#I fucking love Rio

[evendimmer]

Thinking about Rio and hurting bad.

Thinking about the love she had for Agatha, a mortal, a love so strong that Rio was willing to bend her own rules—the sacred balance—just because Agatha said one thing.

“I will hate you forever.”

Rio knew that there was nothing to stop what was coming. She did not want to do it, she had no choice. It was the way of life and so was the way of death. It was the way of Rio’s very own being.

And yet Agatha still rejected her. Everything that Rio stood for and everything that Rio ever was, over something that she had absolutely no control over.

Can you imagine how painful that would be?

Still she stood there and took everything Agatha threw at her.

And Rio did try to find a way to work around, she offered time. For Agatha, for Nicky. And for herself.

She bought time for both of them to delay the most unthinkable. For Agatha, it was the death of her (their) son; and for Rio, nothing was more unimaginable than the loss of Agatha’s love and affection.

It was the greatest gift and blessing Death could ever offer to anyone.

Agatha would get what she wanted, at least for a while. She would welcome their son to the world and live out possibly the happiest moments of her life. But for Rio, it was a countdown to the darkest and most sorrowful time ever known to her.

And Agatha would never know any of that.

Rio Vidal, the most powerful yet most tragic character of the show. Who gave her all but at the end, got nothing back.

[jubshead]

I saw some people pissed by Agatha not getting a redemption arc at the end of the series, but the real reason is: she shouldn't get one.

She killed so many witches and did terrible things and nothing is going to change that at the end of the day.

I think what they gave us is so much stronger, you see how she’s filled with trauma and can't make herself trust anyone besides herself and her son.

She doesn’t kill witches, because she feels like. She’s a succumbs, she needs the energy in order to survive and that’s something her mother could never understand.

After she figured out how to control her powers I’m sure she could have joined a coven and she’d receive help from them.

But who would trust a kind of witch who has a defense as an attack? And how could Agatha trust anyone after her own coven and mother tried to kill her?

Redemption arcs are more times than not extremely forced, people’s actions shouldn’t be forgiven by a single action. They made us understand Agatha as a whole character, with flaws, traumas and depth and know that, ultimately, her life lead her into doing terrible things, that have no excuse.

[novelconcepts]

Obviously next week could prove this all dead-wrong, but I don’t think the trial’s quite over. I don’t believe the end of that episode actually took place, because I’m pretty sure we’re still firmly in the “punish Agatha” phase. Rio’s suddenly gone. Alice seems to be dead by Agatha’s hand, and no one—including Teen, who has always been on her side—seems primed to believe she was out of control. The others have been sucked beneath the power of the surrogate son who not only just told Agatha to fuck off, but went full-Wanda to do it. It just all seems too tailored to cut up any of the character progress Agatha’s made on the Road thus far. Getting harassed by her ghost mother and hearing her son’s voice don’t feel like a complete tear-down. This does. It feels like more trial.

[nattensijus]

Aubrey Plaza as Rio in Agatha All Along

[appropriatelystupid]

[holyblanchett]

Just thinking about Death's flower being an orchid and Orchids representing eternal love for the deceased. Rio was holding one when she appeared in Salem for Nicky the first time and during ep8 when she was straddling Agatha's house. I will never recover from the pain this ship has brought onto me.

[child-of-the-danube]

Can I be a lesbian for a quick moment here?

The Agatha x Rio kiss was so fucking beautiful, not only because it was desperate and passionate and heartbreaking, but because it had RHYTHM!!

Yes, passion and desperation in a kiss can often be "sloppy", but like damn, these bitches kissed in a way that's so profoundly telling of their connection, of knowing the others' rhythm and breaths and tendencies. It looked like the most natural thing to ever happen. Truly some gourmet life long lovers shit 👌🏻👌🏻

[trickarrows-bishop]

something about death herself's only scar being the woman she loved being hurt by her actions is REALLY getting to me today gang

[cairhienin]

the tragedy of it is that it doesn’t matter what rio chose because she would have lost agatha anyway. it didn’t matter if she took nicholas at birth or at six years old. it didn’t matter that death loved agatha enough to delay her own inevitability. it was always going to lead to agatha becoming the one thing death hates and cannot reach.

[nightmare-of-homophobes]

Can't stop thinking about how Agatha tries so hard to be closed and mysterious about her past/feelings but then Rio comes throwing all that shit in the fan by saying things like "she's my scar" in front of a whole fucking coven of fruity misfits

[jubshead]

As a matter of fact, I CANNOT take them, but I will die trying 🫡

[raventrigonsdaughter]

Me: ok, Teen is definitely Billy aka wanda's son

Me after episode 4: yeah that's him but that's Agatha's kid now, someone bring the adoption papers

[inoreuct]

punkflower where hobie loves the morales family, loves how they’re becoming HIS family.

still, the first time jeff calls him “son”, he has such a visceral reaction.

he knows it’s coming from a good place and he knows he should be touched, but he’s only ever been called son in a condescending way. in a “know your place beneath me and stay in it” way. he feels so sick all of a sudden, nausea roiling in his gut, and his knee bangs against the underside of the table as he screeches his chair back and mutters a shaky “’scuse me”.

he hears rio’s concerned call of his name, sees the confusion and dread on jeff’s face right before he turns and leaves. he doesn’t stop until he’s up on the roof, ducking into the bottom of the water tower and collapsing into a corner.

stupid. it’s so stupid, and it pisses him off how tears are burning down his cheeks.

hobie scrubs them away with the back of his wrist even as he hears the door to the roof creak open, hears the familiar gait that he knows belongs to miles. he keeps his face turned away as his boyfriend appears in his line of sight, stepping gingerly like if he moved too fast hobie would break.

the punk sniffs angrily, the spikes on his cuff poking his cheek as he wipes his tears again. a hand brushes his against the ground as miles sits down beside him, close enough to touch but not quite.

he waits. for miles to say something, anything; to ask for an explanation, or offer words of comfort that will ultimately only make him feel worse.

in the end, it’s him that breaks the silence.

“i’m sorry,” he offers, and cringes. his voice is thick like rusted metal, scratchy in his throat. it’s scraping up against old wounds that never really healed, pulling at scabs to draw fresh blood, and it stings. “m’sorry, i just— he’s—” it feels damning to even say these words, but it’s the truth, and hobie’s never been a good liar.

doesn’t mean it’s not eating him alive, though.

“he’s still a cop, miles,” he chokes out, guilt winching around his lungs like a parasite, “and the last time a cop called me son—” hobie’s breath shudders out of his lungs as miles crawls into his space, ducking his head beneath hobie’s arm to press the punk’s face to his chest.

“i know,” miles murmurs, wrapping his fingers around hobie’s nape as hobie scrunches a desperate fist into the back of his shirt. “i know. i understand.”

hobie doesn’t think he really does, but that’s okay. if hobie has any say in it, miles will never have to go through what he did and understand what it’s like.

his voice is meek as he asks, “are they mad?”

“‘course not.” miles clicks his tongue, gently admonishing, like it’s a fact hobie should know by now; his fingers trace gentle circles into hobie’s skin. “just worried. hope you know my mama’s gonna feed you thrice the usual serving of tres leches when we get back.”

that gets a chuckle out of him at least, but the look on jeff’s face still haunts him, burned front and centre into his mind’s eye like an afterimage. “and your dad?” he feels miles go still, doesn’t resist as his boyfriend pulls back to look hobie in the eye. his voice is terribly gentle.

“he understands. it’s okay.”

hobie doesn’t think it’s okay. it doesn’t feel very okay. jeff had disliked him at first and reasonably so; he’s nothing like a person anyone would want their kid to be with.

and yet the captain had let him into their home, accepted him as miles’s person, given him a place at the table. of course rio would have sat him down and shoved food into his hands regardless, but still—

“hobie.”

miles calls his attention back, and he looks up into wide, dark eyes. his heart burns.

“he knows what you’ve been through. he knows how much you’ve grown.” miles huffs a soft laugh, rubbing his thumb against hobie’s hairline. “do you remember that time we went to your concert?”

hobie nods; he doesn’t think he can speak just yet.

“you were so nervous about what he would think, but he was stressing about looking like an old man in front of your friends. he literally said that as your boyfriend’s dad he had to out-hip all the other guys his age.”

something twists in hobie’s chest. “he’s the coolest old man i know.” he pauses, frowning. “maybe after peter b.”

miles laughs again, quietly. “he cares about you.”

hobie doesn’t doubt that. he’d let jeff and rio learn about him piece by piece, and with every sliver of information jeff had softened more; he might be the captain of the PDNY, but he was also a father.

hobie’s never really had a father.

not until he was asked about whether he preferred waffles or pancakes. until he was consulted for advice on what to wear to a pride parade. until jeff only looked at his blue laces with a tentative expression and he was hesitantly slipped a phone number to call if he ever got into trouble in this dimension that he couldn’t get himself out of, a helpline should he ever need it.

so he gets up, takes a deep breath and hauls miles to his feet. his boots clomp down the stairs; he takes care not to fling open the door and when he sees jeff and rio hovering in the living room, he holds out his arms.

rio reaches him first. she’s shorter but fierce, pulling hobie down to hug him tight, and he feels like crying again.

miles slips close to cling to his back, arms sliding around his waist, and hobie watches jeff meet his eyes with something almost anxious.

hobie’s lips twist in a smile. an i’m sorry and an it’s okay wrapped in one.

and maybe it really is okay, because when jeff comes around to squeeze them all together, hobie can’t help his relieved sigh as he thinks, this is what family’s supposed to feel like, certain as the next deep breath he takes and comforting like the broad hand that squeezes his shoulder.

fin.

[whotfelsewantedtobelynnyx]

Even More Agatha All Along Incorrect Quotes!

Rio, to Agatha: I’d jump in front of a gun for you <3

Agatha: And I’d move out of the way, so you’d just get shot like a fucking idiot.

Lilia: Oh, look, a hole. *promptly walks directly into the hole*

Jen: Why did you- *lifting her out of the hole by the arms* WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!

Agatha, clutching her seatbelt: YOU CRASHED THE TRUCK INTO THE GIGANTIC MONSTER?!

Teen: I THOUGHT IT WOULD KILL IT!!!

Agatha, slumping over in her seat: You are INCREDIBLY stupid.

Jen, texting Alice: I literally want to cry right now.

Alice: Uh…quick,look at these baby dragons guarding the houseplants.

Jen: …

Alice: They’re doing a very good job?

Jen: That actually does help, thank you.

Rio: You ever think about how many songs are secretly about sex?

Alice: Wha- no, but now I am.

Agatha: What’s it called when you commit arson on a person?

Alice: …murder?

Agatha: Wha- no, that’s not murder!

Alice: Yes, it is!

Agatha: Okay, but when you set yourself on fire, it’s called self-immolation.

Alice, sighing: I guess.

Agatha: So immolation is when someone is set on fire.

Alice: Yes.

Agatha: So setting someone else on fire-

Alice: Murder.

Agatha: But if they don’t die-

Alice: Attempted murder.

Agatha: But if you argue that you didn’t MEAN to kill them-

Alice, covering her head with a pillow: Fine, aggravated assault! Now leave me alone!

Sharon: I got peer pressured into getting into a trunk the other day. They were like “Do you wanna see what it’s like to be kidnapped?” And I was like “okay!”

Rio, in a dreamy voice: Maybe we’ll be branded as suspected sapphic serial killers, where true crime podcasts will speculate on the true nature of our relationship for decades to come.

Agatha, COMPLETELY drunk: If you’re coming in to judge me, don’t bother. God and my mother have it covered.

Agatha, in the middle of a struggle with Rio: You know what I would rather have in me than this knife? That di-

Billy: What does ‘no te preocupes’ mean?

Rio: Don’t worry about it.

Billy: But I wanna know :(

*watching a horror movie together*

Jen, leaning against Lilia: Maybe it’s just because it’s been a second since I’ve been a kid, but I feel like the kids in this movie have a LOT LESS common sense than I did when I was younger. Like I might have believed in some weird shit, but I knew better than to get closer to the clown under the bleachers, even if he said he could grant me a magic wish.

Alice, curled up on the floor between them: *shudders* I don't know how she wasn't screaming her lungs out.

Lilia, absently petting her hair: Well, is this before or after it bites her face off?

Jen: What? Alice, burying her face in Lilia's skirt: Ew.

[sunny-sourzii]

I heard this song for the first time in years and I think I'm in love with it

And for some reason I Invisioned moon with blue wings so I wanted you to see what I saw

[iheartsteve0704]

I need agathario nation to know I’m working on a The Family Stone AU where Agatha, Jen, and Wanda are all sisters and their mom is Lilia. Jen is married to Alice and they adopted Billy when he was 10, Agatha is chronically single, and Wanda shows up for Christmas with her new girlfriend Rio (who is very strange and can’t look Agatha in the eye). This frustrates Agatha deeply and forces her to get to the bottom of it and figure out Rio’s problem with her.