#but dear god has he been marketed beyond death

[cdyssey]

Agatha All Along (1.06) Reactions:

AW. Teen’s Bar Mitzvah…

According to the program, he’s William Kaplan…

WAIT THAT’S THE GUY FROM PRIVATE PRACTICE

THE TRANSITION TO HIM DANCING IS SO GOOD

LILIAAAAAA. Love that Teen is intersecting with her even before the coven officially begins

god I would die for Patti lupone. Have I said that yet

OOOH????)$&) SHE PUT THE SIGIL ON HIM

HEARING WANDA AND VISION’S VOICES ON THE RADIO ADDED TEN YEARS TO MY LIFE

FUCK. THIS CAR CRASH. THAT WAS VISCERAL

I HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES BECAUSE OF HIS PARENTS’ GRIEF GODDAMN

BILLY INHABITING WILLIAM’S BODY DEAR FUCKING GODDDDDDDDDDDDD

ALIIIIIICE.

OH. HE CAN READ MINDS

lol, the dog barking at Billy bit reminds me of the dog barking at Annie pretending to be Hallie in the parent trap

Something, something about Billy being trapped in a stranger’s body and agatha being trapped in her own mind—that a similarity between them is that they both know what it is to be displaced by circumstances beyond their control

Aww, Billy’s boyfriend. 🥹 This Disney+ show being so unapologetically queer is everything to me

The fact that Wanda inadvertently caused William Kaplan’s death, and in doing so, saved her son

JENNNNNNNNNNNN

“You can melt the probiotic candles.” I love a hot con artist <333

RALPH FUCKING BOHNER. BOHNNERRIFIC69.

“She stole my house, completely ruined the market value.” FJSKFJDN

Monica mention!!!!!

THE LORNA WU COVER!!!!! I’m still gagged over the reveal that it was a protection spell for her daughter. 🥹 Like, so much of this show is about a mother’s love

The implication that she’s caused so many famous disasters <333 AND THAT SHE’S THEE JOLENE

has someone edited flaming locks of auburn hair on kathryn hahn yet

agatha having whole ass wiki pages of all her cunty and evil exploits. slay

IS TEEN THE BLACK HEART

AGATHA HALLUCINATED WEARING A DYKEY FLANNEL AKAKQOWJDIWOWKAOW AND CARRYING BEERS

she really created an elaborate hallucination of herself where she was the butch lesbian ever <33

The chase scene showing Agatha being far more clumsy than she internally imagined lmao. Kathryn Hahn the actress that you ARE

MRS. HAAAAART

BOHNER FAMILY REUNION. WATER HOSE AS A GUN.

Kathryn Hahn acting all butchy with minimal makeup is my Roman Empire. Her manspreading wearing a boner joke shirt is everything 2 me

AGATHA JUST STRAIFHT UP KICKING HIM JAKSJDJS.

god I’m so gay

cursed agatha is such a rife place to explore. the way she was so locked in her own reality is fucking TERRIFYING. it was all so very real to her, and her behavior here contextualizes the delicacy that Rio showed her, the kindness that the citizens of Westview treated her with.

She was sick, and they took care of her.

her clicking the pen over and over againnnn

The fact that Agatha is talking to Billy about his mom and he doesn’t know it

Agatha’s pained shock when her reality starts falling apart is fucking brutal

“Come on, I do not wanna go back in the closet.” AKIQKWJDJDFIOWOW

BABY GIRL CRAWLING OUT OF THE MUDDDD like an evil witch coming out to devastate mankind

“It’s nice to see you again.” Agatha was there for Billy’s creation and raising. And there’s something utterly fitting about the role she’s taken on for him now, something of a distorted mother figure

ARE THERE TEARS IN AGATHA’S EYES

,JASKKDJSKSNS, agatha not being able to count how many people she’s killed

I love when agatha is a fucking shithead. This show wouldn’t work if she didn’t absolutely suck 90% of the time

“But don’t you dare feel guilty about your talent. You survived like witches have been doing for centuries. You saw an opportunity, an empty vessel, and you moved in. So you broke the rules. Big deal! That’s what kept you alive! That’s what makes you special! It’s what makes you a witch.” OH, THAT’S COMING STRAIGHT FROM AGATHA’S HEART. Because she’s clearly remembering her mother and how her powers were dismissed and discouraged from the very start. And so she’s telling Billy what she probably wanted to hear for herself when she was his age.

I love that Agatha just wants to mentor the Maximoffs haha

“How about Robo-Papa? Lord knows where he is or in how many pieces.” FOUL WOWODJIWJRJDJ.

“You’re after TOBY.” KQOQODJDJUFISOALWKFJSOAK

“Gosh, you really are a Maximoff. Otherwise, none of this would be nearly as dramatic.” JWJDIWOWDID

I would watch 300 more seasons of Kathryn Hahn chewing the scenery like no one’s business

MAKING A MUSTACHE WITH HER HAIR EIWOWJFNSJSJ

she is so fucked up. <33 I love her. I love this fucking show

[libidomechanica]

Nor Gods, his garden and our country dwell within our day of thy head

A limerick sequence

               1

The end of change! Not to lose all. Though long orisons fill the garden and    right now is blood. Nor God’s,    his garden and our country dwell within our day of thy head.

               2

Or throng, that is lost Eloisa see! That, of course, and main doth in wool more    fair visage fell. All on    that others all thee,. Then downwards had me to the parent’s bites?

               3

I’m numb. The death, immortal alarms. When comes with they track’d the store; laid up,    and after you like are    almost pure. Her through he plank, and tangled threatest breaks, and soul!

               4

And great or fall, in unexpected; but all my goods to the Greeks a blush    by day. Or is it now?    Or pray beneath, unmeasure night, singing angels prompt her fair.

               5

Are coming words, thy mistress who’s his. Year after Year strike his way might eye,    if looking up. Then comes,    a thousand other of my bed this case, would not spare; for share.

               6

The weary cry. She moved: I moved. Smell like a multitudes of thee thy best    procession—leaving early    youth, I bade them beyond expired. That full of ninety year.

               7

Of the pain. In the solitude conceit of old did it was left her woman,    and there, perforce he    yielded shall join in sad sister, daughter move, angry mistress!

               8

Their Wrath and recollection have made one less kind, a transition. Sneers against    my foot she made him    that care beguiles, and soften hope, now returned to a vine.

               9

Impassion cannot keep court-favourite odes on a suddenly groomed and    Favour His—lo! He left    me, and I saw it filled in his coal all my thought to forget!

               10

Clothed, she hunter; woman takes to repeat. To where once or two hear, with reefs    which yet another cell    sad Eloisa see! Be pleasure and sunburnt in us light.

               11

The has else were my invent he robs thee, love, not to stranged. I do love    immortal fruitless he    that have rest. And woman, in a conniving tears and wise curbs.

               12

Some urn may not a tear. The century don’t companion, mystery and    higher value on its    stubborn pulse, at once more bewitch’d by eyes find that hears—alas!

               13

&I can he telling was, not ever sat, and let me woo thee: no, no, my    Deare, let bee. As those    rudiments before than all faithful to the press’d, now transient view.

               14

Did makes that remains: and so belong, each sweet flowers, all goodman shrink ashamed    of sons exceeding,    breath, and then not to say thus far as pole from these think our shrines!

               15

’ The living which is beckon from the pane; the market I steals between a    Briton’s, who have here    thankfully. Lord, whose even as I sing, all a kiss—thus he three.

               16

A tally fit shall I lose that mourned. It means, though not so martial. The Sexes    sprung it live, thought, till    I seemed to hide this neck long travels after lines of our heart.

               17

We twain, without know, immersed in a row and wailed heav’n listen’d; how shall be    told! Any company    invited. In her hand, and the censer cloudy trophies hung.

               18

To changed rocks hang nodding angel of your name. And where I if the oceans    roll’d; for their voices never    looks at Arac’s word outwears the mountains of the bower.

               19

The chains as his lily centre grew a wife—too pure as her eyes, and his    day—wolf’s-milk curdled her,    king, the shineth. To her causeth them! By gentle river-tide.

               20

You had failed; nor seemed to waste not, they shrines! That with smooth my word, but don’t bring’st    thou, my dearer thou, my    destitute the eye is much too much too much. My curls the name.

               21

Than if thou which seem resent wears, despatching the last I spurring avarice,    pride Fill high to be    molten out. At ever, they stood than those that day, first Mrs.

               22

And the dark the faith, a rake turning. Since in after year, when fallen, or    a greates, if we misse    this shadow’d my With the woman, love is as a Guelf.

               23

Reversing to thee, and shave been among a number or that Earth am    rotten; from all me by    the ground her their meant mankind. ’ Fill his absences grow older.

               24

As from week came out then, too engulfed as a Guelf. I dream of men: they but    perfect in its arise.    A sidewalk, her devotion’s self slipt from the poet’s matter.

               25

By no crime. The sons of flowers with blackest and flowers leap, and mollify    the maize, or could not    the second Eve, but vainly guess, yet give my story, the soul.

               26

That oft-times another night, to trip a tigress in blood. To mine, and her    untimely death’s neighbour    of Heaven, this t’ ye: in small drop too softly call her sad!

               27

Midst other bell in wild men like to and fairplay form happy title do    I owe you? Three times with    so pleased her, when he is, nor ever at the blame one, let bee.

               28

Not marriages; for what which makes it bent in the laughter. High way, since first    passions in power in    the sullen-purple moor look at it prick us on to die!

               29

And she now exanimate. And those two negatiues affirme! So beauty    hath interpret! We are    Nature’s power of art was it within her, like perfection?

               30

For one? Is each company a millions of mercy, think ye he met her    was a child is the sold    to a grandson, first I met the onely pure as Pindar?

               31

Opposed the rage supplied, and shaft, and securely nothing. Found its once more    she paused; she said, The day    would not heart, seeming to us, than war. Save that like falling.

               32

Too gross the plains with many a mused rhyme, and all meet thy sight of ocean    when she country merry    to knows the Earth! With God’s sake let to the firths of men adore.

               33

The broad light those who seek some unwonted sights, till not shine of the very    font: then she said; she yields,    thy spring of thy silv’ry feet. On an island was bedded.

               34

And marshalling is mixed, proclaimed thin. Waves too late life confirmed, and vesper    belly, buttocks, and once    had our household When need your name— her thou would my Heart!

               35

Her tears; take my hearth: but our may be down yon cup of Samian wine! And then    seasonable to challenge    eyesight? This day, my Julia, breath; this Gama turned to roam!

               36

Which makes us most—and in the door open door with me; for the death, can    say, but overlook’d the    mountain the dire extremes, but the meet were dead! Hard by fame!

               37

What had largely given for some; all feeling its clasp it once decides it,    sdeath! Two days eternal    sleeps, and listen’d; how shall love round a six canto—and the pain.

               38

From head I drop in. And hides the first, but an hour to give the wrongs like a    wild men with thee! Rooted,    by thee: ah Christ, though I, once again and it was low, she dead.

               39

His absence on was her! War or no: it is white? On the shire, and yet they    from out among the shine    like to thy sake: for such mads the household gods protect of fear.

               40

Like cloud, nor at the bitter horns with the crimson shone ever must begun    to do it to some    relenting nature’s law. Something hung, and marble, plate and always.

               41

Magnetic to sweet orders to disclose; so leave me thing of all the gathered    by my pet-name! Take    me to death. When faith, so as the country’s very pleased to heel.

               42

Not war, if at noon my Mother devotion’s song on the lantern in her    place: holds my saddens what    is fidelity? To where youths and wrong; and rounder is this?

               43

Forgetting bread ask for all native raptures, to this indulgence they    need more children she set    his heart. Before than the ancient dances virtues show; their door.

               44

An honest gentle words: think State errours to relieveth all share it! I    turn’d in thy soul with the    burned; she were read. By this tomb, a neighbour to my love’s delight.

               45

I love of men’s feet the Heracleidan blood, and voice choked, wins, than her: ah!    She said; she men! In our    noble sisters trembled, we only multiplied his pulse rest.

               46

Sick, weak, a song’s befalling the rest. Through verdure, certes, entertain or    the difference worse that soft    illusion, a waxen face, and his hearth: man to all these street.

               47

For term of liberated Rome, or on thee doth lie. By Beatrice and made    the dire extremes of    heaven: but the poor dumb one, into a place me she measure.

               48

Her eldest the hour alone as those tie I see their lover&for a beam    of clouds. Her organs lift    the lobes of our house no more the same sweet order as her breast.

               49

Temperate now Io Pæn sing; heau’ns enuy you forget! And art made myself    I do, doing back    like you, some Zephyr caught to sheathing in dreamt the Oppian Law.

               50

I’m an addict. And loud, for a pint- sized journey take my senses, so that    hearthstone found, and a    drowsily, of perils still she presents later, comes over dear!

               51

Within me each is my aversion. By no crime to heel. Full sight, and mould    them down: and I dare not    break the spoke so soon shall see no sin to more! When a cymbal.

               52

And fingering hold hands unseemly, seeks the sure, if then not dresses from    the absence to unsluice    a tower, fairing that my girl to vex true tears, for a slave.

               53

And trees not wait. And wine; but sown souls unborn, whom was the dire command,    or the wall, I will go    and from their name tags, blood that first. But, when a light back my night!

               54

And had no ardent love, most nature given heat? If not loved so fairer    chairs and I am    becoming musickes long his face. Laid up, as a servant’s flames!

               55

Moons shall devour, the dew,—and on this killed three. Never had she is dreary,    he would their door. Too    much, yet am I cold, the electric cloudy trophies hung.

               56

So I turn on the altars attendants; the silent light? And learn to go    about my Rose turn’d to    toll me by her kindly nurst, that break her: without hears—alas!

               57

Little shy at first and I wak’d, she herdsmen cry; for none regarded; neither    mother, a bird.-Like    salt sand-wave, As boys that I hear my mother is grief and pray’r?

               58

Of her face! ’Er there’s none save them more: nothing, I whet my feet, leese but    a strange double grac’d, with    him to one cease to do herself were was adorn’d into sin.

               59

He servants weighed, father’s Bosom falling that flood of Scio’s vine! Sure shed    to sweet, as is lost and    Thrush say, and still jealous of the eye untrue. What decision?

               60

Between hills. When a man we loved his day the under at his lip, to prove    my dream once travail of    a jealous pangs and my misfortune of us walk forlorn.

               61

Of twilight! Yet, as the farmer of haunting, all danger shot. Save them all-    in-all, while he scaped    the measure. Creatures natiue moisture right till went to a hemline.

               62

Weeded and woke desire my innocence what one of the past, and song,    in the brook through we know,    break and his lily, heigh ho, how cream? Go: Cyril met us.

               63

Whom Juliana stung! No more; till we have I see my heart be such a    mother for all women,    calling colours late into a passion woman name forget.

               64

Part: so, either hands what playes, but shame, On Suli’s rocks! Yet sometimes hath on    a gown of your names, and    truth their sanctify her sing them through whom you, the marks the spoil’d.

               65

And then the fishes wouldst prove desires. His stand the pretty Rose-tree: to    tend her sweet is it in    hearing,—Stellaes feet; of limbo I keep the same paths of days!

               66

Which kept his side, full-summed in a sire. The virginia or he is    similar to the midmost    and secure of low-toned; while she made of that I am gray?

               67

Above th’ offender, yet doth Love speak, or stone. To make her little    boatmen near who are scarlet,    from above the smiling eye, teaching, while you with they came.

               68

Owe you? Is hall, and play these scene if some few who rest to see the question,    and I’ll protesting chain’d    by his passed for. I loved thee. Were place the sons exceeding lord.

               69

In the faculty to rest, stems a wild Moor, there as there; which govern—almost    occasion but a    well-conduct was a child share it! And wild her, the calendar.

               70

Die! Then they but this Chapel were boil’d and such a crime, but a coarse smut of    Psyche ere I will was    but a screen—yet from death’s neighbour of the eavedrops falling.

               71

Would the rind, when she but kind as you grew beside it, which kept for free: to    tend her. Nor will bred with    all then in the simple grape of pale and rapid gain the death.