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marvelladiesdaily · 1 year

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ZENDAYA as MICHELLE JONES spider-man: no way home (2021)

#michelle jones #zendaya #zendayaedit #spiderman: no way home #womenofmcu #pocedit #mcupoc #dailymarvelgifs #dailymarvelstudios #dailywoc #zendayasource #dailywomen #marveladdicts #usergal #userquel #tuserlyn #userjoss #our edits #by ashley

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shriggy-the-rat-king · 5 months

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turns this AU inside my mind like a rotisserie chicken... spiderwoman MJ my beloved

#digital art #artists on tumblr #mcu #mcu spiderman #spiderman #spiderwoman #mcu mj #mj watson #zendaya #michelle jones watson #marvel multiverse #marvel movies #marvel comics #marvel edit #zendaya coleman #spiderman fanart #spiderman AU #fanfiction

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lockescoles · 2 years

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LIVE-ACTION SPIDER-MAN MOVIES RANKED BY SAM 1) Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021)

Ever since I got bit by that Spider, I've only had one week where my life has felt normal. Well, kind of normal, I guess. And that was when you found out. Because then, everyone that was in my life, that I wanted to know, knew. And it was perfect. But now everybody knows.

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yeahthatsinteresting · 3 months

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Mary Jane Watson and Gwen Stacy thoughts: "OMG, I cAn't BeLieVe tHat You'Re SpIdEr Man, PeteR

Michelle Jones be like: You're Spider-Man.

#spider-man #spider man #peter parker #tobey maguire #andrew garfield #tom holland #marvel #mary jane watson #michelle jones watson #kirsten dunst #zendaya #zendaya coleman #gwen stacy #emma stone #edit #gifset #gifs #tom hollands face in that scene always makes me laugh

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trapezequeen · 2 months

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@monthly-challenge 2024 | Day 16: “Caretaking” | Fluffy Daya

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parkershows · 1 year

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Tomdaya Wallpapers

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miss-lauryn-hill · 1 year

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tomhardymyking · 8 months

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Yesterday, actor 𝗥𝗼𝗻 𝗖𝗲𝗽𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗝𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀, who played (now) 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸's ex-boss in 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎 (1), passed away at the early age of 66.

Today, to remember him, I have uploaded one of the two scenes (edited) in which he appears 💖 In it, he asks 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 to do the job that would later cost him his career, his relationship with his (now) ex-fiancee, his apartment, etc. : interview 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗲, played by the great 𝗥𝗶𝘇 𝗔𝗵𝗺𝗲𝗱 💓

Thank you for being in the film, and I hope you are resting in peace 🙏🏻🤍

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Ayer, el actor 𝗥𝗼𝗻 𝗖𝗲𝗽𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗝𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀, quien interpretó al (ahora) ex-jefe de 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸 en 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎 (1), falleció a la temprana edad de 66 años.

Hoy, para recordarle, he subido (editada) una de las dos escenas en las que aparece 💖 En ésta, le pide a 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 que haga el trabajo que después le costaría su carrera, su relación con su (ahora) ex-prometida, su piso, etc. : entrevistar a 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗲, interpretado por el gran 𝗥𝗶𝘇 𝗔𝗵𝗺𝗲𝗱 💓

Gracias por haber participado en la película, y espero que esté descansando en paz 🙏🏻🤍

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#tom hardy #edward thomas hardy #ron cephas jones #venom #eddie brock #edward brock #we are venom #nosotros somos venom #venom 2018 #tom hardy videos #videos #jack #anne weying #michelle williams #carlton drake #riz ahmed #my edits #mis edits

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iammyownsaviour · 11 months

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Marvel Femslash Week 2023

"I guess you'll know all my secrets, huh? If I'm a superhero, then MJ Jones is a Sherlock Holmes type of detective." - Gwen Stacy | Spider-Gwen/Michelle "MJ" Jones

wc: 279 | ao3 | marvel femslash week (@marvelfemslashweek): day 1, fluff | marvel rare pair bingo (@marvelrarepairbingo): getting to see her cute stuffed animal collection | fandom: mcu - spiderverse | rating: general | tags: femslash, established relationship, fluff, teen romance, crossovers & fandom fusions, lesbian michelle jones, lesbian gwen stacy | spider-gwen, gwen stacy is spider-man

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chocotacoshawtybae · 17 days

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‼️NOT MY EDIT‼️

i remember watching this years ago for the first time and being absolutely flabbergasted

edit of the day 😋😋 (btw did anyone see the eclipse?? cus i didn’t 😔😔)

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lunedits · 2 months

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#headers #spider man #spider man headers #spider man no way home #mcu #mcu edit #mcu headers #marvel #marvel headers #tom holland #tom holland headers #zendaya #zendaya headers #peter parker #peter parker headers #michelle jones

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palettesofrenaissance · 16 days

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Desc: Stormy middle of the day, gray and full of thunderclouds, stuck inside alone and needing to feel cozy, tea kettle on to boil, pile of unread books

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 (𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞)

The sky outside is a dark greyish-indigo as the setting sun reflects through the thick clouds that are heavy with an impending, angry thunderstorm. The telltale humidity is strong in the air; it wafts through the room from the opened window. Despite, inside it's quiet, calm, and she's cozy, wearing an oversized, knitted cardigan with its sleeves tightly rolled up to her elbows.

The thick, undeniable smell of blood from her prey continues to drift in from the bathroom, mixing with the smell of the oncoming rain and the tea that's been steeping on the stove.

In the kitchen, the cast iron tea kettle sits on the stove coil, still hot and lowly simmering. Also along the counters are her cutting boards with knives, her chosen seasonings lined up, an uncorked bottle of red wine for cooking, a lemon to zest, and a stew pot on the stove and a bowl to collect excess.

In the outside distance, the first roll of thunder rumbles over the city, and through the opened window a soft breeze blows, pushing aside her curls that have strayed from her high bun.

From her speakers, her calm playlist plays and she sways her hips to the music.

This is her third time doing this. She's still thinks of herself as a beginner but has learned enough from her previous mistakes to be cleaner and thorough this time. Also, she's made sure to do this when her fiancé is out.

This isn't her first time doing this; the first time had been when her beloved fiancé witnessed her, so grotesquely and animalistic. She has been in the bathtub, hunched over a dying cat in her hands. It's dying, helpless meows gripping her fiancé's heartstrings in sorrow as he helplessly watched her sink her mouth into its corpse. Tuffs of its fur haven been pulled off. Blood dripped down her mouth, thickly slicking her luscious lips he loves so much and which he's kissed far too many times to count. Back then, her fiancé sat against the bathroom wall watching, stunned, as she ate the kidnapped neighbor's cat in order to feed.

Then, her fiancé had made her promise to not do this again—even though her turning in the first place had been his fault. She'd agreed—after discarding the feline carcass and after a hot, long shower, shes agreed with her eyes downcast as if in shame and while wrapped up in a fluffy blanket.

She had promised to not do it again—

Despite her turning being his doing.

So, now during an impeding thunderstorm and calm and cozy in her home, she flips through the cook book currently in her hands and bites off a hanging nail on her thumb, nonchalantly spinning on her toes as she paces inside the small semicircle pile of books. She mentally calculates how to replace the Chateaubriand steak in the recipe with human meat.

Still lightly dancing to the music, she ventures into the kitchen and retrieves another bowl before returning to the bathroom where her meal rests, slumped in the porcelain tub and dead. She'd already skinned his abdomen, biceps, and parts of his calves and thighs to get to the good muscle and fat.

She remembers when she first saw him—on television while sitting beside her fiancé who wore a wrinkled nose of deep disgust—and that's when she decided he'd be a delectable next target. Eating him was just a bonus and a way to savor her kill.

For her, choosing him would be getting rid of two birds with one stone, minding the online threads about him containing further disgust.

Here in her home, she's already cleaned the cuts of his meat she's already sliced. Now, she pounds them with a meat tenderizer mallet, putting to use the cooking apron her conservative great aunt and uncle gifted her last Christmas. "Choose your weapon" it read surrounded by a silhouette array of cooking utensils.

Once more, another roar of thunder echoes over the city. The clouds look like dark waves rolling over the rooftops.

The books she now has stacked nearby vary from more cooking books to those of the occult variety, to bat anatomy, to global mythologies.

The song currently playing fades out and another one begins, this one from her childhood—which her mother would play loudly on the weekends she was awoken early to help clean the whole home. It makes her smile at the warm memory, pausing to take another drink from her cup of chamomile tea.

When the rain begins to pour, she closes the front windows to halfway. By this time, her home smells heavenly—of relaxing tea and the seasonings accompanying her delectable meal that's simmering on the stovetop.

Her fiancé isn't scheduled to return until tomorrow. In the meantime, she's invited a few friends for this dinner, informing them to bring over plastic bags big enough to take away leftover limbs and carcass for themselves.

They're just as excited as she, knowing she's a newbie; they became even more excited and encouraging once it's revealed who her latest target had been.

They're just as bloodthirsty as she, and who the meal is tonight makes it just all so much more delicious.

Looking to her clock, she realizes her guests should be knocking on her door in the next 20 minutes or so. So, she goes to get dressed.