#((c:bailey))

[sweetsirenitas]

open: anyone +21 muse: bailey, 35, she/her, Bisexual, tattoo artist connection: friend, unrequited crush, fwb, up to you

"Oh my gosh," Bailey rolled her eyes a bit. "Everyone wants to think I'm this big scary intimidating lady. But trust me it's just the tattoos." She narrowed her eyes playfully as she watched them. "Don't believe me? What? I don't seem sweet to you?

[godlyborn]

closed starter - bailey & logan ( @trashydemigodmess )

Bailey was hanging out with Logan, spending the day with her after auditions, now they had settled at Logan’s apartment, sitting on the bed after watching a movie and waiting for the cast list to come out. Bailey refreshed her inbox again like she had been for the last hour. This time she gasped loudly, standing up when she saw an email from Vera and Len. “Oh my Gods, I got an email.” She threw her phone toward the other side of the room. “I can’t look,” she said. She had actually tried this year when it came to the musical. Usually she just kind of half assed it, but this year was different, as life wasn’t getting in the way this time like it had been before. She had spent a long while working with Elias on her audition, even occasionally with Logan. “Just tell me I didn’t get a part, I can take it.”

[hairycactus]

Feeding the doritos to the jello while fussing over research as to why this fuckin thing got eyeballs

[catferro]

🧠brainless bailey🧠

CAT: are you a himbo?

[andreahuts]

👻BAILEY BOO👻

ANDREA: Hey gorgeous~

[bianca-capazano]

Where is my new favorite nephew?

[sal-rizzo]

Odd places always threw Sal’s sleep off.

It was the primary reason he rarely slept away from his own bed. Even if he was out late with friends, he always found his way back home. Even on the infrequent occasion that he met someone and went home with them, it was usually only for a brief visit and then he took an Uber home if it was necessary. There was nothing spectacular about his bed or pillows or comforter aside from the fact it was his, and that was the most comforting thing of all. Occasionally, when he used to go out on overnight hiking trips in the past or maybe went out when Cal visited, he’d been so exhausted he was able to fall asleep easily on the ground or hotel bed. He’d hoped it would be the same with the trip to the cabins in Plymouth, and he’d even done as much as he could to try to tire himself out so the first night would be peaceful.

It wasn’t so. His body seemed to sense it was someplace foreign, someplace potentially unsafe, and it seeped into his sleep and dreams. That was the worst part about sleeping away from home. It wasn’t just that he was a restless sleeper - the dreams were more vivid than those he had in the comfort of his own bed. So vivid he forgot that he was sixteen again, getting his then lanky frame beat to a pulp in the yard at juvie within his first few weeks there. It seemed so real he could almost taste the blood and thrashed as much as he could against his attackers.

The outside world was quiet, though. Serene in the middle of the wilderness, maybe even too serene for others to be able to sleep. The only sound that unexpectedly broke through the very early morning calm was sudden tugging and kicking against sheets so forcefully that it caused a muffled but violent raucous.

@baileyfuge

[traveler-ana-silva-blog]

Replay // Bailey & Ana

Ana had her TV on, ready to start the game. Everything was ready for Bailey to come and watch it with her. When she heard a knock, she got up and opened the door for the red head "Hi!"