the real magic in the harry potter universe is how harry was always in the right place at the right time to overhear the exact conversation between the two people he needed to know to piece together the mystery of the year like god damn
please don’t ever talk shit about george r. r. martin in front of me. do not call him sexist for the scenes of a tv show he had no control over. do not call him sexist or racist for writing scenes of a book series set in an alternative medieval reality where sexism and racism were part of the fictional universe he was writing. do not tell me that he didn’t know how to develop women or people of color, and that he only ever knew how to portray sexual desire, for he did do that very well, yet never made his characters about that and that only. george r. r. martin wrote strong women. he wrote vulnerable women. he wrote women that could fight with swords, and women that could fight with words. he wrote characters of color who were in positions of power as well as characters who were demeaned by their skin color. he wrote people, and realistic ones at that. do not talk shit about george r. r. martin in front of me.