Harry Houdini, sobbing in frustration: “Oh my god. Oh my god. Arthur I’m not a goddamn wizard. Please stop.”
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: “Why won’t you trust me, Harry? Am I not good enough to share in your wizard secrets?”
Harry Houdini: “Arthur please. Please. Arthur you are the most gullible man alive and you’re getting scammed by paper cutouts of faeries.”
Harry Houdini: “Arthur, this isn’t working out. I think we should have a friend breakup. It’s unhealthy…”
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: “I was thinking the same thing. If you won’t face the facts and accept that you’re a magic wizard, I don’t think I can carry this relationship by myself knowing the truth about you.”
Harry Houdini: “Yeah see this is exactly what I mean.”
Here is a work of historical fantasy that I would like to exist: A disgruntled Harry Houdini and a delighted Sir Arthur Conan Doyle stumble upon the existence of a hidden magical world.
when you accidentally call something “gay” in front of your Straight Ally™ friends and they look at you like they’re about to lecture like no dont wory im a professional i can do this
Plot twist: A fat protagonist has a compelling arc and stays fat the whole time, because using weightloss to signify personal growth is fucked up and also lazy writing.
and she used her white privilege to propel the integration movement and stood up against the active and overt racism in her town. ya go tracy!!!
A true queen
I ABSOLUTELY ADORE HAIRSPRAY AND THATS THE TEA!!!!!!!!!!!!
highkey hope one of the LGBT-confirmed characters ends up being Soldier 76 because like, can you image the white straight cis male outrage. It’d be incredible. The tears would water my crops. The salt would season my food. The harsh winters would ease as Mr.everyman protagman is seized by the gay agenda.