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More Huntlow fanfiction, this time featuring jealous Hunter and teenage shenanigans at Walmart

Mrs. Noceda had taken them all out to this giant building she called Walmart, which she insisted was only one store, but to the four Boiling Isles natives seemed more like five stores in one. She thought it would be a good chance for them to buy some clothes they actually wanted to wear while also stocking up on cheap groceries and supplies seeing as she now had five mouths to feed she wasn't expecting.

Luz on the otherhand seemed to be treating the simple shopping trip like an educational field trip, showing the group around the store as if they were in a museum, eventually she was just left with Gus hanging on her every word even taking notes to bring back to the Human Appreciation Society and Hunter absently trailing behind the two of them. Both Willow and Amity had broken off into nearby sections when things had caught their eye while Vee and Mrs. Noceda were grabbing groceries on the other side of the store.

Hunter was zoning out as Luz explained exactly what the thin boxes holding shiny disks were for when he heard Willow giggling a couple of aisles away in front of the flower display. He turned towards the sound to see her talking to a human boy. Hunter couldn't help but feel himself tense up at the sight. He was trained to read people's body language in order to gauge their intentions in split-second glances, and this human boy's body language told Hunter everything he needed to know about his intentions towards Willow.

He was quite a bit taller than both her and Hunter, he had his arm up on the flower display shelves leaning over her casually with a smirk on his face and a look in his eye that made Hunter inexplicably want to get Willow as far away from him as possible. Hunter watched as the boy picked up a single red rose and held it out to Willow. He could see the blush slightly dusting her cheeks, and the smile she gave the human made Hunter's stomach flip in the complete opposite way it does when she's smiling at him.

"Hey, Luz," he spoke without taking his eyes off of Willow and the human. "You don't know that guy, do you?"

"Huh? Who?" Luz turned around startled out of her long-winded explanation of something called an MP3 player to look where Hunter directed her. "Oh wow, that's Ben Slater."

"Oooh, he's kinda hot." Gus chimed in smirking as he watched his one comment make Hunter's entire face sour.

"He's like mega hot. He's only a junior, but he's captain of the swim team, and he won prom king as a freshman. They don't even let freshmen go to prom they gave him the crown the next day in school."

"And he's totally hitting on Willow." Gus added, knowing just how much it would bother Hunter to hear.

"And he's totally hitting on Willow." Luz repeated, catching onto Gus's teasing.

"I mean, this feels like a milestone, right? The first human to hit on Willow, if I had my scroll, I'd take pictures." Gus said, smirking at Hunter's sour expression, one he seemed incapable of moving away from Willow and her new human "friend".

"Oh, good idea, Gus." Luz said, taking out her phone immediately snapping a few pics of Willow and Ben.

"You don't think she's actually- I mean Willow wouldn't..." Hunter trailed off, knowing he wouldn't be able to say what he was thinking without immediate teasing from both Luz and Gus.

Luz and Gus made eye contact sharing a secret knowing look before they both turned their attention back to Hunter.

"Why Hunter, is there a reason you don't want Willow to be seduced by Ben Slater?" Luz said, sliding up to Hunter's side.

"Yeah, you wouldn't happen to be jealous, would you?" Gus said, sliding up against his other side.

"Wha- no. That's not- I wasn't- I mean-" Hunter spluttered his face growing red as his blush took over. For the first time since he noticed the human talking to Willow, he looked at Luz and Gus to see the smug expressions on their faces as they both worked hard to contain their laughter. "Oh, shut up." He crossed his arms and pouted, causing the other two to lose control of their laughter and fall apart.

Gus and Luz lost themselves, both doubling over clutching their sides and closing their eyes. Hunter rolled his eyes and walked away from them face on fire. He walked over to where Amity was absentmindedly sifting through piles of cheap jewelry. If anyone asked him, he would say he went to talk to her even though he knew he walked her way to be closer to where Willow was still talking to the human.

"Blight." He said as he approached her.

Amity looked up quickly just to acknowledge his presence before her eyes got caught on Luz and Gus laughing behind him. "What's up with those two?"

Hunter glanced over his shoulder at the pair, still laughing at him. "Ugh, nothing. Just that human who's apparently hitting on Willow." He gestured to where the two stood in front of the flower display.

Amity turned to look at them.

"Huh," She shrugged before turning back to the jewelry.

"That's it? Just 'huh'?" Hunter looked at her baffled.

"Well, I mean, I guess a lot has changed since Willow and I were really close, but from what I remember, he doesn't really seem like her type." Amity said casually unaware, just the effect her words had on Hunter.

"Oh," He turned back to look at the pair by the flower display with that new information in mind, and he couldn't help the little smile it caused him to have. "So, just out of curiosity, you wouldn't happen to know what her type might actually be, would you?" Hunter tried desparately to sound as casual as he could and knowing he failed completely.

Amity looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, unimpressed as he refused to meet her eyes, knowing his face was the color of a tomato.

"Can we pretend that didn't sound as obvious as it did?" He said, still unwilling to meet her eyes.

Amity snorted, shaking her head with a fond smile. "Well, it's been a while since I would be the authority on that. I mean, she never ruled anyone out because of their gender before, if that's what you're looking for."

Hunter nodded, absently just taking in the new information.

"So, you like Willow then?" Amity asked casually.

"I mean, it's kinda hard not to." Hunter replied, his eyes seemingly stuck watching the plant witch from afar. "She's just so... Good and strong and sweet and pretty and-" he coughed finally looking away from Willow and down at the ground cheeks aflame. "Yeah, I like Willow."

Amity chuckled, "I can't say I blame you. You know she's too good for you, right? I mean, she's too good for anyone."

"Yeah, I know." Hunter said earnestly.

"Wow, ok. Well, I was mostly joking. Guess we gotta work on your self-esteem, huh," she nudged him with her arm. "But I get the feeling. You and I are honestly a lot more alike than I would personally like to think about right now and if I'm being honest Luz and Willow are a lot more alike than I personally would like to think about either. I mean, you and I have done some pretty unforgivable things, both to them and to other people, but the two of them, they forgave us. That's the amazing thing about Luz and Willow, they don't really care about the people we were, just the people we're trying to be." Amity smiled up at Hunter and he returned the gesture with a smile of his own.

"Yeah, so how long are you in town for? We should totally hang out." Ben Slater's voice dragged the two witches out of their moment and back to the issue at hand.

"Ugh," Amity rolled her eyes and fake gagged, "Here, go interrupt them and give this to her." Amity held out a small keychain with a plastic figure of a bee dangling from it, "I was going to give it to her later, but I can't listen to her fake giggle at this guy one more time, besides I think she'd like it better if it came from you anyways."

Hunter looked down at the little keychain before taking it from her hand, "Thank- wait, fake giggle?" He looked up at her with a manic hopefulness oozing off of him.

"Duh," Amity rolled her eyes. "You learn pretty quickly which giggles Willow Park actually means and which ones she's doing just to be polite."

Hunter looked over at Willow smiling up at Ben and started to notice some subtle details he hadn't picked up before, like how tense her shoulders were and how tight lipped her smile was and how her feet had started to fidget a little bit as though she wanted to get out of the conversation. As he was taking in these new details, the rest of Amity's sentence caught up to him.

"Hold on, why would she want me to give this to her instead of you?" He turned back to the purple haired witch confusion written all over his face, and Amity couldn't help herself she just giggled at him.

"Jeez, I hope I wasn't this bad before Luz and I got together, but honestly, I was probably worse." She laughed a little at herself. "Let's just say I might not know what Willow's type is these days, but you definitely fit what her type was back when I did know."

"Oh." He said absently before realizing exactly what Amity had just said, once it clicked, his eyes snapped back up to her once again, looking at him with a raised brow and a smirk, "Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh'." She rolled her eyes at him fondly before pushing him towards Willow. "Now go, rescue my friend from that very boring man."

Hunter let himself be pushed by Amity and made his way over to where Willow and Ben were standing. He stopped right behind Willow and tapped her on the shoulder. As she turned around, her face lit up at the sight of him with a smile that made his insides feel like they were being boiled.

"Hunter! Hey, what's up?" As she spoke to him Hunter couldn't help but pick up on how much brighter and happier she sounded in just one sentence to him than she had the entire time she'd been talking to Ben. He tried not to let himself dwell on it too much, but he'd be lying if he said he succeeded.

"Hey, I don't mean to interrupt you guys," he looked up from her perfect smiling face to Ben standing behind her. If human's were capable of doing magic Hunter knew Ben would have cursed him on the spot just from the look in the other boy's eye. He felt a little bad for how happy Ben's obvious anger made him feel, but then he looked back down at Willow, smiling up at him and realized he couldn't care any less about Ben. "Amity found this and she thought you might like to have it." He held out the little bee key chain for Willow to take.

She gasped at the sight of it quickly, taking it in her own hands, "Oh, Clover." She whispered to herself. She smiled softly at the keychain even as her she felt her eyes get a little misty before looking back up at Hunter. "Thank you, Hunter. I don't know what to say, it's just so cute, I think I'll keep it forever." She grinned at him and in an instant any cool demeanor he may have had disappeared.

His face lit up with a bright red blush, he coughed awkwardly as his hand involuntarily moved to rub the back of his neck, "Yeah, well, you know... Amity just thought and I mean, I agreed, but uh- what I mean is um... you're welcome." He cringed at his own awkwardness as she just smiled at him in that way he feels like he's not allowed to see.

"Excuse me?" Ben's voice startled the two witches back to the present moment.

In an instant Willow's smile disappeared replaced with a surprised and embarassed expression as she turned back around to face the human boy. As she turned away from him, Hunter wanted nothing more than to banish Ben to the other side of the planet, something he was able to do when he was still the Golden Guard. Of course, now he just had to settle for trying to glare a hole through the side of his perfect face.

"So sorry, Ben. This is Hunter, he's one of my friends from home I was telling you about." Willow said as diplomatically as she possibly could.

"Right, yeah whatever. So can I get your number or what?" Ben asked, putting on what he clearly thought to be his most charming smile. All it did was make Hunter's urge to punch him in the face even stronger.

Willow looked up at the human confused, "My number? Are humans assigned a number?" She asked earnestly.

"Uh..." Ben's charming smile disappeared replaced instead by pure confusion.

Willow turned around looking for something in the distance, her face perked up when she seemingly found it, "Luz!" She waved to get the human girl's attention continuing when she knew she had it. "You never gave me a number."

She said as Luz and Gus approached the oddball trio.

"A number?" Luz asked, confused before she glanced over at Ben to see his equally confused expression. "Oh, wait! Dude, are you asking for her phone number?"

"Um... yeah." Ben said, his eyes flicking between the group of four in front of him in confusion.

"Sorry, man, she doesn't have a phone." Luz shrugged, not even attempting to look apologetic.

"She doesn't have a phone?" He asked incredulously, and Luz just shook her head. "Yeah, right, okay." He rolled his eyes before looking back at Willow. "You know, if blondie's your boyfriend, you could have just said that instead of wasting my time." He stuck his hands in his pockets and walked away before any of the young witches could respond.

Willow watched him walk away her cheeks burning, unwilling to turn around and face Hunter, knowing that her feelings would be written all over her face, but not knowing Hunter was in the exact same boat.

"Well, he seemed nice." Gus was the one to finally break the silence. Luz was the only one to laugh.

"Come on, Gus, I wanna show you something called surround sound." Luz took Gus's arm and left the other two witches alone.

Willow slowly turned around to face Hunter, with a sheepish smile and a soft blush over the bridge of her nose.

"So that was... something." She let out a chuckle that felt more awkward than natural. Hunter replicated it somehow even more awkward.

"Yeah, I mean, me? Your boyfriend? That's- that's crazy...'s not quite the right word for it, but um I mean. That guy was a jerk and you deserve better. Not that I think that I would be bet-! I just um-" Hunter cringed at himself, knowing his entire face must be brighter than the red lights above the roads outside. "I think I'm going to walk away now before I say anything else, so yeah." He said quickly before turning on his heel absolutely prepared to run the opposite direction, but before he could, he felt Willow's hand on his arm stopping him.

She didn't turn him back around, instead she just stood up on her tiptoes and placed a soft peck on his cheek from behind before she walked away in the opposite direction towards Mrs. Noceda and Vee.

Hunter turned around to stare at her back, absolutely dumbfounded and rooted to the spot she left him in. Slowly, his hand came up to cup his cheek where she'd kissed him.

He was almost blown over by Luz and Gus, running past him to jump on Willow and scream excitedly at her for kissing his cheek. As the two friends yelled and jumped around her excitedly, Willow glanced over her shoulder at him, and he got to see possibly his favorite Willow smile to date.

"Nice job. Maybe there's hope for you yet." Amity said, coming to a stop right next to him.

He glanced at her for a split second before looking back at Willow, who was now completely entranced by Luz and Gus teasing her. He couldn't help the way, looking at her made him smile. "Yeah, maybe."

Sorry about this but if anyone can help me with food today, I'd be super grateful. I haven't eaten since maybe 6pm yesterday, just drank a lot of coffee. I need to take my meds and I'm in too much pain to try and cook what's left in the house. My money comes in tomorrow so I don't need much. Please reblog if you can't help, I'll turn off reblogs when I get something to eat

Kofi

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An Uncommonly Discussed Trauma Symptom

Disclaimer: This is in no way a substitute for therapy: it’s only psychoeducation. Please consult a therapist and/or hotline and get the help you need if you are experiencing mental health difficulties, especially if experiencing distress or issues that feel unmanageable.

Warnings: Mentions and discussion of suicidal ideation, death, abuse and violence.

Special thanks to @ashanimus and @childlikegoblinqueen

Ever heard of "the sense of a foreshortened future"?

If you have suffered trauma over a sustained and long enough period of time, you may find that you can't imagine yourself living long. You can't see yourself reaching milestones, because it hardly makes sense to your mind that you can go on for that long...given how much you have felt like you've escaped danger, given just how many close calls you have had in life.

Yet the sense of a foreshortened future is a separate thing from suicidality.

If you have both of those together though, it really isn't fun because they may feed one another in a cycle, in the way that symptoms under the same mental health condition have the potential to do the same.

It isn't a desire for pain to end (which is what suicidality is), more so a generated expectation that takes root, and a framework which a survivor tries to fit their experiences into, with the goal to get things to make as much sense as can be. Because it's often the easier thing to devise a simple formula, to feel certainty and to manage one's expectations: rather than embrace the grey areas of uncertainty about how life will turn out.

It's almost as if this feeling of a foreshortened future is in a tug-of-war match between what appears to be solid reasoning, and a person's natural survival instinct along with the hunger for a meaningful life.

This symptom isn't on the *official* criteria for a psychiatrist or clinical psychologist to make any diagnoses, it is not listed in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, Fifth Edition (DSM-5) or International Classification of Diseases, 10th Revision (ICD-10). But informally it is sometimes categorized as an avoidance symptom under both PTSD and Complex PTSD, and also under longer-term depression.

(however, I think it can extend to other conditions. The key criteria is it emerges from repeatedly experiencing horrible things until it makes sense in one's head to expect themselves not to last much longer)

If you hop onto Google Scholar to find proper research about it, the findings are very scarce because it's hard to define it, empirically measure it and quantify it in the first place.

Again, it's not the same as suicidal ideation because a foreshortened-future view is an expectation, while the latter is about a desire.

I wasn't taught about this symptom in any training and supervision before becoming a licensed therapist, nor did any of my own therapists bring it up as psychoeducation when I saw them. It was only through online articles on informal websites that I stumbled upon the phrase and it all clicked for my long-term experiences.

But I feel it is good knowledge for anyone providing psychotherapy to bear in mind.

In The Owl House, the grimwalker lore weaved into Hunter's arc, can shockingly be linked with this symptom, symbolically and thematically.

But the show's age rating means it would likely be too dark for the writing team to explicitly incorporate it into Hunter's dialogue.

Hunter was a lamb marked for the slaughter early on.

He has questioned his survival and ability to thrive.

The following article on Psychology Today describes Belos's long-term influence on Hunter pretty well and provides info that strengthens the points I'm making in this whole post:

Link

It's bad enough that before Hunter and Luz found Belos's mindscape, he struggled with the fear of failure to the extent that there was already the raging inner battle between his primal survival instinct and the already knackered part of him that sought eternal rest from his suffering (showing up as suicidal thoughts):

Fast forward a number of episodes...and we see the looming horrors in Hollow Mind that culminated in Hunter's discovery of what his predecessors went through:

followed by permanent rejection by his parental figure:

The power held by a foreshortened-future view, and its potential to isolate you - to make you feel like you're invisible, or a ghost - can be strong.

What Hunter said to Gus in the following screencaps sums up what it feels like pretty well:

In the context of having an abuser, it emerges from the negative beliefs they impose on you. It gets tricky if those beliefs are internalized, and which may remain internalized even after you get to safety and away from said abuser. Internalized until they become what you expect of your life.

It's about those thoughts which you know in your rational mind are lies, but you feel their apparent truth. They go more silent when you practice self-care but they return to try and reel you in again, and to a degree, they succeed in getting you to believe them all over again, before you renounce them once more.

Being in the C-PTSD Club along with Hunter, I personally experience the feeling of a foreshortened future as a voice deep down which almost always says that life feels too long and it therefore feels absolutely weird, like it doesn't make sense. Life feels too long, contrary to that commonly heard cheesy quote, "Life is too short to blah blah blah".

When I reached milestone birthdays like my 21st, it was confusing and made me irritable, feeling an itch deep down that I could not scratch.

The voice asks me why the heck I'm still around when it apparently doesn't make sense. It's a pervading feeling which can be pretty annoying, though I have it far enough in the background that it's like noise instead of being a source of distress.

It's not the easiest thing to explain this, but Hunter may have confusing thoughts creeping into his head like "Caleb didn't last long, why would I?" whereby such thoughts have a strange feel to them. They aren't exactly hard rules, nor are they distant enough that they can be easily brushed aside. Brain hurty, emotions spooky.

After the horror of this night:

I can definitely see Hunter wrestling with this symptom from time to time. No doubt. It was a major loss of autonomy and control that would significantly aggravate what was already brewing deep down.

I'm doubtful that the crew even established this on purpose (unless they actually consulted trauma experts and/or experienced mental health practitioners), but...this one symptom ties in with grimwalker lore so perfectly...it's hella fascinating that all Hunter's predecessors' lives (including Caleb's) were cut short. Prematurely.

They came with an expiry date set by their abuser: something very characteristic of this foreshortened future feeling, though not unique to survivors of abusive home environments (e.g. if you experienced natural disasters over many years, yet had a loving family, you could also feel like you may not live long). And Hunter's experience of seeing the grimwalker graveyard in Hollow Mind is a shockingly visceral and visual metaphor to symbolize a concept like this, which matches perfectly with his symptomology as a Complex PTSD survivor.

The battle for inner peace has a high price: it is ongoing, and extends beyond him being physically free from Belos. Because Hunter can't just trim away the Belos-related memories from his earliest years and formative years. He can't forget, but he can choose to give those memories less attention, and choose not to let them take the steering wheel in the long-term.

In my opinion, the possession scenes don't just portray the physical experience of an abuser returning to try regaining control or restoring the status quo of having the survivor in their grasp.

The scenes also represent the abuser's imprint upon the survivor that lasts beyond the duration for which Belos is present in Hunter's life. Belos is the kind of abuser that is so insidious that he knows he could leave some marks that outlast his directly physical presence, in the event that he meets his own end. He would have definitely thought about this. Leaving the kind of grisly reminders that won't ever technically fade away (not to be confused with how they can certainly "fade further into the background" via therapy, new positive experiences and the support of loved ones).

For example, the patterns of the permanent scars on Hunter look so much like the patterns on Philip's own face and body. When possessed, the markings were dark green, later faded to the colour of scar tissue once Belos leaves his body.

As we all know, it's hella sad to imagine Hunter having to look at himself in mirrors throughout the rest of his life. It was awful enough that he had the haircut-related panic attack.

If we tie all that back to the symptom of a foreshortened-future view: Hunter might be left with a spooky nebulous feeling (that will alternate between coming back to haunt him, and subsiding) that he too has some expiry date that is different from how the people around him naturally and confidently expect to live a substantially long life. As a cult survivor with C-PTSD, Hunter can't afford the luxury of those natural expectations.

I don't mean that he might plan a day in the future to end his own life, not at all. But he may have a strange ghostly expectation of how long more he has till his life may come to an end, and he wouldn't be sure of how this subconscious expectation came about.

The darker days of navigating the confusing mess of his complex trauma may feel like exhaustion from paddling and swimming to keep your head above water to breathe.

Speaking of water and drowning, plus the theme of sinking down vs. rising back up above the water surface...the fact that Camila jumped in to bring him back up, his friends helped to pull him out, and Flapjack passes new life to him...this is also some crazy powerful symbolism for surviving complex trauma.

Falling back on a support network, your "tribe", that won't abandon you.

My other Hunter analyses (link) go into more detail about his support network and why he needs it.

I was talking to a friend about all this: she has relevant lived experience and mentioned that poor Hunter would reach a milestone birthday and perhaps cry at least a bit on that day, maybe even during the birthday party: out of sheer confusion. The confusion would be silently screaming "But...this doesn't...make sense?". And he might feel confusing waves of darker emotions along with a strange sense of joy.

He may make a decision to start a family with Willow, and a confused questioning voice will bother him now and then with "How are you still here, doing this and living to see this?".

(...also, when is his birthday...? Is it documented in some Emperor's Coven records that they will find..? Even the mere concept of having a birthday is messed up for him to think about, given the purpose behind his creation)

Complex trauma changes its survivors' relationships with the world, not just with people, and this can even apply to their relationships with things like joy and how joy is experienced.

Flapjack's absence would have bred survivor's guilt. It might translate into Hunter questioning whether he is worth the love and effort his friends put in for him. This feeling could emerge at random moments over the years in his life.

Visually, I feel that these two frames - the lighting (which I'd say is unique among all his scenes because they are parts of his arc that stand out so much), his pose, his expression - somehow capture the experience of how complex trauma is chronic and long-term:

The currently most known C-PTSD memoir out there, What My Bones Know by journalist Stephanie Foo, has some content that I feel matches nicely with what Hunter is experiencing in the two separate scenes above.

The author describes something she calls "the dread" (if you get the book, it's first mentioned on page 51). I would call it the amalgamation of multiple things such as shame, the fear of impending harm, self-doubt where you question whether you did something wrong, fearing that someone hates you, etc.

And basically, good lord my poor boy in the first screenshot..with that expression of suspecting what he thought was Belos's presence in the room: something about it fits the book author's words, feeling like she was "on the precipice of fucking everything up".

That's certainly something that would cross Hunter's mind multiple times as he processes the worst night of his life. That he could have done something to prevent all that.

With so much pre-existing worry that his friends and family might actually hate him, the possession scenes and Flapjack's death would definitely shake his foundation and I'm sure he isn't past this kind of ingrained thought pattern at all:

Second, the book author calls C-PTSD a shapeshifting "beast" (page 316). And when she fights it, she must use a different strategy depending on what form it takes, and that it will keep coming back from time to time in another form. Which is why there is a particular exhaustion one feels from having to adapt to each battle.

For Hunter, the second screencap of him fighting Belos's coercion in a direct physical manner is the first of many battles he has to win in his mind, even after Belos is gone for good. Outlasting whatever invisible assailant is trying to get him, as he faces inevitable episodes of being retraumatized in the future: these are called emotional flashbacks (one of the symptoms of C-PTSD).

Being a survivor of complex trauma who experiences a weird sense of time via a foreshortened-future view, can feel like being on the outside looking in.

But! To end this meta on a hopeful note, I should reiterate something from my most recent long meta about Retraumatization vs. Self-Soothing, the first part of Hunter's important speech in Thanks to Them touches on wild magic and palisman. Wild magic represents freedom, while palismen (quoting the Bat Queen) represent close bonds in relationships, emotion, and conviction.

Applying this to how we can navigate the swampy waters of a foreshortened-future view, Hunter can use his newfound freedom and sense of agency to create the story he'd like to tell about his life. It is pretty much impossible to avoid bringing beliefs from our young formative years into adulthood. But expectations (which have a direct link with emotions we end up feeling) of ourselves and of life can be altered over time, so they become less rigid and instead more open to new possibilities.

He has an inquisitive mind which is a big plus point in understanding the impact of what he has been through, and I have full faith that he'll do just fine in that regard because of the courage we have seen in him.

Among the hobbies he explores in the future, flyer derby will be one example of an excellent outlet for him because of its physicality: trauma and grief are not only emotional battlegrounds but also highly physical ones. The body is also very much involved e.g. feeling the lead-like weight of depressive moods in one's body, feeling the physical tension of hypervigilance, etc.

It's fantastic that he has Luz, Willow, Gus and company, he will have a very meaningful career, and he'll have everyone else in his large found family.

His story...his heart...his resilience and vitality...it's all truly inspirational.

We might learn even more about the grimwalkers in the finale and that would undoubtedly prompt me to do a shorter Part 2 on top of this meta.

Odysseus: I'm a monster now Penelope I'm not the man you once knew

Penelope, can see through bullshit, of Sparta: Move the bed

Odysseus:

Everytime I want to judge Ford for falling for the flattery of a damn Triangle I re-think and realize I WOULDVE FALLEN SOONER!! If some god came down and started praising me and making me feel special I would’ve folded so damn fast and built that portal quicker then Bill could rip the teeth out of someone’s head

I’m also very lonely so that would’ve aided it all lmao

would you still love me again?

I love this AU.

Mason is paranoid, and Mabel a little shit.

trial and error and error and error and error and error and error and error and error and