→ ANGELS.

BECKETT MCKINLEY, TWENTY-THREE, TATTOO ARTIST.

[ofbeckett]

tylermcrgan.

Scanning the area, the blonde pushes the stroller around as she hums a song that had been stuck in her head due to constantly watching a mixture of Moana and Toy Story, and as she finally notices someone, she stops walking, looking over at them with a warm smile on her lips. “I made some cupcakes and ended up making t-too many, would you like one?” Tyler inquires, lifting up the top of the tupperware from Noah’s arms, letting him lift it a bit to show the cupcakes.

          walking was an activity for beckett that always seemed to clear his head. the idea of heading in a direction with no real destination in mind was quite WHIMSICAL, & it didn’t take much for him to be completely immersed in his steps. it wasn’t too often that he got stopped, however, but when he did, he tried his best to be polite --- pulling his headphones from his ears by the wire, eyebrows raised as he glanced between the blonde & the small child constrained in the stroller. ❛ oh, um --- ❜ his eyes finally settled on the cupcakes, mouth hung open. ❛ i - i don’t know --- i mean, are you sure ? i don’t wanna - y’know - i don’t wanna take one, if - if this little guy likes ‘em. ❜

[ofbeckett]

joeyfml.

as a general rule, joey loved walking through the city before taking the l home - it helped him clear his head. after the shift he had, he thought it was more important than usual. he didn’t like dragging the day home with him. when he was home, he didn’t want to think about work. he loved his job, but he would lose his mind if he didn’t separate work from home. he stopped for a second to look down at his phone, looking up to notice someone near by staring at his grey shirt. he glanced down to notice a bit of blood on the shirt, wrinkling his nose, “oh, shit… i promise i’m not an axe murderer. really.”

          nine times out of ten, beckett didn’t intend to STARE --- he was a daydreamer at heart, often getting lost within the space of his own head. the world around him completely forgotten, he slipped away into a world of his own accord ; half the time he didn’t even realize he was doing it, he was simply just letting it be. it was safe to say that now was one of those times, except what made the situation more AWKWARD than beckett could anticipate was the fact that he was zoned out on the convenient patch of blood on the others’ shirt. blinking rapidly to snap himself out of it, he shook his head. ❛ no, no, nonono. ❜ he inhaled deeply, ❛ i wasn’t - i wasn’t --- i didn’t mean to - to, um --- stare. it’s none of my - my business, really. you don’t have to explain. ❜ his gaze finally tore away from the blood & towards the others’ face instead, swallowing thickly. ❛ i --- i’m sorry. ❜

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[ofbeckett]

galaxies & soothe

galaxies: what are 3 things you want to do before you die?

          ❛ i don’t --- i mean - i don’t have, like, a bucket list or anything. i-is that bad ? that’s, uh --- probably. but i just .... i dunno, i don’t --- think about that stuff ? ❜ he thinks for a moment,  a hand coming up to rub the back of his neck.❛ maybe --- go - go to college ? or .... GRADUATE, this time. i’d also .... i guess, wanna to learn more - um - traditional art stuff. like, y’know, watercolor & painting & whatever. ❜ he shakes his head lightly with his bottom lip between his teeth.❛ i don’t --- have a third one. ❜

soothe: what's one thing that always makes you feel better when you're upset?

          ❛ --- DOODLING ! ❜ he smiles, ❛ or, uh --- art, in general, i guess ! it’s just .... y’know, relaxing to me. it’s a nice way to - to get some stuff out of my head ‘cause --- ‘cause words .... like, aren’t my thing. w-writing is --- that’s out of the question. ❜ a small laugh leaves his lips this time,❛ maybe pumpkin, too. she’s good - she’s good at comforting me. ❜

[ofbeckett]

contemplation !

contemplation: if you could wake up one morning and everything in your life was perfect, what would that look like ?

          ❛ um ------ that’s - that’s a HARD question. i guess - uh - i .... maybe --- i would have my own apartment ? & .... a few more cats ? ‘cause - ‘cause pumpkin --- y’know, she needs some friends. maybe --- i dunno, a nice person to do things with ? that k-kinda stuff. ❜

[ofbeckett]

late night self reflective asks 🌙

cosmos: what's one thing you wish you could say to someone you are no longer friends with?

galaxies: what are three things you want to do before you die?

waxing: what is your proudest accomplishment?

waning: what is your biggest regret?

full moon: what type of person do you hope to be?

contemplation: if you could wake up one morning and everything in your life was perfect, what would that look like?

night light: who/what makes you feel safe?

ponder: what do you want to do with your life?

sunset: who is someone you thought would be in your life forever, but you no longer talk to?

midnight: are you a different person late at night than in the early morning?

candle light: are you an indecisive person?

reflection: have you ever changed something you liked about yourself to satisfy someone else?

sweet dreams: are you happy?

nightmare: what are you most afraid of?

constellations: who is someone you could talk to for hours and never stop?

reminder: who is someone you will never forget?

11-11: what's something you want, but feel like you will never have?

shooting star: who is someone you trust to help you make the right decisions?

earth: where do you feel most at home?

soothe: what's one thing that always makes you feel better when you're upset?

slumber: what's one thing that helps you fall asleep when it feels impossible?

[sebiisms]

for beck: what is your favorite place?

honesty hour. 

          ❛ uh — i - i like — i like the tattoo parlor a lot ? if we’re, like — if we’re talkin’ about buildings. but, um …. countries & stuff …. i haven’t really been anywhere b-besides - besides manhattan & … here, so. i - i’d probably choose manhattan, in that case. ❜

[ofbeckett]

valentinasmaria.

normally, valentina loved shopping for pumpkins to carve. there were smooth ones, bumpy ones, different shaped ones, different colored ones. but she was picky – it took a good while for her to pick which pumpkin she wanted of all of them. this time, however, her mind was wandering. “yo, when do they start selling christmas trees?” she asked the person next to her, brows furrowed.

          tasked with the challenge of buying PUMPKINS for him & his siblings, beckett stood outside the shop staring at a whole box full of them --- hands on his hips, contemplating which ones to pull from the bunch before he heard someone speaking aloud next to him. turning his head, originally to glance & see who it was, he then realized that they were talking to him & he stopped. his mouth hung open, he thought for a moment or two before actually replying. ❛ um ------ november, i - i think ? i’m not really --- i mean, i dunno. that’s just my guess ? ❜

[ofbeckett]

baiileyshq.

if there was anything more stressful than getting her exam results - bailey was yet to experience it. her hands had been shaking all day and her bottom lip all but raw from how hard she’d been stressing it between her teeth from anxiety. she pulled the results up on her phone, a lump in the back of her throat as her eyes scanned over the screen. “i passed.” she voiced out loud, relief immediately pulsing through her veins as she turned to the person beside her excitedly. “i’m sorry but i need to tell someone this,” bailey paused, turning her phone towards the stranger proudly. “i fucked nailed my exams.”

          eyes wide as the person beside him spoke, beckett watched them & the sheer RELIEF that seemed to flood their face for no more than a moment before they turned towards him, phone outstretched. he narrowed in on the screen --- even though he felt absolutely NOSY for doing so, somehow --- & found himself smiling for them as their exam results showed that they passed. ❛ oh ! that’s - that’s --- that’s cool ! that’s .... awesome, even. uh, y’know, exams are hard n’ stuff, so i - i’m proud ? um --- even though i don’t really --- i don’t know you. ❜ he chuckled sheepishly. ❛ what’s your major ? if you don’t, like .... if you don’t mind sharing ? ❜

[ofbeckett]

noahshq.

an obnoxious moan slipped past noah’s lips as he made his way into mocha, his suitcase dragging behind him as he approached the counter and ordered the most basic thing he could - a black tea. the second the woman in front of him told him how much it was, he was lost. he stared down at the money in his hand and tried to figure out without needing to ask for help but knew he was starting to annoy the line behind him. “british problems.” he laughed uncomfortably towards the barista waiting for the cash, his brow pulled together as he desperately tried to work out the coins in his hands.

          beckett was generally a PATIENT person --- he always had been, & that usually omitted most scenarios from being extremely annoying to him. waiting in lines ? no problem. except he was pretty sure the people behind him didn’t have the same mindset, GRUMBLING under their breath about the slow service & the person ahead of him who didn’t know their coins. he felt bad, really. by the accent he could tell that he wasn’t from chicago, & he wasn’t to blame for not mastering the foreign currency. he didn’t deserve to be badmouthed by impatient women, which was exactly why beck stepped forward a little & peered over his shoulder to see what he had out in front of him. ❛ um --- i - i’m --- i’m sorry to bother, but .... ❜ he pointed down at the miscellaneous coins, signalling a quarter from the group. ❛ u-use two of those ? they, uh --- twenty-five. they’re worth twenty-five. so, y’know, two of ‘em equals fifty cents. ❜ 

[ofbeckett]

heartfelt-zahir.

“can i just say how much i hate flying from chicago to boston and back again every single month?” zahir asked as he sighed exhaustively, slamming his laptop shut after booking his flight for the end of the month. “but then again, perks of living away from your family.”

          ❛ e-every - every month ? ❜ beckett asked curiously, his eyebrows knit together before the other revealed each flight’s PURPOSE. then, he nodded understandingly ; he might not be able to relate, but he could definitely see how that could get annoying. ❛ well, um, i --- i’m sorry ? that must be --- that must suck. sometimes. i mean, if you hate flights ? maybe not so much if you - you love them, but. ❜

[ofbeckett]

HEY GHOULS, the boys r here (pt. 2) ! it me, kai, who also plays the actual trashbag sebastian, back at it again with another Loser(tm). this time i’m like ... an ounce more prepared than i was before & i actually have the connections page up ! so uh, while i do some replies, feel free to like this or hmu if you’d like to plot a lil somethin’ somethin’ with my new bab ! all u need is under the cut, my friends. 

beckett christopher mckinley ( 23 ) was born in manhattan, new york to two famous & very successful laywers, both currently working under their own family-owned firm kinley&kinley !

beckett’s the youngest child of three. he has one older sister & one older brother, but for the majority of their lives they were raised by nannies due to their parents’ super busy schedules. one time one of their nannies tried to give beckett some almond milk & he almost died #FunFact

since kinley&kinley is family-owned, their parents really pushed a career in law onto their children, because they wanted one of them to take over the firm when they retired & continue on the famous mckinley legacy. 

both of beckett’s siblings kindly said fuck you to that responsibility, & as the last resort, they turned to good ole’ beck. he first saw the firm as a huge responsibility being pushed onto his shoulders, & he was honored to be The One, because in a way it’s pretty much his birthright. he started attending meetings with his parents when he was very young & often hung around in their office while they were working to observe.

in high school, he started taking law classes ! he was one of the best on the mock trial team & very highly ranked in his graduating class overall. he basically had a one way ticket to harvard waiting in his back pocket. 

but his parents started getting stricter & stricter about beckett’s responsibilities as the company heir, & soon enough he started to feel constricted. it was less of an honor & more of an obligation the more they pushed, but he didn’t want all of the mckinley success to go to waste, so he stuck with it to please his parents anyways. 

y’know that sinking feeling in the bottom of your stomach when you know you fucked up ? yeah, that’s beckett’s entire life at this point. his parents were super proud of him, but he wasn’t happy .... he had the road to success paved for him, though, so he just pushed down all of his disappointment & kept on truckin’. 

first year of harvard goes by, & he’s on a much needed christmas break during the second when his siblings sit him down & go ‘what the fuck is wrong with you???’ they thought he was throwing his life away just so that his parents could be happy & honestly ... they weren’t wrong. so after a very long & emotional chat, beck finally listens to them & decides to drop out. 

his parents ? fucking angry. as a result, they actually kicked beckett out of the house & basically out of their lives & that absolutely wrecked him. but his siblings were extremely kind & offered him the couch of their apartment in chicago & suddenly he knew it wouldn’t be that bad. 

more #FunFacts

beckett actually has a really bad stutter - he repeats syllables, rambles to try & get his sentences out & blocks pretty often. sometimes homeboy won’t even talk ‘cause it ain’t worth it. his development as a child was extremely delayed ( he didn’t start talking properly until age five ), & was under a lot of stress from a very young age that it didn’t get better over the years. his parents didn’t notice as early as they should have, mainly because they stuck their children in the hands of nannies, but their way of “fixing it” definitely wasn’t heathy & didn’t fix it at all. turns out that yelling at your kid to stop stuttering won’t actually help them stop stuttering. who knew !

beckett’s first job was at mocha as a barista. he did that for around two years, until he was twenty-two, but then quit because he was in the midst of pursuing his tattoo licence. 

he doodles a lot. he’s always got a notebook on hand & is always thinking up new designs. even if he’s not intending for his work to be made into tattoos, he just enjoys art & will definitely nerd out w/ anyone who also does The Art. 

will melt on the spot @ any cute person ! also has an orange tabby named pumpkin ! still sleeps on his siblings’ couch ! hardly ever uses swear words ! fucks hard with a caramel macchiato !

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