— bea donovan —

DAMAGED people love you like you are a CRIME scene before a crime has even been committed. they keep their RUNNING shoes by their souls every night, one eye OPEN in case things change whilst they SLEEP. their backs are always tense as though waiting to fight a SUDDEN STORM that might engulf them. because damaged people have ALREADY seen hell. and damaged people UNDERSTAND that every evil demon that exists down there was once a kind ANGEL before it fell.

[beadcnovan]

texts —> QueenBee

Johnathan: Well then it seems like we have a plan

Johnathan: And I don't mind being all over each other at a later point

Johnathan: So miss Bea Donovan when shall I pick you up for our first date

Bea: well mister johnathan moore, how does tonight sound??

Bea: my schedule's pretty clear tonight

Bea: how does 7pm sound?

[justanotherrpmeme]

bold which habits your muse has

[beadcnovan]

justanotherrpmeme‌:

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

[beadcnovan]

texts —> QueenBee

Johnathan: Well first we need to send something to bandslam to confirm the speculation

Johnathan: Then we need to go on dates, post pictures on instagram, just couply stuff in public to keep up appearances. Maybe stage a fight every once in a while to stir shit up

Johnathan: We dont have to be all over each other but we have to make it seem like we're really into each other

Johnathan: I know your style so I'm not gonna tie you down so do what or who you want but gotta be careful to not get caught. The whole "cheating" thing can only happen so many times before people get suspicious

Bea: that won’t be hard

Bea: we could go iut to dinner and then take a stroll on the beach for our “first date”

Bea: i have friends at bandslam so i could easily arrange for them to “run into us”

Bea: i wouldn’t mind being all over each other, honestly. further down the line, i mean

Bea: gotta make it believable

Bea: that’s.........fair, honestly

Bea: but you have nothing to worry about

Bea: we can save that for a messy breakup later on

[beadcnovan]

texts —> QueenBee

Johnathan: You make some valid points

Johnathan: Let's do this

Johnathan: But we cant tell anyone we're doing this just to cause shit, if that gets out it won't end well

Bea: i agree, no one can know

Bea: it won't be hard for people to believe we're an item, they're already speculating

Bea: and when you think about it, it makes sense

Bea: so how do we do this?

[beadcnovan]

texts —> QueenBee

Johnathan: I know you would

Johnathan: Wait seriously?

Johnathan: You actually wanna date for the drama of it all?

Johnathan: That was a stupid question nevermind

Johnathan: you know what, sure why the hell not, itd be fun

Bea: sure

Bea: why not?

Bea: we’re teo fun people, we can have a good time and give bandslam some fresh gossip so they can stop talking about ricky and whoever he’s sleeping with this week

[beadcnovan]

texts —> QueenBee

Johnathan: Bea please never say that again

Johnathan: I’d rather eat Satan’s ass than to tell my little brother to change his name to Daddykota

Johnathan: Its be interesting, think of all the drama it could cause. The siblings of band members from seperate bands dating. A real Romeo and Juliet story. Bandslam would eat it up.

Bea: fine, i can tell him myself

Bea: shit, you’re right

Bea: it would be quite entertaining

Bea: fuck it

Bea: lets do it

[beadcnovan]

texts —> QueenBee

Johnathan: Bee, did you see the post on bandslam?

Johnathan: Firstly when did daddykota become a thing and can it not be

Johnathan: Also the whole “wether or not somethings there” thing because I happen to know you?

Johnathan: Maybe we should just date to give bandslam something to talk about

Bea: of course i did, i'm very pleased you're getting the recognition you deserve

Bea: i think it's an appropriate title for him

Bea: tell kody he should legally change his name to daddykota

Bea: bandslam writers tend to assume things to try and fill in the blanks

Bea: jonathan, if you wanted to ask me out all you had to do was ask. you know i wouldn't say no

Bea: perhaps we should

[wtb-bandslam]

I hear dakota has a smokin hot brother in town, do you think he's single?

it’s a known fact that all three NEW NOW guys are hot af, but honestly, johnathan could knock daddykota off of that pedestal we’ve all been putting him on lately. we sure hope he’s single, but we’ve also heard he’s close to unofficial CRASHING CORNERS groupie miss bea donovan. whether or not there’s something there, we’re not sure. we’ll get back to you on that.

@yourelookingfordakota @beadcnovan

[beadcnovan]

BEATRICE DONOVAN → TINDER PROFILE.

[beadcnovan]

text → bea & nate

NATE: fuck off you have no right to tell anyone when theyre being dramatic

NATE: it wasnt goddamn outside we were next to my fuckin apartment. ive done that countless times before this without judgment or problem

NATE: are you for serious

NATE: fuck no it wasnt all it was. you obviously dont care about either ricky or myself enough to ask us before you send that shit in for views on a gossip website

NATE: what, is your friend one of your sugar daddies or something and you felt like you owed him something more than nudes

NATE: just fuck off beatrice. im obviously not enough of your friend for you to consider how it might affect me so dont even try to come across the hall when ricky throws you out

NATE: also you owe me like sixty bucks for all the weed youve smoked at my place since you got here

BEA: still a pretty public space. it's not my fault you were too pissed to notice me there.

BEA: you're right, i don't. you're both alright people, but don't confuse me for someone who cares too much. i can't believe you were naive enough to think i cared.

BEA: we had some good times. don't fool yourself into thinking it was anything more than that. don't make me laugh.

BEA: yes, actually. you say that like it's supposed to offend me. try again.

BEA: i'll venmo you $75. which i got from your picture, so consider it your cut. buy yourself something pretty.

[beadcnovan]

text → bea & nate

NATE: beatrice.

NATE: fuck off im not being dramatic

NATE: me sleeping with ricky happened i cant fuckin deny that it did but. dude

NATE: whyd you have to send it in to a gossip rag thats just not cool

BEA: you're absolutely being dramatic

BEA: i didn't know you would make such a fuss about it, you were sucking face out in the open

BEA: look mate i just wanted to help a friend who works for bandslam

BEA: thats all it was

[beadcnovan]

text → bea & nate

NATE: beatrice i've eaten you out multiple times before how could you betray my trust like this

BEA: so i take it you're not done being dramatic yet

[beadcnovan]

benodell‌: 

@beadcnovan

Ben grumbled as he walked into the 7-Eleven. The rain had soaked through his sweatshirt, and it was absurdly late, but this was an emergency. He needed some goddamn cigarettes and beer. He grabbed a six pack of Budweiser from the cooler and plopped it down in front of the cashier. “Can I get a pack of Marlboro’s too?” He asked pulling his debit card from his wallet. That’s when the cashier had to break the news to Ben that his precious cigarettes were out of stock. Ben turned to the girl behind him and scoffed “Can you fucking believe this shit?”

bea stood in line with a 12 pack of pbr, a box of rosé, and a family-sized bag of funyuns. she was supposed to buy a 30 pack of pbr, meant to replace the band’s beers she had chugged through during her stay ( whoops ), but it was their own fault, they should’ve known better than to let her run wild with so much of their hard-earned money. she held her basket in one hand, while holding a slushee with the other one, noisily sipping from it. she hadn’t been paying that much attention to the man in front of her, until she heard the cashier say they were out of marlboro’s, the brand bea was supposed to take back home. ❝ that’s a bloody tragedy, ❞ she responded, but her face didn’t express much despair over the out-of-stock cigs. truth be told, she wasn’t picky. she would smoke anything as long as it had tobacco. ❝ camels aren’t too bad. i’ll take a carton of those. ❞

[mercuryfish]

[wtb-bandslam]

people you love to see interact for drama/etc?

it sure seems like jade and bea have some unresolved conflict, at least from what we’ve heard. whatever the cause, we wouldn’t mind seeing them duke it out in person (side note: our money would be on bea). speaking of bea, did everyone else spot that awkward encounter of hers with mason at the jukebox? we’d love to follow those two and see what else goes down. otherwise, we get a kick out of watching the tension brew between THE NEW NOW fellas; we’re not quite convinced everything is as happy as it seems over in that band. and not to mention, there’s oliver interacting with just about everyone, especially PANDEMONIUM’s very own manager. that oliver, he sure seems to be hiding something…

@beadcnovan, @jadevandermeer, @thenewchet, @dakctxs, @pandemoliver, @ofnikolvi

[beadcnovan]

masongraham‌:

@beadcnovan reacted on discord for a starter!

The Jukebox Cafe was decidedly uncrowded that particular morning, but Mason wasn’t surprised seeing as most people were likely already at work for the day and it was still too early for them to be on their lunch break. He’d been practically forced from his apartment earlier that morning with a demand that he stop cooping himself up inside his room, so Mason had taken up refuge in the cafe instead. While he appreciated the sentiment and worry being expressed towards him, he did have work to finish by the end of the week and so he’d also brought his laptop with him. Currently, he was holed up in one of the booths in the back corner of the cafe, out of the way of any other patrons. 

He’d ordered a coffee – double shot of espresso, he’d been fighting off sleep deprivation for two days already – when he first arrived to keep the staff at bay while he worked. Now, it sat cooling by his elbow barely touched. He’d been so absorbed in his work that the drink was left completely forgotten once he’d gotten started. 

He distantly registered the sound of the cafe door opening, but paid it no attention. He only paused a few minutes later, when he heard a familiar-sounding laugh. Fingers frozen over his keyboard he looked up, glancing around the cafe for the source. It was probably nothing, he was only close with a few people in LA, honestly, but he couldn’t help but feel like he knew this person, this laugh. His eyes caught on a girl standing at the counter, talking to a barista. He blinked several times, as if that would dispel the image. Before his mind could even catch up to what was happening, his mouth was moving, “Bea?” It was said quietly, barely mutter, filled with disbelief. 

She was back in LA?

it was unusual for bea to be awake before noon, even more so to see her out of the house ( since days at crashing corners hq seemed to begin after 2pm ), unless, of course, she never went home in the first place. the evidence was there – the smudged eyeliner, bedhead, wrinkly t-shirt that clearly didn’t belong to her, but had instead been picked up from last night’s companion’s bedroom floor ( it was a few sizes too big, with the words “ certified boob inspector ” written across her chest, and stuffed into a skirt that was too tight, short, and shimmery for the daytime ). bea had just rolled out of some stranger’s bed, and stumbled into the jukebox in her four-inch heels, which had already lost their nighttime luster.

she leaned on her counter, charming her way to a free cup of coffee with a coquettish smile and a generous laugh when the barista offered some sorry attempt at a joke she pretended she hadn’t heard at least a hundred times. her head rolled back, eyes fluttered closed, her hand placed lightly on her chest as an airy chuckle left her lips. she made it into an art. the way she looked at him when her eyes reopened, eyelids heavy as she let out the smallest sigh to punctuate her laugh. it was this or going home, and she still hadn’t learned to work the coffee pot on her own.

while she waited, she caught on to the sound of someone saying her name. although it was soft, only slightly above a whisper, she heard it. the sound came from behind her, so she couldn’t see its source, but she knew that voice. the last time she heard it, it was just like this. she couldn’t see his face either, but she could hear the shock and heartbreak in it. she spun around, and sure enough, there he was. ❝ mason, ❞ she breathed out. the irony of their reunion didn’t escape her. ❝ hi. ❞

[beadcnovan]

even though she was only a guest, and she came and went as she pleased, beatrice felt very comfortable at her brother’s apartment, and it showed. she was quick to make herself at home, her clothes strewn across the living room in a way that made it seem like she always lived there. it was like this every time she visited, but this time was different. this visit wasn’t really a visit at all. this time, her stay in los angeles was permanent, she just had to tell ryan about it. she took advantage of the fact that they were alone to drop the bomb on him. ❝ hey, ❞ she started, playfully pulling a strand of his hair to get his attention. ❝ i’ve got news for you. ❞ [ @rydonovans ]