#beck.

[leomaddox]

˚  INCOMING  — BECK .

leo: if no one told you today you suck and you ARE NOT loved

leo: no matter what anyone says, its not true no one loves u

[stcllvs]

˚ 　　incoming 　 .　beck　 . ⊹

stella: why ?

stella: just answer me why YOU have ANY issue with me and we never have to speak again

[ashcntii]

━━ TEXT 　 ; 　 beck 　 ◢

ashanti: hello sir

ashanti: i feel like you might not be in the best mood but idc hello :)

ashanti: im doing a survey for the people of charleston , i need you to answer like 5 questions 🌚

[wrenmargaret]

SMS / 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐧 & 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤

wren: hey fool

wren: what're you doing? im literally mega bored right now

wren: even considering chopping off my hair im that bored

[eupark]

     the apollo house wasn’t exactly the quietest house to be living in on a normal day; the presence of a threat on eonia’s campus made it even worse.. between operating the infirmary and housing some of the loudest children who actively sought out to soothe themselves with music --- well, it  had began to resemble a disaster. not far off from their father’s image, one might suppose.

     since he had volunteered for one of the patrolling shifts near the breach, jonas had missed the initial onslaught in the music room. the room had been left to near ruins, with instruments taken from their rightful place in favor of an apollo child’s room, or the infirmary, to help soothe both the tending and the injured.

     save for one guitar, and the grand piano that always remained situated in the same space. instinct, obviously, drove jonas to the guitar. then, footsteps sounded from behind them, signaling another one of his siblings entrance into the room. “i already called dibs,” he hadn’t; but that didn’t stop him from caressing the guitar like a child might’ve. “good luck carrying the piano.” @eubeck​

[221beckerstreet-blog]

i’m aleks and i do the modeling thing by day and the insomniac thing by night. i’m not saying i should have been considered for thor, but i should have been considered for thor. come tell me your go to karaoke song, mine’s wanted dead or alive by bon jovi.

crossfvding

[adelsteins]

    looking over her books at the same time as eating her salad, the footsteps and faint music coming from outside her door was starting to get on her nerves. jocelyn thought that it would pass but as she tried to dissect the figures before her, she kept getting distracted; it was public knowledge that when her door was closed, she couldn’t be disturbed unless something was seriously wrong and needed fixing. the strange pinging noises emitted were enough to make her snap. “can you shut the fuck up?” the woman shouted towards the door out of anger. “some of us are trying to work.” 

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