#Ben dies

[pandadrake]

Shots fired by the Spider-man sequels.

Was ruminating on how Miles and Miguel are technically both 'Spider-man 2' in their respective universes. Got me thinking about the other Spider-successors in the cast, and also what if they all got matching T-shirts or something.

[bisexualmultifandommess]

I love Umbrella Academy a lot but one thing I hated is how much distance they put between Diego and Klaus as the seasons went on. They were my favourite duo in the first season and they gradually got to a point where they didn’t even seem to like each other that much. Every season I’d hope for more scenes and then didn’t get any.

Their season 1 dynamic was great because it really did seem like despite finding him annoying and not liking his drug addiction that Diego really cared about Klaus and was protective of him. It also seemed like he was the only one in the family that actually seemed to check in on him throughout the years but in later seasons that was sort of forgotten.

I love the other duos the two of them have but their relationship was really special to me so I need to find some fics about them.

[cessmaga]

ben: can turn into powerful aliens

rex: can turn his body into machinery

the powerpuff girls: kindergarteners with superman powers

danny:

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[scarletjess]

A Little Out of The Ordinary

Peter looked round his room, now coloured by the blue twilight sky. Dark shadows coved the crevices of objects, casting the clothed scattered around his floor in stark relief. They oozed nothing. Content to stay within the borders the light created.

A half torn down poster lined the wall, several others lay rolled up in a pile next to the bin. The only hint, at where they used to be, was a slight discolouration on the wall, the paint was brighter there.

The doorknob didn’t match the one on the other side, or the rest of the apartment. Silver instead of gold. Five cracks in the shape of a crescent moon sat on the opposite wall. He always used to hope May and Ben wouldn’t notice. He didn’t think he would mind now. He remembers how they where made;

ooO0Ooo

Peter woke up to sound of an alarm clock, and car horns, and the neighbours two floors down having an argument… It was loud, too loud.

He reached out to shut off the small box. Crunch. Peter sat up to find the clock completely shattered into pieces.

“What?” He murmured. He was way too tired to deal with this right now. I was sick last night and…

Wait, why was he sick? Was it something from the lab?

…or the spider that bit him.

The spider from a lab.

An experimental spider from a radiation testing la-

Ok. No. He has definitely been reading too many comics.

Peter swung his legs round to sit on his bed, and then tried to get up. Emphasis on tried. Because when Peter went to perform the act of standing, he found himself stuck to the bedsheets, and no amount of pulling would free his limbs. He fell to the floor with a thud. “Peter are you all right?” May’s voice came from the kitchen. Ben must already be at work. “Uh, yeah. Just fell.”

“Ok, just be careful. Oh, and hurry up, you’re going to be late.” “Yup, on my way.” Peter doesn’t know why he lied, just that having a conversation with May about the ‘maybe-Spider-related-super-powers’ he seems to have gained might be really awkward. Except it wouldn’t be, because there are no superpowers and Peter is totally making this up in his head, right?

He realises that the bed sheets had fallen to his feet during the conversation. Must have been keeping them up by struggling.

Taking a breath, Peter made his way towards the door so he could get to the bathroom. The doorknob crinkled like tin foil beneath his grasp. His hand attempted to let go in shock, but it was stuck. Again.

So the doorknob simply came with him as he backed away from the door, waving his hand frantically, trying to free himself. “Peter!”

“Coming!”

With one finally yank of his arm through the air the doorknob flew free, hitting the table, then the chair and then Peter’s face.

“Ow.”

He stubbled backwards and into the wall behind him, hands first. He was stuck. Again. Peter didn’t even bother trying to pull his hand off, managing to sink to the floor without moving them. Which definitely shouldn’t be possible, but might as well add freaky flexibility to the list.

Sunlight streamed through his window, and he could see each individual speck of dust resting upon the sun beam. It coated his room in yellow.

Bad things always seemed to happen on sunny days. Peter couldn't remember the day his parents died, but he could remember the battle of New York. He always used to think that their death must have been like that, burning with sunlight and chaos. Looking back, now, he doubts it was. He remembers hiding under the tables waiting to die, waiting to be saved.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, not to him. Not when he was always the one hiding. But alarm clocks don’t just break, and door handles don’t crush beneath normal people’s grip. His body felt different too, the muscles on his arms where more defined, bigger. He was too scared to look anywhere else. People don’t just change like that. Peter wasn’t the boy he was yesterday.

The gold from the window scattered across the posters on his wall, Iron Man stared back at him. Tony Stark, the man with no powers, no motive, who suddenly decided his brain was enough to save the world. How could Peter sit here when Tony Stark was a superhero.

Peter had to help people. He didn’t have a choice. He never had a choice. Things always happened to him, like his parents, like moving in the Ben and May, like his scholarship. His brain had never felt like an accomplishment, more a result of him existing. Maybe he could actually do something good with this, rather than selfish. Everything else had been for himself. He could do something with this. He had to. And with that, one of Peter’s hands let go of the wall. “Peter! We have to go. I have work!” “You go on without me. I don’t think I’ll be ready in time. Sorry.” “Really?” “Yeah, sorry. It won’t happen again. I’ll be on time tomorrow.”

A deep breath, and Peter pulled his other hand from the wall. Chunks came with him. “Shit.”

“What was that?”

“Uh, nothing! Just dropped something.” “Ok then.”

The jingle of keys. “Bye Peter!” “Bye!”

Peter waited for the sound of the door closing and looked to the ceiling. One hand after another as he climbed. Just like walking, or it felt like walking.

And he just hung there, as if gravity didn’t exist.

“Whoa, cool.”

oooO0Oooo

Now, when Peter couldn't leave his room, it wasn't his powers that kept him there. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. He couldn't. It was the weight in his chest that kept him chained to his bed. Greif embedded in him like shackles. No powers. No Ben. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. Couldn't save him. It was his fault. Ben was gone and it was all his fault.

[phantomato13]

My reaction while watching Love Never Dies (2012)

[unix10x]

I like to think that the villains are more afraid of Gwen than they are of Ben 😂

[bottledkriegmen]

never forget what they took from us.

[marinamar4]

i think the most unreal thing about the sequel trilogy isn't anything about rey… it's the fact that ben didn't know his grandfather

and i don't mean the fact that he was vader, but that, having proven the existence of force ghosts, i'm 100% sure that anakin would have done the impossible to keep an eye on his only grandson

(and cry to obi-wan for being so good to leia that he even named his son ben. obi-wan keeps an eye on him too, but less, he's dealt with enough skywalkers in life to continue stressing out in death, even if baby ben doesn't do any crazy maneuvers yet)

(i imagine him flying toys and spaceships over baby ben to make him fall asleep, and when he grows up, teaching him mechanics and how to deal with r2-d2 and c3-po)

(leia wouldn't be too happy about that, but hey, she's a free babysitter and she knows how to deal with a sensitive little one. the force. anyway, if anyone can figure out how to shoot a ghost with a blaster, it’s her)

(luke has played mediator more times than he can count between father and sister)

so when snoke starts whispering to ben, well, the kid doesn’t pay much attention. he’s heard enough stories about the dark side from his grandfather anakin and his grandfather obi-wan to believe him blindly

and then the darth vader reveal happens. and the first thing ben does is not demand answers as to why he wasn’t told sooner, but laugh. because he finds it funny that one of the most feared creatures in history is the same one who disappears when his mother gives him a dirty look, who looks like a scolded puppy when his friend tells him something, who runs away from a green goblin so he doesn't hit him with a cane, and seriously, why doesn't anyone believe ben when he says he's seen darth vader's ghost cry during sad moments in romantic holo-movies?

and when snoke insists that his grandfather would want ben to continue his "legacy" of oppression, ben dismisses him and says "yeah, no. all my grandfather wants is for me to continue flying spaceships and fixing droids. oh, and also, the only thing he agrees with my mother on is that I should get a good girlfriend, marry her, and have lots of babies. for something they both agree on, i'm not going to ignore that!

[robntunney]

DAREDEVIL (2003) dir. Mark Steven Johnson

[addamvelaryon]

Addam & Benji praying together at the Isle of Faces

Artist: Jota Saraiva (deviantart/instagram)

[anthonysperkins]

Ben Gazzara, Toni Ucci, and Totò The Passionate Thief / Risate di gioia (1960) dir. Mario Monicelli

[darkcrowprincess]

The losers club thoughts: the reason why the losers are so chaotic and unhinged in the second movie(besides you know the trauma and memories coming back) is because Stanley Uris was like 90% of their impulse control. With Stanley gone everything turns into pure chaos. Honestly Stanley should have been a lawyer instead of an accountant with how much chaos and law breaking all these guys get into.

[cessmaga]

when two gods are actually both teenage boys with emotional baggage

[viquipo]

Drawing requested by some random gacha pfp idk who they are

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