#ft. celia baker.

[mackmontgomery]

closed for: @celia-baker

where: aurora bay market place

"I need to get a gift for my boss," Mack announces as they round on the first row of stalls looking to sell anyone anything under the guise of it being the 'ideal gift'. Some of them might have been, but he has no idea where to start with what would be the ideal gift for Aeris Flores, "How the fuck do you buy for bosses?"

[mackmontgomery]

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."

@celia-baker

"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.

[cricketcampbell]

👻 - 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...

@celia-baker

✧ — ⋆    𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 & 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .

[maverick-liu]

🕯️ + Celia

“She’s nice, and pretty, and she has one of the most creative minds I have ever met. She said she likes me, a lot, and to be honest, I’m not sure where I stand on that.

I don’t want to be a fuck boy vibe and string her along. I only ever wanted something casual, and she did too. I think I messed up somewhere. I don’t really have time for a relationship, so I never thought about it. I’m not all over the world on last minute notice like I used to be, but I still don’t have the time to spare.

She deserves someone who can give her time and energy. Maybe asking her to the New Year’s ball was a bad idea.

I hope I didn’t make things messy by asking her…”

@celia-baker

[vincentquinn]

📸 - Celia

NEW INSTAGRAM STORY : ft. @celia-baker

[jacksonxellis]

✨ - 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: :/

[thisisradiocarl-blog]

This Is Radio Carl - Ep039 Stream & Setlist

Ep039 - 11.29.2017 Stream:

https://www.mixcloud.com/kpissfm/this-is-radio-carl-ep039-112917/

Setlist:

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - The Castle In The Air

Fruit and flowers - Way Out (audiotree live version)

Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Art Star

The Chills - I️ love my leather jacket 

Steve Monite - Only You

The Androids - Auckland Tonight

The Darkness - Happiness

Art Feynman - Slow down

Celia & The Mutations - Mony Mony

Flea kuti  - Let’s start (ft Ginger Baker)

A-Trak & Baauer - Dumbo Drop

Bully - Kills to be resistant

Fantastic Friends - Shoo Shoo Daydream

Maybird - To the stars 

Overcoats - I Don't Believe In Us

[mackmontgomery]

✨ - Celia

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

MACK: I'm in a turf war with a raccoon that rattles the trash cans out behind the shop MACK: At first I thought it was fam MACK: Now... Feels more like foe

✧ — ⋆    𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 & 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 . 

[maverick-liu]

🔥 + celia 👀

“Woah, what’s there to not find attractive?

Have you seen what her mind can make?! It’s wild. You wouldn’t think much about what goes into costume design, and the effort that goes into putting said costumes together? And she catches every stitch and puts all the work into the tiniest of details.

She also has this really cute laugh, and her smile, and she's just really pretty, honestly. Ten outta ten, if I were following the rules here, but I'm going to have to say make it a one hundo out of ten, because she deserves it."

@celia-baker

[celia-baker]

glassy eyes attempted to focus on him as her eyebrows knitted together. "whaaaat?" a playful whine danced in her tone. "I'm not shooting for reassuring. I'm shooting for honesty." her finger gave his nose a light tap, giggles pouring out of her at her gesture.

maverick's words broke through her drunken haze, spine straightening. "uhm, yeah. I mean no, I didn't come with anyone." his clarification overlapping her words. "mav, you don't have to babysit me." the drunken lull coming back to her voice and demeanor. "I'll be fine! I've got my big girl pants on." completely oblivious to the fact she was not even wearing her actual tearaway pants anymore.

celia's chin rested on her hand as she leaned up against him, dark eyes fixed on him. a soft smile played on her lips as he spoke. "of course your opinion means something." her usual joking tone ripped away for pure genuineness. it was true, though their friendship had started through what was supposed to be a one-off night, maverick had turned into someone celia adored. it was rare, especially in the industry she was immersed in almost every moment of the day, to find someone who felt as if they actually listened to you. someone who it was never hard to talk to. "it means a lot. and thank you."

her mind was swimming, each moment that passed made it feel like she had downed ten more drinks. his words hit her ears, but all she could hear was the pounding in her head and the amalgamation of chatter from the people around. "you know something?" giggles came erupting back, though this time she couldn't even explain why.

"I, like, really like you.

“‘I think’ isn’t the most reassuring thing to come out of your mouth.” Less so, the way Celia looks more than halfway to ‘too drunk to stand’, if the way she leans against him is any indication. “Are you here alone?”

Then, when the thought about how that can be perceived clicks, Maverick quickly adds, “I mean, are you with friends or anyone because you’re really drunk, and you shouldn’t be alone.” Or left alone, and now that he can clock that Celia may have had one (or a few) too many, he’s definitely not wandering from her to leave her by herself. 

“Congrats on that, you deserve it, if my opinion means anything.” Mav places a hand against the middle of her back to make sure she stays steady, and he looks to make eye contact with the bartender to mouth the word ‘water’. His attention turns back down to her so he can keep up the conversation and keep her from dozing off, which he fears most.

“Great, honestly! Atti and I got third for the duo’s costume, which was totally unexpected considering we’re missing our Butthead. Hello Sharky’s gift card.”

@celia-baker

[mackmontgomery]

"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.

@celia-baker

where: sharky's halloween party (out in the alleyway) when: night with who: @mackmontgomery

cheeks flushed red (even more so with the insane amount of red blush she applied for the sake of her costume) as the cold midnight air finally hit celia's face. her 'tomato shawl', as she had named it, slumped to the ground and she quickly followed it down. partying was all fun and games until the bar turned into a sauna. and when you had what was basically a bean bag chair around your shoulders? it became too much too handle quickly. but there was something about the quiet of the alley after leaving a bar: it was her own kind of heaven. the way your thoughts finally were heard again after the boom and hiss of chatter plus loud music. it was the closest thing to a dip in the pool on the hottest of days.

when her new little bubble of calm was suddenly infiltrated by another body, her smile only grew when she saw who it was. "hey, stranger." head cocked to the side, smile still lazily resting on her lips. "good thing it's you. I was worried you were a 'micheal myers'-esque type. and if you were, I'd have to prick you with my pins." her hand quickly pulling out one of the fake pins from her wig, wielding it like a sword.