Reblog · 2 ·
· March 3
› Matty is moving to this account. I repeat, Matty is moving to this account.

This is because I can’t have multiple accounts open at once, so Matty, and another two characters, are going to be sharing this account. Might be confusing at first, but you’ll get used to it, hopefully.

It also means I’ll actually get around to replying to people.

Reblog · 20 ·
· February 23

edward-barker:

fearfulmattybeckett:

SMS//: I’m outside the station, dick face. - MB

[text] Ah. -EB

He made his way out of the station, small bag slung over his shoulder and guitar in hand, looking around for his friend, he finally spotted him and walked over. “Alright?”

Leaning against his car, tapping away at the screen of his phone, he looked up at the familiar voice, smile passing over his face.

"Perfectly fine," he replied, in contrast to the dark rings around his eyes, the pale look to his skin, and not having shaved for a few days.. "Yourself?"

Reblog · 20 ·
· February 23
› M. Beckett: edward-barker: fearfulmattybeckett: SMS//: Ed, I’ve had to wear suits...

edward-barker:

edward-barker:

fearfulmattybeckett:

SMS//: Ed, I’ve had to wear suits for court all week. I’m not going to wear one tonight. - Mb

SMS//:[unsent] I’m not going to wear anything toni-

SMS//: PJs are good, Ed. We can do PJs. - MB

[text] OMG SLUMBER PARTY. -EB

[text] Kidding. -EB

[text] Totally. -EB

[text] Well the trains slowing. Come pick me up, loser. -EB

SMS//: I’m outside the station, dick face. - MB

reallyally:

ryanvang:

I love the moment when Boromir dies. All he ever did was whine. On to the Two Towers!

Back up.

Boromir is one of the greatest characters in the entire trilogy. His mother died when he was 10 years old, leaving him to be shit on by his batshit crazy father, who had severe delusions of grandeur. His younger brother, whom he loves more than anyone else in Middle Earth, is constantly ridiculed and belittled by his father, while Boromir is put up on a pedestal. He’s had to watch countless numbers of his friends die defending a kingless nation that has been slowly declining for the past 3,000 years. Sauron’s forces keep getting stronger, while Gondor’s forces keep getting weaker. Boromir knows that his people cannot endure much longer, yet he continues to fight for them. Imagine the guilt and regret that he had to deal with on a daily basis. Imagine the hopelessness that he had to ignore in order to serve a deranged old man and a ruined country. It breaks my heart just thinking about it.

And then, Boromir comes into the presence of The Ring. In his eyes, he finally has an opportunity to fulfill his father’s expectations. He’s been fighting a losing battle against Mordor for so many years that he can’t see any other goal besides the defense of his country. He believes that he has finally found the object that can restore his happiness. Then he is told that The Ring must be destroyed; an errand that Boromir believes in his heart to be hopeless. He knows that there is no way nine people can walk up to Mount Doom and toss The Ring in. He believes that they are all going to their doom.

When Boromir tries to take The Ring, it isn’t because he is greedy/corrupted, it’s because he doesn’t want to leave his people to die. He wants to know that he spent all those years fighting for a reason. And when Frodo refuses him and runs away, that’s when Boromir finally realizes that he has become the man he hates the most: his father.

But the amazing thing is, Boromir doesn’t give up. Even though he believes that he has failed the entire Fellowship, he goes on to defend Merry and Pippin from the Uruk-Hai, sacrificing himself in the process. He admits to Aragorn what he has done and that in trying to save his people, he has brought forth their demise. But Aragorn promises him that he will not let that happen. Finally, for the first time in his life, Boromir has hope. He has hope that his people will survive and his country will return to it’s former glory. And then he dies.

That right there, is one of the saddest moments in the entire trilogy.

Reblog · 20 ·
· February 23

edward-barker:

fearfulmattybeckett:

SMS//: Ed, I’ve had to wear suits for court all week. I’m not going to wear one tonight. - Mb

SMS//:[unsent] I’m not going to wear anything toni-

SMS//: PJs are good, Ed. We can do PJs. - MB

[text] OMG SLUMBER PARTY. -EB

[text] Kidding. -EB

[text] Alright. Well I did think about PJs so we’re lucky there. You know I’ve never stayed over at a mates house before. -EB

SMS//: Totally straight platonic slumber party. - MB

SMS//: And if that’s true, you’re in for a treat. - MB

SMS//: That sounded odd, I’m sorry. - MB

Reblog · 83 ·
· February 22

Look at my skills, Clegg. - MB

(Source: theeven-star)

Reblog · 20 ·
· February 22

edward-barker:

fearfulmattybeckett:

edward-barker:

fearfulmattybeckett:

edward-barker:

fearfulmattybeckett:

SMS//: I don’t take the train. Trains are horrid, so I wouldn’t know. - MB

SMS//: And my Dad’s Scottish, so you have to expect it. Even if I don’t eat it, cooking it I’m good with. - MB

[text] They’re not so bad. -EB

[text] Bear in mind I’m only on the train because you asked, man. -EB

[text] You’re scottish!? I never knew that! …And woah, you don’t like haggis? Seriously? -EB

SMS//: I know, but strange people, small inescapable space, with overpriced coffee… - MB

SMS//: Half. And I love it, but vegetarian, remember? - MB

[text] You get used to them. -EB

[text] Ah yeah! I keep forgetting… Hm. It said not too much longer, by the way. -EB

SMS//: I took the train to Glasgow once when I was 14; ever again. - MB

SMS//: Oh, good. I’ll slip into something more comfortable, then. I’d be perfectly happy to rip all of my suits to shreds. - MB

[text] What a poor child you were. Having to take the train. -EB

[text] Kidding. Well, slip into whatever you want… Wait, this isn’t a smart affair, right? I was under the impression we’d be music making for the night. Because I’m staying over because there’s no way I’m getting a late night train. -EB

SMS//: Ed, I’ve had to wear suits for court all week. I’m not going to wear one tonight. - Mb

SMS//:[unsent] I’m not going to wear anything toni-

SMS//: PJs are good, Ed. We can do PJs. - MB

Reblog · 20 ·
· February 22

edward-barker:

fearfulmattybeckett:

edward-barker:

fearfulmattybeckett:

SMS//: I don’t take the train. Trains are horrid, so I wouldn’t know. - MB

SMS//: And my Dad’s Scottish, so you have to expect it. Even if I don’t eat it, cooking it I’m good with. - MB

[text] They’re not so bad. -EB

[text] Bear in mind I’m only on the train because you asked, man. -EB

[text] You’re scottish!? I never knew that! …And woah, you don’t like haggis? Seriously? -EB

SMS//: I know, but strange people, small inescapable space, with overpriced coffee… - MB

SMS//: Half. And I love it, but vegetarian, remember? - MB

[text] You get used to them. -EB

[text] Ah yeah! I keep forgetting… Hm. It said not too much longer, by the way. -EB

SMS//: I took the train to Glasgow once when I was 14; ever again. - MB

SMS//: Oh, good. I’ll slip into something more comfortable, then. I’d be perfectly happy to rip all of my suits to shreds. - MB

Reblog · 20 ·
· February 22

edward-barker:

fearfulmattybeckett:

SMS//: I don’t take the train. Trains are horrid, so I wouldn’t know. - MB

SMS//: And my Dad’s Scottish, so you have to expect it. Even if I don’t eat it, cooking it I’m good with. - MB

[text] They’re not so bad. -EB

[text] Bear in mind I’m only on the train because you asked, man. -EB

[text] You’re scottish!? I never knew that! …And woah, you don’t like haggis? Seriously? -EB

SMS//: I know, but strange people, small inescapable space, with overpriced coffee… - MB

SMS//: Half. And I love it, but vegetarian, remember? - MB

Reblog · 20 ·
· February 22

edward-barker:

fearfulmattybeckett:

edward-barker:

fearfulmattybeckett:

edward-barker:

[text] Awww, poor Matty. -EB

[text] I’m on a train now. You’re picking me up from the station. -EB

SMS//: Sure, sure. I expected that. - MB

SMS//: I hope you like pasta. - MB

SMS//: [unsent] And candles. - MB

[text] Love pasta. -EB

[text] Your cooking better be up to standard. I’m expecting it to be up there with the scones. -EB

SMS//: Italian food it my speciality. - MB

SMS//: That and haggis. - MB

[text] You’re the best. Ugh. Italian and haggis? Wow. -EB

[text] How long’s the train meant to be? -EB

SMS//: I don’t take the train. Trains are horrid, so I wouldn’t know. - MB

SMS//: And my Dad’s Scottish, so you have to expect it. Even if I don’t eat it, cooking it I’m good with. - MB

M. Beckett