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Another Saturday, another episode! Let's take a look at Keeping Up A-fear-ances!
(Good lord I'm starting to make myself sound like some sort of content creator)
Oh, okay, we're just starting at that level of intensity, huh?
Chest gem origins
Gwendolyn not being satisfied with managing the curse and determined to cure it? I'm sure this won't be a real world allegory in the slightest.
Oh, so Eda literally just stumbles upon the portal? I could call that contrived, but honestly it's not dissimilar to how Dipper found Journal 3. For that matter, the entirety of Lord of the Rings is predicated on an accidental discovery like this and nobody gave Tolkien shit about it.
Was the eye on the portal cracked in previous episodes? I don't remember.
Seems like Gwen is the "well-meaning but ultimately misguided" flavor of mom.
As an aside, I am now quite curious about how Eda's first trip to the human realm went. Maybe a future episode will cover it? At any rate, I smell a new favorite fic prompt.
The screaming alarms in the Demon Realm will never not be funny to me.
Also, that is a worrying number of hearts. Eda is straight up murdering these poor creatures.
For some reason the gold fang being removable never occurred to me as a possibility, and now I feel like a kid who's discovered that Santa isn't real.
Oh hey, the new outfit! I'm also impressed how close to symmetrical that tearing was.
I need to get a screencap of Luz sleeping on that stack of books because she is adorable.
Also, staying up all night researching? This season seems determined to completely eradicate the notion of Luz being dumb, and I am here for it.
I have a feeling the Hexside mug will be making its way to The Mystery Shack in the near future.
Lilith's first experience with transformation and she seems understandably horrified.
The curse acting stronger when stressed? That seems...important.
Ah, so the dismemberment is from the curse! A surprisingly useful side effect from what we've seen so far.
Can I just say that I appreciate how Eda's reaction to Lilith's first taste of transformation is immediate remedy, explanation, and reassurance? And doesn't make any snarky comments along the lines of "now you know what it's like?" Whatever happened in that week and a half must have been cathartic as hell.
"Always. Always curious." Luz is the TOH fandom.
(Also, Eda, you know she is, considering how much she went on about your "mysterious past" at the Covention)
"Magic bird tornado?!" Luz has a way with words that's just *chef's kiss*.
"Gwendolyn." Eda is already just fucking done.
"MOM?!?!" Jeez, Lilith, you're just now hearing all this?
I was charmed by how motherly Gwen was acting toward Eda, but then she kinda just...dismissed Lilith, and now I'm somehwat less charmed.
(Sweet flea as a term of endearment is kinda cute, though might have some unfortunate implications depending on how you want to interpret it)
"Who knows what they put in those nasty concoctions?" OH WE GOING FOR THE ANTI-VAXXERS NOW YESSSS
Luz and Lilith's reaction to that whole exchange is priceless.
Everyone's perspective here makes perfect sense for who they are and what they've been through.
Poor Lilith. Her cursing Eda is beginning to make more sense.
Ah, thus begins the collaboration.
"We'll be consulting someone very special." Why does that seem so...ominous?
Is there anyone who watched this episode for the first time whose bullshit detector didn't go off immediately when Gwen mentioned finding someone who promised a cure?
Heh, Palm Stings.
Nonbelievers will be blinded by the power of the tome? I'm sure they will be, Wartlop.
I must say, as something of a scientist myself (okay that's not true, I'm a QA tech for a food manufacturer, but I do have a chemistry degree), I am 100% here for the swings being taken at faith healing/"miracle" cures/anti-vaxxers in this episode
Oh, we Wile E. Coyote now, huh?
Also, interesting how much apple blood is being played up in this episode.
Lilith please you're projecting your mommy issues on a literal child
OH WE REALLY JUST WILE E. COYOTE HUH?
You're right, Luz, Gwen's bicep game is goals.
(Somewhat disappointed the scars are from questing and not beastkeeping, but eh)
Why do I get the feeling there's gonna be a future episode where everybody stages an intervention for Eda's apple blood problem?
"Those feathers mean we're driving the beast out" Gwen no
Hooty is holding the brain cell? Oh no...
If that ice cream came from the Night Market it would explain why Lilith sounds drunk.
(Side note: I can't be the only one getting flashbacks to Mermista's ice cream binge, right? Different context, but still)
"Abomi-berry" "Franken fruit" "Key slime pie" These are A+ flavor names.
Oh, there's the transformation...
I must say that whole segment kinda rubbed me the wrong way. The way King's opinion on his dad was changed seemed...I don't know how to describe it. I get that they needed a trigger for Lilith's transformation, but honestly if any part of the episode is contrived it's this.
"¡It really is that good!" So that's what an accent slip in written form looks like. (The upside down exclamation point is used in Spanish, in case anyone didn't know)
I keep half expecting Eda to say "Beep! Beep!" at this point.
Luz is finally asking questions. Took long enough.
Ah, the classic "moving the goal posts to extract more money from a desparate family member" technique.
Luz channeling Scorpion, we love to see it.
There is an exquisite irony in Eda's mom being scammed, I must say.
Ah, so that's where the elixirs went. Dammit, Gwen.
Luz is definitely thinking "Are you fucking kidding me right now?!"
Beast!Lilith is massive.
"Sweet flea?" Gwen just realized she done goofed.
"I can see you still need a little time." God Luz is so fucking smart.
The con revealed.
OH DAMN SCARY MAMA
(Also I am terrified of bees/wasps, so extra scary mama in my book)
The scam is revealed, goblins, getting back into the Wartlop disguise is kinda pointless.
She joined the Beast Keeping coven entirely to cure the curse? That's dedication. A shame you couldn't have spared some of that for Lilith.
Still, I do like badass scary mama Gwen. I'd be down to see more of that.
Owl Beast fight!
I am slayed by the fact that the portraits are now officially a recurring gag 😂
Aw, here's The Moment™️
"My turn to drive" Does this imply cars are a thing on the Boiling Isles after all?
Lilith crying almost immediately💔 She was holding onto a lot of pain.
Yes, King, she was trying to do her best. I mean, road to hell or whatever, but at least Gwen got there in the end.
WHAT?! YOU'RE BREAKING UP LULU AND HOOTCIFER?!?!?!?
Terrace, that's just cruel. (Worthless brownie points for whoever understands that reference)
No, seriously, you can't just give me my favorite inter-character relationship in the series after Lumity and just...take it away like that, come on! 😭😭😭😭😭😭
I know I should remark on how Lilith told Gwen about the circumstances of the curse, how Gwen rightfully accepted responsibility for the whole situation, and how Luz finds the big hair aspirational, but...NOOOO DON'T END THE ADVENTURES OF LULU AND HOOTCIFER WHYYYYYYYYY💔😭💔😭💔😭
"BUT I CAN'T HOLD A PEN!"
I will never emotionally recover from this.
Okay, I think I got that out of my system. Anyway...
Not the only human, huh? Cue the "Belos is a human" theorists going into maximum overdrive.
That said, a tantalizing lore dump.
We certainly do have a lot of garbage. Some of it even holds office. HEY-O!
Setting up the next episode, too. Continuity!
Camp's over, huh? That means it's been three months.
Way to misdirect with Camila, guys. That said, we have now seen Camila cry and I HATE it. (In the right way, I think)
WHAT THE FUCK
HOLY SHIT
CREEPY LUZ IS REAL WHAT
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(It's hard to keysmash on a phone, even with autocorrect off)
That wraps it up! The flaws in this episode seem more pronounced than any others in the season so far, but the good stuff was really good! Overall a solid episode! I know everybody's looking forward to library Lumity in the next one (so am I), but I'm personally eager to see what they do with Gus. His part is the A plot, after all.
Anyway, I'll be back at this next week! Still hard to believe this is a thing, but that's life, I guess.
#the owl house#eda clawthorne#gwendolyn clawthorne#luz noceda#lilith clawthorne#king of demons#toh king#toh s2 spoilers#the owl house s2 spoilers#the owl house season 2 spoilers#toh spoilers#the owl house spoilers
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Based on @eijiroukiriot‘s excellent idea:
She’d fought for Newt and Bishop to be allowed to testify, too, but it didn’t make a difference. The tribunal didn’t want to hear from a child - even if she had been on colony since the beginning of The Incident (the only way it was referred to, aside from the more specific “The LV-426 Incident”) - and for some reason didn’t trust an android, despite his recollections being arguably clearer and more straightforward.
She suspected that Newt and Bishop had been stricken from the tribunal’s witness list because their testimony would be too damning. Instead, only she and Hicks were allowed, because their testimony could be minimized, their characters impugned in some way: Hicks was a grunt, he’d been injured (and thus presumably traumatized, calling his recollections into doubt), and, most importantly, he wasn’t the one who’d seen the colony’s logs. He wasn’t the one who’d been locked in a lab with two facehuggers. He knew only what she’d told him.
And, of course, she had those two not-so-little words in her file: “psychometric probation.” It didn’t matter that The Incident proved she hadn’t been crazy. What they were likely to see and hear was a woman who had already blown up one piece of expensive equipment and was now responsible for another. She’d be painted as the mastermind, the ringleader. They’d claim she went specifically to blow up the colony. I might as well be some sort of terrorist.
She and Hicks met with the lawyers who had brought suit against The Company. They provided as much information as they could, but most of their evidence had either blown up or had been taken by The Company. They spent hours being prepped, being told to remain calm on the stand, being told how to say what they had to say so it’d come across in the best light. It wasn’t quite lying. It was “a purposeful way of describing the truth.”
They were given keycards for a local hotel; the lawyers were putting them up at their own expense. You mean the expense of your clients, who lost friends and family members at Hadley’s Hope. She took the keycard though. The rooms had already been paid for. She shared a look with Hicks and knew: they would not be ordering room service or raiding the mini-bar.
They were taken to the hotel: nothing fancy, she was relieved to see, but not a dump. The room they’d been given had two queen-sized beds, shared a single nightstand between them, and overlooked the UV-and-pollution-shielded pool. There wasn’t a mini-bar, but there was a small fridge and a quickcook, along with that most blessed of all inventions: a coffee-maker.
“This is nicer than my last apartment,” she commented.
“Nicer than anywhere I’ve ever lived,” Hicks replied. “Which bed you want?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“I’ll take the one by the door then.” He dropped his USCM-issued duffel on that bed.
She turned to smile at him. “In case a Company-paid assassin breaks in and tries to kill us?” When he half-smiled and shrugged, she snorted and shook her head. “Still trying to protect me?”
“Hey, a Company-paid assassin could very well come in through the window,” he said, gesturing to the wide pane of shatter-proof glass. “Then you can protect me.”
She gave up and set her bag down on the bed by the window. Let him have the one by the door. Ultimately, he was right: it didn’t really matter. And it probably made him feel better to have someone to protect.
They split the duties: he went down to the konbini to pick up some food for them; she called Bishop to check up on Newt and Jones (since she’d left them both in his care). Then she took a shower and changed into a clean tank top and soft shorts. She was just coming out when the door beeped and Hicks walked back in.
“Just me,” he said.
“You always say that,” she pointed out.
“You always jump when the door opens,” he replied.
“You do it to Newt and Bishop, too.”
“Old habits.” He set the bag down on the small table. “I got an assortment; we’ll be here for a bit, after all.”
She wandered over. “Any beer?”
He chuckled as he pulled out a six pack and an already-chilled bottle, handing her the latter. “Got some water, too.” He moved to put the six-pack in the fridge.
She pulled the cap off and took a swig. “Insta-toast for the morning?”
“You a mind reader?” he asked.
“I wish.” She turned and went to sit on the edge of her bed. “I wouldn’t have gone back.”
He stopped unloading and turned to her. “You shouldn’t have had to. Burke lied to you, used the fact that you’d been through hell to bait you.”
“But if I hadn’t...” She sighed and looked him in the eye... the one remaining, anyway.
He held her gaze and then abruptly turned back to unpacking his haul. “Our lives don’t mean that what happened to you was right.”
“I know. But it makes me feel a little better.”
He was quiet a long moment. Then, “I’m glad.” He pulled out another chilled beer, popped the top, chugged it ‘til it was half gone before setting it down. “So, what’s your pleasure? French bread pizza? Ham and cheez omelet?”
“Ugh, I can hear the ‘z’ in ‘cheez’ when you say it.”
“Got some chicken fried rice, some pot roast with vaguely-gravy-flavored slime...”
She snorted and stood, taking another drink as she approached the bag. She grabbed the first one she saw. “I’ll take this one.”
“No cornbread with that one, so you should be safe.”
“You are never letting that go, are you?” she asked with a chuckle.
“Nope!” He grinned as best his scarred face was able and grabbed his beer. “I’m going to hit the shower; I’ll eat when I come out.”
“You’re going to drink beer in the shower?”
“Only way to do it sometimes. Back in Basic, we weren’t allowed booze, so if someone snuck in some beers, you’d sneak it into the head or into the showers, chug like your life depended on it. So, sometimes, I still do it. Just... like a salute to the old days.”
She nodded. “Just don’t fall down drunk in there. I’ll have to come save you.”
“Again.” He went to his duffel to get a change of clothes.
Her nod was a little more solemn this time. “Again.”
“Eat something,” he said. “If I come out and I don’t see you eating, I’m going to make you eat something else while I watch.”
“You’re not my father!”
“And you’re not the only one who can call Bishop and talk to Newt. I am under specific orders to make sure you take care of yourself.”
She huffed in mock-anger. “That little fink...”
“Eat,” he said again, before heading into the bathroom.
When the door shut behind him, she unwrapped the konbini meal she’d selected - it claimed to be penne with marinara - and shoved it into the quickcook. Less than a minute later, she sat down to partially-molten gluten tubes with sweetened ketchup (if you wanted to be honest about the taste). It came with a side of soggy cardboard that smelled sort of like garlic, and “a brownie” that was actually the best part of the whole meal, since it was basically a chocolate sponge.
Hicks came out in USCM-issued boxers, dog tags jingling. “Aw, you ate the brownie already. I was gonna ask if I could have it.”
“Never,” she said. “But I promise you can have all my cornbread for the rest of our lives.”
They both laughed, and he heated up the alleged chicken fried rice, dropping the tray on the table opposite her and taking his seat. They talked about anything except the tribunal, which they both viewed as a lost cause, or the media surrounding the case. They talked politics, sports, Newt’s improvement in grades since switching schools. They talked vaguely about therapy, about any chance of surgery for Hicks, but they never mentioned what they said to their doctors, never talked about why Hicks needed facial reconstruction and half a biomechanical heart in the first place.
Plastic trays & flatware in one recycle bin, glass beer bottles in the other. “I’m surprised you spring for the glass ones,” she said.
“Tastes better.”
“Mm.”
They tried to watch TV, but nothing caught her interest or his. Eventually, they gave up and turned in for an early night. She activated the dark setting on the windows and crawled into her bed, scooting under the covers before she reached out to turn off the light. “Good night, Dwayne. Don’t dream.”
“Yeah, you, too, Ellen.” The lights went out.
She’d told Newt, as they’d headed back to Earth, that maybe they could dream now. She’d wanted that to be true. But the reality was that dreams were never safe. She felt like she had fewer nightmares but that they were so much worse now. Falling asleep was a gamble, and not one she was always sure she wanted to take.
She watched Hicks roll over, putting his back to her. He’d chosen to sleep on one side of the bed, the side closest to the door. He was still thinking tactically, still putting himself between her and danger. He still wanted to protect her.
She watched his breathing even and slow and still couldn’t fall asleep. She rolled over, put her back to him, and stubbornly closed her eyes. Sleep stayed out of reach. But the fear that rose up this night wasn’t of losing any of her new friends; it wasn’t memories of what had happened; it wasn’t even her now long-held fear that she’d been... implanted with one of those things.
He wants to protect me, even when there’s nothing to protect me from. What happens when he realizes that? Will he leave then, duty done? Will he just walk back out of my life like everything that happened on LV-426 was just another day at the office?
It was ludicrous. It was laughable. Hicks wasn’t like that. No one could be like that. It was impossible to come through something like that and not be changed. But her fears weren’t rational. They slithered through her like acid in her blood, laying terrible thoughts in her mind.
It was so impulsive, she didn’t even think about it. It was as if she were reacting out of survival instinct: she threw off the covers of her bed, rose, and crossed to his. When she pulled the covers back on this side of the bed, he rolled over - he hadn’t been asleep at all, apparently. She laid down and scooted towards him; he welcomed her into his arms.
If this were a movie, there’d be some moment of desperate passion here, some long-standing need to have one another that overcame them both. But right now, all she needed was to know he was here. And, it seemed, having her here was all he needed as well.
They held each other, and she slept better than she had in ages. Sometimes, her eyes would open in the dark, and she’d find him there next to her, scarred but still breathing. She’d fall back asleep listening to the deep, soft inhale and exhale of him. And she had no need to dream, because he was right here beside her.
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OUAT 6x21/22
The I-was-too-busy-reblogging-posts-to-write-my-own season finale reaction post and then the momentum was lost... *Turns in homework extremely late*
Another kid forced to assume adult responsibility?
Well, mental patient Emma has got a much better deal than Belle had. Also, A & E are really one-trick ponies. Yet ANOTHER curse, memory loss, mental patient...
Fiona creeps me out so badly; I feel like I need a shower after watching her because I feel so icky and gross. Poor Henry. At least Regina seemed human and not a slime monster. There’s something about Fiona’s voice and her eyes that just sets me on edge.
Aww, Gideon working with his papa.
Those clothes do not suit Aladdin. How dare they cover up his floof.
Really, Regina? Are you so arrogant that you couldn’t even listen to Hook’s idea? *takes away points*
Go, Hook! Yay, Captain Charming! Beautiful, impassioned speech.
Belle having ‘walked out on’ Gold and Gideon just doesn’t have any resonance with me since I know it’s not true.
Welp, lots of Evil Cleavage in that scene, wasn’t there?
PLEASE MAY I BURN FIONA SLOWLY AT THE STAKE? THE SECOND I SAW THOSE STAIRS BEHIND HENRY, I KNEW WHAT SHE WAS GOING TO DO. WHY DOES THIS SHOW CONSTANTLY LET RAPISTS AND MURDERERS GO UNPUNISHED AND BRUTALISE CHILDREN? DAMN THEM ALL TO HELL
Dude, those pictures appear so photoshopped. Wise up, Rumpel. How can you not feel the evil radiating off of Fiona?
I bet Emma snatched the book back out of the fire.
Grandpastiltskin! *sigh* Really, Gold, you could have offered to help more. But you, Henry, could also have offered to help find Belle.
GO, HENRY!
It needed some fixing up on the outside, a fresh coat of paint and whatnot, but I actually like that little house that cursed Belle got.
You don’t get any brownie points for trying to fix what you broke in the first place, bitch. You had a chance to be a family with Rumpel and Malcolm and you threw it away. I wouldn’t even want Bae back if he were tainted by Fiona’s magic.
GO, RUMPEL! I’d be chanting ‘kill her!’ except that he doesn’t deserve to have that stain on his soul. OMG HE DID IT. MY HERO!
Crap, she still has Gideon’s heart. I do like ‘only light can snuff out the darkness’. Rumpel had better get recognition for this. Also, please dispose of her ashes safely, we do not want a repeat of the Zelena fiasco.
Good boy, Henry! Sometimes non-magical solutions, like braining someone with a fire extinguisher, are just as effective as magical ones.
Gideon looked so much younger and pleasant under the curse.
It was only a matter of time before Belle twisted an ankle in those heels.
Is that wish realm Rumpel? Or the embodiment of the DO that Rumpel hears in his head?
GO, EMMA!
I knew Henry’s kiss was going to work; everything was being redone, but I’m still happy because it reinforced what the show was supposed to be about.
*SCREAMS* Baby Gideon? How did that happen? I’m not crying, you’re crying. I said endings were over-rated! HAPPY BEGINNINGS! I need Henry to go see about Gold and Belle.
The Charmings finally got out of the loft! A house! A barn! Sheep? Horses? A pony for Neal when he’s big enough? WILBY!!!!
They even brought the birdhouses back, lol. Not sure about Hook as deputy, but not surprised either...
The dwarves bowing to Regina and the sign...tears again.
Best proposal ever for OQ.
Rumbelle kiss! And they got included at Granny’s. Not sure why they’d want to be with the herocrites, but still crying. It looks like a Renaissance painting...oh wait. It is. Who the hell decided to recreate the Last Supper?
Who is that young girl?
WTF? Okay, no reason why Henry didn’t go to college and end up in Seattle, but that was also him in the EF and he doesn’t remember it? Wow, reboot is right, they’re really redoing things right back from square one. Which is when things were good, but that was because it was an original idea, and I’m not sure how much I’ll enjoy it when it’s just a re-tread with different characters. Feels very much like lazy writing and trying to milk a dead cow for the last drops of cash you can wring from it. Still, overall an enjoyable and exciting finale. Rumbelle have their baby back and I am in my happy place.
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