Resources blog. Angel, 14, China. I code, I write, and I sleep a lot. That's about it. Here, you'll find resources of all kinds, from writing to coding to photoshop! I hope you'll find something that will be useful for you.
fun statistics for adults! “when I was a kid, I had no help with college tuition, I was hardworking and paid it all myself” -Annual tuition for Yale, 1970: $2,550 -Annual tuition for Yale, 2014: $45,800 -Minimum Wage, 1970: $1.45 -Minimum Wage, 2014: $7.25 -Daily hours at minimum wage needed to pay for tuition in 1970: 4.8 -Daily hours at minimum wage needed to pay for tuition in 2014: 17.3
im cackling like a motherfucker right now apple introduced a new programming language with the release of iOS 8 called Swift and it accepts Emoji as valid characters
ive been laughing at this picture without respite for a solid 10 minutes now its so ridiculous and i love it thank you apple
I am sick and tired of people talking about pureblood Slytherins.
Because you know who’s going to have the most ambition? The most innate sense of their own superiority? The muggle-born one. The first wizard in an ordinary family. No one else was special enough. Just them. Give me a Slytherin boy with social climbing parents who jump right in with them, who makes sure that they study the lineage of every family and profession in their shining star’s new world. Hell, give the Slytherin overbearing parents who Googled everything they ever did as a kid, typed in /is my child gifted?/ a hundred thousand times until flowers and fireworks started blooming and the word magical finally had to be typed.
Let me see those parents spend hours online hunting down contraband magical texts so that their kids can get a leg-up on the other kids. Show me parents signing their kids up for botany walks so they get a sneak peek at Herbology long before any Hogwarts letter arrives. Let me see different parents, low and down and out telling their little Slytherin that they always knew that they were going to be special, and here they all are.
Show me a Slytherin girl who loves their Muggle parents and is going to do everything they can to ensure their entire family’s success because they created something magical. Her.
Show me a muggle-born Slytherin who runs a black market internet cafe in Hogsmeade, or hell, who rents out ballpoint pens by the hour because fuck quills.
Or let’s see divinations into the stock exchange this morning, shall we? Father should like to know.
Show me a little muggle-born eleven year old who’s shunned by the pureblood Slytherins only to make a suspiciously profitable lemonade stand with her little muggle sisters because there’s no one more important to a Slytherin than their own flesh and blood. Show me that girl in seventh year, teaching her siblings how to stand like someone who can rewind an hour, hold dragons, warp the world around them, so that one well-married Slytherin can go to No. 10 Downing St and give their little sister a high five.
I’m bored of blood-supremacy. Show me Slytherin supremacy.
