- me: whats your opinion on tampons
- little brother: they're little fuzzy sticks on strings
- me: then you are ultimately more mature than most boys
- little brother: why
- me: for some reason tampons are gross and taboo just cuz they go in a vagina
- little brother: well so does a penis and boys never stop talking about those
- little brother:
- me: that is a fantastic point
this is my uncle steve when he was my age he was the lead in a large polynesian gang and lived a rough life but he also has a strong passionate love for beyonce to the point he has it tattooed on his chest and named his second daughter beyonce
Women dressed as mermaids in Disneyland 1960
HOLLERS NO U DON’T UNDERSTAND!!!! Disney hired teenagers in the 60’s to literally be mermaids they held open auditions and the only requirements were that you had long hair and were a strong swimmer and they gave them mirrors and other props and they literally spent their days swimming and waving I heard a story once about sailors visiting the park and one of them jumped in with the mermaids THIS WAS JUST„ SO COOL I WANT TO BE A MERMAID! YELLs
I know someone whose Mom was one of the mermaids, it’s all very cool.
They had to stop because of the chlorine affecting the girls and because of men trying to jump in to get to them.
I would have loved to see Disneyland mermaids today though!
Hudson stood nervously with his hands in his pockets anticipating whether to knock or to run off while he still had the chance.
His eyes shot up in surprise as the door opened. He looked up to see Mary standing in the doorway looking the simplest he had ever seen her. Her Curly hair curtained around her completely bare face—no makeup whatsoever, he could even see the small spots of discoloration and moles on her skin.
“Hi…” He said awkwardly.
“I made the decision for you,” She said softly as she pulled on the cropped Stanford tank top she wore. Hudson’s eyes followed her hands as she set them on her hips, unknowingly bringing his attention to her smooth stomach and the beautiful curve of her hips. His eyes flickered up to hers as she continued to talk.
He stood there gawking at her, not knowing what to say or do. He shoved his hand into his pocket as he remembered the reason why he had come in the first place.
“Oh, um, you left your wallet at the Bakery.” He pulled out the small leather pouch from his pocket and handed it to her.”
“Thank you,” She took it from his hand, and waited for him to say something else.
“So…alright—bye.” He turned around sharply and but stopped when he felt Mary’s thin fingers wrap around his wrist.
He looked down at her metal decorated hand touching him, “Would you like dinner?” She asked suddenly, the words barely making sense.
He smiled widely, “I would love dinner.”
“It’s only me and my dad, he doesn’t bite…I promise.” She smiled at him and ran her hand down to his leading him into the house.
“So, where’s your mom?” He asked once he finally loosened up.
“She’s on a business trip.” She answered as she led him past the beautiful English style foyer.
“What kind of business does she…?” He trailed off as he saw the backside her father who was leaning over the stove. His voice caught in his throat as he examined this tall, lean, muscular man who could break him in half with no hesitation.
“Hey dad, is it ok if my friend joins us for dinner?” She asked.
He turned around from the stove and gave Hudson a gentle smile; his heart began to pound as he looked at him. He’d never been so nervous before. “Is it alright if he stays?” she reiterated.
“Yeah, of course.”
His palms began to sweat as she lead him farther to the modern kitchen, all stainless steel, marble, and glass. She lead him over to her father who was a tall man, with pale skin and snow white hair, he had the same bright green eyes as Hudson and a jolly smile painted on his face. From this angle he didn’t seem so terrifying anymore.
She let go of his hand and walked towards her father pecking him on the cheek and whispering something into his ear. “So dad, this is Hudson,” she said sweetly, “He’s in a couple of my classes.”
He reached onto the counter wiping his hand on a white towel he had thrown there and extended his large hand towards Hudson in anticipation of a handshake. Hudson shook his hand firmly and respectfully smiled at him, “Hi, Hudson nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too sir,” Hudson said formally.
“Sir?” Her father chuckled, “Call me, Curt.”
He laughed softly and nodded “Alright, Curt.”
“So, what will you have to drink Hudson?” He asked as he walked towards the fridge Mary following behind him and taking out a bottle of wine. He watched as they functioned around each other seamlessly and without mistake, it was like they were choreographed.
Hudson shrugged, “Anything is fine.”
“Is wine ok?” Mary asked softly as she twisted the cork out of the bottle.
“If it’s alright with your dad?”
“Yeah, it’s five o’clock somewhere right?”
“Wine it is then”, Mary chuckled as she winked at Hudson, handing him a half filled glass
She leaned against the counter slowly lifting her glass to her lips, taking a small sip and placing it back onto the table.
“Michelle, very strong—a little tart I’ve noticed.” She said to him as she licked her lips.
Hudson shook his head snapping out of his unadulterated thoughts, “The wine is named Michelle?” he asked.
“After my mother—it’s a bit bitter don’t you think?” She said it so nonchalantly that he wasn’t sure how to respond.
He watched her as he lifted the glass to his lips, his head beating widely all the while their eyes still locked with one another.
“It’s good isn’t it?”
He nodded, “Yeah, it is.”
Mary pulled out the stool beside him and sat down, their knees touching and their body’s very close. For a moment Hudson stiffened not really sure how to react. Under any other circumstance he would have been fine but she’d welcomed him quicker then he’d expected, not only that but she introduced him to her father.
She smirked as she watched him fidget, she liked this—It was her territory now…Her turn to make him uncomfortable.
She leaned into his ear breathing softly, her warmth tickling down his neck, “Look, I know I’ve been very harsh to you and I’m sorry. But I feel we can be really good friends.” She pulled away as smile lit across her face.
Hudson leaned into Mary as he pushed a mass of hair away from her ear, “I think we can be too.”
She turned a few centimeters towards him, their skin almost touching and took a sip of her wine. Her heat radiated towards Hudson’s cheek, he could feel his palms sweat as she made the innocent gesture.
Hudson’s heart beat loudly as he watched her drink, she was so beautiful.
It was in that moment of fixation that Hudson began to feel his body free fall into a deep black hole, his mind rushed around with a swirl of emotions that he was unsure of. For a moment everything was black and the only thing within his sight was Mary’s illuminated face looking at him, her eyes fluttering and shimmering in the bright light of the kitchen. Her curly hair gently framing her face as it casted a shadow onto her neck and shoulders.
It was at that very moment that Hudson realized why he had wanted to help her so badly, why he was so eager to make her happy and to make her smile; it was at that moment that Hudson Elms-Bailey fell in love with Mary Sydney.