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[oitnb-thoughts]

poussey didn’t deserve any of that

[acrownforaking]

YOO saw your post about season 5 oitnb and just wanted to know what you are your thoughts on CO Bailey?

I’m so torn when it comes to Bailey, and I think that was the goal with having him be the one to murder Poussey. With Bailey, it’s harder to just automatically condemn him. Because he was a terrified, poorly trained kid, and he made a mistake. But that mistake cost Poussey her life, and Poussey was, and is, my favorite character, a precious child who deserves all of the love and happiness in the world. So naturally, I have a great deal of anger towards him.

That being said, I’m not sure what general consensus is on Bailey, but personally, even though it was, in direct terms, his fault, I find the blame more with Piscatella and MCC. MCC for not training the guards properly, and Piscatella for creating the environment that ultimately lead to Poussey’s death.

Like Taystee said to Piscatella, “It’s your fault. You. You’re the reason Poussey is gone.” I find myself thinking the same thing.

Bailey is a good guy. But like Poussey’s father told him, this is something that he is going to have to live with for the rest of his life. Something he probably won’t ever find peace with, because he took an innocent life, mistake or not. It’s a stain he’s never washing off. 

[thechildebeast]

Officer Bailey is too good for this world ❤️

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Exclusive Track Premiere: The End of Summer – “Bride & Groom”

Comprised of Braeden Henderson, Oliver Dobrian, Jake Stein, and Baxter Bailey, The End Of Summer are currently releasing a fresh single every month and we’re delighted to exclusively premiere their debut, Bride & Groom. Now, don’t let the band name deceive you — although called The End of Summer, this Los Angeles indie-pop foursome deliver soaring synths and bright melodies in the new wistfully…

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about a year ago my friend Baxter wrote and recorded this.  To be honest it's one of the best things I've ever heard.  I hope you enjoy it. Check out his bandcamp page!

http://baxterbailey.bandcamp.com Lyrics:

So I sculpted your bust from sweat and from stone,  And hoisted it in the air, with my love in mind to prove.  But it's beauty fell short with you in comparison  Oh my dear sweet Clementine, to you i'll always be true.  So I strung up the stars to spell out your name  How it shone, eclipsing the night's royal blue.  But then the wind came and whisked it away,  Oh my dear sweet Clementine, I would've always loved you.  Cause then you took to the helm of another man's lust,  And the prophecies of so many wiser than me came true. For my friends forewarned me of this day,  Oh my dear sweet Clementine, why would you?  You drowned my happiness in a lake up near Paso  And ran my sorrow's bar tab through the roof.  And now I shiver at the mention of your name,  Oh my damn perfect Clementine, How could you? Why would you?  What are bones, but shelter to our organs?  What are organs, but minions to our minds?  What's our mind, but slave to our heart?  What's my heart, now that it's finally free of you?  So I drew all my memories of you on the sand  And cheered that reaper, the tide, to take you away  But even with all its destructive glory,  Your hold on my head, Clementine, remained.  So I gathered my thoughts of you and I set them ablaze  Laughed wildly, even sadistically, at the flames  With the hopes that they'd finally keep you at bay  Oh your hold on my head, Clementine, remained.  So I collected our reveries, threw them under the floorboards,  But it seems that my skin's forever stained,  Cause just like the man with the vulture's eye, I could hear your heart beat,  Oh your hold on my head, Clementine, remained.  So I took your reflection, the last you in contention,  And realized you're not one and the same  The you that I miss, is not the you that exists.  Oh your hold on my head, Clementine, no longer remains.  What are bones, but shelter to our organs?  What are organs, but minions to our minds?  What's our mind, but slave to our heart?  What's my heart, now that it's finally free of you?

What are bones, but shelter to our organs?  What are organs, but minions to our minds?  What's our mind, but slave to our heart?  What's my heart, now that it's finally free of you?

What are bones, but shelter to our organs?  What are organs, but minions to our minds?  What's our mind, but slave to our heart?  What's my heart, now that it's finally free of you?

What are bones, but shelter to our organs?  What are organs, but minions to our minds?  What's our mind, but slave to our heart?  What's my heart, now that it's finally free of you?