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SO WHO'S EXCITED FOR MAGISTERIUM DAY 2K17 2.0?

LET'S GET PEOPLE PUMPED! DOES SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 16, SOUND GOOD? 😊😂😎

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Magisterium Playlist

Just go listen to these songs- if you like angst...(I do too). Couldn't find any songs about double denim, though. (That's probably a good thing) I think I'll just smush the songs in based on artist.

See You Again- Charlie Puth & Wiz Khalifa- geez this song is sad. Go listen to both versions, with and without the rapping.

One Call Away- Charlie Puth- Okay I had to put this one on here, if only because of the pun. No apologies.

Demons- Imagine Dragons- I swear, this is Call's theme song. I counted the lyrics a few years back to see how many of them could DIRECTLY RELATE to Call and his soul, and I think I got like 24/45 correlated lyrics. This was before our Golden Boy took a nap, too. I don't even want to know what the count is now.

Dream- Imagine Dragons- This song is nearly as angsty as Demons. good shit

Radioactive- Imagine Dragons- Again, the angst.

Locked Away- R. City- Nothing like those Panopticon vibes, eh?

Control- Halsey- Dam this is a good song. Perfect for Call. "And all the kids cried out, please stop you're scaring me, I can't help this awful energy, Goddamn right you should be scared of me, who is in control?"

Gasoline- Halsey- Really good song. I feel like for half of these songs my only justification for putting them on there is that they are full of angst- but? they are? and it's? awesome?

Ghost- Halsey- One of the lyrics is literally "what happened to the soul that you used to be?"

Goner -twenty one pilots- Sad and angsty...

Tear In My Heart- tøp- Cute little love story, and I can't help but wish Magisterium was like this

Doubt -tøp- Call and his inferiority complex, anyone?

Heavydirtysoul -tøp- "Can you save, can you save my heavydirtysoul?" Taps into those Enemy of Death vibes

Not Today - tøp- Is literally the song equivalent of

Call: NOPE. NOT GONNA DEAL WITH ME BEING THE ENEMY RIGHT NOW. IMMA WALK THROUGH THE GATE. I DON'T CARE. NOT TODAY.

The Judge -tøp- If the tsm snippet hadn't come out, this is how I might've imagined Call's Panopticon trial going. (Don't miss the "Josh Dun!" at the end of the song)

Car Radio -tøp- jeez I have a lot of tøp songs!!! but!! that's!!! because!!! they're!! worth!!! it!!! This song is kind of up there with Goner. Good. Really good.

Ode To Sleep- tøp- angsty sad Call. What else do I need to say

For the last tøp song, I present -Holding On To You- LOVE this song! I guess it's in the 'happy aftermath when Aaron is alive and jascalronmara are all hugging and holding on to each other and I'm so excited because I'm positive that will happen' category

Lean On- Major Lazer- The sort of badass song I have a feeling Tamara's the star of

Girls Like Girls- Hayley Kiyoko- gimme all the adorable telia 😊!!!! all of it!!! (Don't forget to watch the music video, it's the Best™)

Pompeii- Bastille- post-apocalyptic Call-Becomes-The-Enemy-Of-Death-And-Everything-Is-Pain masterpiece

Thinking Out Loud- Ed Sheeran- cuuute calron. Cuuuute 😊

All Of Me- John Legend- 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Safe And Sound- Capital Cities- Man I wish Call and Aaron could be safe and sound. But when they will be, well... 😄

Wolf In Sheep's Clothing- Set It Off- Now back to your regularly scheduled angst... It reminds me of Alex's reveal and Aaron's little nap

Duality- Set It Off- CALL BECOMING CONSTANTINE. Literally says " I am solace. I am chaos," at one point . Shoutout to the anon who introduced me to it!

Am I Wrong- Nico & Vinz- "If I am wrong I don't want to be right."

Feels- Kiiara- I originally listened to this song when Gold was big and I saw the song title and was like: yes. I have feels too.

Crazy=Genius- Panic! At The Disco- god I love panic. This is like the crazy side of Call- the mole rat loving, chaos-ridden conga-line dancing, Commander Pinhead side...

House Of Memories- Panic!- Here's to hoping Call doesn't get his memories of Constantine back

Golden Days- Panic!- Golden days with an alive Golden Boy :)

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Magisterium Questions

Questions by @agarotado27dejunho

Who’s your fav. character?

Either Call or Tamara. Surprising, right?

Who’s the character you hate the most?

ALEX STRIKE NEEDS TO BE STRUCK DOWN AND BURN IN HELL.

What’s your favorite book?

The Copper Gauntlet. Just because that was the first book I was really getting online for, and was excited about waiting for with an online presence. (I was on the wiki lol) Also because it's the last book before the Big Decline.

Favorite book cover?

I like all the American covers, especially for tcg and tit, but the Italian covers (with the faces pointed towards the coloured light) are really beautiful as well. I'm not a big fan of the British ones, (or for heroes of olympus either, what's wrong with you brits, tbh from what I've seen of the pjo covers they're hideous sorry)

Favorite plot twist?

Boiiii I didn't see anything coming. I love the Call-is-Constantine. Classic.

Fav. scene?

Aaron: Why do you have to be such a jerk?

Call: Because you never are. I have to be a jerk for both of us.

If you could change one thing about the books, what would it be?

Better world-building and plot planning all the way. If CC and HB had gotten that down from the start, none of the other problems we're having would have happened. Plus it's always wonderful to be submerged into a lovely world, instead of being pushed into the pool halfway and being forced to come back out into the cold air.

Expectation for the Silver Mask

I GOT SPOILED LAST NIGHT SCROLLING THROUGH THE MAGISTERIUM TAG AND I THINK IM ABOUT TO CRY. I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT MORE THAN I HAVE TO AND IF YOU ASK ME WHAT I SAW I!!! WON'T!!! TELL!!! YOU!!!! BECAUSE THAT WILL MAKE IT REAL

Biggest disappointment:

The lack of world-building and lack of things resonating with the characters. Also! If Cassandra Clare can write 700 page Lord Of Shadows BY HERSELF, then she can beat the 300 limit while working WITH Holly for Magisterium.

Fav ship?

Calron ALL THE WAY.

Barring that, Jascalronmara. Barring that, winterhunt.

Notp?

Callia.

What’s the craziest wish you have for the rest of the series?

All the questions we have are answered, plot ends get wrapped up, and Aaron gets resurrected and goes to live with Call at the Collegium and they all finish college and are happy. (None of this is likely going to happen. I know that I'm insane. Deal.)

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GUYS I LOVE THE IRON SHIP OR WHATEVER WE WANT TO CALL IT BUT CAN I INTRODUCE YOU TO THE IRON SHIP 2.0 :

Jascalronmara

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Hi I know you're probably busy with life, school, magisteriumday and all (thanks so much for that btw) but I was wondering if you could maybe write something about the squad going to see Hamilton. If you ever have the time to do so of course. Thanks for existing and making the fandom less tiny and more awesome

I know you sent this to me weeks ago, but I was struck by inspiration last night and I really hope you like it! 😊 It's jascalronmara where everyone is alive and happy and at college and it's also on ao3 under the same title! Is It A Question Of If, Sir, Or All Of Them? "I want to see Hamilton."

"What?" Call choked, craning his neck around Jasper's hair from where he was sitting on his lap to give Aaron an are you serious right now? look. "The three of us are literally cuddling on the couch right now, and Tamara's gonna come back to our room in a few minutes, and we're all around just having a great time, and you want to bring up some dead white asshole?"

"I want to see Hamilton," Aaron repeated stubbornly. "It looks really good, and they're performing in D.C. right now, and that's not far from the Collegium, and I think you'd like it."

"Besides, the guy who wrote it, directs it, and plays Alexander Hamilton is Lin-Manuel Miranda, and he did Moana, and you can't even deny that you love that movie," Jasper interjected.

Call gasped. "Traitor!"

"Because you know I'm right." The worst part? Jasper was right. Call had insisted on Moana for Polysquad Movie Night on the magic-powered laptop (optimal for cuddling) in their Collegium quad more times then anyone could care to remember. Call certainly didn't care to recall just then, especially as Jasper's smirk rose on his face (the one Call not-so-secretly adored), and so he decided to go mysteriously deaf for a while. "At any rate, the original cast from Broadway got back together-" Aaron began.

"-and we got tickets for four, with our own box, and they have just been confirmed and billed to my trust fund, so, face it, Call, we're going," Tamara announced as she marched into their room like a beautiful badass, set her equal parts shopping and studying by the door, slipped off her Adidas, took her Ray-Bans off, and plopped onto their couch next to Aaron, who gave her a quick kiss.

"Bam!" muttered Jasper, from where he was sitting underneath Call, who was wiggling and protesting at the idea of seeing Hamilton . "That's how you do it, Queen Tam! Outgunned, outmanned-"

"-Outnumbered, outplanned! We gotta make an all-out stand! I'm a' need a right hand man!" Aaron and Tamara jumped in. "What the hell." Call stared at the three of them. "You guys are so weird."

"And that's why you love us," Aaron's entire face was lit up by his smile, as his green eyes laughed happily and his hair was mussed up by the couch. Call swallowed, suddenly aware of the fact that maybe that was a small reason why he loved his signifs and they loved him, but a much more important one was Aaron's smile, or Jasper's thoughtful brown eyes, or Tamara's beautifully perfect hair and eyebrows, and suddenly aware that of course, there was no way he could say no to them when Jasper, Tamara, and Aaron were so beautiful, so cute, and so adorably excited about Hamilton. ~~~~~~~~

Call was plunged into a world of rapping Revolutionaries, "dun dun nun dun dun, dun ni na," and " pardon me, are you Call, y'all?" in a matter of minutes. During the drive to D.C., Tamara took shotgun while Aaron drove, for the most part, and she had The Hamilton Mixtape on continual replay, because "sorry, I don't make the rules and if you haven't listened to the Broadway recording yet you don't deserve to until after we watch the show- IMMIGRANTS! WE GET THE JOB DONE!" she screeched suddenly, as the refrain for her and Jasper's favorite track played.

Aaron nearly slammed into some senior citizen's Prius.

~~~~~~~~~

The four of them collapsed onto the too-small hotel bed at one in the morning, having finally arrived in D.C. after three Hamilton Mixtape-related near-wrecks, the Ten Duel Commandments played at least five times, and all twenty-four tracks on the mixtape being played at least twice, and somehow, despite their deep-set exhaustion, managing their usual pattern (Call and Tamara, dubbed 'the small ones,' in the middle, with Jasper and Aaron curled around them, managing not to fall off the edges of the bed). Call's leg was throbbing horribly but there was no way he wanted to move, not at all, because there wasn't any force in hell or heaven that would make him be sufficiently motivated to get off the bed, not with Jasper's arms around him as he snored softly and Tamara smooshed up against him, dead to the world, and as Aaron's luminous green eyes met his gray ones, filled with the deadening tiredness that only hours of driving in the dark could bring, and then Aaron gave a half smile as they looked at each other, and that was the last thing Call remembered before fading warmly into the dark.~~~~~~~

The next afternoon, Jasper insisted on he, Call, and Aaron wearing suits "somewhat because I want us to look nice and mostly because I want your asses to look even better," and Tamara was absolutely stunning in an ivory and gold skirt and crop top, and honestly Aaron looked like he was about to cry because of how hot his signifs looked, and Jasper interceded luckily with a "it's time to go," before Aaron could ruin his on fleek eyeliner. Call couldn't help but feel the same way as he watched Tamara, Jasper, and Aaron walk somewhat ahead of him on their way to the taxi and to the theater.

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Call hadn't expected the cacophony of people that nevertheless surrounded the theatre entrance. He could hear a large amount of off-key singing, men nearly crying at the ticket office as they begged for tickets, and, mysteriously, on one memorable occasion, a rather small child screaming "PAY YOUR FUCKING TAXES!"

Tamara nimbly lead them through the crowd (god Call was so bisexual), flashing her phone with the tickets on it to some waiter or server dude with a suit on (an usher? Is that what those were called? Call had no idea) who did some sort of little bow to her, said "This way, Miss Tamara," and lead the four of them through some sort of private door. Immediately, the crowd surged towards the door, absolutely determined to get inside one way or another, but Aaron (who was so strong and Call loved it) decisively slammed it shut. The usher lead Tamara, Jasper, Aaron and Call up a staircase (he levitated a small bit, just to help his leg, but Call didn't think that the guy noticed) (hopefully) to their box, and departed.

"I want to sit on your lap."

"Call, no."

"Call yes."

~~~~~~~~~The lights were fading, and the theater was hushing, and Call could feel Aaron nearly tremble with excitement on his left side, and Jasper looked like he was about to cry even though nothing had happened yet on his other ("I'm just a little emotional, okay?) , and suddenly the theater was black and the curtains began to open.

A single spotlight focused on Leslie Odom Jr. as the opening notes to 'Alexander Hamilton' started, and as he began with a question: "How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman-" and ended his part in the song so remorsefully and dramatically with "And I'm the damn fool who shot him!".

Call couldn't help but choke during Hercules Mulligan's introduction- "Lock up your daughters and horses!" and stare at the interactions between Hamilton and Laurens."Aaron, is it just me or is Lams a real thing? That's the ship name for it, right? Because there's no way they're straight. Aaron, LOOK AT THEM. LOOK AT MY BOYS SINGING ABOUT RAISING A GLASS TO FREEDOM! Aaron, those boys ain't straight. I should know!"

"Yes, babe, you're right, and we can discuss it later, but can we watch the show now?"

From Tamara's palpable excitement, Call could feel how much she loved ' The Schuyler Sisters' and he quickly understood why. It was stunning. Angelica was incredible- "include women in the sequel!", Call could already tell that Eliza was a cinnamon roll, and then there was Peggy.

Call thought Seabury might have been crying in the next song, and 'You'll Be Back' was hilarious.

He watched as Washington started forming his army and as Peggy danced with Laurens in the background at the end of 'Helpless.' 'Satisfied' was devastating, and Call snorted at Hamilton's little "oh shit" in the song after that.

And then Laurens shot that asshole Lee and Call pumped his fist in the air. Wow, he thought. I am really invested in this. How did this happen?

And then he thought, who cares? The French dude (Lafayette, right?) had a incredibly fast and mostly-unintelligible rap solo. Hamilton got to come back to the army. And then, the world turned upside down and the Americans won at Yorktown!

King George walked out again and then Burr and Hamilton started singing about Theodosia and Philip. Though Call figured that Burr sang about his kid and Alexander, Alexander screeched. "LOOK AT MY SON!"

Then came 'The Laurens Interlude.' And the four of them cried as Eliza read the letter, as Hercules took a sad swig of his drink, as Hamilton stared at her with a lost look for a few sad moments and finally declared: "I have so much work to do."

"This wasn't in the soundtrack," Aaron moaned softly. "Why? Why? "

And work he did, nonstop. Call realized that Hamilton's coping method was about as healthy as his own inferiority complex as a twelve year old- terrible. Yet he was still blown away by the choreography and his final defiant spitting out of "I AM NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT!" as a blackout dropped down like a curtain and a few moments later, the House lights turned on for intermission.

Jasper looked like he was about to smirk at Call and Aaron's red eyes as they exited the men's, but Aaron interceded. "Babe, don't start. We all know you were nearly bawling."

Jasper appeared thoroughly put out.

"And besides," Tamara announced as she walked near them. "We all know it gets worse."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Call nearly shouted. ~~~~~~~~~~

After the House lights faded away and everyone in the theater was settled and ready for Act II, a purple asshole (Thomas Jefferson) came onstage and flounced around with no idea of what was going on in America. Then Hamilton absolutely destroyed him in an epic rap battle. "I think they have major sexual tension," Jasper whispered in Call's ear. "Jefferson and Hamilton were like us. Before we fell in love."

Call started coughing violently.

Then the actor who had played John Laurens ( Anthony Ramos?) was apparently also playing Phillip Hamilton in Act II, part of the family Hamilton refused to take a break for. "Wanna know what both of Andy Ramos' characters have in common?" Jasper muttered softly. "Laurens and Philip both called Alexander Hamilton 'daddy' ."

Call was choking now.

But Aaron patted his back and he somehow managed to recover as Miss Maria Reynolds walked into Hamilton's life. "Dick," he could hear Tamara mutter. "You doesn't deserve Eliza."

And indeed, Hamilton didn't. He kept paying James Reynolds, and getting into fights with Jefferson and Burr, who was now a southern-motherfucking-Democratic-Republican. And then Hamilton managed to sell the nation's capital to Jefferson in exchange for his plan getting passed, so Aaron Burr became extremely jealous.

Call watched, transfixed, as George Washington stepped down from the presidency, as King George realized somewhat how the American Constitution worked, then Hamilton basically destroyed his own party during 'The Adams Administration.' "SIT DOWN JOHN!" Jasper gleefully whispered in Call's ear.

"Honey, have I ever told you how much I love you?" Call asked him in a low tone.

"Oh, yes. Loads," said Jasper confidently.

"This is not one of those times. Please be quiet so I can watch this bloody musical that you got me hooked on, babe, in peace."

Jeffershit, Mad-as-a-hatter-son, and Aaron Chilly confronted Hamilton about him supposedly lining his and James Reynolds' pockets with the Treasury- to which Hamilton responded with "No, but I am having sex with his wife and paying Reynolds to keep his mouth shut! Here! Just so everyone knows I'M NOT embezzling, I'll write my way out and write a pamphlet about how I had an affair! Yeah. That's the only way forward. It'll be published before I even have the chance to tell Eliza, so she'll find out about it by complete strangers waving my ninety-page sex scandal at her in the streets! Nice job, Alex! You're a genius!"

At least, that was how Call understood it.

Eliza sang a devastatingly heart-breaking solo while going full pyro and burning her and Hamilton's letters. "If any of you numbskulls ever date another person without talking about it to us first, I'll burn your Collegium graduating thesises after you perfect them," murmured Tamara threateningly. Call shuddered at the thought- his was twenty pages long already and he's been procrastinating...

Call couldn't help but wonder if 'Hamilton' could get any more dramatic or sadder.

It did both, because then nineteen year old Phillip Hamilton decided to a) manage a threesome with two random women he met on the street, and b) go on a crusade for his dick of a father, throw away his shot and get shot himself by George Eacker. As 'Stay Alive (Reprise)' played, as Philip lost his count at 7, Callum was bawling. Jasper and Aaron were blubbering beside him, and Call could see unshed tears glinting in Tamara's eyes from the stage lights.

Things didn't grow any happier in 'It's Quiet Uptown,' but somehow Eliza, cinnamon roll that she was, managed to forgive Hamilton. Call knew he wouldn't've.

James Madison broke the fourth wall by not wanting to sing another sad song, and Hamilton basically, in Call's opinion, bitchslapped Burr by giving Jefferson the presidency. 'Binch, you thought?'

And Burr hated that. Call got caught up in their passive-aggressive letter-sending, only to realize that bam, it wasn't passive-aggressive anymore. It was just aggressive. 'Weehawken. Dawn. Guns. Drawn. '

Hamilton was a jerk to Eliza one last time, leaving without telling 'the best of wives and best of women' the truth, yet the song was incredibly soft and mellow compared to what came next.

A duel.

As the now horribly familiar ' one two three four five six seven eight nine' began, Call could feel himself tensing up. The entire theater was on edge, enraptured. Burr sang of his enemy, of being scared for Theodosia. He fires. Time slows down as Hamilton decides to throw away his shot, as he sees the other side. His last words quote Laurens', as Laurens' last words quote Alexander's.

Burr strikes him right between the ribs, and Alexander Hamilton dies. Call realizes that now Burr's seen as the villian in their narrative. Burr sings about how he should have known that ' The World Was Wide Enough' for both Hamilton and himself. Call's pretty positive that every single person in the theater is openly sobbing. He's not even going to try to deny it.

Aaron lived.

Alexander died.

And Eliza tells their story. She's left with Alexander's writing, his need to be remembered, and her own remarkable compassion. She becomes an abolitionist and opens an orphanage for all the bastards, orphans, and sons of whores in New York City. Tears continue to roll down Call's cheeks as the final, haunting murmur of "tiiimmme..... who lives, who dies, who tells your story?" echoes through the theater.

~~~~~~~~~~

All three of his signifs' eyes were red as they exited the theater and stepped outside, holding hands and blinking in the bright D.C. sunlight. "Let's not waste any more time," announced Jasper, drawing Tamara in for a kiss on the sidewalk. White politician passersby openly stared, but Call didn't give a crap as he thought what the hell, why not? I love you all so much, and did the same thing to Aaron.

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@ the rest of you Magisterium bnfs : can we get some calronmara or jascalronmara fic on ao3? Will you Bless us in that manner?

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Okay, if we still want to do Magisterium Day 2k17 we should probably pick a date. Does a Saturday in September make sense? What do you think?

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I want to very heartily thank you for Magisterium Day 2017 2.0!!!! Can't wait!!!!

Hey pal, I'm doing this for me as much as for you lol. I'm probably the most excited to see talented Magisterium creators crawl out of the woodworks from where they're hiding and for the tag be filled with amazing works out of all of us! But I'm so happy you're happy!!!!! 😊