This Is Exactly What I’ve Been Needing. 💜

Ok but Rio kissing with her eyes opened while Agatha kisses with them shut says a lot about the dynamic 🤔

ok but looking at the whole thing from rios perspective is actually devastating like what do you mean your love asked you for time with her son so you bent the laws of the universe to give it to her and then when his time runs out and you take him, in a nice and gentle way that involves a goodbye kiss, she hates you for it anyway.

tragic doomed for the start in this essay I will-

They are so gay, i love it

AGATHA ALL ALONG 1.07 - Death's Hand In Mine

Did we get a Agathario origin story? No. Will we get one in the future? Maybe. Will we see them both again? Definitely (Rio hates the idea of ghosts and will definitely pursue Agatha). Did we get assurance that Agatha is going to be a bigger part of the MCU? Hell yeah. Did we all sob like babies at Nicky’s history? Yes.

WAS THAT ONE HELL OF A KISS?

FUCK YEAH.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was damn good. I am so excited to see these stories played out further.

I also have all the fuel I need for so much fanfiction.

Everyone is talking about how Nicky wrote the ballad with Agatha, yet noone is talking about how Agatha calls her magic "my purple" because thats what Nicky was calling it

Aubrey Plaza as Rio Vidal/Death in AGATHA ALL ALONG (2024) 01x08 | "Follow Me My Friend / To Glory at the End"

Imagine you're a 400+ century old witch and you somehow end up falling in love with the female embodiment of death, who then has to take your son's soul after he dies, which results in you hating her. Now, you're trying to get your power back, and after years, and i mean YEARS, of not seeing her, she comes along the journey to help you and your coven get to the end of a death mission. You know what she is, you know why you don't like her, but you also know that beyond that you can never hate her. She's the only woman you've truly ever loved, and just her touch can drive you crazy. You spend each day thinking of and yearning for her, and then when the teenager you've taken under your wing almost dies, you plead with her not to take him. She does this for you, she doesn't take him, just for you. And in a campfire circle surrounded by your newfound family, she tells them all of a woman she once loved, who she is physically and emotionally pained by everyday, knowing that she hurt this woman more than she can ever explain, and more than anyone can ever imagine. She says this woman is her scar, a mark of failure and devastation she has to carry with her for the rest of her life. This woman is you. You leave to breathe, knowing it was you, knowing that just the simple word "loved" coming out of her mouth when she was talking about you made every bone in your body ache for her. She follows you, puts her hand on your back, and you can't help but to pull her in for a hug, it feels like heaven, like you're soaring above the sky with nothing else in the world but the two of you, and you realize you haven't felt the gentle touch of this woman since what happened. In your moment of longing and desperation, you cup her face, and you pull her in for a kiss, not only inches apart, but centimeters. A single breath holds her apart from you, and all those feelings you have for her rush back to you in an instant. She embraces it, but pulls back at the very moment. She knows you are vulnerable, she knows you're in pain, she knows you're not ready to feel her again. So she says your name, and she looks at you the way she always has. She didn't have to say it for you to know she loves you, and you weren't sure if her reluctance made you love her or long for her more, or both.

SILLY LITTLE GUY MEOWS MORALES

She is my scar.