bad lands.

when a man is getting better he understands more and more clearly the evil that is still left in him. when a man is getting worse he understands his own badness less and less. a moderately bad man knows he is not very good: a thoroughly bad man thinks he is all right. this is common sense, really. you understand sleep when you are awake, not while you are sleeping. you can see mistakes in arithmetic when your mind is working properly: while you are making them you cannot see them. you can understand the nature of drunkenness when you are sober, not when you are drunk. good people know about both good and evil: bad people do not know about either.

[bcwiic]

💬 sms to hadley.

HADLEY: WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME THIS IS VERY ALARMING

HADLEY: ok but you have to come with me i hate going out alone :c what's the point in it

BOWIE: bc i'm super duper proud of you!!!!

BOWIE: are u sure?? i don't wanna ruin ur fun

[bcwiic]

🌙💫 texts: november.

november: uh no like on your phone when you just moon someone and they have no idea

bowie: moon someone ??? y would ya wanna do that :/

[inkedyank-blog]

             ‘   look,   no offense but i am not a fucking shrink —  ’

[bcwiic]

------ he blinks at the other, mouth falling open slightly. had he been talking that much? he hadn’t meant to. “oh! i...well, i’m sorry. remind me to keep my work stories to myself.”

[bcwiic]

💬 sms to open.

HADLEY: HELP i need to decide whether to go out tonight or not. i don't have work until tomorrow afternoon but i also am a little under the weather but DOUBLE also i kinda want to celebrate getting this part i was really wanting

HADLEY: looking for company and opinions SOS

BOWIE: GO OUT NOW !!!!!!

BOWIE: CELEBRATION IS KEY

BOWIE: WORRY ABT BEIN SICK LATERZ

[bcwiic]

🌙💫 texts: open.

november: is there a life hack where you can mute people irl?

november: @ science ??? I'm waiting

bowie: i'd imagine that would b v...sad for the person bein' muted

bowie: it's like when ur muted on ft n u know ur being muted

[bcwiic]

scntinos:

It shouldn’t be any different from the hundreds of other times he’s done his diva power ballad performance at the diner. There’s a decent number of customers sitting at the scattered booths and tables, chattering pleasantly in between acts. Live entertainment was often what the people came to see – the American style food was an added bonus. As his jazzy cue plays on the piano – the opening chords to Aretha Franklin’s Ain’t No Way – Sunny slinks his way onto the stage, his sequin lined white suit coat catching the stage lights in just the right ways to draw the last few audience members attention. There’s a smattering of applause which makes him smile. He’s got a whole set; if they clapped every time he did something as minimally impressive as walk on stage, they’d hardly have their hands free for the diner grub. Dainty fingers caress the old fashioned style microphone, intimately bring it to his lips to begin his singing. It’s all routine. It shouldn’t be any different. “Ain’t no way… for me to love you,” he croons smoothly, eyes half lidded as he settles into the song with ease. Some part of him wishes he’d have closed them completely – then he wouldn’t have seen Bowie sitting in one of the prime booths for viewing of the singer’s stage. Bowie. It isn’t that Sunny’s been avoiding him (okay, yes, he’s been avoiding him but not actively), they’re just in a different time now. A different place. Against his will, Sunny can’t seem to take his eyes off his ex, even as he sings about his duty to ‘help and love a man.’ Shit.

------ he can't take his eyes off of sunny as he performs, and it's as if he's a toddler watching his favorite program, eyes glued to the television in awe. the way his body moves is so natural, and it's like he's born for the stage. it's also not helping that a million questions seem to be floating through bowie's mind at this point because. okay. sunny is looking directly at him, and it's making his knees go weak. he obviously recognizes him too with the way he's staring how could he not? it's the same stare he gave bowie all those years ago when he serenaded him in private, and while there are a heavy amount of people in the diner, bowie feels as though he and sunny are the only two truly there. he licks his lips in thought, brushing a piece of his blonde hair back shakily. he's nervous. sunny's eyes pierce through him like his body is jello, and he swears he can feel himself levitate a bit from the euphoric feeling. to have sunny’s eyes on him once more in a fond way...it’s everything he’s wanted, and it takes him back to the fond memories of paris, the two of them laughing and roaming together. almost against his will, he keeps quiet for the performance, the way the other’s voice captivates every single person is so daunting that the diner is completely silent; a pin could drop and it would be easily heard. once it wraps up, however, he’s stuck with the prospect of approaching him. he weighs his options for a good two minutes before deciding it’s now or never and bouncing up from his seat before his ex can scurry off. “sunny!” he greets with his ever so charming smile and tilt of the head. “your performance was great...as always.” his tone switches from bright to bashful at this point. 

[bcwiic]

i have to go out for a bit, but when i get back i’ll be setting up my baby ramona’s blog n replying to people on here and there !! love u all lil petals

[bcwiic]

------ he’s not sure what he’s expecting as wanders into the dimly lit bar, patrons everywhere, munching on their greasy food with the utmost delight. a flyer remains in his hand, clutched tightly as if he’s afraid to let it go. since arrive in brighton, sunny had made haste to seem to avoid the blonde, but there was no way he could run this time. after all, he was one of the main performers, and it’d be rather unprofessional for him to leave. a diabolical plan is not something bowie had been considering for the day, but once he had found the flyer whilst walking around the pier, he knew he had to see him. his eyes wandered over to the black stage as he found himself a booth fairly close to the front, itching to see the boy perform. for ages, he had been relying on his memory of the other singing beautiful melodies, too terrified to come to the diner to see him until now. he didn’t know why, but a feeling of confidence hung over him like sunlight after clouds parted, illuminating every fiber in his body. he was visibly nervous as he awaited for the other to take the stage, his thoughts clouded with visions of just how he’d look once his pretty eyes landed upon bowie’s. would he be happy? angry? there was no telling with him, really. the realization made him fidget harder in his seat, fingers clutching at his jeans desperately.

@scntinos

[hadlcy]

A sunny day at the Brighton Pier during the summer is as crowded as it sounds. Hadley finds himself submerged comfortably in a large group of people hanging about outside of the arcade, though he suspects that a lot are just overflow from the line into the ice cream shop. He had the early shift at the diner this morning, and while there had been a fair few people that came in (there’s always a steady flow during tourist season), it had still been too slow to satiate his need for socialization. Plus there was the whole doing his job thing that got in the way, which yeah, can be a bit of a bummer when all he wants is to talk. He’s got sticky hands from the melting of his own ice cream over his fingers, but he ignores it, napkin already crumple up into a ball in his second hand. It’s pretty much a miracle that he finds a free place on a bench to plop himself down next to somebody, so he considers this his lucky day as he turns to address them with a large smile on his face. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Tumbles somewhat awkwardly from his mouth, followed up close by, “you like plays, right? Like, musicals.”

[bcwiic]

------ he’s humming along to the sound of a far off band playing on the pier when he’s approached by hadley, and really, the other couldn’t of came at a better time. it had been a rather long day at work, and while he enjoys the emporium to no end, it’s a bit daunting to walk around for hours to take care of the flowers. normally he wouldn’t complain -- he’s never been a complainer by any means -- but there’s this shooting pain in his lower back, and it hurts to walk. deciding to shake it off, he wandered here after work, plopping down on a nearby bench to take a much needed break. his blue hues drift over to the curly haired boy, eyes flashing with delight; it’s always a pleasure to see him, and he’s suddenly wishing he brought a flower for him because he knows how much he likes the flowers. after all, it’s how the fast friends met in the first place. “’tis beautiful, mate,” he muses in wonder, tilting his head back to close his eyes for a moment and let out a loud sigh in contentment, body readily relaxing against the wood surface of the bench. at his question, his eyes snap up, and he’s giving his friend and expectant look. “are you really asking me that, had? of course i love musicals. why?”

[novembeir]

While loathe to admit it, the dainty male was starting to regret coming to the store alone. He was now familiar with the times it would be somewhat empty and organised his trips that way, however, he was in desperate need of more Titanium White if he was going to get a few hours of decent work in on his mural tonight and hadn’t managed to go to the shops earlier after being held up at work. One thing was for sure. The owner’s carefree attitude betrayed nothing of how much actual work managing the parlour was. Embarrassment was already making heat lick at the sides of his neck, but he kept his expression stony as he stepped onto the step ladder and reached across the shelf for the paint can he needed only — only, his fingers just about manage to brush against the edge of it, the can pushed right at the back. 

With a groan, he attempted to pull himself up further, getting on the toes of his boots as he leaned up further and tried again. After pushing himself quite a bit, he managed to move the can towards the edge so he could easily grab it. The strain and force of it led to four things happening very quickly in a matter of seconds. The first was his foot accidentally kicking away the step ladder, sending it flying across the aisle. His hands immediately moved to grip onto the edge of the shelf, his chin coming down hard against the wood with a painful smack. Next, the paint can came tumbling down, too, narrowly missing his face and falling with a resounding crash onto the ground instead, its lid popping off as white paint poured out of his belly. Finally, he lost his balance, falling backwards and onto the ground in a puddle of lily white paint — but not before falling into someone who had also been browsing the aisle and sending them to the floor too.

It hurt, when he fell, it’s not that it didn’t. In fact, for a second, he even thought he saw cartoon birds rotating his head and stars shooting to the front of his eyes. It hurt, but the shame somehow hit him tenfold, his pale face turning red as he lifted his hands to his face to cover them. “I’m sorry,” He managed to groan out at the person he’d fallen against before forcing his body up, his head immediately throbbing in protest. “Are you okay?”

[bcwiic]

------ he wasn’t one to frequent art stores, really, but these days anything seemed like an adventure to him. just clocking off work, he had stumbled across the quaint shop, and by some force of nature, he was called to come in -- perhaps it was the insane amount of colors that seemed to dance in his eyes the longer he looked at them. the blonde had always had a fascination with things of bright, simplistic nature, and naturally, an art store seemed to do just the trick. plus, he felt like he could identify with the majority of the material in the store what with his passion for fashion -- rhyme intended -- because how different could art and fashion be? the way the colors on paintings cascaded across the canvas closely resembled the way the stitches of his designs seemed to flow together like a perfect path way.

however, despite all of this, he isn’t quite sure what he’s looking for once he does wander in almost clumsily, arms wrapped around his chest as if for a protection blanket. he’s getting funny looks -- probably because he looks proper frightened by all of the foreign material right at his finger tips, and he swears that he doesn’t mean to knock into the shorter boy because -- okay. once again he isn’t looking where he should be, and once again it causes him to make a seen, his foot stumbling directly into the other’s space, knocking them both off balance. he resembles a giant as a takes a tumble to the ground, his lanky form almost flailing as he searched for something to grab on to.

a groan falls from his lip once his bum hits the floor, and he’s finally looking up at the other at this point, rubbing at his face in embarrassment it hide the flush that littered his cheeks rather pathetically. “jesus christ, i’m so sorry... i --,” he takes a moment to breathe and calm down, yet he can feel his hands shaking as eyes train to the two of them. “i swear i didn’t mean to. the real question is are you okay?” his eyes are flooded with worry as he sizes him up.

[jcyton-deactivated20180219]

Working as a receptionist at the hotel was slightly exhausting. She was the person that everyone saw when their first walked into the hotel - that besides the person who often opened the door for them. She was the person who was supposed to give the hotel a good first impressional. A lot of times when people would first walk up to her to check in, they’d be tired. It was a hotel after all. Some guests were great while some were a piece of work. Xiomara would never tell anyone the real reason she worked there; it would be a secret for now. After a long shift, she clocked out, changed out of her work clothes and made her way through Brighton. She pulled her camera out of her purse and started taking a few pictures, purposely taking shots of other people so she could try to keep tabs on them. It’s been a year since she’s been at Brighton, but she’s still wanting to know everything about everyone. It’ll get her in trouble one day, but she’s not too concerned right now.

[bcwiic]

------ eyes cast downward, he isn’t exactly looking where he’s going as he trudges through the city of brighton, his home of two years. the blonde is lost in a train of thoughts that seem to edge on his sluggish, zombie like movements, and it’s as if his brain was working a mile a minute with the way his brows were furrowed, bottom lip tugged into his mouth -- a nervous habit he developed some time after coming home from france. bowie can’t quite make out the steps he’s taking seeing as he’s not entirely focused on walking, so whenever he bumps into the other, it shocks him into a wide eyed glance, mouth forming into an ‘o’ shape. the two didn’t clash hard, but they might as well have with how he was sputtering his apologies, hands raised in surrender. “oh my goodness, i am so sorry! it’s all my fault -- i wasn’t looking where i was going,” he confessed, and really, it’s not that big of a deal, but he’s got a lot on his mind, so he might as well have murdered her family.

[bcwiic]

hi, all! i am going out to eat for a bit, so i’m going to log out -- but whenever i come back, i’ll be responding to starters!

[bcwiic]

------ hELLO !! my name is savanna (sav, if you wanna b cute w me), i’m 18, and i reside in the cst timezone (holla) !! i prefer the pronouns she/her. i like memes, harry styles (who doesn’t), doggos, and makin’ new friends !! i’m so so so so so so excited to be here and to be playing my lil baby bowie :P as per usual, if you wanna plot w me, you can either like dis here post, and i will come 2 you -- or you can slide into my dms !! under the cut is some stuff about him, though his full bio is HERE and wanted plots HERE.

bowie was born in coventry, uk to two lil hippies

however, he was quite sheltered his entire life because his parents were kind of reformed from their bad habits and didn’t want him to follow in their footsteps ?? and his grandparents on his mother’s side were hella strict and controlled most of the money, so because of that too he wasn’t allowed to do very much

due to this, he was very introverted up until he took a foreign exchange program to france during his final two years of high school in order to study fashion

there he met SUNNY aka his moon and his stars, and sunny basically helped him to open up and embrace his inner feelings -- though the relationship was cut short whenever the other fled from france to brighton

naturally, bowie was heartbroken BUT he wasn’t keen on giving up, so after returning to coventry and finishing his education at the local university, he set out to find sunny, learning he was in brighton by word of mouth

so he’s been here for abt two years and works at poppy’s emporium as a caretaker (he loves flowers so much !! lil happy bean)

he is basically vvv naive due to being sheltered, and he harbors social anxiety from it, so whenever he’s in a difficult situation, he’s basically forced to freeze

however, he’s very talkative and nice, wears his hear to on his shoulder

HE’S ALSO THE FIRST MALE MEMBER OF AN ALL WOMEN’S BOWLING TEAM CALLED THE PINK LADIES ??? yeah that’s a thing i did

[blytthe]

[armie-hammer]

[lovestory]

[lisbon]