Okay, but like… I haven’t seen anyone else talk about it, but I NEED to talk about this, so excuse my ranting!
Hunter and Philip’s reunion was horrible and terrifying and I hated it, but also LOVED it. For one thing, wefinallygot a Wittebro name reveal and confirmation that Flapjack was his palisman!!
But the thing I really want to talk about right now is Hunter.
As Philip makes one last ditch attempt to gain control over Hunter again, the poor kid is terrified.
Then, after the Collector Splats™ Philip, he is completely mortifiedover what he just saw. Because while it is true that Philip has done nothing but abuse and manipulate Hunter all his life, he was still the one that raised him. He was still the one that Hunter loved, praised, and believed in for all those years. He was still family, in some sick, twisted way.
And then, when all the kids are running toward the Portal, Hunter is the only one to hesitate. Because making it to the Portal means stepping over what (he believes to be) Philip’s deceased remains. After everything that Philip has done to him, the other Golden Guards, and even his own brother–the one Hunter was made after– he can’t bring himself to disrespect Philip’s remains in such a way.
It’s only after Gus and Willow stop and urge him on does he begin to move again.
And even still, he has his eyes tightly shut, as if refusing to look down.
I don’t really have the words to describe how this all makes me feel, but damn… It just really speaks volumes about how much of a better person Hunter–and by extension Caleb– is than Philip. How much kinder, considerate, and caring they both are. It honestly breaks my heart.
i love david jenkins so much, he really said “the gays won’t care about the logic of time and space so long as we give them pirates who kiss” and he was absolutely right. at this point ed could have his full beard back at the beginning of season two with no time jump at all and i would just say thank you. lucius could survive being thrown overboard due to the buoyancy of his wooden finger and i’d be like yup, makes perfect sense, no notes. i am willfully forgetting everything i’ve ever known for this show. i am not just suspending my disbelief, i am loading it into a cannon and blasting it to the heavens.
actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i’ve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn’t i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i’m closer to thirty then to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can’t talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do.
