" TILL YOU NOTICE ME "

once you're watching every move that i make you gotta believe that i got what it takes to stand out, above the crowd even if i gotta shout out loud

[goofsmax]

max would never admit it to most of his friends now, but he was really into minecraft. he loved the soft music, and the way he could just create things from nothing. on the internet it seemed to be the only place he could comfortably make friends. it was actually the only place he had ever had a successful interaction with a pretty girl. that being his short lived internet girlfriend, mabel pines. it was long distance and they never got to meet in person, but max was smitten to bits with her. whenever they would talk on facetime, max could never wipe the smile off his face, even hours after they would hang up. however, like all things, it had to end. it was too innocent and naive to ever last long. his one and only girlfriend was his minecraft girlfriend. he could never tell that to his homies. it was these memories that had been floating through his brain when he heard a sound he was likely to never forget. “mabel?” he froze where he was, brows furrowing as he looked around for the source of one of the most playful things he had ever heard. following the sound of her laughter he turned a corner, to be met with her bright smile, “holy shit, is that you mabel?” he asked, old smile taking over his face. // @mvbells​

Send me 💘 for my muse’s reaction to realizing they’ve fallen in love with your muse.

[goofsmax]

@liddlewondrs @ozwaldos @fxvixey @lxckedup 

[goofsmax]

VIBE CHECK

“i would not survive a vibe check bro-”

[goofsmax]

honestly, max was used to being in the passenger's seat. he liked it that way. out of the way, not in control. just along for the ride. as a kid, on the long road trips he took with his father, he thought that one day he would be the driver. he would get to go cool places. that dream was never fully realized, he was too scared to ever take the wheel. he reasoned, he could get where he needed on his board, and at home he could just use his bike. however, he only had his board here, and that wasn’t the best way to travel in the small town. tiffany was a driver though. everything about her screamed it. she was in control, and she liked it that way. max thought this as he watched her drive down the nameless road. he didn’t mean to stare at her, but it was easy for him to get lost. “when did you learn?” he asked suddenly, worried that maybe he had been awkwardly silent for too long, “like driving i mean,” he bumbled out, “you just seem, like, really comfortable,” // @muttonsfudge​

[vainglrious]

people were disposable. at least, that’s what she was taught growing up. when they stopped being useful, you expended them. however, being new in town, her resources had since depleted. that didn’t mean she couldn’t find a new person to toy with. that person presented himself in the form of a gangly, dark haired boy, who looked like he skateboarded even if he probably didn’t. she glanced over her sunglasses as he walked by her. “you,” she said, calling to him. “come over here, cutie.” / @goofsmax​

[goofsmax]

max just wanted people to like him. its all he’s ever really wanted. never growing out of that childish need to be everyone’s friend. only, that never worked out for him. most people thought he was weird, too awkward to be around. so it made it easy to isolate. but it never stopped his desire. especially when it came to pretty women. they were his weakness. they could want to ruin him, and he would let them, no matter the cost to him. which, intuition told him was what the beautiful girl wanted when she called him over. his brows were knit with confusion, “were you trying to get to someone else? i don’t see anyone so they might have gone off without hearing you,” he explained, hands stuffed in his hoodie’s pockets.

[tarazzed2]

Entertainment Weekly [Oct 2019]

[goofsmax]

vnderbilt‌:

whatever sound came out of abigail in that moment sure appeared to be non human, as her squeak was so high, it probably shattered someone’s wine glass or fish tank at the very least; however, it was for a good reason, and their sacrifice would be appreciated, as the very moment that max came to her with open arms she could already feel like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. she wasn’t alone anymore. “oh my god. i can’t believe you’re here. i can’t believe it’s been so long! –– i can’t believe you can actually pick me up now!” she kept on rambling, so shocked and full of awe thanks to her old friend. “oh my god, max. i’ve missed you so much.”

under normal circumstances, he would hate such a shrill sound. but it was just so webby and he always made exceptions for her. she was his first friend as a child, and for the longest time, his only friend. and for that, max would do anything for her, and let her get away with anything. with a quick spin with her in his arms, he set her feet back on the ground so they could get a proper look at her. “this is so crazy,” he found himself laughing, the famous goof laugh not far away whenever he was with webby. “i’ve been getting stronger i guess,” he grinned, still holding her, part of him worried he was imagining it and that she would just disappear. “i’ve missed you too, webster, wait shit- do you even like being called webby still?”

[goofsmax]

vnderbilt‌:

as most days, abigail expected her evening to go with little to no surprises, as most adventures for her had happened in her youth, or in her head, but little did she know she would find both things in real life that night when she saw a guy just walk past her while on her way to the bus stop. “maximilian goofster.” she exclaimed firmly, almost completely sure it was her childhood friend, nonetheless. // @goofsmax

already an incredibly lonely person, max felt even more isolated in the little town of emporia. without his few friends around, max was alone. not that he wasn’t used to it already of course, but it didn’t make him feel great. what he really wanted was to make friends. it just never seemed like something he would ever be able to do. it was this feeling hanging over his head as he walked through town, just having left work when he heard a voice that made him finally feel found. “there’s only one person in the world who has ever called me that,” he grinned brightly, the brightest he had since coming to town, “webbigail!” he bellowed, unable to stop himself from lifting her into a big hug.

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

✈️Timothée Chalamet in Beautiful Boy (2018)

[goofsmax]

muttonsfudge‌:

she could be her own worst enemy sometimes. she wasn’t taught to be judgmental and harsh, her uncle was the kindest and most open minded man she knew. but, when left on her own, the monster tiff became was that which she had seen so many times in television. the mean girl, with standards higher than her stupid fucking ponytail “you look like you don’t have a license.” she heard herself say as she sat on the broken rolling chair that sour bill had insisted on keeping in the garage “topher, then.” the moment he had begun laughing, she couldn’t hold back her own quiet laughter, head shaking. tiff tried not to look at the boy, afraid she’d crack up again. her eyes remained glued on the junker she had been trying to fix up, uncertainty filling her voice as she blurted “i’m tiffany, by the way.”

max was a master at shooting his own foot. he let his nerves get the better of him every time he interacted with someone. and it was always worse when it involved a pretty girl. and if this girl was anything, it was his type. for whatever masochistic reasons, the more disinterested and mean a girl was to him, the more he found himself attracted to her. so this girl was hitting him where it hurt. “is it that obvious? yeah, never learned. my dad is just a shitty driver,” he laughed lightly, thinking back on the road trip chaos. he finally gathered the courage to look at her again as she laughed. he thought he could die right there, she was cute, even in the grime of the workshop. his heart just felt like it was racing, so he had to look away again. “you got me, i’m a stoner who can’t drive,” he laughed more, stealing glances her ways. “i’m max,” he turns, holding out his hand for her to shake, before even thinking it might be weird and formal.

[goofsmax]

marchcun‌:

perhaps a sinister chuckle wasn’t the way the to go, but alas, marco couldn’t help but to laugh it away as he explained his ideas “ah, but we’re all going to die anyways, aren’t we?” the boy said, with a smirk almost genuine. “i’m assuming that didn’t work out well for you, huh?”

max’s brows rose with amusement as marco chuckled, tossing his head as he laughed, a much less sinister one. “true enough, might as well get it over with,” he shrugged, running his hand through his hair. “oh not at all, still the biggest loser around,” he gave a weak smile.

[goofsmax]

muttonsfudge‌:

as fun as it could be to make people nervous, it got old pretty quickly “i’m just fucking with you.” tiff felt herself say in a tone a bit softer than normal. she didn’t care to reassure people a lot of the time, but if she had to sit through his stammering for however long this would take, it’d get old pretty quickly “i know my shit.” she explained simply, eyes drifting to the board for a moment before she chuckled softly, shaking her head “i don’t own anything here, so i can’t let you do that.” she gave him an inquisitive look, pointing over to an empty workbench “you can work on it here, though. i’m not accepting cash for shit that isn’t mine in the first place, chet.”

"right, yeah,” he continued forward with his board. he hated how nervous he became, he could tell it was annoying her. he caught his lip between his teeth, gnawing at it. it was this flustered nature that prevented him from having any friends like he so desperately wanted. “you must if you’re the only person here, never was much of a car guy,” he offered, not able to look at her anymore, for fear he would see just how much she didn’t want him around. he simply resolved to just fix this and leave, get out of her hair for good. “if you say so, thanks,” he set his board on the bench she had indicated, already getting to work just as he had done thousands of times before. “chet?” he questioned, not able to stop the laugh that emminated from his chest, “sorry, that’s a new one,”

[goofsmax]

muttonsfudge‌:

tiffany mindlessly wiped the oil leftover on her hands onto her new jeans, crossing her arms over her chest as she trailed closer to him. stopping just a foot or so short of him, she brought her sneaker down on top of the wheel just as he went to pick it up “it’s also not a charity for boys who can’t afford haircuts.” tiff was quick to add, smile threatening to break through as she took in his red cheeks. she liked making people nervous, it was one of the only pleasures life allowed her. releasing the wheel, tiffany turned and made her way to the tool box “any specific wrench in mind or should i make an educated guess?”she didn’t wait for his reply before choosing out what she thought was the right size, making her way over and holding the tool out to him.

once max had laid his eyes on her, he couldn’t keep his mind in order. and as she had moved closer, he could feel his nervous nature begin to take over. from his spot in the ground, he had to stare up at her, eyes growing even wider than before. “oh- i could, like, oh-” he fumbled out, quickly shutting his mouth when he figured there was no way to properly get out that he could get a haircut if he wanted, he just didn’t think it would look very good. once she turned around, he figured it was probably best he didn’t say all of that. he stood again, wheel now in hand. he had almost forgotten to respond to her question, but she beat him to it, already showing up with the wrench. “its- oh,” he chuckled nervously again, “yeah, that’s the one.” his cheeks were red enough to match the hoodie he wore. “i could, like rent it?” he offered, brows furrowing together as he looked down at the intimidating girl. “like i could give you some cash for using the, thingy,” he offered, taking the tool from her.

[goofsmax]

muttonsfudge‌:

judgmental was the core characteristic of tiff, honestly. she didn’t care to know about whatever was going on with the idiots around emporia, and she especially didn’t care to help someone who looked like his breath smelled of doritos and his hands were sticky. well… okay, if she was being honest, she’d say that she didn’t get that impression at all. he looked like a typical pretty boy from back home, the kind of guy she’d disappear with at a party. but clothes made the man, and his spoke volumes. that, and the skateboard he was lugging around “this isn’t a fucking zumiez.” she spoke after having a look at him, shutting the hood of the car she had been working on “what do you want?” 

@gooofiez

it was the only thing max had ever felt confident in in his life. he knew that with all his practice, he was actually pretty talented when it came to his skateboard. his board would still take a beating though. enough so that the wheels had become loose. which max found out the hard way. the new tear in his jeans sent the cool hair throughout his body. the voice caught him by surprise, he hadn’t seen anyone in the garage when he first came in. enough of a surprise that the fallen wheel fell from his hand. he laughed nervously, “uh, no i know it’s not, sorry,” he apologized, feeling his cheeks begin to turn red, noting how pretty he found the girl. he had to quickly stir himself from that thought, jolting down to pickup the wheel. “i was just, can i borrow a wrench?” he asked, hand quickly tucking some of his hair behind his ear.

[goofsmax]

marchcun‌:

marco chuckled to himself, eyeing max as he walked over to him just to pat his back in such a friendly manner, it almost looked as if they truly knew each other. “ah, is that so, buddy?” the curly haired boy remarked. “i do it for the aesthetic, you know?” he joked. 

max’s eyes followed the other boy, nervous about what could be coming, but found himself laughing as the other guy clapped his back. “that makes sense, lungs be damned,” he joked as well, nerves creeping into his voice, “i started cuz i thought it would make people think i was cool,” he looked away, taking another drawl.

[goofsmax]

marchcun‌:

it took marco about two glances to actually process what the stranger implied there, his mind still all too focused on his damp cigarette box to catch it right away, although taking the lighter off max’s hands without hesitation. “dude. it’s just a matter of being polite. same goes for not interrupting others when they’re talking.” he explained. 

“i mean, etiquette aside,” max shrugged, brushing his hands against his legs. “friends help friends, all that shit.” he fumbled into his pockets to pull out his small smoking device. “besides, beating yourself up about not having a light, takes away from having an actual smoke, you know?” he took a hard pull, looking out across the street.

[goofsmax]

marchcun‌:

“not to sound too self deprecating but how are you always the idiot who forgets to bring a lighter… day one and you’re already a fucking mess, you fucking idiot.” marco spat out, merely thinking out loud as he sat down at the bus stop.

for a moment, max thought the boy was talking to him. jumping slightly at the words, max turned to face him, realizing he was talking to himself. they let out a sigh of relief, “lighters are what friends are for, dude,” he smiled lightly, holding out the red lighter, flame already lit.