# taking “undressing her with my eyes” to a whole other level

Three things about this scene in retrospect:

1. There was no body/morgue so Agatha was really just stripping for Rio in her house 😏

2. Billy didn’t free Agatha from the spell, Rio did. Their love and deep knowledge of each other really reached through a spell by the Scarlet Witch to make Agatha remember who she was. 😭

3. “Agnes” had forgotten everything about her life including her real name, the one thing she remembered though, was that Rio and Nicky existed.

few things more humbling than the realization that you really do write the same fic(s) over and over again

Someone mentioned on another tumblr post about how nobody complained that Agatha Christie wrote ANOTHER book about murder.

Write your story. Write it again. And again.

Okay but do you understand the TREASURE TROVE of reading a fic you enjoy and then looking at the author's page and discovering they have written multiple just like it?! That is the ultimate score!

Things are grim right now but a small silver lining is that The Onion bought Alex Jones's site InfoWars and are going to turn it into "a parody of itself", using it to make fun of conspiracy theorists and far-right nutjobs.

Some context:

In 2012 Alex Jones called the Sandy Hook school shooting a hoax and accused the grieving parents of being "crisis actors". In 2022 the Sandy Hook parents won a defamation suit against him and were awarded more than a billion dollars. Which is what forced Jones to now sell his site at auction.

The Onion won the auction with the backing of the parents. And the proceeds from the purchase will go directly to the parents as part of the damages payout, Alex Jones isn't seeing a dime.

The relaunch of InfoWars is slated for this January. Which would coincide with Trump's inauguration. I bet The Onion have some plans for that.

The problem with commercial F/M romance is that it's written by the most heterosexual women alive and reading it you feel yourself slowly suffocating from the Gender of it all like a fish in a eutrophying lake. And what we actually need as a culture is F/M written by insane bisexuals violently allergic to heteronormativity

"I have enough problems as it is"

“We are here, and this is now.” Constable Visit, a strict believer in the Omnian religion, occasionally quoted that from their holy book. Vimes understood it to mean, in less exalted copper speak, that you have to do the job that is in front of you.

--Terry Pratchett, Night Watch

"It shouldn't be like this."

"There isn't a way things should be. There's just what happens, and what we do."

--Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

There's just what happens, and what we do.

This too shall pass but like holy fuck

only fucked up mutuals get to know the true scope of my deviance when i leave a lil like on their ethically heinous and socially taboo posts

GOD BLESS PATTI LUPONE BECAUSE SHE SAID THAT WITH HER ENTIRE CHEST 😭🫡

Excuse me while I add Ms. Plaza to the chat 😍😍😍😍

A Pragmatic and surprisingly comforting perspective about the Trump 2nd Presidency from the ACLU

***Apologies if this is how you found out the 2024 election results***

Blacked out part is my name.

I’m not going to let this make me give up. It’s disheartening, and today I will wallow, probably tomorrow too

AND

I will continue to do my part in my community to spread the activism and promote change for the world I want to live in. I want to change the world AND help with the dishes.

And I won’t let an orange pit stain be what stops me from trying to be better.

A link to donate to the ACLU if able and inclined. I know I am

Where's that tweet about people still living long fulfilling lives even through the fall of the roman empire because I think about it constantly

there needs to be a cultural shift in america like im not talking about culture war bullshit i mean the average american needs to learn to care about their community and the rest of the world and not be a self-absorbed asshole with a "fuck you i got mine" attitude.

This FB post by Rebecca Solnit is the thing keeping me sane this morning,so I’m sharing it here in case it helps you all, too:

“They want you to feel powerless and to surrender and to let them trample everything and you are not going to let them. You are not giving up, and neither am I. The fact that we cannot save everything does not mean we cannot save anything and everything we can save is worth saving. You may need to grieve or scream or take time off, but you have a role no matter what, and right now good friends and good principles are worth gathering in. Remember what you love. Remember what loves you. Remember in this tide of hate what love is. The pain you feel is because of what you love.

The Wobblies used to say don't mourn, organize, but you can do both at once and you don't have to organize right away in this moment of furious mourning. You can be heartbroken or furious or both at once; you can scream in your car or on a cliff; you can also get up tomorrow and water the flowerpots and call someone who's upset and check your equipment for going onward.

A lot of us are going to come under direct attack, and a lot of us are going to resist by building solidarity and sanctuary. Gather up your resources, the metaphysical ones that are heart and soul and care, as well as the practical ones.

People kept the faith in the dictatorships of South America in the 1970s and 1980s, in the East Bloc countries and the USSR, women are protesting right now in Iran and people there are writing poetry. There is no alternative to persevering, and that does not require you to feel good. You can keep walking whether it's sunny or raining. Take care of yourself and remember that taking care of something else is an important part of taking care of yourself, because you are interwoven with the ten trillion things in this single garment of destiny that has been stained and torn, but is still being woven and mended and washed.”

reblog if you need a hug

Reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a much needed hug

your daily walks wrapped

you soaked up 10,985 minutes of sunshine, rain, and other weather

you walked past 4,073 individuals you would describe as the most beautiful person in the world

you bore witness to 23% more of your local area than last year—good job!

you saw 3 of the weirdest dogs you will ever see in your life

you noticed 18 people visibly, tenderly in love with each other

you smelled 243 flowering plants & shrubs

you drank 267 delicious beverages

you were kissed invisibly and imperceptibly by 117 bumble bees and butterflies

you were witness to 87,441,289 gorgeous leaves

Can we take a moment away from Agatha's all encompassing grief for her son and acknowledge Rio's grief as well? Because she's Nicky's mother too.

She is Death, her son was never going to live, and unlike Agatha, Rio had nothing to rage against.

She's the cycle of life and the inevitable end but does being the personification of that really change anything about the fact that she had to take the soul of her own son?

She gave Agatha the one gift that was in her power to grant - even though it was against her own nature and against the natural order of things - she gave her love time.

And Agatha had six years with Nicky.

Rio didn't.

She might have been able to watch him through every dying flower he plucked from its stem and she might have caught a few moments when Nicky was at his closest to her - likely whenever it had been a while since Agatha had killed the latest batch of witches and used their life force to extend Nicky's life for a little longer - when he slept and the delirium of someone terminally ill granted her access.

But those would have been stolen glimpses. Brief, and precious, and painful.

And Agatha could hate Death. Could take all that grief and turn it into anger. She could hide her pain behind that fury. There's a sort of relief to that.

What did Rio have?

Love so strong she broke the natural order that governs her? A son she could only love from a distance as he grew... but couldn't grow up? Eternal hatred of the one person in eons she had ever fallen in love with?

And maybe Rio can visit Nicky in whatever corner of eternity she had helped him cross over to - I hope she can, it would be far too cruel otherwise - but does that really erase the tragedy here?

And on top of that pain there's also the fact that Agatha has avoided Rio for centuries and ultimately asks Rio to promise her that she would never ever have to see Rio's face again.

Death can be cruel. But I think sometimes mortals win that particular game by a mile.