my old roommate who i share a blunt with in the garden sometimes loves to test how much of a sicko i am it's his favorite thing. any time we're hanging out he's like oh Hey i found this really nasty thing online that i bet you'll be into. and then he watches my reaction like i'm a gross bug he's poking with a stick. people will say they want to study you but this guy is actually out there living the dream.
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Something I think about a lot is, like, Aaron is part of Neil's family. Like when Neil thinks of the Foxes as his family, he's not excluding Aaron from that list. In the aftermath of Baltimore, when he thinks about how he feels so safe and secure because he's surrounded by his friends, Aaron is included on that list.
Even when they're at odds, even when they don't particularly like each other, Neil never once stops thinking of Aaron as one of his own.
And if you think for a second that if Aaron was in trouble and Andrew was unable to get to him, Neil wouldn't step up? You are sorely mistaken.
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Just remembered that the monster high movie where they were in monster france and everyone had horrible fake french accents and some evil fashion designer lady essentially esnlanved a teenage boy that was her apprentice like she had him locked in her basement designing clothes for her day in day out then she also tried to kidnap clawdeen to make her do the same, that movie apparently wasn't a really weird dream and actually exists
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The Owl House takes place on a corpse. That's clear from the beginning. The people we meet, the fantastical things we see, every part of it is life that comes from death, and it's beautiful. Luz says that, the first time she's far enough away to see the bones. It's beautiful. The Titan was so full of life and magic that what he left behind could be passed on and made anew, and the people who sprung from that, who rely on it, understand that and are grateful. Everything they have is built on the bones of a god.
But what grows from the bones of children? Nothing. Nothing at all.
The Titan hunters killed children. They said they were monsters, but they were children. Children who played games and laughed and from their first conscious moments wanted to be loved and belong. And they hunted them to extinction, and kept their pristine skulls as trophies. An entire room full of them, of tiny skulls that could've become something wonderful and terrible and life-giving but never had the chance. They wear them, as a badge of honor. Look what I've done, look what I destroyed.
Philip Wittebane had been making grimwalkers for hundreds of years, sure, but even knowing that, there's so many of them. How many could've reached 20? There's piles of them, of bones and identical masks, scattered at the bottom of a pit, and god, were they dead, when he threw them down there? It's clear that he doesn't care, that the only thing that matters is disposing of them once they wear out their usefulness, moving on to the new model. Children tossed aside, left to rot and decay, and when we see them the bones are all clean.
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Just imagining Frank tryna study a butterfly and in the corner of his eye he just sees Wally under a tree staring at him with a laser focus. Wally's eyes are no longer half-lidded, they r blown full open and Frank can't help but feel a bit confused, dread creeping up his spine. Without breaking eye contact, Wally scribbles something on paper before standing up and walking over to Frank. Frank breaks into a cold sweat--his breathing going faster and his body going full fight or flight mode--before Wally rips out a page and hands it to Frank, asking him if he likes it. Wally's eyes droop once more, and Frank could feel himself breathe again. He looks down to see an impressive portrait of him, and he gives Wally an uneasy smile, saying it was wonderful. Wally smiles back.
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