BAD NEWS.

Max Antonio de Costa. 25. He/They. Wet Brain Bassist. Bartender.

[maxdecosta]

clrkingrm​:

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clark is already crossed as fuck and the night has barely even begun. he’d hastily smoked a joint before coming inside, and knocked back an (also especially strong) rum and coke basically immediately upon entering, and had quickly entered stupid mode. hence, him snatching the glass from max and knocking back a solid glug, eyes narrowing the moment it hits the back of his throat. “jesus christ, dude,” he says through a half-cough, half-laugh, handing the glass back to him. “i think i’m already seein’ god too. she’s got absolutely fuckin’ gigantic knockers.” 

“Bro, I’ve not been tested in a solid two weeks, you could have herpes now.” Quickly taking the glass back, he observed the rim as if looking for any remnants of contamination. “What — The image of mine is in a horse costume or something. Can’t make out any tits yet. Must have bought the DLC, somehow. God Horse Play DLC.” 

[maxdecosta]

reynakeegan​:

turning to the familiar voice, reyna’s lips parted for a chuckle. “i think the point is for none of us to remember where the stage even is. it’s our first challenge in this year’s hunger games.” she quipped, only then realizing how empty handed she was. “what he’s having.” she pointed at max’s glass, speaking to the bartender. once she had her drink, she took a sip, finally understanding what he meant. “fuck. yea, i’m gonna forget the words.” her head shook, vowing to herself that it’ll be her only drink until the performance.

“Forgetting the word’s not so bad. You can just improvise and sometimes you end up with something better than you were going for,” Max remarked with a simple shrug of his shoulder, sniffing at his glass again and taking another prolonged sip. “If I forget how to play, the song’s kinda fucked. Can’t really improvise there. Barely can play bass stone sober.”

[maxdecosta]

conye-west​:

“A lil’ heavy handed, huh,” he nods towards the drink, shaking his head with a chuckle. “Mamma Mia. What does God look like? Alanis Morissette?” He asks, the straw missing his mouth for a good few seconds as he aims for a sip. “I bet if you channel her hard enough she’ll give you the God power to slap it out. One hand in my pocket and the other one slappin’ the bass.”

“Is it too late to switch our cover?” Max asked. “I’m really vibin’ with that song in particular now. Like, I really think I only need one hand to do everything in life, as proven here,” he continued, taking a long gulp from his drink and once again wincing at the strength. “Or what’s the — Ironic? That one.”

[maxdecosta]

Max is no stranger to the classic Whiskey and Coke, but this one tastes particularly strong. Sloshing it around rather carelessly, he observed it. “Do you think they forgot to put the cola in? Every sip, I see a clearer vision of God. I’m not even going to remember how to play bass in a couple hours.”

[reynakeegan]

wherememescometodie​:

Send ‘slurs’ for my muse to drunkenly say their exact thoughts of your muse.

[nightmarevirgo]

☀️🌙✨ tarot questions ✨🌙☀️

the fool: do you have any nicknames? the magician: have you ever written a poem or song about somebody else? the high priestess: what is your dream date? the empress: do you think you will ever get married? the emperor: what are some names that you like? the hierophant: do you believe in ghosts? the lovers: do you have a crush? the chariot: thoughts on astrology? strength: what is your dream occupation?  the hermit: what is your favorite soda pop? wheel of fortune: first three songs that come on shuffle? justice: favorite color of rose? the hanged man: favorite movie soundtrack? death: what are three things you want to do before you die? temperance: can you describe a strange dream you’ve had? the devil: do you enjoy thunderstorms? the tower: favorite colors to wear? the star: have you ever seen a psychic? the moon: have you ever written a love letter? the sun: do you believe in magic? judgement: do you enjoy school? the world: do you like waking up early?

[amblingalps]

muse headcanons!

send me a symbol and i’ll tell you:

☠: my muse’s biggest fear ☮: when my muse feels the most at ease ☺: something that makes my muse happy ☹: something that makes my muse upset ♫: my muse’s favorite song, band, and/or music genre ✇: my muse’s favorite movie, director, and/or film genre ♔: my muse’s celebrity crush(es) ❤: what my muse looks for in a person they like ☂: my muse’s favorite season or time of year ∞: if my muse believe in ghosts, aliens, etc. ✧: what my muse’s netflix queue looks like ✎: what my muse’s best subject in school is/was ♧: something my muse is really good at ✺: something my muse loves and never gets tired of ✗: something my muse hates or gets angry about ☆: what my muse would be famous for if they were famous ✿: what my muse would like to do when they’re older ✈: where my muse would go if they could move anywhere ✆: the last person my muse called and what it was about ✉: the last person my muse texted and what the text said

[maxdecosta]

beatsbydior​:

“Excuse me?” Dior said angrily, spinning around to see what this jackass was talking about. Seeing how that he was gesturing to his own hips and not theirs, Dior relaxed slightly. They were still pretty tight though. “Pinch yourself?” It was a strange form of payback, but… “I would like to see it,” Dior concluded, leaning back on the clearance bin to see how this would work out.

“You’re sick!” he joked, following up with a pointed pinch to his own thigh. Max didn’t have to be this dramatic about the interaction, but something amused him about it. “Is that sufficient? Do I receive the honour of your forgiveness?”

[maxdecosta]

reynakeegan​:

unable to stop a giggle, reyna shook her head. “i wasn’t until you mentioned it. might make beer runs faster.” a smirk crooking her smile. “i guess i’ll allow some laughing. but just call an ambulance for me if i crack my skull open. deal?” she laughed as they approached the park.

“Imagine I just didn’t call an ambulance for you? Who do you think I am? You crack your skull open and I just shrug and say ‘Onto the next activity’,” he replied with a laugh. “Save me if I crack my skull open on my board. It’s been a while and I was never that good.”

[maxdecosta]

conye-west​:

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“Embrace the La Senza,” he says, tilting his head back as he continues to look in the mirror. “Bring back the whole lingerie-as-clothes shebang. It’s time.” Thrift shopping with Max is fun because he’s the only one who actively tries to make all his outfits look good instead of straight up goofy. Connor can actually see the blazer looking good with just black jeans, but what he’s really holding out for is a pair of zebra print pants, or, like, fuzzy lime green shorts or something. The hideous possibilities are truly endless. “Feels like there’s different shit here every time I come in. In, like, seven months, we’ll locate the sequin pants out of nowhere. I’m calling it right now,” he says. “They’re hiding them from me on purpose. Knowing I’ll return to find them. My pants.”

“Okay, but consider this... La Maxwell.” He observed the vest a little longer, pressing a finger to the label to observe. “You know — I mean, there’s an option of getting something that doesn’t match at all. It is better to attempt to hit and miss than to miss entirely on purpose. When you miss on purpose, people automatically like it more. Weird shit, man.”

[maxdecosta]

charleyfry​:

“You tell me, buddy! It was a nice school though, I’m not going to lie. They had vending machines for fizzy drinks, and Skittles. You know that’s some top tier schooling.” She was a great storyteller, yes. Charley was a larger than life person, and everything she said was usually something of that caliber too. It had to be. She laughs, nodding, “I know! But apparently, I was supposed to go through this trap door or something, and I wouldn’t budge because I was mad at him, and honestly….it’s really on him. I am but an innocent bystander in all this.” She stops laughing for long enough, just to hear about a fight and Morrissey. “What?! No way! That’s like, gosh I cannot even imagine. I guess imagining a fight breaking out at one of our shows! Chicago is a wild place, from what I hear! You know what? We should do a road trip! Go check it out for ourselves, get into trouble there!” 

“You know when they also have those real fruit gummies, you know the expensive ones? That’s when you’re really baller,” chuckling at the thought, Max couldn’t help but miss the simplicity of high school for a moment. He was the furthest thing from popular, but at least you always knew the direction you were going in. “Road trip to Chicago?” he asked, eyes widening in mild anxiety. “Haven’t been there since I was a kid, but — Co-tour! I could see it now, in lights. Tons of skeezy bars along the way.”  

[maxdecosta]

clrkingrm​:

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clark, though utterly oblivious to most things in life, was entirely aware that his performance was being caught on tape. rather than that deter him, it instead had bolstered his showmanship — if he was going to have a wider audience, he figured he’d better give them the best damn show of their lives. (and, because max was the cameraman, it was likely only going to be seen by his bandmates, who had already been thoroughly exposed to the full clark ingram experience. there is very little he could do at this point that would be genuinely embarrassing.) 

this zeal is part of why he is now sweating absolute buckets, but y’know… that’s showbiz, baby! 

“you really think i’m on the same level as the geico gecko?” he says this with complete earnest, placing a hand over his heart. “…thanks, man. that means a lot. gonna stick it on a resume, or somethin’.” 

after a beat, he plops down in the chair across from max, fully prepared to bother him while he tries to enjoy his coffee. “who’d you send it to, by the way? it better not get back to rosie, ‘cause then my ass is definitely fuckin’ fired. she caught the end of head over heels a couple weeks ago and i saw my fuckin’ life flash before my eyes.”

“Sent it to the Wet Brain group chat,” Max said with a shrug, turning his phone around for a split second of proof. He sat in the chair like he didn’t know how to use one, leg crossed underneath his thigh and arm draped over the back. Squinting at his phone as it slowly delivered the video, he finally sighed in relief at the notification of Delivered. 

“Do I look like I have Rosie’s number?” he asked, though he knew it wasn’t entirely impossible. He had a habit of flirting his way in anyone’s contact list. But not this one. 

“How long ‘til you’re off?” he questioned. “My shift was cancelled, so I got dressed today for nothing.”

[maxdecosta]

beatsbydior​:

Dior was scanning the vinyls in Echo Records. They were in the way back of the store, looking at clearance albums. They were albums which not many people wanted to buy but which Ernie also thought of as good enough to bring into the store. Perfect for samples. Dior had picked up one which looked particularly promising, when they felt another human presence way too close to them. Holding the vinyl a little closer to their chest, they let out an annoyed sigh, not bothering to turn and face the person. “If you don’t back up of your own volition, I will do it for you.” Dior was a pacifist, in that they couldn’t fight for shit so it was a mostly empty threat.

Max was caught off guard by the intensity of the other, placing both hands up in defence as he took a step back. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get in your space. Small aisle, big ass,” he said, gesturing toward his hips even though Dior wasn’t even looking in his direction. “Can I make it up to you? I’ll pinch myself.”

[maxdecosta]

reynakeegan​:

eye rolling with a playful smirk, reyna laughed. “good! maybe people will stop carding me. i’ve had a fake since before i had my driver’s permit.” she admitted off-handly. “i promise to be kind. only if you don’t give me shit if i look like a baby giraffe learning to walk. i haven’t been on skates since i was six.”

“Well, maybe they wouldn’t card you if you acted more your age. Planning to skate in on roller skates to the liquor store?” he joked, shaking his head in amusement. “I can’t promise I won’t laugh, though. I’ll be kind, but I’ll also laugh. I’m only human.”

[maxdecosta]

conye-west​:

    —    ✧    —    not sleeping for nearly forty hours isn’t necessarily something connor is accustomed to, but he’s never been the greatest sleeper in the universe, that much can be said. he’s not really doing it on purpose, but the copious amounts of red bull he has consumed certainly isn’t making matters any better; he can’t help that he’s been on an epic songwriting kick for quite literally an entire day and a half, and after his paycheck finally hits, he soon finds himself downing a six-dollar coffee at the dingle thrift store.

this time around, he’s found a bright blue sequined blazer and has already tried it on, indulging in a series of dumbass poses in front of the mirror. with the mixture of his sleep deprivation, weed intake, and just all-around good mood, he’s absolutely cracking himself up. “please let me know if you see any pants that are supposed to go with this,” he says. “or, like, shoes. or a hat… i feel like i’ve found my new trademark. like, makes you wonder why sequins ever went out of style.”

Max was unnecessarily aggressive as he pushed hangers over to observe different garments, each movement resulting in an uncomfortable screech. “Oh!” Max announced loudly, pulling out a flashy and cropped vest covered in silver glitter and raising it up to observe. “This would be great, if it didn’t say La Senza. Think I can sew a patch on it?” he asked, chuckling at the idea.

Turning around to see what Connor had found, he shook his head. “Don’t know that’s the sort of top you’re going to match with anything other than black jeans,” he observed. “Unless there’s a full fit here. Guess that’s possible, since everything’s kinda scattered.”

[maxdecosta]

dottiesxdreams​:

Closing time was arguably one of Dorothy’s favorite parts of working at Echo Records, and no, it wasn’t because of the cliche’s birthed by Semisonic’s hit track that shared that title either. It was because now, dimly lit and free of music snobs and pretentious hippies, Dingle’s one-stop shop for every music-lover’s needs became Dottie’s own autonomous zone where disco was now fair game. Nobody could shoot glares as she serenaded Whiskers, whose cage was perched at the checkout, with Donna Summer and The Bee Gees. She was halfway finished closing up shop, armed with her broom that was now fashioned as a microphone for her punk-inspired rendition of “More Than a Woman” when the shop’s bells alerted her that she hadn’t been alone for the last moments of her performance.

“Err, actually, we’re closed. You can stop by tomorrow though, we’re open 12-8pm weekdays!” she squeaked, cheeks flushed with the heat of embarrassment. 

Max entered the shop with determination, but was distracted by an impromptu live show. Chuckling to himself as he lingered in the doorway, he shook his head at her announcement. “No — I — Sorry... I know. I was here earlier on my break, but I didn’t get off until now,” he stated, raising his bag with his purchases to put them in view. “But I noticed at work that I didn’t pay as much as I thought I was going to and looked at my bill and I wasn’t charged for one of the records. Think maybe the scanner missed it somehow, so — I just — I don’t want to fuck over a small business or employee or whatever, come inventory time.”

[maxdecosta]

starliiits​:

it’s quiet; only a few people skittering between the rows of records. the music, consistently blasting off of the walls to create an intimate sort of setting, soundly vibrating through the space. she’s sure someone’s put on their own little remix; the differentiating sounds a funny collaboration between something funky and pop, but with the store practically empty, it doesn’t matter much. Her fingers skim along the edge of casings, hovering every once in a while to determine its place. she’s barely aware of a silhouette stalking towards her until she turns around, her hair sweeping slightly along with the movement. “oh uh, welcome at echo records. how can i help you?”

Max was reading the back of a record so intently that he jumped at the sound of a voice, laughing at his own extreme reaction. “Um, yeah... Do you know anything about these guys?” Max asked, turning the record up to reveal a Kraftwerk cover. “Never been one for electronic, but... Don’t know. Gotta start somewhere.”