Hogwarts houses not as your defining trait but the way you survived your childhood — the way you coped with your trauma.
Ravenclaw is the book you buried your nose in as you put one foot in front of the other. They are the children who stayed under the bed with flashlights to catch the monster under the bed. They are the children who came to believe themselves to be monsters. Ravenclaw is a room where you store all the things you try to forget. It’s spending years trying to think your way out of that room. Its knowing the world is a vicious place and finding wonder in it anyways.
Slytherin is keeping your head down and your eyes open. It’s blood in your mouth and venom on your tongue. Slytherin is being sharp and precise and deadly as a snake because there’s no other way to survive. It’s knowing there’s no space for you in this world unless you’re willing to carve it out. They are the children who learned to bide their time. To wait for the perfect moment to strike. To go in for the kill. Slytherin is knowing there is no justice in this world unless you make it.
Gryffindor is a tightly clenched fist to keep your hands from shaking. Its children who used to hide under the bed. Children who swore they’d never let anyone make them afraid again. Gryffindor is raised eyebrows and hackles. It’s children who know fear like a second skin. They wrap themselves in it like a home. Gryffindor is digging your toes into the earth and widening your stance. It’s matching the lions predatory gaze with a challenge of your own and clenching your jaw so it doesn’t tremble.
Hufflepuff is a pair of trembling hands that hold on tight. It’s knowing that caring leads to betrayal and deciding to care anyways. It’s tear stains and heart strings boldly on display. It’s knowing life isn’t fair but choosing to try anyway. They are the children that know the world is cruel. They are the children that love it anyway.
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✧ravenclaw playlist✧
it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live
mind over matter — young the giant “I’m in tatters thinking ‘bout her. Taste my disaster, it’s heavy on my tongue.”
little talks — of monsters and men “there’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back— well, tell her that I miss our little talks. Soon it will be over and buried with our past.”
east of eden — zella day “call me wild, drinking up the sunshine… denim sky unbuttoned down the middle, spilling out little by little.”
double take — dhruv “spend a summer or a lifetime with me, let me take you to the place of your dreams.”
the louvre — lorde “blow all my friendships to sit in hell with you, but we’re the greatest. They’ll hang us in the louvre.”
are you bored yet — clairo “feels like I’ve known you my whole life, I can see right through your lies. I don’t know where we’re going but I’d like to be by your side.”
midas — skott “saying you’re afraid of passing time— how I wish that there’s a way that we could always, always live for always.”
softcore — the neighborhood “you’re like the sun, you wake me up, but you drain me out if I get too much. I might need you or I’ll break. Are we too young for this?”
like real people do — hozier “I knew that look, dear, eyes always seeking, was there in someone that dug long ago.”
medusa — kailee morgue “there’s secrets and riddles that live in these walls, there’s ghosts of past heroes and I hear them call my name.”
meet me in the woods tonight — lord huron “there ain’t language for the things that I’ve seen, and the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams.”
apocalypse — cigarettes after sex “got the music in you baby, tell me why. You’ve been locked in here forever and you just can’t say goodbye.”
That’s all! ゚.*・。
gryffindor playlist: https://liliamoon.tumblr.com/post/685140542509793280/gryffindor-playlist
hufflepuff playlist: https://liliamoon.tumblr.com/post/680000122700120064/hufflepuff-playlist
slytherin playlist: https://liliamoon.tumblr.com/post/687767860056080384/slytherin-playlist
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hogwarts houses: hufflepuff
Give me real Hufflepuffs. Not the innocent, quiet, weak house everyone thinks of when they hear our name- give me the very essence of harsh sunlight and the smell of earth.
Give me real Hufflepuffs.
Give me glares and middle fingers and screaming your voice hoarse to remind people that you are here, that you do deserve to be heard. Give me teenagers in bright colors who smile as sweetly as honey but will kick you in the shins for an inappropriate comment.
Give me eyeliner and glitter and laughing as loud as you can. Give me dyed hair and flirtatious winks and staying up all night to talk to that special someone. Give me hands splattered in paint and charcoal, because Hufflepuffs have art in their soul.
Give me soft clothes and sparkly highlighter and the squint of someone’s eyes when they smile genuinely. Give me dancing under neon lights, give me adrenaline. Give me fairy lights and sleepy smiles and everything green and yellow and good, because Hufflepuffs are not your leftovers.
We are real. We are sunlight and sleep and the bite of knives, and don’t you ever forget it.
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No, but hear me out. Hogwarts Houses as the time of day:
Gryffindor is the sunrise — the oranges and reds smeared across the sky like God ran his hand through a painting of flames. Sunrises are a rebirth of sorts. Light bathes the earth like a second chance. Sunrise is quieter than one might expect. The air is filled with anticipation — the moment before the lion pounces. This is Gryffindor: the moment just before the world is set aflame in oil paints and watercolors.
Ravenclaw is a starry night. Stars evoke thought — scientific, philosophical, astronomical thought. Stars, like knowledge, light the way through the dark. They are the light in the dark. When they cannot be seen, you must search for them — you must reach for a telescope. Ravenclaw is drowning in books like a never ending sea of stars and welcoming the waves. You turn to the sky. They’re beautiful — the stars.
Hufflepuff is the early afternoon sunshine — the light of day warming the earth. It’s the heat of friendship deep in your chest. It’s knowing the earth has shadows and turning your face upwards. The sun warms the skin of your face. The wind blows though your hair. The sun can burn you but you love it anyways. And the sun? It loves you back.
Slytherin is dusk. Snakes are creatures of dusk — of the place where light and dark collide. It’s place of children with an affinity for shadows. Dusk lends itself to shadows. They thrive there. Shadows take over the earth as dusk rises. Dusk itself is a sort of consumption. Like ambition, it will swallow you whole, and you will have no choice but to let it. Slytherin is dusk swallowing the earth.
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