Well, We’re finally there, the end of the end of the world.
Ryan Murphy is dangerously close to catching these hands.
Oh, what, you’re a white, cis man and you can’t navigate the world made for you? Walk into the river, you’re useless.
“I’m Constance Langdon,” says Constance Langdon, “And this is my fucking house.”
Get a fucking grip, Gill! You don’t have “a million friends,” there are like seven people there, and they all look cracked out.
If someone gives Misty the heebie-jeebies, we listen to her. Period.
This week on American Horror Story: Apocalypse, we learned that big witch energy is reserved for women, and so they launched an episode-long-wink-wink-nudge-nudge examination of the patriarchy.
P.S. Does anyone know if Randa’s cousin ever un-disappeared?
I’M A HOMOSEXUAL HAVING A PANIC ATTACK BECAUSE THE WITCHES ARE FINALLY BACK BLESSED BE THE GODDESS SO MOTE IT BE.
Get ready, Marshmallows, because the Veronica Mars revival is officially a go!