I HAVE to be the first person to draw proper fanart for her

poor baxter as well she's having such a time of it right now

Don’t forget

*survives the horrors by being such a silly goofy guy that my presence fundamentally changes the genre*

something about foreshadowing being more prominent the second time around reading a story but in a way that the meaning is changed forever and you can never view a story the same as you once did before. do you know what i mean.

Imagine being Spider-Gwen and showing up at this Spider-Verse meetup and 90% of the people there are alternate versions of your dead best friend. They’re all grown, too—as the person he would have grown to become if things were different, if he’d had the chance to grow up. You’re surrounded by ghosts of him. Ghosts of who he could have been.

And then you realize that every single one of them looks at you like you’re the ghost.

Every single one of their Gwens died.

In every other universe—in every other universe—you died. You are dead, everywhere, everywhere but here.

You only lived in yours because your Peter died instead.

Was that trade worth it?

when your pet comes to you from another room, the preceding moments meant that they were alone somewhere and thought about YOU, an animal brain literally thought about you and came to you to see what you were doing. that’s love, unconditional.

☆ - ̗̀✨ He's just Ken ✨ ̖́- ☆

and then there would have passed a pleasant slash fanfiction, had the authors misogyny not been immediately unveiled

in our rush for “he would not fucking say that” how we forget the all too common: She Is Not Fucking Like That

good morning, the likes on this post now outnumber the hit count of the fanfiction on which this was based and with your help we can make that true of the reblogs amen

Life in plastic, it’s fantastic