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Stella at Bel Air, Part 1 of 2
I'm at Bel Air Motel on Ocean Avenue in Wildwood Crest! ...In a bell-bottom pant suit!
Built in 1960, when the Chevrolet Bel Air was rolling off the assembly line, the Bel Air Motel became part of the Wildwood landscape, between Morning Glory and Buttercup Avenues. When I visited Bel Air in Wildwood Crest, we took too many photos to include in one post, so this will be the first of two posts. Bell-bottoms are in, so I am taking a fashion risk and continuing to wear my bright,…
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Build Me Up Buttercup | Ch. 3
And mess me around
Summary: Inappropriate thoughts. A not-so-chance encounter. A run in with street rabble. Something more?
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: allusions to female masturbation. Horny thots. Teasing. Bickering. (flirting). Drinking. Catcalling. Protective Joel. Calming breaths. A smooch?
“Hi there, Sweetheart”
You freeze, eyes boring into the table in front of you. You take a deep breath, mustering all the confidence you can before meeting his eyes.
“Miller. What do you want?” It comes off a bit forced.
“Oh, nothin’. Just heard my name and thought I’d pop over and say hi.”
“Oh! We were just discussing how you graded my essay without even looking at it,” you snark at him.
“Not quite what it sounded like, darlin’, but I’ll let it slide,” and he winks and saunters off.
Your friends are staring at you slack jawed.
“What?” you demand.
“I know you said he was hot but God. Damn,” Cooper says under their breath.
“He’s not that hot, and he’s a dick, so… fuck off.” Well that was a lie.
“You have to try to bang him,” Em pleads.
“Uh… absolutely not. That’s fucked up.”
It IS fucked up, but he really is hot.
And you really liked the sound of his voice in your ear.
And you really liked him calling you darlin’.
NOPE.
“So!” you say too loudly, “how are your classes going Em?”
And for the rest of the night, none of you mention Dr. Miller.
You certainly didn’t think about him in your bed last night. Your hand didn’t slip under the covers and into the waistband of your panties. And you absolutely did not come with a whisper of his name slipping past your lips.
So why is it so hard for you to look at him right now? You’re in his class, and he’s lecturing about… something. Some architectural style from some country or some time period and it really doesn’t fucking matter right now.
All you can focus on is how good he looks in his sportcoat and band t-shirt. You’re spacing out, staring at the way his shoulders stretch the fabric of his jacket while he jots something down on the board. The way his throat bobs as he swallows a sip of water. The way his jaw ticks when someone answers a question in a way he doesn’t fully agree with.
Finally, blessedly, the class is over. You decide to head to the bar to get a drink and try to clear your head a little.
You slide onto a barstool, flagging down the bartender and ordering a smoked old fashioned. You’re about halfway through your drink when someone sits down next to you.
“Hello, darlin’” It’s Dr. Miller. Again.
“Miller. How are you?”
He smirks at you, “I’m fine, but you seemed a little out of it in class today. And call me Joel, sweetheart.”
“I’m fine,” you lie through your teeth. “I’m surprised you noticed, considering you didn’t even know my name a few days ago.”
“Fair enough.”
You stare down into your drink, fiddling with the glass. You can’t think of anything else to say and this is really awkward. Dr. Miller… Joel... orders a whiskey, neat, and you roll your eyes.
“You would order it neat.”
“What’s that s’posed to mean?”
“You just seem like exactly the kind of asshole who would order a drink that hurts going down your throat.”
“Aren’t you drinking whiskey right now, darlin’?” Your eyes flick back down to your glass.
“It’s a smoked old fashioned. It actually tastes good, you should try it. Maybe you’ll enjoy something for once.”
“Point taken.” He calls the bartender back over. “Could you actually make that two ‘smoked old fashioneds’?” he asks, throwing a smirk in your direction. He slides a 20 on the bartop.
“You don’t need to buy my drinks, Miller.”
“Joel, please, we aren’t in class. And I didn’t read your paper, ’s the least I can do.”
“The least you could do, Joel, is give me the A I deserve.”
You and Joel debate the merits of your paper, the merits of neo-gothic architecture, and how much you hate 432 Park Avenue. At some point you order a pizza to split. It doesn’t feel like you’ve been talking all that long when the bartender hollers out the last call.
“Shit. Is it that late? I have an 8 am!” You had really not meant to stay at the bar this long.
“Let me walk you back to your apartment, ‘s late. Not safe.” Is he being nice to you?
“Oh, you don’t have to do all that, Joel. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.”
“I don’t mind, really,” and there’s not a hint of his usual snark. He’s actually being kind of… sweet. God. Ew. What is this? He’s still a dick. He just wants to feel like a big strong man, taking care of the weak little girl.
“If it’ll make you feel good about yourself,” you’re being rude, but you’re entirely too uncomfortable with the easy camaraderie you’ve felt with him since you started talking. Best to steer you both back into familiar assholery.
On the way back to your apartment, you walk in companionable silence. Nothing like the flowing conversation back at the bar, but not nearly as awkward as you’d expected it would be. Your shoulder brushes his as you walk and you resist the slightly tipsy urge to lace your fingers with his. It’s just the alcohol and the late hour. You’re not into him. Right?
Lost in your thoughts, you miss a step on the curb and nearly fall over, but Joel’s strong arms catch you around your shoulders and pull you to his chest.
“Careful there, darlin’,” he drawls, looking down at you. His face is so close his lips could brush yours easily. You lift your hands with the intention of pushing him away, but they rest on his chest instead. You meet his eyes and your breath catches in your throat.
After a beat too long, you step out of his grasp. “I’m fine! Just clumsy,” just tipsy and more into him than you want to admit.
“Sure, sweetheart,” Joel winks at you. Asshole. “I think I’m gonna hold on to you though. Just in case.” He takes your hand in his much much larger one, and you don’t protest.
You’re almost home when you see a group of guys approaching. “Hey momma! What are you doing with an old guy like that?” one of the guys yells out. “Come home with me and I’ll show you a real man!” His buddies bust out in a fit of laughter.
Joel stiffens and stops moving. He tugs you by the hand to the other side of his body, away from the boys heading your way, and tucks you into his side. His arm wraps around you protectively and his hand holds your hip in an iron grip, and he begins pulling you forward.
You stumble along with him, struggling to match his long strides while being pressed so hard against him.
“Oh don’t be like that, sweetheart! Come over here!” the main guy shouts.
Joel’s hand curls into a fist on your hip and you hear him take a deep shuddering breath. “Listen,” he growls out, voice lower than you’ve ever heard it before. “You wrap your arm around me and you drag me away from those little boys over there, or there’s gonna be a problem.”
“Joel-” you start, shuddering at the gravelly way he’s speaking.
“No! You move. Now.” Something in his voice, the way his brow is lowered, the way his shoulders are tight with tension, tells you to listen to him. You wrap your arm tight around his waist, gripping his flannel in your hand and pull him away, not letting go until you reach your apartment.
As soon as you get to your door, you untangle yourself from Joel’s arm and turn to face him. He’s got a far off look in his pitch dark eyes and his whole body is trembling with anger. You have never seen him look anything like this. It’s kind of scary, but also kind of hot.
“Joel?” He doesn’t acknowledge you, just keeps standing there with his hands balled into fists at his sides. You grab his face in your hands and force him to meet your eye. “Hey. Joel. Breathe, dude.” He tries to look away, but you don’t let him, keeping his eyes locked on yours. “Breathe with me, Joel.” You take deep calming breaths, waiting for him to match you.
The tension in his body finally melts away, so you move to drop your hands from his face, but he catches your wrists in his hands before you can. “I’m sorry,” he says sincerely, brow furrowed.
“Hey, no, it’s okay. It’s fine.” You’re not really sure what he’s sorry for. Protecting you? You rub soothing circles into his cheeks, feeling his rough stubble against the pads of your thumbs. His eyes drop from yours down to your lips and back up. He sighs and lets go of your wrists, but before he can move away, you slide your hands into his hair and surge forward to kiss him.
He’s shocked into stillness at first, not really meeting the kiss, but all at once he’s wrapping one arm around your back and burying his other hand in your hair, holding you flush to him.
Your lips move together perfectly, like all your bickering back and forth had given you an intuitive sense of each other’s rhythm. He slides his tongue along the seam of your lips and you groan, opening up for him. He tastes like whisky and something uniquely Joel and god you don’t ever want to stop kissing him.
The scratch of his beard on your face and his arms completely surrounding you and his earthy scent filling your nose and his tongue invading your mouth… it’s all completely overwhelming.
The world narrows to you and him, in this moment together.
And then, suddenly it’s all crashing back into focus. Joel pulls away from you completely, putting several feet between your bodies. “Fuck! I’m sorry,” Joel says again, before turning on his heel and walking away.
You stand in front of the door to your apartment, a little dazed and completely breathless, until you can’t see him anymore.
Asshole.
A/N: This one gave me the runaround a bit. I couldn't figure out how to push them past arguing (flirting), but I think I got there. To my dear friends, thanks for the help, I needed it.
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Revolution Grrl Style Now! A Black & Blues Playlist for Akasha O'Carroll
dropkick murphys - amazing grace // yelle - je veux te voir // the ting tings - that's not my name // half cocked - bad reputation // no doubt - just a girl // the runaways - cherry bomb // shonen knife - buttercup (i'm a super girl) // joan jett & the blackhearts - i love rock 'n roll // p!nk - u+ ur hand // madison avenue - don't call me baby // bikini kill - double dare ya // sleater-kinney - words and guitar // le tigre - hot topic // cibo matto - lint of love // rio romeo - soft bitch // caroline konstnar, house plant band - the worlds dumbest puppet show // josie and the pussycats - spin around // luna chicks - jerk of all trades // cheap perfume - slut game strong
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@sensationals
she is SHAKING.
she doesn't know who told her. just information digested before she could understand it. didn't know if it said i got beat up for your dad or ben got beat up for your dad or some other wild variation. only that SOMEONE is looking for the professor , and they're fucking stupid enough to try violence.
the east coast doesn't get it. why the fuck would they ? the powerpuff girls are some halfway distant ideal , heroes this side of the public rarely interacts with because they do their goddamn jobs. their villains don't become GLOBAL threats , so no one has to fucking think about them if they don't want to. on this side of the country , her dad is the famous one — the biochemist who created life. complex , multicellular , powerful life. and even that is only really popular in the nerdy circles. most people know who he is the way people know who alexander graham bell is.
they certainly don't go through secret , undercover avenues and beat people up to get ahold of him. definitely don't beat up heroes to get his attention.
what the fuck happened ?
she didn't bother to get more information over text. there wasn't a linear thought in her brain for that. she's HERE in fucking new york less than a minute after getting that text — cellphone destroyed by the speed , hair wild , eyes glowing.
ben looks like shit.
buttercup's jaw clicks.
someone is going to die.
“ talk , ” she orders. ben knows her too goddamn well to ask for clarification she hopes. she doesn't think she can hold herself together for that. the SMART thing to do would be to smoke out the fucker. gather intelligence quietly and prepare. what she wants to do is tear the entire city apart shithole by shithole until whoever is targeting her father knows she's coming for them. knows they can't save themselves.
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song prompt list!
for romantic relationships
use these however you please! whether that be writing or creating a playlist:)
(song - artist)
hopeless/devoted
ocean avenue - yellowcard
there is - box car racer
are you gonna be my girl - jet
she’s out of her mind - blink-182
can’t help falling in love - elvis presley
vienna - billy joel
tear in my heart - twenty one pilots
come and get your love - redbone
ribs - lorde
i’m a believer - smash mouth
wherever you will go - the calling
my alien - simple plan
meet you there - simple plan
the rock show - blink-182
when your heart stops beating - +44
truly madly deeply - savage garden
cupid’s chokehold/breakfast in america - gym class heros
unrequited/complicated
should i stay or should i go? - the clash
dammit - blink182
complicated - avril lavigne
self esteem - the offspring
r u mine? - arctic monkeys
lover, you should’ve come over- jeff buckley
vampire empire - big thief
wasted summers - juju<3
you give love a bad name - bon jovi
roxanne - the police
fix you - coldplay
build me up buttercup - the foundations
i miss you - blink-182
stay together for the kids - blink-182
heartbreak hotel - elvis presley
jessie’s girl - rick springfield
what was i made for? - billie eilish
obsessive/delusional
every breath you take - the police
meant to be yours - heathers musical
paparazzi - lady gaga
do i wanna know? - arctic monkeys
are we still friends? - tyler, the creator
lovefool - the cardigans
maria - justin bieber
step on me - the cardigans
pacify her - melanie martinez
my strange addiction - billie eilish
national anthem - lana del rey
obsessed - olivia rodrigo
the red means i love you - madds buckley
tear you apart - she wants revenge
puppet - tyler, the creator
sexual/carnal
espresso - sabrina carpenter
crazy in love - beyoncé, jay-z
call out my name - the weeknd
rock your body - justin timberlake
sexy drug - falling in reverse
on my own - darci
runway walk - demrick
thong song - sisqo
goodies - ciara, petey pablo
california gurls - katy perry, snoop dogg
take my breath away - berlin
stacy’s mom - fountains of wayne
scotty doesn’t know - lustra
after last night - multiple artists
closer - nine inch nails
if u think i’m pretty - artemas
doin’ time - lana del rey
yearning/nostalgia
summer of ‘69 - bryan adams
happy together - the turtles
505 - arctic monkeys
lost in the woods - jonathan groff
end of beginning - djo
my girl - the temptations
please, please, please, let me get what i want - the smiths
good luck, babe! - chappell roan
need 2 - pinegrove
somethin’ stupid - frank & nancy sinatra
chasing cars - snow patrol
how to save a life - the fray
linger - the cranberries
so real - jeff buckley
slipping through my fingering - abba
race - alex g
no surprises - radiohead
love me - elvis presley
abusive/toxic
bad habit - steve lacy
nonsense - sabrina carpenter
please please please - sabrina carpenter
wake me up when september ends - green day
love the way you lie - eminem, rhianna
favourite crime - olivia rodrigo
drivers license - olivia rodrigo
set fire to the rain - adele
toxic - britney spears
don’t blame me - taylor swift
play date - melanie martinez
moral of the story - ashe
bad romance - lady gaga
jealousy, jealousy - olivia rodrigo
kill bill - sza
deja vu - olivia rodrigo
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( zuri reed , twenty8 , cis woman , she/her ) ⎮ would ya look who it is , haliyah moore in the flesh ! dude , i heard they were a dj for kiss 89.5 at that place across town . yeah , no , they’re the one that’s really gutsy and warm-hearted but my buddy said they’re super uncompromising and a bit excessive too . i wonder what they’re doing over here though ? c'mon let’s go back to my place and i can show you their myspace profile , it autoplays this must be the place (naive melody) by talking heads when it boots up , it’s great . ⎮
full name: haliyah corinne moore nicknames: hali, yaya birthday: august 16th (28 years old, leo) hometown: columbus, ohio gender and sexuality: cis, bisexual woman education: bachelor's in communications from nyu occupation: radio dj for kiss 89.5 pets: moose (shih tzu mix rescue, 3 years old) favorite hobbies: autumn roadtrips to watch drive-in movie double features, keeping up with her favorite soap operas daily, playing dungeons & dragons, volunteering at the public library to spread wholesome chaos, reading tea leaves and tarot cards, sliding on her socks on hardwood floors
about
haliyah moore (hali to her loved ones) grew up in the suburbs of columbus, ohio wishing she was in new york city. like most little kids, she dreamed of wearing a feather boa down fifth avenue in defiance of the fashion elite and living in a park-view apartment with her best friend where they could complain about the horror of modern dating. what do you mean, that wasn’t most little kids? alright, it wouldn’t exactly be the last time hali wasn’t like most kids.
with dreams of new york like hali’s, columbus was a small pond in comparison. she was the free spirit, the dreamer, the rebel; the kind of person who got bored of following the rules and started playing by her own rules instead. her mothers were both biologists who studied at nyu and hali’s twin sister was the future valedictorian, so it only made sense that hali took a hard left into the absurd. she was the court jester of her high school’s theatre department, speech & debate team, and its worst garage grunge band (not to mention the band’s guitarist).
when hali and her sister graduated, her sister had a full-ride scholarship and a summer internship lined up, and hali had a buttercup yellow 1970 convertible beetle and a dream. that dream: spend the three months she had until new york road-tripping through the continental us. every corner, every nook and cranny, haliyah wanted to explore it. bars she had to sneak into, tires she had to change on the side of the freeway in the middle of nowhere, the tears she cried when she broke her arm in texas and realized she was on her own; she cherished every moment.
by the time hali finally reached new york, even with the most summer behind her, it was clear that this was still the beginning of something new and terrifying and enchanting. and she was positively enchanted by new york. nyu and a whole host of student loans took her in with open arms. it quickly introduced her to improv comedy, late-night college public radio, jungle juice, and college boys, and the rest was history. her senior year heralded in her first real adult relationship and her most important decision to date: accepting an internship at a dinky little radio station in brooklyn.
six years later, she’s only had to hop between three stations, most recently landing at kiss 89.5 in columbus circle. it’s been three years at the station and she’s finally got a decent timeslot, but she’s never stopped dreaming of being the dj on all the billboards; the one everyone tunes in for rather than just her die-hard fans and the mildly interested listeners who didn’t really care whose voice they heard. something inside her keeps on believing that if she could just get the rest of her life together, she could really have it all someday.
for now, awful blind dates, drunken trips to see her local bodega cat at two in the morning, and the constant search for a new manicurist after spilling too many of her secrets again will just have to do.
connection ideas
the neighbor next door she borrows sugar from and almost certainly has a crush on
the ride or die bestie who keeps her sane in the city and knows her coffee order by heart (and vice versa)
the listener who doesn't realize hali is the voice coming out of their radio
the bartender who has seen her at her most and least charming
the found family that makes her feel whole and seen in the chaos of the city
the meet-cute she keeps running into and having three quarters of a rom-com interaction with
the blast from the past that knew her in ohio
the college sweetheart - or maybe just roommate? - from nyu (she attended between '93 and '97)
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Gonna try as be as concise with this post as I can, since I’m sure you guys know by now that I… can talk way too much about the PPG. 🤣 I had heard about the Powerpuff Girls live action leaked script, but I never took the time to read it for myself. People sent me screencaps of different sections and gave me a summary of what happened, but from all of that, I thought it didn’t sound very good, so I didn’t want to assault my senses with the full thing. A few days ago, the PDF of the script popped up on Tumblr for me as a recommended post, so I thought I should take a deep breath and finally take the plunge.
I’m surprised to report that after FINALLY reading it… I didn’t entirely hate it. Is the writing bad? Yes. Are there way too many pop culture jokes? Yes. Do they make the mistake of giving all the girls ice powers when it’s pretty established canon that Blossom’s the only one with that? YES, and that’s really aggravating. You get glimmers that the writers have seen the show, and kind of get the characters, but only to a certain point that borders on superficial.
However, there’re a lot of cool ideas in the script. I kept reading it thinking, “Ohhh, that’s a cool idea, but I wish they did it [insert different way here].” I even went, “Awww!” at a couple points. Yes. I was weirded out. I liked some of the character interpretations (I’m like 75% on board with Blossom’s character, liked Buttercup and Bubbles’ sisterly chemistry, strangely love the weird take of crazy stardom obsessed Bubbles 😂 and her relationship with the Prof, among many other things!), but I was super thrown off by the pointless (and honestly, unfunny and baffling) “adult” humor and pop culture jokes. Those made NO sense. Like Craig McCracken has said in the past, you don’t mix the girls in with whatever’s like hot or trendy, they’re supposed to be evergreen. Despite this type of humor sucking, it makes me sad to hear that the network interpreted the fans’ response as hating any humor, and are changing it to go into a “serious” direction. I think all it needs is some good original humor not so dependent on references to things (maybe even a healthy dose of puns). PPG usually has a good mix of serious fighting and goofy hijinks, and you could totally do that with a live action series. The characters are fun and funny and it would be fun to keep them that way, just… creatively!
There’s also some OOCness that’s just unforgivable. Of course, you need these characters to have flaws that they’ll overcome throughout the run of the show, but some of the additions were weird, like they didn’t track for who some of the characters are at their core. There was one that I thought was interesting but had lousy execution, and that was the Professor being a greedy stage dad kind of character. It made me sad, but the idea of our usually sweet Professor being secretly evil or doing some shady things on the side WAS kind of intriguing. If they were gonna do that, I would have made it a slow build up to like a season finale, like, “…wait, the good dad licensed his kids out of the money instead of for the good of the town?! Evil all along?!” or something like that. Maybe he was forced into it and went against his own moral code. Could it even have been an avenue to introduce Him? Was he puppeteering the Prof all along?! I dunno. But the way they wrote the Prof how they did just made it seem like they had no clue what they were doing, or who his character is even at a basic level.
I think a lot of the ideas presented (childhood stardom, the struggles of adulthood, privacy, the real world repercussions of fighting, mental health, etc.) are really super intriguing, and my mind is like REELING with a lot of potential that seems wasted and lost. The girls have established personality flaws that they could really build off more from (Blossom with perfectionism and pride, Buttercup with anger and jealousy, Bubbles with sensitivity and naïveté) and in a more meaningful way. Same with the villains, like… some of them are more complex than a casual viewer would think, and it would be cool to see that complexity fleshed out even more.
One thing I would really want them to do is to try to, like… distance the show as much as possible from the original canon cartoon. PPGZ is a good example of successfully creating a PPG-esque show for a specific market and demographic that keeps the spirit of the original show and the general designs while making it CLEAR that it’s its own thing. After what happened with PPG 2016, it might have made fans skittish that this live-action show is meant to somehow “fix” things, or continue the cartoon’s official storyline. It shouldn’t. This needs to be, like, more clearly an alternate universe. Don’t even have the cartoon in it as a gag (I’d say the least I’d put in are the cartoon designs of the girls as like… in-world merch mascots or something, and even then I’m hesitant). If you look at this show as a separate entity that’s only based off the original characters, it might feel a little more palatable. …maybe. 😆
Anyway, I could write SO much more, but that’s… my general take on it. Not great, but not as much of a dumpster fire as I was expecting. I dunno if I’m confident that they’ve been making any meaningful changes to the script. Realistically, at the end of the day, they’re probably viewing it as a way to push merch and make money rather than setting out to do a live action PPG series justice. That’s okay. It is what it is. If they DO want to make it good though, I think at the very least it just needs more thought put into it and to be scrubbed clean of all those garbage pop culture jokes. We’ll see what happens though, but I did at least detect some potential hiding in there. Now if it builds on the potential… that remains to be seen. 🙃
#ppg cw#sorry I’m late with my Deep Thoughts on this one#also omg#SO SURPRISED that I like the character of Jojo as much as I did lol I seriously thought he’d be ruined#not even close to perfect but there’s Potential™️#not feeling the dad and son thing but also NOT not feeling it… I have very complicated feelings about it haha#i could write a whole thing about how to properly incorporate mojo into the show but… I feel like it’d be wasted effort anyway so idk#ALSO I will say they should tone down the cringe sex stuff but I AM intrigued by some of the romance aspects#it’s much less cringe since they’re adults here so I was happy that I wasn’t TOO much like… blech… but there were moments#buttercup and bubbles stop being so honry PLEASE 😑
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Now when you sum it up like this, it makes sense. Thank you for your services to humanity
NO PROBLEM!!!!! We’re about to go into the nixonverse next!!!! So BUCKLE UP BUTTERCUP!!!!!!!!
The nixonverse is basically. Richard Nixon survived the whole, Alcatraz cell splitting thing. And has ascended into a higher state of being cause of it. Effectively making him a god
With his new god hood he makes three superhero. The Dday knight, the last son and the lunarian queen.
I will again be cutting out smaller pieces but:
Basically when the Vietnam war came, America used the last son as an experiment. Putting a lunarian alien eye where his missing one would be and brainwashing him to become Jesus. To help America basically conquer everywhere
After this. The last son became so distressed he went to the ocean and made a house/ became a house cause he can like- shapeshift.
The lunarian queen then also basically kidnaps him after he refuses her offer of “prophecy” and turns him into the crescent king. A giant entity that slowly destroys all human language over time.
In an attempt to make the last son snap out of it the d day knight drops Alice Avenue. Who was basically The last sons girlfriend and- it didn’t work.
In his grief the dday knight goes mad. And when the lunarian queen comes by to try and convince him to join their kingdom, he turns them down and destroys them.
The crescent king is seen sobbing and weeping. And soon looks up at the sky suspecting to become the next horned serpant that destroyed nixons original universe
To stop this. Nixon is like “nah” and renders all of that reality into fiction. Making one of the main witnesses to all of these horrific moments the artist behind it. Who is Ed Dwight.
The next part of the story I’m still trying to understand- it’s called the trinity desk experiment. As well as the Youniverse. The youniverse has discussions of like the crescent king but idk how involved he actually is in this case. I’m gonna look into it more
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Okay so I just started a fresh one because my brain hurt with the long list of people on the tag thread, woo! (I'm old)
Thanks for the tag, @aurathian !
Tag 9 people you want to know better!
3 ships: Zelink (all-time fave), Obi-Wan and the Dutchess (forbidden love😍), Wesley and Buttercup (because swashbuckling)
1st ever ship: Anne Shirley and Gilbert Blythe 😍
Last song: "Carolina" by Taylor Swift
Last movie: "A Muppet Family Christmas" c. 1987 (a bootleg version on YouTube😆)
Currently reading: "Crucial Conversations: Tools for Talking when the Stakes are High"
Currently watching: "Avenue 5" and "Pepsi, Where's my Jet?"
Currently consuming: Keto Triple Chocolate Ice Cream
Currently Craving: Oreo/whipped layered dessert
I'll tag: @aheavenscorner @hyperphonic @softpromise @truffeart @zeldaseyebrows @zeldaelmo @pumpkinsouppe @jimmyjims
No pressure at all! This was fun!
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An Introduction
A new legacy means new rules. Harry is our founder and his family is going to be trait-based. Have you figured out which trait by their name? You were thinking good right? I know you were. Congratulations you are correct!!! The Serenity family heirs must have the good trait like founder Harrison. But don't worry we have backups just in case the random trait generator is mean and doesn't give it to a child. (And so I don't end up with too many legacies too quickly) If no children receive the good trait a male heir will suffice BUT any child (male or female) who roles evil is automatically disqualified from being the heir. That would just not flow with the serene environment we are trying to create here. Gawrsh that's a big block of text let's get to the good stuff. Aka pictures! Harrison and his husband Neil have moved to Oasis Springs.
Sienna Starter by FOLLYFOOT It's not much to look at but it's a start. The Foxes didn't have much money to spare for it. (I take the money out of the original families funds when starting an off-shoot legacy to add a sense of realism.) When I loaded the game they were both starving so they decided to have a breakfast date at the new restaurant I just downloaded.
As long as they hit gold on this they should complete Harrison's soulmate aspiration.
Bryce's Beach Diner by lionpaws Wait what kind of fashion code is that?!
Surely that's against some sort of health code? Right? Eh, whatever. He's cute (I'd literally just added him to the townies) so we'll let it slide. Besides they have ice cream!!
I love how excited they are, they are just too cute for words. Before they headed home they finished their date (and Harry's aspiration) with a bang!
Speaking of bangs...
Was that in poor taste? Or just a really bad segue? Maybe a little bit of both? Oh well, suck it up buttercups because these two can't keep their hands...
or eyes...
off one another. Besides their constant need to woohoo, the Serenities tend to lead quiet lives. Neil is usually programming for his tech guru aspiration and since there is no tv Harry has to entertain himself with good ol' fashioned books.
There's always the occasional visitor as well.
Of course, their first visitor was Greyson, that man's everywhere. I don't think I mentioned it but Harry works in the charity organizer part of the political career. I thought that worked best with his personality. So he constantly has to guilt trip people into promoting his cause. So even something as fun as the GeekCon has a work element.
Excuse me I need to get this.. Go for Harry.
No way he what?! I seriously love these random phone calls from family members. Though they almost always talk about Not so Berry's Goose. Once Harry filled his donation quota he headed to the Gaming challenge.
Where he failed horribly! I bet Neil would have done well, but sadly he was at work and they can't afford to miss any work right now. Being the social butterfly he is Harry gets invites out on the town regularly and he and Neil took Wilma Beri up on her offer to head out one night. She literally invited like 12 people it was ridiculous!
Old Brick Avenue by wicked_smith_24 I love this lot! It could be a bar a karaoke joint a cafe, whatever you wanted to label it as. Definitely recommend it.
That's about it for this part. Except for a little convo the boys had...
Harry: So babe, I have been thinking. We need more money and my career, although noble, doesn't really bring in the bucks. If we wanna get this family started we need something more. Neil: ok... What did you have in mind hon? Harrison: A restaurant! Neil: A restaurant? Did I hear you correctly? Harrison: Yeah. There are almost no places to eat in this town... especially for vegetarians... so I was thinking we could change that. Neil: *shakes head and lightly chuckles* That's why I love you, always want to help people even if it's just giving them access to the perfect restaurant. But how are we going to pay for it? We barely make enough to pay the bills as is, we are living on our bonuses from promotions. Harry: A loan. Neil: We just started out and now you want to take out a loan?... Why do I feel like you already have this planned out? Harry: Yeah, you know me too well. I've already been to the bank and they've agreed to back us for 30,000 simoleons to get us started. For every week it's not paid off 1,000 is added in interest...... I know it's not a great deal... Neil: But you really wanna do this? Harry: .... Yeah... It'll be our legacy! Neil: Screw it, call the bank, tell them they have a deal. I can't say no to your enthusiasm, no wonder you're so good at your job. So yeah, that's my plan with Serenity. They are going to build a restaurant and hopefully not flop (I've never tried running one in game yet). I'll be deducting simoleons via the money cheat when they can afford to lose some. And we will be monitoring their debt here: Current Debt: 30,000 Part 02 Read the full article
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Stella & The Edsel, Part 4: Caribbean
The Caribbean Motel is one of the Googiest Doo Wop sites in town! It’s also right across the street from Bel Air, where I just was, so it’s the most sensible place to choose as my next destination in the Edsel. These photos were taken on Allan Sherman Day: May 23rd, 1968. (…Or, was that 2024?) I situated the car at the perfect angle to show it off among the palm trees. Behind the car is…
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Build Me Up Buttercup | Ch. 5
You never call, baby, when you say you will
Summary: A party. A rescue. A conversation.
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: Frat parties come with their own warning. Frat boy getting handsy. Mentions of death. Grief. Angst. Reader is dumb. Joel being vulnerable as hell.
A/N: I struggled really hard with this chapter. I'm still not sure if I love it, but it tells the story I wanted to tell. This will be the second to last chapter, I think. Thanks for reading babies, I love you all! Also I'm aware it's the middle of the night, but if I don't post this rn I'll delete it lmao.
Frat parties are objectively the worst place to be on a Friday night. There’s loud, shitty music being blasted over a stereo system some asshole’s dad bought for them. There’s about 100 people crammed into a space made to house three or four at the most. And there’s the douchebag pressed into your side, yelling in your ear about football or something.
Em and Coop convinced you to go out after you filled them in on the Professor Joel tea. Coop told you she thought it seemed too good to be true. Em suggested the frat party, and subsequently a frat boy, as a way to get him off your mind. Neither one of them were anywhere to be found now. They weren’t usually ones to ditch you, so you assume they really wanted you to go home with someone tonight.
“Are you even listening to me?” the aforementioned douche yells in your ear. He’s tall and broad and you may have even found him attractive once upon a time. He’s not really your type anymore.
“No. Not really,” you yell back over the music. He moves in closer to you, crowding you against the wall.
“That’s alright baby, we don’t have to talk,” and he crashes his mouth into yours. You push against his chest, trying to get him away from you, but he doesn’t budge. His hand slips under your tank top and you drop your shoulder into him and shove him away from you.
“Fuck you, dude!” you scream at him, getting stares from several people near you. You storm out of the room, hearing him call out “Fucking bitch!” at your back.
The sea of drunk people grinding on each other makes the door hard to reach, and you can feel panic clawing at your throat as you shove through the crowd. Tears well up in your eyes, making it hard to see, and you’re so overwhelmed by the noise and the people all around you that you can’t catch your breath.
Finally, you make it to the door and burst outside as a sob rips from your throat. The smokers on the porch eye you warily, but no one bothers you as you make your way to the side of the house. You lean against the siding and drop to the ground, pulling out your phone.
You have a couple messages in your group chat, a “happy hunting ;)” from Coop and a “wrap it before you tap it,” from Em. They’re idiots, but you love them. You take a deep breath and pull up your contacts, searching for Joel’s name.
The phone rings for a long time before he picks up and gives you a sleepy, “Hello?” You can’t bring yourself to say anything for a long time, just breathing into the phone. “Hey, are you okay?” he asks, seeming more awake now, worry creeping into his voice. You start fully sobbing now, not just about the frat boy but about everything.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
“Can- can you come get me?” you whimper, ashamed that you need him right now.
“Of course, darlin’. Where are you?”
“Farmer Avenue. It’s a frat party.”
“I know it. Be there in 5, baby. Do you need me to stay on the phone with you?”
“No, it’s okay, J- Joel. Thank you.”
“Sure thing, sweetheart.”
You hang up the phone and shoot the girls a message telling them you’re heading home with someone and you’ll fill them in tomorrow, promising you only had one drink and you’re fine.
A big white truck pulls up to the curb and you scramble off the ground, half jogging to the truck and yanking the door open. Joel stares down at you from the driver’s seat, and you suddenly remember you’re supposed to be mad at him. Kind of hard to be pissed when he’s saving your ass like a knight in shining armor… white steed and all.
“Hi… thanks for the rescue,” you mumble as you pull yourself up into the passenger seat.
“Anytime, sweetheart, put your seatbelt on,” Joel says gently.
You put it on and look out the window, feeling like the biggest idiot in the world for having to call him.
“Can I ask what you were doing at a frat party, darlin’?” And that makes it a thousand times worse.
“No,” it’s none of his fucking business what you do in your free time.
Joel sighs and rolls his eyes, “My place okay?”
“Won’t your wife be pissed?” you snap at him, shooting him a glare. He doesn’t respond, but you see his hand tighten on the wheel.
“Doubt it.”
You’re both silent for the rest of the short drive.
Joel pulls into the driveway of a small, one story brick house and is out of the truck and in the door before you can even get your seatbelt off. You make your way inside and find yourself in the living room. There’s a couch separating the entryway from the rest of the room and bookshelves on either side of a TV on the far wall. There aren’t a lot of decorations and, honestly, the place looks like a bachelor pad. Joel appears from the hallway with a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants in his hand.
“I’ll take the couch. You can have my bed. Bathroom is on the left, bedroom’s on the right. It’s the only one. You can’t miss it,” Joel snarks.
“Okay. Thank you,” you squeak, a blush rising to your cheeks. If there’s only one room, he probably doesn’t have a kid living here. Maybe he got divorced? But then why would he have a picture of his ex-wife on his desk? “Actually, Joel…” you trail off, trying to find the courage to ask him what you need to ask him. “Can we talk?”
“It’s late. You’ve been drinking-”
“No! I only had one drink, like 2 hours ago. Please, Joel.” You won’t be able to sleep until you talk to him. Anxiety and dread will keep you up for the rest of the night, going over every possibility.
Joel heaves a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers, “Go change, I’ll make you some tea.”
You walk over and take the clothing from him, staring up into his face for a moment. He looks tired and sad, a deep crease between his brows and a look in his eyes you haven’t seen before. Joel turns and heads to the kitchen. You shake your head and go find the bathroom to change.
A few minutes later, you sit at Joel’s kitchen table as he pulls the kettle off the stove and pours boiling water into two mugs. He sets your tea in front of you and sits at the table across from you. It’s a small table. The whole house is small. 3 people wouldn’t live here.
“So. Who are the woman and kid in that picture, Joel? I need to know,” you ask the question that’s been on your mind for two full days. You dread the answer.
“My wife Ashley and my daughter Sarah.” You meet his eyes. It’s exactly the answer you expected, but you had hoped it wasn’t true.
“So I am your side piece. You really thought I’d be okay with that Joel? What the fuck is wrong with you?” All your anger comes rushing back to the surface.
“They’re dead.”
Oh. Oh shit. “Fuck.”
Joel looks down at his mug, twirling it in his fingers.
“I’m so sorry, Joel, fuck.” You are so fucking stupid.
“Don’t.” He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “ Don’t apologize. No way you coulda known, darlin’”
He doesn’t sound angry with you. Just sad. So fucking sad. His shoulders are hunched in and his whole face is pinched and his breaths are coming out shaky. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything. You stand up from the table and warily make your way over to him. You settle a hand on his shoulder and he immediately turns and buries his face in your stomach, wrapping his arms around you. You slide your arms around his head and hold him close, savoring the feeling of him pressed against you.
He takes a few more shaky breaths. “It was a car accident. 20 years ago… I- I was driving,” he whispers into your (his) shirt. You drop a kiss to the top of his head.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Joel,” you breathe into his hair.
He squeezes you hard, then pulls back and peers up at you, eyes watery. “It was a long time ago. Sorry I didn’t tell you before.”
“I’m sorry I just ran out on you. And didn’t call. And skipped class today. Fuck Joel, I’m such an asshole.” Joel stands up and kisses you on the forehead.
“We can talk more tomorrow, if you want. It’s late, let’s go to bed darlin’.” He grabs your hand and pulls you to his bedroom. There’s a large bed in the center of the room, a nightstand on the right side but not the left, and a dresser under the window. Again, the evidence that he lives alone is all but screaming in your face.
You stand in the doorway as he strips off his jeans and tosses them into the corner of the room. He pads over to the bed and crawls under the covers, laying on his side facing you. “You comin’?” He looks at you with wide puppy-dog eyes.
Your mouth quirks into a one-sided grin. He looks adorable right now. Nothing like the hardened asshole you thought you knew. You walk around to the other side of the bed and slip under the covers with him. You press your chest against his back and throw your arm around him, nestling your face into the crook of his neck. You press little kisses against his clothed shoulder and squeeze him as tight as you can.
“Goodnight, Joel.”
“Night, Darlin’.”
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Gone For Gouda by Korina Moss
5/5
This post is for Fan entertainment, I’m not being paid.
Ok this is a really good mystery.
Its Fall time in Yarrow Glen and Willa, the owner of Curds & Whey, is setting up for a celebrity meet and greet with reality TV star Phoebe Waston to help promote her shop.
When Willa meets Phoebe and her dog Buttercup and assistant Thomas. Phobe came across as annoying to me, and her publisher sent over recipes and Willa got the ingredients only Phoebe keeps throwing wrenches in this meet and greet.
Phoebe is a vegan chef, so she makes some crazy demands and she even get one of Willa’s workers to look after her dog while she works with Willa to get everything in order for the meet & greet.
Skipping ahead Phoebe is found dead after some scandalous photos of her eating meat surface and now people are wanting refunds and Willa wants answers. Because one of the last people to see Phoebe alive was one of her (Willa’s) employees.
Now this book was really good, Willa is really getting good at sleuthing, and she is exhausting all avenues of suspicion. I did like how Willa would team up with others and try to find the truth. I was surprised that so many people knew Phoebe and how many people would want to see Phoebe suffer.
Reading this story Phoebe was a horrible person with how she treats the people around her so poorly. Now one of the suspects that Willa was considering was seeing one of Willa’s friends and Willa was trying to get them to ask her questions about Phoebe, which made him very upset and didn’t want to help Willa with this investigation.
I wasn’t sure if the cheese shop mysteries were going to be something I liked or what I would normally go for but reading the second book I am hooked on this series and I am looking forward to getting.
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I was going to go on an tangent about this wrt buttercup petals and light reflection but I decided against it because at the end of the day if paddington wants to live a live free of haters I think he should pursue every avenue available to him. peace and love
mr paddingtonbear you know I love and respect you but this doesn’t really make any sense
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Avenue 5? :)
Thank you dear!
Favorite character: Ryan
Second favorite character: Billie :’)
Least favorite character: Spike, hate him lol I also don’t care much about Mia and Doug
The character I’m most like: Matt and Ryan... I’m a mess, I have no idea what’s going on, but I do wanna help lol
Favorite pairing: I don’t know if anyone else ships it, but Judd and Matt kjfhdfg in a very platonic way cause Judd is ace :D
Least favorite pairing: Karen and Ryan... I just don’t get it! dkfjhgf
Favorite moment: Ryan’s high pitched screams in the last episode ksfjhgsfg Everytime he loses it tbh
Rating out of 10: Again, I will give everything I love a 10 lol
Send me a series
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Saint Greer Islands
Azalea Island Foxglove Bay: 25 x 30 1 Banyan’s End: 25 x 40 2 Banyan’s End: 30 x 40 Lupin Beach: 40 x 40
Snapdragon Run: 25 x 25 Oak Point: 25 x 25
Buttercup Orchard: 40 x 30
Elm Place: 33 x 30
1 Hazel Road: 15 x 25 2 Hazel Road: 20 x 25
1 Iris Avenue: 15x20 2 Iris Avenue: 20x20 3 Iris Avenue: 30x20 4 Iris Avenue: 35x20
1 Jasmine Court: 20x30 2 Jasmine Court: 30x30 3 Jasmine Court: 20 x 25 4 Jasmine Court: 30 x 25
1 Azalea Park: 50 x 43 2 Azalea Park: 30 x 43
1 Lilac Avenue: 30x20 2 Lilac Avenue: 30x30 3 Lilac Avenue: 30x30 4 Lilac Avenue: 30x20
1 Cedar Terrace: 30x30 2 Cedar Terrace: 25x30
1 Honeysuckle Row: 20x25 2 Honeysuckle Row: 25x25 3 Honeysuckle Row: 20x25
1 Plum Drive: 2 Plum Drive: 25x20 3 Plum Drive: 25x30
1 Snowdrop Passage: Oliphant Cafe and Studio By @littlemisstery (Pic Here) Bluedrop House ? By @asexualsims 2 Snowdrop Passage: Green Drop House By @asexualsims 3 Snowdrop Passage: Blue Redrop House By @asexualsims
1 Peony Street: The Oak House By @littlemisstery (Pic Here) Water Home? By @asexualsims 2 Peony Street: Misthaven Home By @thewinterflakesim 3 Peony Street: Slerras House By @my-special-sim 4 Peony Street: Little Flower Shop By @littlemisstery 6 Peony Street: Jaspers House By @my-special-sim
1 Magnolia Parade: Minty HouseBy @littlemisstery (Pic Here) California Rustic By @asexualsims 2 Magnolia Parade: Peachy Delight By @littlemisstery (Pic Here) Shingle Style By @asexualsims 3 Magnolia Parade: Sunkissed Hideout By @littlemisstery (Pic Here) Beach House By @asexualsims
IIex Lighthouse: Sun Sea Lighthouse By @my-special-sim IIex Bay: Sun Sea Bay By @my-special-sim
IIex Lighthouse: Saint Greer Nautical Museum By @littlemisstery (Pic Here) IIex Bay: Forgotten Shore By @littlemisstery (Pic Here)
Chestnut Bay: The Old Fishing Boat ?By @littlemisstery (Pic Here) —
Holiday Colonial - 2 Lilac Avenue By @asexualsims
Saint Greer Central Park (Festival Grounds)? by @asexualsims
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Violet Island 2 The Wharf: The Waterfront By @amphoraesims Art Studio By @asexualsims 1 Rose Garden: Community College/University By @gruesim
1 Sunflower Garden: Lirael’s Trailer By @simplyimaginarypeople (Image Here) 2 Sunflower Garden: Misty’s Trailer By @laurenisasimmer 3 Sunflower Garden: Blue Dutch By @littlemisstery (Image Here) Purple Caravan By @rubyred-sims & @simplyimaginarypeople (NO Image) 4 Sunflower Garden: Starter Dutch By @littlemisstery (Image Here) 5 Sunflower Garden: 6 Sunflower Garden: Community Garden By @littlemisstery (Image Here)
1 Willow Stroll: Grey Willow Maisons by @littlefrenchsims 2 Willow Stroll: Willow Apartments By @littlemisstery (Pic Here) 3 Willow Stroll: Three Townhouses By @littlemisstery (Pic Here)
Bluebell Park ( To be used has a lot for different things): Little Hill Pumpkin Patch By @pixelatedmuffis Harrison Christmas Tree Farm By @pottery-sims Falling Leaves Wedding Venue By @thesimperiuscurse Bluebell Park By @littlemisstery (Image Here & deco ferris wheel)
Willow Park: Paravel Park By @amphoraesims Willows Church By @asexualsims Willow Park (Big Park) By @littlemisstery (Pic Here)
1 Clover Creek: Luka & Zoe’s House By @simplyimaginarypeople (Image Here) 2 Clover Creek: Mortinez Beach House By @jenba ? 3 Clover Creek: Oak Nook By @my-special-sim 4 Clover Creek: Rustic Beach House By @asexualsims
1 Sweetgum Mews: Oleander Cottage By @oleander-sims 2 Sweetgum Mews: The Plum By @littlemisstery 3 Sweetgum Mews: Saida and Karsen’s House By @simplyimaginarypeople 4 Sweetgum Mews: Reese Cottage By @simplyimaginarypeople
1 Lavender Promenade: Bridal Boutique (Salon) By @thesimperiuscurse 2 Lavender Promenade: Big Tree Park By @littlemisstery (Image Here) 3 Lavender Promenade: Grey Stone Home By @littlemisstery (Image Here) 4 Lavender Promenade: Yellow Promenade By @simplyimaginarypeople (NO Image)
1 Violet Square: Supermarket (Grocery RH) By @littlemisstery (Image Here) 2 Violet Square: Galleria Square By @littlemisstery (NO Image) 3 Violet Square: Caffè Murano (use this mod to run as cafe) By @littlemisstery 4 Violet Square: Blanche’s Cafe & Bakery By @asexualsims 5 Violet Square: Moonlight Cine By @littlemisstery 6 Violet Square: Midori Asian Cuisine By @littlemisstery (Image Here) 7 Violet Square: Sweetlove Cafe and Bakery By @littlemisstery
1 Tulip Place: Affordable Family HouseBy @littlemisstery (Pic Here) Ascension Park By @amphoraesims Minty House by @rubyred-sims 2 Tulip Place: Holiday Garden & Gift Shop By @jenba 3 Tulip Place: Saint Tulip By @s3mpcdesings
Poppy Field: Victorian CharmBy @littlemisstery (Pic Here) Lavender Fields By @amphoraesims Sunnyside By @my-special-sim
1 Juniper Cove: Modern House By @littlemisstery 2 Juniper Cove: Water Lily By @littlemisstery (Image Here) 3 Juniper Cove:
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Violet Square: Row Shops - ? by @asexualsims
Violet Square: Dante’s Music Store? - by @asexualsims
Violet Square: Rabbit Holes Lots? - by @asexualsims
Community Gardens - ? by @asexualsims
White Lake Meadows - ? by @asexualsims
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Lily Island 1 Phlox Bay: Bay Shack By @littlemisstery 2 Phlox Bay: Old Factory (Science rabbithole) By @littlemisstery (Image Here)
Dandelion’s end: The Refuge By @littlemisstery (Image Here) Lion’s End By @amphoraesims
1 Foxtrail Trail: Hidden Cottage By @my-special-sim 2 Foxtrail Trail: A-Frame Cotage? By @littlemisstery (Image Here) 3 Foxtrail Trail: Lover’s Nest By @littlemisstery (Image Here)
1 Lily Grove: 2 Lily Grove: Wooden Le Chalet By @littlefrenchsims Family Manor? By @littlemisstery 3 Lily Grove: The Lake House By @simplyimaginarypeople 4 Lily Grove: Leisure Logs By @asexualsims Fallen Leaves Memorial By @amphoraesims
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