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  • Dad: *holds up a toy story shirt* whose is this?
  • Mom: you or baileys. Whoever wants it.
  • Dad: well I don't want it *tosses to Bailey*
  • Bailey: I don't want it either *tosses it back*
  • Dad: I don't want it!
  • Bailey: why not?
  • Dad: it's gay! (It's literally just a toy story shirt but I hadn't seen it yet)
  • Me: *immediately after he says that* I WANT IT
  • Dad: *gives it to me*
  • And that's the story of how I got a xxl men's t shirt that was bought for my over 6ft tall family members. I wear a medium in mens shirts. It literally goes to my knees.

thedarkestgolurk  asked:

Hmm, a Jolteon that is unique to a certain area. Tell me, is your kind considered a guardian species such as I was?

Bailey: I don’t think so. Not that I remember. We couldn’t have dome much anyways though. We don’t exactly have complete control over our powers anyways. What is there to protect on that mountain anyways…?


(Side Note: i forgot to mention on the last lore related ask that the pillar eeveelution subspecies is not my creation! it was made by Kyubey from askkyubeon. all credit goes to them for making this awesome subspecies! Bailey however is my own design. The species idea goes to Kyubey.)

Close to me

Mientras el cuerpo aguante,

cantaremos canciones para olvidar el frío.

En las canciones es verano siempre

Luis Alberto de Cuenca

Tú y yo acá juntas viendo llover. Viendo llover lloviendo.

Hace veinte minutos te acercaste a mi cama y cerraste los ojos. Te acercaste lento, como movida por una decisión inesperada pero rotunda,  como quien ejecuta un plan que de tanto practicar ya se sabe de memoria y a mí me gusta pensar que nos sabes de memoria, Lucía.

Mientras te acercabas yo todavía tenía la cabeza en la canción que sonaba al fondo, alguna de las canciones que oímos siempre, tal vez era It aint over till its over o Scream. Tú te movías hacia mi boca y solo logro recordar en este momento tu vestido de algodón ceñido a tu cuerpo, tus manos aferradas a tus muslos que en ese momento parecían funcionar como una fuente inagotable de valor. Mientras tus manos siguieran abrazando tus piernas, nada en el mundo podría frenar esa fuerza irrevocable que te movía violentamente hacia mí.

Nos besamos. Nos besamos. Nos besamos.

No sé por cuánto tiempo. Por una pequeña eternidad. Por cuatro minutos, siete minutos, una hora. El calor de tus labios en mi boca. Mis manos tibias sobre tu piel. Tus manos tibias sobre mi espalda. Tus dedos. Tus manos. Tu cuerpo. No one makes me wet like you do. Sentir el corazón entre las piernas.

Tú y yo ahí juntas, mojadas, acuáticas. Tú y yo nadando entre babas y besos; entre manos y pezones y piernas; entre vientres calientes y espaldas y dedos; entre babas y manos y piernas y vientres y sexos. Tú y yo hechas agua. Tú y yo lloviendo.

Y ahora, casi otra pequeña eternidad después, tú y yo acá juntas, lloviendo, sin ser capaces de mirarnos a los ojos.

¿Qué acaba de pasar?

Afuera la lluvia cae dulce. Estamos casi desnudas encima de mi cama. Tú estás de espalda mirando por la ventana desde la cual se puede ver todo Bogotá, todo su oscuro cielo. Yo contemplo tu espalda larga y desnuda, Lucía, tus pecas en los hombros, tu silencio. Tu oscuro silencio.

–¿Te arrepentiste?

–No, no es eso

–¿Qué es?

–No sé

–……………….

–…………………………….

–Me siento rara

–Ya no podemos deshacer esto, lo sabes ¿cierto?.

–Lo sé. Creo que lo sé.

Las sábanas que tienes envueltas entre las piernas son de Miss Piggy. Son las mismas sábanas que he tenido toda la vida y que hace no tantos años eran las hostess extraordinaires de nuestras eternas pijamadas. De todos esos sábados por la noche comiendo pizza de pepperoni y viendo Never Been Kissed en loop.

¿Por qué decidiste besarme justo ahora?

Desde hace mucho has sido el sabor en mi boca. Desde hace años desee apretar tu carne callada contra mi pecho, sentir tus senos en mi espalda pasearse despacio mientras recorrías el camino de mis vértebras con tu lengua, de arriba hacia abajo una y otra vez. Teníamos diecisiete años y mientras tú hablabas de hombres a la hora del recreo yo me quedaba sumergiendo la mirada en tus labios. Tus labios rosados, Lucía. Tus labios pálidos, tus labios acuosos. Te soñé desnuda sentada entre mi boca, te soñé callada abriéndome las piernas. Te soñé mojada y te soñé callada y te soñé rotunda.

Yo me siento como parte de una historia que siempre anhelé pero que nunca pensé que se haría realidad. Tú te sientes distante, sola. Yo me paro y escribo porque no me siento capaz de hablarte y las palabras que no encuentran salida pesan.

No, no soy capaz de decirte eso.

De nada me sirve ahora ser tu mejor amiga. De nada me sirve que nos lo hayamos dicho todo, toda la vida. Toda una vida entre nosotras y entre esas sábanas enredadas en tus pies.


Entonces escribo:


Te entrego el papel. Tú sigues sin mirarme Lucía. Lees mientras yo me escondo entre las sábanas, entre las cobijas. Cierro los ojos. Pasan los minutos mientras trato de releer lo que escribí en mi cabeza como para estar a tu tiempo, para estar a nuestro tiempo. Mido la duración promedio de las palabras que escribí. Pienso en lo que sientes en el cuerpo mientras las lees. Pero te demoras más de lo que yo quisiera.   

Finalmente te paras frente a mí, la canción suena al fondo. Just try to see in the dark, just try to make it work, to feel the fear before you’re here. I make the shapes come much too close; I pull my eyes out, hold my breath, and wait until I shake. But if I had your faith, then I could make it safe and clean.

Mi corazón late fuerte. Te quedas parada ahí, en tus calzones grises de algodón. Te acercas y me besas, despacio,

despacio,

d e e e s p a c i o.

Tomo tu cara entre mis manos y te chupo la lengua. Te alejas y me miras. Despacio te llevas los dedos a la boca y los lames. Después tu mano baja por tu cuerpo hasta llegar a tu vientre, hasta rozar tus caderas, hasta adentrarse a tus calzones de algodón, hasta navegar dentro de ellos, hasta tu sexo húmedo y ardiente. Te tocas y yo siento que podría quedarme a vivir para siempre en este momento. Retiras tu mano y emprendes de nuevo un paseo hasta tu boca. Tu boca se hace agua y nos hacemos agua en ella. Te lames los dedos y te saboreas y me besas de nuevo.

Sabemos a ti.


A N E X O

Soundtrack para esta historia (el playlist completo está aquí, están invitados a agregarle la canción o canciones que le faltan para estar completo)

Parte I – Para chuparte la lengua

1.    Roads - Portishead

2.    Teardrop – Massive Attack

3.    Alpha – Firefly (Receiver Mix)

4.    Morcheeba – Slown Down

5.    Mark Lanegan & Isobel Campbell- Come On Over (Turn Me On)

Parte II – Para quitarte la ropa

1.    The XX – Crystalised

2.    Led Zeppelin - D'yer Mak'er

3.    Brazilian Girls – Don´t stop

4.    Corinne Bailey Rae - Closer

5.    Kylie Minogue – Chocolate

Parte III – Para lamerte la espalda. Para lamerte.

1.    Britney Spears – Breathe on me (Jacques Lu Cont Radio Mix)

2.    Sneaker Pimps - Bloodsport

3.    She Wants Revenge – Tear you apart

4.    Nine Inch Nails – Closer

5.    Sensual Seduction – Snoop Dog

Parte IV – Para ver la lluvia caer

1.    Brigitte bardot & Serge Gainsbourg - Je t'aime moi non Plus

2.    Sade – No ordinary love

3.   High for this - The Wekeend

4.    Iron and Wine – Naked as we came

5.    Cat Power – Sea of lov

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Gilove2dance’s Over 300 Followers Giveaway That Coincides With Her Return From Normandy

So I brought a bunch of extra 8x10 photographs to Normandy in the hopes of getting them signed so I could give them to people who couldn’t go.  I was so fortunate to have been able to go and I wanted other people to get the chance to have a little piece of that. So this is up for grabs:

  • George Luz picture - signed by Rick Gomez
  • Bill Guarnere picture - signed by Frank John Hughes
  • Frank Perconte picture - signed by James Madio
  • Shifty Powers picture - signed by Peter Youngblood Hills
  • Babe Heffron picture - signed by Robin Laing
  • Eugene Roe picture - Shane Taylor was unable to attend
  • David Webster picture - Eion Bailey cancelled
  • 2 Don Malarkey pictures - Scott Grimes cancelled
  • Dick Winters and other officers picture - printed in the hopes Damian Lewis would be a surprise guest…which he wasn’t :P

RULES

  • You DO NOT have to be following me…but it would be nice :P
  • Reblogs AND likes count
  • NO giveaway blogs can win
  • I will ship anywhere in the world (no tracking or express unless you are willing to pay as there will be a lot to send out)
  • Randomly selected (with a random number generator) winners will be contacted on June 23rd

WHAT YOU WIN

  • First Prize: First pick of the autographed pictures and first pick of TWO of the unsigned pictures
  • Second Prize: Second pick of the autographed pictures and second pick of one of the unsigned pictures
  • Third Prize: Third pick of the autographed pictures and third pick of one of the unsigned pictures
  • Fourth Prize: Fourth pick of the autographed pictures and the last unsigned picture
  • Fifth Prize: The last autographed picture

Good luck everyone! I wish I could send everyone something…but we were only allowed so many autographs per person.

what’s up, bitches? your boy is finally back after a much needed break from the bullshit y’all kept serving me. i know you all thought i was over it and that i probably wouldn’t be back. i mean, i did kind of disappear on all of you (who am i? rowan and bailey?), but don’t worry! i was taking notes the whole time. so, lets finally uncover the bullshit that’s been happening in stone harbor.

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anonymous asked:

Ok, so...you don't like Jessica from GymCastic or leotardsanity (I totally get that last one, by the way), so what do you think about Emma Bailey? I don't really get if she does anything gymnastics related other than stalking gymnasts for photo ops.

I’m not sure who that is

I haven't really made a personal post in a while

I don’t know if my followers mind, but I assume not.

I don’t have too much to say. I’m in Georgia, and I’m having fun. Yesterday I went for long walk on the beach with my siblings and rattled on and on about my friends aswell as  had a debate with them about slut shaming and rape culture…So the internet tells me are the terms.

I’ve been reading too. Short stories by Don Bailey in a book called Stranger to Myself. It’s really good to be honest. Some stories far more than others. I really liked Greta Script, Dirty Laundry and Recurrence. The first one I mentioned is about a man and his wife and their dog greta which they found and how the dog has changed them over time. It really moved me. Dirty laundry and Recurrence are two short stories about the same couple, Wayne and Wanda. Wanda has been diagnosed with breast cancer and the story follows how it’s changed their relationship.

Basically, Don’s stories are simple but have a powerfully real element to them. You believe that these are entirely real people. It’s so raw. You meet these characters at pivitol points in their lives and you’re exposed to some epiphany that even they may not know the name to, or even what exactly brought it on. But you see it. And it’s just under you tonge and theirs. You’re just about to get it…and usually the story ends.

The introduction says that the stories go pretty much in chronological order, and you can sort of tell. The first stories are tidbits of life. Dynamic in the sense that even the one liner characters seem so dimensional, yet the resolution is unclear. As they go on, man… He ties them up so beautifully. Knows just when to expose you to the truths behind their actions.

I apologize for raving, but I’m liking it a lot more than I thought I would be. It reminds me of Kundera, if that’s not to bold to say. It’s just while I’m reading, I’m not to swayed by the actual story line, but the eloquences in which he expresses his characters and their emotions is mesmerizing. And when you finish the short story, you realise these dimentions of the character, these thoughts the author wants to express, have to be seen through that particular story. And that’s the way I felt about The Unbearable Lightness of Being which has become one of my favorite books.

Anyways…That said…I’m going to retreat back to reading the newest one I’m on ; Letter of Intent.

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Fresh photoshoot! Hair, fashion and motivation!! Welcome to the biggest year in our careers!! We did this shoot for our quarterly submission to Sophisticate Black Hair. We’ve been shooting hard all year long preparing for our big editorial push in the industry magazines.

Been so blessed to be able to partner with my cousin to form a company called “Bailey Society”. Bailey Society allows me to get our body of work to the public and editorial community smoothly while maintaining creative control and frequency. It also opens up other outlets of creativity for me.

Special shout to Paris Wimbley for the awesome make up application for our models! Next up: Long Beach, CA hair show and my first Social Networking course for Hair stylist. This year is truly taking off.