eat a peach;

○ 𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙮 ○ you can't take a picture of this, it's already gone.

[veda-bradley]

[ VEDA BRADLEY. 30. FEMALE. SHE/HER.] is here! She has lived in Silver Lake for [ 5 YEARS ] and is originally from [ PETALUMA, CA ]. She is currently working as a [ FREELANCE CERAMICIST ] and in her downtime loves [ THRIFTING ] and [ SURFING ]. She looks a lot like [ DAKOTA JOHNSON ] and lives in [ OASIS APARTMENTS ]

and baby dumbass makes three. read on for more info & like for plots ~

STATS.

FULL NAME: Veda Jane Bradley NICKNAMES: None, except her dad calls her Dot. MBTI: ISTP STAR SIGN: Capricorn BIRTHDAY: January 5th, 1991

FUN FACTS. ( death mention tw )*

Born and raised in Petaluma, California 

*Was raised by a single father after her mother passed when she was two. Veda doesn’t remember her mother, but has been gifted hundreds of fond memories by her father, her older brother Max, and her grandparents -- all of whom she grew up with.

Veda’s family has owned Bradley’s Berry Farm in Petaluma, CA going back generations. Her father still works there, alongside her brother, and her new step-mother. They grow strawberries. 

Veda’s father remarried when she was sixteen years old, bringing both a step-mother and two older step-siblings into her life. She’s not close to any of them, having left home two years after her father married. 

Went to UC Berkley straight out of high school, graduated with a degree in business.

big old chapstick lesbian tbh

Most likely already tired of your bullshit

Her brother knows about her sexuality, the rest of her family does not. Veda is a very private person to begin with, but she doesn’t see her older, conservative family coming around to her sexuality any time soon. Veda isn’t one to draw attention to herself, and she certainly doesn’t want to rock the boat, especially since she’s already making so many choices her family doesn’t agree with. 

This was a huge part of the reason why Veda moved away from home. Made living the life she wanted a hell of a lot easier. 

Followed a girl to Silver Lake after she graduated school. It did not end well. A two year relationship fell apart in about two minutes when Veda found her ex face deep in a pair of thighs. Whoops. 

Is always on the run, always has somewhere to be, is always spending time with someone. Veda schedules her life down to the minute, because she simply cannot sit still and listen to her own thoughts.

Started throwing pottery as a hobby when she was in her teen years, but kept it just as that, a hobby, until about 3 years ago, when she started selling enough to make the materials worth it. 

Veda does custom pieces, but her top sellers are usually sets of dishes / tea pots / other household objects. It’s recently started making her a decent amount of money. 

Just quit her day job -- peace out, Funkytown Thrift. 

Loves a long island iced tea and a good trashy magazine

Grew up an outdoors kid, and living in the city doesn’t stop Veda from indulging in that. Most weekends she’s out doing hikes, surfing, gardening doing basically anything outside, that’ll get her heart rate up. 

She’s a very active lady -- likes kickboxing, running, lifting, rowing. She has the upper body / core strength of a freakin beast because it helps her lug around giant bags of clay (which she does on the daily) 

Has been living in the Oasis for 3 years and she fucking hates it, will complain about her water pressure at every chance she gets. 

Is literally a vault. if you have a secret, Ms. Veda will keep it. 

FULL BIO COMING SOON.

PINTEREST. WANTED CONNECTIONS (cont’d).

Platonic Soulmate (0/1); – The love between these two runs real deep. I’d take a bullet for you deep. This could be a connection new or old. Bad Influence (0/1); – These two are friends who constantly encourage each other to do bad things Clients (0/?); – anyone who either hires Veda for a piece, or purchases pre-made items, etc.  Friends with Feelings (0/1); – Either one or both have some kind of romantic feelings that often leaves the pair confused, and in awkward situations. Will they, won’t they? Who’s to say. Exes (0/?); – whether it lasted a week or a year, Veda has been in SL long enough to collect a few exes. More to be discussed! The Ex (0/1); -- as stated above, Veda had an ex who cheated on her. They were in a long term relationship & living together at the time. More to be discussed! FWB (0/?); --  U up? Flings (0/?); -- While this never reached relationship status, the two flirted heavily, perhaps hooked up a few times, went on a few dates, etc. Could have fizzled out for any reason! Roommate (0/1); –  Veda lives in a two bedroom in the oasis. Currently the second bedroom is a studio, but if anyone wants a roomie I’m happy to switch this up!  Neighbours (2/?); – Are you tired of Fleetwood Mac shaking your walls? Veda sure isn’t. That vibe is 24/7. Good luck with that. Brother (0/1); -- Max Bradley. 40s? More to be discussed.  Step-Brother (0/1); Name UTP. More to be discussed.  Step-Sister (0/1); Name UTP. More to be discussed. 

[veda-bradley]

text 📲 tierney ⇆ veda

tierney: yea you right you right, you'll show up even if i hadn't texted you about it

tierney: well it is sorta new i guess

tierney: she's SO hot

tierney: .....tell me more about this plan

veda: alright, here's the plan.

veda: I come to the party, establish that you and I know each other, that I think you're massively fucking cool.

veda: THEN in a few days i text Remi, mention that I'm gonna have you drop some stuff off because I'm busy or some fucking shit idk

veda: and then you keep going. establish a pattern. go a bunch, then stop. Watch how she asks where you've been every time I go in after that. boom. genius.

[veda-bradley]

text 📲 tierney ⇆ veda

tierney: well duh you're gonna be there if you weren't i was gonna force you into it if i had to

tierney: yes? v much so?

tierney: idk girl where have you BEEN

veda: no force necessary, you could literally blindfold me and I'd smell a party from a mile away. I'll be there.

veda: that however is not the important part of this conversation

veda: I obviously must be living under a fucking rock because I had NO idea. That, or you're very, very good at hiding shit.

veda: Either way, good on you. Remi's fucking hot.

veda: You know, I could start leaving the pots I do up for her shop for YOU to drop off 👀 get a lil one on one action, save me some time.

[veda-bradley]

austindunlap​:

location: funkytown thrift open: @slchat

“I hope you’re not thinking about tearing off those tags and making a break for it.” The warning was delivered in a deadpan, even tone, but the look on Austin’s face was far less serious. Taking a coat from the armful of clothes he was carrying, he started trying to wedge it back onto an over-stuffed rack. “Not that I’ll chase after you or anything, but I’ll be forced to do a police sketch of you from memory and pin it up over there by the register.” His head jerked back to the front counter. “Left up for the public to shame both you and my poor art skills. It’s store policy.”

.

“Jesus shit, Austin, I’m not fucking stealing,” Veda huffed, one hundred percent not in the mood to be dealing with anyone’s taunting today -- even when it was coming from someone she generally liked. She tried her best to keep light, fumbling the best she could to get the fallen coat back on its slippery silver hanger. “You think Mari doesn’t already know what I look like? I brought in half this shit. If I took it, it’d just be returning to sender.” She forced a laugh, then a smile, turning her eyes up towards the guy she used to work with. “Keeping this place in tip top shape, I see.” 

[veda-bradley]

max-bradley​:

As they walked down the poorly lit hall, Veda shoved her keys in her bag. “Where are we going?” she asked, passing Max a few strides to go and press the elevator button. “Tell me it’s not one of those molecular biology places again,” she bemoaned, using phrases she only knew thanks to his job. “I don’t care how cool it is, I drink my alcohol. Give me a beer in a fucking bottle. It’s worked just fine for over a century.” 

“Cruella’d? Ouch Vades, ouch.” He said, that same sentiment of Veda’s rolling right off his tongue, hand to heart as if it really, truly hurt.  “Actually, besides knowing I’d have a killer dog-sitter on my hands, Dalmatian’s are generally insanely dumb a bit aggressive. They’re inbred. So I did us all a favor. WLB can remain being your sole subpar focus.” 

Max missed the moment she shot ahead of him that very tiny competitive edge kicked in and he almost attempted to get to the button first. Mostly maybe to annoy her but damn it, opportunity missed. “Molecular biology place, pfft. You loved that. Gave you so many ideas for you know, your future date nights. She’ll be so impressed with the knowledge you took away.” Stepping onto the elevator, he made sure to get to press that button. “So I’m not going to tell you. We’re gonna get there and you’re gonna just…see. But I do think we should stop for a shot along the way. Yeah. Necessary.” 

. 

“ -- Stop for a shot? Jesus, Max. That sounds like it’s going to be worse than vapour vodka and techno beats. What are we doing?” She pushed, just as impatient as she was at ten years old. Despite her consistent complaining, Veda towed close behind, following Max right out of the elevator with her arms folded across the chest. 

“You know that I don’t take my dates to places you recommend, right? Basically takes it right off the list. Second I know Max has gone near it, it’s an automatic no from me. I’ve literally resorted to packing picnics.” Better than run into her brother in the middle of a date. The one benefit of living apart from Max for awhile was just that -- Veda had full and complete privacy over her life. Nothing she did made it back to any member of her family, let alone her favourite, the only one she put up with. 

“Did you drive, or are we walking?” She asked, pulling her sunglasses down over her eyes. 

[veda-bradley]

ronit-friedman​:

Holy shit. That made a corner of Ronit’s mouth twitch with an involuntary smile. What a greeting. It probably didn’t mean that much to Veda, had just slipped out, but it reminded her of why she had come here in the first place. Maybe. Some carefreeness she had never been allowed in Israel and had never managed to make her own in New York. Or maybe she was just getting sentimental with age. But for whatever of those reasons, meeting Veda here made the choice of coming here feel more right, even when the future should have felt like a terrifying black hole. 

Ronit made to pull Veda into a hug as soon as the other’s arm had wrapped around her shoulder. “Yeah, that’s pretty much what was going through my head a moment ago as well,” she laughed. Pulling away, Ronit took a sip of her sparkling wine. Now that she was trying to come up with an answer that summarized everything, explaining what she was doing here felt harder than expected. Ronit scrunched up her lips  in thought: “Yeah, I did indeed. I just … New York gets a lot after a while, you know? You can literally work around the clock, and I’m grateful that I got the opportunity to, but you can only do that for so long. I guess I kind of re-evaluated my priorities. And what you told me back in San Francisco, about the smaller art scene here, it just sounded right. I’ve only been here for a couple of week though.” Realizing how that must have come across (what a nightmare it would have been to have someone follow her!), Ronit attempted to lighten the mood by raising her glass: “To a surprise reunion, I guess?”

.

Veda had no way of knowing what New York was like, or how tiring such constant stimulation could be. To her, Silverlake was a big city. Los Angeles was too much, let alone the city that never slept. Veda understood anyone’s interest in moving away from the hustle and bustle. 

“Well, welcome,” Veda said, her breathless laugh a clear indication she was still in shock. “I’m glad you took a leap. It’s nice to see you. You look good.” It was run of the mill small talk, but Veda meant every word. Ronit looked amazing, as she always did, put together in a way Veda only accomplished when she tried her hardest. 

“To Agnes Lee,” Veda said, eyes darting over to the artist’s name printed on the wall. “--And new starts.” She clinked her glass against Ronit’s, then brought it to her mouth to take a heaping sip. It was surreal seeing Ronit again, after years of nothing but texting, after years of distance between them. Surreal, but nice. Familiar. It had her missing the one city she actually liked: San Francisco. “Where, uh -- where’d you end up moving? Are you right in Silver Lake?” Veda asked, hoping the answer was yes. Ronit never failed to inspire Veda’s art, and she desperately needed a little jolt to the creative system. 

[ilovenigelslater-deactivated202]

what’s the mead sis........ the wenches are squabbling .......

[veda-bradley]

text 📲 tierney ⇆ open

tierney: hi hello hey remi's birthday is next week

tierney: and i'm trying to make her, you know, fall in love with me, so i wanna throw a lil mini surprise party

tierney: not like a rager bc not her thing but just a casual oasis get together

veda: OKAY WAIT

veda: obviously I'm going to be there

veda: but are you legit?

veda: you have a thing for remi?!?! and I MISSED IT?

[veda-bradley]

belladelacruz​:

she had no choice but to approach their door, knuckles were slippery even as they knocked on their door, “okay so hi, i know this is weird…but it’s pouring out there and my car just broke down. do you think i could come in and dry off to call triple a?” bella showed them their phone which was also damaged due to the pouring rain, “look check it for yourself, totally broken. i have a bottle of wine in the car i could crack open to repay my gratitude!”

@slchat​

Veda wasn’t one to interact with strangers -- or even people that she knew -- on a regular basis. She didn’t like people coming into her house, showing up uninvited. She didn’t like being interrupted. She didn’t like the rain. Everything about about the situation at hand rubbed Veda the wrong way, and yet, she was still too polite to turn the soaking-wet woman away. Somehow, even raised all the way up in Nor-Cal, she was still indoctrinated with a sense of Southern hospitality.

“Are you gonna go get the wine first?” Veda asked staunchly, not moving out from the doorframe. She waited just long enough to breed discomfort, then cracked a smile.  “I’m kidding,” she said, all drawn out. It was mostly true. Veda did want that wine. “Come in. But stay there,” Veda instructed, pointing at the doormat just inside her threshold. “Let me get you a towel first, before you get everything damp.”

[veda-bradley]

ronit-friedman​:

Closed starter for @veda-bradley​

Ronit definitely attended exhibitions, galleries and auctions to scope out competition just as much as she did for entertainment, particularly since in Silver Lake she was still looking for her niche. Part of her wanted to settle into the known of repping Jewish artists, but part of her was also acutely aware that she had come here to make a change and that maybe it would be a good thing if that didn’t work out. So with little else to do on a Thursday night, Ronit slipped into a black shift dress and headed for the gallery opening whose owners were apparently planning on specializing in sculptures. She gladly accepted a glass of sparkling at the door, grabbed an hors d’oeuvre, which, with its mix of cream cheese and lox, still tasted annoyingly like a revolution, and made to search the room for leaflets. 

Of course she was still open to meeting people, but Ronit liked to tell herself that fleeting relationships were no longer her main focus now. But she had a type, and the woman who was currently staring at the small sculpture in the corner matched that, with her long hair, slim legs and what with her probably being about ten years too young to even care to respond to her, Ronit. Ins spite of that, Ronit was already working on a small talk opener when she stepped up next to the woman, before she turned around properly and the words flew out the window. Veda. How long had it been? Ronit remembered stands of pottery at an artisanal market, glasses of wine and a conversation she hadn’t been able to tell the relevance of. “Well, hello,” she finally got out while holding out her glass with more uncertainty than she would have liked. “I have to admit, I kind of was hoping to run into you, but I honestly didn’t expect it to be this soon. So you’re still living here?”

.

Of all the people in all the places, Veda did not expect to find Ronit Friedman in Silver Lake, in a shabby little art gallery. But she should have. Veda invited her, in more ways than one. It was Veda who told her about Silver Lake, Veda who introduced her to the potential held by the town’s hole-in-the-wall galleries, Veda who encouraged the older woman to make the move. Veda simply never thought that Ronit would listen. And yet, there she was. In the flesh. 

Veda nearly choked on her cheap wine. She lifted her hand in anticipation of catching any alcohol coughed out, but Veda was lucky enough to keep it together and swallow her sip down, erasing any further embarrassment. Thank God. 

“What the fuck?” Veda asked, breathing out a laugh. “Holy shit. Hi.” Shaking her head, Veda moved in, one arm gently wrapping around the other’s shoulders. “What are you doing here?” Veda asked, thoughts pouring out. “I am still living here. Are you living here? Did you move here?” 

[veda-bradley]

tysondabs​:

He shook his head, deciding not to deign the question with an answer. After all, he was the one being childish in this situation and should probably drop that. And yet— soon as she disappeared into Tierney’s room, he held up a middle finger in her direction. 

The vibes were totally ruined of course now, of both his smoking session, the Kendrick Lamar playing low in the background, the chill afternoon he was enjoying on his day off, all gone. All thanks to her. Oh well. She would leave in a minute and he could erase the encounter like it hadn’t happened, rejoin the wavelength of Good Kid Maad City and continue vibing until Ronnie materialized on his doorstep to shoot the shit. 

Veda came out of Tierney’s room, and it didn’t entirely register to him what she said at first — it wouldn’t register in his brain. Until it did, and a very unpleasant feeling radiated through his core. “What?” he asked confused, head shooting up, eyes trained on her now as keenly as they had probably never had in their life, taking in her features, her expression, her mood; all of it. Maybe even seeing her fully for the first time. Had he fucking heard that right? There was only one Shore kid; well, there were many, but of course he knew which one she meant, just like he knew which one it was. “You fucking with me?” 

.

“Tyson,” she said, putting a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. “With my whole heart and soul, I wish I was fucking with you. It would be a pleasure to fuck with you. That’s so much more fun for me,” she said, trying to inject a little brevity into the conversation. “But -- no. I’m not. You been on Orla’s instagram lately?” That’s where Veda had figured it out. It was where Veda learned everything about Orla’s life. She read between the lines of captions and scanned the background of posts, doing everything she absolutely shouldn’t do as a woman successfully getting over someone.

“So I guess neither of us made the cut,” Veda joked, indirectly referencing the unspoken feud between herself and Tyson. For years, Veda had been hovering around to keep an eye on Orla’s rekindled relationship with Tyson, waiting for it to collapse. When it did, Veda thought maybe, maybe -- but no. Next was Bowie Shore. Why? Veda didn’t understand. Gossip spread around Oasis like wildfire. Veda knew more than enough about the circus that was the Shore family. The selfish, vain little voice in the back of Veda’s head screamed that Orla could do better. Orla could be with her. Even Tyson made more sense.

“It’s been awhile. Like, months.” 

[veda-bradley]

max-bradley​:

Max stood from his comfortable position on her couch when she emerged, holding in a breath at her comments to let out in a hefty sigh, “Funny, now not exactly the same wording, because that would be questionable. But very much what dad said about you to me when I was five?” A hand brought to his chin in thought, Max gave a quick finger wave to his niece gluttonously floating in his opinion too close to the surface these days.

“Oh Bongo…” he repeated the name with a thick sense of over exaggerated tragedy at her mishap that never left the Bradley household quite the same. Hand to heart before pulling open her apartment door as he made the first steps out onto the landing, “You know I almost adopted one of those dogs from that fair over Valentines day. But his name was Pongo. Because and I’ve completely forgotten, but apparently there’s one named Pongo in 101 Dalmatians. Too many conflicting memories there. I didn’t tell you because I wouldn’t want you to offer to dog sit. How awkward would that’ve been?” 

.

“You forgot about Pongo?” Veda asked, scowling at her brother. 101 Dalmatians was one of Veda’s all-time favourite movies, one of the many she played until the tape broke as a child. 

“Hey, come on,” Veda argued, closing and locking the door behind herself. “I am a full fledged adult. I have a job. I pay rent. I can take perfectly good care of a dog. I would be a great dog-sitter.” She turned around, trying hard to suppress a smile. Veda was many things, but a caretaker was not one of them. Max obviously knew that. So did she. “Fuck you,” she said, right after. “Poor Pongo probably got sent to some kinda doggy-jail because of your selfish ass. He got Cruella’d,” she joked. 

As they walked down the poorly lit hall, Veda shoved her keys in her bag. “Where are we going?” she asked, passing Max a few strides to go and press the elevator button. “Tell me it’s not one of those molecular biology places again,” she bemoaned, using phrases she only knew thanks to his job. “I don’t care how cool it is, I drink my alcohol. Give me a beer in a fucking bottle. It’s worked just fine for over a century.” 

[orla-rhodes]

💋

💋 …someone my muse used to date.

Veda Bradley. Dated her for around six months, she’s great. Really great. Fucked that one up when I ghosted her, it was dumb, but I was going through some stuff that wasn’t her fault and she didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of. Not something I’m proud of, probably never will be, and probably wont ever explain why either. Not that I imagine she cares as to why anymore. ( @veda-bradley )

[veda-bradley]

“Sure. I’ve moved on now, so your shitty behaviour is excused. That’s how that works.” 

[chelseaperetti]

[veda-bradley]

Rafe 📲 Veda.

Rafe: Perfect choice for the first song I love that idea.

Rafe: Also a good choice. Whats your ringtone?

Veda: I mean, this town might as well have a theme song. Feels like a freakin soap opera most of the time anyways.

Veda: My ringtone 😂

Veda: The sound of silence.

Veda: And I mean that literally. Not the Simon and Garfunkel jam.

Veda: I don't think my phone has made a noise since 2010 I've always got it on silence. But I do get your vibe. Let me think.

Veda: Okay. If I had to pick one, it'd be either Honey Hi by Fleetwood or maaaybe the beginning of Biggest Part of Me by Ambrosia. Something smooth as fuck.

Veda: you???

[veda-bradley]

javi-navarro​:

“What are you talking about, it was ten minutes ago.” Staring long and hard, he’s motionless in pointing the controller towards the tv with his attention on her. Had it already been an hour? Time was never of the essence with this hobby. One blink and the day went to night, but at least she wasn’t annoyed. He’s spent a good chunk of his time on this couch with people a little less enthused about watching video games, but Veda? One of a kind.

“You’re not serious. Who am I going to invite to an event, huh? The horses’ friends? Horses don’t have parties, they barely know how to keep in the stable without costing me gold. And I can’t invite the lizard person from the town over that got me ran out because I accidentally stole her satchel.”

With a shake of his head, he drops his arm to his lap to un-pause the game, shifting through his inventory. Absently he notes her walking into his kitchen, nodding. 

“I’ll have whatever you have – hey,.” His brows fly high onto his forehead, leaning forward to look at her from the archway. “Say I do make a barn some kind of venue.  You think I might have a chance to romance that Elf guy?”

“If you’ll allow that horses can have friends, I think you can suspend your disbelief a little further and let them have parties, too. Come on, Javi. The world is your oyster. Dream a little bigger, darling,” she said, throwing on an old-Hollywood drawl. She opened her beer, then set it on the counter as she went to retrieve another for her friend. “This lizard person, however, deserves to burn it all down.” Lizard person? Veda just went with it. “You stole her satchel, she’s got a right to vengeance.”

Veda popped his beer open. “Maybe your next goal should be to build a big ass wall. You’ve got all that stolen shit -- or, uh, you know, all those found artifacts -- it’s time to protect it. Wait a couple hundred years, build a museum, badda bing, badda boom. Another income property.” 

She returned with the beer, laughing at Javi’s question. “You know, you just might.” Handing over his drink, Veda asked: “Fuck, marry, kill: Lizard girl, Elf guy, or -- whatcha call that other guy? A Nord?” 

[veda-bradley]

👀 + 3 people who inspire you?

“Me, myself, and I, bitch.” 

“...No. This is a good one. I’ll be serious. Greta Thunberg, Jacinda Ardern, and Dolly fucking Parton, baby. -- Actually, I know you said three, but I’ve got so many. Let’s add in Amanda Gorman. Did you know she’s only twenty-three? That’s wild impressive.”