hufflepuff: big warm cups of tea or coffee, sucking on a piece of candy and savoring the sweetness, eating s’mores and feeling the stickiness of marshmallows on your fingers, freshly picked flowers, the warmth of a tight hug, long train rides, a home-cooked meal, bright and clear eyes, birds singing in the morning, girls braiding each other’s hair, candles, dancing the night away, cushy armchairs, warm colors, linking pinkies, freckles, cats purring, strawberries and peaches, handmade quilts, baking with an apron on and flour everywhere, sunshine all around you
ravenclaw: marble statues, stars shining in the night sky, the rustle of parchment paper, brass telescopes, curling up with a new book, the ache in your hands after writing for a long stretch of time, steady rain, paris, mirrors, spending the afternoon in an art museum, strange trinkets and tools splayed across a room, winding staircases, puzzles, period films, tapping a pen impatiently, old books on odd subjects, licking an envelope before sending it, ancient mythology, long baths, messy buns, classical music, humming while you work, creating something the world has never seen before
slytherin: the sweet and biting scent of lemons, hair pulled into a tight ponytail, the shine of a black high heel, red edits marked on black ink, the knowing look between two people who share an inside joke, winter, greenhouses filled with plants, lightning illuminated against the sky, Adidas sneakers, the feeling when you finish a difficult task, red lipstick, dark fairy tales, the scent of freshly mowed grass, standing up for those you care about, mint, sweeping film scores, big cities, black coffee, craggy rocks overlooking the sea, the satisfying first bite of a crisp apple, the deep yearning to do something great
gryffindor: the crackle of a warm fire, imaginations filled with dragons and knights and glory, the scent of fresh popcorn, laughing so hard your sides hurt, worn baseball caps, chocolate, snow ball fights that turn from fun to competitive quicker than you can blink, labrador retrievers, high fives and fist bumps and pats of congratulation, flushed faces, knit sweaters, the roar of a lion, flannel pajamas, cheering loudly for your favorite sports team, holding the door for someone, apple pie, the drop on a roller coaster, fall leaves crunching beneath your feet, large breakfasts, mischievous smiles, 80s music, rumbling stomachs, falling asleep with a smile on your face
when keith and lance first start their relationship, they cant even fuckin LOOK at each other without blushing. it’s too much!!!!!!! they both get really flustered and embarrassed like, “holy shit thats my boyfriend. he’s my boyfriend. we’re boyfriends…….. that’s amazing!!!!” and like a week after they first get together keith like. tries to link his pinky with lance’s and lance FLIPS he’s like “WHAT ARE YOU DOING OH MY GOD!?!”
“uhhh… i’m….. trying to hold ur pinky???”
“NO PINKY HOLDING !!!!!!! THAT’S TOO RISQUE!!!!!” basically what im trying to say here is that they have the most innocent relationship in the universe and they didnt start successfully holding hands until like. week 5.
Teenagers Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak being so completely in love with each other. And walking down the hall holding hands, or even just linking pinkies. Cas always wearing Dean’s over sized letter man jacket, and kissing him before and after games. Always cute and chaste before, but then a running leap into Dean’s arms after, wrapping his legs around his sweaty boyfriend’s waist and kissing the daylights out of him for all of the stands and the team to see.
And Dean will always get called out in class for staring at Cas and not paying attention. But eventually Dean stops being embarrassed and just plainly states that he can’t help it- his boyfriend is too beautiful. Making Castiel blush, but then Dean just kisses him right there in class (not too much of course) and the teacher wants to be mad but she can’t because they are both so adorable.
Cas and Dean being all curled up together on the couch. Castiel falling asleep on Dean. Eventually Dean falling asleep too. When Mary and John find them they just smile and throw a blanket over their son(s).
Both of them having a picture of each other as their lock screen. Dean’s of Cas focusing intently on a drawing, his face is a little scrunched up, and his glasses are falling down his nose a bit. Castiel’s of Dean driving Baby while singing Taylor Swift very very enthusiastically. They both will stare at their screens when they miss each other.
Just Dean and Cas in high school being the cute in love dorks that they are.
ok Uh a concept ? klance with keith being sooo clingy??? at first, theyre barely touching each other bUT then whilst standing, lance feels a pinky link w his pinky and he looks to his left AND KEITH IS VERY RED AND TRYING NOT TO LOOK AT HIM AND SO LANCE GRINS AND LIKE. GRABS KEITH’S HAND AND KEITH NEARLY EXPLODES
but thats not the en d . oh no, after 5 literal days keith is just .. on lance. he doesnt know how to stop. lance will be talking w pidge and the others and keith will just. Just. lay his head on lance’s shoulder and wrapping his arms around lance’s waist and just lay there. he doesnt even do anything, he just wants to relax and even sleep bc he just likes the feeling of lance and he feels so safe ?? pls
and tbh everything is Kinda Weird but lance soon finds himself enjoying it especially when its just the two of them and its quiet and keith is just sitting on his lap like a literal baby and playing w his hands and everything ???? please give me clingy keith i love clingy keith
Imagine if you would Harry and Louis attending these events together. Both with sparkling eyes and smiling lips. Working the room with each other. Louis with a gentle hand on Harry’s back or pinkies linked. Sipping champagne and laughing with acquaintances. Afterwards both heading out to their car on slightly unsteady feet. Whispering giddy I love you’s into each other’s ears.
We never made any kind of sense.
While you found hope in the soft light that came with new mornings,
I found comfort in the black blanket that enveloped us all when the sun finally said goodbye.
I adored my lavander tea, while you swore that without a cup of hazelnut coffee,
there was no possible way you’d survive.
The devilish smirk that always seemed to dance across your lips marked you as trouble,
whilst my eyes that were slightly too round gave off an impression of false innocence.
I think we were just to drunk in love to notice how different we really were.
To drunk on the fact that when one of us would try to steal a glance, the other would already be staring back.
To drunk on how a linked pinky would result in both of our heartbeats speeding up and shaky palms.
To drunk in the sense that we were perfectly content sitting in the back of your old pick up truck, gazing into eachother’s eyes and
telling eachother things that had never before ever dared leave our mouths.
I was warned, you know.
People said we were too different,
that we would never last.
You don’t know how much I wanted to prove them wrong.
To bad you left before I got the chance.