#we're like all basically penpals but better

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

god i love my friends. shout out to people who love their friends. this is a post for friend lovers

[chaos0pikachu]

i'm sorry for jumping into your inbox like this but what bothers me about people going "the show is making a point about how society treats sluts!" when talking about only friends, and boston in particular, is that this point is made (a lot of the time, from what I've seen) in this weird condescending tone, as if the people questioning the narrative and going "hey, what the fuck" are just too stupid to get it, yk

(also, sidenote: if the show was trying to make a point, do a commentary, a critique if you will about how society (even queer society) slut shames and treats nonmonogamy, it failed imo, lmao)

Don't be sorry! I've basically been bothering my penpal about this all day lmao they don't even watch the show but they're feeling my rage today so bother away you're very literally doing them a favor

Personally, and this is me being openly a bitch, I think some folks are just looking for excuses to justify that they're fine with the finale (b/c ppl don't wanna feel guilty about liking something problematic~) or that Jojo isn't a bad writer actually. Which, bro who cares, if you enjoyed the ending dope, I didn't.

I've said this before, but other media has made commentary regarding sex, and slut shaming in ways that hits harder and better. Without doing the office looking into the camera action. I hate when ppl say that we're not fucking stupid like my god I work in a creative industry I understand both how narrative works and how it's literally made. I've SEEN the sausage I've been to the factory front row.

But even without that experience ppl aren't dumb, they can tell when they're being sold something disingenuous. Those takes that "well you just don't see~~ the vision" or "the show doesn't have a message, actually" when Yo was literally monologuing the message for 5mins at the end of the show is hella disingenuous. People also seem to forget that inherent and implicit bias are a thing in all of us, yes even the creators you like.

Also you can't have both, either the show was purposely making commentary regarding how society treats promiscuous people, people who are poly or want open relationships and critiquing that OR the show didn't have a message at all and was totally egalitarian.

If it's the former it failed drastically, I wrote weeks ago that the show was slut shaming Boston, I had a whole draft about how the hypocrisy of the characters wasn't intentional (but it'll stay in the drafts now I don't feel like cleaning it up lol), Boston ended up punished every step of the narrative repeatedly - with Mew blackmailing him, with Gap non-con recording him, with Atom, with Cheum, with the whole friend group, and in the end even Nick left him - with no recourse. With no opposing viewpoint. Nick was the only char who showed Boston a shred of empathy - and even then, he still showed Atom more empathy than he deserved - and in the end that was used up too.

If it's the latter the show still failed b/c the show absolutely had a ton of bias - I've had multiple ppl point out to me that the darker skinned chars are all predators or slutty whores in the show - and dropped storylines that should have been expanded on - Gap has folders upon folders of sex tapes???? Does Boston's privacy not matter?? - that were dropped in favor of further punishing Boston. And when things were supposed to be seen as "bad" the narrative made them clear.

Mew partying was bad, Ray drinking was bad, Boston sleeping around, welp you guessed it.

but yeah, how exhausting tbh all I want post-series is a bunch of Boston fanfic that gives him justice or even some fucking nuance (oh and that playboyy the series is actually good lol)

[fangirlovestuff]

Could I please request a wanda or carol wlw oneshot maybe centered around reader and c/w being penpals and them getting like super excited like carol crashes into the compound at the mention of receiving a letter back or wanda like pauses everything in her own little bubble just to read it in piece meanwhile r has no idea she’s writing to an avenger please?

a/n - at long last, here it is! the last wlw weekend fic! (although it's already been over a week...) i'm so sorry it took this long, but i really liked it and i really hope you'll like it too! enjoy<3

With Love - Carol Danvers x reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: very brief mentions of a car accident and injuries, like two curse words

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Maybe it was a stupid idea, but it's not like you had anything better to do. It was a nice chance to get to know someone, and it was not that time consuming. You didn't really know why, but the ad for the pen pal service just… drew you in.

You had their web page open for days now, but you hadn't signed up, not yet. Now, you were once again staring at it, the light from the computer screen illuminating your face.

Screw it.

You filled out your details, read the terms and conditions. Anonymity guaranteed, the letters will be transferred to the service and only from there to the recipient, so your address won't be known by the other person, neither will your name. basically, you could make up a whole new identity to talk to this person, and they could too, so you'd take everything with a grain of salt, but still, it'd certainly be entertaining.

What's the worst thing that could happen?

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"You want to sign up for a pen pal thing?" Tony snickered. "That's amazing. That's just… wow."

"What? It could be fun," Carol shrugged defensively.

"No, you’re right, it definitely could be," he giggled.

"Come on," she rolled her eyes, "I need a friend who isn't you guys, and it's not like I can just come up to people and go 'hey, I'm captain marvel, how's it going?' can I?"

"Why would you need friends who aren't us? We're awesome! I mean, most of us at least. Actually, no, me and Natasha are awesome. The rest are… well. Fine."

"You're all great," she chuckled, "but I need other friends to complain about you. Duh."

"But if your pen pal friend won't know who you are, then won't complaining about the avengers totally blow your cover?" he smirked.

"I can complain about you without using your names," she argued smugly.

"Okay, you know what, fine," he shrugged, "talk to some crazy person. It's your funeral."

"Well then, I'll be putting the fun in funeral," she grinned, spinning in her chair to continue filling out the "join us" section.

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Dear person who's reading this,

I hope this letter finds you in good health.

I'm sorry, I really don't know how to do this.

I don't want to tell you my name yet, because I don't know you, but I do want to be your friend. Unless you're a weirdo. I'm sorry, I'm probably coming off as a weirdo myself, and I promise I'm not a weirdo. If it's any comfort, I am very mortified at whatever I have just written. But, I've made a rule for myself – I'm not going to overthink this. Honestly, I'm just doing this for fun, so I'm going to have no filter whatsoever, and I'm definitely not rewriting anything. Just so you know. Sorry in advance.

Anyway, if you do want to tell me your name that would be great, but if not I obviously understand. But how are you doing? Is anything interesting going on in your life right now?

Kind regards,

Your friend.

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Well, that was stupid.

You sent it anyways.

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Dear friend,

I don't want to tell you my name either, if that's okay, but you can call me C.

It's good to know you're not a weirdo, neither am I. Also, I never knew someone could ramble in writing (it's cute, it's fine).

My life is… I guess you could call it interesting.

To be honest, I mostly joined this thing because my only friends are the people I work with, and they can be… a bit much, at times.

Last week, one of them nearly burned down the kitchen. He was trying to make eggs.

They can also be really stubborn sometimes. One of them insisted on arm wrestling me even though everyone knew I would win, the idiot. But most times it doesn't interfere with our actual job, we're all decent enough team players at the end of the day.

I have to go, but tell me more about yourself, I don't want to be the only one ranting. Also, I think I'm going to adopt your no rewrites rule.

Kind regards,

C

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You've been writing back and forth with your pen pal for a while. You told her about your life, she told you a little more about hers. You'd obviously learned she was a woman, and you also told her you were, but apart from that, you didn't really know much about each other. You both kept your descriptions vague, no names or anything, and you each didn’t know what the other did for a living.

You were a friend, and she was C. It was simple.

In between the lines, you could see a lot of her personality. The sometimes-messier scribble of her writing meant she was tired when she wrote the letter, as she'd admitted. You could tell she loved her friends to death, even if they got on her nerves a lot. And she loved her job, which involved helping other people, that much you knew.

I help other people for a living, but honestly sometimes I feel like it's selfish, because I love doing it so much.

That was one of the things she wrote that really stuck with you. She seemed like a really good person.

Not a weirdo, that's for sure.

When you signed up, you kind of did it for laughs, but you were actually enjoying it. It's odd, because you didn't actually know anything about her, but you really did feel like you were C's friend.

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As time went on, you knew more or less when to expect C's letters.

"Okay, so, what do we think?" your friend asked, holding up a shirt.

"It's cute, I guess," you shrugged. "You should get it."

"Really? Don't you think that color's gonna clash with my hair?"

"Okay, then don't get it," you chuckled.

"Seriously, can you help me out here?" she laughed. "C'mon, you've been so distracted all day! What's going on?"

"I'm just… I'm waiting on some mail, and I think it's coming today," you sent a small smile her way.

"Mail? Come on!" she drawled, "I thought it was gonna be a little juicier than that," she wiggled her eyebrows.

"Nope," you chuckled.

"Fine. If that mail means so much to you then it must be important," she shrugged. "Let's go."

You sent an affectionate smile her way, and you said your goodbyes and went your separate ways.

As you were walking to your mailbox, you truly registered what your friend was saying. Truth be told, you had not dated anyone for quite a while. Not ever since you signed up for the pen pal thing, now that you were thinking about it.

Oh.

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Dear friend,

How are you? I hope you're doing good.

I was so happy to hear about that opportunity you got. You sound, well, seem, like a very hardworking person. I'm really happy it paid off.

I couldn't save someone yesterday. They'll be fine, but they were still hurt. Because of me.

I know I don't really talk about my job, but I don’t know. I guess I've just grown accustomed to sharing what's on my mind with you, you know? No rewrites and all.

Anyways, I'm trying to stay focused on the fact that they'll be fine, and that's what matters. Next time I'll be better.

I'm sorry, I'm not in a very talkative (writative?) mood. But I really am so happy for you.

Yours,

C

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"Why so cheerful, Danvers?"

She mentally cursed the comms. Of course, Tony Stark couldn't use normal comms, no, he had to use ones that also show your face. Like a secured fucking facetime.

"What's wrong, can't I just smile because I'm a nice person?"

"You could," Tony said, "but you have a resting bitch face. And you're not nice, you're the third scariest woman I've ever met."

"Only third?" Carol feigned offense. "Who beat me?"

"Nat and Pepper."

"Right," she chuckled, "of course."

"Anyways, if you're not gonna start flying slower, we're definitely gonna fly right over the compound, so I'd suggest you slow down."

"What's wrong stark? Can't keep up?"

"You know, I'd pay good money to know what's got you this giddy," he deflected, "What do you charge?"

"I don't. I'm not excited," she glared into the camera for a split second before returning her eyes to her environment.

At the sight of the compound, she smirked.

"Are you smirking? Wha-"

Carol sped up until she was right above the compound, then suddenly dove down, cutting Tony's words off as he saw her maneuver through the air gracefully. He abruptly stopped flying forward, cursing under his breath before slowly diving down himself.

By the time he landed, Carol was nowhere in sight.

No, Carol was already in her room, the letter, which had arrived as she expected, already clutched n her hand, a grin on her face as she read it.

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Dear C,

I can't believe you saw a man walking a ferret??? I've realized I have no idea where you're from, but that sounds like a Florida Man to me. Or maybe someone in NYC.

But, I see your ferret guy, and I raise you – a woman I saw on my commute the other day was walking around with an entire cart full of this one book – "The Power of Puppies". It was chock full of just copies of this one book. I asked her if they're for sale, and she just said no.

Honestly, I didn't ask her to elaborate, but I'd like to imagine what she could possibly do with them. Like, maybe she really likes that book and just wants to have a copy of it everywhere she goes? Or leave one in random places for people to find? It really doesn't seem like that influential of a book though.

Maybe that woman was you.

Just kidding, even from my limited acquaintance of you that seems highly unlikely. But I do think about it sometimes – If someone I see on the street is you. I mean, what are the chances? It's stupid, really. Yet I can't help but think what if about every woman I see.

Is it weird that I think when I'll see you, I’ll know it's you?

I probably won't. that's stupid. But, no rewrites.

I hope things are going well for you. You deserve it.

With love,

Your friend.

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Over time, things between you and C got more personal. You shared so much with her – about your life, the people around you. Never details, always feelings, impressions, thoughts. Somehow, even though your relationship wasn't personal, and you didn't really know each other, it felt closer than a lot of other relationships you've had.

When you were feeling down, you wrote her, and even just expressing your thoughts on paper helped. The letter you had gotten several days later also helped you smile.

You tried her best to have the same effect on her, to cheer her up when it seemed like she needed it.

And it seemed like it was working, because you were growing closer and closer. You didn't know if your mind was deceiving you, but you were getting a little… flirty? Not really flirty, but just, well, close.

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Dear friend,

I actually think about meeting you as well. It's dumb, but I have, like, this idea of what you'd sound like. How you'd speak.

But, you know, I still have no actual way to verify you're not a murderer, so I can't exactly suggest to meet you, can I now?

That sounded serious, I don't actually think you're a murderer, th

Well, I overexplained that. And no rewrites, so… Now I'm overexplaining my overexplaining.

Anyway, I hope you're doing well. I am, since I managed to do some good work today. So I'm satisfied.

With love,

C

P.S. I saw a man with a barbie bicycle helmet on the street today. He was not riding a bicycle. Thought you'd like to hear that.

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You smiled to yourself as you read Carol's most recent letter. It was the first time you had heard, or well, seen her ramble, just like you did in that first letter you sent her.

When you did it, you were mortified. When she did it, it was actually really cute.

For the nth time, you had wondered who she was. What it would be like to meet her.

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It's been two weeks since Carol last heard from you, and she was getting restless. She knew her last letter had been a little, awkward, but no rewrites, so she thought you'd understand that.

At the very most, she thought you'd tease her about it in your next letter. She never thought you’d just… well, ghost her.

She was getting antsy. Usually, she'd get a letter back from you in about three or four days. At first, she'd assumed maybe there was some mix up at the pen pal company, maybe they shipped your letter to a different address, or hers got mixed up and you were still waiting for a letter from her.

In case it was the latter, after a week from when she had first sent the letter, she sent you another one.

Another week went by, and no answer arrived.

So, two weeks by now, and she sent two letters, so probably not a coincidence.

After a couple more days, she broke.

"Tony, I need your help. I need to find someone, and I have very minimal information about them."

"Sounds like a fun mystery, what do you got?"

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The white walls seemed spotless at first. Upon closer inspection over the course of the next few days, you could probably recreate the stains from memory.

"C'mon, when can I get out of here?" you whined as your friend reentered your hospital room, two cups of cheap coffee in her hands. "I feel fine."

"That's cause you're on meds honey," she chuckled.

"Whatever," you scoffed, before remembering what the nurses had told you. "Wait, I can't- you know I can't have caffeine with these meds," you pouted.

"I know. These," she gestured at the cups, "are both for me. I've been here all night, and I didn’t have an excuse to get some sleeping meds like you did. I don't know about hospital beds, but hospital chairs are extremely uncomfortable."

"I don't love that you called my car accident an excuse, but since I owe you big time for staying here, I'll let it slide," you teased, before thanking her more sincerely once more.

It's been about two weeks since the crash. You remembered it now, even though it was difficult to recall for the first couple of days. No one was to blame, but you ended up in the hospital with several severe injuries, which meant it would take some time for you to heal enough to be released.

Still, you never knew two weeks could be this long.

You were constantly surrounded by nurses, doctors, concerned friends, family, and coworkers. And when you didn't have visitors, you slept, or dealt with some paperwork about your ruined car.

In short, you didn’t have any time to really think. Which is why you had only remembered you hadn't written to C for the past couple of weeks yesterday.

You had meant to. The morning before the crash, you laid out the pen and paper and started writing, but you were running late, so you set off to work, saying you'll finish it when you got home. And well, you hadn't been home since.

Yesterday, when you finally remembered it, you considered asking a friend to get you some paper and a pen, and send off your letter, but you already felt like you were enough of a burden, so you let that thought go pretty quickly.

It was one of the reasons you were so anxious to go home already.

A sudden pang of pain in your ribs made you gasp. The meds were wearing off, and soon there'd be another cycle of doctors and nurses coming in to check on you.

There were three stains on the ceiling that looked like a smiley. Its smile looked like it was mocking you.

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Carol burst through the main doors, making everyone turn their heads towards her. Tony was only a second behind her, grabbing her shoulder to make her slow down.

"Relax," he murmured, as he led the both of them towards the receptionist. The room around them dissipated back into lively conversation. Someone probably recognized them, but Carol couldn't care less.

"I can't relax, Stark," her jaw clenched, "because I'm meeting someone I care about for the first time, and that someone is also injured."

"I know, I know, but two avengers storming into a public hospital will be memorable enough without actually beating someone up, which you look like you're about to do."

Just as he finished his sentence, they reached the reception stand, where they were greeted by a smiling receptionist who directed them in the direction of your room.

Carol was all but running down the long corridors, but when she finally saw your room number, she stood still.

"Earth to Carol?" Tony waved his hand in front of her face. Quicker than he could see, she caught onto his wrist and flung his hand away, glaring at him. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

When you heard a knock at the door, you frowned. You were talking with your friend, and a nurse had just been in your room two minutes ago, what could they possibly want now?

"Come in!" you said, your friend and you exchanging a confused look.

The door slowly opened to reveal… the avengers?

"Hi," Captain Marvel said, slowly entering. Behind her was Tony Stark. They stood there for a couple of seconds before any of you spoke.

"Is this some 'coming to the hospital to help kids and get PR' thing?" you finally spoke up, "Cause if it is, you got the wrong room." You chuckled, gesturing at yourself, "not a kid."

"Would've been weird if you were," Captain Marvel blurted out, making Tony chuckle behind her, hurriedly attempting to conceal it with a cough. Clearly, it wasn't quick enough for Carol, who gave him a deadly glare.

"You know what," Tony said, "how about you two talk, and I'll get your friend here a coffee," he smiled, walking towards your friend and grabbing her hand.

"Oh no need, I've already had tw-"

"Have fun!" he cut her off, practically dragging her out of the room, leaving only you and her.

"I'm sorry," she started, "I probably should've started with why I'm here, not with the stupid thing I, uh, said before. Also, I should've gone alone and not brought that dumbass." She gestured at the door where Tony had just left. "But, you know. No rewrites," she chuckled, looking at you hopefully.

It took a second for you to register what she was saying. Carol felt like it lasted forever.

"So C was for… Captain Marvel?" you finally asked, disbelief written all over your face.

"Well, I was thinking it was for Carol, but it works both ways," she chuckled.

"How did you find me?" you smiled in wonderment.

"Tony helped with that. Did some computers stuff with the pen pal service," she shrugged. "Look, I'm really sorry. I know you kept your life private, and your name and stuff. I wouldn't have done this, but when you didn't answer for two weeks, I... I was really worried. And not for nothing, I see," she pointed at your many bandages.

"Yeah," you agreed softly. "But it'll be fine. I'm sorry I didn't answer, I know if it would've been the other way around I probably would've been very worried too," you smiled bashfully. You still couldn't believe it, what are the odds. Captain freaking Marvel.

"So, um. I already know your name, and you know mine," Carol smiled, "so do you want to get to know each other… in reality? I mean, this is a weird question to ask, isn't it? Cause I feel like I know you already, and obviously I don't mean right now, when you get bet-"

"It's not a weird question at all," you cut her off, giggling. "And I would really like that."

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When you finally got cleared to return home, you found the second letter Carol sent waiting for you. You already had her number, but, curious, you opened it anyways.

Dear friend,

I know we don't really send letters twice, so it's a little impatient of me. But I haven't heard from you in a week, so… are you alright?

There was probably a mix up at the service or something, or maybe you just didn't feel like writing me after my absolute mess of a letter last time (although I did think you'd like the barbie helmet man).

Anyways, it's probably nothing, but… I'm worried about you.

I don't know if it's weird, cause I never met you, but I really care about you. Please at least tell me you're fine, even if you're tired of writing me. I would be really bummed if that's the case though. I guess there was a part of me that wanted to meet you in real life someday, but if you're tired of me that won't happen.

I hope to hear from you soon.

With love,

C.

You smiled to yourself as you read over the lines. When you finished, you took out your phone to text Carol.

I'll never get tired of you.

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[ordinaryschmuck]

What I Thought About "Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" from The Owl House

Wow. They are really pushing it for that secret message, huh?

Anywho--Salutations, random people on the internet who certainly won’t read this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck. I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons!

I think it goes without saying at this point that Season Two of The Owl House is setting itself up as a season without filler. Now, filler episodes aren't always bad. Yes, it hurts when a series turns away from the main plot for a week. But at best, they're utilized as a chance for the writers to play around with the characters and developing said characters without it relating to the overarching story. So, some people who see that consider it a bad thing that a series doesn't have that many filler episodes.

I like to call those people: F**king morons.

Don't get me wrong, I see where some of you are coming from. And I'd be willing to agree...if The Owl House was a plot-driven series. Which it's not. It is a character-driven series. Because for every plot thread and narrative that the show presents, they always relate to the characters and develop them further each time these threads get brought up. For example, look at "Knock Knock Knockin’ on Hooty's Door" (It pains me just to write that). Several narratives move forward, and it’s all done to make the characters grow. And to explain how requires going into spoilers. So keep that in mind as you continue reading.

Now, let's review, shall we?

WHAT I LIKED

Hooty: Might as well start with the character that this episode is about.

To tell you the truth, I wasn't a huge fan when I found out we're getting a Hooty-centered episode. I've grown to love him over time, but he is a comedic character that's best used in small doses. Primarily due to how his voice is grating to me (My ears are still bleeding...). With that said, I do really love his contributions in "Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" (Seriously, there couldn't have been a less awkward title?). Hooty's antics when trying to help everyone are as hilarious as they are heartwarming. He deeply cares for his friends but just doesn't understand how his plans could do some unintended harm, which is pretty lovable if you ask me. We also get some surprisingly great insight into his character, as he feels insecure about basically being the comic relief who doesn't really do that much other than being funny. Rarely do you get that level of dimension from a comedic character, and it's even more uncommon for that to work out as well as it does here. It once again proves just how competent the writing is in this series to the point where we get an episode about Hooty, and it's funny and heartwarming instead of being annoying. And whoever is responsible for that, you're the best.

Lilith’s Letter to Hooty: I mean it when I say that I love how Lilith kept her word about her and Hooty becoming penpals. Their friendship was something I would have never expected to love, and I'm still shocked that it works so well, so seeing it continue like this just warms me to the bone. Plus, it is pretty sweet that Lilith's kind words are what inspired Hooty to do what he's done in this episode...meaning it's Lilith we should thank here--SON OF A WITCH! Even when she's gone, she's still working her way into my heart!

King going through Puberty: What?! KING IS EVOLVING!

(There, I made a Pokemon reference. Do I get my cookie now?)

Eda Keeping Herself Awake to Train Herself: I'm willing to bet a large sum of money that this has everything to with Raine getting captured last week. If Eda was still the most powerful witch in the Isles, she might have actually saved them. But she isn't, and now the love of her life is in the clutches of a tyrant planning something that could potentially be the end of everything. So I can understand Eda pushing herself to her limit to get back on top again, as I would probably do the same. It's not healthy in any way, and Eda would be doing more harm than good. But when it comes to the people you love, logic doesn't always win out in the end.

Luz Wanting to Make her Way into Amity’s Heart by Making the Echo Mouse Happy: ...That's it. I Just...I just love everything about it, ok?

This was also when I knew that I was wrong to doubt that there would be zero Lumity in this episode. I realize my follies now, and I humbly apologize.

Hooty Teaching King About Demons: This was so funny. So, so funny. Probably doesn't come as a surprise, especially since The Owl House proves itself as a comedy before, but the jokes have never hit as frequently and as hard as they did here. From Hooty getting offended by King's dance to him and Dana's insert wanting a "DNA sample," everything managed to successfully make me lose my s**t. It does come at the expense of King suffering, but I can stomach that much more than if it were Eda or Luz. And, as a bonus, we get lore about how demons work, added with another great joke of King getting in trouble with Hooty for saying he already knows this stuff. Humor isn't always the show's strong suit, but when it works, it f**king works.

King Wanting to Know What he Is: But despite how funny King's vignette was, we still get to see more of his character grow. We learn that he's frustrated now that there's this big question mark over his life now, feeling extra angry that his father "abandoned" him to leave such a present mystery. It shows the hidden resentment he has that Lilith inadvertently brought out, made even worse when King's father hasn't responded to the video yet. King hasn't really gotten that much development until "Echoes of the Past," so it's pretty cool that the writers haven't really slowed down on it. Especially when it leads to these great moments of King venting his frustrations.

King’s Shouting Powers: KING learned FUS RO DAH!

(And now that's a Pokemon reference AND a Skyrim reference. WHERE'S MY GOSH DANG COOKIE!?)

Eda’s Nightmare: If King's vignette hits you hard with the laughs, Eda's will absolutely hit you harder with the feels (never make me say "feels" unironically again). Knowing that Eda's life got thoroughly screwed over by the curse is something we could figure out on her own. But seeing just how much the curse ruined her life and tore apart relationships that mean the world to her really does a swell job at ripping apart the soul. What's even more tragic is, technically speaking, it's all sort of Eda's fault too. She kept hiding the curse, refusing to be a burden to others who would do all they could to help. If she had only been open and honest, things probably wouldn't have changed much, but they most likely would have been better than they are now.

Eda Attacked her Father as the Owl Beast: ...I don't know what I was expecting when "Keeping Up A-Fear-Ances" hinted that there was some possible tension between Eda and her father...but it definitely wasn't this.

The fact that we see blood where his eye used to be doesn't make things any happier, either.

Raine Broke Up with Eda: Before we get into anything else, let's celebrate the fact that it's now confirmed that Eda and Raine really did use to date in the past. Because this show is just f**king phenomenal with its LGBTQA+ representation!

But, seriously, this is a fantastic reveal that goes far beyond just shipping...well, sort of. It shines a new light on Eda and Raine's interactions from last week, revealing that while they're not a couple anymore, they still very much love each other. It helps make their last interaction especially tragic, as they were both on the same page now and could very well be together again. Only for them to be forced apart for the second time in a way that's much worse than the first. And I frickin' adore that this series changes the impact of one episode one week later. Again, it shows just how competent these writers are, and kudos to them for making something so...perfect.

The Moon Person: WHO THE FU--Nope. Nope! We have more than enough mystery bulls**t to deal with through CreepyLuz and Philip Wittebane, so I am PUTTING YOU ON THE BACKBURNER FOR NOW!

(They're probably nothing more than a one-off character, anyway)

The Owl Beast and Eda are Connected: Through visuals alone, we, the audience, can clue into what the curse really means. The Owl Beast doesn't want to be a part of Eda as much as she doesn't want it to be a part of her. Whether they like it or not, and they very much don't, they're stuck together. The thing is, and this is what I love the most, they still decide to make the best of their situation rather than let it ruin their lives even more. This might be the best possible turn Eda's curse could have made. It'll still affect her, and there are probably more negatives than positives, but at least now, it's not the worst thing in the world. And I feel like that's all anyone can ask when in a position like her own.

Eda's “Pretty Dream”: I don't know what emotions are toiling inside me more with this moment. Awe and wonder over how beautiful Eda's dream is, or heartbreak over the implication that she has only had nightmares since getting cursed...I'm gonna say both. Yeah, it's definitely both.

Eda’s Harpie Form: Well, fan artists are gonna have a field day with this...especially the freaks.

(You know who you are. And you're weird!)

Luz Calling Amity a “Cotton-Candy Haired Goddess”: ...Have I ever mentioned how much I love this show?

Hooty Kidnapped Amity: ...Hooty, if your stupidity wasn't charming, I would be more than willing to call the authorities over how you kidnapped a girl in your version of a knapsack and locked her in the basement. For that is going to ring SO MANY alarm bells in people's heads.

Amity and Luz Stuck in a Tunnel of Love: *Smacks lips* Mmm. The adorable awkwardness of this moment is just *chef's kiss* magnifique!

Luz being afraid of getting made fun of:

Amity’s look of hope: I mean...just...f**king--LOOK AT HER:

That is the look of a girl who, while embarrassed as hell, still is ecstatic to learn for a brief moment, everything that she is hoping for has a high chance of being real. Who, in their right mind, wouldn't go "Aw!" at something so pure and innocent?!

Luz Destroying the Tunnel of Love: This is how to effectively utilize dramatic irony. The audience can understand why Luz is tearing the place apart because she explicitly states that she's afraid of Amity rejecting her in the end. They also know that's bogus, thus making it extra painful to watch Amity's heart break more and more with each second (which is perfectly represented through Amity's expressions). You feel bad for both of them, and even worse when you know that it can easily be prevented by the simple art of communication. That's what makes it great dramatic irony. Knowing the point of view of each character results in a scene that evokes emotions in two different ways.

Hooty’s Breakdown: This was...genuinely hard to watch. Not that it was badly written, far from it. It just...hurt seeing how destroyed Hooty was when he realized he failed the people he has such an admiration for. On the upside, a wholesome moment follows soon after as the Owl House gang tries to reassure Hooty that he's done a lot of good that night. It's a pure action that shows even though Hooty gets on their nerves all the time, they still care about him...damn it. I think I'm gonna cry.

Eda’s Advice for Luz: ...Eda...You're the best.

You found out that your surrogate daughter wants to ask a girl out, and not only were you quick to deliver the best possible advice ("Just go for it!"), but you also quickly reassure her that it doesn't need to be perfect.

And you know what? That's it. Eda is the best cartoon mom! She might not technically be Luz's mom, but I don't give a s**t because she is the best!

Luz and Amity Ask Each Other Out: Shh-sh-sh-sh...

Do you hear that?

...

...

...It's the sound of dozens of Lumity fans collectively losing their s**t...and I'm one of them.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!

IT!

IS!

CANON!

AH-HAHAHAHAHA!

HOLY S**T! Holy s**t! Holy s**t...might just be the best way I could possibly describe this! Finally, after all the waiting, speculating, and praying, THESE TWO IDIOTS FINALLY GOT TOGETHER! AND IT WAS PERFECT! I mean, it was awkward as s**t, but that's what makes it perfect! You know why? You wanna--Hey! *snaps fingers*. You want to know why? It's because they're teenagers. Of f**king course, it's going to be awkward! This is their first relationship, so there will be a lot of missteps along the way. And that, in itself, brings me to the best (second best part?) thing about it happening in episode eight of the new seasons. Most endgame couples get together in the climax or even at the end of the series. But to have them get together this early on, means there will be quite a few episodes dedicated to showing them grow as a couple.

And better than that--EVEN F**KING BETTER THAN THAT--dozens of kids are going to see these two, a realistic depiction of young love that just so happens to involve two girls, and are going to learn once and for all that there is nothing wrong with being who they are. That fact alone is f**king incredible. Yes, it sucks that season three got cut short, and we'll have even less time with Luz and Amity, but knowing how many kids have felt seen today almost makes it worth it in the end.

And if I see one mother f**ker saying this was poorly paced, I might just hunt them down for SPORT...Sorry if that was an overreaction. I'M JUST SO HAPPY! Because they're happy! Look at them. Listen to them! It's so...GAH-HAHAHA!

“They’re adorable! And deserve all the happiness!”: You're darn right, Hooty! You're darn right.

King’s Father(?) Shows Up: What the--WHAT?! They're doing this now?! Here?! After everything else?

Oh, man. What could this mean? What dynamic changes will this cause in the main cast? How could the writers fit this in during the next two episodes? And what--

Hooty Eats the Letter: ...Pfffft--HAHAHAHA!

Oh, man...I should be mad, and I wouldn't blame others if they are...but that is too much of a brilliant f**k you that I can't help but appreciate it. Bravo writers. Bravo.

WHAT I DISLIKED

...Dislikes? Dislikes? You would honestly believe that after everything I witnessed in this episode, that I would have the gull to list anything wrong with it?!

HOW DARE YOU ASSUME THAT I WOULD BE SO CALLUS TO--Actually, I do kind of have an issue with the episode's title. It's just too much of an awkward mouthful for me to get behind. I understand that the writers wanted to sneak the K into the secret message, but were there really no other titles starting with K that they couldn't come up with?

But that's just a personal issue, and in no way do I think anybody else would feel the same way. Especially with how well-written everything else is anyway.

IN CONCLUSION

"Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" (title aside) is another A+ episode. It was hilarious, heart-wrenching, and downright adorable while keeping me entertained with every minute. I'm sure there are some issues I was willing to ignore due to how expertly written everything else was, but why bother looking for the chinks in the armor when I could just enjoy a perfect episode for being so...perfect! Some of you might be willing to disagree with me, but to that, I say: Don't knock it till you've tried it.

(Now, if you don't excuse me, I'm going to go lie down. It's...It's been a day.)