' callum ’ !
“y’know, a man can only pre’end fah so long vat he doesn’ no’ice you given ‘im fe ol’ butcher’s hook,” callum said to the other from his place in the lounging area of the chairty event. at events like this he tended to stay in the background. most people outside of his clients didn’t know who he was just by looking at him. of course, everyone had heard of ‘the brit’ and his innate ability to skyrocket even the most hopeless careers, but at the end of the day he was a man who liked his privacy. he preferred to stay unseen and observe, even if that meant having none of the public notoriety. he had the money, the resources, steady work. the publicity couldn’t offer even nearly as much as he would stand to lose if any of his closeted skeletons were discovered. he’d noticed the other’s eyes focused on him, or at least it seemed as though they were. blowing smoke out, he gave a charming grin. “so wot is it, luv? y’wan a fag?”
' beddie ’ !
beddie tapped his hands across the expanse of his chest , a furrowed brow indicating he couldn’t quite find whatever he was looking for . wasn’t in his left pocket . wasn’t in his right . “ well shoot , went and loss that damn translator . ” with an unreadable expression , he narrowed his gaze . " looks like you’re going to have to toss that british slang on the backburner , otherwise this is going to be a very one-sided conversation ... and you know how much i love to talk come on , ” he scoffed , motioning for him to hand over a cigarette . “ like you even have to ask . ”
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ay guys! sorry i haven’t been around. my mom doesn’t get mother’s day, she gets mother’s weekend, so my ass was doing yard work all day yesterday. and now? i’m fried to a crisp and it hurts to move. really hope i get a great tan out of this
anywayyyyy, we have a huge family dinner around 3, but i have to help set up. so i’m hoping ill be around tonight to jump on starters and what not. if you wanna plot anything out, shoot me a message <3
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memes bedlam novak will be participating in:
situational tropes
‘ you ‘ season one
things that are hard to hear
muse memories
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' antheia ’ !
━━ mercifully, for once, there’s rain. a veritable deluge, no less, & although it would've been more useful earlier, thea would take what little reprieve from the heat she could get. ❛ do you have a way of getting home ? ❜ she queries softly, turning to the person beside her, as though abruptly shaken from a reverie. while thea has a way home, it’s unclear if the other does. & leaving someone to get soaked in the dead of night seemed unnecessarily cruel — this wasn’t exactly singing in the rain type of weather. shifting her own neatly closed black umbrella, she continues, ❛ or at least an umbrella ? ❜
' beddie ’ !
it appeared god had started to cry , and all because the struggling alcoholic was once again drunk . the thought itself was equal parts narcissistic and blasphemous , but beddie didn’t care . he was too busy swaying in place , wondering why the world was spinning without his permission . it was another meeting with his agent that did it ; all the fucker did was lie and kiss the damn ground beddie walked on . if the bastard wanted a nose shoved up his ass , he was sure he could find other places in the city . but no , he wanted honesty .
just the fucking truth ! that was it !
a voice pulled him from his thoughts , eyes wide as he turned to face the woman . almost instantly , recognition crossed his features antheia clarington . dear jesus !
bedlam could hold his liquor very well , more often than not tricking people into believing he was sober despite the very opposite being true , but no amount of sobriety or drunken antics could stop the smile that crossed his features . he never got starstruck . ever . but fuck , did he loooooove the piano . and antheia ? she was everything . beddie had just met an angel .
“ i’m quite alright , ” he responded with a charming smile , the only accompanying sound being that of raindrops hitting the awning . “ i love the rain . might sing in it , ” he joked , a nonchalant smile crossing his features . “ although a song is nothing without a little piano , hmm ? i’m a big fan . ”
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' desdemona ‘ !
though desdemona could feel every flicker, fall, and rise of the heat that always seemed to cloud the air between them, she was an expert at concealing her thoughts and keeping her cool. one didn’t become the reigning queen of soul, one of the rising voices of the civil rights movement, and an all around icon — by being easily influenced or swayed. she smirked a little despite herself though. there was something charming about bed that she could never quite put her finger on. it wasn’t a sleaze or quite a swagger, more of a quality. he was driven. he knew exactly what he wanted. he had a past, wasn’t so smooth pressed like a lot of the people in hollywood, despite what she knew was a truly luxurious upbringing.
ever astute, the songstress sensed his displeasure when she pulled back from fixing his collar. “boy, please. you a mess every damn day i see you,” she bantered with a dry wit, a contrast to her soft-lashed gaze. her eyes flickered down, giving him a scan and mocking disgust, though the opposite was apparent. her smile grew. they both knew what she was really thinking when she scanned his figure. she thought he had the most beautiful figure, both from a point of attraction and artistically. his dancing was mesmerizing, and he was the only one she had ever partnered with in that regard. due to how she was raised, she refused to dance for the public despite having ten years of classical ballet training. there was an elegance in sitting there, singing her soul for the world to hear. what she would never do was shuck and jive for the masses. but for him, things were different. he had a freedom that she couldn’t quite get her hands on, and it was almost intoxicating to watch him be able to enjoy that.
as he went on, her expression grew more tamed again. her poker face was immaculate. truth be told, a few years ago she wouldn’t have accepted the drinks. not in public like this, anyways. but just this very year the supreme court ruled in favor of relationships like this, between a woman like her, and a man like him. it would be a pity not to celebrate such a win for the movement. “hm,” she gave a graceful shrug of a shoulder, looking away with a coy expression, “you can buy me two, actually – a sidecar cocktail ..” their eyes met again and she brushed her palm over his chest, as if there were something there and she was just tidying his appearance again. her voice lowered into something more warm and intimate though. she knew exactly what she was doing. “thank ya kindly, beddie.”
' beddie ‘ !
his grin grew wide , his teeth a beautiful shade of white . shining behind upwardly curled lips . he looked like a child who had just been praised . always a mess , you say ? oh do go on ... beddie would be a right fool to pretend he wasn’t the epitome of chaos . wealthy beyond belief meant nothing when his designer clothes still , somehow , frayed along the edges . it came with the territory . being a hoofer meant constantly moving about , and ironed duds rarely stayed perfectly straight after being placed upon the tanned skin of a tornado and that was what he was ; a tornado , always spinning .
or perhaps she was referring to his personal life . his history , a right pigsty , was a mess that couldn’t be cleaned . it was also the only reason his smile wavered ( if only for a second ) . he tried to be better , but to be better would imply there was something wrong with him in the first place , and fuck if his pride wouldn’t let him take that hit .
“ ooooohhh , ” he cooed , a tsk tsk tsk soon falling from his mouth . “ don’t stand there and pretend you don’t love it. “ his grin remained intact as he leaned forward , looking back and forth as if to trade a secret meant only for them . “ i’d be so boring otherwise ... then you’d never talk to me . and what kind of world would it be if i didn’t have ms. black to fix my collar ? ”
“ two it is . ” he turned to the bartender , offering a nod before also requesting his usual . he didn’t respond to what she said next , instead choosing to look away . he didn’t know how it worked : empathy . he knew enough , the bare minimum really , but he never felt the pressure to actually conform . never felt the pressure to take someone else’s wants into consideration over his own . although maybe pressure wasn’t the right word . desire . there it was . beddie never wanted , of his own volition , to make another person feel comfortable .
he would drink , smoke , curse , do whatever the hell he pleased . and if someone didn’t like it ? they could leave . no skin off his bones . but he didn’t want her to leave . he wanted her stay right there , with him .
it must have been his age . he was getting older ( the damn horror ) . same thing was happening with lori . who was he to worry so much ? it was a disaster . “ how have you been , hmm ? step out of my sight for a couple days , you might as well be a stranger . is this the part where i introduce myself ? give you a charming smile , and wonder why the hell they’re putting the sun in such a dark , dark lounge ? ” he paused , his impish smirk returning as he took hold of his recently delivered drink .
“ feels a bit counterproductive to me , ” he chuckled before taking a sip . “ but i’m serious , des . catch me up . i hate being out of the loop . ”
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' nancy ‘ !
who: @bcdluhm !
where: ciro’s nightclub !
❝ haven’t seen you around town in a while . it’s . . . good to see you back , bedlam dear . you know how the camera loves you . ❞ they’d been young , younger at least , when they’d first had the chance to share the golden spotlight . she’d enjoyed the experience , of course , it was nice working with someone with skill . on camera , their chemistry was marvellous - off camera , far from .
❝ any big plans now that you’ve returned to the fold ? i hear mr . brooks and mr . swift are both preparing to produce musicals in the fall . ❞
' beddie ’ !
she was too posh . too pristine . beddie often wondered how long she spent getting ready , plucking hairs and abusing hair spray . he grimaced , forcing his hand to stay on the table and not toss his drink over her beautiful , not-a-wrinkle-in-sight ensemble . there were too many people , and god , would they absolutely hate for him to ruin their favorite work of art with his glass of bourbon . he didn’t dislike her . he just wanted to see what she was truly like . he wanted to know what remained beneath whatever mask she was wearing .
or maybe it wasn’t a mask . maybe she was just a snooty woman who used the term ‘darling’ unironically . jesus , working with her on that film did nothing to answer his questions . she might as well have been a stranger . perhaps he should kiss both her cheeks to really sell the illusion .
“ is it ? ... good ? ” he smirked , taking a sip of his drink before narrowing his gaze . beddie would be the first to admit , while they didn’t get along as well as they could , the two shared an on-screen presence that wasn’t easily replicated . she was talented and talent mixed with unparalleled beauty was a combination made for hollywood .
“ nancy , you know i love to dance ... but not so much in conversation . s’boring . bland , really . so let’s just , ” miming the gesture of taking off a band-aid , he clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth , “ rip it off . ” he leaned forward , resting both elbows on the table as he interlocked his fingers . “ i have heard of those musicals , and i’ve got auditions lined up . i want you to join me . i want back in , and you deserve more recognition than you’ve been given . “
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your girl mmaaayyy be wanting a second character. OOPS WE’LL SEE. gotta see if i have self control
also??? i went and downloaded a dating app and im in way over my head? im so stressed? how do people do this?? like i have 15 new messages and im gonna crawl into a hole and just be single for the rest of my life?? this isn’t fun. dating is supposed to be fun, right?
EDIT: also imma work on my replies. if anyone wants a thread or connections, just hmu <3
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' desdemona ‘ !
“yeah? i’m a lil bit mysterious that way, huh?” desdemona asked with a knowing twinkle in her eye. after the success they’d seen collaborating together, she knew bed well enough on a personal level to guess his true thoughts and intentions. she knew it bothered him when she disappeared, growing too focused on ‘making a difference’ in the world to check in with anyone she considered important. a smile grew on her lips as she noticed his smug grin. she intimidated most men so to see something other than nervousness or anger directed at her was intriguing. letting him buy her a drink felt a little too friendly, but after a second of pause she accepted. “only if you let me fix your collar, you doggone fool,” she chuckled, turning in and adjusting where he had just slipped his glasses, mussing the fold of his shirt in the process. she straightened it chastely as she could, but the tension between them was ever-present, making her eerily aware of every brush of skin that caused her soft manicured fingertips to brush his skin. she didn’t linger though, knowing better. instead, she cleared her throat and resumed their conversation, “you know, if someone told me as a lil girl i’d be in the same lounge as a white man, and that he’d be bein’ me a drink … i woulda told them they’re plum out they minds.”
' beddie ‘ !
it seemed bedlam novak , of dancing stardom , adored that which made it difficult to breathe . he was a masochist in that sense . or perhaps it was a simple reminder of how beautiful life was ? bleh . who the fuck cared about the reasoning ? all that mattered was that desdemona could be found on that list ( followed by cigarettes and intense dance routines ; anything that made him lose his breath ) . and it happened every damn time she walked into a room , because suddenly it wasn’t big enough anymore . she consumed every nook and cranny .
and then she toyed with his collar , nails casually brushing his skin as if she didn’t know what it did to him . quite frankly , he was seconds from taking her right then and there ... but the thought alone seemed offensive . she was not a rock you skipped across a lake . she was a diamond that deserved to be polished and admired . and the fact he recognized such a thing disappointed him even more . he wasn’t there to pick flowers and fall at the feet of a powerful woman . he wasn’t there to
what the fuck was he doing there ?
“ well , isn’t that a thing ? ” he teased , eyes fully dilated as he ignored the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach . he always did that ; ignored the warning signs whenever des was around . “ me being a mess . never seen that before . ” a subtle frown soon surfaced , the man disappointed in the loss of heat as she lowered her hand . it took everything , all the self control he could muster not to grip her wrist and keep it there .
he was uncharacteristically quiet for moment . it was the way he shifted in position , shoving his hands into his pockets with a creased brow that suggested he was less than confident . he never thought of consequences . beddie lived in a world where he was given everything on a silver platter . very rarely did he realize others did not share that same luxury . “ have i done it again ? made another mess ? ” he chuckled breathlessly , all humor absent as he tilted his head to the side . “ ‘cause maybe it’s me who’s out of his head ... to demand such a thing of you . and in public , no less . ” with his gaze narrowed , often falling to study the curve of her lips , he leaned forward . “ but if you’re okay with it , then screw ‘em . ”
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he held a cup in each hand , walking slowly as to not spill the liquid over the rim . without really trying , beddie glided across the floor ; he never walked , only floated . were he a victim of his own narcissism , he would liken himself to jesus but thankfully , he never did . if not to keep his ego in check , the bastard always had a severe weakness for wine .
and disappearing for three days at a time .
“ alright , birdie , ” he mumbled in concentration , the questionably sexist nickname falling casually from his upturned lips . “ careful . it’s hot . ” setting both mugs down , he took his place beside her on the couch before pausing . with a furrow of his brow , he fought the urge to laugh . “ tea is supposed to be hot , right ? or am i grasping at straws ? c’mon , birdie ... y’know i’ve always been the hostess with the leastess . ”
“ ... which begs the question : to what do i owe the pleasure ? ” // @lorifm
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beddie, do you miss being at the top?
“ do me a favor , yeah ? ask me if i miss breathing . i belong where i belong and it just so happens , i belong on top . ”
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Favorite way to unwind ?
“ a nice bath . some lovely bubbles with a couple candles and ... oh hell , just give me a glass of scotch . that’s all i need . doesn’t even need to be scotch , just get me some alcohol . ”
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How has hollywood treated you so far ?
“ hollywood is a dirty , dirty mistress . she is elusive . she is addictive . she is possessed ; her head rolls backwards , and she speaks in tongues while her eyes bleed black . this woman is psychotic and she treats me and everyone around her like trash . but jesus we keep coming back for more , don’t we ? ”
“ hollywood could step on me , and i’d ask for the sharp heel first . ”
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