celia-baker

[celia-baker]

Statice

One thing, above all else, you wish to succeed in doing?

"to live a life I can be proud of. it may not be exactly what I had planned, it may not even be as long as I'd like but I just want to leave this life knowing I am proud of everything I was able to accomplish."

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celia: you are moronic celia: but your ass is iconic 👀 celia: LISTEN i'll just make my own and then raise it to have better TASTE celia: no traitors in this house 🙅‍♀️

👻 - Celia

cricket: r these jeans doing anything for my ass yes or no be honest cricket: unless the answer is no then lie cricket: also dont say anything abt the purse 🙄 i know its urs!!! u will get it back!!! cricket: it does like me better tho sorry it told me 😬 awk...

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✧ — ⋆    𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 & 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .

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✨ - celia

send  ✨  for  a  random  text  from  my  muse / @celia-baker

Jackson: If there’s a blue dress in that pile I gave you

Jackson: I need it back

Jackson: :/

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send 👻 for a snapchat from my muse + cricket!

@cricketcampbell

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😳 + maverick

send 😳 for  an  embarrassing  text  from  my  muse

celia: hope you enjoyed my voice memo performance of the entirety of Nicki Minaj's 'Super Freaky Girl' whilst I was drunk last night celia: any chance I can men in black beam that out of your memory? celia: please? 🙏

@maverick-liu

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🍷 + mack!

send 🍷 for a drunk text from my muse

celia: hypothetically if i wanted anothr tattoo, whatg shhould i get? celia: also hi, i'd like to kiss your facde again sometime soon because that was a fujn time 😁

@mackmontgomery

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she'd probably gone overboard tonight. okay, she had definitely gone overboard tonight. celia's head pounded, a mix of the bass of whatever song they had blaring from the speakers and the last three shots she had taken finally doing her in.

"huh?" her fight against the swimming feeling in her head quickly became a losing war. alcohol mixed with the heat of the crowded bar had left her in only the bustier part of her costume, the amount of liquor coursing through her veins making her forget the usual bout of self-consciousness she should have felt otherwise. "oh, yeah! I had a water in between those last two." teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she searched her memory. "at least, I think? that sounds like a me thing to do."

the mention of the bathroom caused her to shake her head. "don't worry, this is a wig" she declared, pointing at her head. "so if I rip it off, the wig cap will protect my actual hair. no need to follow me in, but thank you for the offer."

though, the sudden mention of her head made the swimming feeling turn into more of a 'lead head' feeling. she leaned lightly on to maverick, making sure to mind her fake pins as to no injure him in what would be the weirdest way possible. "going well. won 'most creative costume' so that's pretty cool. good for business and all that." dark brown eyes gazed up at him, the alcohol making it hard to focus. "how about you?"

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“Woah, you’re throwing them back.”

Them being the shots and drinks as indicated by the empty shot glass and plastic cup sitting there on the bar. Celia also is a certain level of tipsy Maverick can see even stoned out of his mind. “You’re hydrating, right? You can let yourself get stuck in the bathroom puking all night. And like, I’d offer to hold your hair and all, but I don’t think they’d appreciate Beavis in the ladies’ room.”

Is there a family restroom? That would solve this unique issue.

“How’s your night?”

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celia waved over to the elbowing victim and mouthed a simple 'sorry', following it up with a little wave. manners had been so drilled in her as a child, it became autopilot at this point.

the girl gave a little bow as they admired her, completing it with a little spin. "I mean, if I didn't come up with something memorable, I think I'd have to shut down my entire business out of embarrassment." had that irrational thought crossed her mind? absolutely. but she knew it was nonsense. hopefully. "but you didn't do that and now you look adorable! not that you wouldn't look adorable in the jersey but you know what I mean."

instinctively, her eyes followed the other's finger. "honestly, I didn't ask but I'm guessing strawberry seeds? he didn't really seem like the guy who had a, uhm let's just say, close relationship with common sense."

"if I ever say no to that, feel free to treat it as a sign that I have indeed been taken over by the alien from the thing and put me down right there." a smile following her hyperbolic statement as her hand quickly grabbed her friend's, pulling her towards the bar.

Astrid greeted Celia with a one-armed hug when she arrived at the bar, accidentally clocking some guy's arm with her elbow in the process. They really were packed in like sardines in this place.

"So worth it, dude," they said, pulling back to get a better look at the costume up close. "I don't think I've ever spent more than, like, ten minutes even thinking about an outfit. This is no exception," they gestured down at themself. "But I almost copped out and just wore an old Christen Press jersey, so I figured this looked like I'd put at least a little more effort in."

She rolled her eyes. "Uncultured, honestly. You're clearly a tomato. What'd he think these were?" She pointed at one of the circles resembling a tomato seed.

Jabbing a thumb back at the bar, she asked, "Do you want a shot? Come on, say yes."

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"totally, that's why I have them so close to my brain. free lobotomy" celia teased before handing him one so he could inspect for himself. "but seriously, they're just crochet hooks with ping pong balls on the ends to make that colored bead on the head of pins." she removed one more and knocked it against his. "so perfectly safe. and, most importantly, drunk celia proof."

as she was presented with the flame, celia leaned in slightly to light her own cigarette. it wasn't as if the girl actively enjoyed smoking, but it was a form of rebellion. almost a 'fuck you' to her body; that she could destroy it herself, thank you very much. a ribbon of grey smoke rose into the night as she held the cigarette between her lips.

"oh you would not believe the amount of people who simply thought I was a sexy tomato. I don't want to know what they thought the pins were for in that scenario." her free hand fiddled with said pins. "but I believe my favorite was the drunk guy who thought I was a candy with pins in it like the old urban legend. kind of rude of him to come up with a better concept."

after scanning the events of the night, celia exclaimed: "oh! there was at least two who got it. it was very vaildating."

Mack's engrossed in the movie that she outlines for him, both possible outcomes equally watchable in his opinion. So much so, he automatically held a palm up her heel became a weapon, though the pin drew him in more than it scared him off.

"Is that like, sharp?" The same hand hovers close to it, like he's debating whether or not to touch it. He decides against it and reaches into his pants pocket to dig out his lighter instead.

He turns from Celia then only to shield the end of his cigarette from the light breeze, holding it between his lips and cupping the flame of his lighter with his hand when he struck it. He inhales to hasten it catching, turning back to her and striking the lighter again and keeping it lit so she could spark hers.

"You beat them expectations and then some," He says with some muffle, speaking around the end of the cigarette, holding it at his side once he could exhale, "Has anyone guess what you are right on the first go? Bet you got some wild ones."

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where: the charles levin theater - costume shop when: midday with who: @jacksonxellis

music flowed through the little costume shop that celia found herself spending far too many hours in these days. her frame bent over a dress form, furiously stitching away at a ballgown that seemingly filled a fourth of the room. hopefully we'll have time to practice this quick change before tech week this time around. you'd think the non touring productions would have their time better managed, but no. never.

as she continued to find her day filled with fabric, pricked fingers, indie rock music and her own thoughts, a sudden noise caused her to quickly spin around in her stool. the breath she held quickly escaped her lips as she was met face-to-face with the harmless-looking man in front of her. "sorry," her glasses were quickly pushed to the top of her head. "was so focused on my work, the whole world kind of shut off there so you just gave me a bit of a scare." a soft smile following her words. "can I help you?"

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the heart and cat pillow silk dresses by lirika matoshi

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"I'm just picking on you, you big baby." she teased, lightly nudging him. "I appreciate how much you care. you know I'd do anything to keep my love looking fabulous." and it was true. a friend like leo was something celia would be hard-pressed to not cherish. and she wasn't planning to any time soon.

red painted nails quickly got to work. celia let out a soft chuckle at his teasing, shaking her head. "you never know what's going to happen! imagine if I didn't have this kit right now and you would just be a molting mess all night. or imagine if you are out an about and, like, your pants rip because of your big juicy ass? if you have a sewing kit, you could quickly duck into the bathroom and no one would be the wiser." though her words were filled with her usual humor, it really was something she feared. when you wore mainly women's clothes, you learn how fragile clothing can really be. "though I will disagree with it being the absolute best because that is actually the cupid shuffle, I will agree it is a classic banger. and I'm happy for you."

celia gave a little nod as she continued to focus. "oh yeah! probably going to regret how much I've danced and how much I've had to drink tomorrow but for tonight? an excellent group of choices."

"Noooo," Leo groaned, long and low, letting his head drop into his hands. "I really didn't mean to, I swear. I even made sure they were all set before I left the apartment! I'm sorry."

A sheepish, guilty grimace still on his face, he let himself be led toward the fringes of the crowd. "God, you're a lifesaver. I'm gonna tease you about keeping an emergency sewing kit on you at all times, but after I feel less guilty." He turned, letting Celia work. "Oh, it's awesome. The DJ's played, like, four of the songs I requested? So tonight's a win. They usually ignore me even though Cotten Eye Joe is literally, like, the perfect crowd pleaser."

He looked over his shoulder, trying not to move his torso too much so as not to mess her up. "What about you? Having fun?"

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with the amount of dancing she had done that night, celia was convinced she wouldn't feel her legs in the morning. it didn't help that she decided that the look could only be complete with what felt like the world's highest heels. damn heels for looking so fucking good with everything. that's the true unspoken evil of women's oppression. her back rested against the bar's wall as she stood on her tiptoes to take the weight off for a moment (a tried and true night-out hack). as her neighbor's words raised above the music, the girl couldn't help but flash a wide smile. "ohmigod, that honestly means the world to me!' her voice as bright as her spirited nature. "most people have thought I was a candy filled with razorblades, so just you getting it bumps you up to my favorite person tonight."

"but girl, look at you!" she exclaimed, gesturing to her costume. "you are killing that bodysuit."

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where - sharky's

Standing to the side with a drink in hand, Iris' eyes bounced all around the room, taking in everyone's costumes. One definitely caught her eye though and as someone in the fashion world (even if she was on design sabbatical now to instead be a florist) she couldn't not compliment it. "As someone who made clothes for a living, safe to say I'm voting for you for best costume."

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"listen, I think I have 'final girl' energy." her legs wobbly as she tried to raise herself back up. "just picture it, there's some serial killer coming after me. I could either A:" suddenly, celia was standing on one foot, holding a bright yellow heel in her hand. "deploy the heel. full femme fatale moment. the moviegoers are cheering 'yas queens' all throughout the theatre." she quickly slipped the shoe back on before she became closely acquainted with the ground.

"or B: I just take two of my pins..." two more pins were soon being plucked out of her wig, soon wielded like sais (complete with a little spin), and laughs pouring out of her. "and then it's a creative, top ten worthy ending fight." celia quickly pushed the fake pins back into her wig as she listened to his compliment.

"thank you, kind sir." red-painted nails quickly grabbed a cigarette from him. sure, she knew she shouldn't indulge but there was a lack of care for how she treated her body. if it was only going to betray her, why spare it from any harm? "me? you're one to talk. your costume looks fucking incredible!" her shoulder lightly nudging him, cherry lips in a smirk. "I was honestly sweating bullets over what to make. you know, being the seamstress, I knew people were going to have expectations." though she was overexaggerating the sentiment, there was a flicker of truth to her worry. it was a lot to be the face of your own business. "but then I saw my little tomato plush pin holder my parents got me when I first started sewing and it just kind of came to me. plus, who wouldn't love to have a costume that also doubles as a chair?" another laugh broke through the calm night air.

"No Michael Myers here, but I did see at least three of them roaming around inside probably looking for their very own Jamie Lee Curtis', so beware," Mack grins, retrieving a cigarette pack from his deliberately dirty looking white coat that was close as he could get to mirroring the one that Longlegs had worn in the opening scene of the movie he was the titular character of.

He plucks on out and delays on bring it to his lips as he takes another good look at Celia and her off the wall costume, which surely had to qualify as the most original one on display that night.

"This costume is fucking insane, how did you even come up with it?" He asks, holding the pack out to offer her a cigarette if she wanted one.

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the star

what does your muse take inner comfort in knowing ? what guides your muse ?

"I take inner comfort in knowing I'm trying my best. no matter what, I am trying to live life to the fullest and make the most of wherever life may take me. you know, I had a dream and when it all came crashing down I was convinced my life was over. but (after about a year of moping), I looked to what could be my new dream. and shouldn't I count myself lucky in having the privilege of having two dreams?"

"my heart truly guides me. I count on my friends and family to ground me, because otherwise, I may follow to the ends of the earth. but keeping whimsy is so important. life would be so dark without it."

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celia couldn't help but laugh as she was suddenly face to face with her friend, shrugging the wings off hurriedly. "already breaking my impeccable work?" she teased, looking over the seams of the wings.

"come on, I can barely think here. plus, my emergency sewing kit is with my shawl." celia grabbed his hand and led him through the crowd, over to a spot that was a little quieter and where her tomato shawl lay as if she had shed it. rummaging through her things, she procured a needle and thread and began whipstitching the feathers even more. "besides losing your feathers and becoming an over all hazard, how's your night going?"

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location: sharky's monster mash

"Celia, oh thank Christ, I've been looking everywhere for you," Leo said hurriedly as he approached his friend, eyes wide with panic and already starting to shrug the giant golden wings off of his shoulders.

"Okay, code red, my feathers are falling off. It's my fault, I keep hitting people with them by accident, but can we, like, do anything about this? Can you work some kind of magic here? Please, I'm desperate. I'll buy you a drink after."