#spider.txt

[angelstones]

i love lesbians <3

#jrwi #jrwi art #spider.txt #jrwi riptide #just roll with it #jrwi jay #jay ferin #jrwi anastasia #LESBIANS!!! #i didnt want to post this but i was asked to :3 #bloodshot #spider's art tag

[plushpile]

Currently frustrated (again) abt how little it feels like we can talk about certain things in the plush community, mainly when it comes to politics and stuff like that

A huge example on my mind rn is the whole squishmallow/jazwares thing

It frustrates me to see ppl in my servers and on other sites continuing to buy squishmallows right now, and I feel like it's only gonna get worse as the holidays get closer

I can't help but think that a lot of these people just don't know (I mean shit, posts about it were literally hidden/deleted on the main squishmallow subreddit), and I want so badly to tell them but in multiple places that's not allowed, because of the nature of the community and people wanting to keep it a certain way

In a way I get it, but the silence is deeply upsetting when support of genocide and disgusting misinformation is what's on the table

I know a lot of us are in this community for comfort, or to connect to childhood, whatever it could be but as adults in this community we should not let our own comfort take precedence over the lives of innocent people, it doesn't matter if you're political or not

On the other hand, I feel like we're avoiding this topic to specifically avoid discourse, but frankly I don't care because I don't want to share a community with anyone who would oppose the beliefs fueling the boycott of this company

I don't want to share a community with people who would defend genocide, specifically the killing of innocent people in Gaza, for any reason, and it's disheartening not knowing who I could be rubbing shoulders with in this community because of the specific lack of conversation about these important topics

I don't really have any profound point here, I don't have a solution, I'm just frustrated and disgusted

Fuck Jazwares, stop buying squishmallows, and FREE GAZA

#not just squishmallows btw Jazwares makes a lotta shit #including commonly found pokemon plush #do your research and dont support this shit #inform your friends and speak up #also i dont fucking care if you think this is unsafe for kids #so many of the victims of this genocide are CHILDREN #age regression does not give you a pass to look away #if youre an adult you need to acknowledge this #spider.txt #plushblr #plush community #plushies #squishmallow #squishmallows

[jonathanohnn]

(dramatically takes off poorly-made disguise, upmost seriousness in his voice) “i am......The Spot.”

(miles immediately bursts into laughter)

“it’s not funny!! >:(”

#atsv #across the spiderverse #spider.txt #i fuckin Knew this was gonna be how their first encounter went lmao #also the spot's voice? literally perfect for him; it sounds like how i always imagined it in my head

[bauhome]

i have a job interview today GOD

#spider.txt #FUCK my LIFE

[birf]

HHHHHGGGggggggGGG???

#spider.txt

[admin-uh-spider]

A being appears behind red snatching her up, she wasn't bear spider so he doesn't know yet.

Oh this will be fun

#spider.txt #red.txt #ooc: void cameo

[thegreatspideratticus]

-- GAME START . --

-- CONCEPTS AND CONSTRUCTS ARG . --

-- HELP HIM ESCAPE , WON'T YOU ? --

#spider.txt #concepts and constructs arg

[mortemcanis]

Once again feeling drawn to spirituality but once again feeling bored and uninspired by a lot of the common pagan, etc. practices I used to follow and be interested in

I want so badly to completely develop my own path and practices but idek where to start necessarily? I feel like I need guidance but I also wanna do it all myself

I've probably made this post a dozen times but it's so frustrating to feel the urge and the draw towards witchcraft and spirituality, but not knowing where to start literally at all

#been feeling rly inspired by one of my friends altars n shit lately tho #they dont practice witchcraft they just kinda. do stuff? #and that + other things have been making me rly miss having an altar and stuff #bleh #spider.txt

[cemeterystims]

is2g I'll figure out my post formatting at some point lmfao

#spider.txt

[minotauromachy]

i looooooove fics that are committed to describing the experience of Waking Up And Your Senses Are 10000000 Times Stronger Than They Used To Be but i can only read them slowly and in bite sized chunks bc it feels too much like theyre describing a meltdown and it makes Me as an autistic person feel oh so terrible. congrats to the writers tho bc at least it means theyre good at describing the whole thing but oh boy

#currently reading a fic where peter' #is so bad at coping. like incredibly bad. this man is going through it #and it makes my head hurt. like hes so overwhelmed ALL THE TIME that it makes my head hurt #the fact that im very sick rn probably doesnt help #maybe i should start my own spiderman tag #uuuuhhh #spider.txt #?

[chaoselfilis]

each new chapter i write gets longer and longer as i figure out my writing style

#spider.txt #msatt readers im so sorry

[angelstones]

me when i get sillied by a hot spider woman

#jrwi #jrwi art #jrwi riptide #jrwi chip #chip jrwi #chip bastard #spider.txt #riptide fanart

[plushpile]

Bro not me finding a r4dfem plushblr 🤢

If it wasn't clear, fuck T3RFs, fuck exclusionists, fuck any and all bullshit like that

I'm trans and my account is a safe place for queer people of any kind, we love and support our queer plush friends here

#feel so silly having to do this on a plush account but Tumblr is wild lmfao #there was just. so much bullshit in just their introduction post already lmao #like 't3rfs dni is stupid' and 'r4dfem ideology isn't antagonistic towards trans ppl' dude fuck off #and the added bonus of having comments and all asks off like Okay Coward lol #idc if I'm just a plush acc I don't fuck w/ any of that bullshit and you can eat my ass ✌️ #fucking loser tbh #can't help but laugh about it being a babw acc too lmfao #spider.txt

[jonathanohnn]

easily the funniest part abt that newest spot clip is that having your very first encounter with spider-man be right after you almost got your ass beat by the completely non-powered owner of the store you’re trying to rob is something that would only happen to the spot

like every other villain gets a big dramatic fight at a laboratory after an experiment gone horribly wrong, or a suspenseful chase in an underground tunnel, or even straight up tracking spider-man down and breaking into the house he’s in to kill him

not the spot, he gets “interrupted midway through a botched atm robbery in a convenience store at 11 am.” love that for him

#atsv #across the spiderverse #jonathan ohnn #the spot #spider.txt

[bauhome]

one of these days my legs will both snap like twigs if you can't beat em make em bleed like pigs!!!!!!!

#spider.txt #tmg

[helluvawhore]

run (you can't)

// non consensual body modification

smut under cut; minors DNI

Run.

You can’t run.

There’s no breath left in your lungs, there’s something large crouched over your back, and the torch in your hand went out as soon as you dropped it. The ember of it glows in your vision; smoldering orange and the only light in the cave.

The spider hisses in your ear. You’re going to die; it’s going to kill you; it’s going to slit you open with its fangs and you’ll bleed out, paralyzed, on the floor of an empty cave with no one except for a monster preparing to eat your corpse.

Run.

You can’t run. God, how you wish you could. Metal shrieks as it tears apart your armor, and you cringe down against the ground. No protection anymore, just you and the manic heartbeat in your ears and the creature forcing you to the ground. It leans down and there’s the agonizing slide of fangs into your skin, piercing your shoulder.

It’s the last pain you feel. Your body goes numb, no longer responding to any movement you attempt to make. Even after the spider steps back off you can’t lift even a finger. You can’t run. It waits for a moment, then reaches down and flips you over, away from the armor. You land on your back on the cold stone and get your first look at the spider. It’s a big one, and its eyes glow as it crawls towards you.

You focus on the eyes. Eight eyes, glowing red above you. There’s no compassion or malice or empathy behind them; there’s no stopping it. You can feel what it’s doing when it reaches a leg out and rests a claw on your stomach. There’s no pain, just the panic and the revulsion when it delicately slices you open. There’s cold air touching places where it never, never should. It’s cutting you open and your lungs are heaving, trying to gain enough air.

Focus on the eyes. Red eyes, red eyes, and the claws ever-so-discreetly reaching inside of your body. It’s touching you, inside you. It’s rearranging your organs and pulling them aside as if it’s looking for something.

Breathe. In, out. Stare at the red eyes and try not to think about the dexterous claws. It’s cutting you apart, rearranging things inside you. There’s no pain, but it hurts in the desperation and the choicelessness. You’re trapped with a monster inside of you.

There is no time in the dark, and the spider does not rush things.

It’s building something; using you for something. You can tell, in the way it examines your insides and holds some pieces aside to reach others, makes delicate incisions and sews up cuts using its thread. Your limbs remain unusable and motionless. There is nothing except the eyes in the darkness and the sound of your own organs being cut apart and put back together.

You sleep at some point, your body too exhausted by panic and fear to keep you awake any longer. It’s too fitful for dreams, jostled into wakefullness any time the spider makes a large incision or leans too close. But, somehow, it withdraws and carefully stitches up the opening in your stomach.

You don’t feel different. Just the same numbness and too-fast breathing. The spider hisses again, the first sound it’s made in hours. You weren’t certain what it wanted with you, but now it’s moving back and spindly legs are sliding open your legs and oh no.

You can’t tilt your head down to see, but you can feel as something presses against your entrance, and now you understand. You shouldn’t be this wet; it shouldn’t be this easy for the spider to force its way inside you; it should be far, far too big. It’s stretching you out as it pushes inside of you. You can see the swell in your stomach it makes, the bulge just large enough to be in your vision when you look down.

The spider lowers itself on top of you. Heavy, angled carapace against your stomach, pushing down against the bulge it makes inside of you. Your breathing grows shallower, ribcage unable to expand with the weight on top of you. It chitters, mandibles clicking a few inches from your face, and begins to move inside you.

There’s something sliding up the massive shaft that’s splitting you open. You can feel it pressing at your entrance for a brief moment, then it slips past and further inside of you. It’s an egg.

Not the first one either. The spider settles down, legs wrapping around you. It doesn’t move, there’s only the slow pulse as egg after egg slips inside you. You feel far, far too full. There should be no way that your body can handle this, any of it. Somehow, though, the spider managed to build you into something it could use. And it keeps using you.

There’s no relief when it finally pulls out of you, clear fluid dripping from its shaft. You’re so filled with its eggs that even if it hadn’t paralyzed you, you doubt you could move. It loosens the legs clasped around you and you can hear it move away into the darkness.

And it leaves you alone.

#k: belly bulge #spider.txt #k: ovi #k: noncon #k: body modification #gn reader