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“What’s this, Luz got away with murder? Can’t say I approve, but at least she’s being herself.”
Me
Before anyone reads this fic, you deserve to know what you’re getting into.
It took near the show’s end, but the Owl House has come to mean a lot to me recently, though not for the amazing LGBTQIA representation. It came to mean more when I learned Luz was considered neurodivergent by Dana Terrace.
Neurodivergent. Just like me. I have Autism, and she (likely) has ADHD.
Looking back at the first episode, and what it implied, I realized that back in school, I was Luz once.
• The lack of friends
• The (heavily implied) bullying
• (Before I was diagnosed) constantly in trouble and getting bad grades.
• Always in my fantasy world because reality is so hard to bear sometimes.
To some extent, I know how Luz must have felt back in the human realm.
Because of this, I now feel fiercely protective of her, and I am fiercely biased in her favour.
I will never blame her for being ostracized, or in trouble at school (except for the book report).
I will never blame her for staying in the Demon Realm.
I will never blame her for lying to Camila.
The Owl house became a hyper-fixation between Thanks to Them and For the Future. Comics on YouTube, fanfics, they became a sense of comfort and happiness, and in one area, a trigger.
It didn’t relate to any bad memories I have, so I don’t know why it affected me so much, but this trigger inflamed my anxiety for the last few weeks of December and a bit of January too. Like my usual anxiety, logical thought doesn’t always take the unpleasant feelings away, or top my thoughts from spinning in circles when I let my guard down.
For the Future helped, it REALLY helped. The trigger is still there, but not nearly as bad, like an emotional bruise that’s sore if it brushes against anything.
This trigger I now pour into the words of this fic, to express, and hopefully exorcise it from my head.
Basically, this fic is therapy for me.
Because of the above, this is possibly the most vindictive story I’ve ever put to page.
• Lots of angst
• Lots of tears.
• I’m far too mean to a character my logical brain knows has long since redeemed themselves.
• The messages are as subtle as those in A Lying Witch and a Warden.
• The notes will basically be me ranting as I elaborate on my opinion (I don’t blame anyone for skipping them).
• My opinions on American culture will slip through in said notes. I have never lived there, only consumed much of their media, and heard some second-hand information, so a MASSIVE grain of salt, obviously, and I’m sorry to anyone I offend.
• There will be known songs spliced into certain chapters and chapter titles because random musical numbers are my favourite way to show what a character is going through.
Anyone who doesn’t fancy reading, I do not blame you.
Anyone who does read it, and comments, has as much right to their views as me. What else is this show about if not accepting different ways of thinking?
Though I might not reply or discuss your opinion with you. Sorry.
Whether it’s just what my anxiety has latched onto while it flares up, or it’s too close to home for me to be objective, I don’t want to bring an ugly energy into the comments, the site, or the community by reacting badly.
Let’s never forget what the Owl House has done for us, for cartoons, and for representation everywhere.
Thank you, Dana Terrace, for bringing us this wonderful, clever show.