#mention: vidal

[westminster-insider]

DATE NUMBER 23 - Sicily, Italy. Winning Bid: @franciscovidal with £31,000. Total Bids: 21.

"A visit to San Vito Lo Capo, Sicily, to embrace the beautiful beaches. An afternoon spent climbing the face of Monte Monaco, before winding down with a relaxing dinner in the town, with plenty of local wine to share."

Partner: @cassandra-acton Special prize upon arrival for Most Bids.

[alliseaisfandom]

"AgathaRio is an age-gap ship because physically Agatha is visibly a lot older than Rio, and she's in her 300s so it's likely she's actually older"

Me: Ok that's hot

"AgathaRio is an age-gap ship because Rio is Lady Death and a fucking primordial entity and Agatha is barely in her 4th century of life."

Me: did. I. Fucking. Stutter.

[azaleasallalong]

bro imagine you lost your immaculately conceived son and your wife because said immaculately conceived son is doomed to die young, you spend the next 300 years outrunning death out of fear of facing him, and then THIS bitch shows up with TWO immaculately conceived sons, a sentient gaming pc AND every ounce of power you've been grasping for at her fingertips

like i would be bitter too

[dollycxre]

real footage of me watching everyone in the AAA fandom use 'older woman' and/or 'older witch' to describe Agatha during her interactions with Rio in canon universe Agathario fics like Rio isn't literal Death and as old as the universe itself while Agatha is a mere 352 years compared to her and hence younger than her (thus not being the 'older woman' between the two of them):

#medialiteracyisDEAD

[tremordusk]

Billy: You seem gloomy today

Agatha: I’m always like this

Jen: It’s because your girl finally grew a spine, and stopped pursuing you

Agatha: Wow Jen, very insightful

Alice: That is what happens when you ghost someone

*Rio flirting casually with a pretty woman*

Lilia, sipping her coffee: And treat the father of your child like—

Agatha: Alright already I get it

*Agatha noticing the pretty woman is clearly into Rio*

Rio, making eye contact with Agatha from afar before grabbing the other woman’s chin, saying loudly: Wanda, I was thinking—

Woman: That’s not my name

*Agatha, storming over at an alarming speed*

Rio, turning to the woman: This is the part where I get the best sex of my life~

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

Deadpool & Wolverine, Agatha All Along, Venom: The Last Dance

2024 has been the year of the marvel gays

[incorrect-agatha]

Rio: I’ve got a few knives up my sleeve.

Jen: I think you mean cards.

Lilia: She does not.

Rio, pulling out knives: I do not.

[jubshead]

The reason why they didn't show or even mentioned Rio taking Lilia after her death is bc they fucked nasty after she died

[whotfelsewantedtobelynnyx]

Chat, I regret to inform you that I have added a new hyperfixation…so…

Agatha All Along Incorrect Quotes!

Alice: Hold the fuck up.

Also Alice, crawling into Lilia’s lap: It’s me. I’m the fuck up. Hold me.

Rio: I have an idea!

Jen: No murder.

Rio, sighing petulantly: I no longer have an idea.

Lilia: I have a bad feeling about this…

Agatha: What do you mean?

Alice: Don’t you ever get that little voice in the back of your head that tells you if something is going to get you in trouble?

Agatha: No.

Jen: That actually explains so much.

Lilia: As far back as I can remember, I’ve always had this little voice in my head telling me to “live it up today, because there’s not gonna be a lot of tomorrows”.

Agatha: You do realize there’s medication designed to get rid of those kinds of voices, right?

Teen: A bird flew in through my window and I’m trying to befriend it.

*later*

Agatha: Why don’t you quit bothering me and go talk to your bird friend?

Teen: Matthew and I are not speaking at the moment.

*the coven, huddling together behind a makeshift shelter to shield themselves from repeated gunshots*

Alice, hastily shoving the others behind her so she can return fire: Agatha, do you have any idea who would want to shoot you?!

Agatha, squashed between Jen and Rio: Many people want to shoot me. I take great pride in that!

Jen, glaring at the group as she hands over bail money:

Alice, tapping her shoulder: What about Teen?

Jen, glaring more: I’ve got to bail him out too? Where’s Agatha?

Teen: No one called her. We used Lilia’s phone call to call Alice and Rio’s to call you. Then Rio used my phone call to vote for American Idol.

Rio: :)

Jen: Rio isn’t answering her phone.

Agatha: Here, I’ll try.

Jen: Alice and I have tried six times each, what makes you think that-

Rio, picking up on the first ring: Hey, sweetheart.

Agatha: The ends always justify the means!

Jen: Do you know who said that?

Agatha: Was it Oprah or someone nice and great like that?

Jen: It was Machiavelli. A decidedly non-Oprah like person.

Jen: I bet you didn’t even finish the thing I asked you to get done!

Agatha: For your information, I most certainly did! Got it done last night!

Teen, whispering to Agatha: You didn’t get it done, did you?

Agatha, whispering back: I don’t even know what she’s talking about.

Lilia: I am at a loss for words!

Teen, glancing at the camera like his mom like he’s on The Office: Despite being lost for words, Lilia yelled at us for the next 45 minutes.

Agatha, carrying Señor Scratchy out of the room:

Señor Scratchy: *snuggles under her chin*

Agatha, kissing his head: You are being punished. Please stop being adorable. I love you.

Teen: I got a trampoline tent for summer sleepovers!

Jen, whispering to the other adult witches: …think of all the sex.

Alice: There are two types of people.

Rio: If you wanted to eat someone, you could put a fire under it and slowly roast them :)

Lilia: …three. Three types of people.

Jen, cautiously: I can’t believe I didn’t notice this before, but…Teen, you are a little crazy.

Teen: Aren’t we all a little crazy here, Jen?

Jen: No, I mean you’re aging-ballerina, child-chess-prodigy, professional magician kind of crazy.

Teen: It’s my mom’s fault. You know, we come from a Jewish family, but she used to tell me the reason Santa didn’t come was because my room was too dirty.

Rio: I’ve come looking for trouble. And if I can’t find trouble, I WILL create some.

Alice: Do you trust me?

Lilia, smiling proudly at her: Yes.

Alice, who has been completely panicking: Wait, what? Why?!

Agatha, awkwardly glancing around for help: Er…Alice, I’m gonna be honest, I don’t know what to say to people who are crying. So I’m just gonna hope that the tone of my voice makes you think I do, okay, sweetie?

Alice, sniffling: …thanks, Agatha.

Agatha, patting her on the back with a bit too much enthusiasm: No problem, kid.

Lilia: I told Agatha about it weeks ago!

Teen: She WHAT?

Agatha: What??? Lilia says insane shit all the time, how was I supposed to know this one was true?!

Lilia: Bank accounts are a sham created by the shadow government!

Agatha: SEE?!

BONUS:

Wanda, watching from the afterlife: so…when exactly do kids grow out of that whole emo, rebellious stage?

Lorna, shrugging: I don’t know. Alice is still in it.

[nyoclosmom]

GUYS AGATHRIO'S 76 IN THE TOP 100 2024 TUMBLR SHIPS

[leoleolovesdc]

We are not talking nearly enough about the way when agatha reaches rio's face she stops there, rio is the one who goes towards her

[westminster-insider]

DATE NUMBER 19 - New York, USA. Winning Bid: @franciscovidal with £5,500. Total Bids: 1.

"A trip to New York to visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Empire State Building, Central Park, and do a food tour of the city together."

Partner: @jessi-reyes

[draco-glacialis]

*The Coven sat around together*

Alice: Agatha why do you always smile? Like even when angry or hurt etc?

Agatha: Just because you see a smile doesn't mean you know what's going on underneath. A smile is a valuable tool my dear, it inspires your friends, keeps your enemies guessing, and ensures no matter what comes your way, you are in control.

Lilia: …you use it as a defence mechanism…

Agatha: …yes. I do. Facial expressions, my words, speech patterns. Majority of the time they aren’t genuine, merely a defence mechanism I’ve had to learn, use and perfect. I communicate through actions more than words. A person is less likely to lie when it comes to actions. It’s not impossible of course. But in the heat of the moment a person’s instinctual actions can tell you a lot about them.

*Coven realising how many times Agatha has instinctively tried to protect them even when powerless*

[aparticularbandit]

Heart's Desire

Summary: In old coven trials, they cast the spell Heart's Desire on their condemned.

The spell manifested a new, illusory world, wherein the condemned were given everything they ever wanted. For a serial killer, the world might be full of victims for them to tear apart, or it could show a world where the trauma that triggered their sequence of murders never existed. It's believed that the original purpose of the spell was to provide empathy for the condemned, but by the time it was used on Agatha, its more common use was one of punishment.

To learn what the condemned wanted most and then to make sure that they never gained it.

For a long time, no one realized that living through the spell and coming out the other side was often torture enough, and once they did, the Heart's Desire was considered a last resort.

This realization occurred roughly a hundred years before the spell was used on Agatha.

Her mother just didn't care.

Rating: T.

AO3

“Oh, no,” Agatha whispers as she walks into the room.  Her fingers hook into the threads of magic surrounding her – surrounding all of them – and cling to it as though that will soothe her, as though that will make her feel better.  She looks towards it, even though it has no physical form, and her gaze drifts through the magic on which she is focusing to where Rio stands beyond it, even though she doesn’t see her.  “Not again.”

She knows the spell.

In this moment, just as it falls about them, Agatha knows the spell.  She can taste it in the air, just as she can taste the counter-spell on her tongue.  It isn’t an easy spell; it isn’t an easy counter.  The coven would need to help her stop it before it takes root in their minds, before it encompasses them, before it becomes so much harder to leave.

But she knows the spell.

Agatha says nothing, and she lets it wash over her.

~

When Agatha was eighteen years old, her first coven put her on trial.  She’d reached too far above her station, they said, and she deserved to be punished for her sins, no matter what reasoning she’d had to reach for that knowledge.  It mattered little how well they all knew of her problems controlling her power and the damage that lack of control caused; maybe they’d been looking for a way to end her ever since she was born.  (Her mom certainly had.)

Afterwards, the rumors circulated that Agatha murdered her coven.

No one really cared what came before the murder.

~

The spell encompasses all of them.

It stretches out from Agatha’s heart and ripples outward – unseen and invisible, but an effect all the same – and it takes advantage of her knowledge of the others to grow and expand and engulf them the same way it engulfs her.  She doesn’t see them, but she knows that they won’t feel the sharp stabbing spears through them the way she does know, won’t feel their entire brain smoking as what feels like flames flicker on either side of their head.

They aren’t the center.

Agatha is the center.

It draws on her and from her, and she feels herself stretching thinner and thinner until—

~

In old coven trials, they cast the spell Heart’s Desire on their condemned.

The other witches in the coven would carry something on them to remind them that the world they were in and seeing was not the real one, so that they could invoke the counter-spell as soon as they learned what they wanted to learn.

The spell manifested a new, illusory world, wherein the condemned were given everything they ever wanted.  For a serial killer, the world might be full of victims for them to tear apart, or it could show a world where the trauma that triggered their sequence of murders never existed – a world where their mother might still be alive, a world where they weren’t abused, a world where their high school sweetheart never left them.

It’s believed that the original purpose of the spell was to provide empathy for the condemned – that more of the worlds seen were something like the latter instead of the former – but by the time it was used on Agatha, its more common use was one of punishment.

To learn what the condemned wanted most and then to make sure that they never gained it.

Sometimes, this took the form of multiple interlacing spells. Sometimes, this meant they were locked away.  Sometimes, this meant they were stuck in a family with people who cared about them because for some people, that’s more torturous than anything else.  (Sometimes, after growing close to them, they were forced to kill them.  Multiple condemned could be dealt with in this manner.)

For a long time, no one realized that living through the spell and coming out the other side was often torture enough.

Once they did, the Heart’s Desire spell was considered a last resort.  Worse than that.  It’s better to kill the condemned than it is to put them through all of that.

This realization occurred roughly a hundred years before the spell was used on Agatha.

Her mother just didn’t care.

~

Lilia snaps out first.

Agatha is the center, and so the spell builds the others’ illusions based on her unspoken and unconscious assumptions of what they most want might be.  She knows quite a lot about magic, but she doesn’t know as much as she pretends to know about each of her so-called coven members, and she certainly doesn’t know much about Lilia Calderu.

Lilia sees through the illusion almost immediately.

Almost.

She has never personally been under the Heart’s Desire, but she has been one who cast it, centuries before Agatha was born, before anyone understood what it meant.  As a result, she still remembers the spell to protect herself, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t still shed a single tear when she dispels the illusion surrounding her and makes herself little more than a spectator.

Agatha might know much about her, but she knows enough for it to hurt.

She does not hold this against her.  Agatha is not the one who cast the spell; the Road did.  She didn’t choose this torture.

No one would.

~

Agatha tries not to think about the time she spent under the spell during her Salem trial.

None of it was real after all.

But she remembers how nice it was to have a mother who loved her, to have a full coven who supported her, to have friends among the other daughters of her coven, to be accepted.

If she thinks about it, she misses it.

(And then refuses to say anything about it to anyone else.  Her desires sound so pitiful.  She has all this magic, all this talent, all of this witchcraft and knowledge.  But in the end, when she was a kid, she just wanted to be normal.)

((For a witch, anyway.))

~

Alice sees through the illusion almost as soon as Lilia does – not because the spell isn’t able to mostly accurately predict what Alice most wants, but because she’s already, in a sense, been given that.

The illusion gives Alice her mother back, crafting a world where she never died in that fire, where her music lives on even more than just that Ballad that has haunted her entire life.  But it’s the Ballad itself that breaks Alice out; it plays in the background as her mother dances in front of a fireplace, and the music and the flickering flame remind her—

She knows what happened to her mother.

This isn’t it.

When Lilia arrives for her, Alice isn’t ready to leave the illusion, but she does so regardless.

Her entire life, Alice has wanted to protect people.  She couldn’t protect her mom.  But she can protect the others.

~

Evanora broke the spell.

Evanora said the spell must have been set wrong.

Evanora said there was no way that Agatha wanted a life that she’d always had, if not for her wickedness.

Evanora said a lot of things.

Evanora’s coven believed her.

~

The world created by the Heart’s Desire has layers.

Lilia wants to get Teen first – like Alice, he wouldn’t know about the spell and certainly wouldn’t know how to break himself out of it if he caught what was going on – but he was closest to Agatha when the spell was set, still closest to Agatha in terms of the world they inhabit.

And there’s a darkness there.

Something she can’t see.

Alice wants to stay behind, to see if she can cut through to get to him, but Lilia counters.  Three witches are better than two.

They find Jen glorying in her power.  It takes Alice’s protection spells to break her out.  Even still, Jen doesn’t want to believe them, but she listens when Lilia gives her a small test – if she sets the counter-spell, then that proves the illusion one way or the other.  Jen doesn’t change her mind, but she says the spell anyway.

She cries when her magic is ripped from her again.

~

Evanora doesn’t want to try the Heart’s Desire spell again.  Someone did it wrong – or maybe Agatha herself is the one screwing it up, the same way that her natural magic screws everything else up.  Since they can’t figure out what she wants most, they should blast her.  They should end her the way that covens have been ending problematic, murderous, evil witches from the very beginning.

Because they refuse to believe what they saw as spectators, they don’t realize that in attempting to murder Agatha, they are doing exactly the opposite of what she wants.

Torture on torture on torture.

(She’s so tired.)

~

The three spectating witches look at darkness.

Lilia suggests that the sigil prevents them from seeing Teen’s desires the same way that it prevents them from knowing his name or anything personal about him.

Jen says that’s foolish – the spell is centered on Agatha, who knows just as much about Teen as they do and who certainly wouldn’t be able to provide the spell with enough information to give him anything remotely correct for what he might possibly want.  None of them could.  The sigil shouldn’t prevent them from seeing lies.

Alice pushes past both of them into the darkness because saving Teen is more important than trying to figure out why they can’t see shit.

~

Agatha’s son is dating another boy.

She hasn’t met him yet – in point of fact, Nicholas hasn’t said anything about it yet – but she can tell.

A mother can always tell.

~

Jen says it would probably be better if they called Teen by something other than Teen.  If they don’t use his real name, how can he even hear them?

Alice ignores her.  She’s taking in the monochromatic grayscale surrounding them as the darkness shifts more from a black void into what might as well be the colors of an old TV sitcom.  Before her grandmother died, she’d introduced them to some of the old shows she’d used to learn English, saying lines as the characters did and laughing, smiling.  The fact that Teen seems to now be living in one – she can only assume, since she can’t see anything else – and that Agatha seems to think that’s what he wants more than anything—

It makes her uncomfortable, if she’s honest about it.

(She won’t say that to the others.  They wouldn’t get it.)

Lilia catches sight of Teen first.  She points him out, gestures to the others, and then stops.  Is that other boy with him his boyfriend?

~

Agatha sighs as she shares lunch and tea with her mother.  It’s a constant weekly event: every Wednesday, lunch and tea with her mom.  So they can catch up.  Sometimes they meet more often than that, when they want to see each other or when something bad happens, but that hasn’t been the case in a while.

She confides her worries about Nicholas with her.

Worries is maybe the wrong word.  She’s not worried about him.  She just doesn’t understand why he won’t come out and say what’s going on with her.  It’s not like she would mind.  Has he met her?

Her mother just laughs.  She reminds Agatha that she hadn’t wanted to tell her she was dating a girl either.

Agatha smiles, snide, and runs her finger along the lip of her teacup.  It wasn’t that she hadn’t wanted to tell her mother she was dating a girl.  She hadn’t wanted to tell her she was dating—

~

Teen won’t listen to them.

Teen can’t see them.

It’s entirely possible that Teen can’t hear them, either, so it’s not intentional that he isn’t listening to them.  With no way of seeing what he’s seeing – other than the boy he’s with, a boy that he calls Nicholas – they have no way of inserting themselves in the world he’s seeing.  They aren’t spectators here.  They can’t reach him.

Alice volunteers to stay with him while the other two go on ahead, but Lilia says a witch with protective magic will be of particular use when they speak with Agatha.  Jen suggests that Lilia stay behind, but Lilia chastises her – Jen hadn’t been able to realize her own illusion was just that, and she wouldn’t have known the counter-spell if Lilia hadn’t taught it to her.  Of the three of them, Lilia has the most experience.

Jen stays behind, while the other two go on ahead.

~

Agatha’s wife tugs on her sleeve.

They need to go.  Coven meeting, after all, and Agatha can’t miss that.

Agatha doesn’t ask how Rio got there so quickly, how she just appeared as though she’d been there the entire time.  She had been there the entire time; she was just very good about not being seen until – or unless – she wanted to be seen.

Rio kisses her.

They need to go.

Now.

Agatha glances over to her mother, and her heart aches.  She doesn’t understand why it should.  Life has always been like this.  Life will always be like this.  She’ll see her next week – or sooner, if she wants.  It’s okay to leave.

Rio mentions that Nicholas said something to her about bringing someone over to meet them.

Agatha leaves immediately.

~

Rio is never under the spell, or if she was, she’s already broken it by the time Alice and Lilia show up.  Alice glares at her – if she’s been out all this time, then why hasn’t she gotten Agatha out yet?  Only one of them is necessary for that, right?  They could have been done with this shit.

But Rio just shrugs.  It’s not her call.

Lilia’s brow furrows – she guesses something; she sees something – but whatever she guesses or sees, she doesn’t say.  It’s a suspicion, nothing more.  The more important thing is the smile on Agatha’s face that looks so weird and wrong there because it’s a happy smile, and it’s only on seeing this one that she and Alice have to realize that none of the others have been real.

Agatha invites them inside.  There’s a coven meeting.  Her son should be joining them.

Her son? Alice mouths as they follow Agatha inside, but Lilia doesn’t meet her eyes.  She’s heard the rumors, and she’s not surprised.

To be quite honest, Lilia isn’t surprised with anything they see spiraling out from Agatha.  A happy home.  A happy marriage.  It’s possible she noticed an older witch leaving the illusion – perhaps Agatha’s mother.  That was the other thing about the Heart’s Desire spell: more often than not, what people most wanted was this.  Most people didn’t want global reign or infinite power or everyone dead at their feet.  What they really wanted was—

There doesn’t need to be a knock at the door, but there is.

Lilia turns, sees Jen outside the window with wide and frustrated eyes, and makes the connection first.

She makes the wrong connection, of course, but she makes the connection nevertheless.

~

Agatha opens the door to Jen – another coven member, running later than normal, but she was likely preoccupied with someone who needed her magical expertise, and she says as much, not noticing the cringe on Jen’s face, since she’s focused on someone else.

Nicholas.

Agatha brushes her hands through her son’s dark hair as his bright blue eyes shift from her to the boy he’s brought with him.  He introduces her – she doesn’t recognize the name, and she turns to the teen with an eyebrow raised.  Then she recognizes who he is: Wanda’s magical boy.  She beams.

They’ll be building a coven of their own soon, so it’s perfect that they’ve found each other.  It’s always better to know that there’s someone in your coven that you can trust from the start, so that you won’t be alone.

Wanda’s boy says Wanda won’t be joining them today.  Some sort of superhero business with his robot dad.

That’s fine.  They can continue without her.

~

The other witches can only stare as Agatha has a conversation with Teen and Nicholas that they cannot hear.

Jen’s eyes narrow.  This is proof, after all, that Agatha must have set the sigil.  She’s the only one who is able to communicate with Teen within the world that he’s created, so—

Lilia doesn’t think that’s true.  Whatever world is in is one of Agatha’s own creation, spiraling out from the Heart’s Desire spell.  Of course, she would be able to speak through it to Teen.  It’s centered on her—

Alice just wants to know how they break the thing.  She turns to Rio and then to Lilia.  One of them has to know.  Spill.

~

The first crack comes.

Agatha tucks her fingers into the magic she always feels all around her.

It feels wrong.

It’s felt wrong for the past several….

Oh, she knows better.  This spell doesn’t care about time, so however much she thinks has passed, it’s probably not correct.

Agatha tucks her fingers into the magic and feels the lie again and feels the others trying to snap it.  To snap her out of it.  But the Road has changed the spell; she feels that, too.  So when she looks up with the light in her eyes, she reaches out, finds the thread tied around Teen’s neck like a noose, and snaps it.

He wakes.

His brows furrow.

Teen says he was home.  Like nothing ever changed.

Agatha smiles.  That’s the spell.  She wants to reach out and cup his face, but she doesn’t.  Instead, she tells him to leave.

He refuses – says he won’t leave her—

That’s not the point.

Agatha looks to the others.  They see.  One by one, they leave, guided by a Lilia who knows exactly what has to happen and who knows that whatever it is, they don’t want to see it.  She places a hand gentle on Teen’s back and leads him out.  It takes a moment, but then Jen follows.  She’s curious, but not that curious.  Alice hesitates, gaze landing on Rio.  Isn’t she going to leave?  Why do they have to leave?

Rio meets her eyes.  They have to leave because Agatha doesn’t want them to see.  She gets to stay because Agatha wants her to stay.

When Alice is gone and the door’s shut tight behind her, Rio turns to Agatha.  She doesn’t say anything.

Agatha turns to Nicholas and holds him to her chest.

(She knew, she knew, she knew, she knew, but a few stolen seconds under this stupid, stupid spell is better than nothing.)

((She’d stay here if she could.))

She takes Nicholas’s neck in her hands.

Takes a deep breath—

~

Teen hears the sharp snap of broken bone and looks up just in time to see Agatha staring at him through the windowpane, her son’s neck shattered in her hands.

~

Agatha tells him later, when she knows that he’s Billy, why the spell felt so familiar to him.  It’s the base of the one Wanda used to create the Hex, making the world her own Heart’s Desire.

Billy’s brow furrows.

He doesn’t ask about Nicholas.

[milli-moi]

Still laughing over the fact we thought Nicholas Scratch was the most out there pregnancy we'd ever see on Disney+ then What if said 'hold my beer.'

Ps. As a very gay person I’m biased but I think I prefer the Agatha Method over duck-corkscrew-shaped shenanigans

[ofutopia]

Having some feelings about Agatha all along and Nicky's death. Might do something about all of this later (or not).

I have seen the idea floating around that Nicky died that day because Agatha was giving Rio bodies and didn't do it that particular day. I don't subscribe to that theory at all.

However, Rio didn't pick that day at random (which is out of character for Death) and Nicky knew it was coming ("My mother need me home") You can choose to interpret this line in so many ways that I'm not done analysing it.

And all of that gives Agatha and Nicky a final night only the two of them, a night when they didn't pull a con which Nicky had come to despise. (the very cons that defined them until now but he wanted to stop if only for one night)

And Rio comes for him on that very night. (she's part of it in a fucked way but she's part of it)

[ID: Nicky on the River bank in the woods]

Look at that face... One minute he's so anxious and she starts to sing and all fears are gone. Fore one night it's only them (Apologies for lack of work on lightning, I'm posting without reworking my screenshot and doing it on the go).

Anyway don't know where I'm going with this. But I'm going there.