off the neck of a glass bottle. Bucky curses, rings his hands together and slaps another dollar onto the counter.

You and Steve trade looks. Bucky’s been at it for ten minutes. At this rate, you know you’ll be walking on the train tracks home tonight.

So, you and Steve huddle close and cheer him on. Do it for our doll! says Steve. Finish it so you’ll stop wasting money, you dolt! you cry. Hell, even the vendor finds it humorous and joins in.

And when Bucky wins that grand prize and you’re handed a teddy bear as big as Stevie, you hoist it on your back, careful to not let it touch gravel or dust as the three of you walk in line with the train tracks later that evening.

Paradise, a sheltered haven from the broken landscapes and realities that the European newsreels broadcast home in grim black and white. 

**

True to Bucky’s word, they become your biggest supporters, helping you run lines and monologues and accompanying you to auditions. Bucky’s not bad for a scene partner, and Steve’s awareness of emotion and character motivation is impressive.

The attention you receive from casting directors and auditionees doesn’t hurt your chances either, lanky Steve and smoldering Bucky wishing you luck before stepping into the green room.

You book a drama. Then, a short film. Then another. You call them your lucky charms. 

And when your humble little short film “premiers” at the corner cinema, squeezed in between an empty noon showing of a cartoon rerun, Steve and Bucky whoop and holler when your character is shown on screen. They throw popcorn and gumdrops, jostle you by the shoulders. Bucky even runs down the aisle and mimes kissing the projector screen.

“That’s our girl! That’s our Dot!”

The usher threatens to throw you out. Steve tells him you’ve paid good money for your tickets and you’ll stay and watch as long as you please.

The following week, you’re scouted by Peggy Carter. 

Your world, your career will never be the same.