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I have finally caught up with the reboot after finishing the original series, and I believe everyone fed up with the world right now should watch them. Witnessing billionaires get simmered over a low flame, then torn to shreds and seasoned correctly does wonders for my blood pressure.
#Leverage (2008)#Leverage: Redemption#emotional support himbos your honor#the found family vibes are off the charts#queer platonic polycules#cannon ace lesbian niece-in-law that is also a hacker hellloooo#eat the rich#I prescribe this show for depression#2008 was about father figures#the reboot is about being the weird uncle who commits to the bit#femme fatales that are also chaos gremlins#it's about the orange soda and homoeroticism#if season 3 gets canceled I'm going to go feral#for the love of god let Eliot be happy#long tags because I am normal about this show
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Remaining Thoughts About Jane Eyre:
Diana may be the best character. Love Diana. Maybe the best-adjusted person in this story. When she responds to Jane's refusal to marry St. John with, "You're absolutely right, girl." So good. Not used to that level of sanity here.
St. John fascinates me. He's a foil to Rochester and Jane, but also similar to them in ways that he doesn't see. He's all about suppressing personal attachments and emotion, so you'd think he doesn't care about others' opinions, and yet, all his ambition is because he wants to be something the world considers great. He says himself he wanted to be some great statesman or lawyer or whatever--missionary's just the path he chose since he was already a clergyman. The religion is secondary at best--at worst, he values it because it's a means of power over people. His religion is all about duty--it's not a relationship. His inability to relate to people as anything other than a tool for his own glorification extends to his approach to God.
Also, the fact that Jane sees this, yet still insists he's a good man...I'm not onboard. He probably means well, may well be doing his best, but there's an insidious underlayer to everything that undermines it. He's kind of the definition of Eliot's, "This last temptation is the greatest treason/Doing the right thing for the wrong reason."
I'm still sad that he's dying in India, though. He should come back home disabled just like Rochester, and gets to learn some humility by needing help from other people.
Pretty darn convenient that Jane's prayer to know what to do gets answered immediately via miraculous means in the middle of her conversation with St. John. It's a good thing Jane's got God looking out for her, because she wouldn't have done anything in this story without miraculous guidance.
It's such overt author interference--so easy and simple--that it's hard for me to buy into a Providence reading. Wilkie Collins did it better in No Name.
I did love how Providence brought Jane to her family. It should have felt so cheap that she just happened to run into her only remaining cousins, but the fact that running away from the sinful romantic love of Rochester allowed her to know the love of a family--that got to me.
Okay, anyway, back on track.
Jane coming back to Rochester and immediately assuming they're going to get married now feels uncomfortably like, "Oh, good, now that your wife's dead, we can get married now." Like the only issue between them was the existence of his wife and not his incredibly toxic behaviors and history.
Curayl did this much better. Recognized that the convenient death of a spouse makes it awkward to pursue another relationship.
Also, Rochester's character development isn't complete enough. Like, Rochester's humbled, he recognizes that God was punishing him, but I get the vibe that he feels like it was only for the attempted bigamy and not for all the other things he did wrong.
No one calls him out for how horribly he treated Jane. No one calls him out for the mistresses--maybe they did mention it and I'm forgetting. There's a lot of bad stuff they gloss over because they love each other and they're perfect for each other, so of course they should be together.
I do like how Rochester called Jane out for just leaving with no money and letting her know that she could have asked for help.
I like how they handled Rochester's blindness. His eyesight gets better over time, so he's not completely helpless, but it's not like it's a miraculous cure. Nice way to have a happy ending while maintaining some realism.
"A good English education cured Adele's French defects" may be one of the worst lines in the book. I still feel like I'd rather have Adele's story. (You especially have to wonder how she feels about the about-fifteen-ish-years-younger "brother" showing up.)
I really worry about how Jane and Rochester are going to raise children. Their attitude toward Adele doesn't give me much hope that they're going to be affectionate parents.
For all my issues with it, the book did work much better than I expected it to going in. I'm glad I reread.
#jane-u-eyre-y#jane eyre#charlotte bronte#the trouble with letting this sit for two days is that you lose a lot of thoughts#i had much more coherent points about st. john for example#a rambly bullet point list was my only option here and i'm sure i'm missing some nuance and details
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Home is the first grave
(a leverage/the librarians crossover where Eliot and Jake are twins)
Chapter 2
[read it here]
When their Mama managed to herd them all in the old car to Sunday church services, the two of them would hide in the back pews together. And only then would Jake light up and talk Eliot’s ear off about whatever century stain glass or old creepy statues or fancy architecture or something else.
Hiding down in those church pews, it was like magic was real and nothing could hurt them.
The morning light glistened through the stained glass, a kaleidoscope of colors bursting on the brick white walls, all telling stories fragile as glass and paper ever could. The columns and pillars are taller than giants towering over them, the high and hallowed architecture singing loud and silent. Statues older than God line the halls, all praying for some kind of saving.
There were stories to be told behind everything.
But any time someone looked at Jake or passed by them, he'd bite his tongue, get all quiet, and look down at his dirty shoes. It was shame or guilt, something ugly and terrible that ate him up from the outside in. The bright smile and life in his eyes shriveled up and died.
It really was one of the most horrible things Eliot ever saw.
He'd never hated their father more in those moments.
Eliot would glare daggers at anyone who did look at Jake, but the damage was done. It was too late already. They'd got him thinking he couldn't, shouldn't, be smart and enjoy his little art things.
Sure, Eliot didn't get the appeal, but he could see clear as day how happy it made Jake. He just wishes Jake could see it.
But the worst thing is, he got it. Why he hid his talents. Why he didn't tell anybody just how smart he was, why he did all this. He understood, it's a small town and you gotta play your part in your own little boxes, if you stepped out of line bad things could come your way if you weren't careful.
Small towns could be your home or your grave, but it had to be something you carry with you. It just depends how close to the chest you play your cards. Community or cruelty. The rumors fly fast and hit hard, and you don't wanna get kicked out of the only place you've known. It's hard to love something so dearly, something that will kick you to the curb the second you don't stick to how it should be. It's hard to leave and it's harder to stay.
Jake saw value and beauty just about everywhere in the world. Eliot just wished he could see it all in himself.
Eliot knew all he was good for was taking a punch, but Jake was so much smarter than all that. He knew all this stuff about art movements, and about different architecture styles, and could recite poetry on the spot. He'd read books about different languages, research history about all sorts of things Eliot didn't have a clue about. It was so impressive and incredible and Jake didn't really think so.
He'd taught himself all kinds of stuff in secret, skipping out on football practice to stay in at the library. Reading all these old books. He could be something so much bigger than this little town if he'd just let himself.
If he'd just let himself take the more advanced classes, he could do some really impressive stuff and get a scholarship into some fancy college and get out of this two pony town.
Eliot knew he didn't have a chance in hell to get out of this town on his own. He knew that.
But Jake wasn't him, he was better than him. He could do what Eliot couldn't. He had a real shot at leaving. And the fact he refused to even think about it, pissed Eliot off more than anything else.
He said he had an obligation to his family, he couldn't just leave them.
An obligation to their dad. He couldn't just leave.
The company's been better. Eliot had heard Pop yelling on the landline downstairs about something or other going wrong. Pop ain't in charge of it yet, but with the way Grandpa's health has been going, it won't be too long now before he is in charge.
And that could only ever spell disaster.
-
He'd always blamed Jake when something went wrong. Never himself.
Said Jake was too weak and cowardly, that Eliot wouldn't always be around to cover for his screw ups. All he was good for was brick dumb muscle.
All he ever did was hide behind Eliot.
It was true, but only because Eliot refused to let them be seen.
Eliot would protect them as much as he physically could, but he couldn't protect them in the other ways.
Jake never took to fighting the way Eliot did. As a release, as a refuge, as a requirement. He was far from bad at it, but he lacked the sort of drive and insight that Eliot had. He didn't want to fight. He didn't need to.
He did it to survive, but he didn't enjoy it. Not to say Eliot did, but he always took pride in a job well done.
Boxing and football and wrestling were some of the sports they'd had their hands in. They were good at them, not great, but good. Jake had always been better at team sports and Eliot had shined solo. How it's always been.
But no matter what they did, it was never good enough for him.
It would never make up for the fact they were disappointments deciding to be different than he wanted them to be.
It was hard not to taste his resentment of them. Especially Jake. As much as he tried, he hadn't yet gotten thick enough skin to ignore all the slights and digs at him.
He'd ignore Hannah, blame Jake for every little thing, and push for Eliot to be just like him.
Living there was suffocating. It would kill them in the end, he knew it would.
-
Jake can smell his mom's chili recipe. The mix of sweet and spicy chili peppers, fresh tomatoes, an absolute insane amount of garlic, and simmering beef.
He hadn't had her chili in years. He can't even remember the last time he'd had it. The memory the smell conjures, chokes him all up.
He misses her more than he ever had. It's a cutting feeling, the yearning for days long past. When life was simple and love was easy. When the worst pain he'd felt was a scraped knee, when summer stretched on forever.
Then he remembered. It's summer. They're staying over at their grandparents house. It's morning. And he can smell his mom's chili.
He stumbles sleepily down the stairs to the kitchen.
The sun is melting down the curtains, the world glows in celebration, in mourning.
It's mourning.
The chatter and clunks from the kitchen as his Grandma and Hannah are crowded around the stove. Hannah's tall enough now that she doesn't need the dusty stool in the corner to see over the counter. And when did that happen, he looked away for a second and she grew up tall. He wonders what else happened to her when he wasn't looking.
The chili has to simmer and cook all day before it's ready. Really it should take a couple days to get the flavors just right, but he can't stand smelling it for that long he thinks.
It smells like longing.
It smells like home.
It's the morning of their Grandpa's funeral.
They don't talk about Eliot’s black eye or how Hannah won't meet their eyes or Jake staring blank at his book under the table.
They never do say things in such words. It's just not what they do, not who they are to bring such things up into the light. Those are reserved for quiet conversations in the dead of night.
They all know what's going on, they know they can't stop it, they know it's bad. They deal by not dealing with it. By pretending it isn't happening. By pretending everything is fine. They're very good at it now, they've had lots of practice over the years.
It festers like an old wound, unchecked and infected.
It always does.
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It's really a beautiful ceremony. In the church they all grew up in, the one they hadn't been in since their mom died. It hasn't changed much at all. Same fire and brimstone pastor, same tittering old ladies gossiping, same everything.
Well, there's been a few changes in statues and other little things. But the bones of the building always stay the same. It was built like this, all the same.
He doesn't show up. They had been staying with their grandparents since they found the diagnosis earlier in the year. Only so much time was left. And he never showed up at all during it.
It was a strange adjustment. Took some getting used to, but now Eliot dreads going back to live with him.
It was nice to not have to fight so much all the time. To rest, to cook, to laugh.
He's going to miss it like a limb cut off.
It makes him feel like a piece of shit, that he is more torn up about what the aftermath of Pappy's death will be than him actually dying. Anyone seeing him cry would assume such, they wouldn't think he's grieving the wrong thing.
But they won't see him cry. He stands stoic and jaw clenched tight enough to crack, he can't afford to break. Not right now. He's holding Hannah as she's holding back tears and holding Jake's hand as he's holding the pew in front of them and staring at the ceiling.
The potluck afterwards is mostly somber, with a touch of revelry. There's food of all kinds, including the chili from this morning. They eat and tell stories and laugh and cry.
They decide to spend the final night there with their grandma. She had wanted them to come back to help sort through his things in the following week, but said she needed the house to herself for a bit. She sends them off with bread, and vegetables, and tupperwares of chili and soup and everything else.
The other two are fast asleep in the car as Eliot drives them back. It's a 45 minute drive, but he takes it slower than normal, appreciating the cool breeze of the night. The quiet and the winding road back home.
Eliot sees what he had been hoping to avoid. Their father, drunk as a skunk on the front porch. Waiting impatiently.
His cheeks are sunken and his eyes are hollow. And Eliot feels guilty deep down. He shouldn't have left. Look what happened. What he did.
It was his grandad, but it was his dad's dad first.
He shouldn't have left him alone.
“It's your fault you know.” Pop spits out at him as he comes up the porch.
“I know. Come on, go and get some sleep, Pop.” Eliot steps forward to try and get him inside. It's late and he's tired and stuffed too full of feelings and he doesn't want to do this right now.
“Don't tell me what to do, boy.” He shakily points the barrel of the shotgun next to him in Eliot's general direction.
Eliot stops moving. Staring down the gun, his heart thumps fast in his ears.
Eliot gulps down his fear because he wouldn't, “Pop, just. Just come on, let's go inside an-”
He can barely hear the click as he arms it.
Eliot choked on his heart leaping through his throat. He can't move.
“Whater you gonna do about it now?” He laughs. He pointed a loaded gun at him and laughed.
And Eliot is frozen. In fear and terror and confusion and everything.
“You should see the look on your face! You really think I'd waste a bullet on you? Ha.” But the gun is still there.
Well, he hadn't been sure if he'd really shoot or not. He had been praying on not, but he just couldn't be sure.
He had always been an angry drunk man. Eliot wasn't sure how far Pop would go if pushed. He wasn't sure how far he would go if pushed.
And the gun is still there.
Eliot can't move. His father is holding a gun up to his head and he can't do a single damn thing about it.
He doesn't know if he'd really pull the trigger. He might.
He might not.
But he might.
“Quit it Pop.” Eliot whispers, terrified to say anything louder. He can feel tears prickle and jump at his eyes. He can't cry now. He really can't.
“You don' tell me what to do.” He sneers.
“Okay, okay.” He placates, hands turned up, eyes down. He shoved his anger at this deep down. He can't be angry right now.
“From now on, it's gonna be different around here.” He says, like a smug sheriff.
“Okay.” It's getting hard to breathe. It's getting hard to move, to keep still, to live.
“You're gonna give me the respect I deserve, I'm the one that puts a roof over your heads, feeds you, clothes ya keeps you off the damn streets.” He brandishes the gun a bit more wildly at that.
“Okay.” It's all he can say with all his focus on the gun swaying in front of him, appeasing the angry drunk man has never been so difficult.
“Okay, okay, is that all you can say? You're so stupid, you can't come up with anything more clever in that dumb brick of yours, Jakey.” He taunts, stumbling around.
“M’ Eliot, not Jake.” He'd take a gun in the face any day over slander of his brother's name.
“Same fuckin’ difference. Pair of idiots the both of ya. Good for nothin’s.” And finally the gun goes down enough for him to take a swig from a bottle.
Then he goes down, the gun clatters to the floor and the bottle thuds.
Thank God.
Eliot clumsily fumbles with the shotgun in the dim light to disarm it without blowing his head off, eventually getting it.
He takes the bottle and throws it as far as he can in the distance.
Staring down at him, he feels his anger dissipate. He looks so small.
He still fucking held him at gunpoint.
His dad just died.
But he still just held him at gunpoint.
He sighs, and does what he always knew he was going to do.
He picks him up and drags him to bed.
He throws him in the cover and slams the door.
Gathering Hannah and Jake is easier by a long shot. Just shaking them awake in the car and gently telling them to get to bed, and off they go back to sleep.
Later on he's collapsed on his bed and covers his mouth tightly so he doesn't scream.
If it had been Jake or Hannah in front of that gun, he wouldn't even have hesitated to get in front of them and diffused the situation as quickly as possible. But since it was himself, he hesitated.
He hesitated.
He could have died. His dad could have just killed him if he'd said the wrong thing. He almost got himself killed. He's very lucky to be alive right now.
He doesn't know how much longer his luck will hold out for.
It can't be forever.
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Leverage 2x01
Yo ✌️ been some time since I’ve watched this show, but I am here!!!! New season new heists idk what I am getting into
Episode calls itself “the Beantown Bailout Job” 👀 so someone will be going to jail??? We’ll see I guess
the hell is Nate doing at an office??? no heist???? 🥺🥺🥺
no wait y’all they got back together end of s1 right????
the cut off at the finale was a fake out right???? my criminal found family are still in touch with each other right????
NATE IS NOT GETTING AN OFFICE JOB NO
lmao he did a batman (and yes!!! you would have hated it there Natty-boy)
ooooh ok and here we have our new poor souls for the episode
????
Oh he’s the banker????
What are you doing dude listen to your daughter
NATE NO
OH SHIT
ok if they hit Nate that will be a little funny
what a way to meet a new client lmao
DAM
OH SHIT
oh no the dad is gonna die
shit
Stressed
Leverage stop stressing me out challenge
Oh hey! Dad isn’t dead
WE HAVE AN INTRO?????
Oh it’s so dated but I love it
Ok ok I think I see where this is going
Boss is so shifty. How dare you be so judgmental about alcoholics to Nate >:( he has just placed you on his shit list
awwww poor babygirl 🤧
SOPHIEEEEEEE
SHE IS IN SOUND OF MUSIC
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
OHHHHHHH MY GOF
REUNIÓN
THEY
THEY
REUNION
TO SEE SOPHIE
y’all I’m crying 🤧 so bad
how dare they give Sophie bad reviews >:(((((
Eliot 😂😂😂😂
“That’s very….Catholic” HELP 💀
Parker I love you
Hardinson I love you
ELIOT NO
“Not me!” Says the most criminal of them all
“I am not a thief” says the biggest thief of them all
OH SHIT
Sophie what accent was that???
PARKER
WHY ARE YOU A NUN
Hardinson already hacking shit my beloved
HARDINSON MY HACKER MY BELOVED
Eliot looks so excited saying he nabbed a briefcase
THEY ALREADY HAVE A PLAN I LOVE THEM
“What, you think she dresses like a nun for no reason?” “….she’s Parker.” no yeah that’s valid
Y’all we cannot just be 15 minutes in help me
This is such a nice apartment for one guy
Poor Eliot, always the guy (child) caught in the middle of the Nat/Sophie disaster affair
HARDINSON
OH MY GOD
fucking dying Parker the nun and Hardinson the priest help me
“I did look for you” NOBODY TOUCH ME
Parker are you flirting 👀👀👀
They just made his apartment their new office lmao
Love how Hardinson knows how to play Nate
“Oops,” says Hardinson because he, in fact, did see Eliot before he left and sent him to go look for more shit which just so happens to be in mob territory :)
YES ELIOT
LETS GO!!!! FUCK EM UP
Parker I love you
Nate :) it’s ok :) don’t hold yourself back :) help them out :) just this once yeah?
He can’t even help himself it’s so funny. He has to speak. He must share his knowledge
I love how they all are like “yeah of course, Nate. Just one last job. Of course.”
YES HARDINSON AND PARKER FBI DUO BACK AGAIN (they aren’t playing fbi rn but you know what I mean)
Eliot & Hardinson my beloved
“Jimmy Ford’s kid” oh? They know his dad?
Love you Sophie <333333
Ohhhhhh I get it
Wait so is the dad going to die?????
Nate’s fatherly behavior coming out my beloved
NATE’S FATHERLY BEHAVIOR ACTIVATING HIS MOTIVATION FOR THIS SEASON
ok so I just know they did some extra shit we didn’t see which will tie this heist up nicely but AGH I WANNA KNOW
“There’s a problem” oh no! how will this interfere with the heist! i sure hope they have many contingencies
Oh shit wait ok this is a big problem
“Make this up as we go” oh fuck
Wait this guy sounds sO familiar
ELIOT!!!! ELIOT DAMGER
man, i sure hope Nate recorded all of that 👀
Eliot will not die
WHO
NO
WAIT HE IS FINE THO RIGHT???
Oh ok he’s fine it’s just Sophie
Sophie what are you planning
Aw poor O’Hare
Love how Hardinson changes his voice for intimidation
You are going shoot the dad in a hospital. Where the gunshot will be heard. As if no one will catch you. Yeah, sure go for it banker man
HAHA
LMAO THEY DID ROB IT
Awwwwww happy ending 🥰
“Still your last job?” Lmao
Sophie you fucking liar you do not have a boyfriend
No 🥺 (y’all she doesn’t right?)
NO NATE >:( stop being dumb (ok fine just sniff it like a weird person i guess)
Well at least he paid 🙄
YES!!! APARTMENT OFFICE
THE GANG IS BACK
General thoughts:
THE GANG IS BACK :D
My only hope is that they don’t separate ever again in the future. Please. They are so lonely without each other. The fact that a Hardinson looked for Parker 🥺 and how he has probably looked for the rest of them. Just to keep tabs. Also how Hardinson knows a lot about Pakistan through White House emails and Eliot was in Pakistan!!!!! My ot3 heart 🤧(Yeah I am totally believing Hardinson checked the White House emails to keep tabs on Eliot. what about it?)
And how Sophie invited all of them to her show as a way of reuniting them, and her and Parker may have stayed in touch since they seem to have planned a surprise like 🥺 idk just the fact that Sophie and Parker are close gives me the warm and fuzzies
Omfg and the fact that their new office is Nate’s apartment and how everyone just falls into their roles so nicely. Like they never left it. As if it they’re all meant to be together 🫠
Love this show
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Thank you for the tag @liminalmemories21 @welcometololaland @theghostofashton @lemonlyman-dotcom @alrightbuckaroo and @bonheur-cafe ❤️
Let's prefix this with another giant grumpy baby in a gurney picture 🥰
ONE: Are you named after anyone? If you believe my mum, no. But I think it’s Karl Marx. He named all of his daughters Jenny. In the 80s/early 90s, mums in their droves rushed to name their newborn daughters Jennifer. Therefore, I have deduced I am named for the clandestine Marxist revolution going on between second-wave boomer mums. My mum denies this. She gave me an incredulous look when I asked, which seemed over the top, and claimed to have "just liked the name..." I think the first rule of the 80s Marxist Mums Revolution was to not talk about it.
TWO: When was the last time you cried? I’m not much of a crier usually, but I cried last week when I signed my boss’ leaving card and read all the other messages people had written for her. She’s someone who has had a massive, positive impact on my life and I’m so sad that she’s going.
THREE: Do you have kids? No, and I never will. Sometimes this makes me sad, but most of the time it doesn’t.
FOUR: Do you use sarcasm a lot? I save it for best.
FIVE: What sports have you played/do you play? I don’t understand this question.
SIX: What’s the first thing you notice about people? What they’re wearing. I was once on a plane sitting close to a woman who wore the most fantastic, long, colourful coat. I was so fixated on the coat that I didn’t realise the woman was Thandie Newton until we were at Heathrow.
SEVEN: What’s your eye colour? An indeterminable grey-green-blue shade that changes depending on the light, what I’m wearing, and my mood.
EIGHT: Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings.
NINE: Any special talents? I’m not good at anything other than creative writing. I truly am The Worst at all else. I understand it’s objective and people might disagree that I’m good at writing at all – but I mean, relative to everything else I do, it’s really all I’ve got.
TEN: Where were you born? Saaaaf London.
ELEVEN: What are your hobbies? Writing, reading, going for walks. I love movies and reading about the movies I've watched or watching video essays about them. I also really love going shopping tbh, but I don’t do it much for financial and moral reasons.
TWELVE: Do you have any pets? Alas, I am petless.
THIRTEEN: How tall are you? 5ft 7 with disproportionately long arms, to paint a picture.
FOURTEEN: Favourite subject in school? Drama and art. I’m lousy at art and got a D for A-level, but was given a special award from my school for the sheer amount of effort I put in. Hahaha god.
FIFTEEN: Dream job? Poet in the poetry world doing poetry things, I guess working at a university and winning the TS Eliot for my debut collection, sigh. I didn't have enough coin to stay in academia doing something so damn arty, but once upon a moonlit dream I had notions of going to the States to do an MFA. Anyway. Still sort of trying with the odds against me. Two publications last month and one upcoming though, yay!
I'm a bit late to this so if you've been tagged already please ignore or no pressure if you don't want to do this at all!!!: @heartstringsduet @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @irispurpurea @actuallysara @goodways @danieljradcliffe @lutavero @howlingsaturn @ladytessa74 (I meant to add you but just saw I didn't?!!!)
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Tagged by @wondrouswendy! Thanks for the tag!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
Just 9 fics so far.
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
70,681
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Alan Wake. In the past I've written for Leverage and a few others, but not consistently.
4. Top five fics by kudos
I Know A Few People - Peter Burke & Eliot Spencer, a White Collar/Leverage crossover fic
Definitely Unusual - Nathan Ford/Eliot Spencer, a Leverage fic
Ichabod vs. the Government Shutdown - Ichabod Crane & Abbie Mills, a Sleepy Hollow fic
Ragnarök - Odin Anderson/Thomas Zane, an Alan Wake fic
Letting Go - Nathan Ford, a Leverage fic
5. Do you respond to comments?
I didn't in the past because I have awful social anxiety, but I do now because I know how hard it is to leave comments and I want to be sure readers know how much I appreciate them.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Ragnarök, by far. That ending was incredibly difficult and emotional to write.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Gods in Disguise, my latest Odin/Zane one-shot has a pretty happy ending despite the tragedy that awaits those characters in the future.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
No, I don't think I've published enough yet.
9. Do you write smut?
Absolutely. I'm not sure I could write an Odin/Zane fic at this point that didn't contain smut.
10. Craziest crossover?
Probably one of the first fics I ever wrote, a dumb The X-Files/Dark Tower series by Stephen King crossover. Not my proudest moment but we all have to start somewhere.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
lol, no. I haven't published enough and my work isn't popular enough.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Nope
14. All time favourite ship?
If we're talking ships I actually write, then by far Odin/Zane. All-time favorite ship though is probably tied between Mulder/Scully and House/Wilson.
15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I don't have any WIPs other than Ragnarök's sequel, and I'm most definitely finishing that one.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Descriptions and character development. I'm currently writing characters with little canon development, so I've essentially turned them into OCs and it's been a lot of fun to develop their voices. Hopefully I'm good at writing smut, because I quite enjoy writing it!
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Reusing imagery. When I find something I like, it's hard to resist using it again. I also put way too much stock in external validation, which is... tough when you're writing an extreme rarepair. Writing really brings out a lot of my mental health demons and it's difficult to stay positive and motivated sometimes.
18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?
If it fits the character.
19. First fandom you wrote in?
The X-Files - that crossover fic I mentioned above.
20. Favorite fic you've written?
Ragnarök. I took what was supposed to be a simple exploration into a sparsely-detailed canon event and turned it into an intense tragic love story. While I've written smut before, I'd never written romance and it was challenging and extremely rewarding. I'm now working on the sequel to that fic, and have plans for a third longfic and several other one-shots. It's also the first longfic I've completed, so it will always be special for that reason.
I'll tag @autisticwriterblog and @annachibi (if you've been tagged already, sorry for the spam!)❤️
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After the Scarlatti Web
For the May 29 prompt: Bed Sharing, for @duckprintspress May Trope Mayhem
Fandom: The Magicians (TV)
Relationship: Quentin Coldwater/Eliot Waugh
Tags: Sharing a Bed, queliot, Insomnia, References to Depression, Fear, Falling In Love, Best Friends, Fluff, Literal Sleeping Together
Summary: Quentin’s afraid to sleep. Eliot wants to help.
This story takes place following the end of 1x04, “The World in the Walls,” right after Quentin wakes up from being trapped in his own mind by Julia in the Scarlatti Web.
Warnings for canon-typical language. The first 1k is up on tumblr, but the whole story is on AO3; link at the end.
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Eliot handed Quentin a brandy. Q glanced at him as their fingers brushed, but didn’t pull away. Instead he looked at Eliot as though he was some sort of lifeline.
Eliot reseated himself on the back of the couch beside Quentin and reached out to pet his hair again, but this time it was more than a quick pat. “How are you, Q? Really?”
“A little freaked out?”
“Understandable. If I get my hands on that hedge bitch—”
Quentin shivered. He pulled Eliot’s hand off his head—but then he just held onto Eliot’s wrist for a minute. “God, no. Just let her be. I hate what she did—”
“You almost died, Quentin,” Eliot spat out. “There was a very good chance you were never going to wake up.”
“But I don’t blame her for being mad. I should have told the dean she had magic, like she wanted.”
“That doesn’t excuse—”
A smile ghosted over Quentin’s lips. “No, but maybe they would have mind-wiped her again? Before she could do anything stupid?”
It surprised a laugh out of Eliot. “God, I hope it takes next time.”
“Same.” Quentin drank his brandy. Eliot crossed around and sat next to him.
“What was it like in the mind-prison? How did you get out?” God, I was so worried, Quentin. His heart still hadn’t calmed the fuck down. The flood of relief was making him giddy, possibly stupid, because—he wanted to tell Quentin what he’d realized. How his heart dropped the moment they’d found Q unresponsive in the back of that closet. The moment he realized just how much he loved Quentin.
“It was my worst nightmare. I got committed.” Quentin tipped the tumbler, downing the rest in one go, and God, he didn’t recommend that, but Eliot reached for the glass instinctively. But Quentin shook his head to a refill. “You know, Eliot, you were there? Probably the one bright spot in the whole damned place.”
“Really?” Eliot’s aplomb was no match for this sudden surge of happiness. Inescapable: I love Quentin. Oh God, I’m head over heels. So that’s what it means… Fuck, he was in trouble.
Quentin sighed and flopped back against the cushions. “The funny thing is… I slept for what, ten hours? Thirteen? But I’ve never been so tired in my life. I feel like I’ve been running for, like, a month. Only…sleeping right now? I can’t even. Would I ever wake up? Is it bad that I’m so tired I almost don’t care?”
Eliot took Q’s hand and stood decisively. “Come with me, Quentin.”
“El, I have to go to class.”
“They can excuse you for one day. After this? They can excuse you for a month. You almost died, Quentin. And their famous methods of dealing with former students and warding against hedge magic didn’t work.”
But halfway up the stairs, Quentin sighed heavily and just stopped walking. “I’m not sure I ever want to sleep again, to be honest.”
“I can watch over you, Q. If you’re worried about it.” Always. I’ll always be there for you, Q. “It’s no trouble.” Oh, I can think of so many ways to help you sleep… Sternly, he told his brain to settle down.
“My guardian angel?” Despite the cheeky smile, Quentin looked so tired, so serious. “Thank you, El. But—I’ll let you know? Right now I need to get my books and just—make it to class. So I don’t get mind-wiped too.”
“Don’t worry, Q. I’m not going to let that happen.” Eliot helped Q gather his books, tucked his tag back in his shirt collar, smoothed Q’s hair, and had just enough time to grab him a water bottle before Q rushed out the door.
Eliot had class himself, and plans with Margo, but he tried to keep an eye out for Q. Quentin didn’t come back till late after dinner—apparently having a serious meeting with Dean Fogg, among other things. Eliot put a plate together for him—heard all about it while Quentin ate, even though there was a previously scheduled party to attend to. When Quentin pushed back his chair and announced he was going to crash, Eliot followed him upstairs to make sure he had strong enough wards to keep out the noise of the party, before wishing him a peaceful sleep.
“You’re sure you don’t want me to stay? I don’t mind. I have plenty of homework. I can sit up and read,” Eliot found himself babbling. “Make sure nothing happens. Keep up the sound wards.”
Quentin just smiled tiredly and waved at the bed. “It’s okay. I’m so wiped I could sleep through anything at this point. But I appreciate it.”
Then he closed the door.
Eliot just stood there for a moment. The way his heart surged out of his chest, still on the other side of that door, with Quentin…felt like an out-of-body experience.
The next morning, Eliot got up early to make Quentin breakfast before class. Quentin dragged himself downstairs just in time, clearly struggling.
Q talked to him, but he seemed subdued, his chatter coming more slowly than usual. While he moved about the kitchen, Eliot snuck worried glances at Q. Each time, he found Q sitting there, slumped in the chair, his usually eloquent hands flat on the table like fallen birds.
When he set the plate of scrambled eggs on toast in front of his favorite nerd, Eliot murmured, “Are you okay?”
“I didn’t sleep all night, El. I mean, I tried, okay? But I guess I’m kind of afraid to? Every time I close my eyes, they pop back open after a few minutes. What if I never wake up? I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to sleep again,” he repeated his fears more forcefully—this time backed by experience. He looked up at Eliot miserably.
Eliot soothed a hand between his shoulders. “You probably got enough sleep for a while, Q.” “And now I’m going to fall asleep in class and flunk out and be mindwiped,” Q fretted.
#may trope mayhem#duck prints press#eliot waugh#quentin coldwater#queliot#quentin x eliot#the magicians#queliot fanfic
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Catching up on Emmerdale goes pretty quick when you just skip the entire Leyla nonsense and the Alex/Naomi nonsense...
Thank god for the Arthur/Marshall story. In general, I’m glad the teen group as a whole is getting more focus and having some actual stories and it’s not just all the usual random dumb teenage bad behavior. It’s giving them more depth in the way some of the past teen groups have had. They’re not there yet obviously but it’s a start. I do wish they’d let Eliot and Angel be a part of it too though.
And I don’t mind the Paddy story. Although Jimmy’s revelation seemed a bit much. Not that they aren’t valid feelings, I just kind of wish it didn’t have to be such a revelation. I wish his family got mentioned more often in passing.
In general, all of the random group meetings are good though even if I don’t love all of the content. I’m just happy to see multiple characters interacting outside specific story groups. It’s something the show has needed for a long time.
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I'll Fix This
Pairing: William "Penny" Adiyodi x OC Female Character (Eliora Waugh)
Words: 1199
Warnings: Mentions of cancer, major spoilers if you haven't seen the episode, character death, astral projections, angst, heartbreak, emotional distress
Divider By: @saradika-graphics
Summary: Penny is frustrated by the lackluster response to his death, until he witnesses his love's reaction
AN: I love the idea of Eliot having a twin sister, so while this is currently a one-off, I will probably dive head first into this new hyper-focus and do more stories about Eliora and Penny.
Eliora Waugh was the twin sister of the infamous Eliot. The two of them surviving the corn fields of their youth by sticking together and practicing magic without their father finding out. Brakebills had been their escape, the place they felt most like themselves, even if that sometimes felt empty and alone. Eliot had Margo, but Eliora hadn’t found her person yet… at least not until William ‘Penny’ Adiyodi arrived for his first year at the school. At first, he’d been his gruff and cynical self, but Eliora was hard to resist.
Penny had assumed she’d be just like her twin, but he’d been pleasantly surprised when he found her to be nearly opposite. As a traveler herself, she preferred to think things through rather than run into them headfirst. A mix of quiet strength, brilliant humor, and emotional complexity that had Penny falling head over heels quickly.
The two of them had been through hell and back together, and one stupid decision lost him everything he’d been fighting so hard to protect. Kady had asked him to steal a book on how to kill a god; only the section had been poisoned, and no one had thought to tell Eliora that her boyfriend had super cancer. She’d gone to Fillory to help Eliot and Margo and to keep Fen company- only to be met with a Faerie infestation. Penny had been pissed when he found out the Faerie Queen had threatened HIM to keep Eliora there, but she promised him that when this nightmare was over that she would go wherever he wanted, and they could live their lives together and leave this mess behind. It had been the only thing keeping them going and now…
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Penny had witnessed the news of his death being spread among his ‘friends’ and wasn’t impressed. Not one person cried for him? Then it hit him: Eliora hadn’t been told yet. He’d spent a good amount of time watching her interact with her sister-in-law. His heart aching with the need to touch her; the way she spoke about him, her hope for their future… he thought it might be better if she didn’t find out, but of course, this wasn’t something Eliot would keep from her. He’d stepped out for a second, going to check on the nonsense back on earth, and when he’d come back, Eliora was being told. She’d been confused when the Fae Queen told her she needed to return to Earth but hadn’t questioned it. The excitement to see Penny again was nearly palpable, and if her love had been a ghost, he would’ve physically thrown Eliot through the wall to keep him from telling her.
“Eliot! Just who I wanted to see.”
“Ellie…”
“The Fae Queen is insisting I go back to earth! Can you believe it?! I can’t wait to see Penny.”
“Eliora.”
“I know he’s not your favorite person, but he makes me happy, and I love him… isn’t that enough, El?” He wanted to tell her it was. He wanted to lie, let her return home, let someone else tell her, but this was his twin sister. Stepping forward, he gently grabbed the tops of her arms and pressed his forehead to hers. Whatever this was, it made her incredibly nervous. “El?”
“Q sent us a rabbit.”
“Okay… and?”
“Penny…”
“Don’t fucking tell her Eliot! Not like this!” He was screaming at her twin, but neither of them could hear him, and now he wasn’t so interested in knowing how people reacted to the news. Her peace was why he’d told Kady not to tell her about the cancer. His friend reminded him that Eliora didn’t know, and he begged her not to say anything until they found a cure. “Do you have to be so fucking dramatic about every damn thing? Jesus! How are you two related, let alone twins?!”
“What about Penny?” She stepped back to see his eyes, not missing how he couldn’t look her in her own. “Eliot. What’s wrong with Penny?”
“He died, Cricket.” He hadn’t called her cricket in months, which was how she knew he wasn’t joking. “He broke into a part of the Neitherlands Library and was poisoned.”
“When?” she whispered, trying not to fall apart.
“Did he die? I'm not sure.”
“No. When did he break into the library?”
“I’m not sure.” Eliot was watching his sister closely, knowing they both tended to hold things close to their chest. “Cricket?”
“Thank you for telling me.”
“You gonna be ok?”
“No.”
She answered honestly, but Penny was a little surprised she wasn’t crying. Surely, the love of his life would shed a few tears for him, but then she started walking away, and he could see that Eliot was just as confused as he was.
“Damn it, Cricket… don’t hold this in,” he whispered behind her, knowing firsthand how things like this could destroy you.
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Eliora’s reaction had deeply hurt Penny, but after seeing Benedict’s, he had to say something to her. It didn’t matter that she wouldn’t hear him; he NEEDED to let this out. “Ya know! I thought we really had some-”
He stopped midsentence at the sight of her curled up on the bed, crying so hard she was shaking. Fen was sitting beside her, stroking her hair and doing her best to comfort her, but the overwhelming pain of losing him made it impossible for her to calm down.
“He was supposed to wait for me.” She sobbed. “He swore he wouldn’t… have I been deluding myself? Did he love her more than he loved me?”
“What? No! Don’t think that, baby. It’s always been you.”
“I don’t see how anyone could love someone more than you,” Fen answered sweetly. Her affection for her sister-in-law went deep, having vented to her many times throughout her marriage to Eliot. When she returned from the Faerie realm, Eliora was the only one who could get through to her, the only one Fen trusted. “I may not have known him well, but I saw the way he loved you. It’s the way I wish your brother loved me.” Eliora looked up at her friend with hurt in her eyes, but Fen didn’t feel cheated; she felt lucky. “Penny worshiped you, Ellie.”
“I still do.” He whispered, sitting beside her and wishing he could hold her. “I’m so sorry, Ora… I never should’ve… I love you.”
“Thank you, Fen. I… can you give me a moment, please?”
“Of course. If you need anything.”
“I’ll let you know.” The dam only lasted until Fen shut the door, then the floodgates reopened, and her pain oozed out of her like a black sludge. Nothing could be seen in the physical realm but in the astral… Penny could physically see the heartbreak flowing: a thick, black river of her tears and anguish. “Damnit, Pen… you swore.”
He wanted to tell her everything. Explain what had happened and why it had been a ‘now or never’ kind of situation. He wanted to kiss her and promise they’d see one another again… “I’ll fix this.” He promised, lying beside her and wishing on every star that he’d one day get to hold her again.
#the magicians#the magicians syfy#william “penny” adiyodi#penny adiyodi#original character#eliot waugh#fen the magicians#I hated this storyline but it makes for good material#penny adiyodi x oc#eliot has a twin and she's awesome#Basing Eliora off Gemma Arterton#Fillory#Fen is sweet#His death served no purpose#Benedict is so cute in this show though#brakebills
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Sixty great Christmas quotes
60 great quotes and aphorisms on Christmas 60 sixty great Christmas quotes and aphorisms by famous authors selected by Carl William Brown for the World of English blog, that is English-culture.com I wish you a Merry Christmas sparkle with endless love, gladness and goodwill. Lailah Gifty Akita The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live. George Carlin Christmas can be hard for those who have lost loved ones. This year especially I understand why. Queen Elizabeth II At Christmas we must all be more good-natured, not more stupid! Carl William Brown My idea of Christmas, whether old-fashioned or modern, is very simple: loving others. Come to think of it, why do we have to wait for Christmas to do that? Bob Hope Let's be naughty and save Santa the trip. Gary Allan What do you think of Christmas?" "I like it," she said. "I think we should have it every year.” Liz Flaherty Want to keep Christ in Christmas? Feed the hungry, clothe the naked, forgive the guilty, welcome the unwanted, care for the ill, love your enemies, and do unto others as you would have done unto you. Steve Maraboli At Christmas we should be more good, not stupider! Carl William Brown In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it 'Christmas' and went to church; the Jews called it 'Hanukkah' and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say 'Merry Christmas!' or 'Happy Hanukkah!' or (to the atheists) 'Look out for the wall!'. Dave Barry Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, retreating to the corner of arm and knee, eager to be reassured, taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree. T. S. Eliot Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quiet home! Charles Dickens Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas. Calvin Coolidge Christmas ought to be brought up to date,” Maria said. “It ought to have gangsters, and aeroplanes and a lot of automatic pistols. John Masefield Christmas Eve is my favorite... I think the anticipation is more fun than anything else. I kind of lost that. The idea that something - food, traditions, an arbitrary date on the calendar - can be special because we decide it should be. We make it special. Not just for ourselves, but for others. Kiersten White
60 best aphorisms and quotes about Christmas Were I a philosopher, I should write a philosophy of toys, showing that nothing else in life need to be taken seriously, and that Christmas Day in the company of children is one of the few occasions on which men become entirely alive. Robert Lynd The two most joyous times of the year are Christmas morning and the end of school. Alice Cooper From a theological point of view, Easter is the center of the Church year; but Christmas is the most profoundly human feast of faith, because it allows us to feel most deeply the humanity of God. The crib has a unique power to show us what it means to say that God wished to be “Immanuel” a “God with us”, a God whom we may address in intimate language, because he encounters us as a child. Pope Benedict XVI Christmas it seems to me is a necessary festival; we require a season when we can regret all the flaws in our human relationships: it is the feast of failure, sad but consoling. Graham Greene I think commercialism helps Christmas and I think that the more capitalism we can inject into the Christmas holiday the more spiritual I feel about it. Craig Ferguson It's funny to think that Christmas - a time known for its joyful togetherness - can be the loneliest time of the year for some. Giovanna Fletcher Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! Francis Pharcellus Church Yes' it's true that I hate Santa too, dressed in his suit of silk. That's why this year with the homemade cookies, I'm going to leave some poison milk. Mark W. Boyer If you can't find the spirit of the holidays in your heart, you'll never find it under a tree. Michael Holbrook Stupid rich nations sell arms to helpless poor nations; then at Christmas they collect toys to send to the children of families ruined by the various conflicts of the planet. Carl William Brown I have always thought of Christmas-time... as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. Charles Dickens T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Clement Clarke Moore Christmas isn't a parade or concert but a piece of home you keep in your heart wherever you go. Donna VanLiere The Christmas story is penmanship of the most brilliant sort, where God crafted a beginning that would never be subject to an ending. Craig D. Lounsbrough Christmas is supposed to be this time when everyone is nice to one another and forgives one another and all that, but the true meaning of Christmas is presents. And in the real world, Santa’s not fair. Rich kids get everything and poor kids get secondhand crap their parents bust their asses to afford. It costs money just to sit on Santa’s lap. Holly Black There’s no experience quite like cutting your own live Christmas tree out of your neighbor’s yard. Dan Florence And then she realized that after that Christmas party, she didn't really lose anything, except respect for everyone.” Crystal Woods Of course there is a Santa Claus. It’s just that no single somebody could do all he has to do. So the Lord has spread the task among us all. That’s why everybody is Santa Claus. I am. You are.” Truman Capote The three phases of Santa belief: Santa is real; Santa isn't real; Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. Alton Thompson There is at Christmas time a great deal of hypocrisy, honourable hypocrisy, hypocrisy undertaken pour le bon motif, c'est entendu, but nevertheless hypocrisy! Agatha Christie I am sorry to have to introduce the subject of Christmas into these articles. It is an indecent subject; a cruel, gluttonous subject; a drunken, disorderly subject; a wasteful, disastrous, subject; a wicked, cadging, lying, filthy, blashphemous, and demoralizing subject. Christmas is forced on a reluctant and disgusted nation by the shopkeepers and the press: on its own merits it would wither and shrivel in the fiery breath of universal hatred; and any one who looked back to it would be turned into a pillar of greasy sausages. George Bernard Shaw I don't think Christmas is necessarily about things. It's about being good to one another, it's about the Christian ethic, it's about kindness. Carrie Fisher Christmas is best pondered, not with logic, but with imagination. Max Lucado I once bought my kids a set of batteries for Christmas with a a note on it saying, toys not included. Bernard Manning Keeping Christ in Christmas" is like showing up at someone's house every year, insisting on a party they never planned and never agreed to. Rebecca McKinsey From a commercial point of view, if Christmas did not exist it would be necessary to invent it. Katharine Whitehorn Christmas time! That man must be a misanthrope indeed, in whose breast something like a jovial feeling is not roused—in whose mind some pleasant associations are not awakened—by the recurrence of Christmas. Charles Dickens Halloween isn't the only time for ghosts and ghost stories. In Victorian Britain, spooky winter's tales were part of the Christmas season, often told after dinner, over port or coffee. Michael Dirda Christmas is a conspiracy to make single people feel lonely. Armistead Maupin What I don't like about office Christmas parties is looking for a job the next day. Phyllis Diller A good conscience is a continual Christmas. Benjamin Franklin
60 famous quotes about Christmas time Christmas, my child, is love in action. Every time we love, every time we give, it's Christmas. Dale Evans Rogers And so this is Christmas...what have you done? John Lennon I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph. Shirley Temple Perhaps the best Yuletide decoration is being wreathed in smiles Author Unknown We were so poor that my old man would go outside every Christmas and shoot his gun then come back and tell us that Santa Claus had committed suicide Jack La Motta The Pope: the only who never sees his boss, even at Christmas. Author Unknown What kind of Christmas present would Jesus ask Santa for? Salman Rushdie Christmas is built upon a beautiful and intentional paradox; that the birth of the homeless should be celebrated in every home. G. K. Chesterton People can’t concentrate properly on blowing other people to pieces if their minds are poisoned by thoughts suitable to the twenty-fifth of December. Ogden Nash I wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirit in jars and open a jar of it every month. Harlan Miller Santa Claus has the right idea – visit people only once a year. Victor Borge Christmas is a time when you get homesick – even when you’re home. Carol Nelson I never believed in Santa Claus because I knew no white dude would come into my neighborhood after dark Dick Gregory Christmas is a necessity. There has to be at least one day of the year to remind us that we’re here for something else besides ourselves. Eric Sevareid Christmas is a holiday that we celebrate not as individuals nor as a nation, but as a human family. Ronald Reagan There is no more dangerous or disgusting habit than that of celebrating Christmas before it comes. G.K. Chesterton http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGWCeYyhtPQ Read also our other posts on Christmas ; Christmas quotes ; Best Christmas songs ; 60 great Christmas quotes ; Christmas tree origin and quotes ; Traditional Christmas Carols ; Christmas jokes ; Christmas cracker jokes ; Christmas food ; Christmas thoughts ; Christmas story ; Christmas in Italy ; Christmas holidays ; Christmas songs ; Christmas poems ; An Essasy on Christmas by Chesterton ; Quotes by authors Quotes by arguments Thoughts and reflections Essays with quotes Read the full article
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120 Frases em Inglês para o Dia das Mães com Tradução
Confira nossa lista de frases em inglês para o dia das mães traduzidas em português para aumentar nosso vocabulário em inglês, veja esses textos com tradução para nosso idioma, e deseja um abençoado dia de quem nunca nos abandona de maneira divertida.
Frases em inglês para iniciantes com tradução
120 Frases em inglês traduzida em português para desejar um feliz dia das mães com tradução
“A mother is your first friend, your best friend, your forever friend.” — Unknown
“When you are looking at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.” —Charley Benetto
“Mother is the heartbeat in the home; and without her, there seems to be no heart throb.” —Leroy Brownlow
“Mothers are like glue. Even when you can’t see them, they’re still holding the family together.” —Susan Gale
“My Mother: She is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her. ” —Jodi Picoult
“Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.” —William Makepeace Thackeray
“The influence of a mother in the lives of her children is beyond calculation.” —James E. Faust
“It may be possible to gild pure gold, but who can make his mother more beautiful?” —Mahatma Gandhi
“There is no role in life that is more essential than that of motherhood.” —Elder M. Russell Ballard
“Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall; A mother’s secret hope outlives them all.” —Oliver Wendell Holmes
“Motherhood is the exquisite inconvenience of being another person’s everything.” —Unknown
“Only mothers can think of the future because they give birth to it in their children.” —Maxim Grosky
“My mother was my role model before I even knew what that word was.” —Lisa Leslie
“To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.” —Maya Angelou
“Motherhood is the biggest gamble in the world. It is the glorious life force. It’s huge and scary – it’s an act of infinite optimism.” —Gilda Radner
“My mother is a walking miracle.” —Leonardo DiCaprio
“A mother understands what a child does not say.” —Jewish proverb
“The world needs our mothers.” —Liya Kebede
“A mother’s hug lasts long after she lets go.” —Unknown
“There is nothing as sincere as a mother’s kiss.” —Saleem Sharma
“Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.” —George Eliot
“A mother is always the beginning. She is how things begin.” —Unknown
“We are born of love; love is our mother.” —Rumi
“Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.” —Kahil Gibran
“There is no influence so powerful as that of the mother.” —Sara Josepha Hale
“A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s.” —Princess Diana
“All that I am, or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” —Abraham Lincoln
“A mother is the one who fills your heart in the first place.” —Amy Tan
“Mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.” —Emily Dickinson
“A mother’s love is more beautiful than any fresh flower.” —Debasish Mridha
“A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.” —Victor Hugo
“A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take.” —Cardinal Mermillod
“A mother��s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.” —Honore de Balzac
“The art of mothering is to teach the art of living to children.” —Elaine Heffner
“In the mother’s eyes, her smile, her stroking touch, the child reads the message: ‘You are there!’” —Adrienne Rich
“If love is as sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love.” —Stevie Wonder
“Mothers hold their children’s hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.” —Unknown
“Mother’s love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.” —Erich Fromm
“Being a full-time mother is one of the highest salaried jobs since the payment is pure love.” —Mildred B. Vermont
“When you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.” —Mitch Albom
“There is no way to be a perfect mother, and a million ways to be a good one.” —Jill Churchill
“There is no velvet so soft as a mother’s lap, no rose as lovely as her smile, no path so flowery as that imprinted with her footsteps.” —Archibald Thompson
“A mother’s love is everything. It is what brings a child into this world. It is what molds their entire being. When a mother sees her child in danger, she is literally capable of anything. Mothers have lifted cars off of their children, and destroyed entire dynasties. A mother’s love is the strongest energy known to man.” —Jamie McGuire
“A mother is clothed with strength and dignity, laughs without fear of the future. When she speaks her words are wise and she gives instructions with kindness.” —Proverbs
“Motherhood: All love begins and ends there. ” —Robert Browning
“Any mother could perform the jobs of several air-traffic controllers with ease.” —Lisa Alther
“A mother is a person who, seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.” —Tenneva Jordan
“An ounce of mother is worth a ton of priest.” —Spanish Proverb
“A mom forgives us all our faults, not to mention one or two we don’t even have.” —Robert Brault
“In the end, mothers are always right. No one else tells the truth.” —Randy Susan Meyers
“God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.” —Rudyard Kipling
“We have a secret in our culture, and it’s not that birth is painful. It’s that women are strong.” —Laura Stavoe Harm
“It’s not easy being a mother. If it were, fathers would do it.” —The Golden Girls
“When your mother asks, ‘Do you want a piece of advice?’ it’s a mere formality. It doesn’t matter if you answer yes or no. You’re going to get it anyway.” —Erma Bombeck
“The phrase ’working mother’ is redundant.” —Jane Sellman
“I want my children to have all the things I couldn’t afford. Then, I want to move in with them.” —Phyllis Diller
“Any mother could do the jobs of several air traffic controllers with ease” —Lisa Alther
“If evolution really works, how come mothers have only two hands?” —Milton Berle
“There is only one pretty child in the world, and every mother has it.” —Chinese Proverb
“Mom, I love you, even though I’ll never accept your friend request.” —Unknown
“The mother’s heart is the child’s school-room.” —Henry Ward Beecher
“To the world you are a mother, but to your family you are the world.” —Unknown
“The loveliest masterpiece of the heart of God is the the heart of a mother.” —St. Therese of Lisieux
“Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.” —Marion C. Garretty
“Acceptance, tolerance, bravery, compassion. These are the things my mom taught me.” —Lady Gaga
“To a child’s ear, ‘mother’ is magic in any language.” —Arlene Benedict
“A mother is a mother still, the holiest thing alive.” —Samuel Taylor Coleridge
“I can imagine no heroism greater than motherhood.” —Lance Conrad
“Of all the rights of women, the greatest is to be a mother.” —Lin Yutang
“Mothers can look through a child’s eyes and see tomorrow.” —Reed Markham
“Mother—that was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and worries.” —T. Dewitt Talmage
“My mother is my root, my foundation. She planted the seed that I base my life on, and that is the belief that the ability to achieve starts in your mind.” —Michael Jordan
“Being a mother is learning about strengths you didn’t know you had.” —Linda Wooten
“Mothers possess a power beyond that of a king on his throne.” —Mabel Hale
“No language can express the power and beauty and heroism of a mother’s love.” —Edwin Chapin
“It’s such a grand thing to be a mother of a mother—that’s why the world calls her grandmother.” —Unknown
“Life doesn’t come with a manual, it comes with a grandmother.” —Unknown
“As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. She is the beating of my heart. I cannot now imagine a life without her.” —Kristin Hannah
“Everything I am, you helped me to be.” —Unknown
“Grandmothers are the people who take delight in hearing babies breathing into the telephone.” —Unknown
“Grandmas are short on criticism and long on love.” —Unknown
“A grandmother is a little bit parent, a little bit teacher, and a little bit best friend.” —Unknown
“Grandmothers always have time to talk and make you feel special. ” —Catherine Pulsifer
“Grandmas hold our tiny hands for just a little while…but our hearts forever. ” —Unknown
“If nothing is going well, call your grandmother.” —Italian Proverb
“My grandmother is my angel on earth. ” —Catherine Pulsifer
“Grandma always made you feel she had been waiting to see just you all day and now the day was complete.” —Marcy DeMaree
“I know what it is like to be brought up with unconditional love. In my life that came from my grandmother.” —Andre Leon Talley
“There’s no place like home except Grandma’s.” —Unknown
“Only an aunt can give hugs like a mother, can keep secrets like a sister and share love like a friend.” —Unknown
“An aunt is someone special to remember with warmth, think of with pride, and cherish with love.” —Unknown
“Aunt: A cherished friend and personal cheerleader who will always see you through rose colored glasses.” —Unknown
“Aunt; like a mom only cooler.” —Unknown
“The best aunts aren’t substitute parents, they’re co-conspirators. ” —Daryl Gregory
“Aunt ― a double blessing. You love like a parent and act like a friend.” —Unknown
“I smile because you’re my aunt. I laugh because there’s nothing you can do about it.” —Unknown
“An aunt makes life a little sweeter.” —Unknown
“An aunt grows more treasured as time goes by.” —Unknown
“An aunt is always there for all the times when you need a second mom.” —Unknown
“God couldn’t be everywhere so he created aunts.” —Unknown
“An aunt is a safe haven for a child. Someone who will keep your secrets and is always on your side.” —Sara Sheridan
“Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother.” —Oprah Winfrey
“Sometimes the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws.” —Barbara Kingsolver
“Great sisters get promoted to aunt.” —Unknown
“A mother is not a person to lean on, but a person to make leaning unnecessary.” —Dorothy Canfield Fisher
“Nothing is really lost until your mom can’t find it.” —Unknown
“Mom: a title just above queen.” —Unknown
“I have so much of you in my heart.” —John Keats
“An older sister is a friend and defender — a listener, conspirator, a counsellor and a sharer of delights. And sorrows too.” —Pam Brown
“The best thing about having a sister was that I always had a friend.” —Cali Rae Turner
“Time passes quickly but one thing always lasts – the love and support found in you. ” —Catherine Pulsifer
“Your sisters are the only people in the world who know what it’s like to have been brought up the way you were.” —Betsy Cohen
“To have a loving relationship with a sister is not simply to have a buddy or a confident – it is to have a soulmate for life.” —Victoria Secunda
“A sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit, a golden thread to the meaning of life. ” —Isadora James
“Mother is a verb. It’s something you do. Not just who you are.” —Cheryl Lacey Donovan
“By being yourself, you put something wonderful in the world that was not there before.” —Edwin Elliot
“You are far more precious than jewels.” —Proverbs
“You are a gift from God a friend that I can count on and a wonderful model of a mother.” —Unknown
“There will be so many times you feel like you failed. But in the eyes, heart and mind of your child you are super mom.” —Stephanie Precourt
“It’s not that diamonds are a girl’s best friend, but it’s your best friends who are your diamonds.” —Gina Barreca
“Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.” —Eleanor Roosevelt
“There are friends, there is family, and then there are friends that become family.” —Unknown
“The love and compassion you’ve always carried in your heart makes you a wonderful mother and a beloved friend.” —Unknown
“It’s not what we have in life, but who we have in our life that matters.” —Unknown
Confira como são as frases traduzidas para o português logo abaixo:
“Uma mãe é sua primeira amiga, sua melhor amiga, sua amiga eterna.” – Desconhecida
“Quando você está olhando para sua mãe, você está olhando para o amor mais puro que você jamais conhecerá.” —Charley Benetto
“Mãe é o batimento cardíaco a casa; e sem ela, parece não haver pulsação cardíaca. ”- Looy Brownlow
“ Mães são como cola. Mesmo quando você não consegue vê-los, eles ainda mantêm a família unida. ”—Susan Gale
“ Minha mãe: Ela é linda, suavizada nas bordas e temperada com uma espinha de aço. Eu quero envelhecer e ser como ela. ”—Jodi Picoult
“ Mãe é o nome de Deus nos lábios e nos corações das criancinhas. ”—William Makepeace Thackeray
“ A influência de uma mãe na vida de seus filhos está além do cálculo. ”—James E. Faust
“Pode ser possível dourar ouro puro, mas quem pode tornar sua mãe mais bonita?” – Mahatma Gandhi
“Não há papel na vida que seja mais essencial do que o da maternidade.” – Élder M. Russell Ballard
“A juventude desaparece; amor inclina-se; as folhas da amizade caem; A esperança secreta de uma mãe sobrevive a todos eles. ”—Oliver Wendell Holmes
“ A maternidade é a extraordinária inconveniência de ser o ser de outra pessoa. ”- Desconhecido
“ Apenas as mães podem pensar no futuro porque dão à luz em seus filhos. ”- Maxim Grosky
“Minha mãe era o meu modelo antes que eu soubesse o que era essa palavra.” –Lisa Leslie
“Descrever minha mãe seria escrever sobre um furacão em seu poder perfeito.” —Maya Angelou
“A maternidade é a maior aposta do mundo. É a força da vida gloriosa. É enorme e assustador – é um ato de otimismo infinito. ”—Gilda Radner
“ Minha mãe é um milagre ambulante. ”—Leonardo DiCaprio
“ A mãe entende o que uma criança não diz. ”- Provérbio judaico
“ O mundo precisa de nossas mães. ”-Liya Kebede
‘abraço de uma mãe dura muito tempo depois que ela deixa ir.’-Desconhecido
‘Não há nada tão sincero quanto o beijo de uma mãe.’-Saleem Sharma
‘a vida começou com acordar e amar o rosto da minha mãe.’-George Eliot
“ Uma mãe é sempre o começo. Ela é como as coisas começam. ”—Desconhecido
“ Nascemos do amor; o amor é a nossa mãe. ”—Rumi
“ Mãe: a mais bela palavra nos lábios da humanidade. ”—Kahil Gibran
“Não há influência tão poderosa quanto a da mãe.” – Sara Josepha Hale
“Os braços de uma mãe são mais reconfortantes do que os de qualquer outra pessoa.” – Princesa Diana
“Tudo o que sou, ou espero ser, devo ao meu anjo. mãe. ”- Abraham Lincoln
“ Uma mãe é quem preenche seu coração em primeiro lugar. ”—Amy Tan
“ Mãe é uma pessoa com quem você se apressa quando está com problemas. ”- Emily Dickinson
“ O amor de uma mãe é mais bonito do que qualquer flor fresca. ”—Debasish Mridha
“ Os braços de uma mãe são feitos de ternura e as crianças dormem profundamente nelas. ”—Victor Hugo
“ Uma mãe é ela que pode tomar o lugar de todas as outras, mas cujo lugar ninguém mais pode tomar. ” – Cardinal Mermillod
“A felicidade de uma mãe é como um farol, iluminando o futuro, mas refletindo também no passado, sob o disfarce de boas lembranças.” —Honore de Balzac
“A arte de ser mãe é ensinar a arte de viver para as crianças.” —Elaine Heffner
“Nos olhos da mãe, seu sorriso, seu toque carinhoso, a criança lê a mensagem: ‘Você está aí!’” – Adrienne Rich
“Se o amor é tão doce quanto uma flor, então minha mãe é aquela doce flor de amor.” —Stevie Wonder
“As mães seguram as mãos de seus filhos por pouco tempo, mas seus corações para sempre.” —Desconhecido
“O amor de mãe é paz. Não precisa ser adquirido, não precisa ser merecido. ”—Erich Fromm
“ Ser mãe em tempo integral é um dos trabalhos assalariados mais altos, já que o pagamento é puro amor. ”—Mildred B. Vermont
“Quando você olha para sua mãe, você está olhando para o amor mais puro que você jamais conhecerá.” – Mitch Albom
“Não há como ser uma mãe perfeita e um milhão de maneiras de ser uma boa mãe.” —Jill Churchill
“ Não há veludo tão macio como o colo de uma mãe, nem uma rosa tão adorável quanto seu sorriso, nenhum caminho tão florido como aquele impresso com seus passos. ”- Archibald Thompson
“ O amor de uma mãe é tudo. É o que traz uma criança para este mundo. É o que molda todo o seu ser. Quando uma mãe vê seu filho em perigo, ela é literalmente capaz de qualquer coisa. As mães tiraram carros de seus filhos e destruíram dinastias inteiras. O amor de uma mãe é a energia mais forte conhecida pelo homem. ”—Jamie McGuire
“A mãe é revestida de força e dignidade, ri sem medo do futuro. Quando ela fala, suas palavras são sábias e ela dá instruções com bondade. ”- Provérbios
“ Maternidade: Todo amor começa e termina aí. ”—Robert Browning
“ Qualquer mãe poderia realizar os trabalhos de vários controladores de tráfego aéreo com facilidade. ”—Lisa Alther
“ Uma mãe é uma pessoa que, vendo que há apenas quatro pedaços de torta para cinco pessoas, prontamente anuncia que nunca se importou. para torta. ”—Tenneva Jordan
“ Uma onça de mãe vale uma tonelada de padre. ”- Provérbio espanhol
“ Uma mãe nos perdoa todas as nossas falhas, sem mencionar uma ou duas que nem sequer temos. ”—Robert Brault
“ No final, as mães estão sempre certas. Ninguém mais diz a verdade. ”- Randy Susan Meyers
“Deus não poderia estar em toda parte e, portanto, ele fez as mães.” – Rudyard Kipling
“Temos um segredo em nossa cultura, e não é que o parto seja doloroso. É que as mulheres são fortes. ”—Laura Stavoe Harm
“ Não é fácil ser mãe. Se fosse, os pais fariam isso. ”- The Golden Girls
“ Quando sua mãe pergunta: ‘Você quer um conselho?’ é uma mera formalidade. Não importa se você responde sim ou não. Você vai conseguir de qualquer maneira. ”- Erma Bombeck
“ A expressão ‘mãe que trabalha’ é redundante. ”—Jane Sellman
“ Eu quero que meus filhos tenham todas as coisas que eu não poderia pagar. Então, quero morar com eles. ”—Phyllis Diller
“ Qualquer mãe poderia fazer os trabalhos de vários controladores de tráfego aéreo com facilidade ”- Lisa Alther
“Se a evolução realmente funciona, por que as mães têm apenas duas mãos?” – Milton Berle
“Há apenas uma criança bonita no mundo, e toda mãe tem isso.” – Provérbio Chinês
“Mãe, eu te amo, mesmo que eu” Nunca aceitará seu pedido de amizade. ”—Desconhecido
“ O coração da mãe é o quarto da escola da criança. ”—Henry Ward Beecher
“ Para o mundo você é uma mãe, mas para sua família você é o mundo. ”—Desconhecido
“ O mais adorável obra-prima do coração de Deus é o coração de uma mãe. ”—St. Therese de Lisieux
“O amor materno é o combustível que permite que um ser humano normal faça o impossível.” – Marion C. Garretty
“Aceitação, tolerância, bravura, compaixão. Estas são as coisas que minha mãe me ensinou. ”—Lady Gaga
“Para o ouvido de uma criança, ‘mãe’ é magia em qualquer língua.” – Arlene Benedict
“Uma mãe ainda é uma mãe, a coisa mais sagrada viva.” – Samuel Taylor Coleridge
“Não consigo imaginar um heroísmo maior que a maternidade”. Conrad
“De todos os direitos das mulheres, o maior é ser mãe.” —Lin Yutang
“As mães podem olhar nos olhos de uma criança e ver o amanhã.” —Reed Markham
“Mãe — esse foi o banco onde depositamos todas as nossas dores e preocupações. ”—T. Dewitt Talmage
“Minha mãe é minha raiz, minha fundação. Ela plantou a semente na qual baseio minha vida, e essa é a crença de que a capacidade de alcançar começa em sua mente. ”—Michael Jordan
“ Ser mãe é aprender sobre pontos fortes que você não sabia que tinha. ”—Linda Wooten
“As mães possuem um poder além do de um rei em seu trono.” —Mabel Hale
“Nenhuma língua pode expressar o poder, a beleza e o heroísmo do amor de uma mãe.” —Edwin Chapin
“É uma coisa tão grandiosa ser mãe de um mãe – é por isso que o mundo chama a avó dela. ”—Desconhecido
“ A vida não vem com um manual, ele vem com uma avó. ”—Desconhecido
“ Como mães e filhas, estamos conectados uns com os outros. Minha mãe é os ossos da minha coluna, mantendo-me em linha reta e verdadeira. Ela é meu sangue, certificando-se de que ele seja rico e forte. Ela é a batida do meu coração. Não posso agora imaginar uma vida sem ela. ”—Kristin Hannah
“ Tudo o que sou, você me ajudou a ser. ”—Desconhecido
“ As avós são as pessoas que se deleitam em ouvir os bebês respirando ao telefone. ”- Desconhecido
“As avós têm poucas críticas e muito amor.” —Desconhecido
“Uma avó é um pouco pai, um professor e um pouco melhor amigo.” —Desconhecido
“As avós sempre têm tempo para conversar e fazer você se sentir especial . ”—Catherine Pulsifer
“ Vovós seguram nossas mãozinhas por apenas um pouquinho… mas nossos corações para sempre. ”—Desconhecido
“ Se nada estiver indo bem, ligue para sua avó. ”- Provérbio Italiano
“ Minha avó é meu anjo na terra. ”—Catherine Pulsifer
“ A avó sempre fazia você sentir que estava esperando para vê-la o dia todo e agora o dia estava completo. ”- Marcy DeMaree
“ Eu sei o que é ser educado com amor incondicional. Na minha vida que veio da minha avó. ”—Andre Leon Talley
“Não há lugar como o lar, exceto o da vovó.” – Desconhecido
“Apenas uma tia pode dar abraços como uma mãe, pode guardar segredos como uma irmã e compartilhar o amor como um amigo.” —Desconhecido
“Uma tia é alguém especial para se lembrar com calor. pense com orgulho e aprecie com amor. ”—Desconhecido
“ Tia: Uma amiga querida e uma animadora de torcida pessoal que sempre te verá por entre óculos cor-de-rosa. ”—Desconhecido
“ Tia; como uma mãe apenas mais legal. ”—Desconhecido
“ As melhores tias não são pais substitutos, são co-conspiradores. ”—Daryl Gregory
“ Tia – uma bênção dupla. Você ama como um pai e age como um amigo. ”—Desconhecido
“ Eu sorrio porque você é minha tia. Eu rio porque não há nada que você possa fazer sobre isso. ”—Desconhecido
“ Uma tia torna a vida um pouco mais doce. ”—Desconhecido
“Uma tia cresce mais valorizada com o passar do tempo.” —Desconhecido
“Uma tia está sempre presente para todas as vezes em que você precisa de uma segunda mãe.” —Desconhecido
“Deus não podia estar em todos os lugares, então criou tias.” —Desconhecido
“ Uma tia é um refúgio seguro para uma criança. Alguém que manterá seus segredos e está sempre do seu lado. ”—Sara Sheridan
“ A biologia é o menor do que faz de alguém uma mãe. ”—Oprah Winfrey
“ Às vezes, a força da maternidade é maior que as leis naturais. ”Barbara Kingsolver
“ Grandes irmãs são promovidas a tia. ”—Desconhecido
“ Uma mãe não é uma pessoa para se apoiar, mas uma pessoa para tornar a inclinação desnecessária. ”—Dorothy Canfield Fisher
“ Nada está realmente perdido até que sua mãe não consiga encontrá-la. ”- Desconhecido
“Mãe: um título logo acima da rainha”.
“Eu tenho muito de você em meu coração.” – John Keats
“Uma irmã mais velha é amiga e defensora – ouvinte, conspiradora, conselheira e compartilha de prazeres. E tristezas também. ”—Pam Brown
“ A melhor coisa sobre ter uma irmã é que sempre tive um amigo. ”—Cali Rae Turner
“ O tempo passa rapidamente, mas sempre dura uma coisa – o amor e o apoio encontrados em você. ”—Catherine Pulsifer
“ Suas irmãs são as únicas pessoas no mundo que sabem o que é ter sido criado do jeito que você era. ”- Betsey Cohen
“ Ter um relacionamento amoroso com uma irmã não é simplesmente ter um amigo ou um confiante – é ter uma alma gêmea para a vida. ”—Victoria Secunda
“ Uma irmã é um presente para o coração, um amigo para o espírito, um fio de ouro para o significado da vida. ”- Isadora James
“Mãe é um verbo. É algo que você faz. Não apenas quem você é. ”—Cheryl Lacey Donovan
“ Por ser você mesmo, você coloca algo maravilhoso no mundo que não existia antes. ”—Edwin Elliot
“ Você é muito mais precioso do que jóias. ”- Provérbios
“ Você é um presente de Deus um amigo com quem posso contar e um maravilhoso modelo de mãe. ”—Desconhecido
“ Haverá tantas vezes que você sente que falhou. Mas nos olhos, coração e mente do seu filho você é super mãe. ”—Stephanie Precourt
“ Não é que os diamantes sejam os melhores amigos de uma menina, mas são seus melhores amigos que são seus diamantes. ”—Gina Barreca
“ Muitas pessoas vão andar Dentro e fora de sua vida, mas apenas amigos verdadeiros deixarão pegadas em seu coração. ”—Eleanor Roosevelt
“Há amigos, há família e há amigos que se tornam família.” —Desconhecido
“O amor e a compaixão que você sempre carregou em seu coração fazem de você uma mãe maravilhosa e uma amiga querida.” —Desconhecido
“Não é o que temos na vida, mas quem nós temos na vida que importa”—Desconhecido
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#Eliot sweetie you're not fooling anyone #with the grumpy act #you are so happy imagining this nice quiet retirement #running Hardison's restaurant #that restaurant was his and Parker's gift to you and you know it via renew-leverage
#lmao yeah like#i dont doubt eliot at a few points during his life imagined settlign down and opening his own restaurant#something small and cozy that only locals know about but they tell tourists its the best food at reasonable prices because lets be real#with all his jobs eliots got enough money for early retirement so his restaurant going out of business is not a concern#but then leverage happens and then hardison buys a pub and at this point the ot3 isnt quite official yet like#no ones said anything but its kind of unspoken that theyre all together#and eliots having the time of his life designing a menu and cooking and letting hardison deal with the money and technical things because#he wasnt looking forward to that anyways its not his expertise#and its what he wants maybe not exactly what he pictured but when has life worked out exactly as planned?#but anytime someone tries to point out that he loves this job or anything he tries the grumpy act like he's fooling someone#into believing that he really actually hates running a pub#and hardisons pub for that matter like he wouldnt do anything for hardison or parker via cheshasleverage
#the fucking HOOPS this boy is intentionally jumping through#to fucking AVOID the clear and obvious conclusion#that hardison has fucking cared enough about him to hand himt he future he's always wanted on a silver fucking platter#because he lo-#he LOV-#[GUNSHOTS]#<- prev tags#ur so right#hardison is a caretaker and he shows his love by giving the people arojnd them what they love#while eliot it a protector#god love that for them#eliot keeps hardison safe and hardison makes sure eliot is comfortable#balance via therandomfandomme
#we love eliot pretendingto be grumpy about this#'guess i'm gonna spend the rest of my life with hardison and parker 😠 they forced me into it 😠'#Leverage#Eliot Spencer#hitter hacker thief via redgoldblue
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#leverage#eliot spencer#'I'm going to get my happy semi-retirement and I have absolutely no choice in the matter' mmhm sure#honey you're writing your own retirement au#eliot: im gonna get stuck* running hardison's restaurant#*(nobody asked him to)#I'm glad we're all on the same page for this
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Leverage 2x02
This show is so good why did it take me so long to come back T^T
Tap-Out Job they say… wonder if that’s bdsm or boxing. ELIOT EPISODE???👀👀👀👀please 🙏 please be an Eliot episode
ooooh Nebraska
IT IS BOXING
idk shit about boxing but my guess is that there’s steroids involved
Oh he looks drugged
Yikes
He’s fine
Maybe dead
Probably dead
God this intro 😂 so cheesy I love it
Oh so he’s still alive
Hmmmmm plant closed, Rucker something…..dots connecting
Ok so Rucker is a big deal wrestling ceo? He want a monopoly
Awww Eliot geeking out over boxing 🥺🥺🥺 he better play. I want him to. For reasons
He’s been teaching Parker 🥺
Rip Hardinson
“Pilates or yoga?” Nate is so good at playing the ditzy asshole. Like he already is an asshole so it’s fun to see him play it up for cons
Hardinson talking about his special golf balls is so sweet but I have no idea what some of the words he is saying means but please keep talking sweetie
Rucker talking all polite but oh you can feel the anger in it 😂😂😂
ELIOT
YESSSSSSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSS
Jesus Christ what the fuck Rucker
YEAH ELIOT FUCK THEM UP
Parker’s little disguise 😂😂😂
Sophie :( chicken fried steak is good
“I can see you’ve had some training.” “…..some.” yeah some is right
That’s a nice headshot, Sophie
Awwww Eliot 🥺 he needs to stop acting all soft and nervous I wanna squish him
ELIOT EPISODE! ELIOT EPISODE! ELIOT EPISODE!
Sophie >:( pork rinds are good
ELIOT MY BELOVED!!!! He needs to stop being so sweet 🥺 Hardinson watch out
“White people doing white people things” 💀💀💀
Ok and how are they gonna steal a concert 🤨
Jesus, dude can’t you be nice :(
HEEHAW??????
Hardinson needing to check his name tag 💀💀💀
is that how tv works???? <- genuine question
JIMMY YOU SNITCH
JENNY YOU SNITCH
ah shit
Tank, aka the dude who almost killed Mark. hmmmmm ‘spicious
oh come on, Rucker, playing your cards so soon??? you are going to let the con men know you know???? rookie mistake
Ok wait were they actually going to hurt Sophie >:(((((
Ugh Nate stop doing that!!! You didn’t have to let them know about Parker or Hardinson (BUT HE DOES IT BECAUSE HE CARES AND I KNOW THAT BUT NATE!!!!!)
Rucker really wants Eliot lmao
Rucker >:(
Yessssss I believe in you Eliot (<- just wants to see him fight)
Ok uh, Eliot, I don’t trust this gym
“I can take the punishment. It’s what I do.” Eliot what the fuck does that mean?????
I swear if they try to drug Eliot
BET IT ALL????? RUCKER????
Rucker that doesn’t sound legal
IF HIS WATER IS DRUGGED IMMA CRY
man I’m stressed
I want Eliot to win actually
HE IS BLEEDING
NOOOOOOOOOO
I FUCKINH KNEW IT
is Tank dead?????
OH SHIT
ELIOT NO
NOOOOOOOOOOO HE IS SO SAD
of course he’s running lol
Ok but what if Tank isn’t dead and this was all a ploy
IS IT??????
I fucking knew it
PARKER
AND A SAX???????
I fucking knew the bet was through Hardinson!!!!!!
“Where’s your cousin Jinny now?” I LOVE HIM
AWWWWWWWWW happy ending 🥺🥺🥺🥺
YAY SHE LIKES PORK RINDS
General thoughts
ELIOT EPISODE!!!!!! It’s kind of sweet how we sort of know when each episode will focus on each character. Like Eliot is when they go rural, and Nate is if there are children. So I can now check off boxer after horse girl with Eliot ✅ and it’s interesting how can still see a strain on Sophie and Eliot’s dynamic but this time doesn’t have to do with betrayal but just understanding now.
And ough the way Eliot plays the skittish dude who works under Nate out of debt for the com was just *chef’s kiss* I would have fallen for that persona instantly if he played THAG on me. The way this team would have conned me so bad if I was their target lol
But yeah, this episode was so fun and I can’t believe I was fooled into the “Eliot got drugged” scene because these guys are smart!!!!! They would know he would play this and they just pretended like Rucker fooled them and AGHHHHH 🤧 lmao on to next episode
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had any significant leverage thoughts in the last few months?
omg i’m so glad you asked. recently i have been thinking about the absolute chaos that would ensue if the team were ever to play a dungeons and dragons campaign.
it would start as an exercise in practicing taking other roles. like, nate is dming - the control freak wouldn’t allow anyone else do it - and he also doesn’t let anyone play to type when they choose their classes.
so hardison ends up a paladin (he loves being ostentatious and special), sophie is a ranger (she had to be begged to participate in the first place & they had to compromise when she wasn’t allowed to be a rogue), parker is a barbarian (if she can’t be sneaky she’s gonna hack and slash her way through), and eliot is a cleric because secretly the idea of being what keeps his party safe and healthy and happy is much more appealing to him than fighting. ANYWAY.
all of this is to say that the campaign would go off the rails instantly. parker is playing chaotic neutral a little too well and finds any excuse to go into a rage and start biting people. hardison is hopping up on every tavern soapbox he can find and pissing off the locals by proselytizing his patron god & using old timey speak that nate explicitly tried to outlaw in session zero. sophie begins by not wanting to participate at all until she accidentally assassinates an NPC that was supposed to be relevant and throws nate’s plans down the toilet, at which point she begins to enjoy herself and get into her character. eliot gets very precious about his spell slots because they started at first level and he’s not WASTING one because hardison picked a fight he couldn’t FINISH, okay.
also hardison’s character gets a crush on eliot’s character that makes eliot blush in real life :)
parker does not care about in-game romance or roleplay. she’s there to smash heads and rack up XP.
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It is the 13th of January in Japan, which means it’s @ameliajessica’s birthday, even if it’s still the 12th here! Happy Birthday, Mel!
As a little gift in honor of the occasion, I am sharing a snippet of a fic I have been tossing around for awhile now and I really do hope to finish, because I find the premise hilarious. Here’s to hoping this will encourage me to do something more with it!
So Mel, even if you don’t like birthdays, I hope you like this! Love you!
“I need you to help me figure out what to wear on my date with Alice,” Quentin says, rushing into Eliot’s room without knocking.
Eliot could have been in the middle of doing something, or someone, but he had just been lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about Quentin, actually. Embarrassing, and not something he’ll ever confess. But it’s not like he was pining. He was strategizing. He had called dibs after all, and as Bambi kept pointing out, “you can’t just call dibs and then do fuck all about it for months, you absolute cocksock.” Anyway, Quentin was a delicate proposition and Eliot was determined not to scare him off.
“Well, hello to you too,” Eliot says, rolling over to his side and propping his head up on his elbow. “Come here often?”
Quentin rolls his eyes, impatient, but he laughs a little too, and as always, seeing him smile makes Eliot irrationally happy and weirdly proud? Which is possibly weird. It is, definitely. But Quentin doesn’t smile enough, and ugh, god help him, Eliot loves to see it. Quentin has a nice smile, which is really not surprising. Quentin has a nice everything.
“So, are you gonna help me or not?” Quentin is saying, while Eliot is distracted thinking about all the nice parts of Quentin. Shit. Focus.
So, Quentin has a date. With...Alice. Right, the nerdy blonde with the fantastic rack who’s smarter than everyone and looks kind of mean. Well, Eliot can’t say he’s surprised that’s Quentin’s type.
“Of course I’ll help you, Q,” Eliot rolls off the bed and walks over to wrap his arm around Q’s shoulders and leads him out the door. “What kind of look are we going for? Like, playing it coy, or like you’re gonna put out on the first date. Or a little of both, keep ‘em guessing?”
The way Quentin predictably flushes and twitches under the weight of Eliot’s arm, just a little, is just so...rewarding. It’s better than a drug, like getting an injection of adrenaline straight to his veins.
But because Quentin is always surprising too, and braver than Eliot remembers to give him credit for, he straightens his shoulders and says, “Um, a little of both, I guess?”
Eliot definitely does not stumble a little over nothing as they head down the hall towards Quentin’s room.
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“So you’re not upset Alice beat you to the draw, huh?” Margo asks, as Eliot hands her a drink later that night.
Eliot sighs. “It’s not ideal, but let’s be real. There’s no way that’s going to last longer than a few weeks at most. I don’t think he has any idea what to do with a girl like her.”
Margo makes a humming noise. “Well, I sure know what I would do with a girl like her.”
“Well, we can’t all be you, Bambi,” Eliot says, raising his glass in acknowledgement. “I’m sure once the little nerds give it the old college try and get it out of their systems, you’ll have your chance. And so will I.”
Margo clinks her glass against his. “I’ll drink to that.”
They’re a few drinks in, planning idly for this year’s Ibiza trip, when the woman of the hour makes her way downstairs.
Alice is...not dressed for a date. In fact, Eliot thinks it’s the first time he’s seen her without her fussy cardigan and skirt combination the entire time she’s been at Brakebills. Tonight, she’s wearing an oversized hoodie and pajama pants with little sheep on them. Cute.
“Uh, did you guys decide to stay in for a movie night, or something?” Eliot asks as she makes her way towards him. Not that Eliot cares what they do. He doesn’t. It’s just, he had spent a not insignificant amount of time helping Quentin pick the perfect outfit, and if they’re not even going out, then what was the point. It’s the principle of the thing, that’s all.
Alice furrows her brow.
“Sorry?” she says, always so polite and proper.
“Are you and Q still going out? That’s tonight, right?” is Eliot’s response, as if he doesn’t know for sure. He doesn’t want to appear over-invested, though. He isn’t. He is invested a normal amount.
“Me and...Q?” Alice asks, apparently bewildered. “As in Quentin?”
“Yes, as in Quentin,” Eliot replies, feeling equally bewildered. As if he could have been referring to anyone else.
Margo is watching the interaction like a tennis match, looking back and forth between Eliot and Alice with amusement.
Alice clears her throat and crosses her arms. “Um, I think there’s been some kind of...mix-up, or misunderstanding. Quentin and I aren’t going out tonight.”
“Oh. Did you reschedule?” Eliot can’t help but asking. He can feel Margo’s eyes on him and knows she’s nobly refraining from laughing at his expense.
Alice tilts her head, like he’s piqued her curiosity and she wants to put him under a microscope and do an experiment on him.
“No. Quentin’s never asked me out. I don’t know what you heard, but we definitely do not have a date tonight, or any night.”
Margo lets out a low chuckle over the rim of her glass, and Eliot. He’s not sure what he’s doing.
While Eliot’s still trying to figure out what he’s doing, and Margo is laughing at him, and Alice appears lightly amused, there’s a knock at the front door of the cottage and Quentin is flying down the stairs saying “shit, shit, okay, it’s fine,” to no one in particular.
They’re all still standing there when Quentin opens the door after a brief moment of adjusting his collar and smoothing his hair.
It’s...some guy? Eliot doesn’t really know him, but he sort of recognizes him from around campus. He's a Naturalist, his name is like, Alan, maybe? He must be here to see if there’s a party going on, which there usually is by now on Friday nights, and if there isn’t yet, there’s still time to get one going.
Margo lets out a snort of laughter into her drink and Eliot looks at her, confused.
“Hi,” Quentin is saying, brightly, and the guy is saying hi back, and they know each other, apparently.
Margo is giving him a significant look, and when Eliot just shrugs and shakes his head, she rolls her eyes.
“Hey Q, who’s your friend?” she calls over, and Quentin jumps in surprise, like he didn’t see them all standing there until just then.
“Oh,” Quentin says, his cheeks pink and his eyes bright. “Um, this is Alex?”
He says it almost like a question, and Eliot hears a small laugh and turns to see Alice covering her mouth with her hand.
“Okay,” she says, quietly, behind her hand, pitched so only Eliot can hear her. “I think I understand what happened now.”
And. Oh.
“Well hello, Alex,” Margo says, with emphasis. Yeah, Bambi, we’re all caught up to the horror show now, Eliot thinks.
“Sorry, Quentin seems to have forgotten his manners. I’m Margo, and this is Eliot and Alice.”
“Nice to meet you guys,” says Alex, who is a guy. And Quentin’s date. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Alice gives a little wave.
Margo gives him the once over and then smiles in approval, which okay, sure; he is objectively good looking, if you like tall guys with blond hair, which Eliot can’t say he has an objection to in general. Apparently, neither does Quentin, says a voice in his head that sounds just like Margo, and one Eliot does not appreciate.
“No offense Alex, but we’ve heard absolutely nothing about you. I think our little Q here was trying to keep you a secret,” Margo says cheerfully. She’s clearly loving every minute of this.
“I wasn’t,” Quentin objects, looking up at Alex with wide eyes like he’s really worried Alex is offended, “I did mention us studying in the library a few times, I think?”
Eliot thinks back on the times he’d heard Q mention that he had been “in the library with Alice” and can only now assume that at least some of those times, Q had, in fact, been in the library with Alex. Jesus. Q had probably wondered why Eliot had never inquired about who the fuck Alex was, but then again, Eliot did have a reputation for knowing anyone and everyone on campus already. So really, the fact that Eliot didn’t know who this Alex was said something, didn’t it?
What is this comedy of errors bullshit? Eliot was a theater kid in high school, so he’s seen plenty of convoluted plotting in his life, but this is just unreal.
“But um, I just didn’t really go into much detail,” Quentin continues, looking nervous, “because I didn’t want to jinx it, I guess.”
Unfortunately, Eliot finds this devastatingly cute. Also unfortunately, Alex seems to find it cute as well, and he and Quentin smile at each other a little bit in that “we just admitted we like each other and it’s new and exciting” way, and then decide they should head out.
Margo is making thumbs up and the “okay” gesture at Q behind Alex’s back and mouthing nice, and Q is grinning in a “aw shucks” embarrassed way, and Eliot is suddenly realizing that he helped Quentin get dressed for a date with some hot guy and as a result he looks absolutely irresistible to guys who are into guys who look like Quentin, speaking as one himself.
This is a totally different scenario than a date with Alice, who is giving him a scarily shrewd look as she heads to the kitchen, which is presumably where she’d been going before she’d been waylaid by meeting Alex.
“Shit, go after him, tell him there’s an emergency and he has to come back,” Eliot hisses at Margo as the door swings shut.
Margo gives him a look that tells Eliot she will not be going after anyone.
“Yeah? And what’s the supposed emergency?”
“The emergency,” Eliot does not shriek, but his voice is a little higher-pitched than he’d like, “Is that I dressed him to get laid and now he’s going to actually hook up with some discount Hemsworth-brother type and not just like, awkwardly do hand stuff with Alice.”
Eliot had picked out a sweater over a button-up shirt for Quentin to wear, along with some jeans that actually fit right. Quentin had been hiding these jeans in his drawer for some reason, shoved at the back, like he was afraid to let everyone know that he has an amazing ass. He looked sweet and kind of secretly slutty in a naughty school-boy way.
Eliot is so stupid.
“Well shit, El, in hindsight, assuming Q was a straight boy who’s scared of dick was pretty stupid,” Margo says dryly, like she’s reading his mind. “Although I’m a little surprised, too. Like, our little Quentin is just out there secretly pulling hot dudes in between classes and, I’m assuming, jerking off to Fillory porn? I mean, good for him. I guess it’s that ‘corruptible virgin’ energy he gives off.”
Eliot, who is himself incredibly susceptible to Quentin’s “corruptible virgin energy,” if that’s what they’re calling it now, knows he only has himself to blame for this.
“Well,” he sighs, “I guess I’ll just have to spice up my strategy.”
Margo must recognize the look on his face as something close to dramatic, because she says with some intensity, “El, please, I’m begging you, just don’t do anything stupid or fucking embarrassing, okay?”
“Of course I won’t, Bambi,” Eliot promises.
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Secret Lives by EliotQueliot
Tags: The Magicians (TV), Queliot. Quentin Coldwater/Eliot Waugh. Implied/Referenced Child Abuse. Past child abuse. Referenced bullying. Depression. Brakebills (The Magicians). Alternate Universe-Canon Divergence.
For May 22, Superheroes and Supervillains, May Trope Mayhem, Duck Prints Press, @duckprintspressss
Note: The work pasted below is under 1k. But there's going to be one more chapter. Also on AO3:
One: Quentin
Eliot Waugh clearly had a secret life.
Quentin Coldwater tried not to pry.
He knew people usually kept secrets for a reason, and Eliot, having grown up bullied for being gay in a backwater farming town, no doubt had more reasons than most. Honestly, Eliot did open up with him in some surprising ways that made Quentin feel included, and sometimes even wonder if the heavy crush that engulfed him, from the moment he saw the man draped on the Brakebills sign, might be returned.
But Quentin had secrets of his own. Ones he seriously needed to keep hidden.
He couldn’t let Brakebills continue to bully talented young magicians like his friend Julia, dangling their offers of magical pedagogy only to rescind them so unfairly that it scarred their minds and hearts, sending them down self-destructive paths.
He knew what that was like. In addition to the hopelessness he’d felt before learning magic was real, he’d seen what the loss of magic did to those who relied on it—like the entire magical land of Fillory, about which Eliot cared so much he’d laid down his life like an ancient sacrificial king. Though in High King Eliot’s case, this meant marriage to a woman, it was no less a sacrifice, no less painful.
So Quentin’s first act of magical sabotage had been to free Eliot from that imprisonment. Secretly, Quentin cut Eliot’s ties to Fillory, sending him home to Earth so abruptly that Eliot would believe the very gods of Fillory had relinquished their claims on him forever.
Eliot was hurt at first, believing he’d been rejected, which made Quentin’s heart ache. After his shitty, abusive family who’d never loved him, that was the last thing Eliot needed. So Quentin quickly manufactured evidence that a grateful Fillory sent Eliot home as his reward for helping them so well and caring so much.
Which was true in any case.
Gradually Quentin saw the light return to Eliot’s worried hazel eyes, the color fill his too-gaunt, chiseled cheeks. The fact that his severed state marriage meant he was free to return Quentin’s affections if he chose was certainly a nice bonus.
Quentin’s second act of magical sabotage had been to partner up with Julia to help hedge witches get a better education, sneaking all that he learned to Julia. Together, they took Julia’s students to prowl the night city, giving them the chance to hone their spells by helping to undercut tyranny and stop bullies wherever they found them.
Due to his penchant for defying authority—be it gods or Brakebills—Quentin knew some might call him a supervillain.
But heroes were those who used their powers for good, to stand up for those who could not help themselves.
He hoped that one day, if he ever found out, Eliot would be proud of him.
Two: Eliot
Quentin Coldwater clearly had a secret life.
Eliot Waugh didn’t want to ruin that for him.
From the first, he’d seen how much magic meant to Quentin—more than most magicians. For Eliot, it had been both a curse and a blessing, changing his life in terrible and wonderful ways. For Quentin, magic was just that: pure magic. He believed with the heart of a child desperate for something good.
And Eliot wanted that for him—just as much as he feared Quentin would crash and burn when he found out magic was not all it seemed.
For Quentin—whose heart was so big, whose brain betrayed him sometimes—Eliot wanted a life filled with hope and beauty. Not just because Eliot loved him. Because Quentin was good and true and deserved happiness, plain and simple.
Not that he was going to get any, chained to Brakebills and their self-serving mission of pouring every magician into the same old cupcake tins. Ignoring the way some people, such as Quentin, or even Eliot himself, were never going to fit, and never should.
Telling people they were defined by one talent and forcing them to betray their true selves was the fastest way to sabotage happiness. And Eliot was not about to watch it happen to Quentin. Or any of the other young magicians assigned to the Physical Kids Cottage and thus placed under Eliot’s—and Margo’s—particular protection.
No, he would do what he could to see that this cohort had their chance to be regal miscreants. As the Party King and Queen of Brakebills, BFFs Eliot and Margo wielded every opportunity to encourage them to magically misbehave in the very best “getting to know myself” fashion.
Eliot truly hoped Quentin would break free from his shell. That he hadn’t been permanently harmed by the continuing threat of having his memory wiped if he flunked out of school; by the dean’s taking away his meds with the statement that Q’s depression had only been the frustration of a life without magic (cruelly implying that any further depression would amount to ingratitude); or with their rude and grossly inaccurate categorization of Quentin’s amazing talent for healing broken things as a “minor” skill.
The latter had sent Q into a depressive spiral—which was when Eliot first learned they’d taken Q’s meds, a problem that he and Margo solved at once. Eliot dropped everything and devoted himself to Quentin for as long as Q needed to pull himself out of it. Because Q was strong and brave. And Eliot couldn’t live without him.
A visit to the haunted home of Quentin’s favorite writer suggested a second mission. Like Eliot in his original family, ghost children got a strikingly raw deal. Should they suffer for eternity for the wrongs adults had done to them?
Especially when all they needed to resolve their shit and move on—was a living magician enacting their revenge?
Eliot was made for this. Operating by night when ghosts were strongest, he called himself a supervillain.
But he suspected that if anyone knew—Quentin, for one, might try to convince him otherwise.
#may trope mayhem#duck prints press#eliot waugh#quentin coldwater#quentin x eliot#queliot#the magicians#queliot fanfic
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