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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 2 months

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STILL obsessed with the fact Hobie wears a full ass outfit everyday. Jessica too. I'm so serious.

Like they were probably in their universe thinking that's normal then they pull up to HQ and see a bunch of Spider-people nearly butt-naked in spandex suits just trodding about bootys and balls all out

And they both saw that and we're like "Yeaaahh.. my black ass is NOT doing that"

and then they just kept wearing clothes.

Just the thought of them being like 'Actually y'all look fucking ridiculous in those suits but I can keep that to myself' is so funny cause it's SO THEM.

Hobie already thinks most of them are monkeys in a circus

And if it's not Jessica's job she probably doesn't give a rats ass what foolishness y'all are up to. She has her man to go home to. Bye.

Jessica probably pulled up on Day 1 like "I understand everything else - one question though: What the hell y'all hiding y'all faces for? We's hiding our faces now??? Cause it's giving Phantom of the Opera. 🤨😐'

I headcanon Jessica is Hobies mentor and I bet the day they met he saw her and was like

"..."

"... Nah bruv, the fucking suits-"

"I know. Just- I just can't with it. I can't."

They wake up and the two of them put on some earrings, some lip gloss, and at least two belts before even leaving the crib. As they should!!!!

At least once Miguel has tried to call them on a mission and they've gone 'Nah, it's wash day.'

They have to do their hair. They're not turning up in someone's universe in no bonnet. Call someone else goddammit

I LOVE THEM. MY FAVES.

Meanwhile Peter's out here in some slippers. Humbling reality headass.

Like y'all are not on the same level.

Meanwhile Miguel double cheeked up out in the open. Like hey buddy gym shorts maybe? Just a thought?

Not to bodyshame you Miguel but if you turn around again I'm gonna have to have a talk with HR on the real

Give Miles back his clothes he was fresh as hell. Miles G. on to something

#they're SO ALIKE I SWEAR I PROMISE #Jessica Drew as Hobies surrogate mom #except he's hardheaded as fuck #spiderman #atsv #spider man #marvel #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #spiderpunk #jessica drew #spider woman #spiderwoman

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letsmakepoppunkgreatagain · 4 months

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Mom Jeans - What's Up?

#jays top songs of 2023 #letsmakepoppunkgreatagain #mom jeans band #mom jeans #emo #pop punk #lyrics #bands #alt rock #emo lyrics #edit #my edit #jayelle

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breaking-justin · 7 months

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What’s the band called? // credits: @indie_alternative_emo_boy on instagram

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sag-dab-sar · 2 months

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DO NOT FUCKING TOUCH MY WHEELCHAIR.

IF IT IS IN THE WAY ASK ME TO MOVE IT.

NO I DO NOT CARE THAT I WASN'T SITTING IN IT.

IF YOU WOULD NOT PHYSICALLY PICK ME UP AND MOVE ME IF I WAS IN YOUR WAY THEN DO NOT DO IT TO MY WHEELCHAIR.

WHY IS IT ALWAYS HOSPITAL STAFF WHO HAVE NO FUCKING RESPECT HOLY SHIT.

I WOULD HAVE SAID "Please don't touch my wheelchair I will move it out of the way myself" BUT SHE DID IT SO SUDDENLY I DIDN'T HAVE TIME.

SHE ALMOST TOOK MY WHEELCHAIR OUT OF MY REACH IN A WAITING ROOM.

YOU ARE TAKING MY LEGS.

I HAD TO PHYSICALLY GRAB IT BACK FROM HER BEFORE SHE MOVED IT OUT OF MY REACH.

SHE DIDN'T EVEN APOLOGIZE.

SHE WAS JUST WALKING BY SO I WOULD HAVE HAD TO ASK STRANGERS TO GET IT FOR ME.

THATS HUMILIATING.

LET ME REPEAT.

THATS HUMILIATING.

FUCK OFF.

#i found some non-injury spikes #seems they can be taken on and off #im also going to see if i can use some dont touch embroidery #i need to be more assertive #with #''dont touch my chair''#instead of #''please dont touch my wheelchair''#i need to be firm #i was so angry i wanted to cry #i text ranted to my mom while i waited #cpunk #cripple punk #disability #wheelchair #wrote this while sitting in waiting room trying not to boil in anger

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punkeropercyjackson · 25 days

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Stephanie Brown:

Is poor

Has an abusive dad who was also a supervillain and that led to her becoming a superhero to spoil his plans but she focused a lot on helping out other less fortunate people in addition to fighting crime

Did badly often in school despite her extreme intellegence

Has anger issues and violent tendencies that manifest in her getting extra brutal in fights and being lowkey mean in general but she almost entierly directs it to people who deserve it

Is emotionally intense with ways of showing friendship that her classmates found offputting and that led to her being isolated from them and having almost no friends

Listens to Metallica

Took Tim Drake on a date to a shitty basement party with a bunch of alt teens

Was willing to kill at 14,including her own dad and only changed that because Bruce Wayne convinced her too

Loved Cassandra Cain romantically in a gritty dark future Batman run,has been Batwoman in two which is a mantle that has been held exclusively by a Kate Kane who is a butch lesbian and has shown multiple hints of being bi in the main timelines

Yelled and screamed at and even assaulted grown ass adults in her teen years for treating her badly with no fear and this stays into her adulthood

Grew up to be a Team Mom by at least her Batgirl days and the targets of her mothering were a biracial boy(Damian Wayne),two darkskin black girls(Nell Little and Tiffany Fox),a japanese girl(Maps Mizoguchi)and MANY other unnamed kids we see her being implied to care for

Presents super femininely but in a way that most guys in-universe find bad instead of attractive and she dosen't care about this because she dosen't want normies

Is a literature nerd,an artist,a gamer,a pianist AND a gymnist

Makes her own superhero gear

Uses optimism for a better world and trauma fueled spite as her motivation for heroism

Got treated like shit by almost everyone as a kid but we see this explicitly in her hero days with how much Bruce puts her down because she wasn't good enough for him

Does activism even outside of hero work

Is canonically pastel punk and accidentally autistic-coded and genuinely a real weirdgirl,not a fucking 'basic white girl' or a queen bee just because she's blonde and blue eyed and it's worth noting she's also been described as flat-chested as a jab but it not working because she loves her looks perfectly and that she's never shown any particular liking for being blonde and seeing as she got her hair from her dad,this is completely valid

She's Stephanie Brown,not Stacie White.Stop.Making.Her.Only.Trait.Her.Gender.Babygirl deserves better

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starrymoonsoup · 4 months

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Another old one!! Another amphibia piece, inspired by tour posters (specifically pinkshift, 10/10 recommend giving them a listen :))

also dam thanks for all the attention on my last post, y'all are great :)

#amphibia #alternative #digital art #digital illustration #drawing #pinkshift #calamity trio #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #marcy wu #Sasha and the Sharps #punk rock #punk music #art #art more like fart #ur mom lol #I am lorde yayaya

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compare-and-conform · 1 month

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Not very far apart, but still on different pages ♠️♥️

#me #its meeee #bare face #no makeup #butt #my butt #legs #thick thighs #mom bod #girls with tattoos #Latinas #pop punk #emo #tssf #I’m gonna go play FF7 now

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r-truth · 4 months

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#cm punk #jeff hardy #wweedit #wwe #flashing tw #they're having a marriage dispute on national tv <3 #this gifset proves that jeff is mom #*#*j

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zer0point5ive · 8 months

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do you think the stray cats ever wondered what happened to adam :(

#adam stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight #do you think adams feminist vegan punk ex girlfriend ever wonders what happened to him #the people in his life are so intriguing. to me #scott tibbs certifiably insane. thinks adams a pussy #ex gf. broke up w him for being too angry #his mom. calls him honey nd ‘just wants to know hes alright’. dad was angry for some reason but no longer angry #neighbor hates him. thinks hes too loud and routinely calls adam a quote unquote little shithead #stray cats think he is their best friend. they are correct :)#everyone hate him except for cats !#📹

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the-kr8tor · 3 months

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Happy fluffy Friday!! Can I request the Hobie and the reader having to take Billie and Ramona to run errands?

Thank you!

S'cute!! Thank you for requesting, hope you like it 🫶

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Dad! Hobie, Mom! Reader, Billie and Ramona AU, Twin AU, cw food mentions, FLUFF

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“Crisps me up, Mac” Hobie's hand is reaching behind him, fingers flexing for the twin's snack, his eyes fixated on the road ahead.

The sedan rattles as it hits a speed bump. It's been the Brown family car since the girls were born. Hobie traded his old band van for it so the girls would have somewhere to comfortably sit from the hospital. You still remember the day you brought them home, Hobie practiced with a doll weeks before so he knows how to work a car seat even before they arrived. He's now an expert in handling the contraption.

The seats still smell like baby powder, under the powdery fragrance lies the cheesy aroma of their snack that has made you crack open the window a smidge.

Billie slaps her dad's hand away, the bag crinkles in her tiny hands. “Not crisps, dad! They're cheesy pretzels!”

You watch the interaction in the rearview mirror with a smile. Mona giggles next to her sister, their car seats full of stickers they got from family and their dad. Both girls are still in their gymnastics leotards, oversized shirts and jackets over the sparkly spandex. They look absolutely adorable, you just want to reach behind to squeeze their cheeks but you fight the indulgence.

“Alright, pretzel me up you gremlin. It's payment for driving you” He doesn't relent, a teasing smile on his lips.

“We're almost there, dad” despite her disapproval, Billie still gives him a handful of cheesy pretzels.

Hobie gobbles it up in one bite, reaching behind again to wipe his hand clean on Billie's shirt. She squeals, laughing and kicking at his hand. Her tiny shoe falls off, thudding softly on the car floor.

“Daddy’s driving, Bee!” Mona grabs her sister by the arm. “Mum, stop them”

“Okay, that's enough, you two can goof off in the store.”

Hobie sticks his tongue out at the rearview mirror, Billie does the same, her scrunched face making you laugh.

Hobie's cheesy coated hand slyly snakes to yours, locking your hand in place.

You give him the stink eye. He laughs, bringing your hand closer to him, pressing a quick kiss on your knuckles.

“What? You've got wet wipes with you right?” He says in-between chuckles.

You only stare at him with your eyes narrowed, pretending to be annoyed as you feel the stickiness of the cheese on your palm. Good thing you actually have those wipes.

Hobie parks the car, it makes a rumbling sound as he turns off the ignition.

“Blinky sounds like he's hungry” Mona comments, the twins dubbed the car ‘blinky’ since they could talk, but it's only making it hard for you and Hobie to finally get the car replaced.

“Yeah, he's hungry for some petrol.” Hobie unclips his seatbelt before unclipping yours and stealing a kiss right under your nose.

“Hey,” you beam at him, “I'll get you later, you'll see”

“Lookin' forward to it” he gets out of the car with a smile that could rival the sun.

Hobie gets Billie out of her car seat, pausing to put her shoe back on, he makes the signature dad groan when he lifts her up.

“You smell like cheese, mac. Maybe we should switch you to cheese and Mona could have mac instead, huh?” He looks at Billie like she's the most precious cheese coated jewel in the world.

“Okay! If Mon says yes.”

They both look at you and Mona. You're just about releasing her, having a harder time than Hobie with the car seat.

Ramona looks at them with a pout. “Mum can't get me out again”

“You need help, love?” Hobie asks.

“Nope,” you curse whoever made the straps so complicated for your hands. “Anddd got it!”

“In record time too” he teases, taking each girls' backpacks from the floor with ease. Show off.

“Good job, mummy” Mona murmurs, placing a cheese filled kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you, baby”

With each girl in tow, you place them both in a cart. You and Hobie quickly learned that letting them roam isn't such a good idea when either girl suddenly wanders around, because for sure the other would follow.

The wheels squeak, the handle of the grocery cart is cold against your palms. Hobie, who has the foresight, takes the cart from you, looping his arm around yours so he's still technically holding your hand without taking his hands off the precious cart that holds his babies. And at the same time shielding you from the wretched cold.

“Daddy, cereal!” In some twin telepathy, both girls yell the exact same thing.

“We'll get to that aisle, thing one and two. We still need to get other stuff first, yeah?” He bends at the waist to wipe a powder of cheese on Mona's cheek.

She scrunches her nose. “Thank you, dad”

“So polite,” he looks at her like she hung the stars, all cheese and stardust. “Where'd you get that from huh?”

“Mummy” Mona doesn't miss a beat. You snicker from the side.

“Fair enough,” he shrugs, the girls giggle at their dad making a funny face.

You seize the opportunity in the empty soup aisle. Kissing the corner of his lips, you smile into the quick peck.

“Had to do it or your face will get stuck like that.”

“Got me good, gorgeous” he grins, his eyes crinkling happily at the corners. “Would you still love me if my face stays forever like this?” Hobie makes the face again, the girls guffaw like it's the best comedy special ever.

You whisper, “that's what the mask is for, Spiderman”

“So rude, I can't believe you've done this, in front of our children too.” He feigns hurt, clutching at his chest. “I hope Mona didn't get that from you”

You fake a gasp.

The girls fully know their father's antics and how you two weirdly flirt with each other. Billie impatiently taps Hobie's hand while Mona yawns from her seat.

“Let's go, Mon’s sleepy” Billie's tapping gets faster with every heart filled stare you throw at each other. “Stop with the kissy faces! We're tired!”

“Alright, alright! How impatient, you know you got that from your dad” you wink at Billie.

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“One only, choose wisely” Hobie holds up two different boxes of sugar filled cereal in front of the girls.

You watch as their eyes flick from one pink box to a brown box with a bunny mascot on it. It's like they're watching a tennis match.

They converse amongst themselves, the council of cereal you and Hobie once called.

“This is going to take a while, d’you want to get the detergent while the council's deliberating? I'll stay here with them and be the referee.”

“Sure, tell me their reasoning this time” you squeeze his bicep, smooching his jaw.

“‘course. No stopovers at the candle aisle!” he half yells while you're walking away.

You give him a thumbs up, winking at him.

“Your mum's definitely going to sniff some candles.”

“We got it, dad! We want the chocolate–” Billie starts.

“Strawberry one–what?” Mona continues.

Hobie has a thought to just buy both boxes, but he doesn't want them to get spoiled too much. So he lets them argue, huffing out air when they get particularly catty with each other. He's definitely gonna have to be a referee.

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You carry Billie right at the end of the register, her eyes are bright and curious while watching the cashier scan the items incredibly fast. She holds onto your hand as you face her towards what appears to her as the greatest show ever. She's getting heavier and heavier but you'll be damned if you stop carrying your daughters. Even if it means breaking your back.

Snuggling close to her neck, she giggles, her bubble jacket crinkles as you rub your chin atop her shoulder.

“Mum!”

“Okay, okay I'll stop, for a kiss?” you face your cheek to her side. She places a sticky kiss, leaning away with a smack of lips. “Thank you”

“You're welcome” she gets back to observing the laser, her eyes transfixed, ears perking at every beep.

You watch as Mona sneaks a chocolate bar to the lineup, she barely reaches the top of the counter, trying her best not to get noticed by her dad, her eyes flicking from him to you. He notices alright, but Hobie lets it slide, he even sneaks his own candy bar for Billie. You pretend you do not see. They deserve the treat, you both think, just for making huge progress with their cartwheels during class.

While Hobie places the groceries in the trunk, you place both girls in their car seats securely.

“What do you guys want for dinner?” You ask as you lock Billie's seatbelt in place.

“I want spaghetti” Mona yawns in the middle of her sentence.

Billie nods, fighting to keep her eyes closed. “With extra meatballs please”

“Okay, will you help mum and dad like last time?” They slowly nod, rubbing at their sleepy eyes.

They jump slightly when Hobie closes the trunk, “sorry” you hear his muffled apology.

Driving home was much quieter, both girls are sleeping soundly in their car seats, head lolling to the side. Mona embraces her blanket even asleep while Billie’s foot twitches.

“They even sleep like you,” you softly say.

“Hmm? What do you mean? You sleep like that too. Your foot twitches like that”

“And you cuddle me like that”

“Told you, we'd make a perfect blend”

“Yeah, they're perfect” you lean to the side to kiss his cheek, careful not to mess up his driving.

He hums, wishing to kiss you back. Maybe he can pull over real quick to kiss you properly this time.

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