gryffindor. oversized jumpers; roasting marshmallows over a crackling fire; laughing hysterically while pumpkin carving; the smell of cinnamon and baking; playing in puddles with bright gumboots; hair blowing wildly in the wind; cute beanies with pom poms; warm, rosy cheeks; burning your tongue when you sip a hot drink too quickly; early morning runs; worn, flannel shirts; pretending to be a dragon with clouds of warm breath in the cold air
hufflepuff. long, woollen socks; vanilla-scented candles; a warm blanket over your shoulders; jumping into a pile of autumn leaves; fluffy earmuffs; creamy hot chocolate with whipped cream on top; hanging fairylights everywhere; playing with your pet on a warm rug; thick mittens; a warm bath to relax after a long day; the crunching of leaves underfoot; capturing the image of dancing leaves with a vintage camera
ravenclaw. people-watching through foggy windows in cafés; reading a favourite book by candlelight; long, thick scarves; staying up late to play board games; wandering aimlessly under falling leaves; oversized, knitted cardigans; muted sunlight filtered through autumn leaves; late nights binging on netflix; a chilly wind freezing the tip of your nose; scribbling in notebooks under overcast skies; the natural silence of the woods; the dancing tendrils of steam from a mug of hot tea
slytherin. cold and misty mornings; warming your hands on a mug of hot coffee; dark lip colours; the dance of walking barefoot across a cold floor; stylish, long overcoats; falling asleep to the pattering of rain on the window; meandering wooded roads; lace-up leather boots; the flickering of candlelight in the dark; lying on a tartan blanket while listening to music through headphones; burying yourself in soft, warm blankets at the end of the day
Every once in a while, a Ravenclaw uses the same spell that’s in the Great Hall to make the ceiling in their common room mimic the weather outside. Most of them find it calming, especially when it’s raining.
All the cute nicknames Victor Frankenstein called his son throughout the book:
catastrophe
miserable monster
demoniacal corpse to which I have so miserably given life
an ugly mummy
a thing such as even Dante could not have conceived,
the filthy daemon to whom I have given life
no human
the wretch whom I had created
sight tremendous and abhorred
unearthly ugly being
too horrible for human eyes
miserable head
vile insect
abhorred monster
wretched devil
you, whose joint wickedness might desolate the world
too horrible for human eyes to behold
the filthy mass that moved and talked
wretch whom I dreaded
villain
monster of my creation
fiend
figure most hideous and abhorred
+ bonus - all the cute ways captain Robert Walton described Victor’s son on 1 page:
a form which I cannot find words to describe
never did I behold a vision so horrible as his face, of such loathsome, yet appalling hideousness
tremendous being
scary and unearthly in his ugliness
Tag yourself I’m “the filthy mass that moved and talked”
Century
15th
16th
17th
18th
19th
20th
Art movement
academic art
art nouveau
baroque
classicism
cubism
dadaism
expressionism
fauvism
impressionism
neo-classicism
post-impressionism
pre-raphaelism
primitivism
realism
renaissance
rococo
romanticism
surrealism
symbolism
ukiyo-e
Continent
asia
europe
latin america
middle east
oceania
us & canada
Themes and motifs
animals
architecture
biblical figures
fantasy
greek myth
historical figures
interiors
landscapes
literary characters
mythology
nature
norse myth
portraits
roman myth
society/people
the moon
the sea/ocean
the sky
urban/cityscapes
war
Genre
abstract
animal painting
cityscape
genre painting
history painting
landscape
portrait
seascape
self-portrait
still life
SO offensive I can't go to sleep and wake up fluent in Latin. Rude.
why is it that when hui makes songs for other artists they go viral and top the charts but pentagon’s songs are always so slept on
for the longest time, it feels like i have been trying to make sense of life but now i see there is no sense to be made, only life to be lived. there is no set purpose to fulfill, there are no checklists to complete, just an ephemeral moment to breathe, to love, to be kind, to feel. life is in all the simple, little things that we so often overlook. uncomplicate your heart. be here, be present, embrace your own journey. there is so much beauty and wonder to be found right where you are.
Gryffindor: cold nights, rocks, watching the sunset, red lipstick, leather jackets, motorcycles, croissants, light dresses, long hair, summer rains
Hufflepuff: plain T-shirt’s, sharks, wildflowers, braids, ponies, kisses on the cheek, cats, morning sunshine, old cities, indie music, cabins in the woods, the sea
Ravenclaw: castles, libraries, boots, rooftops, sunrises, shampoo, pale skin, tea, crows, blue eyes, sweaters, silently swearing, smell of perfume, fresh fruits
Slytherin: white long dresses, woods, dancing, long songs, blonde hair, suits, red lipstick on a paper towel, hot showers, museums, scratches and bruises, coffee, dark nights
“It takes something more than intelligence to act intelligently.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Crime and Punishment)
Im okay. I’m okay. Just that on the page 520 of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows my soul died with him and I don’t know what to do but deny his death.