coming out post

imafrickinglion:

asynca:

I always assumed I was a Gryffindor. I work for charities. I stand up for people who need to be stood up for. I do all The Gryffindor Things. 

But I have a confession. 

I am not a Gryffindor; far from it. 

I can clearly remember as a teenager thinking, “Who the hell would want to be in Hufflepuff? Bunch of talentless, unintelligent, unheroic hacks who didn’t fit into any of the real houses.” But no. I was closeted and struggling with my feelings of Hufflepuffism and my Hufflepuff tendancies. I was turning my inner hatred of my Hufflepuffisms outward and against other people instead of accepting my true identity.

In fighting against Hufflepuff and everything it stood for, I was fighting against my true self and my true identity, terrified people would see me as the untalented, unheroic, unintelligent hack I feared I was.

But I’m not afraid anymore. I’ve accepted who I am. 

GUYS: I am a Hufflepuff. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gOxwo8TUQok

You’re in the right house bb, you were sorted this way ❤

Hufflepuff also has its “honeybadger” side–poke others too much and the badger bites. ‘Puffs aren’t flashy like the other Houses, but they Get the Job Done.

(I say this as someone who had themselves pegged as Ravenclaw from first introduction to HP then later learned to love Hufflepuff wholeheartedly. And who intends some day to get a tattoo of the Hufflepuff crest.)