#i wanna bundle him up and feed his big brain <3

[zackcrazyvalentine]

I just WANT Rozalie to interact with your Hallverd brothers because he's the perfect mix of near impossible to intimidate/scare. Haha... What are survival instincts? Looks at the murder in your eyes with confusion and asks if there's something on his face. And he's near impossible to offend. Speak down to him all you want. Insult him. Tell him off. "...Thank you for your input."

JUST ROZALIE MEETING HELIOS AND ASKS POLITELY WHO IS HE? FIRST OF ALL, HOW THE HELL DOES ROZALIE NOT KNOW THE HALLVERD FAMILY? SECOND OF ALL, HELIOS KNOWS HE'S SEEN THIS BLANK EYED HALF FAE IN NRC WHILE STUDYING. HOW-

Let Helios spit out, "I'm Helios Hallverd... You truly are unaware of anything. Everything from you phone to the items in your house is surely developed by the Hallverds. Your ignorance-"

"Oh, my phone? I recently got one of those. This is made by your family?" Rozalie pulls out the most outdated NOKIA OF TWISTED WONDERLAND that had been discontinued years ago by a company that has shut down...

And Rozalie is was genuinely asking, he's interested now. "I am trying to learn more of technology... As it seems important. Do you know about technology, Hallverd- ah... This would get confusing with your brother... Hm. Hallverd-senpai?"

I know neither of your boys would give Rozalie time of day willingly but my oblivious boy certainly isn't deterred!

JIDOFJREIGOT OH SWEET SUMMER CHILD ROZALIE, I ADORE YOUR FAE 💖

Helios blinks slowly at the redhead after seeing the outdated phone. Ah, now he remembers why "pretty faced, redhead, creepy fae" ringed familiar to him after being face to face with this... enigma.

"You're the one pestering my brother, aren't you?" Helios murmurs, not exactly intending for Rozalie to hear. He looks at the boy with narrowed eyes behind his shades.

"Mikhail, how can you allow it? From this person, no less." The eldest sibling felt disappointment on his younger brother.

An irritated sigh left him. "My family bought the company that created... that ancient brick you call phone." He tried to regain his composure. "I should not speak so ill of old tech. If it weren't for those first advances, the world would be behind in times."

The formal teen flicked his finger and produced a business card with magic. "I'm afraid I cannot spare time on the likes of you today. I must attend a call from the Headmaster." He handed the half fae the card. "Search-" He stopped for a moment.

"I am trying to learn more of technology... As it seems important." Rozalie's words echoed in Helios' mind.

Clearing his throat, Helios began again: "Have someone search this for you on the web, or do it on your own if you can. It will take you to the Hallverd Empire's home page. From there, you can read and learn as much as you'd like."

The fancy wristwatch on his right hand shone blue. Was that his magical stone? "Now, if you'd excuse me. I have more important matters to attend." A flick of the wrist and Helios was no more.

The teen was now walking down the hall to Crowley's office. All the way, he gritted his teeth and angrily smoothed out his jacket and pristine black button up underneath, a habit he had to stim out irritable energy.

"Fae are always so ignorant." Helios felt venom burn his veins. "Why are they even so powerful? It all goes to waste in the end."

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👀👀👀 Hello, yes, let me introduce y'all to Asshole #1

This allowed me to show more how he can be slightly mean in person, but then the true venom comes out when he's alone or in private

...I fucking love him still asdfsd 💖 Of course Izel, his closest friend, also fell into that category of fae, but slowly morphed as the wind dragon accepted to bring "modern times" into the island he calls home

Oh, Rozalie... you picked the most incorrect people to go inquire things to KSDLAFS luv, you have Koron and Zion RIGHT THERE JKLFDGS

Hope you liked~ Thank you for letting me practice my Helios writing!

#zask #oc talk #helios hallverd #others' ocs #rozalie enchantiane #precious precious fae #i wanna bundle him up and feed his big brain <3 #and smooch his cheeks and play with his hair <3

[angelhummel]

Honestly Brittany is underhated in my opinion lmao. Like I was literally waiting for ages for someone to make a negative thread about I am unicorn on reddit so I could hate on her. Last time someone made a thread about that episode said "Kurt was an asshole to yell at Brittany. He could have kindly explained to her to remove the posters" like he did? But Brittany went to ahead and hung the posters anyway. :/

Oh hey we just watched that ep! And I hated it! I don't know if I'd call it the worse episode, but it made me more uncomfortable than Asian F and Pot o Gold, which we watched right after. Like I've never had that bad a reaction to that ep before but wow

KURT: Look, I don’t just want to be know has Kurt Hummel: Homo.

BRITTANY: What’s wrong with that? Look - 99% of the kids at school are either freaks or closet freaks. The captain of the football squad - he gets the job, but he doesn’t represent the people. That’s why we need a unicorn.

My sister asked me if I agreed with that sentiment (being sure to say "If it wasn't Brittany saying it, how would you feel?" bc that makes a difference lol) and my response was "What did she say? I just tune her out now"

I mean obviously the sentiment isn't wrong. How often do we say that almost any one of the glee clubbers would be a better leader or representative than flop hudson. I just feel like Brittany is feeding into a larger problem that I have with season 3 in regards to Kurt

Which is just how they make so many jokes about Kurt being more flamboyant and girly than he actually is. Rachel saying she wants to see Kurt in a bridesmaid’s dress. Finn saying "What's with the sparkly jacket i thought you were kurt" but then he also has a comment in s2 about "sequined riding pants". but when has kurt ever wore sequins or sparkles outside of mercedes's dreamgirls fantasy number?? and having actual adults talk about how he isn't sexy enough (call the police) and laughing him out of an audition bc he's sooo fucking gay ha ha. i kinda talk about it here if you wanna read more unrelated angry rambling

Anyway all that to say. Kurt is not straight passing! He doesn’t need to be! He’s bold, theatrical, he loves fashion, he loves Broadway, and that’s great! But the pink sparkly unicorn stuff is something Brittany tried to force on him.

Kurt loves Judy Garland. He wanted to pay tribute to her with his campaign posters, hearkening back to her Blackglama fur coat ad. Something that references a beloved icon of the queer community, and fashion history at the same time. Two things that are very Kurt

But with Brittany, all nuance and clever reference is gone. She puts ruby slippers in the goody bag, just because they’re sparkly and flamboyant. They reference Judy in the most cliche and obvious way possible. Even if someone wants to claim it was her own version of a clever reference, she still has more pointless stuff in there as well. Unicorns, a teletubby, hair bands?? What does any of this have to do with Kurt or what he likes or represents?

And obviously there is nothing wrong with being the most flamboyant gay person you want to be. Pink and sparkles and rainbows obviously aren’t bad on their own. Not trying to sound like the shitty old “Gay people I respect vs gay people I don’t respect” meme. It’s just. Every gay person is more than their sexuality. No matter how flamboyant they are, how they dress, how many rainbows they wanna slap on everything. That’s still a whole person. Just bc all YOU see is a giant rainbow flag, that doesn’t mean that’s all they are

Brittany thinks being gay is nothing but pink unicorns and rainbow glitter. How is that any different from the shit Karofsky or Azimio or any other bully says about Kurt?? At the end of the day it’s just someone trying to cram him in a tiny little box that he is far too big, too bold, too nuanced to fit into 

I mean god fucking forbid, but imagine if Brittany was “helping” Mercedes run for president like this. Telling her that being black should be her main personality trait, and filling a goody bag with items that are Brittany’s idea of what being “black” means to HER 💀💀 (I mean anybody with common sense could see it was insane, but her stans would react the same way and make Mercedes the bad guy when she reacted poorly bc what else is new lol)

And all her dumbass unicorn talk literally made Kurt start to dislike that part of himself! Like he’s always been bullied for it but he was still unapologetically himself. But Brittany’s campaign idea contributed to Kurt thinking he needed to change himself, and saying he was tired of being a unicorn. And in s3 he starts wearing more drab colors and all these sweaters and capes and he’s bundling himself up like he’s protecting himself and it makes me sad. And they bring in a completely new character that looks like Kurt just to call Kurt ugly and a girl and make fun of him. It drives me up a fucking wall! Season 3 is so awful to Kurt i literally can’t stand it. And it all starts with Brittany :) Thanks for that. Girl power!

And after dealing with the pain and humiliation of literally being laughed out of an audition BY MEMBERS OF THE FACULTY for being “too gay” Kurt is faced with the bright pink unicorn posters with his face on him that say “This is your box! This is all you will ever be!” and wow i can’t imagine why he’d be upset with Brittany for that!! Who’da thunk??? Brittany was a selfish idiot for hanging them up. Kurt had every right to be upset. And Santana was an idiot for invalidating Kurt’s feelings and just boosting Brittany up when she was obviously in the wrong. But that’s Br*ttana for you :)

I’m not even happy about Kurt “accepting” the posters and hanging them up himself and making that his campaign theme. That’s the version of Kurt that someone else made up in their head. That’s not him. He is so much more than Brittany’s tiny little brain could ever even comprehend lol. So yeah. I hate her :)

#glee #kurt hummel #season 3 #asks #answered #my thoughts #anti brittany pierce #lol brittany pierce #ghostpavarotti #long post #anti brittana #lol brittana

[littlemeowyoons]

Bonded

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff(lots of them), a drop of angst, Single Dad! AU, College! AU, Introvert! Yoongi, Tutor! Y/n

Word Count:1.8k

Synopsis: Yoongi found a basket left in front of his dorm room one day, and turns out it was his daughter, left alone crying. Puzzled and scared was an understatement. When his 4 semesters roommate Jimin left for his hometown, he was left with the last straw of help, turning to his physics tutor a.k.a friend-that-I-only-know-name-but-have-no-interest-in-knowing-more; you.

Series: Masterlist l Part 1 I Part 3

                                    Pt.2-It’s a girl, dumbass

                                                 °•. ✿ .•°

It took a while for you to realize but as soon as the bottle ran out of milk, you were taken aback by the sleeping figure in your arm. You smiled softly as you take in the infant’s features, starting from its’s soft baby hairs to those closed eyes and lastly to the little pair of soft faint pink lips. Even in sleep, the peaceful feature of the infant enhanced the mint polka dot clothes she wears.

“Your back must’ve hurt, I’ll help put her back into her basket.”, Yoongi reached out his hands but you take a small step backwards.

“Ah no no it’s okay, I wanna hold her a little bit longer.”

Yoongi nod, turning his head away and scratched the back of his neck. Now what?

“I don’t want to put her down, but that doesn’t mean I want to stand all day.”, you laughed softly.

“Oh right, come sit at the sofa.”

As both of you sit down, the room fell into a deep silence again, only accompanied by soft breathings and Yoongi’s thumping heartbeat (he wish you didn’t inch closer, you’ll hear it for sure). Why is he so nervous again? Yeah yeah, his physics tutor is here, coming back after what Yoongi assumed wouldn’t and she’s holding his child. His!

“Are you gonna keep her?”

“Firstly I dunno it’s even a girl”

“Seriously Yoongi? Her clothes say it all.”

“Okay okay I don’t major in children like you.”

“It’s actually early childhood education you moron. But knowing her gender by her clothes is actually basic in life!”

“There’s unisex clothing”, Yoongi defended.

“She’s wearing a dress!”, You half yelled half-whispered and glanced downward to make sure the infant in your hand didn’t wake up from the commotion, but soon you heaved a sigh as the baby snuggled close to you, seeking warmth. That’s when it hits you that the room temperature could still be cold to the baby as their skin is still too thin.

“Hey, hand me a blanket or something. I think I saw one in the bag, the green one.”

Yoongi stand up and reached for the bag, which you left on the kitchen counter. He rummaged through it while walking back to you.

“And second, I actually don’t know if I could keep her”

He didn’t get a response, so he lifts up his head, to see you frowning on the sofa, face edged with worries while staring at his daughter. A sudden wave of warmth wash over him, but he quickly refocus on the task beforehand, his hand still rummage through the bag.

“It’s actually a towel.”

Yoongi showed you the green material in his hand, which truly, is a towel.

“It’s too small, won’t cover her feet though.”, your eyes travel upward to Yoongi’s body and stare maybe a bit too long for Yoongi’s liking.

He cleared his throat and speaks again, “Now what?”

“Take off your clothes.”

“What?!”

The baby in your hand stirred a little, whining before falling back to sleep. Once you were sure she was in dreamland again, you shoot a death glare to Yoongi.

“Sorry, but you, you want me to, take, take off my clothes?”

“The first layer, Yoongi. Your shirt is big enough to wrap her wholly.”

“O-oh”, Yoongi quickly wiggled himself out of his grey checkered print button-up shirt leaving him in his black plain shirt, and hands it to you.

“Spread it open, then put it here”, you patted a spot beside you on the sofa and Yoongi complied.

Once the shirt is layed on the sofa, you carefully put down the baby in the middle of the material, careful not to wake her up from her deep slumber. Suddenly, you froze midway and turn to him, wide eyes.

“Please say this is clean.”

Yoongi scoffed, “I just did laundry. If you come here two days ago I would've a different answer.”

“Sorry, its just...baby are sensitives to this kind of thing, we should be careful.” You then take the right side of the shirt before pulling it to the left side, slipping it under the baby’s small figure, working the same on the left side. Yoongi watched in silence as her daughter soon turned into a small bundle of burrito in his shirt, he nearly teared off, his eyes are watery just by the sight of it.

“You order a 32 weeks old smol size of burrito, sir?”, you reached out Yoongi’s daughter to him, hoping that he take it but Yoongi didn’t get the message though.

“How do you know she’s 32 weeks?”

“I assumed, infant isn’t supposed to open their eyes before reaching 26 weeks old. Since she did, that means her eyes are fully developed so she must be older. Judging from her cry, her voice is clear so that means older than 28 weeks. So yeah, 32 weeks.”

“Wow… you aren’t lying when you said kids are your passion.”, Yoongi comment quietly.

“I learnt about this Yoongi, even if you ask other students in my course, they’ll have the same answer as mine”, you retracted your hand, keeping the baby close to you.

“I’m gonna try you know”

“Huh?”

“I said I don’t know if I could keep her, I have, dare I say negative experience in this child-raising thing. But that doesn’t stop me from trying, she’s my child, by blood and I’ll keep her for my whole life.”

“Okay, sounds good enough to me”, you smiled, “Now come sit, or are you planning on standing forever?”

Yoongi slowly stride over, sitting beside you and smiled at his daughter. That’s when a question spring into your mind.

“What’s her name?”

“I dunno? It doesn’t say in the card.”

“Well, what do you want to name her then?”

“Me?”

“Yeah you, she’s your child, by blood and all”

Yoongi pondered on it for a moment before breaking out a small smile, eyes on his daughter.

“Inara…Min Inara”

“What does that mean? That doesn’t sound korean”

“It’s Arabic which means Light, the light of my life.”

“That’s…awfully sweet, I need to do a health checkup to find out if I got a diabetes hearing that.”

“What?”

“You know diabetes, the excessive glucose in blood? Cause your words just now is extremely sweet and sweetness could be associated with glucose which could cause diabetes so…”

“You know, when you explain it, you sound so much dumber than you already are.”

“Excuse me, I didn’t get a freaking five for my physics test like seriously…five? The hell did you do?”

“I wrote my name, stand up and submit the test.”

Your mouth dropped open, it was your first time asking the reason how he got a freaking five, and to be honest, you did not expect this level of unbothered. But at the same time, you shouldn’t be, he’s the great so talked Min Yoongi. Heart of stone, unemotional, hard to crack, but as someone who had been tutoring him for less than a year now, you could prove none of those gossips were true. Yoongi is…well, Yoongi. He’s unique in his own way, emits his own vibe and talk what he wants to say, not what people wants to hear. That was what you secretly admire about Min Yoongi, he shines in his own galaxy and one time, you wanted to be in his orbit though if you told him you were sure he’s gonna judge you silently, like all those sharp comeback and dagger stares.

“If I knew you were that helpless I would’ve said no.”

“Would you?”

Right, would you? You even goes all the way from the other side of the campus to the boys dormitories, almost trip at the stairs, run to girls dormitories to meet Kim Woyeon to ask her for some formulae powder because she once got pregnant and have a son for a while, you figured she would still have some left, then run back to Yoongi’s dorm to feed his daughter. You did so much already in the span of two hours, would you reject his offer way back in the past? You weren’t sure but sudden fear filled your thoughts. Why did you become so selfless when it comes to Yoongi? Why were you so submissive? No, it was an act of kindness to a friend. Min Yoongi is a friend. You were sure of it, but it scares you that you need to chant it over and over in your head as if you were convincing the fact to yourself.

“You could’ve save all the hustle and ask Namjoon instead. He’s one of the alphas too”

Yoongi snorted and lean back on the sofa, shaking his head in strong disagreement.

“You think I don’t? But I quit after like, two weeks or something.”

“Why?”

“Imagine going out to hang with your friends only to be held from sitting until you explain the definition of Newton’s first law, or solve a physics pop quiz right on the spot”, Yoongi grunt and closed his eyes. He seems traumatized by it.

“That hard?”

“You don’t know Kim Namjoon well enough, you think you do, but the truth is you don’t. You never been his student and I swear I hated going out more than before. I’m even scared to cross path with him during class hour. He’s a good guy, but without all his books and papers, yeah.”

You need to agree to the last part, that one is true.

“Different from you, you were hard, but not that extreme, I could tolerate you enough.”

“Oh really? I’m grateful to he-“

Yoongi cut in your words, “But I do consider cutting ties on the first day after your said gel pen is better than ball pen.”

You take advantage of his lack of self guard to hit him square on his upper arm, to which he grunted in response.

“How can you hold a baby and still hit me that hard?”

“I have two hands Yoongi.”

“Oh Y/n look”

You hold back whatever comeback you wanted to throw straight to his face about how gel pen is better, you almost pull out a 50 slides of presentation to support your words, but all of that was held back when you were met with a pair of the most beautiful eyes you ever seen. Those wide eyes shows that she had been listening to both you and Yoongi’s conversation for a long time. Meh, not that she’ll remember anyway, her memory storage part in her brain isn’t fully developed yet. Oh, you remembered that she’s staring at a stranger so you, for real this time hold out Inara to Yoongi, if he still didn’t take her, you swear you’ll throw the baby right at his face. Okay, no that was an extreme hyperbole.

“I…don’t know if I can hold her. I, I don’t know how.”

“It’s okay, I’ll guide. Right, so hold out your hand like this”

You tried to transfer the baby in your arms into Yoongi’s but she cried as soon as she’s halfway there. Yoongi retracted away, you could see how stress he look.

“Hey relax, okay? Baby can sense when you’re uncomfortable. Just take a deep breath”

Yoongi look deeply at you and inhale.

“And out. In, and out”

After seeing Yoongi calmed down a bit, you step closer, you socks covered feet meet his bare one.

“Okay so, an infant’s head is the heaviest part of their body because the head developed first in the womb other than other organs which develops at a slower rate, so support her head.”

Inara is safely transferred to Yoongi, his hand is under her head.

“Good, now this hand-“, you take Yoongi’s other hand that is supporting Inara’s waist awkwardly, “-hold here”, you drag it to hold Inara’s bottom as you speak.

“Bring her close to your chest, baby feels calm when they hear your heartbeat. Try it.”

Yoongi pull Inara closer to him, her head rested sideways on his chest and as that, Inara who had been wiggling around stopped.

“Is she dead? I killed her!”

“No Yoongi”, you let out a scoff along with a small laugh, “She’s relaxed. Look, you’re bonding. How does it feel?”

“It feels…calming”, you could swear you catch a faint smile appeared on Yoongi’s lips.

“Yeah, holding your child is a healing process, and actually a chance to get closer.”

“You must have got an ‘A+’ for this in your class.”

“Actually,”, you tucked in a stray strand of hair to the back of your ears, “I only learn this theoretically. I practice this umm, out of class hour.”

“Where?”

“At umm, at my place.”, you nervously fidget with your fingers.

“Your neighbourhood got a lot of kids?”

“You bet, tons of them, variety of age even.”

“Wow, I think you’re, you’re an incredible person, Y/n, just wanna put it out there.”

“Thanks Yoongi, and I think you need a tissue now.”

“Huh why-“

“Inara just barfed on your shirt.”, you giggled.

“Awh Inara! It was a black shirt!”

“Hold up, I’ll help.”

Yoongi watched you rushed into the kitchen to grab some paper towel in pure awe. Maybe, just maybe, receiving Inara out of nowhere is a blessing in disguise.

#bts yoongi #bts #bts imagines #singledad! au #yoongi imagine #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts x y/n

[trade-baby-blues]

Bye, Bye, Bye

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Warnings: swears, angst

Word Count: 1938

A/N: requested by @auduna-druitt a million years ago. Based on the song “Rockabye” by Clean Bandit. I’m so sorry it took so long. I’ve been crazy busy between work and school! I didn’t follow the prompt exactly, because the mom isn’t in Starfleet :( Hopefully you still like it though! I didn’t proofread it because I wanted to get it posted. I’m gonna go back and fix all the errors when I get a chance. 

Between the hum of the fluorescent lights and the sound of cars passing on the highway, sleep clouded your mind. There were no customers. Of course there weren’t. Who in their right mind would stop at a run down diner in the middle of Nowhere, Iowa during a winter colder than you’d ever felt (not that that was saying much since you moved up from San Francisco a few months ago).

Ran away, a voice echoed in your ears. You pushed it out of your mind as you rested your head on your arms across the countertop. As your eyes fell shut again, the bell chimed and the door opened, letting in a chill.

You snapped up, eyes going straight to the small bundle of coats and blankets curled up in the farthest booth. You watched the blankets rise and fall before sighing deeply.

“Sorry if we woke you up, sugar. Someone decided it would  the perfect time for a road trip back home.”

The deep, grumbling voice warmed you up, despite the cold, and seemed to belong to an equally grumbly man. He glared at his blond friend, who seemed to be enjoying himself a lot more.

“I told you we could take the shuttle. You’re the one who said you prefer driving,” the blond said before taking a seat at the counter.

“I spend enough damn tim in artificial gravity and besides, shuttles crash. You should know, Jim. How many have you crashed at this point? Half a dozen?”

The blond man quieted down and you took the opportunity to offer both men some coffee. It was easy enough to figure out they were starfleet. Even if Jim had been able to stop talking about their mission for more than 5 minutes, ou clocked them as soon as they came in the door.

“Can I get you boys anything else? You smiled sweet as you could, hoping the men would give you your tip and keep on driving.

“Mm, I think I’m gonna need bout ten more slices of this pie, sweetheart,” Jim said.

“No more pie. Doctor’s orders.”

“Aw come on, Bones. You’re no fun.” Jim turned back to you, a sly smile on his lips and  look in his eye that made you groan internally. “How ‘bout your number instead? Bones smacked Jim hard in the arm and he yelped in pain. “What the hell, Bones?”

“I told you not to bother the lady.”

“No, you said don’t other the pretty lady,” Jim said, voice teasing. Bones’ features darkened. He looked ready to strangle Jim, who was clearly holding back laughter.

“Mommy,” a soft voice said from the corner. Aiden stuck his head out from the blankets, barely reaching over the table. His hair stood at all angles, and you couldn’t help but smile at him.

“It’s okay, baby. Go back to sleep.” He nodded and slunk back down into the booth. You turned back to the two men in front of you. Jim was turned toward Aid, but Bones kept his eyes fixed on you.

“He yours?”

“No, I like to collect small children is all. They’re good for cleaning small spaces.” You smiled, clearing away the empty plates. The first hint of a grin reached Bones’ lips and you felt a swell of pride. You could tell by the lack of laughter lines he didn’t smile nearly as much as Jim.

“How old is he?”

“Four. He’ll be 5 in a week.”

“Dad must be proud of him,” Jim cut in.

Your smile faltered. “Wouldn’t know.” You turned away, stacking plates in the sink. You heard another smack and furious whispering. Then, silence as you scrubbed the dishes clean.

Bones was the first to break the silence. “My wife and I got divorced too. Our daughter Jo was about your son’s age at the time. You hazarded a glance at Bones, noticing a softness to him you hadn’t seen earlier.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“I’m not.” It was barely a whisper and could’ve just been wishful thinking, but you heard Bones’ voice in your head the rest of the night, even as you dropped Aiden off at your parents’ house and got ready for your shift at the grocers.

Time trickled by like molasses off a cold spoon. The monotonous beep of items being scanned as the same top 40 hits playing on repeat made you wonder if you were actually dead and trapped in some sick purgatory. Your mind wandered and you thought about how your life had gotten to this point, from full ride to single mother. You were painfully aware that your parents couldn't understand but you would change it for the world. Aiden meant everything to you, and you wanted to give him everything you missed out on.

“Didn't I just see you at the diner, Y/N.”

The voice caught you off guard and your eyes shot up, drinking in the messy hair and dark circles under Bones’ eyes.

“Oh thank God,” you said. As your brain caught up with your mouth, you flushed a deep red and tried to apologize, only managing a garbled stream of words that embarrassed you even more.

“Don't hurt yourself now, sugar,” Bones laughed. It was a laugh you dreamt about. Well, you probably would’ve dreamt about it if you’d slept between the diner shift and the grocer.

“If I do hurt myself will you ki-”

“Mommy,” Aiden yelled, cutting off what would have been your best attempt at flirting in years. “Mommy, mommy, grammy and I came to see you!” Aiden wrapped himself around our legs before looking up at you with his big ol’ eyes. You couldn’t even be mad at him.

“I see that, pumpkin,” you said, ruffling his hair, “But I thought grammy was taking you to the park.”

“Oh yes, well, Deborah called and invited me over for a round of bridge and brandy so no park today.”

You stared at your mother. “And bridge is more important than your grandson?”

Your mother pursed her lips. “Yes well, I had hoped for more time to play bridge before I had one. I must hurry off or I’ll miss the first hand. Ta-ta.”

“Wait! Mom!” You tried to follow her, slowed down by Aiden holding onto your leg and giggling. “Mom, I can’t watch him. I’m at work. I’ll get fired.”

“Then you should have thought of that before you got pregnant, dear. We told you you weren’t ready.” With that, your mother turned on her perfectly polished heel and walked away. You closed your eyes, pulling Aiden closer to you and attempting to find some footing. Everything felt like it was falling apart. You knew you couldn’t let it. Not here. Not in front of Aiden.

“I know I’ve got no business offering, but I can watch the kid for you.” You turned around, excuses poised on your tongue. You’d never relied on a stranger for help. You weren’t about to ask Bones, but he cut you off. “I’ll stay right outside on the little toy car. You can see us through the windows. ‘Sides, It’s 3 p.m. You gotta be getting off soon, right?”

You read the honesty in Bones’ eyes and sighed again. “In an hour, yeah.” You fished in your pockets for some money. “Will you buy Aiden some lunch? I’m sure mom didn’t feed him yet.”

Bones held a hand up. “My treat. I insist.” You didn’t have enough energy to fight with him, so you stuffed the money back in your pocket and bent down to kiss Aiden goodbye and to remind him to stay in sight.

Somehow, the next hour went by even slower. You kept glancing out the window at Aiden and Bones. They seemed to be enjoying themselves. You could hear them laughing whenever the doors slid open, and you smiled every time. Finally, 4 o’clock rolled around and you clocked out as fast as you could, wanting nothing but a nice long nap. Aiden seemed to have other plans, of course.

“Mommy, Lee said he’d take me to the park. Can we go to the park?” Aiden tugged at the bottom of your uniform apron.

“Lee?”

“Short for Leonard,” Bones said.

“Well, I’m sorry Lee,” you teased, “but we’re gonna have to say no this time. Mommy needs some sleep. Come on, Aiden.”

“But mommy I wanna go to the park! You promised I could go to the park today.”

“I know baby, but grandma was supposed to take you while I was at work.”

“She didn’t! She didn’t take me. She said mean things and told me to stay in my room.”

Your blood immediately began to boil. “What mean things did she say?” Aiden quieted down, kicking the gravel with the toe of his shoe. “Aiden,” you said, dropping to his level, “Baby, you know you can tell me.”

He looked up through his lashes, eyes teary. “She said she didn’t want me. That my daddy didn’t want me and that’s why he left. And she called you names that I didn’t understand.”

“What names.” You were fighting to keep your voice level.

Aiden furrowed his brow, trying to remember. His voice was almost too small to hear when he spoke, but it was still strong enough to break your heart. “She said you were a whore. What does that mean, mama?”

You closed your eyes and stood up, holding tightly to Aiden’s hand. “It’s a grown-up word, sweetie. You’ll know what it means when you get older, like me. Now, let’s get you home.” Thankfully, Aiden accepted the explanation with a serious nod.

Bones placed a hand gently on your free hand, stopping you. There was sorrow in his eyes and a crease on his forehead, like he was thinking hard about what to say. Finally, he let his fingers slip between yours and held your hand, refusing to look you in the eye as if he was a lovestruck schoolboy again. “Maybe we can go to the park tomorrow if you’re free. We could have a picnic.”

“It’s supposed to snow,” you replied.

“I’ll pack extra hot chocolate.” Leonard brushed his thumb over the back of your hand and it felt like fire shooting up your arm. Your heart sped up from that one little touch and the soft smile Bones gave you was hot enough to melt the snow.

“Will there be marshmallows,” Aiden chimed in. “I love marshmallows. And we can build a snowman! Mommy, please can we go. I wanna build a snowman and have a snowball fight. Please please pleeeaase.” Aiden pulled on your apron again, pouting . You would’ve done anything for that face, and he knew it.

Smug little shit, you thought to yourself. “Okay, but mommy has to go sleep for about twelve hours first.”

“Yay! Thank you mommy!” Aiden threw his arms around your legs again before jumping over to Bones and giving his legs a tight hug too. “See you tomorrow Lee! Don’t forget the marshmallows!”

Leonard laughed again, and as the sound filled your ears all your worries slipped away. “I promise I won’t, kiddo. Now you be good and listen to your ma, okay?” Aiden nodded furiously, taking hold of your hand and beaming up at you.

“Aren’t you going to say goodbye to Lee,” you asked Aiden.

“Oh! Yeah!” Aiden waved his arm wildly at Leonard. “Byyyyyyyeee!!”

“Bye.” Leonard smiled, waving to Aiden then to you.

“Bye,” you said. The corners of your mouth were still turned up into a smile that stayed with you even while you slept.

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Music of the Month: April 2017

I had next to no expectations for music I’d find this month, but even with that, I managed to find some highly intriguing and even powerful stuff. Looking back on everything, my picks for this month are very much on the “chill” side, which is a happy accident considering how I’ve been in the tail end of my semester and working my butt off. Otherwise, there’s a nice mix of genres as always, but there is one big difference this time around: I ran into my first tie for album of the month, which I’ll cut right to:

Albums of the Month: Inside Out (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) by Michael Giacchino…

…and Strangers by Balto

First off, let me just say that both of these works of cover art are amazing. Next, while these two albums are stylistically quite different, they each equally appeal to my tastes and they’re each so strong all the way through. Inside Out feeds my love for film score (and especially my Michael Giacchino kick), and in that, it fit in just the right notch between the different and the familiar. I love Michael Giacchino’s work because of how much he plays with recurring themes, and this album is no stranger to that strategy (nor is it a stranger to his knack for puns, wink wink), but the orchestration took this score in particular to another level for me. There’s such a wonderful blend of conventional strings and piano along with less conventional ones like the bells that give the entire score such an ethereal sound; it’s exactly what I thought it would sound like to live inside a brain. This is best represented on tracks like “Bundle of Joy” and “Abstract Thought.” …But for one last touch, I nearly lost it when I was listening to it while doing homework in the library and I discovered the trollish surprise at the end of the last track. I won’t spoil the fun for you, but if you’ve seen Inside Out, you’ll know what I’m talking about when you get to it. (sinister giggles)

Strangers feeds my love of indie rock and complex lyrics. Admittedly, I was primarily interested in the band because of their namesake, Balto the sled dog, whose heroic story was adapted into my childhood favorite movie. Logically, if I liked that so much, I should like the band, and luckily I did, but that's beside the point. The way I see it, this is the perfect music to have playing in the background at a barbecue. The overall vibe is so laid-back and pleasing to help you relax and have fun, but there's still plenty of substance to keep you interested. It helps that the general mix is so solid, and the lead singer's voice has such a nice color to it; it has just enough bite to it to snag your attention, but it's still warm enough to keep it from being too distracting. My standout tracks here were "Restless Generation," "Star of Bethlehem," and "A Year Lasts a Lifetime." While "Star of Bethlehem," is a super-mellow, toned-down ballad, the other two are uptempo jams with some pretty relatable and/or thought-provoking lyrics ("Everybody shuts off one way or another babe, you know it's true") that fit the barbecue aesthetic perfectly. Overall, it's nice not having too much stimulus in this album. I love being able to kick back, relax, and just take in the atmosphere. …Although, all this barbecue talk is giving me hamburger cravings.

5 Great Songs from this Month:

“Can’t Help Falling in Love” as performed by Pentatonix

I could write a book detailing my love for Pentatonix, but this cover of theirs in particular brings up a good point I have to make about them. While they’re such innovators in the a capella world (see “Daft Punk”), they know just when to dial it back and focus on rich harmonies. I already liked the original Elvis song, but this arrangement augments it in the best way possible. The blend of their voices sounds very innocent and vulnerable in a romantic way and the harmonies (oh gosh, the harmonies) left me waiting for every single word. I said before that I thought the cover of “Bohemian Rhapsody” that appeared on the same EP was a shoo-in for this list, but I found this just the slightest bit more polished. As great as Pentatonix is at transforming songs and making the most out of their limitations as a vocal group, this simple stuff that they do matters so much to me.

“Battle Scars” by Paradise Fears

I ran into this song via this AMV, which is a sentence I don’t think I’ve ever said before, but I’m still grateful that that’s how it happened. On the one hand, I love that AMV; it’s so beautifully drawn and it manages to pack so much emotion and meaning into a 30 second clip. On the other hand, the song itself is one of the most powerful ones I’ve heard in a while, and it came at a perfect time due to some personal struggles I’ve been having. It honestly makes me cry when I listen to it, but it does that in a way that motivates me. It’s a gorgeous reminder that no matter how difficult things may seem or no matter how far away the finish line may be, there’s always hope and there are always people to support you; even in the midst of fear and anxiety, everyone has the power to keep on going and make their way to greater things. It gives me the strength to keep marching on, what more can I say? My only complaint is that I’m a little bitter Apple Music will only let me stream a live version rather than the studio recording, but whatever form it’s in and whatever medium I encounter it through, I know this is a song that will stick with me for years to come. 

“Warm on a Cold Night” by HONNE

This song is like a perfect blend of the retro and the modern; while the production is very synth-heavy, right from the opening with the deep-voiced narrator, there’s this sense of classic swagger to set the mood to grab your attention. This altogether with HONNE’s voice creates this incredibly, for the lack of a better word, sexy aesthetic. As a tune, it’s minimalist, but you just have to appreciate the production value that went into the recording. Like the songs from Strangers, I like how it feels like there’s a lot going on, but you can still kick back and take it all in; you don’t need everything turned up to 12 to have an enjoyable listen.

“Hey Mami” by Sylvan Esso

This tune has a pretty similar aesthetic to that of “Warm on a Cold Night,” but that didn’t really occur to me at first because I discovered it via my university’s all-female a capella group. I liked that the recording was this simple a capella groove supporting the poetry in the melody, and later was pleasantly surprised when the synth bass dropped after the first verse. The texture still feels very simple, but that clash between the synth and the voices works so well. Going back to the poetry, the story’s about being catcalled and reacting to it, which is a pretty uncommonly covered topic in itself, and the lyrical delivery feels so rapid-fire and constantly flowing, which kept me intrigued. For a pop tune, it’s just so unique, and I love finding new flavors like this one’s.

“LOVE. (FEAT. ZACARI)” by Kendrick Lamar

I’ve been very recently trying to get into hip hop because it was never really a genre that I was interested in before. In particular, I’ve been interested in Kendrick Lamar because one of my good friends is a huge fan of his, and while it was just before I joined Tumblr, I had listened to To Pimp a Butterfly and was blown away by the sheer amount of artistry and power that went into it. Naturally, I wanted to see how Kendrick could’ve topped that with DAMN., and while I have to be honest in that I didn’t like it as much as To Pimp a Butterfly it was still great! This track in particular surprised me because every other song on DAMN. felt so harsh and intense, whereas this felt a lot more vulnerable and sentimental. It may be more pop than hip hop, but it’s such a beautiful package with the beat and the back-and-forth of Kendrick and Zacari’s voices. Just hearing Kendrick sing “I wanna be with you” makes me smile, and I appreciate getting to hear a different side from him, even for only one track.

As I mentioned, I’ve been managing the end of my semester, and all of these picks were all great ways to relax, whether I was playing them in the background while studying or taking a break and listening to them more seriously. All of these, except for the Pentatonix track maybe the Inside Out album since I’ve been working my way through the archives of Disney/Pixar score, weren’t expected either, which made it fun! May is going to be another one of those months, which ought to be exciting, but I’m expecting at least 3 big album releases already for June, I’m not quite sure how to feel on that front. Either way, until next month (and hopefully not days into it)!

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