I'm a 22 year old Aquarius (she/her please); if you're up at 3am and feelin' lonely, just message me! (Don't worry, I'm nocturnal) Let's be friends! :3
Hufflepuff: Hey, how's i-
Ravenclaw: It's September and I'm still wearing shorts.
Hufflepuff: Yeah, well summer isn't o-
Ravenclaw: I was promised sweater weather, hot coffee and orange leaves.
Hufflepuff: Just give it time, it'll be autumn soon.
Ravenclaw: I'm not very patient.
Hufflepuff: I know.
aries: boots
taurus: sweaters
gemini: caramel apples
cancer: pumpkins
leo: thanksgiving
virgo: changing leaves
libra: pumpkin spice lattes
scorpio: dark lipstick colors
sagittarius: cozy fire
capricorn: halloween
aquarius: crisp air
pisces: apple picking
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Summer: Leo, Aries, Pisces
Fall/Autumn: Taurus, Virgo, Scorpio
Winter: Cancer, Capricorn, Aquarius
Spring: Gemini, Libra, Sagittarius
Ravenclaw:
Annotated and dog-eared books, lovingly highlighted and battered with broken spines and worn covers; sitting in a bay window with a hot coffee as rain pours outside; ink on a page; the scents of vanilla, cinnamon, cardamom, cloves, damp stone, and rain; early spring when everything is cool and wet and green; antique chemistry sets; a winter sunrise; vintage dresses; huge, soft sweaters with leggings and flats; sleeping on a bare mattress with a single pillow and heavy blankets; curtains dancing in front of an open window on a summer night; stargazing; astronomy; paint-stained clothes and hands; pencil sketches on homemade paper; doodle-riddled notes and assignments; scouring the web for obscure facts in the middle of the night; writing essays at three a.m. in a caffeine induced haze; exploring old moors; pressed flowers between the pages of heavy books
Slytherin:
Ivy climbing a crumbling stone wall; slinky velvet evening gowns; finely tailored suits; torch-lit stone halls; furniture of leather and dark woods; the scents of coffee, allspice, wood smoke, and steel; black tea; heavy wool coats; misty hills and damp stone; the quiet hours just before dawn; cold spring rains; special-edition, leather-bound versions classic horrors like Frankenstein and The Picture of Dorian Gray with gold and silver-leafed pages; rooms lit only with stained glass lamps; the twilit sky painted indigo, gold, and bloody orange; hedge mazes and dark forests; jewel-tones like sapphire blue, deepest red, and emerald green; knife-sharp eyeliner and matte lips painted in reds so dark they look black; sky-high heels knocking on the stone floor of an empty cathedral; quiet words powerful and carrying as thunder
Hufflepuff:
Summer mornings when the forests come alive; wading through creeks looking for stones to collect and little frogs to catch; pulling up grass and hand-tilling soil for a garden; tire swings; picnics on a hill; making pottery with clay you harvested yourself; arms covered in mud and dirt up to the elbows; rolled-up jeans and sun-bleached t-shirts; sneakers battered from exploring fields and forests; herbs hung from the ceiling to dry; washing fresh-grown vegetables in the sink; sitting down for a family dinner; laying in the grass with your significant other pointing out the shapes of clouds; standing up for that one kid at school that gets picked on; settling a fight between your little siblings; holding a friend while they cry; painting pictures of everything you see even if you’re not very good at it; potted plants in every available space in your house; a messy kitchen that smells like cookies and baking bread; volunteering with the Special Olympics; reading to little kids at shelters; helping your friend with a breakup by treating them to a movie night complete with footie pajamas and ice cream
Gryffindor:
Going to all the charity events your high school hosts; getting into scraps because someone picked a fight; late-summer bonfires surrounded by the songs of cicadas and frogs and glimmering fireflies; roasting a marshmallow until it bursts into flames; throwing your best friend into a pool; pickup games of basketball with the neighborhood kids; screaming your lungs out at a concert or football game; going out on the town with your friends; eating as much pizza as you can; traveling the world because it makes you feel alive; trying to cook something and catching it on fire; laughing so hard it hurts; lighting fireworks on the Fourth of July; laughing with your friend to make them feel better after an awkward attempt at asking someone out; riding your bike to your friend’s house; messing with your sibling and being ready to tear someone apart when they try to do the same; living until it hurts because you’re young and invincible and free
Depression isn’t drinking coffee and shaky hands holding a cigarette or writing poetry late at night. It’s not sleeping in cold winter mornings or a book store visit where you meet the love of your life and they somehow put the broken pieces back together with a smile. Depression is staying home all the time and sleeping for 4 days in a row. It’s greasy hair because you haven’t showered in a week. It’s not eating. It’s tear stained pillows and trash covering every inch of your room because the thought of cleaning it makes you feel sick. It’s a pill when you wake up. It’s like slow moving traffic in your brain you want so desperately to get out off it you wanna find the nearest exit but you’re stuck. It’s therapy every Wednesday. It’s telling your friends your busy when in reality you can’t handle the thought of leaving your bed. It’s a report card with all failing grades and trying to explain to your mom that you’ll do better next time when you both know that’s a lie.
There’s two types of Autumn:
autumn : the greatest season of all.
There’s two types of Autumn:
autumn : the greatest season of all.
if u don’t like Hufflepuffs then u must not like acceptance, honesty, equality, loyalty, easy kitchen access and lovely cozy hobbit holes and if u don’t like any of those things then u must be a very sad person and i will invite u into our cozy badger tunnel and nab u some cauldron cakes and butterbeer from the kitchens next door and listen to ur troubles until u feel a lil less sad
people who go through college without drinking coffee to survive are impossibly stalwart and should never be challenged
but the people who DO drink coffee to survive college are filled with unstoppable power before their coffee, but only if every task they are completing is towards the goal of getting coffee
what im saying is: if a non-coffee-drinker stood in front of a coffee-drinker’s coffee maker, who would win?
unstoppable force vs an immovable object
