obviously i love jhutch and im usually very quick to defend his overly enthusiastic allyship in the 2010s because a) i do genuinely think he cares about lgbt rights and b) i was in highschool in the 2010s, i remember how huge it was for a famous person to be even slightly supportive of lgbt people, let alone doing actual charity work
but some of the things he said were unfortunately extremely funny in hindsight
Look, I agree that trying to sell folks on original fiction by citing fanfic tropes is asinine, but at least "oh, it's got enemies to lovers!" tells you something substantive about the plot and characters. I once had somebody try to convince me to read a work of original fiction by telling me that it has a romance with a height gap.
It's cool how many movies are just like "Remember when this older, better movie existed? Remember that? Remember when we made a good movie, in the past?" Incredible job giving up. Cinematic equivalent of peaking in high school and not quite being able to accept it
Babe I swear I just saw their reblog first, I didn’t ignore yours, it was just that yours was further down the dash, that’s not on me that’s on tumblr babe, tumblr wants to drive a wedge between us, I love you I swear babe, pls believe me pls don’t let them win
Imagine if you had a neighbour who keeps performing songs from Phantom of the Opera in his apartment every night, by himself but accompanied by a parrot, which he has taught to sing Christine's part. Admittedly it's kind of obnoxious but you are far too baffled to even be properly annoyed. And also you don't want to confront someone with that kind of power and determination. So every once in a while you just hear this guy dramatically bellow
My longhouse is perfectly constructed. Every morning when I wake up in bed at the far end of my longhouse, I say my syllable. Then I spend all day sitting in bed. By sunset my syllable has traveled to the other end of my longhouse and back, and as it smacks me in the head, I fall asleep. My longhouse is perfectly constructed.