for the last fucking time representation does not mean shoving in a queer romance. it means acknowledging we fucking exist. it means a girl saying she likes girls. it means a character doing something as simple as checking out their same gender. you don’t have to be in a relationship to be recognized as queer. representation is not and never has been about ‘ships.’ it’s about normality. it’s about existing for a purpose other than a punchline or a god damned ship
The Brazilian School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is a smattering of low-rise cottages hidden in the coastal forests of Bahia near a mid-sized bay where Senhor Cardoso’s martial arts students like to practice a fusion of defensive magic and capoeira (often to an audience of wide-eyed first-years), and build soaring sand castles to pass the time. Wands were introduced by immigrants and have grown in popularity with the diversification of the student body; however, the use of focal objects and organic magic still remain prominent. Students dress in demure robes throughout the year, and break out their flashiest clothing for Carnival during which there is an unofficial competition for the most creative clothing enchantments (glitter-burst charms are common, as are colour-shifting spells although they do tend to backfire and turn clothes an ugly medley of brown and vomit-yellow if the fabric doesn’t take well to enchantments).
O, take me back to when t i m e was ours, and smiles fit our lips so carelessly.
♚ “The heroes will always be remembered. The best. The best and the worst. And a few who were a bit of both.”