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@maxhelders-blog
Mix tape~
send “mix tape” for my muse to make a list of 5 songs that they think explain how they feel for your muse:
1. angels - the xx2. sweet - cigarettes after sex3. futile devices - sufjan stevens4. tonight - lykke li5. the night we met - lord huron
mix tape !!
send “mix tape” for my muse to make a list of 5 songs that they think explain how they feel for your muse:1.
1. if she wants me - belle and sebastian2. everybody wants to rule the world - tears for fears3. team - lorde4. midnight moon - oh wonder5. wildflowers - tom petty
max & liz - moodboard 💕!
@maxhelders
mixtape for marlowe!
send “mix tape” for my muse to make a list of 5 songs that they think explain how they feel for your muse:
1. stuck on the puzzle - alex turner2. i’ve got this friend - the civil wars3. shot at the night - the killers4. young folks - peter bjorn and john5. something good can work - two door cinema club
mix tape + luci !
send “mix tape” for my muse to make a list of 5 songs that they think explain how they feel for your muse:
1. gold day - sparklehorse2. god only knows - the beach boys3. chateau - angus and julia stone4. we will run - hollow coves 5. woodland - the paper kites
jess & max | @maxhelders send me “💕” and i’ll make a moodboard for our ship.
mix tape - avi
send “mix tape” for my muse to make a list of 5 songs that they think explain how they feel for your muse:
1. baby, i’m yours - arctic monkeys2. take me to church - hozier3. keep on loving you - cigarettes after sex4. visions of gideon - sufjan stevens5. when we were young - adele
Mix tape for Celeste
send “mix tape” for my muse to make a list of 5 songs that they think explain how they feel for your muse:
1. so good at being in trouble - unknown mortal orchestra 2. she’s thunderstorms - arctic monkeys3. sweater weather - the neighbourhood4. your love - the outfield5. jolene - dolly parton
max && marlowe @maxhelders
Send me a character + a number and I’ll tell you my headcanons for:
Their physical weak spots
Their emotional/moral weak spots
Scars or painful spots
Best places to kiss on their body
Guilty pleasures
Their vices (physical or emotional)
Their tickle spots
Bad memories/experiences
Humiliating memories
Fears/phobias
Bad or petty habits
Grudges and vendettas
What gets them flustered
Ingrained habits/forces of habit
What it takes to make them cry
Dark secrets/’skeletons in the closet’
Regrets
Things they’ll never admit
People they’ve hurt or indirectly killed, and how it affected them
What-ifs/Alternate Timelines
Turning points in their life
People who’ve influenced them greatly
mix tape + jess (:
send “mix tape” for my muse to make a list of 5 songs that they think explain how they feel for your muse:
1. the girl - city and colour2. all i want - kodaline3. i can’t make you love me - bon iver4. girl from the north country - bob dylan 5. promise - ben howard
Mix tape for sterling
send “mix tape” for my muse to make a list of 5 songs that they think explain how they feel for your muse:
first day of my life - bright eyesmystery of love - sufjan stevensbloom - the paper kitesje te laisserai des mots - patrick watsonfallingforyou - the 1975
send “mix tape” for my muse to make a list of 5 songs that they think explain how they feel for your muse
celeste bernard:
Celeste wasn’t the type to stick around after a hook up, but Max was different. He really put the friend in friends with benefits and despite initial disinterest in that type of dynamic, Max ended up being much better company than Celeste ever expected of anyone. She fell to her back, slightly out of breath. Running her hands through her hair, sweat clung to her fingers. All signs of a good time as well as her cue to make it back to her room, but instead she made her way to his dresser. “It’s cool if I borrow a t shirt?” She reached in and pulled on a well worn gray shirt as she asked the question. It hung big on her small frame, just the way she liked it. Heading back to his bed, a lazy saunter step by step. She climbed in close by settling in a cross cross apple sauce fashion, leaning towards the boy. “I’m starved, is it too late for postmates?” She asked with a soft smile accenting her red lipstick stained lips. “Or I could cook us something if there’s anything in your fridge.” @maxhelders
max looks at his phone screen to find three missed calls from his manager. with a sigh, he puts the phone down under one of his pillows. he’s too tired, too worn out, to be dealing with her right now. instead, he absentmindedly nods and mutters a “sure,” to celeste’s request. his eyes follow her small frame as she makes her way back to the bed, back to him. if he’s being honest, he never thought one day he’d find celeste wearing one of his shirts, sitting half naked in his bed. but he’s not complaining. the soft in him urges him to pull her in for a kiss. in the most platonic, wholesome of ways. but the fear of being misinterpreted stops him. “would you really cook for me?” he asks, a teasing smile on his lips. “what about maybe some crepes? with strawberry and nutella? i could really go for those right now.”
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ
avriel sinclair:
“hey?” avi repeats, purposefully imitating max’s lack of inflection. he may be just as caught off guard by the presence of a ghost from his past in such close proximity but he’s never been one to let a situation get the best of him. “that’s all you have to say? ‘hey’? and here i thought you’d be so happy to see me again, mon petit prince.” he eases a practiced grin over his expression, masking any hint of surprise. his posture remains as relaxed and poised as ever where he props himself up against the far wall of the elevator, arms folding across his chest. where max seems hesitant to let his gaze linger on him for too long, avi responds with the opposite, his gaze shameless as he drinks in the familiar lines and curves of max’s figure. “you look good,” he adds with a quirk of his head; it’s perhaps the most genuine thing he’s said yet. their breakup and the messy way things ended is the elephant in the room (or, elevator, as it stands). confident as he is in his ability to smooth talk his way out of trouble, avi doesn’t want to deal with the effect he knows bringing it up will have on max. it was a three year long relationship – there are bound to be unresolved feelings, even after so much time has passed. “you live here then?” presuming a short elevator ride, avi opts for small talk and he’d probably follow up with another question if a concerning sound of grinding metal gears didn’t interrupt. the elevator shudders and then jerks to a stop, caught somewhere between floors. “well, fuck.”
“don’t call me that,” he spats almost as quickly as the nickname leaves avi’s mouth. the nonchalance and amusement the other seems to find in the situation makes max’s blood boil. he feels red all over, from his fingertips to the back of his ears. max had never wanted to plan someone’s murder so quickly. or maybe just punch would be enough. anything. he’d do anything to erase that stupid grin off avi’s face. and to think it used to have such a different effect of him. the complement produces the same effect. once upon a time, max would’ve given him a sheepish smile and a soft kiss as a thank you, as a way of saying you look good too. because, damn, he really does. instead, he stays silent, letting the moment pass. “yeah. and you? are fucking one of my neigh-” max doesn’t know if he should be glad the shrieking sound of metal stops him from asking his bitter question. that is, until he realizes the elevator has come to a halt. and of course, that’s just his fucking luck. in the most dramatic of antics, max lets his body slip to the floor, raising his arm only to click and click on the alarm button a bit too desperately.
marlowe owen:
“yeah. twenty-four hours. i mean, i don’t work twenty-four hours, that’s just how long the diner’s open. so, you know, shifts can get…weird.” she slowly took her apron from her shoulder and began tying it back around her waist. now what was she getting herself into? “oh, that sounds…you should do that, for sure. i mean, i’m just going back to work.”
max gives a little nod and a little hum in understanding. “it’s a shame, really,” he starts, looking down on the floor. “i thought maybe tonight was my lucky night and we could finally hang out.” max’s voice is laced with genuine disappointment. he had been trying to get to know marlowe better for far too long. at last, this felt like progress. “i guess i’ll have to hang out with my dog, then.”
