Sans says:

* hard as it might be to believe, your best is always good enough.
* kid, i’m sorry you’re not getting the kind of support you deserve at home.

* you should be encouraged to do your best.
* if you can’t get that at home, reach out to your friends and let them know you need some good ole’ cheering.

* i think you’re doing just fine.
* don’t give up on yourself, hard as it is.
* you’re smarter than people are giving you credit for, i can tell.

* don’t let anyone make you feel like you should be throwing in the towel.
* i’m proud of the work you have done and know you can excel in life.


so far i think my favorite thing about dark matter is how its about hardened criminals trying to parent a teenage girl who’s smarter than all of them combined

like you have the concerned parents:

i mean look at them, they just wanna make sure she’s okay :’)

then you have the “we have trouble expressing emotions but we def care about you” parents

also the “here, have a gun” parents

i love how Two went from “no you can’t have a weapon young lady” in the first ep

to “yes, take my gun. take his gun. take all the guns and kill everyone baby” in the last ep

look at this mama bear seriously :’) 

and Six is the “SHE CANT HAVE ALCOHOL SHE’S A KID” dad <3 while Three tries to be cool dad who gives her whiskey and guns and stuff

anyway i love this squad of terrible parents

I am tired of new attitudes and new color schemes and whatever new bullshit is new to make Iron Man new.

I want Tony’s 80’s attitude back.  I want a Tony who cares about and is involved with his business instead of jumping from WORLD CHANGING PROJECT to WORLD CHANGING PROJECT because this stopped making any kind of business or financial sense a long time ago.  I want a Tony who is fun and daring.  I don’t read comics to be so bored with them I can’t remember who the characters even are from one issue to the next.  I want a Tony who has strong relationships with an interesting supporting cast.  BY THE WAY, immediately sharing all secrets with a dude you just met is not what I mean by a strong relationship.  Any new character jumping out of the woodwork who is defined largely by “being smarter than Tony” is not what I mean by interesting.  I want him to be selfish and self-destructive and occasionally hard to agree with.  Occasionally.  I like it when Tony is knocked down as much as the next Iron Man fan (and I think liking his pain is what we all have in common) but if it is ALL we get, then it comes depressing and dull and unpleasant to read.  There needs to be a balance of success and failure, heroism and jesus christ Tony, what is wrong with you???

Letters\\ A closed RP with antiheroic-heartthrob

Dear Mello,

Happy birthday! I hope they let you have the chocolate I got for you, can’t believe that you’re fourteen. Anyway, how are you? I’ve missed you so much since being locked away in here but at the same time you’re the one thing that gets me through all the shit that goes on. I hope that the bastards in that place are treating you well and not putting too much pressure on you, just remember that you’re smarter than them and they can’t control you, especially not L, he’s not worth the dirt on your shoes, don’t ever let them compare you to him and don’t try to emulate him because it’ll just make you ill, I mean look what happened to me and A for that matter. I have to go soon, it’s almost lights out. Make sure you reply back as soon as possible with news of what’s happening at the orphanage. Tell Matt I said hi.

Speak to you soon,


Happy Birthday, John Waters, born 22 April 1946


  1. We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody and they don’t have books, don’t fuck them.
  2. My idea of an interesting person is someone who is quite proud of their seemingly abnormal life and turns their disadvantage into a career.
  3. To me, beauty is looks you can never forget. A face should jolt, not soothe.
  4. You should never read just for “enjoyment.” Read to make yourself smarter! Less judgmental. More apt to understand your friends’ insane behavior, or better yet, your own. Pick “hard books.” Ones you have to concentrate on while reading. And for god’s sake, don’t let me ever hear you say, “I can’t read fiction. I only have time for the truth.” Fiction is the truth, fool! Ever hear of “literature”? That means fiction, too, stupid.
  5. Life is nothing if you’re not obsessed.
  6. It wasn’t until I started reading and found books they wouldn’t let us read in school that I discovered you could be insane and happy and have a good life without being like everybody else.
  7. You have to remember that it is impossible to commit a crime while reading a book.
  8. I’m always amazed at friends who say they try to read at night in bed but always end up falling asleep. I have the opposite problem. If a book is good I can’t go to sleep, and stay up way past my bedtime, hooked on the writing.
  9. True success is figuring out your life and career so you never have to be around jerks.
  10. Collect books, even if you don’t plan on reading them right away. Nothing is more important than an unread library.
  11. With humans it’s abortion, but with chickens it’s an omelette!
  12. Just because something ‘happens’, because it is 'true’, because the 'facts’ are correct, does not ensure that it is the truth.
  13. Being rich is not about how much money you have or how many homes you own; it’s the freedom to buy any book you want without looking at the price and wondering if you can afford it.

Waters  is an American film director, screenwriter, actor, stand-up comedian, journalist, visual artist, and art collector. He is the author of Carsick: John Waters Hitchhikes Across America, Role Models, and Crackpot: The Obsessions of John Waters.

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by  Amanda Patterson for Writers Write

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“Well that’s easy… I got charm coming out of my ass!”
“You left me out here to die!”
“You’re either living or you’re not.”
“Keep that hair short.”
“We’ve been through more together than you can imagine.”
“I’ll miss you…”
“If people don’t trust you, how can you trust them?”
“You’re smart, he’s not. You’re smarter than all of em’.”
“We don’t leave friends behind.”
“You don’t just end it cause it’s hard.”
“What the fuck do you mean?!”
“Dinner time…”
“We’re all so fucked.”
“They say the world is over, but I’ll tell you a secret: it’s not.”
“Those who chose not to accept our love…will surely wish that they had…”
“You wanna get violent you old fuck? WELL COME ON!”
“I’m going to put a nice arrow right through your balls.”
“Put the gun down, psycho bitch!”
“Well I reckon you didn’t do it, then?”
“I hope that’s the sound of us winning this thing!”

Orphan’s Year End

So, the Orphan’s stories move forward in what is roughly real time. It might not feel like it, since I screwed it all up and only just posted the date chapter, but this is them at the end of June, 6 months into their relationship. I think very carefully about where they’d be at each stage, how two months changes them (unlike the writers of season 3!) so I just wanted to make that clear.

My thanks forever to madfatty, whose support is absolutely invaluable to me. There aren’t even the words. Thank you for everything.

Previously on Orphans: Orphan’s Anniversary 1,Orphan’s Anniversary 2 and fics page for the rest

They’re in the library. He thinks it’s stupid, can’t see why they need to revise here instead of his comfortable, empty flat, but Rae says she feels smarter surrounded by the books, so here they are. He highly suspects that it’s less about the books and more about the lack of beds, but he doesn’t say anything. He could fight it a bit, but he knows by this point that Rae pretty much gets whatever she wants anyways. It has to do with her eyelashes, she’s got magical eyelashes.

At least they’ve got their own study room, tiny though it may be. He’s got his walkman turned all the way up on the desk between them, music filtering up faintly into the closet of a room. He revises better with music. Every once in a while, Rae hums along with the song playing as she taps her pen on her cheek. He keeps his eyes on the books, but really he listens to her.

She’s got her shit spread out everywhere, there’s barely even space for his solitary notebook. Rae opens all her textbooks in front of her, pulls out sections of notes and stacks them in piles, litters every non-moving surface with colorful highlighters and pens. He’s thinking that seeing all this makes him understand her a little better, helps him get how she’s always able to shift gears so rapidly. Her brain is all open books with things circled in pink ink, scatterings of post-it notes and print outs everywhere, important thoughts all right there for the thinking.

He wonders what his brain desk would look like. Obviously the revising isn’t going too well for him.

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It’s interesting how most people seem to agree that 18 or 21 is too young an age to decide who to spend your life with, but not to make occupational and financial choices that you’ll be stuck with for a lifetime.

In fact, it’s arguably easier to end a romantic relationship than it is to completely switch careers or get rid of a six-figure debt.

Either 18- to 21-year-olds have the knowledge and foresight to make these decisions, or they don’t. Romance is not a special category in which young people cannot make important decisions. I think most young people are smarter and more rational than older folks give them credit for being, but it’s just too young an age to have to decide whether you want to have a humongous debt and a job you love, or a comfortable life and a job you’re okay with, and myriad other compromises and tradeoffs. Not because young people are dumb and can’t think straight, but because we’ve been given very little information about how this shit works.

In any case, I’d like to see less snarking about young couples (especially the ones who get married) until we also stop asking young people to sign their financial futures away for the sake of being qualified for a decent job.

I’m not saying that marrying at 20 is great and ideal and everyone should do it. I’m saying we should view marrying at 20 similarly as we view taking out $160,000 in loans at 20, however we choose to view either of those things. 

Also, I’d add that marrying young starts to make sense when, in our culture, relationships are often not considered worthy or legitimate until they are committed in law (and, for many people, through a religious ceremony). Many American parents will not allow their ADULT children to sleep in the same bed with their partner when visiting home unless they are married. While that in and of itself is not (and should not) be a reason to get married, I wouldn’t blame anyone for feeling like they need to get married in order to be taken seriously as a person who is capable of loving and caring for another.

No matter how smart or strong you are, there’s always somebody smarter or stronger, and when you run into somebody who’s stronger and smarter than anybody, you think, This is a god. This is perfection. But I can promise you that there’s somebody else somewhere else who’ll make your god look like a maggot by comparison. And somebody smarter or stronger or better in some way. So let me tell you what I think about gods. I think a real god is not going to be so scared or angry that he tries to keep other people down. […] A real god doesn’t care about control. A real god already has control of everything that needs controlling. Real gods would want to teach you how to be just like them.
—  Xenocide/ Orson Scott Card
Don your little red party dress,
But never be a whore,
Remain silent and submissive,
But never be a bore.
I’ll gape at your tits when you talk,
As though you have no eyes,
I’ll dismiss diets as a fad,
Then comment on your size.
I’ll call you vapid, though I know,
You’re much smarter than me,
I just can’t lose my well-paid job,
So why not serve some tea?
Why don’t you make me a sandwich?
If that’s all you can do,
(You’ll never prove it otherwise,
Even if you could too).
One minute you’re far too skinny,
The next you’re far too fat,
I loathe your normal hair colour,
I hate it dyed like that.
I want you to look natural,
Your eyes are far too small,
Make them appear a bit bigger,
Don’t wear makeup at all.
You need to become more buxom,
Though Kate Moss is ideal,
You hardly look like a woman,
It’s like you have no sex appeal.
I’ll use you to sell a product,
(Which is the object here?)
You’ll bring me in millions but
Won’t see a penny, dear.
You’ll be the mother of my child,
And bring him up as well,
But if he becomes a sinner,
You’ll be the one in hell.
Sorry for the contradictions,
I hope you can follow these rules.
Set by God’s Adams for their Eves,
Followed by nought but fools.
—  halthyon
Hold up

The enemies in the coliseum are shade possessed, usually peaceful creatures right? Some aren’t but most of them are.


If coliseum enemies are suddenly making a GIANT push against dragonkind

Is the shade becoming smarter? Is it learning to persuade and control large FACTIONS at a time?

Is this Talona harpy actually leading all this of her free will???? IS SHE EVEN A HARPY???

literally the idea of making fun of avant folks because of their interests is so absurd to me because literally every single one of those “weird” people is actually just 10000x smarter than you and me  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it’s the truth I’d kill to be one of them sorry y’all can’t handle the presence of woman geniuses who devote themselves wholeheartedly to their fields of interest 

I’m going to post about the overuse and exaggeration of Myers-Briggs personality types until someone stabs me but seriously please don’t relate all of your thinking/characteristics/actions to your supposed personality type 

There are literally hundreds of other similar personality inventories just like the Myers-Briggs one so I don’t really understand why this turned into a giant fad here on tumblr but what your witnessing is another tool in Psychology being perpetuated in the incorrect manner

Popular examples:

Specific to the MBTI & personality:

Finally: using the MBTI test for fun and identifying yourself with the type you tested as is fine, relating everything about yourself to said type / using the test for unintended uses / etc. is not fine. This is a classic situation that’s happened with millions of other studies in psychology and this adds to the stereotype of psychology not being “real science.”

What I worry each of the types will do to me.

ISTJ: Not much, actually.  Help me change my tire?
ISTP: Undress me with their eyes while I’m speaking and think I can’t tell.
ISFP: Make plans with me to do something cool, and then flake out last minute and get mad at me over it.
ISFJ: Notice that I get bored talking to them and then be upset.
ESTP: Everything.
ESTJ: Push me into commitments I never made and get angry I’m not a drone.
ESFJ: Touching me.  And getting angry I’m not more domestic.
ESFP: Start talking shit about me, because I can’t even pretend I’m fooled by the mask, and I don’t really want to be friends.
INTP: Make me love you like a sibling, and then die in some weird explosion.
INTJ: Assume you’re smarter than me.  Stop.  It’s just awkward.
INFP: Yell at me over something they arbitrarily feel strongly about but have nothing to support their opinion.
INFJ: Do you really care, or are you just like this?
ENTJ: Become a supreme court judge, and essentially ruin my life over a petty disagreement.  Because they can.
ENTP: Be my friend, and then suddenly act like an asshole.
ENFP: My head hurts..

Going through my dash,I come across really great metas on Regina and Emma that really get inside their heads and explain CS/OQ and the shitty storylines they currently have, and I think to myself “wow, Adam and Eddy are a lot smarter than we gave them credit for.Everything makes total sense now!” And then I watch the show and I’m just like “wtf is this shit?how can they be that stupid?"So either Adam and Eddy are geniuses and we’ve figured out the message they’re trying to send, or they really are that stupid and ignorant.But which one is it?I guess only time will tell. *sighs*I wish I could quit this stupid show, but I can’t.

What game show do these fans think their watching?!

Canceling bitches for being mean, for laughing, for back stabbing, for lying…this is not the nice guy. This is big brother. I still love Day while hating her game. I don’t hate Frank’s game even though I don’t bang with him as a person. I mean yes cancel for fun..scream it to the rooftops. But the shit ain’t that deep that y'all gotta be wishing death on people.

This is also not comps mission. You don’t have to win comps to survive…it makes it a whole of a hell lot easier yes. This is also not work harder…it’s work smarter. So just because someone is not winning comps, not leading teams, not talking every time someone is in the room doesn’t mean they don’t have a game…or won’t go far. You may call them a floater…but a floater can float they ass right up to the W. The only kind of player I personally can’t stand is the whiner who blames, and cries, and hollers. This is the game of being fucked up..you may get emotional…but move on and keep it pushing if you can’t..yawn. Get out.

I love how only one person is getting called out as being a floater though.

I’ve been saving my words for you.

I don’t know how to say goodbye, and I thought I’d be better at it for having so much advanced warning. We knew, we’re smarter than that, and there’s only so much fighting before it starts to kill all of us, not just you. But I can’t talk about you without crying, and I get very tired of it. Three months should make the tears go away, I think. It should make the words come back.
I’m going to throw them at you instead. Maybe some will come out this time.
And I miss you. That will never change.

In the hardest part of my life, I couldn’t handle it. I released it all on you, the details, the feverish ramblings and self-snapshots of a trying time. I unleashed all my horror, because I couldn’t at the time, it all built up as I sorted through a destroyed house that used to be a promise of a better life for my family, broken hope painted into the walls and unfinished windowsills, the way we all let ourselves fall apart and I faced it, alone, with no phones and no internet and barely working lighting fixtures. I told you things I think I’ve forgotten by now… but I remember the feeling of it.
I remember you telling me to stop. It was too much for you.
Well it was too much for everyone, I couldn’t tell a soul, they all hushed me in fear of their own hearts breaking, but mine stayed broken.

She tells me you saved it, the whole conversation, and named it simply “sad.”
I don’t know what to think about that, and I can’t ask you.

The day we sat at our desks and you took a phone call, but it was quiet and short and serious. You didn’t look at me, already breaking down. “He killed himself!” All I could do was hold you as you fell apart, hoping my disintegration next to yours would keep us both salvageable.

You found me in the closet once, hiding in the dark, trembling with anxiety. You shut the door, because I asked you to. You trusted me to figure out what I needed. You supported me when I dropped classes, quit jobs, tried to find a path I was happy to take. You helped me move out, you let me move on when I needed to go. We buried our romance beneath the branches of a lifelong friendship, nourished the roots with our understanding that being soul mates is a lot more than fighting about dinner or sex.

I didn’t worry about you as much as I should, but I’ve always been selfish.

You said I threw chicken at you.
For the record, I don’t think I did that.

I miss your hugs. You were good at expressing that you cared with a hug, even if there wasn’t a good way to do it in words.

I looked at the city lights and felt your ash grit under my fingernails.
And I miss you. That will never change.

Things that make me mad

1. People being rude to servers at restaurants unless they really fucked up your order or something you have on reason to be rude to them. they are just trying to do their job.
2. People being rude to teachers. Like they chose to be here because they thought that they could make you a smarter better person. again unless they are completely out of line their is no reason to talk back or be rude 
3. People who think that just because i have let them touch me before means that they are allowed to touch me when ever they damn well please. no your are wrong you can’t fucking touch me unless i say so

And can I just tell you how genius it is for Jojo to be learning Korean, from a business perspective. Jojo has exactly the right look for the Asian market. The right look, right personality, right style. You go to Hollywood to sing and act, but if you want to make big money as a dancer, unless you are prima ballerina material, then you need to crack the Asian market. Seoul and Tokyo are really the only places left in the world where being a commercial dancer can make you a fortune, a celebrity. I’m telling you, Jess and Jojo are soooo much smarter and business savvy than they portray themselves as being. When they decide the time is right for them, and they have all their ducks in order, Jojo is just going to catapult.