#acup: lacey

[acuppellarp]

♬ Full Name: Lacey Renee Mikhailov ♪  FC: Abigail Cowen ♫ Alternate FCs: Odette Annable, Alexis Knapp, Casadee Pope, Bella Thorne ♪ Age/Birthday: 23 / October 30, 1995 ♫ Occupation: Baker at Snickerdoodle’s Bakery, cheerleader for April’s Showers ♪ Hometown: Sandusky, OH ♫ Personality: generous, stubborn, guarded, sheltered, ambitious

Take one part warm Ohio summer nights spent chasing fireflies through wide open feels, two parts Sunday church services, three parts abandonment issues, and one part good, traditional Russian cooking, and you have the recipe for Lacey Mikhailov’s childhood. While she won’t go into too many details if asked about it, she likes to tell people that her youth was everything she could’ve hoped for, and to an extent that’s true. Would she have liked to have a mother who was present rather than someone who spent every opportunity away from home? She absolutely would have. But when Brenda Mikhailov got pregnant young by a man she met in a fit of passion one night, it laid the groundwork for what would be Lacey’s life spent with her grandfather as her source of emotional and physical support.

There was never an official discussion about Ilya raising Lacey full-time; it just sort of gradually happened. Brenda asked him to babysit for a day and it ended up being the whole weekend. She said she would take Lacey to her doctor’s appointment, and then call up Ilya last minute to say she couldn’t and he would have to. By the time Lacey started school, it was automatically assumed that her grandfather would be the one to sign her up and take her to her first day, something he did with a giant smile and about three dozen photos snapped and added to a scrapbook that’s still sitting on Lacey’s bookshelf to this day. When Brenda told Ilya that she wanted to “see the world” and move out of state later that year, there wasn’t even a question on if Lacey would be going with her or not. Brenda packed her bags and gave her daughter and father a hug, and then drove off without seemingly any second thought.

Despite growing up outside of the traditional nuclear family unit, Lacey didn’t want for anything. She never knew Brenda as her mother, so her loss didn’t sting much during childhood. Ilya wouldn’t let it. Instead, he would spend their time after he got off of work and she got home from school in the kitchen, showing Lacey how to sift flour and press dough to her heart’s content. Back in Russia, he’d been a baker by trade, and watching his granddaughter fall in love with it was nothing short of beautiful. Lacey always insisted on making homemade treats for her school’s Halloween and Christmas parties, and that’s when she came to love the expression on people’s faces when they first tried her creations.

When she as in middle school, her aunt Dory moved in to give Ilya a hand raising Lacey, and the three of them became a family that was thick as thieves. Ilya and Dory were at every science fair, church program, and poorly-played volleyball match of Lacey’s life and she couldn’t imagine it any other way. Last she heard, her mother had settled somewhere in Washington where she married and had three replacement kids whom Lacey has never met. She doesn’t even know if her step-father or half-siblings know she exists, but she tries not to think about it too much. If you ask her, she drew the best lot in life. She would express to her Aunt Dory (not her grandfather, never her grandfather — the last thing she would want is for him to think he was anything less than amazing) about how it hurt to think about her biological mother not wanting her, something that is still painful to think about even now that Lacey has grown. Dory would assure her that it was entirely Brenda’s loss, but that has never completely dulled the ache.

Losing Ilya was painful, but not entirely unexpected. Lacey was in her junior year of college at the time, earning an obligatory business degree in the hopes of one day opening her own bakery. Saying good-bye to the person who taught her everything she knew definitely left her feeling lost, and she wound up taking the following semester off of school because she simply didn’t have the capacity to give it the focus it deserved. To this day four years later, she still doesn’t really know what compelled her to go to New York in the first place. She’d talked it over with her family and friends, idly wondering if maybe a change of scenery would do her some good, and before she knew it her and her aunt were looking at flights for the East Coast.

It was originally meant to just be a vacation for the two of them, to help set a new pace now that her and Dory were learning to cope. But it’s like as soon as the plane touched down in the city, Lacey felt at home. They were only there for a week and a half, hitting up the city’s tourist traps as well as tracking down some little hole-in-the-wall places. Still, within the span of a few days after returning home to Sandusky, Lacey told her aunt she wanted to move out there for real. By the end of the year, Lacey found herself settling into the city, feeling both terrified and unbelievably proud all at once. Her grandfather had always told her to never hold herself back and being inNew York felt like the ultimate testament to that.

She finished up her last year of classes online and earned herself a degree in business, and was able to soon find a job at a bakery that her and her aunt had stopped by during her first visit. Currently, Lacey’s biggest source of pride has come from introducing a few recipes taught to her by he grandfather into the small business, which now offers a select range of Russian desserts courtesy of her. The next step is to actually invest in her own business, the same goal she’s had since she was little. Lacey’s vision board is filled with photos and inspiration to keep her focused on that goal, and every last bit of money goes into an account to help her get her feet off the ground.

Pets: Two cats with her, plus two more living with her aunt back in Ohio. The little babes in Ohio (Peanut Butter, or PB, and Jelly) were much too attached with her aunt’s dog and Lacey couldn’t bear to separate them. She adopted Eva and Zsa Zsa shortly after she moved to NYC. Zsa Zsa is definitely the more rambunctious of the two and likes to hide in places to spook Lacey (and now her roommates). Good luck opening a cabinet to not find her sitting in there. Eva is much more relaxed and introverted and likes to camp out on Lacey’s pillow, but she’ll wander out to ask for pets every so often.

♬ April’s Growers

Lacey has an entire lifetime’s worth of love to give and was raised knowing the importance of giving back, so she recently signed up to join April’s little committee. She makes sure to give her fellow members nothing but support, but she does struggle when it comes to voicing her own ideas. She’s working on it though, and the more comfortable she becomes in the group, she hopes to be able to give it her all without hesitation.

♪ Jemma Sterling

Coming from a small city, Lace way underestimated how much she’d be able to live by herself in New York. She was able to rent a room from a nice little Russian couple in Brighton Beach for a while, but ultimately decided to move closer to work and ended up finding a roommate in Jemma. She is… more than a bit intimidated by how open and free Jemma is with herself, and she’s seen more of her naked than she ever planned on, but Lacey can appreciate how to-the-point and amusing her roomie is.

♬ April’s Showers Cheerleaders

Lacey loves spreading positivity and showering people with support, so when she first became aware of the little cheering squad for the soccer team, she jumped right in to join. She enjoys all the other ladies, and despite knowing almost nothing about sports, she’s trying to at least get to know them better and have them teach her the ins and outs of soccer.

[mikhailacey]

task one → working nine to five (introducing: lacey’s work family)

Mary Goldstein ;; 78 ;; owner. worked as a lawyer for eight months before deciding to open a bakery instead. learned to love baking from her jewish-american mother. married her wife Bessie in 2011.

Bessie Sommers ;; 83 ;; co-owner. pops in every few weeks to check in. prefers to spend her time volunteering at the public library or training for her amateur 60+ boxing league. married her wife Mary in 2011.

Clementine Cook ;; 71 ;; worked as a teacher for 32 years before retiring to bake bread. hits on theo’s older brother whenever he comes in. has floor to ceiling windows in her apartment and likes to bang her husband weekly in front of them. believes masturbation is the best form of stress relief. isn’t allowed to decorate birthday cakes anymore.

Doris Fitzpatrick ;; 72 ;; fosters rescue dogs. thinks emojis are the best thing about modern technology. thought Lacey’s name was Lucy for the first seven months she worked there. now it’s a joke, where she calls Lacey Lucy, and Lacey calls Doris Dolores.

Phyllis Howard ;; 63 ;; used to be the youngster of the group before Lacey was hired. needs to work on her croissants but boy does she try. exclusively wears “world’s best grandma” shirts underneath her apron. thinks puppy dog pals is the cutest cartoon this country has ever seen (she’s right).

Marta Mendoza ;; 68 ;; immigrated to the US from Argentina in 1987. has three sons, all doctors. regularly participates in (and wins) hot dog eating contests. the weekly work-wide knitting circle is held at her house. has a rottweiler named princess. 

Myrtle Olsen ;; 70 ;; doesn’t talk much but when she does, you better listen. alludes to the idea that she may have killed a man in the 70s but the police could never prove anything. teaches Sunday school, and is Snickerdoodle’s current Scrabble champion.

Hilda VanAntwerp ;; 67 ;; retired US Air Force. has had two hip and one knee replacements, but still kicks ass at shuffleboard. came out as bisexual earlier this year and the whole bakery threw her a party.

[takemehomecountryrhodes]

ACUP PROM!

Here’s a message from April and the Growers…

Acuppella’s first annual PROM night will take place on Saturday, May 31st. The actual festivities start at 7pm and will go on through the night.

There will be donation booths placed around Acup for prom dresses/formalwear, which will be collected and donated to Operation Prom after the event takes place.

The ladies of the Growers committee will be holding a prom queen nomination! If your character would like to “nominate” themself, please have them submit their best queenly dress or tux to April’s blog by Wednesday, May 29th. The voting period for prom queen will be from Wednesday, May 29th - Friday, May 31st.

If your character is interested in performing during the prom, please have them submit this form to April by Wednesday, May 29th:

Name/Group Name: Type of Performance: (magic tricks? stuffing 50 marshmallows in her mouth? ventriloquism? music?)

April will post the evening’s scheduled events leading up to the prom.

The Growers each have the following tasks and responsibilities if any characters would like to contact them IC regarding their task:

Harmony is the emcee for the evening.

Lacey is in charge of food.

Lola is in charge of the evening’s entertainment.

Rowan is in charge of decorations.

Violet is in charge of advertising the event and the donations.

[acupaly]

Like Lacey and her food, I’m in charge of donations for ACup’s prom, so I spent the day so far making these cute little forms for you to fill out on the actual evening if you’d like to donate your prom outfit after you’re done with it! They, as well as monetary donations, will all go to Operation Prom, but I figured I’d ask if there are any other charities or organizations that you’d like to see specific booths for? Prom is gonna be so much fun, but the best part is going to be helping out those who need it, and that takes everybody’s input.

[acupmarley]

I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE.

TAGGING: @acupmarley @dance-jackie-dance

LOCATION: Acup, around 4-6am, post-BOTB.

NOTES: HUMONGOUS YIKES.

MARLEY ROSE

Marley had chosen to duck out of the frisbee and nerf battle a little earlier than normal, to make her own camp at the Acup lounge so that she would be perfectly well rested to get up for her shift and bake a whole bunch of pastries for the weekend. By the time she’d emerged from her little cocoon, there were still some patrons lingering around in various forms of superhero dress. Marley held back a giggle as she made her way up through the building, but she stopped short as soon as one Jackie Puckerman came into her line of vision. Despite their rocky and turbulent history, they had been in a good place lately. In fact, Marley would consider Jackie to be one of her friends. Odd, probably unlikely, and very forgiving on her part, but she had come to love Jackie as a person and for the most part, let go of their past trauma with each other. “You okay, Jacks?” Marley asked softly, as she took a step closer to the young woman. “Have you been here since the battle?”

JACKIE PUCKERMAN

The last few weeks had been some of the best for Jackie. She was waking up before noon. She was running in the park. And she was eating vegetables. Freakin’ vegetables. Although she wished she could attribute the change to some self starting attitude, she couldn’t, not in the least. That thought alone made her feel queasy at the most inopportune times. The sole reason she had been feeling decent lately was one Marley Rose. She would never truly admit herself not matter how many times her subconscious attempted to make it known to her heart and brain. Jackie wouldn’t dare betray her own self like that. Sure she knew that her heart still felt things with Marley, but her heart still felt things with Kitty too. That didn’t mean that she was actively pursuing either avenue. She just felt like she would always have those feelings for those two girls.But now they were friends. And Jackie wasn’t one to ruin friendships, but she also couldn’t stand by and watch Kitty and Marley grow close while a bomb was ticking down between the three girls. She had never hung out with both girls at the same time, but Jackie had been watching them both at Battle of the Bands. After the traditional drink, Jackie made points of the interactions, the smiles, the laughs. She knew the ruse had to end. Both girls would be mad, yes. Both girls would hate her, maybe even each other, but Jackie couldn’t watch as both parts of her heart came together only to drastically tear apart later. Jackie had to make them hate her. Hell, maybe it would work out selfishly, maybe Jackie would get over them. The last few weeks though. Damn, they were good. Getting closer to Marley again. Taking her on adventures. It had to end, didn’t it? “Oh yeah, ha.” Jackie smiled sheepishly and rubbed her eyes before running a hand through her curly hair. Was that glitter on the palms of her hand? “Have you been here since the battle?” She laughed before poking Marley in the arm. A flutter escaped her stomach and entered her heart. She had to do this. It was a necessity.

MARLEY ROSE

Despite her better judgement, Marley smiled over as Jackie poked her arm. There was no harm in it, after all. It was nothing but friendly. Even the fact that she and Jackie could get to a friendly point was a major stepping stone for both of their maturities, she thought. And even though parts of Marley still dully ached from Jackie's betrayal in the worst possible way, this was okay. She could do this. When they'd been together, Marley had never felt safe. She'd never felt as if she could sit back and take a deep breath and know that Jackie would have her heart and her best intentions in it. Even through all the warning signs, Marley didn't think someone like Jackie would ever love her. And in a way, she was right. "Kind of!" Marley nodded, brushing her fingers across her apron. "I took a nap, but I have to go ahead and bake for the weekend. I'm only in for a few hours, then I'll be able to go home and take a big sleep." Quirking an eyebrow, she glanced at Jackie's haphazard appearance. "Are you okay?"

JACKIE PUCKERMAN

The smile. Jackie missed that more than she cared to admit. Sure, Jackie could take Marley places and do things for her and she would smile, but Jackie missed when that smile was all hers. Those were moments to hold on to when it was dreary out. Jackie knew that Marley and Fiona were together and perfect or whatever. She knew that okay. And of course Fiona was one of her best buds. Jackie would never do anything to betray that. The Jackie before, years prior, might have, but the girl had grown up. Slightly. “Little baker Marley. What’s on the menu for today?” Jackie tried to ease her own nerves with a chuckle, but the sound just didn’t seem to escape as it should of. It sounded forced as fuck. This wasn’t going well. “I’m yeah.” She shrugged. “How are you and Fi? Did you guys have fun last night?” This was a last attempt. She knew it was. But last ditch efforts sometimes worked right? Maybe she could steer the conversation or someone would walk in and ruin this altogether. Maybe she could be lucky.

MARLEY ROSE

"Um..." Marley racked her brain for the orders that had to be filled. "Croissants, scones, the usual. Lacey gave me this awesome blueberry lemon bar recipe that I'd like to try if I get some time. I normally just watch The Great British Baking Show while I'm working in the back and try to get some Mary Berry infused energy." Her smile was nervous, the air between them seemed inordinately tense. Still, Marley wasn't going to overthink it. Battles were always a night high in tension, maybe it had something to do with that. When she brought up Fiona, Marley instantly relaxed. "Yeah, she's good! We loved dressing up. Did you come to our nerf battle? It was so dark and chaotic, I didn't get to see everyone there." There was something about talking about her girlfriend that made everything that much better-- even though Fiona wasn't physically there, Marley could feel the safety net spread beneath her feet. Nothing bad could happen to her as long as Fiona was around. Perhaps that was the problem. "Are you sure you're okay? Do you need water, or something? Breakfast?"(edited)

JACKIE PUCKERMAN

“Blueberry lemon bars. Damn that sounds amazing. Two things that I would never think would go together but just do.” She smiled fully this time, almost comparing the blueberry lemon bars to her and Marley. Two things that didn’t go together but somehow did. Well. Before. Before she fucked it all up. The thought made her stomach turn and she knew she just had to do it. Today. Now. Before it was too late. “Yeah I was there. I kinda felt weird about it I guess. My nerf gun is kinda huge.” She smirked slightly remembering how she felt to be surrounded by people that were happy, people that were in love and that were loved. Her heart hurt so badly that she couldn’t stand to be there anymore. She felt like a child again, begging her mother to bring her father home. “I kinda need to come clean about something. It’s been making me sick. Like, physically ill at times. I know that’s stupid, but I just.” Jackie stopped and looked into Marley’s eyes. For a moment she was lost. For a moment she was back to years before when the two dated and things were so much different. Those two people were no longer the same. That was evident. After this, things would never go back to how the use to be. And that scared her to death. Jackie ran her hand in her hair again, stalling. “I have to tell you because you’re friends with her and I don’t want this to come up any other time and it ruin things even further than it will.” Jackie stepped back away from Marley. “When I...” She took a deep breath, her heart beating faster. “When I cheated on you. I never told you who it was with.” She stopped and looked into Marley’s eyes again, searching for recognition. She didn’t know if she could continue. Her heart hurt in a way that was so familiar to her. You’ll never be good enough for her.

MARLEY ROSE

"Really?" Marley asked, tilting her head to the side in slight confusion. She'd thought it was a semi-popular flavor, but then again, Marley trolled enough baking blogs and Lacey's shop to ensure that she'd never run out of ideas. Every time she baked, it made her miss Millie more than she could ever say. Part of her wanted to make it big just so that she could buy Millie a nice place in Jersey, right by the ocean, and visit her whenever she wanted. "Well, I guess you'll have to be my first taste tester, right?" Come clean. Making me sick. You're friends with her. Ruin things even further. Cheated. Never told you who. There it was. The other shoe. Jackie was a dancer, surely she understood the significance of a ballerina hovering in a death-defying way on one foot. Despite all that Marley had been through, she steeled herself, wondering how much of her heart was left for Jackie to break. In all the years that it had been, Jackie hadn't told her. Honestly, Marley didn't want to know. There were so many souls living in New York City, it would have been easy for someone to capture Jackie's. Not when they were exciting. Not like freshman year Marley, still scared of her own shadow. Not like Iowa Marley, who hadn't found her voice yet. "You can tell me anything," Marley promises, and that much is true. Jackie can tell her anything, she's more than entitled to, and if Jackie wants to get this off of her chest, then that's fine with her. If it will make Jackie feel better, all the more reason to go gung ho with it. Marley has a sneaking suspicion in the pit of her stomach that this is going to make her feel worse, because if her oblivious, naive brain was working into enough overtime she might be able to put the pieces together that one of her friends had been the one who Jackie cheated on her with. Marley's painted-on smile is reassuring, and gives no indication of the storm brewing between her eyes.

JACKIE PUCKERMAN

“That’d be awesome. You always made my stomach happy.” Jackie smiled reassuringly, knowing Marley needed that sometimes. Jackie stopped, biting her lip slightly and switching her weight to her other foot. Jackie needed something to hold onto or she was gonna collapse. “I don’t think I told you initially because the wound was still too new, ya know? And it hurt you and it hurt me. Obviously not as much as you, I’m not dumb enough to say that. I just. I couldn’t bring myself to say it aloud, make it true.” She stopped. God she was an idiot. “I know it was true and it happened and I was stupid. I can say I’ve grown from it but I know that doesn’t help.” Jackie couldn’t meet Marley’s eyes now. She could feel the sting of tears begging to run down her face and give everything away. She sniffed hard, steeling herself for what was to come out of her mouth. “It was Kitty.” Jackie breathed out. Her voice almost above a whisper. “Like I said, you guys have gotten closer and I had to tell you so that it didn’t come out later and explode even further and decimate everything.” Jackie shook her head. “I know that I’m fucked up and that maybe I shouldn’t have said anything but I couldn’t let you just sit by and feel like an idiot down the road and think we were in on some sick joke against you cause I swear to G-d we weren’t.” She had to stop to breathe. But her breath didn’t come. Her heart pounded loud in her head. “I...don’t know what to say. I know that the last few weeks have been...nice between us and I hate that I had to ruin this again but you deserved to know. I...had to tell you.” Jackie almost stumbled as she switched her weight again. It was out. It was done. She should have felt better, but somehow she felt like that wound was reopened and spewing out putrid acid that would threaten to eat her alive.

MARLEY ROSE

It was Kitty. It was Kitty. It was Kitty. It's just like the movies, really. Marley doesn't even hear the rest of Jackie's explanation, and it doesn't make much sense to her. If it had come out later, then Marley would be even further removed from the situation. Maybe she and Kitty would laugh, maybe they'd have kids of their own, and laugh over the time they both were caught up in a tizzy over the same girl. The same three girls. As soon as all of the oxygen gets sucked out of the room, Marley panics. In a way it's a relief, because she's always known that Kitty hated her and couldn't understand why. How stupid had she been, to think that it was something trivial like a crush? How stupid had she been, that they'd held this secret together and let her make an absolute fool out of herself? Marley thought back to every single one of her sleepovers with Kitty, to the times they'd lay crying in bed together over Taylor Swift's latest song, and couldn't help but wonder why she just hadn't told her. Then again, it wasn't her secret to tell. It was Jackie's. Jackie didn't owe her this explanation. Jackie didn't have to tell Marley who it was-- that didn't matter. It could have been anyone. Jackie had still cheated, still decided that whatever she potentially had with Kitty was better than her relationship with Marley. Kitty was exciting, after all.Marley wants to scream. She wants to yell, she wants to give Jackie a piece of her mind, she wonders how she possibly could have listened to hours and hours of explanations of how it was a mistake and Jackie still loved her when clearly it wasn't. She hadn't. She's furious. Why not? Why hadn't they told her? Why had Jackie waited until Marley had been lured into a false sense of security, a safety net? Why hadn't Kitty bothered to clear the air? Were they really friends, or was this all some kind of delusion. No, a voice in her head argued back. Kitty loves you. You love her. You're past this. There's an explanation. You know it. Marley opens her mouth about three times to give Jackie some kind of final blow, something she could say to make Jackie hurt more than she does right now. "Excuse me, please." She turns on her heel and locks herself in the storage room for half an hour instead.

[mikhailacey]

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Can’t wait to see how many new freckles I can add to my collection after this week

[mikhailacey]

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A day late and I’m sure many after parties short, but between the chaos of last minute preparations and hunting down the right lipstick shade, I think it’s okay. I hope everyone had as much fun last night as I did. Thank you to all the lovely woman who worked to make it a success, and all the beautiful acup patrons for coming out to enjoy the festivities  ♡ 

[mikhailacey]

TASK NINE →

When Lacey’s mother found out she was pregnant with her, it was when she took a test in a strip club bathroom during a friend’s birthday. The first person she told was a gal working that night, whose stage name was Lacey Bitz. Yes, Lacey was named after a stripper.

Her grandfather gave her a Russian name, Yevgenia, and usually called her by its diminutive, Zhenya.

She’s left handed.

Lacey has one tattoo on her right wrist: the longitude and latitude of Yekaterinburg, Russia.

She also has her ears pierced twice, and had her belly button pierced as a teenager but took it out after a year.

She hates storms but loves the sound of rain.

Faith is very important to Lacey. She was raised Russian Orthodox and still identifies herself as such, but she’s much more spiritual than religious at this point.

She has asthma and has had two severe asthma attacks in her life.

Her sun sign is in Scorpio, her rising is in Libra, and her moon is in Aquarius. (Born 10.30.95 @ 6:14am).

Lacey has no problem leaving the house with an almost naked face, but because her eyelashes are so light and pretty much invisible, she feels most confident when she has at least mascara on.

Her favorite Disney movie is Oliver and Company.

In the days leading up to her grandfather’s passing, he was in and out of senility. During this time, he called Lacey by her mother’s name on two separate occasions. Those are both moments she refuses to think about, and she’s never told anyone about them or how much it hurt to be compared to her, even just by name.

Pancakes are her comfort food.

She doesn’t correct people when they mispronounce her last name, but always makes a point to ask people how to say their name if she’s unsure.

Drops of Jupiter is her favorite song.

She prefers watching tv shows more than movies.

The accessories she wears every day are a silver cross that she got for her thirteenth birthday, and a watch. She has a bunch of different watches that she switches out between, but she wears one on the daily.

Elephants are her favorite animal, and she has a stuffed animal that she got as a child which she still sleeps with every night.

If baking wasn’t an attainable career, Lacey thinks she’d have liked to be a vet.

She has absolutely no grace when wearing heels and has resigned herself to a life of tennis shoes and flats. It’s safer for everyone around her.

Her favorite holiday is Christmas, and she starts saving up extra money starting in September to make sure she can spoil her family and friends.

Lacey is the youngest employee at the bakery she works out, but due to the fact that she’s basically an old lady, she gets along splendidly with everyone and attends a monthly brunch and bingo date with the gals.

[mikhailacey]

I don’t know if it’s from the discount candy I stocked up on, or if it’s the super cute card I got in the mail from my aunt, but I am positively buzzing today. I’m putting my money on the card, though. She knows I’ve been missing my babies back home, so she actually went out and found a Valentine’s Day card marketed as being from a cat and sent it to me. She even dipped their paws in red ink so they’d 'sign’ the card. Of course I had to make sure it was non-toxic and that they’re right as rain, but now that card is sitting on my kitchen counter and it’s the cutest thing ever. 

[mikhailacey]

HEADCANONS: Lolacey (6/20)

On Thursday night, Lacey finds Lola crying on a bench near the hotel. Naturally, Lacey sat next to her for comfort and, after a short bit, the two of them go for a walk to help Lola clear her head presumably.

Lacey finds out what happened to upset Lola, or at least the basics of finding out that someone Lola cared for had slept with someone else. Always the physically comforting person, Lacey hugs Lola and does what she can to help with the crying.

While talking, Lola ends up kissing Lacey, who isn’t exactly quick to protest. The only reason she pushes her away is because of how upset Lola initially was. Lacey offers to take Lola back to her room, not thinking anything other than that she wanted to make sure Lola was somewhere safe for the night. Truly an idiot.

When they reach Lacey’s room, Lola’s the one who tries to initiate sex. Lacey promptly refuses out of worry that it’d be taking advantage. Lola leaves before Lacey can say as much though. 

@lolalvarez

[mikhailacey]

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That smile when you remember the delights of beachside ice cream delivery 📸: @sageleblanc

[mikhailacey]

i can’t lose hope → turqoise (magic)

It shouldn’t come as a surprise that Lacey was a child who always loved fairy tales. Maybe because it seemed like even the worst times had a happy ending, or maybe it was simply because she dreamed about being a Disney princess when she grew up. Regardless, her favorite bedtime stories were the ones filled with magic and intrigue, and all of the fantastic things she could only ever dream about. When she was old enough to accept the fact that magic wasn’t real (aka, her eleventh birthday when no owl came tapping on her window with a Hogwarts acceptance letter), she instead turned to finding magic in the most tangible ways she could. The taste of a freshly baked chocolate cake that had just been mismatched ingredients a little while before, the jolt of electricity through her body the first time she kissed a girl, the sound of her grandfather singing old Russian folk songs whenever he made pancakes on Sunday mornings. To Lacey nowadays, magic isn’t the magic wands and fairy dust that she fantasized about as a child. Now it’s something bigger: the little memories and sensations that she’s able to bottle up and hold on to for her rainiest days and stormiest nights. 

what’s left of my heart’s still made of gold → orange (healing)

Lacey’s life in New York is entirely based in healing. The first time she visited, she was twenty years old, and she came to the city with her aunt in an attempt to find a new normal for themselves after losing Lacey’s grandfather. The trip didn’t make his death any easier, but the hustle and bustle and excitement of the city were the first things to make Lacey smile since his funeral.She decided before they’d even returned back to Ohio that this is where she was meant to be, and she moved out there within a few weeks. Lacey’s idea of healing used to be looking at the positives and blatantly ignoring the negatives; living in New York City changed that. Her grandfather was the one who raised her to believe she could do anything she set her mind to, and it was through harnessing that belief that she’s been able both to discover a life without him in it while also building a life that honors his legacy. The city has helped Lacey to realize that ignoring negative emotions isn’t healing, it’s just pushing your way through life. Instead, she’s poured all of her sadness into both her work and her passion. There isn’t a day goes by where she doesn’t miss her grandfather dearly, but there also isn’t a day that goes by where she isn’t able to add a little bit more other savings fund to one day invest in opening her own bakery. It’ll be named Ilya in his honor of course, and through sharing the recipes he passed down to her with the world, Lacey feels that she’ll help him make his mark on the world just as he made his mark on her life. 

[mikhailacey]

Task Five → We Got The Beat (playlist link)

Alternatively Titled: Lacey’s Personal Baking Playlist

Track Listing

Home → Gabrielle Aplin

Love Myself → Blake McGrath

Outlaws  → Alessia Cara

Sympathy → The Goo Goo Dolls

Perfect Day→ Hoku

Last Dance → Camera Can’t Lie

This Too Shall Pass → Maria Mena

High Hopes (performed live at the Spotify Studio ok it’s specifically this version) → Panic! at the Disco

Walking in Memphis → Marc Cohn

Lighthouse → Alex G and Danielle Bennett

What Baking Can Do → from Waitress

[mikhailacey]

TASK SIX → I Saw the Sign (Lacey Mikhailov + MBTI)

Introverted Sensing Feeling Judging → The Protector

Quiet, friendly, responsible, and conscientious. Committed and steady in meeting their obligations. Thorough, painstaking, and accurate. Loyal, considerate, notice and remember specifics about people who are important to them, concerned with how others feel. Strive to create an orderly and harmonious environment at work and at home. [x]

[mikhailacey]

MOODBOARD [1/∞] → LACEY RENEE MIKHAILOV

“I choose gentleness… Nothing is won by force. I choose to be gentle. If I raise my voice may it be only in praise. If I clench my fist, may it be only in prayer. If I make a demand, may it be only of myself.”

[mikhailacey]

↳ INSTAGRAM: @MIKHAILACEY UPLOADED A NEW PHOTO

Freckle Pride Day is November 27th around the country, but it’s year-round in my heart