Ben Reilly & Janine Godbe → Amazing Spider-Man

Clone Brothers: Remember Me
Ben struggles to remember who Kaine is. But despite all odds, some connections can't be severed.

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Random headcanon: the reason that Peach and Bowser don’t seem to get a lot of respect in some Super Mario games is because the Mushroom Kingdom is kind of a rural backwater and isn’t terribly important or influential politically, so people tend to regard Bowser as a C-list villain for being so hung up on such an insignificant conquest. Nobody really expects Bowser to be a serious threat – that would be like expecting a guy whose main claim to fame is repeatedly failing to conquer Wyoming to be a serious threat – so they get taken by surprise every single time.

So what you’re saying is that Bowser is more or less on the same level of villainy as Dr. Doofenshmirtz?

Oh, quite the opposite – point him at any target that isn’t the Mushroom Kindgom and he’s this massive outside context problem that rolls over entire armies and cracks planets in half. It’s just the Mushroom Kingdom in particular he can’t seem to figure out, and that bothers him terribly.

The obvious implication is that, like, Mario is an A-tier hero who happens to live in a C-tier nation.

Like, if Clark Kent hadn’t moved to the big city for a reporting job, he’d still be Superman. And there’s be some villain who tried to knock over a bank in Bumfuck Kansas and wound up having a very bad day.

(And eventually we have Lex Luthor spending a huge amount of time trying and failing to run some penny-ante scheme in rural Kansas and failing, and no one can take him seriously despite the fact that he’s just as competent as he would be in canon.)

In Oregon there lives a species of snake capable of surviving tetrodotoxin doses strong enough to kill animals thousands of times their size. This is because they evolved alongside a species of poisonous newt which they consume regularly, which produces ludicrous amounts of a poison thousands of times stronger than cyanide. They got to this point by fighting each other in the same bumfuck nowhere habitat for millions of years. The newts got more toxic to fight the snakes. The snakes got better immunity to keep eating newts. Now we’re left with snakes capable of eating some of the most poisonous creatures alive, and newts so deadly that they are inedible to anything other than these snakes.

What I’m trying to say is that Mario and Bowser are the result of two evenly-matched overpowered idiots fighting the same battle for decades. The consequences only become clear when you square them up to literally anything else.

Mario Heritage Post

It happens so unexpectedly.

"What's your son's name?" the stranger asks, smiling at the baby in Sam's arms.

Sam doesn't think, answers on instinct.

"Jack."

"Awwww, what a lovely name!" the stranger coos.

And Sam nods politely, doesn't bother to correct himself. Feels his knees growing weak and has to find somewhere to sit.

They had asked for his son's name and he had said Jack.

Sam holds little Dean close to his chest and cries.

He cries for Jack. Cries for his brother. Cries for the baby in his arms who could never replace either of them.

Sam loves his son. Deeply, desperately.

But it feels like he's living a second life, and sometimes the walls he has built around his new family, his new reality, seem to crack. Glimpses of his old life flood in, bringing him to his knees.

Jack had been his first experience at something like fatherhood. It had changed Sam profoundly, loving Jack.

Little Dean squirms in his arms and Sam presses a kiss to his forehead.

Then he closes his eyes tight and prays in a whisper.

"Jack, I miss you. Take care of my brother, alright? I'll see you guys soon."

Then Sam looks at his son again and says to him in a hushed voice, "I promise I'm not going anywhere yet, okay? Not till I've given you everything I have left. I'm not leaving you, Dean."

i do not have the strength to block all the bots. welcome ladies make yourselves at home i guess. im a feminist

I do not respect the grind. Go to bed

a surprising number of people I've talked to didn't know this about ao3, so if you are not on ao3:

• you don't need an ao3 account to access the site
• you don't need an ao3 account to comment on a fic

• You don't need an ao3 account to leave kudos

emptying and reloading a gun with practiced efficiency so you think i'm an expert marksman but you later find out that's just how i stim

turning the safety catch on and off like i'm clicking a pen until everyone gets really mad at the noise but no one says anything because i have a gun and they don't

me whenever i see /pos and /hj: why are you calling me a piece of shit and what do handjobs have to do with any of this :/

sam + the cage trauma

supernatural (2005-2020) cr. eric kripke / the sparrow, mary doria russell

How I differentiate the different incarnations of the Doctor

First Doctor: old man goes around kidnapping teachers and getting into fisticuffs

Second Doctor: funny guy has the hots for a Scotsman

Third Doctor: gay fashion icon likes science and martial arts

Fourth Doctor: yep that's an eldritch horror

Fifth Doctor: single father struggles to make queer children get along, falls on the ground several times while trying

Sixth Doctor: gay pride flag is a bastard to people as a self defense mechanism but actually cares a lot

Seventh Doctor: man commits atrocities while teaching young women life lessons

Eighth Doctor: constantly having the worst day of his life, but at least he probably won't remember it!

War Doctor: older man becomes more and more tired of being alive

Ninth Doctor: sir please save some PTSD for the rest of us

Tenth Doctor: gradual moral degeneration combined with constantly remembering past trauma

Eleventh Doctor: baby eldritch abomination really shouldn't travel without his parents

Twelfth Doctor: badass communist rockstar says fuck the police

Thirteenth Doctor: covers up trauma with dinosaur bandaids they give out to children

love when fanfic writers are like “I love this character” & proceed to put them through shit even God has blacklisted, baby the middle ages called they want to hear your ideas