STABBED BY REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK!!!!

STABBED BY REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK!!!!

sry I moaned when u stabbed me do u still wanna brutally murder me?

The key of having the perfect Hogwarts Houses nails:

Paint your nails pinky to thumb these colors: yellow, red, green, blue, your actual house's color. Write each house's initial with black/white nail polish.

Now here comes the twist:

By painting each individual color on these exact fingers, you'll realize a great meaning.

Pinky [yellow] – a Hufflepuff would never break Pinky Promises. They'll gather a lot trough life, and carry them to the grave.

Ring finger [red] – a Gryffindor would point up this finger when their partner would ask them a ridiculous favor, signaling no ring means no promises.

Middle finger [green] – a Slytherin uses this finger more than any of the other four, simply and elegantly telling you to fuck off. You're standing in the way of their life, on the bad side, might I add.

Index finger [blue] – a Ravenclaw would enjoy pointing at things, then give you a two hour long presentation why it interests them. Also kindly flatter you with how good they are at directions.

Thumb [your house's color] – you'll show this finger to signal other's everything's fine, including you. Each house would make this different. This is you, actually you. Embrace and love it.

!!! Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw could be reversed, as a Hufflepuff would selflessly help and point out things for you, and you can't trick a Ravenclaw, they know way more secrets than you !!!

Me reading you all's story: woah, I wonder how they came up with such a beautifully worded scene!

Also me whilst reading my own stories: who tf wrote this shit??

Me whilst writing: This is a masterpiece…I am a literary genius

Me whilst editing my writing: I am an abomination to the writing community

No wonder badger is Hufflepuff's coat of arms animal at a school located in the UK

Hope this helps you and anyone who needs to hear it:

I was rereading my old Word Documents files and Wattpad chapters of writing. Novellas, first drafts, poems, whatever you can imagine. Now, the thing is, I cringed here and there. It felt so bad, the writing felt so bad to look at, but not the idea.

No.

I still felt what I did the time I typed those words. When I got the idea of a specific scene. The vibes. It's just you get better at things by each passing second, and therefore writing too. There won't be a trilogy if there won't be a first sentence.

Pardon my messed up monologue, it's late and I'm sleep deprived, but try to get what I mean.

You have to write. One word. Five hundred. Make an outline. That random 3am thought of a specific plant you made up. It doesn't matter what.

But promise me; write.

I want to write so bad but i’m scared it’ll be so bad bad bad IM SHY IDK

LIKE I HAVE SO SO MANY IDEAS…