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Unpretty women were so much easier to deal with in some ways—you didn’t have to face the pain of their probable unattainability.
Okay Q. Dont be a incel.
trying not to look down her blouse.
Q, for fucks sake.
He took a long pent-up acid-yellow piss in the shower and watched it spiral down the drain.
GIRL, what?
He almost felt like he was betraying Julia. But what did he owe her? It’s not like she even would have cared. And Professor Sunderland was here. He wanted somebody who was part of his new world. Julia had her chance.
Homeboy, that’s your teacher. And Julia owes you nothing. Maybe your magic would improve if you got your head out of the puss and into some books.
He recognized the irritable, unpleasant, unhappy person he was becoming: he looked strangely like the Quentin he thought he’d left behind in Brooklyn.
I think you’re just depressed my guy.
It occurred to him, long after it should have, that he wasn’t the only person here who had problems and felt like an outsider.
Glad you finally figured out you’re not the only person alive with problems of their own.
She was a person with her own hopes and feelings and history and nightmares.
Q, seriously? 😒
Why did they always have to go home afterward? He was a hero in Fillory and nothing at home.
Quit projecting.
“It’s the gimp,” Quentin said.
Rude.
It was dawning on him that he knew something Quentin didn’t.
Oh, really? What gave it away?
As he got closer he took an extra little skip step, cocked his arm back, and punched Quentin in the face.
He probably deserved it
His crush on her had faded to a faint but still pathetic echo of its former self, to the point where he could almost look at her and not want to fill his hands with her hair.
Q, stop. For fucks sake.
Unladylike half-moons of sweat bloomed under the arms of her blouse.
Oh no, a woman has a perfectly normal bodily function. Get fucked Q.
They were kneeling face-to-face, and he was suddenly aware of her full breasts inside her thin, high-necked blouse.
Do you only see women as objects? Lord have mercy.
The movement reminded Quentin of nothing more than a woman unhooking her bra.
I'm begging you to stop sexualizing everything.
Quentin would have run back to where Amanda Orloff was sitting and kissed her on her broad, unmoisturized forehead.
Out of pocket.
Instead he settled for blowing her a kiss when March wasn’t looking.
Quit being creepy, Q. Damn.
Sometimes she looked so beautiful he couldn’t
believe she had anything to do with him. He could barely believe she existed at all.
Period.
there are skid marks on my toga,
Maybe, idk, wipe your ass? Even the romans washed their asses after they shit.
“the Ink Chink”
Uh, the what now?
but if he was honest with himself Quentin had known for at least twenty minutes, even as they were wrestling Eliot down the hall, that he was going to take Janet’s dress off as soon as he had half a chance.
Kinda fucked Q. Did you forget about Alice again?
Quentin became aware of Alice sitting at the foot of the bed, just her back, facing away from where he and Janet and Eliot lay, resting her chin in her hands.
Caught red handed.
They were all going to make scrambled eggs and talk about how hungover they were and drink mimosas and Bloody Marys with extra Tabasco and black pepper and act like nothing was wrong, as if Quentin hadn’t just broken Alice’s heart for no better reason than that he was drunk and felt like it.
Real stand up guy you are, Q.
“Quentin,” she said, “you have always been the most unbelievable pussy.”
She was a vampire, he thought. She preyed on other people’s healthy love and made it sick and crippled.
Dont blame this all on her. It takes two to tango.
Watching them work, Quentin was consumed with jealousy. Thank God it was Penny—anybody else and he would have been seriously suspicious.
Oh my god get over yourself Q.
Fillory had better give him something to fight soon or he was going to lose it completely.
Chill out homie. You're embarrassing.
What, was she going to fuck him now? Quentin thought.
You are such a baby. Get over yourself.
She had died for him, for all of them, and she was never coming back.
And you didnt deserve that from her. You were horrible to her.
Alice had come because of him, to take care of him. But he hadn’t taken care of her.
