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AGATHA HARKNESS & RIO VIDAL Agatha All Along, 1.04 If I Can't Reach You / Let My Song Teach You

Aubrey Plaza as Rio Vidal in Agatha All Along (2024) 1.01

Rio & Agatha in Agatha All Along (2024) - 1.01 Seekest Thou The Road

take my “what canonically doomed femslash ship from media i consumed in high school are you” quiz

i have concepts of thoughts

even depressed they still serve face

AGATHA ALL ALONG 1x01, "Seekest Thou the Road"

Alicent Hightower shitposting.

me: i think i’m projecting but the chorus of taste sounds really homoerotic

sabrina: no yeah

Rhaenicent based off that one pic

rhaenyra and alicent have one of the worst cases of service top/bratty bottom that i seen possibly ever

imagine drawing a knife on someone and still getting bossed around

I'm wavering dangerously close to watching this show to figure out their dynamic for myself. And by dangerously close I mean I've written 3000 words based on a few scene compilations and I need to know if I got it right or not

you're serving. your father is unemployed and you're serving

“you have no idea the sacrifices made to put you on that throne” alicent, your extremely heartbreaking teenage lesbian situationship still haunts you, PLEASE just tell her you love her

the only thing staying this woman's hand is the westerosi equivalent of a catholic upbringing

Oh so ur a writer?? Prove it. Drop the last sentence of ur wip in the tags

sit down, child, and listen.

There are things, child, that you will not understand. You will ask and you will be denied; you will slam your fists against closed doors and beg them open. They will not respond. You will live with this.

There are people, child, that will drain you. They will come into your life and they will take time you cannot afford to give. You will entertain them until you learn that they leave just as quickly as they come. You will regret time lost. You will live with this. 

There are loves, child, that will shatter and shape you. You will love your parents and they will pass. You will seek shelter in faceless lovers’ arms. You will not find The One, but you will meet someone you adore and put the work in to love. You will be content. You will live with this. 

There are lives, child, that we all must lead. Yours will not be perfect nor pretty, but it is yours. You will strive to be happy and sometimes you will come up short. You will cry and scream and laugh and learn. You will live.

One day I might get tired of drawing them, today is not that day.

goodbye, jen

well, jen, you stood at the door and said goodbye, right in the middle of our conversation. and a second later - that door was gone. left me alone between four walls you had constructed with your very hands, but i can't blame you - who took the door away? we'd never know what leaves us trapped in loneliness, but i have so many questions. so many - i mean, forget about the why, jen. what did you have for breakfast? did you listen to coldplay on the train again, and did isaac tell you that he loved you that day? was it him, or was it me? never mind, i told you to forget about the why. is there even a why? me? i'm figuring it out. it took me a while, and i found a crack in the walls. i'm squeezing myself out. when i'm free and breathing, maybe i'd have pizza today, jen. you know, i remember you everytime i have a margharita. not because you like it, but because you called it the basic bitch of pizza. i remember you laughing at your own joke, so much so that i smiled. so thank you for that last conversation, jen. i won't see you on the other side yet, but i'm slowly getting over to this side, where i belong.

you know what i'm gonna get sappy for a second bear with me

there are a lot of posts and memes for writers about how hard writing is and how annoying it can be and how dispiriting it can feel when we don't make progress the way we'd like to. and those are true, and relatable, and funny! i've been there!

but maybe it doesn't get said enough in the other direction, so I'm gonna say it: I love writing. i love the process of putting phrases together and testing them for cadence and flow; i love knowing that there is a word for exactly the thing I want to convey, even if I just can't think of it right now, and going onto a thesaurus and being like there she is, that's the one!

but more than anything, I love the ritual of constantly asking myself "okay, and then what happens?" and feeling the same sense of delighted surprise every single time when somehow, a part of me I wasn't consciously aware of knows the answer. that experience, where my brain provides me solutions I didn't know it was working on, feels like a miracle every time. and getting into a productivity groove where I keep knowing the answers is one of the best feelings on the planet.

and sure, sometimes I don't know the answer, and it's hard and unsatisfying and see above about how easy it is to joke about how writing's the pits, but... that just makes it even more special when I'm firing on all cylinders, you know?

anyway, yeah. w r i t i n g.