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𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 to seat, comfortable wanting to have something strong to drink. Her gaze met his, as she chuckled when he repeated her words. ❛ I don’t know, I mean there’s a few things going on, and it’s stressing me out. ❜ She told him, as she waved timidly to the waiter stop by their booth. ❛ I’m having issue at work, you know I work at BBC channel, and I’m meteorologist. After that unfortunate video about my intimacy my life changed upside down. My boss wanted to fire me, but that’s the second time he said that because the first when he found out my father was a president of Italy or well new elected president. This is the first time he wanted to fire me. My reputation after the video is gone… So he wanted to fire me for that but the rating increase with me on air especially after the video. Nobody is taking me serious anymore. I’m just tired of everything y'know? ❜ She confessed, when the waiter came to her table she automatically asked Negroni, one of her favorite cocktails. ❛ I’m just tired of being threaten of being fired, and I got an audition for a movie the other day. It wasn’t in my plan… Although I never went further with that because of my privacy and because of my father. The relationship with my family is getting worst. ❜
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If there was one person who deserved a big, strong drink, it was Bluebell. She had been put the through the ringer lately and Timmy wasn't even sure how she was navigating it. Somehow, she was managing. It was truly impressive. If he were in her shoes, he wouldn't be doing anything and he would just hole himself inside until everything blew over. Sure, Timmy loved the spotlight and the attention but there was even a limit for him. And he was pretty sure Bluebell's life was his limit.
His lip curled up as she explained more of what was going on and he shook his head, "Shit." He sighed out and turned his head as the waiter came over. Immediately, his eyes dragged over the man and he smiled, "Surprise me with something strong. Get one for yourself too." Timmy said then watched the waiter walk away. He had to physically pull himself back to the conversation and his eyes widened, "A movie?!" Timmy asked, "Well that's great! You can't complain about something like that, can you? What movie? What's the role?"
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𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 had a busy day, trying to settled from her crazy schedule after a trip and much for her surprised she is booked for another short trip. She started her day early in a the studio of BBC, recording one more episode about the weather of the day, after that she headed to two photoshoot, a meeting and this is when she was texting her ex husband in between the middle of her crazy life. Literally, she just changed her clothes but remained with the hair and make-up from the session of photoshoot. She is always there for him whenever he needs, although part of her was lowkey hiding from him when the tape released. Everything is so awkward now, but she get over it and made it clear she would show in public places since Halloween. The Italian blonde would do anything for Timmy… They’re close friends per say… Once her driver dropped her on the place he indicated, and waved at him awkwardly when he spotted her, dearest ex husband. She hugged him warmly. ❛ And we will! I can’t resist that pout, don’t do that!❜ She laughs a little, letting her dimples appearing on her cheeks from giggling genuinely. ❛ I had better days that’s for sure. I’m just… I don’t know how to describe. How about you?❜
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Timmy immediately returned the blonde’s hug and he rubbed her back as she did so. She really was his best friend and he couldn’t ask for a better one. After their weird Vegas mishap, they had really grown close. She was there for him when no one else would be. He’d drop just about anything he was doing for her and he was pretty sure she would do the same for him, “I’m fine, I’m fine.” He said, waving his hand dramatically as he leaned forward onto his elbows, glancing around the bar. Hopefully the server would be over soon because he needed a strong, strong drink.
Turning his gaze back to her, he spoke up again, “Why can’t you describe it?” He asked with a furrow of his brow, “Bluebell Madonna at a lack of words. Doesn’t seem right.” Timmy smiled, “Do tell. You can figure it out. I promise.” He laughed quietly, eager to hear about this indescribable day, “Was it at least a good day?”
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If there was one thing Timothy Blake loved, it was Christmas time. He could perform the Christmas Carol over and over again and never get sick of it. Shit, that was typically what he did around Christmas anyway. It was easy money and literally anyone could get the rights to it because it was so old. So, he didn’t have to worry about paying for that. It really a win-win for him. And when he was asked to perform at Kianna’s charity event, he was more than happy to do it. He could perform the play, sing some other Christmas carols and call it day. It sounded great to him.
Stepping inside the building for the fundraiser, his hands were burrowed deep within his jacket and he smiled the moment he saw Kianna wandering towards him, “Hello, hello!” He grinned, “Of course, makes sense. As long as I have a stage, I’m happy.” Timmy joked, even though it was the god honest truth. He was happiest up there. But, he could find joy really anywhere nowadays, “Where do you want to talk?” He asked, taking off his jacket and throwing it over his arm with a smile.
☆゚*·゚IT’D BEEN A while since Kianna held a fundraiser, or a party, or any kind of charity event. These were always her favorite, and quite honestly, allowed her to share her passion for food with the world. She’d been organizing this for the last few weeks now, relying more on her staff than she had in a while. All of them knew how well Kianna not only paid them, but treated them throughout these events. Not only were they allowed breaks if they needed, but all wardrobe was as comfy or fancy as they wanted to be, as long as they kept within the color code. Specific waiters did have to wear a tie or a dress that would set them apart, but she wanted everyone to be happy.
The same went for her performers. She wanted them to keep coming back, and in order to do that, she needed to ensure she had everything they needed or wanted. After book Timmy for her latest event, geared towards the kids and Christmas, she hoped it would all go well. Kianna had heard Timmy perform before and knew it would be wonderful, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t just the slightest bit panicked about whether or not it would all go off without a hitch. When she saw him walk through the door, she practically ran over. “Hey! You’re here! I just wanted to go over everything, check what you needed, and make sure you’re good with how it’ll all work and the pay and all of that.”
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If there was one thing Timothy always made sure to do, it was making time for Bluebell Madonna. She was one of, if not, his best friend and he always wanted to see her. She was lovely, in every sense of the word. And, of course, she was his ex-wife. Sometimes, Timmy thought about that all whole situation, and he would often think how happy his mother would have been if he suddenly showed up at home with a wife. However, Timmy was never interested in a beard. He didn’t need one. He was proud of who he was. And who needed a mother anyway?
After a good twelve hours at work, he shot Bluebell a text pretty much saying they were going out drinking that night. After swinging by his apartment to take a quick shower and change into something a bit flashier, he headed out to their favorite bar. Once there, he looked around for a moment and spotted the blond. Immediately, he bounded over towards her and slid into the booth, “Bluebell, I need a good night.” He said almost immediately, “We gotta have a good night. Promise me.” Timmy pouted a bit dramatically before he laughed, “But really,” He grabbed her hand, “You’re a doll for meeting up. How are you?”
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There was nothing Timothy Blake loved more than performing. Sure, yes, his production company was steadily circling the drain and he was terrified it would be taken away from him in an instant... But that didn’t stop him. He still put on shows with his small troupe, and they were fucking good at what they did. Whether it was purely acting or musical, it didn’t matter. He hired the best of the best and he made sure to pay them that. He hadn’t paid his rent for the theater in months. He couldn’t afford the rights to most plays, and he was being threatened with lawsuits left and right... But he had to pay his people.
For the next few weeks, they would be performing Scenes From A Marriage and tonight was the opening night. Timmy stared as Johan, of course (he didn’t have to pay himself). He was beaming ear to ear after the show wrapped and he found himself at the bar afterwards, wanting a celebratory drink. He ordered himself a whiskey sour and leaned his back against the bar, watching the patrons, attempting to figure out their feelings just by their expressions. It was one of his favorite things to do after a show.
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Name: Timothy ‘Timmy’ Blake
Age: 32
Birthday: June 13th
Zodiac: Gemini
Occupation: Broadway actor and Broadway production company owner
Hometown: Albany, New York
Current Location: Theater District, Manhattan, New York
Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship status: Single
TW: Homophobia
Timothy Blake was born on a warm summer day in Albany, New York. His parents were Marisha and Daniel Blake and he was the youngest of three.
His father was raised as an atheist and remained that way his whole life. Whereas Marisha was born into a highly religious family. Timmy never really understood how his parents stayed together but something worked for them.
From a pretty young age, Timothy knew he wasn’t like the rest of the boys around him. He didn’t think too much about it until he was in middle school and was enrolled in an all boys school. It was then when he really realized that, yeah, he had no interest in girls. From what he what he knew and what his mother would tell him, that wasn’t normal, so he chose to keep it to himself as long as he possibly could.
When he was seventeen, he finally old his older sister that he was gay and asked her not to tell their parents. He wasn’t ready for that yet. She feigned support for her baby brother and he thought that would be that.
Not a week later, his mother approached Timothy and confronted him about his sexuality and essentially told him that she wouldn’t allow him to live under their roof unless he did something about his sexuality and chose to change it. Timothy explained to his mother that wasn’t how it worked and he couldn’t just change it, but she didn’t want to listen to it. His father tried to explain it to Marisha as well, but nothing would work. Not wanting to cause a rift between his parents, he moved out the day after he graduated from high school.
Timmy moved to New York City, knowing that was exactly where he wanted to be. He had been in several plays and musicals in Albany and he knew that he wanted to pursue Broadway professionally. Being accepted into college for performing arts, he began that journey.
After graduating, Timmy landed audition after audition and booked quite a few roles, getting his name out there slowly but surely. After several years of doing that, he determined that he wanted to open his own production company. He just wasn’t sure where to start. But the idea was there and that was all he needed.
After a few more years of planning, himself and his best friend opened up Blake and Company and they were able to start producing their own productions (that Timothy was going to star in).
Currently, he is still working on his production company (which is, admittedly, in the hole and not doing very well) but Timmy would never admit that anyone.
Fun facts:
Timmy got married in Vegas to Bluebell Madonna after a drunken escapade there. They went there on a trip together with some mutual friends and after many drinks and bad ideas, the two wound up married. Obviously, it didn’t work out and they got divorced shortly after. However, they’re still close friends and Timothy goes to Bluebell for anything he could need.
He cannot stand the rain. It just bums him out to the highest degree and he often stays inside, curled up in bed when it rains for more than a few hours.
He is terrified of cats. Absolutely terrified. There’s really no good reason for it. He just panics whenever they’re around. Timmy can watch them on TV and things like that, but when they’re in person? Absolutely not.
Timmy is a vegetarian. He attempted to be vegan but it was too hard. So, he sticks with being a vegetarian.
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Ex-boyfriend(s) (good, bad, everything in between)
His first and only girlfriend
Hookup(s)
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