#well guess what

[evelynmlewis]

getting tired of people being butthurt that Tolkien didn't include a token female dwarf in the Hobbit company or a girl member in the Fellowship or whatever. Tolkien fought in World War I okay, he fought alongside and in the company of other men and his stories are going to reflect that. The book wasn't written in a vacuum and it can be gender-unbalanced without being problematic or sexist, and I don't see why we have to "acknowledge" that it's sexist "by today's standards" because it's literally not even sexist by TODAY'S standards, it just so happens that not everything is about you all the time. "Today's standards" can and should include being intelligent enough to discern the difference between values dissonance and just having a justifiably different context for writing in

#lotr #lord of the rings #and ultimately I'm also tired of people acting like it's a fault in older authors when their work has unmarketable aspects #because that's ultimately what all this fixing and patching is about #it's about marketing #well guess what #Tolkien never wanted his work to be a franchise #nor did many others

[schnuffel-danny]

Vlad being vampire coded..... and Jack being the "sunshine character archetype"..... something is going on here

#you'd think me being unable to broadcast my every thought for over a week would make me less insane #well guess what

[milolovesbmc]

If I see one more person hating on Broadway BMC I will actually cry, thanks <3

#Forever a “bway hater” hater #like okay dude just say you think Will Roland's ugly and move on #LIKE I SWEAR THEY ALWAYS JUST SHIT ON WROLAND #THEY HAVE NO OTHER TAKES #Bway bmc haters when Jeremy #(a character who's supposed to be unlikable and a weirdo) #is portrayed as unlikable and a weirdo #“I hate bmc bway but i like LGW” #well guess what #you can't have LGW if you hate bway bmc #how about that #I'm keeping LGW from you #BTW #IMPORTANT!!!!!: IDC IF YOU PREFER TWO RIVER I'M JUST TALKING ABOUT BMC BWAY *HATERS* #be more chill #bmc #bmc broadway

[ravensmadreads]

What Love Means

A/N: so remember when I said I wasn't gonna write again? Yea I'm a lying liar who lied.. anyway, this came from me screaming about my unhinged love for David York to @chronically-ghosted , who then once asked me what I thought love meant to David and the thought sent me in a spiral. It's not really so much a fic as it is a stream of my own consciousness. If anyone cares though, there definitely is a whole fic about these two and their backstory.

Warnings: uhhhh bad writing? So David is probably ooc (but this version of him is my comfort character sorry), description of a panic attack, mentions of canon violence, and like the barest hint at smut.

Taglist: @chronically-ghosted (sorry ily) @fuckyeahdindjarin (i know Dave is not really your thing, but it felt wrong not to tag you- feel free to ignore tho no pressure! )

He gasps awake. Panic creeping slowly at the edges of his consciousness until it lunges and swallows him whole. He's not even sure why. The lingering effect of a nightmare he can't remember anymore. Shadowed figures drenched in blood and violence have been a part of him for so long that it's hard to distinguish the memories from the monsters. He bites his lip to stifle a cry. Fists holding tight onto flowered sheets and jaw clenched tight as he tries to remember to breathe. In and out right? It's simple.

His eyes fall shut as he swallows the bile that threatens to choke him. He's well versed in the art of fighting alone. He's been training for years. They've drilled him so hard, for so long, that he can pick an enemy apart in the dark and not make a sound. His fight or flight has been torn down and beaten until the only option he remembers is fight and win. The voices inside him never rest. Never go quiet. The pressure in his chest tightens. Was breathing always this difficult?

And then.

A movement.

He can't make out the sounds, but he knows someone's coming. His heart is pounding. It's inching closer still. Soft, steady footsteps just on the edges of the room. And yet he can't move. Can't open his eyes. Can't breathe. The voice in his head spits venom: Coward. A thud on his nightstand. A dip as the bed shifts and the world tilts a little.

A gasp that he can't hold back; and suddenly his eyes fly open.

Deep laboured breaths. Blurred vision. Every muscle on high alert. There's someone in front of him. He can't move. Fight or flight? A blink. Fight or flight?! Another gasp. Fight, you coward! But he can't move. Fight! He can't breathe. Would it really be so bad if he stopped?

"Dave!"

****

He blinks. There's another voice now. But it's outside the raging in his head. Outside the voices screaming for blood. It's soft. Softer than anything he knows. Anything he deserves. It's you. He can't make out the words but it's enough.

Another gasp.

Another blink.

You.

A lungul of air.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

One more time.

One more time.

One more time.

He's well versed in the art of calming himself down on his own. He doesn't have to though. Not anymore. Not when your arms hold him like he's the most fragile thing in the universe. He'd scoff at the thought if he could breathe.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

He can feel again. The tingling in his skin slowly being replaced by soft warmth. Soft lips on the side of his neck. Gentle hands running through his hair. Fistfuls of cotton fabric in his hands. Strands of your hair on his cheek.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

Strawberry scented shampoo. Vanilla bean candles from the corner of the night stand. Something inexplicable that he can never name but that he knows is undeniably you.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

Whispered assurances in his ear. The gentle hum of the air con. The rain pattering on the window and the wind that's slowly settling down now.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

Metal in his mouth because he bit his tongue trying not to scream. The aftertaste of the last cigarette he had before bed.

Inhale.

He can't open his eyes. What if this is the dream? What if he wakes up alone again? Fingers clutching tighter. Nails digging into skin. You feel solid. Warm. Present.

Hold.

His eyes blink open. Starry glow from the nightlight you've turned on. The pulse pounding steadily in your neck. The birthmark in the hollow of your neck.

Exhale.

Is this what relief feels like? What safety means to him now? Does he even deserve a taste of either after all that he has done?

He blinks, and it's you. It's all you. He's surrounded by you. Your scent, your walls, your colours, your skin, your presence. The one holding his hand. The voice in his head. Talking him out of the terror. Walking him out of the darkness. It's you. But then again, it has been you since the moment he fell off of that cliff. The only fragment of his life that remains. The only thing from before that he can hold on to.

Your hands cup his face, and he smiles. It's a small thing. Twists into a grimace far too quickly. He opens his mouth to apologize. For all that he is, all that he can never be, and all the horrors he darkens your doorstep with. For all his scars and all his pain. Even if he does deserve every single one of the demons wreaking havoc in his head and trying to tear him apart from the inside.

But you know him too well. Know what he's thinking. And you're already shushing him before the words can even form on his tongue. Pressing gentle kisses over his forehead. A warm smile and soft eyes staring back at him. He has never known quite what it is you see in him. Has tried to convince you of the monster that resides within, but you refuse to acknowledge his self flagellation anymore.

He grabs you tighter and starts to lie back down. Your heart beat against his racing one. Your arms around his neck. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Maybe he can pretend. Just for a minute. That he's someone worth saving. That he's someone worth loving? He falls before he can finish the thought.

****

He wakes up in your arms. It startles him. The normalcy. The state of nothing. He's not used to silence. Not the comfortable kind anyway. If ever there's silence with him around, it either beckons death or follows it. And he's been drilled in the art of war for as long as he can remember.

He's not entirely sure what to do now. With hands on soft skin. A quiet mind. Who is he when the sun comes up? In the gentle breeze of dawn? When there's no list of names waiting to be scratched off; and when the sun filtering through the curtains chases away any shadows where monsters like him may lurk. When your breath tickles his neck and he can wake you with gentle hands and small kisses.

"Hey." A hand through his hair. "You okay?"

Trust you to start worrying about him the minute you wake up. He smiles, and it's a genuine one this time. The muscles in his face ache from disuse. He's been smiling more and more now, even if it feels unreal, like a skin he's trying to put on. You've been relentless in chasing them out anyway, and he's still surprised every time he finds a reason to smile.

He doesn't really remember what happiness feels like anymore. Small echoes of it maybe. From a distant past. Of army buddies laughing in the trenches, two little girls giggling around him, a leader that felt like an anchor and a mentor who felt like family- now all gone; too quickly, too violently - he shakes his head. It doesn't matter anymore. You're all the reason he needs now.

****

There's a word on the tip of his tongue. It lingers there. Quiet. Subtle. Just a little bit out of reach. It comes to him in the quiet moments. When your hand is in his hand, your head on his chest. When you listen to music and he pretends that he's not watching the dimple in your cheek. When you sway as you cook a meal and he forgets to remember that he's forgotten how to smile.

It comes to him in other moments. When he's on top of you, surrounding you, clinging to you. When your eyes are on his, your nails leaving delicious marks on his back. When your hands pull his hair and the only word you speak is a quiet and reverent David. He has always hated his name, but he's learning to crave the way you say it when you're overwhelmed by him.

It comes to him in the afterglow. Lingers on the edge of his consciousness. With your hand over his heart, his arms wrapped tight around you and his lips on yours. He's sinking into sleep. The warm embrace doesn't scare him any longer because no monsters in his head could never win against the light in your soul. He reaches out to hold it, that word, the one word he never had, just as his eyes flutter shut. He smiles into the kiss. He'll tell you tomorrow. You'll understand. You probably already know. You're the reason that word exists after all. And he knows you'll keep it for him until the day he dies.

Safe.

#david york x reader #dave york x reader #dave york #raven writes #remember when i was hinting about my dave york agenda #well guess what #im just gonna throw this in the void and run btw #im not even sorry #ok im a little sorry #anyway i love david and i WILL give him a redemption arc #unfortunately i have anxiety and low self esteem #anywayyyyyy #uhhh enjoy? #im gonna wake up to zero notes arent i #sbzjwbdjehdh bye

[michellenero]

Michelle and Risotto by the sweet @nevui-penim-miruvorrr

reblogs are appreciated <3

#hey lol do you guys remember when this was a self ship account #WELL GUESS WHAT #risotto x michelle #oc x canon #richelle #jjba #jjba oc #jjba self ship #jjba self insert #michelle commissions #risotto nero

[thetomorrowshow]

even more last life text posts in honor of s3 coming out today!!!

#last life smp #3rd life smp #double life smp #mcyt #mas memes #BET YOU DIDNT THINK I HAD MORE OF THESE HUH #well guess what #i still have a whole other post in my drafts #anyways the martyn & jimmy one is my favorite #text post meme #sorry for the lack of team best there's more in the other one #also i have like a bunch of these #they're on my blog somewhere #last life as text posts #i think they're tagged with 'mas memes' #but not all of them

[ladyqahnaarin]

"Lucky for you, the Archangel is your boyfriend"

Me:

#mass effect #mass effect 2 #mass effect 3 #mass effect garrus #garrus vakarian #garrus x femshep #garrus x shepard #shakarian #i swear to god #garrus is one hell of a smooth talker #he complains everytime that shepard is trying to make him blush #well guess what #you're making ME blush #i love this man with all my heart #i had to stop playing when he said that #because I was fangirling so hard

[standing-in-v-formation]

who wants to see my frerard tattoo

#y’all thought I was joking around being funny #well GUESS WHAT #it’s real #sorta. you gotta use your imagination a little

[mate-y-viajecito]

Después los yankis dicen "ni pritistimis pirqui niestri policía es violenta"

#well guess what #la policia es violenta en todos lados

[darkcreamz95]

Joker Out I'm about to play the trump card so you guys can come to Malaysia.

Because this is what awaits you at our national zoo...

Pic credit: thesun.my

#joker out #boys you asked for capybaras #well guess what #this is whats in Malaysia's Zoo Negara #yes we are home to the famous orange cat that loves to roam around the capybaras #im not sure if i will tag them on ig for this but omg when they were talking about capybaras in welcome to backstage #i was like OH COME ON #i have a good reason why you guys should come to asia or malaysia #so yeah #11/10 jan and jure are going to be the first ones to run to this enclosure

[ask-thearchivists]

Charmer, you said you wanted children? And since you said they can just be instantly made with a spell, why haven't you had any?

The Charmer: Oh I've wanted to have kids since I first held the Cartographer and Curator in my arms after they were born, thousands of years ago. Collector babies are simply the cutest beings in all of creation. I want to have children of my own so badly, it's just…

The Charmer: When the Coordinator was forced to take care of all of us after our parent was arrested, it was extremely obvious to me how much she struggled to care for all of us, especially the twins, who were children, and the Collector, who was a toddler. And the twins…they struggled with our youngest sibling, being around him made them upset and stressed out.

The Charmer: Even though I want to have children of my own so badly, the timing isn't good right now. I know my job is something only I could do, and it wouldn't be fair to my siblings to force them to care for my children while I am busy interacting with mortals. It would be easier if I could just take them with me, but there are things that might happen that they shouldn't see until they're older, and it is not allowed.

The Charmer: Don't tell the others, but sometimes, I wish some of our laws were different. I wish I could take my children with me on missions when there is no concern for them or the mortals, so I wouldn't have to put the responsibility on my siblings. And…I also wish we were allowed to fall in love.

#ask blog #ask the archivists #asks are open #toh the archivists #the owl house #toh #toh oc #the archivists #id in alt text #toh the collector #the collector #i bet you're thinking to yourself right now 'wow he's so full of shit' #WELL GUESS WHAT #it's a rare peek at sincerity from her #personally I think it's very flat when villains who do terrible things have no love for anything #much hatred comes from othering which logically means they must have people who are not The Other #she's not a good sibling and she's not a good person but he sincerely wishes he could find love and have children

[kitether]

#hatoful boyfriend #reposting this very old meme i made years ago when i first started dating my partner #before our first date i was telling myself to NOT mention hatoful boyfriend #and guess what i did? mention hatoful boyfriend #WELL GUESS WHAT #WE JUST FINISHED BBL THIS WEEKEND!!!!!! #4 years into the relationship and they've finally played the entirety of the first game... #and they did not leave me thank god #in fact they helped me proofread my yuuyanghel comics 🥰💘💘 #kiteblabs

[maple-altispinax23]

Alright, starting off the day with some troodontids, because borb, and is friend shaped. So yeah, hope you enjoy them, and please do not insult the babies.

#dinosaur #paleoart #art #my art #paleontology #traditional art #it seems tumblr didn’t like the transformer #well guess what #you aren’t getting rid of them that easy

[2offayyo-kzt]

I'm sorry but the Casino ep is unbeatable

#“You're saying that only because there is Seanie in it...” #well guess what #YES #kztpost

[snzinite]

Cantabile

SNZ STATLINE: 4/10 wetness, 2/10 mess, 8+/10 pitch, 4/10 volume

"Hueh-Tsch'IEWW!"

usually sneezes in ones but can go up to three in a row with one or two seconds in between

super high pitched end that goes higher with each subsequent sneeze

almost always stifles the first one, the others usually surprise her if there's more than one though

"Hue-(pmn)-chiew!"

the actual sneeze is basically inaudible unless you're right next to her when she stifles, just sounds like some slight air pressure

the vocal part at the end is much quieter when stifling but about the same pitch

buildups last a few seconds

she straightens up and her eyes flutter before doing a sudden inhale about a second before the sneeze

she presses the underside of her wrist to her nose to sneeze unless there's tissues around. she just never sneezes into the open if she can help it

says "bless me" after she's done around other people. if there's no people, she mouths the words to herself anyway

feather fringe fans out during sneezes, more noticeable when she doesn't stifle. she smooths it out immediately

doesn't love sneezing in front of others for fear of drawing attention to herself, also the feathers can mess up her hair and then she has to take a moment to fix herself

holding back is easy for her but it results in a lot of false starts which are almost as bad, so she usually doesn't bother

likes being blessed. it's a sign to her that people accept her socially

handing her a handkerchief is a grand gesture to her. she's prone to romantic gestures (in the literary sense, anyway)

strong immune system. sometimes still gets colds because oripathy shoots holes in everything health-wise, but she gets sick the least of any (oripathy-)infected operator

alcohol can set her off, especially if she's drinking "warm" drinks like wines or brandy

mild allergy to mold due to her stressful past in deplorable conditions. it won't make her sneeze by itself but it'll get her nose super sensitive

also super sensitive to cold temperatures, probably photic too

#snz #snz kink #sneeze kink #snzknights #snzblr #snz headcanons #an 8+? what is this #well guess what #its MY snz blog and I get the choose the arbitrary number scale #also no one asked for her but thats ok #i just think she's neat :]

[mightydyke]

One of my posts blew up. It was on around 100 notes last night and now it is. Over five thousand. Help me

#imagine if one of my posts blows up and I have to #scroll through one million billion notes in my activity tab #further evidence that I have psychic abilities because I was literally thinking yesterday #Well guess what #Funny thing is loads of people are tagging it as genloss and I didn't even know what that was but turns out my sister's watched it because #it's got some Minecraft guy she likes in it