where is the harry potter fic where harry has to deal with the fact that ginny weasely is deeply fucked over by childhood insecurities and trust issues from her family and then by her terrible first year at hogwarts and then by her terrible sixth year of hogwarts she was the ringleader of organized guerilla rebellion against a crushing occupationist force when she was sixteen. SIXTEEN.
she is not harry’s happy ending. she was a child in the shadow of her parent’s war and she got her first wounds from it when she was eleven and alone and she carried those scars forward into battle again and again—when she was fourteen, when she was fifteen. she grew up violent and angry under terrible pressure and she’s never going to be anyone’s reward.
i want to see harry fucking realize that. i want to see him wake up at night with her wand at his throat and love her anyway. i want to see him make her sandwiches when her hands are shaking too bad from curse damage to hold utensils. i want to see him get the fuck over himself and earn her.
lavender brown gets more hate for how she handles unrequited romantic feelings than snape does and i find that incredibly disturbing
When you love two characters but they get paired together and their relationship just seems bland but the more you think about it, the more it seems creepy and toxic, and you want them both to just stop except there’s no hope of that because they die together married without pink hair
Fuck you, Rowling what message were you even trying to convey with them? “When you enter a relationship, and your partner seems uncomfortable with the situation and questions frequently whether or not you’ll be safe, physically and mentally, in this relationship, THE ANSWER IS TO GIVE UP WHAT MAKES YOU UNIQUE AND ALSO YOUR FIGHTING SPIRIT SO THAT YOU CAN MOTHER HIS CHILD EVEN THOUGH HE HAS REPEATEDLY SAID HE’S AFRAID OF HAVING KIDS FOR THEIR OWN GENETIC SAFETY.”
Yes, what a lovely message to use two of your strongest, smartest, and most potentially queer characters to convey through their miserable, dissatisfying heterosexual relationship that essentially involves everything that they previously dreaded occuring in their lives actually happening to them and being shown as a good thing by the narrative.
#I’m sorry the more I think about Remus and Tonks’ relationship #the sadder and more angry it makes me #like if it happened in real life to someone good for them I wouldnt critique #but the fact that it’s entirely deliberately set up by an author who made them express all the things THEY WOULD NOT LIKE #and then made them SUDDENLY WANT THOSE THINGS WITHOUT ANY CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT LEADING TO THESE CHANGES IN DESIRES #especially an author who is so fucking proud of her own ‘queer representation’ which is literally only existant through omission and nuance #who then takes these two one of whom is pretty much representative of an HIV/AIDS patient in the 80s-90s and his whole narrative is affected #and the other is comprised of lesbian stereotypes which are cleverly reversed and played with #and is full of genderqueer/intersex potential due to her metamorphmagi powers #and the fact that she refuses to go by her feminine given name #FOR CHRISTS SAKES ROWLING
#yes YES everything about this #the fact that she CHOSE this setup #this queer erasing completely ooc potentially abusive scenario #nausea coils in me tbh #because you know there are narrative choices had she made them that could have affirmed the queerness of both characters #while putting them together #in a beautifully genderqueer explosively subversive fucking-up-all-your-heteronormative expectations #fashion but instead she snaps them down and tramples them and they’re clinging to the shards of their possibilities and that #that is unforgiviable (via andimprouvaire)
yeah seriously tell us how wizardry’s done in the new world tell me how the wizards from france and spain and britain stamped out the brujos and the medicine men and set up their own schools tell me what the fuck the british raj did to fucking india because the patel twins are going to school in scotland and what are they told about their history, tell me about native american kids learning to say wingardium leviosa with hate in their hearts and tell me about wizarding rabbis bickering about whether you can use potions on the sabbath tell me about the slaves on their ships with their wands broken, mouthing curses in the dark tell me about the runaways that made it with garter snakes wrapped around their wrists that told them when they tasted dogs in the distance, tell me about the underground railroad and abolitionists with unbreakable vows and home-spun invisibility cloaks and disilusionments, using obliviate, using imperio, knowing that they served a higher justice, tell me about what happened to black wizards in the fifties, about what gates they were storming in the sixties tell me about queer wizards taking love potions every morning in their coffee to stay married to their husbands and their wives because what else could they do?
the world only begins and ends with straight white christians if you don’t bother looking any farther than that and too many people don’t and i am tired, tired, tired