Nick Moutvic

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!

Our precious little antichrist with locks of gold, Langdon, began this week’s hour of AHS: Apocalypse by literally unseating top-bitch, Venable, at the head table, because just like his hair, Langdon’s actions are layered.

Well, another season of ‘American Horror Story’ is here. Hopefully, you’ve enjoyed the last 10 months of regular breathing and quiet, blush-free evenings and not having a heart attack every Wednesday night. But sorry—not anymore!