my house of stone, your ivory grows

befriend the sun, get dirt on your hands, drink water, eat plants. see the beauty of it all and know that you are nature, too

[astralfms]

*（´・｀ ）♡ astralfms  - a dependent mumu blog for palmviewfm. ( penned by marcy, 26, cst )

celeste james. 28 ⭑ intro. visage. musings. threads. julian hendricks. 28 ⭑ intro. visage. musings. threads. adhira arvalanpillai. 26 ⭑ intro. visage. musings. threads. veronica lee. 26 ⭑ intro. visage. musings. threads. marco shephard - yang. 36 ⭑ intro. visage. musings. threads. femi luong. 35 ⭑ intro. visage. musings. threads.

note: the easiest way to find a thread of ours is to search your blog name with no dashes ! ( i.e; blog-url > blogurl )

[cherriesfm]

“exactly  !  some  people  are  born  with  it…  others  just…”  sydney  shuddered  as  though  they  were  having  flashbacks  of  the  horrible  shoot  they  described.  “well,  anyway,  you're  always  right  !  i  can  save  my  energy  and  creativity  for  something  BIGGER.  –  something  that  will  appreciate  me  just  as  much,  or  more.”  at  this  point,  she  had  more  horror  stories  from  all  her  shoots  than  she  had  successful  ones.  for  one,  she's  definitely  on  a  couple  of  blacklists  around  the  industry.  “you're  kidding  ?  no,  definitely  for  him.  imagine  letting  you  slip  through  his  fingers.”  if  only  she  could  fix  it.  or  alternatively,  make  him  suffer  for  making  celeste  suffer  through  this.  “babe,  you  deserve  someone  treating  you  as  more  than  just  a  layover.  without  a  doubt,  his  number  one  regret  in  life  will  be  leaving  you  behind  for  something  with  an  expiration  date.  –  god,  i  can't  believe  i  wasn't  here  when  it  happened.  whatever  you  need,  okay  ?”  sydney  was  finding  it  increasingly  difficult  to  keep  her  ideas  at  bay,  “will  you  PLEASE  let  me  have  his  email  and  sign  him  up  for  random  newsletters  ?  piss  him  off  just  a  little  bit…  it's  completely  harmless.”

[astralfms]

“if  you  need  new  headshots  or  anything  to  get  back  out  there,  you  know  i'm  your  girl,”  there's  not  much  celeste  wouldn't  do  for  her  friends.  if  she  needed  to  start  her  own  talent  agency  to  give  sydney  the  recognition  they  deserved,  then  so  be  it.  she  gives  a  large  sigh,  picking  at  her  fries  as  a  way  to  distract  herself.  it  had  been  nearly  three  months  since  the  break  up,  but  it  still  felt  fresh.  “i  wish  i  could  be  mad  at  him  the  way  you  are,”  she  admits,  offering  a  broken  smile.  despite  her  wishes,  she  knows  that  she  can't  stay  mad  at  him  for  long  (  and  never  could  ).  “it's  just  –  i  know  he  didn't  mean  it,  you  know  ?  like,  i  know  he  loves  me,  in  some  capacity.  but,  maybe  we  weren't  meant  to  be  in  the  long  run  ?  maybe  we  were  only  meant  to  teach  each  other  a  lesson,”  sighing  once  more,  finally  meeting  sydney's  eyes.  “that's  a  pill  i'm  still  trying  to  swallow.”  she  can't  help  but  laugh  at  the  scheme,  head  shaking  as  her  hand  raises  to  cover  her  face.  “you're  so  SILLY,  syd.  i  don't  want  him  to  hate  me  !"  and  then,  quickly  and  nearly  incomprehensible,  “okay  but  really  his  email  is  …”

[losingdcgs]

"It might be a little too late for that." He lightly teased as he closed the distance between him and Sunset Tacos. "But this is one time I wouldn't mind getting proven wrong." Mostly because it would be way funnier if she actually managed to hit some poor unsuspecting person on the boardwalk rather than the duo getting chased off after completely missing again. Though, either outcome was still more entertaining than what he would've gotten up to had he spent his day taking care of a few things around his apartment instead. "Wouldn't another solution to that be to just not stress over things that much?" The oversimplified solution was offered as he held the door open for her. "You know, just take things as they come in a whatever happens, happens kind of way and accept there are some things you can't do anything about." While he sounded convinced that the suggestion he offered up was foolproof, he knew firsthand that wasn't necessarily the case. After all, how many times had his more carefree attitude contributed to more problems for him in the past? "This isn't me trying to weasel out of a spa day, by the way." It felt necessary to add considering the effort he did put into getting out of things on previous occasions.

[astralfms]

“if  only  it  were  THAT  EASY,  axel,”  she  sighs,  wishing  that  her  mind  worked  like  a  mans.  they  had  it  so  easy,  only  worrying  about  the  next  clean  pair  of  boxers  they'd  wear.  “there's  a  lot  we  can  do  about  things,  actually,”  she  counters,  pointing  a  finger  at  him.  “for  example,  we  can  prepare  for  every  scenario  that  way  we're  never  taken  by  surprise  when  something  happens.  you  wouldn't  believe  the  things  i  have  in  this  bag  right  now,”  palm  taps  against  her  tote  bag,  an  idea  for  a  ‘  what’s  in  my  bag  ‘  video  popping  into  her  head.  they’ve  reached  sunset  tacos  at  last,  and  celeste  practically  rejoices  as  she  rushes  into  the  line.  looking  behind  her,  she  laughs  at  axel.  “hey,  even  if  you  were,  more  hot  rocks  for  me,”  even  though  she's  pretty  sure  that's  not  how  that  works.  “have  you  ever  even  been  to  a  spa  before  ?”

[veneumfm]

optics  light  up  with  amusement  ,  lips  falling  apart  as  if  she  was  going  to  comment  but  decides  against  it.  it'd  been  forever  since  she'd  taken  a  trip  ,  especially  one  with  celeste  —  memories  of  endless  fun  came  to  mind  from  their  time  at  college  ,  and  she  felt  genuine  excitement  for  a  trip  she'd  yet  to  plan  or  allow  herself  to  take.  "  where  would  you  take  me?  "  she  asks  ,  feigning  a  swoon  but  leans  across  the  table  as  if  the  answer  was  sacred.  when  asked  about  the  project  ,  expression  dropped  and  she  sighed  with  arms  folding  loosely  across  her  chest.  "  it's  a  script  ending  ,  can't  say  i'm  having  much  luck  coming  up  with  a  GOOD  TWIST  as  requested.  "

[astralfms]

“mykonos,  easy,”  she's  been  dying  for  a  mamma  mia  summer  since  she'd  rewatched  the  series,  and  couldn't  imagine  someone  better  to  go  with.  they  shared  the  same  rose  colored  lenses,  and  the  two  week  soulmates  they'd  no  doubt  find  lived  rent  free  in  celeste's  dreams.  “our  insta  feeds  would  be  TO  DIE  FOR  after  that  trip,"  and  their  closets,  but  that  was  a  given  on  any  trip  with  celeste.  this  was  a  dream  she'd  have  to  make  come  true,  making  a  mental  note  of  it.  “a  script  ending  ?”  she  asks,  interest  picqued.  lucia  had  come  so  far  from  the  girl  she'd  met  in  college,  and  celeste  couldn't  be  more  proud.  “fancy  !  when  do  i  get  to  see  the  finished  product  ?  i  hope  i'm  not  distracting  you  too  much.”

[wallfloweresque]

Savannah was glad that Clara wasn't home to see the state that Julian was in. He didn't look nearly as bad as Savannah had insinuated, but she hated to see either of her siblings suffering, and truth be told, Jules's mood seemed to be the worst of his condition. "Poor baby," she muttered, patting the spot beside her. "What's wrong?" She knew that she probably spoiled her younger brother, but if she couldn't, who could? Sav reached over to pour them all glasses of wine, handing each glass over before she spoke again. "This have anything to do with our last talk?" @seasalteds

[seasalteds]

she  allows  julian's  head  to  rest  there  for  a  moment,  her  thumb  lightly  brushing  his  cheek  as  she  sighed.  what  a  mess,  she  thought,  but  she  didn't  say  it  out  loud.   ❛  come  on.  ❜   she  dropped  her  hands  and  moved  to  grab  the  glass  of  wine  sav  was  offering,  taking  a  seat  opposite  the  couch  so  she  could  watch  them  both  properly.   ❛  was  this  about  theodora?  ❜   lark  asks  incredulously,  a  bit  more  direct  than  her  sister,  the  woman's  name  leaving  her  mouth  as  if  it  were  boiled  in  venom  and  spite.   

[astralfms]

he  takes  the  spot  by  savannah  happily,  along  with  the  glass  of  wine.  he  needs  it  more  than  ever  after  tonight,  gulping  down  half  the  glass  at  a  speed  that  would  send  a  sommelier  into  cardiac  arrest.  “thanks,  sav,”  he  looks  between  both  sisters,  their  worry  and  anger  practically  radiating  off  of  them,  and  knows  that  he  has  to  choose  his  words  carefully.  “it's  kind  of  about  teddy,”  he  starts,  hesitant  to  continue.  “it's  more  about  the  fact  that  one  of  my  close  friends  stole  her  right  from  under  me,”  head  shakes,  “and  now  i  have  to  find  a  new  place  to  get  my  vinyls.  fuck  !” / @wallfloweresque

[lefthope]

“  people  fight  in  clubs  all  the  time  ,  that's  nothing  new  ,  ”  serena  rolls  their  eyes  ,  ready  to  move  on  from  the  tragedy  that  was  her  evening  with  hadley  .  “  maybe  we  skip  drinks  and  go  straight  to  shots  ?  i'm  sure  we  both  have  a  lot  of  things  we'd  like  to  forget  right  now  .  ”  &  maybe  serena  was  itching  to  talk  to  him  more  about  whatever  it  was  he  was  avoiding  earlier  ,  but  that  would  clearly  have  to  wait  . 

[astralfms]

“are  you  buying  ?”  he  asks,  teasing,  though  he'd  never  let  them  pay.  his  mother  did  raise  a  gentleman,  despite  his  newfound  reputation.  weaving  his  way  through  the  crowd,  he  looks  back  now  and  then  to  be  sure  they're  behind  him,  flagging  down  the  bartender  once  they  arrive.  two  shots  of  tequila  are  ordered  and  served,  holding  serena's  glass  out  to  her.  “what  are  we  cheersing  to  tonight  ?  to  forgetting  ?  or  to  …  surprises  ?”

[lefthope]

“  why  of  course  i  did  ,  ”  maisie's  smile  is  certainly  overcompensating  ,  but  the  way  her  eyes  light  up  hint  that  there's  a  trace  of  something  more  genuine  buried  underneath  it  all  .  was  adhira  making  fun  of  her  ?  features  fall  ,  but  only  momentarily  .  maisie  doesn't  stay  down  for  long  !  she  retrieves  extra  gloves  from  her  beach  tote  ,  handing  them  over  .  fingertips  graze  over  the  other's  palm  ,  “  here  ,  ”  she  replies  ,  cool  .  “  of  course  i'd  want  to  do  that  ,  ”  she  attempts  to  remain  different  ,  but  her  eyes  narrow  into  something  serious  ,  head  tilting  towards  her  housemate  .  “  shall  i  count  us  down  ?  ”

[astralfms]

she's  never  had  a  problem  with  the  color  green.  it  was  the  color  of  nature,  and  that's  where  adhira  thrived.  what  was  likely  an  insult  from  maisie,  she'd  always  find  a  way  to  turn  into  a  compliment.  “go  on,  then,”  she  gestures,  taking  the  gloves  from  maisie  and  pulling  them  on  immediately.  she  needed  proper  equipment  if  she  was  going  to  leave  masie  in  the  litter  picking  dust.  “i  think  it'll  be  the  first,  and  ONLY,  time  i  ever  hear  you  count.  how  could  i  say  no  ?”

[cherriesfm]

with  every  sentence  leaving  her  lips,  magnolia  awaited  adhira's  response  with  a  held  breath.  like  they  were  walking  a  tightrope,  the  threat  of  tipping  over  lingering  between  them.  she  had  a  way  of  telling  when  she'd  finally  won  someone  over  and  yet,  she  knew  she  had  her  work  cut  out  for  her  when  it  came  to  adhira  –  it  wouldn't  be  as  easy  as  one  apology.  it  was  a  start,  though.  “i  did.  i  love  seeing  who  i  can  run  into  and  if  no  one's  around,  well,  we  can  call  it  self-care  !”  she  sat  straighter  as  a  thought  crossed  her  mind,  “you're  not  waiting  for  someone  here,  are  you  ?”

[astralfms]

“and  you  just  happened  to  run  into  ME  tonight,”  their  ideas  of  self  care  were  different,  that  was  certain,  but  the  least  adhira  could  do  was  hear  her  out.  she  had  apologized  and  bought  her  a  drink  after  all,  it  was  the  least  she  could  do  for  an  hour.  she's  sure  magnolia  is  telling  the  truth  (  she's  seen  her  instagram  ),  and  knows  that  she  could  post  one  story  and  have  her  flock  overflowing  the  sand  bar.  it's  what  maisie  would  do  -  why  was  she  thinking  of  maisie  ?  head  shakes,  hoping  that  magnolia  doesn't  notice.  “i'm  not  waiting  for  anyone.  sometimes  i  like  to  come  here  to  grab  a  drink  and  sit  by  the  shore,  it's  MY  VERSION  of  self  care.”

[wallfloweresque]

The words had rushed out of Edgar like a flood -- once he'd opened the doors to them, there had been no pausing. Now, though, he sat still while Marco processed all that he'd said. The last think that Edgar wanted was for his husband to feel backed into a corner by this particular request. Edgar knew that he could be a bit heavy handed, especially when it came to making decisions for the family, and he also knew that what he was asking for was a lot. In the past, he would have likely moved to make the purchase and simply let Marco know after the fact, but that break down in communication had not served them, and Edgar was trying to be better. What he'd said was true -- he would move on if Marco was not in agreement. He already had everything he truly needed. Anything else was simply an added bonus.

At Marco's answer, Edgar felt the tension in his body unwind a bit. "I haven't, no. Nothing more than reaching out to ensure that it truly is available. I'll schedule a meeting with the current owner to discuss the logistics." His voice dropped, tone a bit hesitant. "Would you, perhaps, want to come out and see it with me?"

[astralfms]

there's  a  weight  lifted  from  marco's  shoulders  as  edgar  assures  him  that  he  hasn't  made  any  actual  progress  toward  purchasing  the  new  property.  he  trusts  edgar  with  his  life,  but  there  was  a  time  where  he  couldn't  be  sure  that  their  family  would  be  at  the  forefront  of  his  mind  when  making  a  BUSINESS  DECISION.  it  was  relieving  to  know  that  the  work  they'd  done  over  the  last  year  was  paying  off,  lips  twitching  upward  into  a  smile  as  he  squeezes  edgar's  hand.  in  that  moment  he  can  feel  their  bond  grow  (  as  if  they  weren't  already  cosmically  entwined  ),  cheeks  threatening  to  flush.  “that's  good,”  he  nods,  grin  now  plastered  on  his  features.  “i  mean,  i  would  love  for  you  to  make  the  acquisition,”  he  reassures,  eyes  meeting  his  husband's.  “i'm  just  honored  that  you  thought  of  us  first,  that's  all,”  as  his  thumb  brushes  on  the  back  of  edgar's  hand.  “i'd  love  to  come  see  it  with  you,”  he's  sure  his  eyes  are  sparkling,  always  thrilled  to  see  edgar  in  his  element.  “when  would  you  like  to  go  ?”

[pinkseashxlls]

Henry smiled softly and nodded. “Oh, I can walk you over, if you’d like,” he said. He wrapped his hands around the wheel of the book cart and offered another small smile. “I need to shelve these, anyway. It’s on my route.” He made a small gesture encouraging Marco to follow him. He smiled again as the man spoke. “Well, I don’t have any plans on going anywhere,” he said. “I could always make a more comprehensive list for you, and you could pick it up when you bring these books back.” He led the way comfortably through the stacks, pushing the cart in front of him, one wheel squeaking in a rather homey sort of way.

[astralfms]

“yeah,  thanks  man,”  he  agrees  enthusiastically,  following  him  along  his  route.  “so,  do  you  guys  do  story  times  and  things  here  ?”  he's  sure  they  do,  it  is  a  library,  after  all,  but  he  finds  the  need  to  make  conversation  while  they  walk,  sure  to  keep  his  voice  low.  “a  comprehensive  list  would  be  fantastic,  my  kids  go  through  books  faster  than  i  can  keep  up  with.  it's  hard  to  keep  five  year  olds  engaged,  even  harder  when  they're  twins  that  feed  off  of  each  other.  do  you  have  any  kids  ?”

[lefthope]

“  when  i  open  the  gallery  ,  right  ,  ”  clark  mutters  ,  trying  not  to  let  the  pressure  of  the  future  weigh  down  on  him  .  relief  sets  in  as  marco  steers  the  conversation  towards  something  safe  —  that  is  ,  until  he  throws  it  right  back  at  him  .  did  clark  like  florida  ?  debatable  .  “  you  know  ,  a  lot  of  people  retire  here  .  ”  not  entirely  a  deflection  ,  but  certainly  not  an  answer  by  any  means  .  “  i  don't  really  see  the  colorado  crowd  over  here  often  .  do  you  think  there's  a  big  mountain  community  here  ?  what  would  the  through  line  be  ?  i  meet  a  lot  of  french  tourists  but  they're  just  here  to  party  .  but  no  ,  i  don't  like  florida  .  you  know  what  though  ?  there's  a  lot  of  places  i  don't  like  .  ”  a  shrug  of  indifference  .  should  he  tell  him  ?  probably  not  . 

[astralfms]

“not  surprising,  if  you  think  about  it,”  he  shrugs,  “the  sun  keeps  their  bones  nice  and  warm.  imagine  you're  eighty  and  you're  stuck  in  NORTH  DAKOTA  or  wherever  the  fuck  and  its  negative  eight  out  ?  you'd  have  to  sedate  me,”  another  drag  from  his  cigarette,  head  turning  toward  clark.  he's  not  entirely  sure  what  the  ‘  colorado  crowd  ’  entails,  other  than  naturalists  and  stoners,  plus  edgar  and  their  kids.  “the  beaches,  i'm  assuming  ?  no  mountains,  to  my  knowledge,  but  florida  does  have  some  really  great  national  parks.  at  least,  that's  what  i've  heard.”  would  clark  want  to  go  camping  with  marco  ?  would  their  family  want  to  arrange  a  trip  ?  probably  not,  and  he  isn't  one  to  get  his  hopes  up.   he's  not  surprised  clark  doesn't  like  florida,  knows  that  it's  nothing  in  comparison  to  the  allure  of  france.  “and  what  other  places  don't  you  like  ?”

[loversfms]

atlas  can't  help  but  grin  as  marco  admits  defeat  in  the  form  of  pushing  the  plate  in  his  direction.  he  plucks  one  off  the  plate,  rolling  it  around  in  his  fingers.  “hm  …”  he  blows  on  it,  just  to  be  safe.  “i  don't  talk  to  the  others  that  frequently,”  he  shrugs  before  putting  the  grilled  cheese  ball  in  his  mouth.  “i  mean,  i  can  only  speak  for  myself,  but  i've  been  up  to  A  WHOLE  LOT  OF  NOTHING.  so,  nothing  out  of  the  ordinary  for  me.  what  about  you  ?  what  has  your  family  been  up  to  ?”

[astralfms]

“sweet  of  you  to  think  i  was  talking  about  our  family,”  he  grins,  head  shaking.  while  they  were  often  on  marco's  mind,  he'd  opted  for  keeping  the  mood  light  (  this  time  ).  “but  i  actually  meant  you  kids  as  in  you  gen  z  -  ers,”  he  pauses  for  a  moment,  searching  his  brain  for  the  words.  “i  heard  of  these  things  called  labubus  on  facebook  ?  do  you  have  one  of  those  ?”  head  tilts  a  bit,  reaching  out  for  a  cheeseball  of  his  own  and  blowing  for  a  bit  before  popping  it  into  his  mouth.  “family's  good,”  he  talks  around  his  food,  one  hand  raising  to  cover  his  mouth.  “feels  like  the  kids  grow  ten  sizes  every  month,  but  so  did  you  guys,  so  i  can't  be  that  surprised.”

[dcrkcloud]

Her heart aches at the sight of his bright eyes, not quite surprised but not expectant either. But it's not an unwelcome feeling, if anything it reminds her of what they're working towards, of why she said it. She wants him to feel the pride and gratitude she could never put into words. She wants him to know she admires him, for his cooking, of course, but for everything else he did for them over the years, too. Instead, she shakes her head with a quiet laugh, her cheeks heating up in embarrassment. "That's definitely the recipe that's good enough," she insists, "not the chef," pointing to herself. Chef is generous. She'd never been a bad cook, but never necessarily a good one either. Marco always had that covered. Hearing his praise brings a similar sense of pride to Maria's heart, too. Right now, it's for something so simple, but she'd always loved it even when she'd insisted she didn't. "See, you're getting it. It's always the recipe, never the chef. They teach you that at culinary school?"

[astralfms]

it's  not  surprising  to  marco  that  they've  kept  the  conversation  to  cooking.  it's  their  OLIVE  BRANCH,  their  way  of  repairing  a  relationship  that  was  never  damaged  by  their  own  hands.  it  was  easier  to  talk  about  mistakes  in  the  kitchen  than  it  was  to  talk  about  mistakes  in  their  lives,  and  marco  wasn't  keen  to  end  up  on  maria's  bad  side.  better  to  stick  to  the  safe  route,  nodding  his  head  in  agreeance.  “they  taught  me  something  like  that,”  his  teachers  had  never  been  this  kind,  but  they  weren't  family,  either.  “so,  how  have  you  been  ?"  his  attempt  at  branching  topics  out,  yet  still  simple  enough. 

[dcrkcloud]

Mateo doesn't need a reason to do shit like this, but Marco's laugh is plenty to make it worth it anyway. He'd missed him rushing through his order, but not him making his way over, arm raised as high as his costume will allow once again, side to side in a wave. "What's it look like I'm doing? I'm advertising." He grins, like the answer is obvious — and maybe it is, maybe the question isn't really what, but why. "Do you like it? Isn't it fun?" He does a twirl, almost losing his balance. It's hard to see your own footwork when your body is encased in padded fabric cheese. "Pay roll? No way!" He jumps back as the spandex returns to shape around his leg. "The fun I'm having with this is payment enough."

[astralfms]

“hell  of  an  advertisement,”  he  chuckles,  stepping  back  to  admire  the  cheese  suit  once  again.  what  would  edgar  think  if  he  were  to  show  up  at  home  dressed  in  one,  one  day  ?  maybe  he'd  be  finding  out,  courtesy  of  mateo.  the  twirl  is  enough  to  send  marco  into  orbit,  nearly  doubling  over  in  laughter.  cheeks  turn  tomato  red,  hand  covering  his  mouth  to  conceal  the  sounds  erupting  from  him.  “that's  pure  fucking  COMEDY,  my  friend,”  one  hand  clapping  against  the  bright  yellow  spandex  covering  his  shoulder.  he's  tempted  to  tap  the  top  of  the  cheese,  but  fears  he  might  send  mateo  toppling  over.  “we  should  do  one  of  those  tiktoks,”  he  suggests,  already  laughing  again.  “i  bet  you'd  go  viral.”

[dcrkcloud]

maria: I'd have chest pains... love him, but he really has all the audacity in the world lol. maria: I'm sure, but I still want it to be as practiced as possible! they'll probably be teaching me! maria: oh, really delicious. I think it'd be good with a sprinkle of glitter on top, too! best served with a side of smudged glue on the corner of the plate.

[astralfms]

marco: To his credit, I did serve them straight out of the oil vat... But I had to protect the integrity of the cheese! marco: We should have a dinner soon, the kids and I can help you learn one of your new recipes. Your very own cooking class 😊 marco: Can't forget the garnish! See, you're already learning ... marco: 🧑🏻‍🍳

[dcrkcloud]

georgia: don't threaten me with a good time!! georgia: I can if I don't get caught!!! georgia: don't spoil me, I'll get used to it ...... georgia: a drink would be great, cola please <3

[astralfms]

celeste: nooo that's not the point !! celeste: what if our uber eats had their hands all in our food !!! 💔 celeste: spoiling you is a gift for me ... celeste: anything for u queen !! <3 i'll throw in fries for you too celeste: little potato fiend

[cherriesfm]

sydney: well this time i was amy from marketing sydney: his long time crush looking for a hot steamy affair! sydney: i would pay good money to be in office on monday just to see it play out sydney: THE DRAMA! sydney: and no free drinks.. just the satisfaction of serving him firsthand and watching him slowly realize she's not coming sydney: onto the next! tbd... will keep u posted obvi sydney: what are YOU doing

[astralfms]

celeste: sydney that is so ... SCANDALOUS !!! celeste: i'm obsessed .. you're actually an icon celeste: i wonder if he'll even have the balls to show up to work celeste: you'll probably be seeing a lot more of him ... celeste: literally nothing !! between editing and shooting and mittens i'm BOOKED ! i need to get out of the house i can feel the hot girl in me withering away ...