" this is calm, and it's doctor. "

“WHO’S THOMAS MERTON?” “THE ONE THING YOU CAN NEVER TAKE AWAY FROM US.” ♡ MAEVEIISMS || ITSDCTCR ♡

“Oh-Um, yeah, I could. Thank you.” he said, offering her a little, awkward smile. 

The rest of the night went by slightly better than average. The audience was a little more receptive, no one yelled slurs at her while she was singing… A guy even offered to buy her drinks afterward. She was tempted to take him up on the offer, but she wanted to learn more about the man from the coffee shop. 

Spencer listened to every word of every song and monologue Hedwig sang or said that night, fascinated by her life, or what he learned during the show, at least. After the show, he noticed a man trying to talk to Hedwig, his mannerism flirtatious. His heart sank; she would probably choose to go with the man instead of come back over to talk to him. He sighed sadly, shuffling in his seat. Maybe if he waited another minute, she’d come over...And he wasn’t sure why he wanted her to so badly. 

example: if you send me ♬ 7, i’ll put my itunes on shuffle, skip forward seven songs and use my favorite lyric from that song.

you are worth it

“You didn’t mean it, Garcia. It’s alright,” cooed the doctor, turning her head down in shame as she tried to look for her glasses.

“Are you alright?”

The boy looked down, trying to remember.  He messed with Superman’s arm a bit before saying quietly, “He was tall white, and he had white hair, like Elsa.” He liked Frozen, but he wasn’t sure if white was a real hair color. Alex swallowed thickly. “He also had a tattoo on his wrist. Of a clown.” He didn’t realize his voice wavered more than usual when he mentioned the clown tattoo. Regina rubbed his back before telling Reid quietly, “He’s terrified of clowns.”

“You’re doing great, Alex. Now, the man, did he...Did he ever touch you at all, or...just your mom?” he asked tentatively. 

“Alone we can do so little. Together we can do so much.” - Helen Keller 

Alex frowned for a moment before looking back at Regina, who gave him a small (albeit unsure) smile. “Okay, what do you need to know?” Alex could tell there was some tension between Reid and his aunt. Especially since he hear her raise her voice; something she never did.

“Do you remember what the man looked like? Skin color, hair color, height..?” he asked, heart hurting for the little boy. He wished he didn’t have to put him through this...

“Come dance with me Spencer!”

“Maeve, no...” he says, taking a step back beneath the little roof above him, eyes widening. “I don’t want to get wet, and anyway I can’t dance!”