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Quentin sits on the edge of the bed in Eliot’s childhood room. Head hanging down so low it’s practically between his knees. Gazing at his bare feet where they press to the floor. Gulping air, chest and shoulders heaving. Trying—and failing—to convince himself he’s not actually on the brink of death.

He’s pretty sure he’s having a stroke. He’s pretty sure his lungs have collapsed. He’s pretty sure his heart is going to leap from his chest and beat itself bloody and raw between his feet on the floor.

He plays the last few minutes of his life over on a loop in his head. He doesn’t remember even thinking about kissing Eliot before he’d done it. Well—in truth, he’s probably always thinking about kissing Eliot. But he hadn’t actually meant to do it. He doesn’t think so, at least. He doesn’t think he’d been thinking much of anything at all. There’d only been the shining, animal draw of Eliot and his lips, nothing more.

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#i'm a day late but happy two weeks to thisssss #chapter six is Coming Along but i have a feeling it's going to be a super extra long one lmao 😭#otp: proof of concept #the magicians

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lizardkingeliot · 5 days

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Eliot Waugh in The Magicians s01e13 Have You Brought Me Little Cakes

#the dash needs more him #the magicians

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lizardkingeliot · 5 days

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Riley Keough and Lily Gladstone as Rebecca and Cam Under the Bridge (2024)— "Blood Oath"

#the way i knew i would find a million gif sets of this scene tumblr never lets me down lol #under the bridge

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lizardkingeliot · 6 days

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I don't want to live the wrong life and die.

#one of those rare adaptations that looked at its source material and said #i can make you BETTER #and then it DID #(the book is also VERY good tho)#station eleven

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lizardkingeliot · 8 days

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The Magicians (2015-2020) ⤷ Fave Episodes: S2 EP9 "Lesser Evils"

#truly one of the episodes of all time #the magicians

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lizardkingeliot · 9 days

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The Magicians (2015 - 2020) ⤷ Summer Yasmine Bishil as Margo Hanson

#i love her so much i can't stand it but it's fine i'm FINE #the magicians

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lizardkingeliot · 9 days

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Quentin sits on the edge of the bed in Eliot’s childhood room. Head hanging down so low it’s practically between his knees. Gazing at his bare feet where they press to the floor. Gulping air, chest and shoulders heaving. Trying—and failing—to convince himself he’s not actually on the brink of death.

He’s pretty sure he’s having a stroke. He’s pretty sure his lungs have collapsed. He’s pretty sure his heart is going to leap from his chest and beat itself bloody and raw between his feet on the floor.

He plays the last few minutes of his life over on a loop in his head. He doesn’t remember even thinking about kissing Eliot before he’d done it. Well—in truth, he’s probably always thinking about kissing Eliot. But he hadn’t actually meant to do it. He doesn’t think so, at least. He doesn’t think he’d been thinking much of anything at all. There’d only been the shining, animal draw of Eliot and his lips, nothing more.

[click here to continue reading chapter five on ao3]

or

[click here to start from the beginning]

#happy one week to this 😌#otp: proof of concept #the magicians

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lizardkingeliot · 11 days

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THE MAGICIANS ▸ poached eggs

#me sitting in the corner nodding my head making mhmmmm sounds #otp: proof of concept #the magicians

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lizardkingeliot · 11 days

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🎶 Under Pressure 🎶

#thinking about this a regular amount today #the magicians

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lizardkingeliot · 11 days

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julia & quentin + the bowling incident

#jason and hale both appeared in insta stories at bowling alleys within 24 hours of each other recently #and this was all i could think of lol #(well that's a lie i thought of Other Things Too because my brain is rotten but... you know...)#the magicians

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lizardkingeliot · 14 days

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Quentin sits on the edge of the bed in Eliot’s childhood room. Head hanging down so low it’s practically between his knees. Gazing at his bare feet where they press to the floor. Gulping air, chest and shoulders heaving. Trying—and failing—to convince himself he’s not actually on the brink of death.

He’s pretty sure he’s having a stroke. He’s pretty sure his lungs have collapsed. He’s pretty sure his heart is going to leap from his chest and beat itself bloody and raw between his feet on the floor.

He plays the last few minutes of his life over on a loop in his head. He doesn’t remember even thinking about kissing Eliot before he’d done it. Well—in truth, he’s probably always thinking about kissing Eliot. But he hadn’t actually meant to do it. He doesn’t think so, at least. He doesn’t think he’d been thinking much of anything at all. There’d only been the shining, animal draw of Eliot and his lips, nothing more.

[click here to continue reading chapter five on ao3]

or

[click here to start from the beginning]

#me standing on the timeline holding the new chapter of my fic up like it's newborn simba in the lion king #otp: proof of concept #the magicians

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lizardkingeliot · 15 days

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Quentin sits on the edge of the bed in Eliot’s childhood room. Head hanging down so low it’s practically between his knees. Gazing at his bare feet where they press to the floor. Gulping air, chest and shoulders heaving. Trying—and failing—to convince himself he’s not actually on the brink of death.

He’s pretty sure he’s having a stroke. He’s pretty sure his lungs have collapsed. He’s pretty sure his heart is going to leap from his chest and beat itself bloody and raw between his feet on the floor.

He plays the last few minutes of his life over on a loop in his head. He doesn’t remember even thinking about kissing Eliot before he’d done it. Well—in truth, he’s probably always thinking about kissing Eliot. But he hadn’t actually meant to do it. He doesn’t think so, at least. He doesn’t think he’d been thinking much of anything at all. There’d only been the shining, animal draw of Eliot and his lips, nothing more.

[click here to continue reading chapter five on ao3]

or

[click here to start from the beginning]

#hello i am here to make you all See This Again #otp: proof of concept #the magicians

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lizardkingeliot · 16 days

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Quentin sits on the edge of the bed in Eliot’s childhood room. Head hanging down so low it’s practically between his knees. Gazing at his bare feet where they press to the floor. Gulping air, chest and shoulders heaving. Trying—and failing—to convince himself he’s not actually on the brink of death.

He’s pretty sure he’s having a stroke. He’s pretty sure his lungs have collapsed. He’s pretty sure his heart is going to leap from his chest and beat itself bloody and raw between his feet on the floor.

He plays the last few minutes of his life over on a loop in his head. He doesn’t remember even thinking about kissing Eliot before he’d done it. Well—in truth, he’s probably always thinking about kissing Eliot. But he hadn’t actually meant to do it. He doesn’t think so, at least. He doesn’t think he’d been thinking much of anything at all. There’d only been the shining, animal draw of Eliot and his lips, nothing more.

[click here to continue reading chapter five on ao3]

or

[click here to start from the beginning]

#💖💖💖#otp: proof of concept #the magicians

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lizardkingeliot · 16 days

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Quentin sits on the edge of the bed in Eliot’s childhood room. Head hanging down so low it’s practically between his knees. Gazing at his bare feet where they press to the floor. Gulping air, chest and shoulders heaving. Trying—and failing—to convince himself he’s not actually on the brink of death.

He’s pretty sure he’s having a stroke. He’s pretty sure his lungs have collapsed. He’s pretty sure his heart is going to leap from his chest and beat itself bloody and raw between his feet on the floor.

He plays the last few minutes of his life over on a loop in his head. He doesn’t remember even thinking about kissing Eliot before he’d done it. Well—in truth, he’s probably always thinking about kissing Eliot. But he hadn’t actually meant to do it. He doesn’t think so, at least. He doesn’t think he’d been thinking much of anything at all. There’d only been the shining, animal draw of Eliot and his lips, nothing more.

[click here to continue reading chapter five on ao3]

or

[click here to start from the beginning]

#i posted the thinggggg #otp: proof of concept #the magicians

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lizardkingeliot · 17 days

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Quentin sits on the edge of the bed in Eliot’s childhood room. Head hanging down so low it’s practically between his knees. Gazing at his bare feet where they press to the floor. Gulping air, chest and shoulders heaving. Trying—and failing—to convince himself he’s not actually on the brink of death.

He’s pretty sure he’s having a stroke. He’s pretty sure his lungs have collapsed. He’s pretty sure his heart is going to leap from his chest and beat itself bloody and raw between his feet on the floor.

He plays the last few minutes of his life over on a loop in his head. He doesn’t remember even thinking about kissing Eliot before he’d done it. Well—in truth, he’s probably always thinking about kissing Eliot. But he hadn’t actually meant to do it. He doesn’t think so, at least. He doesn’t think he’d been thinking much of anything at all. There’d only been the shining, animal draw of Eliot and his lips, nothing more.

[click here to continue reading chapter five on ao3]

or

[click here to start from the beginning]

#the magicians #queliot #otp: proof of concept #myfic #feeling soooo normal thanks for asking!!!

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lizardkingeliot · 19 days

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Hello, lovelies. For those who have been waiting, I'm going to be posting chapter five of until i come back from the dead for you on Saturday! So who wants a little sneak peek of the opening scene? Because that's exactly what I'm here with. 😎

— Quentin sits on the edge of the bed in Eliot’s childhood room. Head hanging down so low it’s practically between his knees. Gazing at his bare feet where they press to the floor. Gulping air, chest and shoulders heaving. Trying—and failing—to convince himself he’s not actually on the brink of death.

He’s pretty sure he’s having a stroke. He’s pretty sure his lungs have collapsed. He’s pretty sure his heart is going to leap from his chest and beat itself bloody and raw between his feet on the floor.

He plays the last few minutes of his life over on a loop in his head. He doesn’t remember even thinking about kissing Eliot before he’d done it. Well—in truth, he’s probably always thinking about kissing Eliot. But he hadn’t actually meant to do it. He doesn’t think so, at least. He doesn’t think he’d been thinking much of anything at all. There’d only been the shining, animal draw of Eliot and his lips, nothing more.

Sour sting of stomach acid scorching the length of his throat. The realization hits Quentin at once, knocking around deep inside him like a shard of glass. Jesus. The Eliot he just kissed hadn’t seen Quentin in nearly a decade before last night. He’s changed, he’s older. He’s married to someone else. So much time has passed for this Eliot, Quentin might as well be a stranger. The Eliot he just kissed isn’t his Eliot at all. Not that any Eliot in this version of their lives has been his before, but—well. Quentin knows it would be different if they were back at Brakebills. If Eliot was unattached and still in his twenties. Back when he was the sort of person who could have placated Quentin with a pity fuck. A little something to take the edge off his feelings until Quentin could get it through his head Eliot was never going to want him. Not really. Not—

Fuck. Quentin hangs his head a little lower, feeling like a goddamn monster. The room pitches nauseatingly as a broken carnival ride. Hurling Quentin’s brain from one end clean to the other. The whole state of Indiana around him spinning and spinning and—

#i feel so weird about being perceived today but i'm bumping this anyway lol #otp: proof of concept #the magicians

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lizardkingeliot · 19 days

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#the creation of adam but Just The Hands

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