the plank & the passion

@𝓪𝔂𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓸 : oh WHAT i’m jealous as hell … @𝓪𝔂𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓸 : idk man u think i knw how to read and write ?? @𝓪𝔂𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓸 : but that would be WILD we should test it out

@beckdarling: honestly i asked if i could borrow him and the lady said no so like maybe not so nice but it’s fine i still have the blunt 

@beckdarling: nah fuck alla that i don’t either 

earbuds in,   open book in her hand,   eyes cast downwards as she continued the walk back to her abode with uncomfortable bag slung over her shoulder.   it wasn’t unusual that blue tried to block out everything around her,   especially if she’d spent the majority of the day around her friends to begin with.   this was her solitude,   her time for peace & quiet   ─   but that didn’t mean it was going to stay that way !

she heard the voice call out,   then ask a question to which she hadn’t heard enough to reply to.   eyes glance upwards thinking the person wasn’t talking to her,   but when she sees who it was she knows that it definitely was directed at her.   ❛   hi,   beck.   ❜   was greeted as she tugged the earbuds from her ears,   clutching them in her hand.   she rolled her eyes as if his presence was a hinderance.

❛   & what exactly do you want ?   ❜   it wasn’t serious,   her tone implying a quick joke as she walked closer to him ( though he already knew she was being facetious,   that was kind of their whole dynamic. )   she’ll shove her book in her bag,   along with her earbuds.   ❛   first you interrupt my music & then you didn’t even use my name ?   gonna start calling you ‘ yo. ’   ❜   pause.   ❛   what are you doing back here,   b ?   planning a hit on someone ?   ❜

“Bluebell!” All but crooning as she looks up, allowing him a better glimpse at her features, he steps further out from the trees and meets her halfway across the grass. “That better? I thought it was you, but I wasn’t sure.” He sticks his hands in his pockets, tone teasing, grin edging on coy, a familiar playfulness between them, “You can call me anything you want.”

At her question, he glances back over his shoulder and huffs out a laugh, “Guess it could look like that, but nah, I plan my hits behind the frat houses. Music’s so loud no one can hear, ya know?” His attention veers back towards the cigarette still hanging from his fingers, and he raises it into her view, “Wanted a smoke break, but I can’t find my lighter. Do you have one? Or, like, a match or some shit?”

                IF SOMEONE ASKED CRUZ WHAT HE WAS DOING , he wouldn’t give them an answer. it was , potentially , because cruz didn’t know what he was doing , but alas , those were just the fine details. he has his guitar strung over his shoulders , strumming a gently tune as he travels through campus. it wasn’t often that cruz open walked around like a wonderwall meme , but sometimes he couldn’t help it. lately , his love for music had grown even stronger and there was something that just made him want to express it more. so , here he was , looking like a high schooler who learned guitar purposely to get laid. 

                SO IN CONCLUSION , his path leads him to the library , or somewhere near it. he’s not stopping to let people listen and he’s not really singing. just mumbling soft words and strumming his favorite sounds. it’s what brings cruz peace , and then he hears a voice and his peace is interrupted. not that beck is an interruption –– he wasn’t , but it causes him to stop strumming.  “ you could be nicer , you know. i have a name. ” cruz turns , and heads in his direction. “ no , i don’t smoke cigarettes and i keep my weed lighter in the dorm. ” a man of honesty at his finest. “ what’s really all you wanted ? i see how it is. ” 

Beck’s eyes light with recognition when his friend turns to face him, grin growing, shoulders half-rising into a careless shrug, “Sorry, dude, I didn’t know it was you! Got me distracted with that guitar.” This is far from the first time he’s heard Cruz play, and Cruz is also far from the only player on campus, but Beck has always admired his particular talent. His own parents forced him through piano lessons as a young child, even agreed to let him try the guitar instead when he got a bit older, but he never had the patience or attention to work through scales and remember chords. 

“I dunno, I think it’s a good idea to have a lighter on you all the time, anyway. Like a pocketknife, never know when you’re gonna need that shit. I’ll find one, though, it’s cool!” Admittedly, he tends to find himself in situations where those things come in handy more often than the average person, but that’s beside the point. He shakes the thoughts away, rolling the cigarette idly between his fingers as he regards Cruz, “What are you doin’ right now?”

@marlaurent: it crossed my mind, believe me

@marlaurent: omg omg beck pls go with me and pet all the dogs

@marlaurent: realistically do u think they would let us bring one back to my dorm ?? for like an hour ?

@beckdarling: already on my way mar

@beckdarling: idk and idc i’ll smuggle a puppy out if i have to

charlie rubbed her eyes, surely smudging her mascara,  as she made her way out of the library, her shoulders only a little hunched from the hefty weight of the backpack that found its place putting an uncomfortable amount of pressure on her neck. the only thing on her mind was the iced almond milk latte that was calling her name all the way from smithies, just out of reach, so close yet so far – wait, what was that? charlie was rudely interrupted out of her own thoughts by a voice she placed immediately: beck. the girl immediately wrinkled her nose as she turned her head, walking towards him. she sighed and quirked an eyebrow, readjusting the strap on her shoulder. “ cigarettes, still? how mundane, ” she mused, “ i’d figured you’d moved on to crack by now. but no, sorry. ” 

“Yeah, I mean, they’re so fuckin’ easy to quit,” Beck replies, edging on dryly, but his grin is as mega-watted as ever as he shrugs one shoulder, “You used to have, like, at least two lighters on you at all times, remember?” There are plenty more memories he can reminisce on, but he has enough sense to know, at least, that it isn’t the best subject to press with Charlie anymore. Things were different then, and years have passed since they were anything more than, distantly, members of the same clique. “No, m’not smoking fuckin’ crack, Charlie, Jesus... Listen, it’s whatever. I’ll bum one off someone else.” 

@𝓪𝔂𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓸 : i am kidding . i’m screenshotting this and turning u into the police @𝓪𝔂𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓸 : no but forreal i sensed you just rolled that blunt huh … come through pls thanks

@beckdarling: wait look at this dog outside my dorm rn his owner was so nice!

@beckdarling: anyway mo what if we’re like telekinetically connected

@beckdarling: telepathatically? telesmth idfk

He has been trying, you know—like really, truly putting in his best effort. It’s just that, the second he cracks open one of his textbooks, there’s already pressure building in his head, already restless energy coursing through his body, already the steady beat of need need need in his veins, and the library’s silence is so deafening, he feels like he’s going to suffocate unless he makes his escape. Today went the same as always, hence the smoke break in the shrubs.

“Fuck,” Beck curses gently under his breath and removes his hand from his pockets, scowling down at his empty palm. Where the fuck his lighter went in the past half hour, he has no clue, but he’s more concerned with getting the damn cigarette lit than anything else right now. Poking his head out from his spot, he spots another student nearby and grins at his own luck, “Hey! Yo, over here! You gotta light?”

&&. 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓 —-> margo & beck !

@marlaurent: they have …. emotional support pups in the student union today

@marlaurent: and they are all !! adoptable !!!!

@marlaurent: someone pls stop me

@beckdarling: ngl i thought that would end with u adopting them all & i was super prepared to help

@beckdarling: that being said why the FUCk aren’t we in the student u rn? 

「 joe keery. cismale. he/him. 」i hope that #lexsquad member「 BECKHAM DARLINGTON 」adds me to the squad ! the 「 TWENTY TWO 」year old 「 BUSINESS 」 major has been a part of the squad since 「 DECEMBER 2018 」and seems to be the 「 THE DIRTBAG 」of the group.「 BECK 」is a「 JUNIOR 」 and seems to enjoy 「 SMOKING & MAKING TROUBLE 」but you can always find them at a squad party , too !

hello!! i’m claire, i’m 22, and i’m from michigan (est). this is my trashiest son, beckham, though he goes strictly by beck! i’m gonna ramble about him under the cut but i do have a more collected bio on his nav page if ur interested!!!