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svmone‌:

        “She’s incredible.” Simone gave her a knowing look, nodding her head in agreement. “God knows I have no idea why she still hangs around with me.” Her gaze lingered on the soft shine of tears forming in Lola’s eyes, but she said nothing. She knew she wouldn’t want Lola to say anything if the roles were reversed, so she could only hope the same would be true for her.

        Friends. Simone nearly jolted at the idea of it, the realization, the implications of it. She didn’t confirm nor deny the statement, merely nodding idly as she reflected on how the hell she’d gotten here. “None taken,” she replied. “It’d be pretty difficult to run this circuit worse than I have, so at the very least, you can be confident that you’re not the worst around.”

“She does have a habit of picking the strangest company, doesn’t she?” Lola commented with a self-deprecating snort. Just look at Lena’s closest friends -- the ridiculous TV producer, the disaffected loner who appeared basically out of nowhere, and the former career criminal. A regular rogues gallery. “I think she appreciates the break from all the 1% bullshit she normally has to deal with. We break up the monotony. But maybe I’m projecting a little.”

“...May I ask you a personal question?” Lola said softly, trying to catch Simone’s eye. “Lena doesn’t seem like the sort of person you’re used to hanging out with. I don’t think I’ve ever seen two people who were more different. I know you two are close now, but I can’t imagine how you two even crossed paths in the first place. God knows you come from totally different worlds.So...why’d you let her into your life?”

i remember it all too well // lola + simone

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helena-astor‌:

Lena at once felt comfortable with the other, and a sadness she wasn’t quite sure how to express. Lena knew that there were bits and pieces she didn’t know about Lola, and she never pushed that. They had a lifetime to talk about what troubled her and Lena didn’t mind waiting. 

It just never hit her so squarely that Lola hadn’t been happy. Gently Lena put her hand over Lola’s free hand before speaking. 

“Lola, no matter what happens, I want you to know that you deserve a happy life as well as a happy ending. Everyone does, but I’m sort of biased towards you. If I can ever help you, I will always be here.” 

Lena was slightly surprised at the kiss and the change of subject. Chuckling slightly, noticing the blush. 

“She’s always had an odd sense of humor, and to be fair that’s why most people think that she has no sense of humor. I swear I’m not lying.” She snorted at the mention of August. “Honestly you are probably a good distraction. If he’s answering you he’s probably at work.” 

“Stop it, you’re going to make me cry.”

She said it with a laugh and a small smile, mainly to hide that it was the truth. On instinct, Lola turned away from Lena, pretending that Lena might not have noticed her wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

At Lena’s adorable little snort, Lola smiled, her nose crinkling slightly.

“I seem to have annoyed my way into becoming his friend. Who’d have thought cannibalism jokes and random pictures of potatoes would be the way to do it? Then again, what else could I possibly base a friendship on.”

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augustgeiger‌:

August groaned softly, shaking his head. “You’re right, I can’t do anything too crazy. What a damn shame,” he shook his head and reached for the box of Lucky Charms - to comfort him upon the horrible realization of a clean bachelorette party.

“Guess I’ll make up for it when I have an orgy with all of your bridesmaids,” he joked… sort of. He definitely wouldn’t pass up that kind of opportunity, especially not now that he was in the wedding. “We can’t have a socialite wedding without a scandal, and I feel like I’ll have to take one for the team.”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” she said, tilting her head in faux-concern. “You, drawing attention to yourself, causing a scandal, and overall acting like an ass? You’re not an actor; Aug, don’t put so much strain on yourself.”

She stole the Lucky Charms back -- they’d now worked their way through about a quarter of the box.

“Just promise me you won’t have an orgy at the wedding. I think Lena’s leaning towards an outdoor ceremony, and I think you getting hit with an indecent exposure charge or twelve would sort of put a damper on the party.”

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        “Listen, I’m not gonna pressure you to tell her, ‘cause I don’t think me tryin’ to get you to do that would actually be any sort of productive. Just… if you get the desire to, give Lena a try,” she suggested gently. “After all, one of her closest friends has a, uh — well, let’s be honest, a shady past,” she added, one hand coming to rest on her chest as if to say me, I’m the friend, we all know this. “If she can accept that wholeheartedly, still be her beautiful, wonderful self without any reservations, I can assure you, she will always make you feel like you belong when you’re with her.”

        A wry smile tugged at her mouth, and Simone shrugged lightly. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure you’re the only one that thinks that. No one’s ever really accused me of being easy to talk to. Either way, I don’t care if you unload on me. If it’s cathartic, or helpful, or whatever, go nuts.”

“She really is wonderful, isn’t she?” Lola said softly, with a fond smile. “A regular Disney princess. Makes you wonder what the rest of us did to deserve her.”

She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, desperately trying to pretend the tears weren’t forming.

“Regardless, I’m glad to know you. I’m glad we’re friends. I don’t have many of those... probably not a surprise, but whatever. I’m trying to get used to the whole ‘socialite’ thing. I don’t know what I’m doing; it’s nice to know I’m not alone in that. No offense.”

i remember it all too well // lola + simone

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  As a child I mostly spoke 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 my head      I had conversations with the 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴,                                                   the ᴅᴏɢs,                                                            the dead

                 And they thought me  𝘣 𝘳 𝘰 𝘬 𝘦 𝘯,                         that my tongue was coated ʟᴇᴀᴅ

But I just couldn’t make 𝘮𝘺 words make sᴇɴsᴇ to them             If you only 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟 with your 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬… 

                                                               I can’t get 𝘐𝘕

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   Peel the 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 from off my back                        I don’t need them anymore

            You can throw them out 

               Or keep them in your 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘫𝘢𝘳𝘴

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I spent my 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴                Pulling sᴛᴀʀs out of the sky

      I’d 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 them on the lawn              Where I would lie

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   𝘚𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 don’t visit,             So I choke on sᴜɴ  And the days 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕣 into one

  And the backs of my eyes                   Hum with things I’ve never done

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✉: Noah ➳ Wrong #

NOAH: whatdo you mean yiou dont know me??jeong we wentr had dinenr wehat the fuck

LOLA: i'm not jeong, dude

LOLA: i'm just a lola

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Professor Marston and the Wonder Women (2017)

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augustgeiger‌:

“Ha-ha, you like me,” he teased her with a grin. It was honestly astonishing how quickly the two of them had grown to accept and even enjoy each other’s company. It wasn’t even out of obligation to Lena anymore - he just genuinely cared about Lola.

Even if she was annoying as hell sometimes.

“Are you allowed to know that? Aren’t bachelor parties supposed to be, ‘take it to your grave’ kinda things?” he asked rhetorically, mainly joking. “I didn’t really think about that, honestly. Having to plan it… maybe I’ll run it all past Eric, so I don’t end up scarring Lena for life.”

“Like is a strong word,” she said, but she was still smiling.

At his question, Lola shrugged idly.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I mean, I know the bride’s not supposed to know anything about the groom’s stag party, but... no groom. Besides, I’m pretty sure of Lena did anything that scandalous, she’d probably explode. She’s like if Giselle from Enchanted and Belle from Beauty and the Beast had a baby.”

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helena-astor‌:

Lena gave her a gentle smile at the statement. It was something that she fought with constantly, wanting to be everyone’s friend and realizing that it doesn’t work like that. She saw all the eyes and wanted so badly to be worthy of their attention, but she knew that it didn’t work like that. 

“I feel the same way, but lately I can honestly say I care about other’s opinion less than I thought I would,” Lena said turning to look at Lola. 

She thought a moment about her parents, and how they reacted. “Love, you are perfectly charming and I think they will adore you. They just are cautious, especially when it comes to me. You see, I’ve always been -” She thought about the word for a second. “ a bit of a hopeless romantic. It’s lead me into a lot of dark places. They just don’t realize this time I wasn’t in love with an idea or for the sake of another person.”

She paused for a moment thinking of all the times someone had worried about what her parents thought of them, and she couldn’t find a single case. Maybe one or two cared about it superficially, but none of them had tried as hard as Lola had. 

“I don’t know any clear advice for combating that other then staying. August liking you is going to calm them down and Eric promised me that he was going to talk to our father. He likes you - Eric is just awful at showing it.  Just continue being yourself, and I know they’ll love you in-spite of their best intentions.” She gave her a small smile. “Mother already laughs at your jokes I just don’t think you caught it. She puts her napkin up to her face to hide it.” 

Lola gave a gentle smile, reaching to run a hand through Lena’s hair. Physical acts of affection, even small ones like this, were somewhat rare for Lola to initiate.

“I know you’re a romantic, darling,” she said softly. “It’s part of why I fell in love with you. There’s only so long a girl can be cynical and stuck in the mud before she starts wanting to feel optimistic again. I really... I really wanted to be optimistic again. I wanted to believe in happy endings and good things happening to good people and all that. I just never could before you.”

She pressed a small kiss to Lena’s lips. When Lena said her mother laughed at her jokes, Lola blushed, rolling her eyes slightly as she let out a small laugh.

“Really? All my jokes are the unholy lovechild of dadaism and memes. I’m pretty sure 90% of what I’ve sent to August is pure nonsense. Of course, he does tend to get 2 AM Lola...”

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hunter-hearst‌:

“That’s quite the image there,” Hunter said, pondering this over. Eventually, curiosity got better of the cat and he turned his head all the way round, to get a better look at his conversational partner. She looked striking, for sure, but not someone Hunter had ever encountered in this scene (or any other). “Do you have a name, cryptid who lurks in dark corners? Or will that also be ascribed as lost to myth and legend?” 

“Mm, I’m going to say ‘lost to myth and legend.’ Seems sexier. But to make my dealings with humans easier, I go by Lola,” she said with a small smile. Her sense of humor was unwavering. “What about you? You look vaguely like some sort of immortal creature; not a vampire -- too passe.”