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The Magicians Meme:

Favorite Male Character: Quentin Makepeace Coldwater

“We have to cheat. They want us to. We’ve been Kobayashi Maru’d.”

#oh baby baby! #tag later

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“Magic brought me to Fillory but this world is nothing like I imagined it would be.” - Quentin Coldwater, Season 2 Promo 

#☆ » it was the strangest thing but he was looking forward to everything so much / visuals.

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💞 soft reboot, including - new url - new theme - new tag for q’s face

#☆ » it was the strangest thing but he was looking forward to everything so much / visuals.

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I’ve started The Magicians trilogy lately so here are some Kids : Alice, Quentin, Eliot, and Janet. Mostly mental images with a bit of syfy show in it I guess

#i'm attached to the fact quentin is a little frog of a man but so also deeply attached to his lanky bullshit from the books #tbt.

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Quentin felt ruined too. He had that in common with the Neitherlands. He felt like a frozen tundra where nothing grew and nothing would ever grow again. He had finished his quest, and it had cost him everything and everyone he'd done it for. The equation balanced perfectly: all canceled out. And without his crown, or his throne, or Fillory, or even his friends, he had no idea who he was. But something had changed inside him too. He didn't understand it yet, but he felt it. Somehow, even though he'd lost everything, he felt more like a king now than he ever did when he was one. Not like a toy king. He felt real. He waved to the empty square the way he used to wave to the people from the balcony in Fillory. Overhead the clouds were breaking apart. He could see a pale sky, and the sun was pushing through. He hadn't even known there was a sun here. The silver watch Eliot gave him was ticking along in an inside pocket of his best topcoat, the one with the seed pearls and the silver thread, like a cat purring, or a second heart. The air was chilly but it was warming up, and the ground was littered with puddles of meltwater. Stubborn green shoots were forcing themselves up between the paving stones, cracking the old rock, in spite of everything.

— The Magician King, Lev Grossman

#the magicians #quentin coldwater #tbt. #this sure did make me cry like a baby and here i am thinking about it DAYS later

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a softer world

#ah #☆ » you find your way back to sadness no matter how far you run / quentin coldwater. #☆ » i’m still this person that i fucking hate / introspect.

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The Magicians│S2E2 “Hotel Spa Potions”

#he #☆ » you find your way back to sadness no matter how far you run / quentin coldwater.

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i Think i have chosen(tm) my new url so now i just need to make a new theme or die trying and then i’ll like, feel good again

#allegedly feel good again #ooc.

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cruenn‌:

quietly, shifting the books to settle more comfortably in her arms, ‘ hi. ’

and - casey would have kept them, the books, at least as long as it took for quentin to part ways from her again; but this is fine, too, she decides, and lets them go. ( tries not to think about, you know, physical magic. he doesn’t seem like one of the too cool to be here hotheads, so maybe - ) ‘ it’s – n-no, it’s okay, i - there is no non-shitty way to say that’s, kind of a relief, honestly. but, like, who wants to go up to just - some person and say “hey, my brain is a little broken” when they might be - you know. ’

ah. they’re both bad at this. ‘ um - anyway. thanks. ’

quentin’s gotten very conscious of the space he takes up. quentin in twenty sixteen would’ve just kinda let someone carry all his books without thinking about it. quentin in twenty-twenty is both stubborn about having one arm and always wildly aware of the air that he fills in a room, and - aware of if it’s useful, or not. he’s not supposed to overthink like that, but neither his therapist or his boyfriend have trained that out of him yet. 

anyway, letting a tiny carry his books is taking up too much space.

( okay, a ‘tiny’, they’re nearly the same height. whatever. )

“ the neat-slash-awful thing about this place is that magic does this thing where, um, you’re a stronger caster, if you’re neurodiv. so even the assholes are...kind of okay. when it gets down to it. ” quentin didn’t know he was so keen to pass on brakebills life lessons. he’s been here long enough, though, he figures he should. he also, hm. he wants to be friends, which is a feeling that pokes through his lingering worry that nothing is real and the sky is going to collapse on his head. “ what’s nature magic like ? i’m really - i keep flunking anything nature-related. ”

#cruenn / 01. #cruenn #☆ » just to live what little life your mended heart can / v: post series i.

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Illustration of one of my many favorite scenes from the books!

A 20 month old actually scribbled all over the entire comic with pencil while I was still sketching and.. some damage was done to both Eliot’s face in the last panel and my psyche. Anyway, this isn’t 100% accurate with the books, I usually just paint the characters as they are in the show ‘cause it’s easier, so no white hair for Quentin and no twisted jaw for Eliot. Also the griffin isn’t trampling any soldiers, I’m quite exhausted.

#this is one of my fave scenes frm the books boys are so fucking stupid

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thymocosm‌:

somewhere at the crossroads of something might really be broken and you don’t have to kill yourself for me, i’m already deeply impressed – eliot wants to hiccup, wants to throw up, wants to laugh, wants to cry, wants to scream, and then finds himself at some hollow place where he doesn’t, can’t, do any of those things.

( and what is - the fucking point, of quentin coming back with him if eliot is still - wrong, if he can’t even feel things in the right order, if he can’t even cry when any normal fucking person would cry - )

but, that’s exactly it. that’s why he can’t look. quentin’s skittery muttering is why he can’t look.

his grip tightens on his cane, knuckles whitening. ‘ pretty much - when we start walking. ’ a bracing, aching inhale. ‘ do you remember. when we first met, you asked me if you were hallucinating. and i said, if you were, how would asking me help. ’ eliot’s head cants minutely. ‘ it’s not a trick. ’

he remembers. well, he remembers bits and pieces. remembering eliot is, so far, not remembering everything they’ve ever talked about, but the broad strokes and pointless details instead. broad strokes: eliot is the best person he’s ever met, even when he’s convinced that he’s the worst. pointless details: the exact crease around his eyes when he said i love you, but.

but, eliot says it and quentin remembers, and something aches palpably in his stomach to know it — and for the connected, domino-style memories it knocks downs down in the same moment. “ yeah. i was fresh off a weekend in hospital. i thought it was a, ” quentin’s laugh is a little off key, “ pretty reasonable question. ” he says it quietly, but firmly, closing a door on the notion of being tricked. at the same time he has a horribly lucid thought that if he was a god, looking to fuck with quentin coldwater on an irreparable cosmic scale, he would probably use eliot waugh to do it.

he wants to ask if they can stay longer, but in the last-chance-looking where he’s trying to commit eliot’s face to a fresher memory than the stagnant ones he’s still picking through, he just thinks that eliot looks more tired than quentin’s ever seen him. both of them have to be brave. and selfish un-selfish. and they have to go home. with a kind of resigned determination: “ i love you so much. ”

it’s not - romantic, exactly. or it is but it’s not about that. at it’s heart it’s just the thing quentin’s always felt. he had swathes of love for eliot a long time before he was in love with him, and he’s not sure he could have started walking without looking right at eliot and telling him that. “ i think ... i. i’m ready. ”

#☆ » all i’ve been taught and every word i’ve got is foreign to me / v: eurydice. #thymocosm / 05. #thymocosm

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#so touchy...SO toucbhy........... #also finally some fcking queliot content in the. you know . queliot tag. thanks op #☆ » who gets that kind of proof of concept? / r: eliot waugh. #☆ » you are high king in your blood and that makes sense / eliot waugh. #☆ » you find your way back to sadness no matter how far you run / quentin coldwater.

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quentin + smiling 

requested by anonymous  

#he's so cute this is such a good gifset #☆ » you find your way back to sadness no matter how far you run / quentin coldwater.

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thymocosm‌:

the thing is - he doesn’t know what he’s being thanked for. the thing is - it’s just more of the same. what did you think was going to happen, when you dove headfirst into another world? i thought i’d die.

the only difference is he wouldn’t have been dying for himself, but that’s not -

( he’s not dying. they’re, not dying. you want to live your life, live it here. he has to - they both, have to, figure out what the fuck that even means, now. what it’d be, to live for themselves and each other, instead of fucking - dying for each other, every time. in the aftermath, in the - )

he’s distractible under quentin’s fingers, buzzing at his half-here half-gone nerves: it’s dangerous, a little. like if quentin keeps touching him he might just not leave. not - deal with going back to a life where quentin might start remembering everything eliot’s said and thought and done and change his mind.

but he clears his throat, crisply, stiffly, tugs himself clumsily up to his feet, winces at the pull in his stomach muscles. lead the way, and he swallows thickly, nods. he didn’t come here - all the way here - to let the old fears crumble him all over again. ‘ yeah. ’ he did - he’s already done, the hard part. parts. okay. ‘ don’t, mm … ’ fuck. ‘ we can talk. on the way. if not looking at each other feels, ’ bad, ‘ weird. ’

“ okay. yeah, i, ” quentin inhales and stops. to think. following eliot to his feet is jagged and woozy and quentin laughs, anxiously, hollow, “ i think if - i couldn’t talk to you, i would ... i don’t know. it would start feeling like a trick. ” 

it could still be a trick. like the attendant at the train station. they don’t need you. this is a test, of some sort, one that quentin either has to pass or fail and — like the brakebills exam, getting it wrong, and in the dizziness that comes with standing quentin feels suddenly stuck on a precipice where his shitty balance could push him in the wrong direction.

maybe this is a test to make him stay. maybe it’d be selfish to go home with eliot. maybe it’s not - eliot, but like the centaur, and — quentin decides not to say i think i’m gonna throw up and instead just presses his hands to his stomach and wills the feeling to go away until it does. this whole place is thoughtform. if quentin says he’s going to throw up, he’s going to throw up. by that same logic, under his breath: “ this is real. it’s not a trick. they’re not tricking me again. eliot is really here. eliot is - eliot is taking me home. ”

the muttering makes him both look and feel more insane than usual, he knows, and his hands itch and flap at his sides, shaking. “ when do you - when - um. ” fuck. “ when do you have to stop - looking at me ? ” because. because, um. “ because right now i only feel real when you’re looking at me. ”

#emeto warning - #thymocosm #☆ » all i’ve been taught and every word i’ve got is foreign to me / v: eurydice. #thymocosm / 05.

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q is constantly victimised for being a bottom ... constantly ... the bottomphobia ... 😤

#he's a little switch-y ish (emotional bottom service top) but you know. A Bottom #sksdkfkfg this is such a stupid post. ill go #OOC.

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#four horsemen

#cursed gifset but op said what they said and they're right #☆ » you find your way back to sadness no matter how far you run / quentin coldwater.

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—fortesa latifi (insp.)

#☆ » you find your way back to sadness no matter how far you run / quentin coldwater.