"Is this...?” Philip muttered to himself, before deciding to investigate further.
Turning his attention back to the gate, he saw beside it was a podium where a winged and haloed man stood “Hiya! Welcome to Heaven!” the man confirmed the obvious for Philip “Can I get your name please?”
Philip was left speechless, he was on the gates of Heaven talking to Saint Peter (at least if the name tag on the podium was to be believed), but he still managed to sputter out his name despite the shock “Ph- Philip Wittebane!”
“Wittebane, Wittebane, Wittebane.” Peter muttered out as he flipped through his book “Ah ha, there we are Philip Wittebane, right after Caleb."
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Belos gets exactly what he deserves.
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(I just had an idea for an interaction between Hunter and Camila while the TOH kids are trapped in the human realm together, and I ended up cranking this out yesterday afternoon. I just have a lot of feelings about Hunter and Luz as family, and Camila loving these kids who fell into her lap.....)
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Luz was hooking the hose up to a garden sprinkler in the yard, animatedly chattering about the concept of “playing in the sprinkler”, and how it wasn’t just a garden tool, as Willow, Gus, and Amity listened with rapt attention, and Vee chimed in with her own newly-gained knowledge. Hunter, meanwhile, stood in the doorway, watching from afar. Observing.
Guarding….
“It’s so nice to see Luz like this again,” came Camila’s voice from behind him. Had it been anyone other than Luz’s mom, he might’ve jumped, but Hunter had long since adapted to the woman’s constant, caring presence.
“I’m sure you missed her while she was in the Demon Realm, yeah,” Hunter agreed, nodding absently.
“I mean, yes, I certainly did, but… well, that’s not quite what I meant.”
Hunter blinked, then finally turned to gaze with confusion at Camila, wordlessly prompting her to continue. She hadn’t looked at him yet, her eyes locked on her daughter and her friends, a fond, wistful smile curving her lips.
“Before Manny passed, she could always be this bright at home with us. Our little light,” she chuckled. “I know she struggled to make friends at school, but always kept her head up. After her dad left us, though… I think it got harder for her to stay afloat. I saw her sinking before my eyes, and I didn’t know what to do. She retreated into all the things her father and I loved, and loved about her, but that… that I knew would make her life harder.”
Camila sighed, shutting her eyes as she slumped against the other side of the door frame. “That’s why I signed her up for that camp. I’m glad I have both my kids now, of course, and I wouldn’t change that outcome for anything. But I wish I’d better understood what Luz needed. Even now, I’m not quite sure what it is she needs, other than that she found it in all of you.”
Hunter watched Camila, then turned back to look at the scene in front of them; Luz had powered on the hose, and revealed the sprinkler to be broken, presumably from age and lack of use. It now sputtered and gushed water all over the teens in the yard, prompting squeals and laughter as Luz weaponized the spray to soak her friends and herself alike.
“I don’t think she knows what she wants or needs, herself,” he admitted softly. “I… I don’t think I really knew how much she’d struggled before she came to the Isles. She always seemed like she knew what she was doing, like she was flourishing. It… it didn’t occur to me that she’d ever been… not like that.”
Camila opened her eyes again, turning her gentle smile to Hunter. “That’s how it goes, baby. You meet someone, enter each others’ lives, and you never get to see their before, only their after. You only see what they show you, unless you reeeally go looking.”
Hunter breathed a laugh, still watching Luz. “Luz is really good at that. At looking past what you try to show her.”
“She really is, isn’t she?” The pride warming Camila’s eyes as she watched her daughter was tangible. “It’s probably why she’s good at hiding what she doesn’t want others to see. I’m glad she has all of you to keep that in check, for her. I’m learning that there’s only so much a mother can do for her children.”
Then Hunter did jump, startled as Camila slapped a hand against his back and urged him into the yard. “And what I’m learning I can do for you, baby, is reminding you that it’s summer and your job right now is to have fun. So go have fun with your friends!” A touch of mischief flashes through her eyes. “If you pinch the hose, it’ll stop the water. She’ll probably look at the sprinkler before the hose, and you’ll be able to soak her if you let it go.”
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There's similarities between MLB and TOH for sure, but the biggest dealbreaker for MLB is how Emilie Agreste vs Caleb Wittebane is treated.
Both characters are the reason for the story in itself to exist. Both characters are dead. Both characters left behind "clones" of themselves (Adrian and Hunter).
We know Caleb loves his brother. We know he's open minded and accepting of people different than him. We can infer he could have been a good father. He's caring. He's kind.
Emilie? I guess she's nice and that's it :(
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The Owl House episode was so so good and it made me cry and laugh, and you can tell it was made with so much love
but it was also so bittersweet
the montages were beautiful and perfectly paced, but I couldn't help but think about the episodes that were contained within them - the episodes with slow, gentle character development, small and sweet interactions, through which we could learn all the small quirks, preferences, hope and dreams which make up the characters, and the world they live in
Don't get me wrong, I loved it, and I loved the slower moments that they were able to fit in, but I'm also mourning the filler episodes we will never get
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