It is the nature of gods to serve the
places where they were created. The god bussing tables at the bar
comes over as I enter, her face pale and drawn. I don’t ask how the
god knows I’m a magician – gods have their own ways of knowing,
and it’s not often my concern.
magician. We have a back room. I put her in there.” She hands me a
god nods, hurries over to other tables. Helping the owners, doing
what she can to keep the business she serves and is served by alive.
Most gods are good people. The others god-eaters deal with. I walk
into the back room and no one tries to stop me: I’m good at not
being noticed, but also looking like I belong. Nothing of magic to
that; some knacks one simply becomes.
is sitting at a long wooden table, on her second bottle of scotch.
There is a distance to her gaze, a
purpose to each grim gulp of unfettered alcohol. She isn’t just a
god-eater; she can eat most forms of energy if she has to. And the
god inside her burns with its own fury, though for once it seems
strangely muted. She stares at me flatly, pours another glass with a
steady hand. Pours me one as well.
know it’s not safe if we drink,” I say mildly as I sit across
me if I care.” Her voice isn’t flat, something kin to fury in it
but one isn’t a magician if one cannot recognize the faces fear
hides itself behind.
use that tone on me. That’s the one I use on Jay.”
pulls out her phone, shows me a post Jay made. Jay is eleven, from
far Outside the universe and capable of using bindings in ways that
nothing else can even begin to attempt. I read the post. Twice.
“Pretend I have no idea what that means. Since I don’t.”
That doesn’t even win a smile. “Jay
had a post eaten by Tumblr. He asked who ate it. Someone claimed
they did, and Jay went – very Jay, and was hurt. Because Jay. And
threatened them. With me.” Charlie gulps back half a glass, pours
more. “I am a god-eater. I can do small things. Impressive, but
nothing compared to a magician. Nothing next to what you can do, not
even on the best day I ever have. You know this.”
“I know this. Jay doesn’t. Jay
doesn’t.” Her voice cracks a little. “You’ve torn holes in
the damned universe, terrified armies of Outsiders, forced the fae to
listen to you and I – I am the one Jay thinks is scary!”
“Well, yes. Remember when you first met him?”
I ask gently. “You scared Jay, Charlie, because you can eat things,
and the god inside you is scary, and Jay has never forgotten that. I
am Honcho: I’m bound to him. Part of him, as he is part of me. He
can’t be scared of me, not really, not even when he should be. It
hurts too much for him to be scared of me, so he won’t let himself
“But buried within the moment of your
first meeting is terror he’s never forgot. You were scary, so you
are scary. And I doubt you can do anything to change Jay’s belief
that Charlie is scary, and that you can fix every problem he feels
the need to sic someone scary on.”
“There are people who are terrified
of me for no good reason.”
“Well, jaysome reasons. Which are
always good.” Charlie reluctantly returns my smile. I gently take
the bottle from her. “Everyone is complicated, Charlie. Even Jay,
as much as he tries to hide it from himself. He doesn’t understand
that making other people scared of you hurts you. I’m not sure he
can understand that. But Jay will outlive us both, and tell stories
about you for centuries I imagine. I don’t even want to think of
what that would result in.”
“I’ll be a fairy tale to terrify
children for thousands of years.”
“Probably. But think on it: you’ll
be remembered long after I’m forgotten. Maybe even long past when
earth is a distant memory. It won’t be you
– it can never be you – but you’ll have the strangest legacy of
any human who ever lived, all because you scared a ten year old boy
from Outside the universe into hiding under a bed.”
lets out a soft laugh. “Put like that, I guess I can bear it. It’s
know.” I reach over and squeeze her hand gently. “And some day
Jay will as well. He’ll know how much this could have hurt you, to
be so feared when you aren’t scary next to him. But if you don’t
let him see that, then the time when Jay is no longer buried in that
moment, when he understands that Charlie was never scary: well, it
might not hurt quite so much after all.”
Charlie stands. “All right. I’ll try.”
I stand as well, following her outside. The god bussing tables looks
far less worried, which is at least a relief.
think about all I can do, and all that I am, and that I spoke only
truth in that Charlie will be remembered long after I am forgotten.
And I bury that moment deeply, so that Jay never senses it. I
can do that much for him, no matter what it costs me.
outside the bar, sulking that they won’t let him inside even if
eleven is ‘really old for a Jay’. Charlie tells him she dealt
with the Tumblr problem, and he gives her a huge grin and then
announces that he found a new adventure. The sheepish-looking
dinosaurs in Halloween costumes behind him cause me to pause.
You’re having dinosaurs dress up as the Flinstones?”
dealt with Tumblr; this one is yours,” Charlie says with a wicked
a deep breath, let it out, and begin to explain to Jay that the
dinosaurs might be better off back in their own time.
you lot: “YOU ONLY HATE MERCY BECAUSE SHE’S A WOMAN YOU’RE ALL MISOGYNISTS”
us: “no we hate mercy because her design is boring and impractical, and while the idea of a powerful doctor being a woman is good it’s nothing new in this day and age. the idea of an angelic, kind, black man being a supportive healer who’s a groundbreaking nanosurgeon and inventor breaks so many more stereotypes, and would be a much more important character than a blonde haired, blue eyed white lady doctor with the personality of a dead fish”
Steve Dangle helped me figure out why I’m so disappointed with Sidney Crosby
Dangle said in his latest podcast that if Sidney Crosby at the end of his life wants to look back and be remembered for being a good hockey player and nothing else - then he is doing everything to achieve that right now. But if he wanted to be remembered for being a great hockey player and a good person, he would have to start speaking up for people less privileged than him.
And that is exactly it. Sidney Crosby is undoubtedly one of the greatest hockey players of all time. But he has never done a You Can Play video, has never actually spoken up about racism and homophobia in the league, has not helped to make the sport he loves so much a safe space for everyone and now he is going to shake hands with a white supremacist in the White House.
He could actually change some things. As the face of the NHL, his words carry a lot of weight. He could help make an actual fucking difference.
Yes, he is a good hockey player. And if that is all he wants to be, than that is fair enough. But I sure wish it were different. I sure wish the kid who got bullied when he was younger would stand up for others now. Instead he is shaking hands with the biggest bully the country has to offer.
Getting his PhD and graduating at a high rank, if not the top, of his class in liberal arts and sociology or something very broad and applicable to people and society.
And it infuriates Enjolras even more when he learns out how qualified Grantaire is because not only is he pessimistic, but his arguments against their causes are valid. They tear down and are dismissive of the goal, but his arguments are always full of useful critiques that help Enjolras patch up the holes in his plans (holes that not even Courfeyrac or Combeferre catch during their strategy meetings).
But also Grantaire just being able to have incredible conversations with everyone because he’s so intelligent. He has, at the very least, surface level knowledge on practically every topic thrown his way, so people absolutely adore talking to him because conversations can go any and everywhere.
He’s a huge proponent of trying things, so he has so many cool experiences and anecdotes because of it. It never fails to amaze people that he’s so interesting.
And he may be the most cynical man about society that Les Amis has ever met, but he’s also so full of curiousity about life that it never fails to awe the people he interacts with.
Tired of not being good enough. Tired of trying and not taking credit. Tired of getting put down. Tired of people calling me names. Tired of backstabbers. Tired of crying. Tired of insecurities. Tired of being unconfident. Tired of being me. Tired of just being tired.
→ friendswithbenefits!auwith a twist (edging, oral, overstimulation, uh some really dirty shit, and oh yeah, Taehyung teaching you sex) → 12.6k (oneshot) → part 1 | part 2 coming soon!
A/N: sorry im such a sinner omg but thank you so much for 1k followers + 1k notes on You Who! This is a surprise upload :) Enjoyyyyyyyyy
Your thighs are trembling, but he just gives you a glare and continues lazily moving his fingertips against your skin, dipping a knuckle into your heat before slightly pressing his thumb over your clit.
“Taehyung,–fuck–please.” You moan, straining against the neckties that bind you to his headboard.
He props up his chin in his hand in between your legs and glares up at you. The hand in between your legs stills and you groan at the lack of sensation, and clench your teeth. He rolls his eyes. “Can you take this or not?”
You let out a breath, calming your heavy breaths before loosening your grip on the binds and letting your body relax a bit. Closing your eyes and swallowing your dry throat, you speak up. Your voice is small and hoarse from the previous hour of exertion. “I-I can.”
channel ur self hatred into self improvement. learn to apologise, be kind and respectful where u havent been before, recognise ur bad habits and try to counter them a little bit at a time. and try to be kinder to urself too. as long as u r being kind to urself and others, ur self hatred cannot b justified
A/N: I have been really sentimental today and have also been lying through my teeth about when I would upload this. Thank you all for being on this journey with me. I may or may not have sobbed while writing this. And I may or may not be willing to write an epilogue. Thank you for the past 7 months of support you’ve shown this series. I hope the ending doesn’t disappoint.
“I can’t believe you’re actually here!” Momo almost screeches as you step out of the front seat of Mina’s car.
“Thank god,” you retort as you smooth your hands over your irritated stomach, “I don’t think anyone’s driving has ever made that car sick before.”
“Hey!” Mina protests as she pulls your bags out of the backseat, “I got us here over an hour earlier than the GPS predicted.”
Momo snorts as you shoot a glance at your speed demon best friend, “I think I have some ginger tea somewhere in my apartment. We can make you some to settle your stomach.”
“You don’t. The only thing you have in this apartment is potato chips and pig’s feet,” Sana teases as she joins all of you on the driveway of Momo’s complex.
“I’ve missed you,” you admit as you wrap your arms around your two best friends, “Please don’t leave me alone with her for that long.”
“I heard that,” Mina hisses as the car door beeps as it locks.
Sana doesn’t let go of your shoulders as all four of you proceed into Momo’s apartment, “It seems like we have a lot to catch up, but do you want to shower first? You smell.”
You sniff you armpits, “I do not!”
“That’s because you can’t smell yourself,” she gently pats your back as she barely shows your around the apartment before she is shoving you into the bathroom and turning on the shower, “We can go to dinner once you’re ready.”