the magicians – Page 10 – theluminouscosmos

Watercolors. Without me, they’re adrift.

Eliot, The Magicians (via genotypicallyrecessive)

itsrudytoo:

Crazy Eliot | The World in the Walls (S01E04)

itsrudytoo:

Eliot Waugh | The World in the Walls (S01E04)

corkwoood:

#important stuff here

brakebillskids:

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ewaughs:

~~I’m not sorry~~

ewaughs:

Quentin/Eliot (touching) // The World in the Walls

brakebillskids:

“you racist mother[fucker]”

Jane: Well, I can finally reach you again. But that’s never been the problem, has it? My reaching you.
Quentin: Will you please just for once — no more riddles. Okay, just tell me what to do.
Jane: Doesn’t matter what anyone tells you. You make the web you’re in. You’re the spider and the fly. Just like…
Jane: *looks to the “Madness Maker” who is now standing beside them* You sure you want to play?
Quentin: No, I’m not sure of anything. Except, I’m tired. So tired.
Jane: Of?
Quentin: Fighting all the time? Becoming something that I actually want to be and then realizing that I… am nothing?
Jane: So you made the hospital, conjured that terrible thing you never did to your father. Of course you’re exhausted. Think you can hide from it all forever in this lovely quiet blank void? But you also built a way out, otherwise, why are he and I here?
Quentin: *peers down at the taped up pieces of paper from his favorite childhood novels and begins to read* “The Madness Maker didn’t play for the joy of winning, just the fear of losing. The real curse was he only played when he could win, which cut him off from the surprise, horror, sadness, and wonder of life. Jane saw only one way out for him. Stop playing. Start living.”