My Man 😮‍💨.

"I wanna be dominated"

- Aubrey Plaza

Does anyone think that them using “Work Song” by Hozier, is a sign?

The lyrics literally say:

“When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark Earth. No grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her.”

I mean it could just be a sad song choice or…

(I’m delusional and still holding out hope after sobbing)

The way she told him to strip has me feral!!!

Is it bad I want Gabbi to go with Hugh for a little bit to see how it plays out?

Omg this episode is so good. Also Gina I love you please keep telling them to step the fuck up before sir does.

Mr. Johnson giving advice is so sweet!!!

My favorite thing that happened on OFMD Twitter today, possibly my favorite thing ever? When #HoistTheAds went live and the cast and crew came out of the woodwork to let us know they felt the love. Every other post on my timeline all day consisted of people aggregating and sharing cast posts from other platforms (mostly Instagram). Pirate Dad himself David Jenkins was taking the time to personally like every single one of the 1200+ comments on his post, just to show us he was seeing them and give back the love fans were giving.

Truly something else. If after everything, we don't succeed, at least now we know that they know how much we love them.

I do love the promo revealing he gets out. The show saying yeah we know that you know if she's hurt prison don't mean shit to him

Not my artwork, credit to the artist (unlisted on my fb where I found this so if anyone finds the original artist please tag them so I can), but a post to celebrate the return of Tennant and Tate because I love then always and forever.

Keep seeing people confused by Agatha letting the world believe she traded her son instead of telling the truth, but…kinda tracks, tbh. Not for the rational mind, of course. Not if you’re looking at it clearly.

Which Agatha isn’t.

She did the worst thing, in her mind. She fell asleep. She fell asleep, knowing Death had bookmarked her son for later, and when she woke, found him snatched out from under her. She failed him as his mother. She let go. And all the power in all the world wouldn’t be enough to bring him back.

So does the wildly grieving woman who has just lost her only child (to presumably her greatest love, but that’s a city-sized suitcase for another day) let herself go through the process of coping with and adapting to that grief? Fuck no! What is she, common?? She goes on a power bender! Even though the kid she prized in her heart of hearts seemed less than into that very thing! Even though that kid may have been able, given enough time, to convince her to stop! So now, not only did she fail him, but she also opted to speed race down Murder Road! For power! That she still won’t ever be able to use to get him back!

It gets muddled, after decades and centuries of this feeling. It grows teeth. In a way, she did trade him for power. In a way, she’ll always have that sitting on her chest. Never mind that it’s not true. Never mind that she wasn’t a bad mother at all (in this respect, anyway). Never mind that he was sick, and this was always coming. For Agatha, who has been stewing on this story she’s been telling herself for centuries, it is what happened. She traded her son. She did the unforgivable. She fell asleep.