#the magicians continuation

[bourbonandbisexuals]

Chapters: 9/20 Fandom: The Magicians (TV), The Magicians - Lev Grossman Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Quentin Coldwater/Eliot Waugh, Margo Hanson/Eliot Waugh, Eliot Waugh/Original Character(s) Characters: Quentin Coldwater, Eliot Waugh, Henry Fogg, Margo Hanson, Julia Wicker, 23rd Timeline William "Penny" Adiyodi, William "Penny" Adiyodi, Mayakovsky (The Magicians), Jane Chatwin, Fen (The Magicians), Josh Hoberman Additional Tags: Timeline Shenanigans, Unrequited Love, Boys In Love, queliot, Quentin and Eliot, Peaches and Plums (The Magicians), Brakebills (The Magicians), Brakebills South, Dean Fogg - Freeform, Bisexual Quentin Coldwater, POV Eliot Waugh, Hurt Eliot Waugh, Eliot Waugh & Quentin, Quentin Coldwater Lives, Multiverse, Fillory (The Magicians), Post-Monster (The Magicians), 41st Timeline (The Magicians), Physical Kids Cottage (The Magicians), Queliot Love, Heavy Drinking, Drinking to Cope, Canon Gay Character, Bisexual Male Character, Magic, Dark Magic, Slow Burn, Substance Abuse, Traveler - Freeform, New Traveler, Fae Magic Summary:

Eliot Waugh can't give up on the chance he had with the man he loves. No one really did get proof of concept like that. If Alice could come back from being a niffin, if Penny 23 could hop timelines, if Julia could become a goddess, if every other redemption was possible, then was his own. One way or another he'd find his way back to Q.

[millidew]

i cannot deny the fact that he would call him some shit like "monsieur forehead"

bonus assistant ash:

[thefandomcassandra]

Have you ever stopped to think about how most of Trucy's family has disappeared on her? I have. All the time, every time.

Fun (for me, emotionally devastating for you) fact! Depending on when you look at Zak's portrait in the WAA office in Apollo Justice, Trucy has different things to say about it. At first she says it's her favorite magician. If you look at it during early Serenade, she says he disappeared one day and never reappeared. Then, if you look at it when Valant is there, it's revealed that it's her daddy (her first one) and Trucy. If you look at it during the final case, she actively sounds incredibly sad about her father being missing but pastes on that maybe he'll come back.

Adding in that the only time Trucy talks about her mom she says something along the lines of her disappearing during a magic act and "getting lost on the way back", there's something actually so fucked up by how the sheer existence of a disappearing act in a magic show is tied very heavily with abandonment.

So Apollo goes to Khura'in and—

Anyway lysm Truce. Sorry you got triple abandonment issues. I'm smothering you in kisses.

[gideonisms]

Anyway while we're speculating about the end of atn here's a selection of some of tamsyn muir's other endings (spoilers for most of her short stories):

girl & her love interest elope to live under the sea as an eldritch power couple

woman's best friend agrees to move in with her which makes her magical house happy

ghoul and the creature in her dead girlfriend's body walk off into the sunset after destroying their enemies

princess kills a dragon and then she and her love interest go into business together as professional monsters

well one does end with the protag becoming a cannibal and staying with the guy who tricked her into it so you've got me there

monster women overrun a town

a ghost gets revenge

Quite a few of the endings strike an unsettling tone in which you're not quite sure what you got was a happy ending, but the protagonists did walk away better off than they started. That's similar to what I expect from the atn ending too

[knownsome]

let's watch the night explode / just hold onto me

i'll whisper you this truth / uncompromised

Sometimes, the storyteller puts a pretty boy under a cardboard box propped up by a stick, and, well, your little guy just runs headfirst at him. What can you do?

When Simon Albescu and Caius Lennox really saw one another, the world stopped for just the briefest moment.

It's too bad Simon's on a cargo ship back to Budapest, but what's a Gothic Vampire Romance™ without some extremely dramatic long-distance pining?

[brooklyn-house]

zia when she applies for that damn job at the food court

[daily-hanamura]

[nothingmancy]

take the best parts of ourselves (make them gold) - chapter 21: rehab

Summary: “Charlie—She’s Charlotte, Charlotte Waugh—this is your teacher. He’s going to help you this year, and you’re going to help him. Can we say hi to Mr. Coldwater?" In which Eliot is pretty sure Quentin Coldwater, kindergarten teacher, was made in a laboratory for single moms.

IN THIS CHAPTER: Eliot gets a ride home from a friend. Margo drinks a cup of tea. Quentin rides his bike to the park.

[sketchnskribbles]

This stupid elf has taken over my mind.

[dent-de-leon]

When we get to see Caleb call Molly his Circus Man in animated nein…

When we get to see Molly’s resurrection and he calls Caleb Magician—the way Caleb’s whole face softens and melts and it looks like he’s about to cry, how heartbreaking it is that he clearly never thought Tealeaf would remember him—

[iamvegorott]

Magicians Don't Need Superheros Pt3

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Marvin muttered to himself in thought as he tried to recall phone numbers. There were a few he had memorized but they were close enough that he had to dig into his brain to make sure he was calling the right person. 

When he had first stolen Jackie’s phone, he was ready to find a way to use magic to unlock the phone. There was a fingerprint scanner on the back, maybe he’d find a fingerprint on the phone somewhere and transfer it. He was prepared to use a complex spell or something to get into the phone but he had a feeling that the passcode wasn’t going to be too advanced and he couldn’t help from laughing when ‘1234’ worked. 

“Tony’s pizza shop, how-”

“Damn it.” Marvin cursed and hung up the phone. 

Did he dial the wrong number? No. That’s the number. Why did it connect to a pizza shop?

“Maybe I traveled through time?” Marvin mused out loud. Was it likely? No. But right now he was open to some of the more outlandish concepts. “I hope not, though. That would be very inconvenient and annoying.” 

But also if he did send himself to a different point in time, he’d have to find a way to send himself back and that did not sound fun. That sounded like a lot of work, effort, and time, and having someone basically hunting him down made that task sound even more difficult to deal with.

“He should have a calendar app on this phone. I can check the date.” Marvin swiped around and opened the app he was looking for. “It’s still the present. There goes that theory.” He hummed as he decided to be a little nosy and started going through Jackie’s phone. 

Finding the pictures was fairly easy and he started scrolling through them. Marvin wasn’t shocked by the selfies up on roofs and bridges, places that weren’t safe to be taking pictures from but Jackie only had excitement in his eyes. 

What a dork. 

“They must be some of those ‘Septiceyes’.” Marvin saw pictures of others. He did notice how they looked similar to each other but the more he looked, the more different they became, as if changing before his eyes. “No shirtless pics?” He joked as he continued going through the photos. Marvin paused and looked up, seeing the crosswalk light telling him to go and he crossed the street, eyes back down at the phone. “Alright, I have to admit that’s cute.” A picture of Jackie lying on the ground with a dog popped up, the two had nearly identical smiles and energy. 

“Look out!” A voice called as a loud horn pulled Marvin from his thoughts. He looked over to see a truck flying toward him, showing no signs of stopping. Marvin barely had time to start a reaction before he was tackled out of the way, the truck going past him and plowing into a parked car that bumped into another parked car and that was enough to stop the truck from going any further. 

“That was embarrassing.” Marvin sighed as he found himself on his back in the street. He kept his eyes closed for a little longer, thinking that maybe that didn’t just happen and he would wake up in his bed. But, instead, when he opened his eyes he saw Jackie looking down at him, his own eyes filled with worry. 

“Are you okay?” Jackie asked. “I didn’t hurt you, right? I get a little carried away with my rescues sometimes.” 

“Just a bit of a bruised ego.” Marvin sat himself up on his elbows. “I guess you really are a hero, thank you.” His pride might be sore, but he still had some manners. 

“I try my best.” Jackie perked up. 

“Now, could you get off of me?” Marvin gestured at how the two of them were situated. 

“R-Right! Yeah!” Jackie scrambled away and stood up. “Let me help you.” He took Marvin’s hand and yanked him up to his feet as if he weighed no more than a feather. Marvin now had proof to Jackie’s boasting of his speed and strength. He patted the dust off his clothing and saw Jackie picking up a jacket from the ground, smacking dust off it as well. The jacket was the same read as his hoodie, meaning there was a good chance it was his as well. 

“What’s with the spare jacket?” Marvin asked. 

“Oh! It’s for you.” Jackie held the jacket toward Marvin. “I noticed the last time we saw each other that you looked cold. It’s supposed to get colder tonight and I figured you could borrow it until you get to the House and get your own clothing. It’s a little big on me, so it’ll be big on you, but it’s a lot warmer than it looks since the inside is a little fluffy. The sleeves are meant to be kind of long and it has like little holes on the end for your thumbs. I thought that was pretty cool so that’s why I got it.” 

Usually, Marvin would have stopped Jackie’s rambling a few sentences ago, but the kind gesture caught him a little off guard. Despite Marvin literally pushing him off the roof of a building and causing him to fall off a tree branch, Jackie still wanted to make sure he was okay. Was this man made out of rainbows and clouds or something?

“Help! Someone help, he’s stuck!” A person cried out from where the ruined truck was. 

“Shit. I gotta-don’t go anywhere, um-sir?” Jackie sounded like he was fighting between his ‘hero persona’ and who he actually was with that sentence. 

“Marvin. My name is Marvin.” Marvin decided it would be fair to at least give Jackie his name after what he’s done. 

“Marvin,” Jackie repeated with a smile before another cry for help pulled him back to the present. “Stay here, Marvin. Please.” He gave Marvin the jacket before running off. 

“It’s cute that he thinks I’m going to listen.” Marvin clicked his tongue and walked off, leaving the scene of the crime while Jackie was busy. 

It wasn’t long before he did put the jacket on. The further down the sun went, the colder the air got. And Jackie was right, the jacket was a lot warmer than it looked. 

“Marvin?” Jackie was back to where he had left Marvin and sighed at no longer seeing him. He had a little too much faith that he would have waited for him. At least Marvin wouldn’t freeze overnight and he knew his name now.

Baby steps were still steps and he was getting more of them. 

[fixated-on-something]

I’ll read things sometimes and go “They’re so much better at writing than me… I’ll never get to that level”

And then I realize that they’re twice my age. I can get to that level. It just takes time and practice

[camgoloud]

honestly she was so real for this. janet pluchinsky you would do such numbers on tumblr dot com

[spiders-hth-is-an-outlier]

Man, they set up so many things that they walk back later, somebody help me out -- does Quentin keep the wooden shoulder with the false skin over it, like, forever? Is that just his body, meaning that for most of season 2 and all of seasons 3 and 4 he doesn't actually have sensation in a large part of his left arm? Because that's something I've never thought about and I should probably think about!

[nothingmancy]

take the best parts of ourselves (make them gold) - chapter 20: scrambled eggs

Summary: “Charlie—She’s Charlotte, Charlotte Waugh—this is your teacher. He’s going to help you this year, and you’re going to help him. Can we say hi to Mr. Coldwater?" In which Eliot is pretty sure Quentin Coldwater, kindergarten teacher, was made in a laboratory for single moms.

IN THIS CHAPTER: Quentin sleeps on the couch. Margo takes Eliot's daughter to school. Eliot makes chocolate macarons.

[mekatrio]

i have a list of aa things i want to make long posts abt ohhh its over for me...............