My name is Lindsey [she/they] - I also go by Lynz, Shell, or ZZ
I am a queer elder millennial who is far too attached to their pixels, and loves nothing more than sharing their stories (and reading yours too) đ
Please be aware that, while generally wholesome, my stories do contain mature themes and should be considered 18+
I try to label tw's the best I can, but if I ever miss anything, feel free to reach out and let me know.
Proceed below for story details and links...
đđŠľThe Goode Life - Part story / Part wholesome family gameplay series, this is a spin-off from my Star Sign Legacy and follows the Goode boys as they navigate life as parents to two very special twins.
[Beginning] - [Latest]
đ§ĄBarbie's Story - A prequel of sorts
[Beginning] - [Latest]
Family Tree [coming soon... probably]
Extras
đStar Sign Legacy - Based on the Star Sign Legacy Challenge by Ginovasims
Check out the rules and requirements -> HERE <-
Story Links:
Part 1 / Prologue: The End of Youth
Part 2: The Climb
Part 3: Lost In A Love Song
Part 4: Here We Are, Again
Part 5: The Goode Life
Part 6 / Finale: [Beginning] - [Latest]
I heard some people objected to butts and instead of scrolling on past or blocking they wanted to control what others post. We are all about free will here so... let's have some SBL butt moments. I consider most of my content G/PG so the butts are covered but they count!
Not in chronological order, celebrating buttfest with my founder Layla...
Art telling Layla where to find the engagement ring if she wants it- I love this scene, and Layla's butt here.
Layla's butt before she and Art first had woohoo. I thought about using the ones where she was standing by herself but this one looked better for the butt.
Just married butt! Layla embracing being a cougar and Art embracing her butt.
When you coordinate your prosthetic with your wife's swimsuit. Not the most risque shot but I like that it highlights Layla's butt.
In order to celebrate our sims butts and to annoy weird anons that care to much about their pure untainted eyes I decided to start this event? movement? whatever. Point is you post pictures of your sims derrière (screenshots or renders, doesn't matter as long as there is a butt). All types of butts are welcome, clothed, bare, tiny, pillowy, big, boney you decide which ones you want show us. We are here to celebrate and be annoying to whoever is annoyed by this.
Tag your posts as #simspeaches2026 (tagging this butt fest didn't seems the right move)
Levi: Guess who I just saw making out?! Alex nâ Robin.
Wren: Oh my god, finally.
Levi: Right? And we didnât even have to meddle.
Wren: Hopefully Robin doesnât get mom nâ dadâs sickening love of PDA though-.. are yours as bad?
Levi: I donât give a shit about what my parents do, okay? Donât try and go all sneaky therapist on me.
Wren: What the fu-.. I barely said anything! Youâre so fucking touchy, jesus.
Levi: Whatever.
Byrd: Whatâs going on, whyâs everyone still awake?
Wren: Whyâre you up so early?
Byrd: Dad tried to light a smoke on the hotplate thing nâ burnt his beard, it stinks in there.
Wren: Lol, shouldâve pitched a tent.
Byrd: What were you talking about?
Wren: Robin nâ Alex were smoochinâ by the lake.
Byrd: Awh.. I didnât know they liked each other that way.
Wren: Sometimes I donât know how you manage to get dressed in the morning, bird-brain.
Iâm meeting with Lexie at the cafe. Even though we work together, itâs still nice to have some time outside of work to hang out and chat. I tell her about my plans to go back to school.
âThatâs awesome! I think thatâs a really great idea.â
âYou think so? Iâm just so worried about balancing everything.â
âYouâve got this! You can handle anything that life throws at you.â
âThatâs the thing, I feel like I canât. After all, I dropped out afterâŚâ
âI broke your heart?â
âThat and seeing Jimmy. It was all too much to deal with. Sorry, I know this is awkward.â
âNot at all. I was there, remember? You were so young then. Youâve grown a lot since then.â
âThatâs true. I just hope Iâve grown enough to really focus on school this time.â
âI think you have the drive. It seems like this is really important to you.â
âIt is. Iâve always thought about going back, but the timing was never right. Hell, it still isnât.âÂ
âI donât think it ever will be. There will always be other obligations when you have a family. But you have a supportive husband and a job that has your back.â
âI do, and it means the world to me. I just donât want to be a failure.â
âEven if it doesnât work out, you wonât be. Look at what youâve accomplished without a degree. You have a lot to be proud of!â
âI guess thatâs a good way to think about it. Thanks, Lexie! It means a lot to have your support.â
âAny time. Besides, you might be my boss one day. I have to get on your good side.â
We chat a little more about work before we head our separate ways. It feels good to have this discussion with Lexie. I think sheâs always felt a little guilty about what happened when we broke up, even after all these years.
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Celia stares at her phone for the hundredth time in the last 30 minutes. Max had been distant with her since his birthday. She wondered if he was mad at them. Lucas told her everything seemed fine on his end, but Chris said he felt something was off.Â
Then she heard about the bailiff and the inheritance. From her grandfather.  Â
The last message she sent from Marcoâs kitchen while stalking for Maxâs return. Max looked at it. She saw him look at it. And ignore it.Â
And now she was heading up to confront him about it.Â
Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe she was acting needy⌠again. Maybe he didnât want to be friends at all.Â
Stop spiralling.
Her friend was going through something major. This was not about her.
Still, it hurt that he didnât confide in her about this.Â
Again, not about her.Â
Maybe this was a mistake.Â
He doesnât answer her knocking.
âMax, I know youâre there. I saw you come home. Please open,â she says into the night.
It takes a moment, but she hears the lock click. Max opens the door slowly. He has this expression on his face that Celia has only seen on him a handful of times. Yeah, this was a mistake. Still, he lets her in.
âAre you mad at me?â
Max shakes his head slightly, âno.â
âYou're mad at grandpa? He told me,â she says, guiltily relieved this wasn't her doing.
âIâm not in the mood to talk about this again,â Max blurts out, moving away from her.
His eyes fall briefly on the box still sitting on top of his dining table. He flinches, quickly turning away from it. The repulsion doesnât escape Celiaâs notice.
âDo you want me to put this away?â
âNo. Iâll take care of it later,â he sighs, sitting down on the bed and rubbing his face soothingly.
Celia takes a good look around the place. It looks clean, too clean. Either he hasnât lived here in a while or heâs been stress cleaning.Â
âHave you eaten?â she asks.
âIâm not hungry.â
Her eyes narrow, âHow about we get out of here? I have an idea.â
Max looks up at her, uninterested.
Celia puts on a flirty smile, âHumour me. Please.â
A firm grip on his hand, Celia pulls Max through the arcadeâs entrance. Coming here, they walked in silence for a while. It didnât bother Celia too much, and Max seemed to appreciate that she didnât force any conversation on them.Â
But Max made his irritation very clear once their destination was known. At least, he didnât bolt. Celia had taken that as a sign he might come around to the idea.Â
âWeâre just gonna grab some food and play a game or two,â she assures him. âAnd if that doesnât cheer you up even just a little bit⌠Iâll let you win one game.âÂ
Maxâs lip curve ever so slightly.
âAnd what makes you think Iâd need your help winning?â
Celia tilts her chin up and raises her brow, taunting him. âHmmm, youâre just so not into it, I figure youâll need some help to get it done. No?â she asks with feigned innocence.Â
Max drops the façade. He knew he was done for ever since she asked him to follow her out of the trailer. Please. And now playing into their competitiveness⌠Whatâs the point of holding on to ill feelings? He might as well enjoy this while it lasts.
âYouâre going down,â he smirks defiantly.Â
âThere you are!â she giggles. âItâll be more fun if you work for it.âÂ
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Text messages in Celia's phone
Monday, 12h23
Celia: Boba after school?
Max: Maybe another time
Wednesday, 19h38
Celia: I was thinking of going for a walk. Wanna come?
