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It has been so long since I drew the OG juice because he's difficult .
But I love him. A lot. Gnarly husband.
Three times in a row must be SPOKEN unBROKEN
We finally got this scene in high quality ive never felt more alive
u know that video is at the curtain call right? its actually the actors talking to each other?
Ahhh yes. Someone who can't seem to use proper english and have to resort to text speech.
To answer the question, yes I bloody know it was curtain call. Two, as an actress myself I know for a fact that actors do talk to each other. But I also know for a fact that sometimes they stay in character even during curtain call. That's called method acting which Brightman is known for.
Just because it is curtain call doesn't mean that my little shipping heart shouldn't see this as a shipping moment. I see them not as Alex and Presley in this video but as Beej and Lydia.
And you can't make me change my mind.

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Stupid ramble
Sometimes I have to remind myself that even when I am struggling to even be creative that I am worth it. I gotta find away to get my personal critic and demons to leave me alone. I also got to remind myself that idols can be demons in disguise.
Maybe one day I’ll be able to write and be creative again.
Gets me every time.
Plus look at that look Beej is looking at Lyds. My heart
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It wasn't the cold that woke up her up silently, driving her into a sheer panic. It was the living warmth from her own body. The sheets and blanket trapping the warmth of her living body that caused it. He was gone leaving her warm, alive and remembering that she wasn't like him. It was an odd sensation not feeling the chill of him beside her, the feeling now ever so familiar... so desired.
She was naïve to believe that she could go back home and live her life knowing that she didn't belong there. She was too odd. Too strange and unusual to be deemed inside a normal society. To be honest, she didn't really belong in the Neitherworld either. She was a living flower inside of a dead garden, only wanting to be like the rest of them too. She was alive but she was also dead inside.
Her tough exterior only hid the silent stench of death. Years of torment only made her invisible, killing her slowly and softly until she was just harden shell of what she was and what she could've been. Death would be the end of silent suffering and perhaps she would finally belong somewhere... perhaps finally live and not be some outcast of the living and the dead. What would it take to throw in her hand and redraw?
After suffocating her thoughts by running her fingers against the empty side of the bed...feeling the dull ache of his missing presence. Lydia forced herself up to bathe and to dress herself in an outfit she found all too familiar. Her mind without thought, she dragged herself into the library and drowned herself in an old book retelling the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice.
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The passage of time worked differently in the Neitherworld, but if he had to guess it had been about a day since he had seen Lydia. He easily could have gone after her, but it didn’t seem important. She wanted to go home and Beetlejuice knew that from the very beginning. Why it seemed like it was a surprise when she said it again, he had no idea. Had he really expected her to change her mind?
Sex didn’t really mean anything to him, so it wasn’t like what they did changed anything in him. He felt the same. Maybe a little more pissed off, but violent moodswings were what he was known for.
Beetlejuice spent his time since their last encounter by sticking his nose in any book he could get his hands on. Easily distracting himself from everything that had happened the day before. Though whether it was actually a decent enough distraction since he was actually trying to find Lydia a way back to her own realm…it wasn’t important.
The book he currently was absorbed in mentioned his mirror multiple times, but nothing about it having any sort of property to transport someone between realms. There had to have been some extra magic involved, but it was difficult to tell if those answers were going to be answered in his home. Sighing heavily, he took his glasses off his face and rubbed the corners of his eyes. Everything had become so difficult. Being around a woman had never been this hard for him, so why was she so different? Not that it really mattered anymore. She didn’t want to get “attached to him” or whatever the hell that meant. It was probably for the best anyway.
“Pretty sure yer peace is screwed fer good. Ain’t gonna letcha do much of anything from now on.”
Beetlejuice sneered at her insitance for that bath, taking a moment to think about it before a wickedly grand idea came to mind. “Tell ya what.” He paused, placing a couple kisses along her jaw. “Maybe if yer in fer a round three, I could maybe be tempted.” As long as he was distracted by her, he probably wouldn’t mind getting a little wet. Not like one bath was going to clean of a millennia of moss and grime. The idea of watching her as water caressed her sweet little body more than a little excited him.
He was fairly certain he could have her all day, every day and never get tired of her.
Oh, she would get her peace in the end. No matter how hard if he tried. But that’s if heever wants to see her in his stripes as a more permanent feature again. His little comment still from yesterday rekindling an idea that she was grateful didn’t disappear after their little row.
“Never satisfied aren’t you? You want more and willing to take a bath?” Lydia hummed as she slowly looked up smirking, “Well, if you’re in the mood to negotiate… I want the jacket your wearing today and a formal declaration stating that I successfully got you into a tub. Then I’m all yours, Beej.” She snaked her arms up towards his neck, wrapping them around him pulling herself into a gentle kiss, “like always.”
He chuckled at her comment. “I’m sure you’ll get used to it after a few more good fucks. Did say fuck ya unconscious. Best part ‘bout bein’ dead is I can go as long as you can.”
His eyebrow raised at her demands. “Can have the jacket, but we don’t gotta do shit.” He pulled her tighter against his body, placing a small kiss long her cheek, growling softly. “Yer already mine. Ain’t no goin’ back now.”
Lydia closed her eyes, her body still fighting against the exhaustion as she nuzzled against his neck. Her heart hadn’t stop racing within her chest since she walked back into the library. The mysterious ache in her chest fading the moment he said and if I don’t want ya to leave me alone?
So what did that make them now? They were in that awkward state of being friends with benefits but not really. They weren’t really dating or at least she thought they weren’t. But then again, she never hated a person so much to the point where she wanted nothing to do with them just to turn around to have sex with them and wanting nothing more to be with them.
“So….” she hummed softly nuzzling into neck as she thought about her little outfit for him, “does this mean we’re dating or… what?”
He could feel the way her heart raced, the very sound of it echoing through the dark, silent mansion. Throughout this entire realm, she was the sole source of life that dwelled within it. A large feat for someone so small.
He chuckled, moving his head so that she could continue her exploration. “Dating? I just rocked yer world and ya wanna talk ‘bout dating?”
“Shut up Beetlejuice”
Lydia presses a gentle kiss on his jawline before trailing to his lips. She chuckles softly as she kisses him again before wiggling out his arms and rolling off of him. Still, she couldn’t put herself to leave his side even for a moment. It was going to be impossible to make her outfit if she couldn’t leave. She sighed and curled up against him.
“I was just curious…. we’re not exactly fuck buddies material and we’re in that odd motion of… oh I don’t know… I’ll shut up now.”
He enjoyed the attention. This kind of dutiful love she pressed along his cheeks was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was easy to get lost in the actions, but the warmth that flowed from her thigh as he gripped her kept him grounded.
His curiosity piqued as Lydia struggled to finish her sentence. “Off speak fer yerself. I was practically made of fuck buddy material.” He grinned wildly until she gave up, tucking herself into his arm carefully. “Can be whatever ya want kid. Dunno what all that means, but I dun mind tryin’ if that makes ya happy.”
Lydia glances up, giving him a small tired smile. He didn’t really have to do much to make her happy. It was better than moping around her own bedroom waiting for her life to end or whatever because she wouldn’t be able to go back home. She sat up kissing him as her hands trail slowly down his chest as far as she could reach
“So Daddy tell me…” she nipped at his lips chuckling, “round three now or after the bath?”
The nickname had apparently stuck, causing a wild smile to cross his features as he rolled back on top of her and pressed a hard kiss to her lips. She was going to drive him insane if she kept this up, nevermind that she was already spent to the point if exhaustion.
Trailing kisses back to her neck, he growled against her skin. “Dun see why we can’t do it at the same time, hm?”
Lydia had lost her damn mind. She knew that for sure. It was probably the exhaustion. She was probably delirious. She knew she was well spent in her exhaustion, barely able to keep her eyes open even as her body melted with the trail of kisses against her neck.
She kissed wherever her lips could touch, breathing against his cool skin as she chuckled against him, “Yeah… you’re right. Its killing two birds with one big stone.”
He admired her spunk, but he could tell how exhausted she was. She wasn’t going to be able to keep herself awake for much longer. She had lasted far longer than he had expected her too so he would give her that. Rather than carry her to the bed, he tucked her under the covers, making sure slide in behind her.
“Why don’t we save it. Yer far too gone to do much else. Don’t wanna fuck ya ta death.” He snickered. “Not that I would mind the company.”
A soft hum almost like a purr escaped from her as she snuggled against him. Her body surrendering to the exhaustion even though she wasn't ready quite yet to give in. It was the downside of being alive she guessed. Never being able to truly live when its required to sleep one third of her life away.
"Hm...you know... if I was... I wouldnt need to sleep." she pointed out, her voice sounding almost childlike as her eyes fluttered shut, "then we can be... together for a while."

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I feel like the holidays have severely dampered my writing. I wish it would be over so I can finally be normal.
I'm sorry that I'm a potato and can't do much. I'm hoping tags and writing will come back soon.
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https://broadwaynews.com/2019/12/16/beetlejuice-brings-attention-to-broadways-stop-clause/
The 2 week stop clause is outdated. Beetlejuice only proves that of you should do a stop clause its if the profits go down for 4 to 6 consecutive weeks.
Beetlejuice should be allowed to stay.
12/8/19
Imagine not shipping beetlebabes when…
you see how just absolutely lost for words he is when he sees her in her dress. Sure, it’s a trick, but why the hell would he have this kind of reaction unless he had some sort of feelings? And I don’t mean chaotic sibling feelings LOL
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You’re free to your opinion, but since when is red not a goth color? Gothic culture is not just centered around black.
Like ship it or not but…that’s not a “I’m shocked you can wear something other than black” face. He’s seen her in yellow before…That’s the face of a man who’s incredibly excited to get married he is literally lost for words.
lol….what???
He didn’t know that the wedding was a trick, so why would he have that much of a visceral reaction to seeing a girl in a wedding dress. I’m sorry, but maybe there’s some kind of mixed messages here, but I’ve seen that look before. Hell, I’ve gotten that look before when I got married.
That’s the face of a man who’s incredibly excited to get married he is literally lost for words.
Like I said, ship it or not ship it, but that face and reaction CANNOT be taken any other way other than his just geniuine happiness. Color’s got nothin’ to do with it, sweetie.
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Clearly you don't know anything about Gothic literature/lifestyle or even color meanings. Just because he had say Lydia in red doesn't mean he knows it's a trick. Color has multiple means: stop, anger, rage, lust... passion
If you're going to say something about colors and meanings. At least look up the facts
In which I gush over beetlejuice’s suit for too many paragraphs
Ok kiddies, enough talk about ship wars, time to do up a thing I’ve been wanting to talk about for a while
If you’ve peeked at my side blog you may already know this, but outside of being a slut for our resident dirty boi I’m a cosplayer and proffesional costumer, so I care Way too much about what characters are wearing and Brightman Beej’s costume is just.. it’s so exquisite and I need to gush about it
At first glance, it may seem like it’s just a recreation of the suit as it’s always been but there are a lot of beautiful subtle details that really make this version shine. Let’s look at the other versions for comparison
Let’s start with Keaton. It’s worth remembering that ketaon’s beetlejuice does *not* wear this suit for a lot of screentime (he actually doesnt have a lot of screentime in the film but even percentage wise). He oscillates wildly into lots of different looks, this is just the one that’s become the most iconic and for good reason. In the film hes specifically wearing this when lydia finally frees him and he raises hell. This is the most well kept hes been in the entire movie to this point, so it gives off kind of a huckster showman/used car salesman vibe. Peep the 37 watches hes wearing for some reason lol. It’s still dirty and dusty, but in comparison to Brightman Beej it’s pretty pristine. This beetlejuice is much more confident and, for lack of a better word, more polished
Now let’s look at animated Beej. The cartoon is really what solidified the idea of the striped suit as being his default outfit. He still wears other outfits when they’re doing a specialized thing or when he shapeshifts into other people like Betty juice, but 99 percent of the time hes a stripey boi. Still with very clean and defined lines.
This is also where purple gets more definitively added to his color scheme. Keaton has the purple around his eyes but that’s pretty much it, animated bj has the addition of the snazzy magenta shirt, plus his skin being purple. This locks in the bj color palette of black, white, purple, and green
Now let’s talk about this little gremlin
Musical meetlejuice is in many ways a cross pollination of his 2 dads. He gets the green hair tint from Keaton, and the subtle purples in his makeup from cartoon beej. But he also has a lot that’s only his
Look again at the stripes on keaton’s suit
Now look at the fabric for Broadway beej
The stripes are dirty, grungy, irregular. His suit is dirtier, there are rips and hanging strings. Brightman beej is a much more insecure, messy character and his stripes reflect this. It gives off a vibe that’s more anarchic punk than showman.
Also look at the difference in fit between the 2 suits. The jacket is less fitted on brightman and the sleeves are so long that in some positions they almost hang over his hands. Combine this with the nail polish, brightman having a baby face (hes also like 10 years younger than Keaton was when he took the role) and it all adds up to make him a more youthful. He looks like a little boy in his dads clothes, which he basically is character wise lol
Another really interesting thing I noticed when watching the boot (its nft and I’m not posting caps from it again and causing another issue lol) is a really neat element they added. Obviously brightman cant do the same level of changes in live theater, and initially I thought it was a trick of the lighting but then I saw this snap of the costume designs and it confirmed it to me
His costume changes color a few times throughout the show! Most of the time his tie and hair is green, but when hes on the roof during invisible reprise (ie when hes sad) that color shifts to purple, and when hes being a full on evil bastard at the exorcism it switches to a red color. He literally wears his feelings on his sleeve and it really beautifully illustrates what a sensitive little puppydog he is.
I just…. guys I love this costume design so dang much

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tfw your dumbass demon bfff gets exorcized
and you gotta dive into The Well of Lost Souls with your ghost parents to bring him back home ugh smh
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