#spider posts stupid photos

[spadoodler]

Winged tyranid prime is done! Need to figure out what i want to do for basing still

#warhammer 40k #tyranids #spider posts stupid photos #really should think of a name for my hive fleet sometime XD

[glacierclear]

Having some mad fuckboy!Leon thoughts rn

After he's unlearned all the stuff he taught himself and is basically done with the whole fuckboy thing oh man he would be SO soft. Holding your hand? Check. Cuddling at his dorm? Check. Being more gentle and loving during sex? Also check.

Also, stealing his hoodies. He'd melt for sure

oh, for sure. healed fuckboy!leon would be a SIGHT TO BEHOLD.

he wouldn't be perfect...

progress isn't linear. he'd stumble a lot. make a lot of mistakes and backward steps. you would need to be patient. you would need to be careful. especially in the early stages. because damn, he's trying. he's trying so hard. and you need to acknowledge the effort, even if it's hard to see, because any praise towards this will mean so much to him.

it'd come out especially on his bad days. he's more impatient. short-tempered. lashes out over seemingly mundane things. you'll need to be firm but not demeaning. catch his tells, his habits, and figure out the real reason he's behaving the way he is.

you'll need to slowly teach him the true depth of his words. that they hurt you just as much as they hurt him. he's unfamiliar with the idea of accountability, so you need to teach him about consequences. let him know you're upset and angry at him. but just because you're upset doesn't mean he's irredeemable. he'll assume any pushback is you ending things permanently. he needs the space to fuck up and forgive himself.

and damn it all, he's the jealous type. possessive. protective as all hell. it's toxic, and you need to teach him boundaries. it'll be tough. he worked so fucking hard to get you, doesn't he deserve to have you the way he needs? but no. you need freedom. he'll learn eventually, but be prepared to send a lot of "im safe and i miss u" texts to him when you're out with friends.

speaking of toxic. the toxic masculinity will be hell to unpack. sometimes it's nice! he insists on you being passenger princess. he insists on picking up the bill (well, once you're actually dating). he doesn't mind taking care of spiders (and fine, just because you asked nicely, he won't kill them). but...the bads get real bad.

displaying any kind of vulnerable emotion is like pulling teeth. when he's nervous, scared, anxious...he'll take it out on others. or himself. early progress will be made when he's blackout drunk and spilling everything to you. he reveals the deepest, most fragile parts of himself on these nights. it's like he's an entirely different person. and the next morning he'll do his best to sweep it all under the rug, but you have to fight for it. accept him and love him despite how "totally fucking lame" he acted (his words, not yours).

that being said. the good parts? oh yeah. Boyfriend Material 100%.

he'd do anything for you. anything. don't even say shit as a joke because he'll do it. at a certain point he doesn't even care if his friends think he's being stupid. you're his whole world. he'd wear stupid t-shirts for you. go to that concert you're dying to see even if he thinks the music sucks. he'll bash his head into a wall and learn to bake french pastries if it'll get you to smile. through hell and high water, he'll follow.

and yeah, he weans himself off social media. stops posting thirst trap photos and cuts ties with his sneaky links. but the lack of external validation is felt, and it kind of falls on you to fill the void. clingy won't even begin to describe what he is. he'll resort to begging. he will. late to work in the morning? that's not his problem. you're staying in that damn bed and you are cuddling him. you think him wearing tank tops in the middle of December is just a dumb mistake, but you catch on quick when he starts to shiver and needs to huddle you for warmth. "you want me to die of hypothermia? c'mon, babe. get closer." and yeah. those ice cold hands are going straight on your stomach. have fun.

part of the excitement will come from truly learning who he is as a person. most of his herculean facade is a persona. he doesn't actually like beer. he likes dry whiskey and refined clear liquors. he doesn't actually enjoy parties. the crowds make him nauseous, and he can always blame it on the alcohol. he's not actually all that into sports. you figure out he has a well-loved public library card and he knows the mystery section like the back of his hand. he's vibrant. shockingly intelligent. gets that light in his eyes when you nudge him about his interests. it'll be hard to get him to admit it, but his favorite part of the week is huddling on the couch watching nature documentaries with you.

and it's a two-way street. he remembers everything about you. early on in your relationship you casually assume he'll never keep track of the important dates. that's the stereotype, right? you couldn't be more wrong. birthdays. anniversaries. doctor's appointments. your fucking dog's yearly vaccine. he won't necessarily go all-out, not until you're more of a long-term thing, but what he does is meaningful. sincere. you won't get $500 of flowers and chocolate for valentine's day, but he'll abduct you from work, drive you out far, far into the countryside. lay out a patchwork blanket and stare at the night sky. he brought your favorite brand of pita chips and sneakily worms a gift box in your hand. it's that stupid $15 thing that's been sitting in your online shopping cart for weeks that you could never justify buying. and yeah, he'd appreciate a blowjob under the stars, but seeing you happy is enough.

and you could never begin to imagine how loving and passionate he can get during sex. it's totally different than his usual flavor. casual hook-ups and one-night stands are merely a fraction of his power. he tends to avoid intimate gestures on those nights. no eye-contact. hardly any kissing. he likes it rough and he likes it fast. but with you? he takes his time. commits your body to muscle memory. his gaze is intense, and he watches every reaction, trying to map out your flesh like a cartographer. he'll happily make out with you for upwards of a couple hours before you even begin the real foreplay. and you always cum first. always.

oh, but if you're not a fan of PDA...he might be a problem. he's proud of you. you're the hottest thing on two legs as far as he's concerned. he'll have no issue grabbing your ass, wrapping a hand around your waist, kissing along your neck, whispering the most obscene things in your ear. it's not even to make a point. there's no rhyme or reason. he just wants to. and you're right there. and what right does the world have to tell him to stop? does it make people uncomfortable? who cares. he'll lay off if it really bugs you that much...but if he catches anyone staring at you too long he'll ramp it up. it's almost aggressive. you turn to scold him, noticing how his eyes aren't even on you. he's staring at someone else. someone who's looking at what's his.

he's a yes man, too. if you need restraint and careful guidance in your life...he's not the one. he'll support any weird, out of the blue hobby you want to pursue. if you even joke about quitting your job he'll egg you on. "i'll drive right up there and tell your boss i'll fuck his wife!" and you have to talk him down. he'll punch the sun for you. he'll be behind every impulsive purchase. every 4am trip to walmart. every instinct to feed your id. any "little treat" you want to have he'll get it. because you deserve the best. if you ever want to have a stable bank account you need the be the voice of reason. because it's not gonna be him.

yeah. he'll have a lot of problems. don't worry about that. but, at least with fuckboy!leon, you'll almost never have any doubts that he loves you. once you manage to pin his heart on his sleeve, it's there for life and it'll always be yours.

#fuckboy!leon #leon kennedy #resident evil #shut up glacier #suggestive #headcanons

[bandaidpennylane]

Who the hell does this raging lunatic think she is? Does she think she owns Pamela Courson? That she is the only one who has a right to post her? Get outta here! What is it about people writing books about Pam that makes them go fucking bonkers? First Patricia Butler. That one wrote Angels Dance Angels Die. Now we have this unhinged lunatic, who named her spider Pamela. Should we be so surprised? 🤦‍♀️

There's a reason why your Facebook page is a flop. 4 thousand followers after 15-20 years of "research." 🤭 You should have never abandoned your Tumblr page. 🤷‍♀️ It was a bit more successful with followers. But seriously lady, being an unhinged lunatic for 20 years doesn't help your reputation. How's that book going? Still can't get any publisher to publish it huh. 🤭 People don't like you Raeanne. This goes way back to the years on the Lizard Lounge where you attacked everyone. You were as crazy then as you are now. The only reason you have 4,000 Facebook followers is because people are interested in the photos you post. They don't follow you because they like you. In actuality, your followers despise you. Even the people who kiss your ass. If only you knew what they say behind your back.🤭 It shouldn't come to you as a surprise. You caused the divide and hatred. Your vitriol over the years has damaged Pamela's memory. You hold pictures hostage. You tag pictures you don't own. But you paid $900 for them! Of course you own them! That's not how it works and you know that's not how it works! You buy prints. Not the ownership of those photos! I could buy those same photos for $400-$900. The difference is I wouldn't tag them like you do because I'm not an asshole like you. The way you use to tag the Themis photos was gross. You absolute lunatic. Then you have a fit when people point out your behavior! 20 years! 20 fucking years Raeanne! Waaaah! I'm mad! You post my photos! Waaah you post ugly photoshops! Waaaah! I'm going to close my page! 🙄 Please do. Close it. Once and for all just close it. If it brings you peace of mind, just fucking close it. The way you rage about photoshopped photos of Pam but you posted a whole ass ridiculous set of AI images of her. 🤔 Guess what that makes you? A hypocrite with zero AI skills. 🤷‍♀️ I doubt you will close your page permanently. You love the ass kissing too much to quit it, even if it's coming from people who despise you. This is like the 10th time you quit. 🤭 But seriously lady, get some real help. Stop raging online and attacking other Pam fans. Do you know how pathetic you come across? 20 years of this vitriolic behavior. Close your page and self publish that stupid book of yours. Enough is enough!

A humorous and ironic update. Raeanne replied to a follower who basically called her out for her shitty AI Pam pictures. 😁🤌

It looks like Raeanne deleted some of Melissa's comments leaving just this one. I don't know who you are Melissa Owens but thank you. The hypocrisy and unhinged audacity coming from this bitch. Thank you!

It's been 48 hours and this bitch hasn't deleted her page. Of course she hasn't. 🥱

Yet another update! It gets more and more ridiculously entitled the more she speaks out. We are brats for posting photos of Pam!!! How dare other writers don't credit them!!!! They are ripping them off! How dare them!!! We are an epidemic of entitled brats!!! 😁🤭😄

Go fuck yourself Raeanne. You been eating out of your own ass for far too long. You have crossed every line of decency. Get help you crazy bitch! 🫣

#pamela courson #jim morrison #This bitch has had it coming for 20 years

[goldenrubygirl9]

Trying to figure out the exact species of the JATGP bugs (and also cool bug facts!)

(Warning: pictures of bugs)

I’m gonna start with ya boi:

Mr. Grasshopper:

First of all, I love him and I wanna be him

Grasshoppers are the only herbivores of the 6 bugs. Uh. Yeah.

Grasshoppers have camouflage! And they can fly just a little bit, but their strong hind legs do most of the work.

Since Mr. Grasshopper is green and British I’m going to infer that he is a Omocestus viridulus, AKA the common green grasshopper

Literally the same guy.

The common green grasshopper is from Britain, and, like the name suggests, common. Very common, in fact. I think they’re like the second most common grasshopper in Britain (most common one isn’t green)

Mrs. Ladybug!

She’s so sweet msmfjrjgjggjjgfjf

FIRST OF ALL, IN BRITAIN LADYBUGS ARE CALLED “LADYBIRDS”

WHICH IS STUPID BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT FUCKING BIRDS

In related news, ladybugs are actually a type of beetle. Sorry for ruining your life.

Ladybugs eat aphids and scale insects (little tiny insects idk) and also pollen and nectar. Not peaches though.

Anyways considering the fact that she is red and has black spots, I’m gonna say she’s probably a Coccinella septempunctata AKA the Seven-Spotted Ladybug. They are just THE ladybugs of all time.

Very cool. Also easy asf. These ladybugs can play dead when threatened and also they are real pretty.

Mr. Centipede:

Silly billy he’s always been my favourite especially in the book he has a goofy little smile

Centipedes are venomous and carnivores. They eat anything they can overpower with their venom. Centipedes are nocturnal, because they dry out VERY easily in the daytime. They usually either don’t have eyes or have shit eyesight. They also have no ears. They “hear” by sensing vibrations in the ground.

This one was a little bit difficult because centipedes don’t vary all that much, but I’m thinking Lithobius forficatus, AKA the garden/brown/stone centipede.

They have many names. They are also very common, especially in North America and the UK. Garden centipedes are born with 7 pairs of legs, and grow legs throughout their life, maxing out at 15 pairs of legs (they always have an odd number of leg pairs) They live under rocks, and if someone lifts those rocks, these centipedes are in luck, because they’re also very good at running. I THINK they have eyes, but if they do, their eyes can only discern light from dark.

Stone centipedes mostly eat flies, springtails, and, uh. Earthworms. But us JATGP Musical fans knew that

Mrs. Spider:

Y’all know spiders I will not explain them. Also I’m scared of spiders so I will NOT show many pictures of them *shudder*

Mrs. Spider could be literally any spider in France. The only spider that’s black with white stripes like this is a zebra spider (Salticus scenicus) and they don’t actually look like her that much. But they’re cute as fuck❤️

I wish I could show you a picture but mobile Tumblr has a maximum of 10 photos per post, but they’re really cute and fluffy.

Anyways, I feel like she’s more likely to be a Steatoda grossa, AKA Cupboard Spider, but they look more scary so I’m not gonna show photos.

But only the males are black and white.

Fuck uhh

Okayy she’s possibly an Araneus nordmanni, AKA Nordmann’s Orbweaver. They’re really scary and I wanna cry but I’ll try to describe them. Black with brown legs, weird white pattern, giant ass. These spiders do exist in France, but they are very rare. (Not just in France, but in general.) They are VERY GOOD at climbing and tend to build webs high on trees (like in a dead peach tree. Maybe with their mate.) They eat insects like gnats, flies, and wasps. Good for them. I’m still terrified.

Also female Araneus nordmanni are apparently the dominant party in the relationship so…

…yeah she’s definitely a Nordman’s Weaver.

Mr. Earthworm:

OH THANK GOD I CAN STOP LOOKING AT SPIDERS AND LOOK AT THESE CUTIE PIE WORMS!!!!

Earthworms are boneless, muscleless, eyeless silly billies. They’re also hermaphrodites (male AND female at the same time) and they can regenerate parts of their bodies (not always so please don’t go around cutting worms in half) They eat fruit, fungi, and anything decaying.

So, I don’t remember the whole movie or the book, but in the musical, Earthworm speaks Spanish sometimes, and his song is vaguely Latin-esque (our director gave him a mariachi jacket for Plump & Juicy. It might not actually be Latin-esque that’s just what I’ve been told if it isn’t then oopsies) so I always thought he was from like Central America, maybe Mexico?

How did a worm get from Mexico to Britain? Guess what: Most earthworms in Mexico are invasive and from other places! Which means it could happen the other way around, but also it means that doesn’t narrow down what species of worm Earthworm is! Fuck!

He’s probably supposed to be a Lumbricus terrestris (The common European Earthworm.)

They are the most common worms. Everywhere. But other than species and location, nothing connects this earthworm to THE Earthworm.

So I propose a much funnier idea: That he is some species of Amynthas.

There isn’t enough info about the Amynthas for me to figure out exactly which species of Amynthas he probably is, but look it has a smooth white clitellum like Earthworm!!

So there are 3 reasons why I feel like Earthworm is an Amynthas. 1. Appearance. 2. They are part of the family Megascolecidae, which are the largest family of earthworms (They do say he is a big worm, although that’s probably because he’s literally human-sized)

And 3. These worms are also called Jumping worms. Because they. Uh.

They jump. When they are scared. It’s REALLY funny.

Most Amynthas are from Asia, but somehow a bunch ended up in Mexico. And now I guess one ended up in Britain. And then New York. Invasive species behaviour. (Actually a lot of the JATGP insects are invasive)

Take your pick of worm!

(Also Glowworm is a Lampyris noctiluca, AKA common glow-worm. If you even care. Nobody cares abt Glowworm. How dare you. And James is probably a human boy.)

And that is all thanks guys heart emoji

#james and the giant peach musical #james and the giant peach #insects #cool insects #grasshopper #ladybugs #centipedes #spiders #worms #glowworms #beetles

[queen-mabs-revenge]

Why Peter Parker Was Not 15 When He Was Bit: A Treatise

This was originally a twitter thread but in an effort to save the one thing I actually care about having posted there from whatever the fuck is going on, here we go!

While early on there aren't any outright 100% indisputable references to Peter's age (i.e. himself or Aunt May just saying it outright on the page), from the very beginning of publishing, there have been enough references that give a firm grounding to Peter being a senior in high school throughout the first 28 issues of Amazing Spider-Man.

ASM 8 (Jan 1964)

Right off the bat in Amazing Spider-Man 8 (a tribute to teenagers xoxo you will always be famous) we get our first definitive mention that Peter and his classmates are in their senior year of high-school at the very least from this point on in the narrative.

ASM 14 (Jul 1964); ASM Annual 1 (Oct 1964)

Peter himself states this 6 issues later trying to wheedle Aunt May into letting him go to Hollywood on assignment from JJJ to cover Spider-Man's cinematic debut in a film role offered to him by the Green Goblin (in his first comic appearance. When I say I love the Silver Age.) ASM Annual 1 confirms that the gang is in their senior year yet again.

This is already stupid long so the rest goes behind the cut!

This isn't something that's just dropped in the Silver Age and then forgotten. 26 years after those first mentions, Web of Spider-Man Annual 4 makes a call back to Amazing Spider-Man 3 and places that moment in Peter's senior year of high-school:

Left: WOS Annual 4 (Oct 1988); Right: ASM 3 (Jul 1963)

While on tour to promote the Bugle-produced book of his Spider-Man photography, WEBS, Peter states on a TV interview that a photo of his first encounter with Doc Ock was taken while he was a senior in high school.

"But Mabs," I hear you say, "so what if he's in his senior year in ASM! Even if that's true, that doesn't mean he was in his senior year in Amazing Fantasy 15, and that still doesn't establish an age! He's a super mega genius so like....he probably skipped grades, prodigy that he is! And there was a time gap btw AF15 and ASM1, right?"

Alright let's go through this. As mentioned earlier, yeah, references to Pete's age are very few and far between and are a bit wobbly but let's put them together. The first age ref we get is in ASM 16:

ASM 16 (Sep 1964)

Here our favorite public defender is "rescued" from a mugging by the webslinger. After Peter fucks off, Matt gives us the above rundown of Spidey's characteristics: about 17, 5'10" and in excellent health. So "about 17" which, granted, doesn't have to mean exactly 17 but since we've established that at this point Peter is def in senior year, based on NYS age matriculation dates, Matt's probably spot on.

New York State matriculates students based on the age they are on December 1st of a school year. A 1976 edition of school regulations lays out the process: "[a] child who attains the age of 5 by December 1 of the current school year must be admitted to the kindergarten if a district operates such a program". So this means that within the same kindergarten class, kids born from the beginning of the school year to November 30th would be turning 5, while kids born from December 1 through the end of the school year would turn 6 during the school year, and kids born over the summer would also turn 6 but wouldn't celebrate during the school year.

Following that, Sept through Nov babies would be 16-going-on-17 in the beginning of their senior year, Dec - June would be 17-going-on-18 during senior year, June - Aug would turn 18 after graduation.

Peter being 17 or 18 during the high-school run of ASM just makes sense and there's nothing in the writing up until this point to push against that! In fact, when you first start seeing the de-aging of Peter creep in, AF15 literally had to be changed to make a younger age fit!

AF 15 (Aug 1962)

ASM Annual 23 (Sep 1989)

The very first time we see 15 floated as an age when Peter becomes Spider-Man is in the Amazing Spider-Man annual 23 of 1989. The annual is trying to present itself as Peter scientifically studying his own origin story, so the direct parallels to AF15 make it really clear when it's retconning the original to make sense with the younger age.

The panel where ASMAnn23 states Peter is 15 is otherwise a near word-for-word quote of AF15. Then later, the cognate panel of Peter in science class changes AF15's "you're sure to rate a scholarship when you graduate" to "in a couple of years when you graduate, you're sure to rate a scholarship." (Gerry Conway back at it again). This is the first time there's ever a hint at his story not being centered around his senior year, and that was made explicit in this issue by changing the original dialogue in order to justify stating he was a 15 year old in this recollection of AF15!

This is also an argument against the 'skipped grades' premise. Conway could have easily just left the text of AF15 as it was which would hint that Peter was obviously very young for being a senior in high school, but instead he tried to push AF15 back in time to fit a usual high-school timeline for a 15 year old (who would be at the earliest a December baby in their freshman year and the latest a Sept-Nov baby in sophomore year, and would be 'a couple of years' away from graduating).

Plus, fr if you're gonna argue that he skipped grades, it's on you to prove that. There are literally zero references to that throughout 616 continuity so like, why tf should it be taken as given? Please.

Anyway. And so are sown the seeds for torturing the already stretched timeline to make Peter an uwu baby infant. They didn't take right away. References to age go away after this and only resurface in 1994 (as far as I could see), where we see him aged back up:

ASM 395 (Nov 1994)

'I can't believe I was only sixteen when that spider bit me' actually makes sense with all of ASM being established as fully in Peter's senior year, Matt gauging him at 'about 17' in ASM 14, the age matriculation cut off for NYS schools, and the timeframe established between AF15 and ASM Annual 1 from 1964:

ASM Annual 1 (Oct 1964)

ASM Annual 1 (which I mentioned earlier as yet another point establishing Peter as being in his senior year) also has this little timestamp. Peter is watching Aunt May mourn for Uncle Ben and mentions that Ben's death was 'months ago'. Granted, that's in no way specific but I feel like it establishes at least a rough timeframe for the intended time gap between AF15 and ASM -- and it's not years.

And to be honest, there's really only one space in the narrative that allows for a time gap at all (Stan is really attached to his 'a few minutes later!' 'later that day!' pacing let me tell you!)

AF 15 (Aug 1962) page 9, panel 1

While the narration box says 'In the days that follow' it seems like we can take that colloquially considering the stream of newspaper headlines. For all of that to take place, I feel like it's not a massive stretch to allow this panel at the very least a month or so, which gives a bit of breathing room between when Peter lets the burglar run away and when Uncle Ben is murdered. (Which if you think about it a delayed dropping of the other shoe actually makes it worse! So how about that!). But between this and ASMAnn1, I don't think you can argue for years taking place in this gap which would have to be the case for a 15-year-old bite timeframe.

So if Peter's bit his senior year, for him to be 16 when he's bit he has to be born between the beginning of the school year and November 30th (because school has to be in session when he's bit). Which fits with the official New York City 2012 declaration of his birthday being October 14:

If he's 16 when bit in his junior year (again, school has to be in sesh), you've got to decide when from December of his junior year to the end of the school year makes sense for him to be bit with the rest of the time markers and how long you're gonna give to the time skip in AF15 for it all to qualify as just 'months' up to ASMAnn1. Which definitely can be done, especially if you AF15 pages 1-8 near the end of his jr year, put the time skip over the summer between junior and senior year, and rest of pages 9-11 in his senior year. In some ways this option makes a bit more sense, to be honest!

The way I personally like to square it is to go with all of AF15 and ASM1-28 happening in Peter's senior year (which he reaches without skipping grades) interpreting the 'when you graduate' in the AF15 panel referring to the same school year. If he's 16, the bite happens sometime before his birthday which has to be before Nov. 30th and, sure, why not Oct 14 -- it fits. A month or so passes between when he gets bit and starts his show-biz stint, and when Ben gets murdered. That means the last 3 pages of AF15 (bar the first panel on pg 9) to ASM28 spans from some time in December of his senior year to the end of the school year.

(If you don't care if he was 16 or 17 when he was bit, AF15 - ASM28 can take place any time from the second half-ish of his junior year to the end of his senior year, you can decide how many 'months' the time skip is in AF15, pick his birthday out of a hat, and Matt's "about 17" could mean 18, too. Have a ball.)

But in any case whichever way you choose to spin it, this shit is dumb and wrong:

Civil War 2 (Aug 2006)

and especially deserves to be memory holed for the ridiculous de-aging of Peter Parker that has subsequently been pushed into popular memory and continues throughout current Marvel 'brand synergy'. Sad and bad!

#proportionate thoughts of a spider #spider-man #peter parker #this is so unnecessarily long lmao i probably should have just left it on twitter tbh #then i'm forcibly shut the fuck up #and like say what you want about jjj but man's not sending a 15 year old out to do crime scene photography #like i just don't think he's *that* unhinged #anyway i'm sure someone will find a logical flaw here but consider this #no you didn't #descriptions in alt text #yes all of them

[leclerced]

a lot of people say that oscar would nickname his girlfriend “roo” but like, that’s so generic. if she was the epitome of sunshine and all golden retriever, he’d so nickname her “quokka” which are those small furry aussie animals that smile in every photo. it’s kinda ugly but also really affectionate and means something unlike roo

any good, real nickname fits the person. i was never supposed to have a nickname actually. i was supposed to be caitlin. but my sibling (nonbinary) didn’t want a baby sister so my mom told them they could call me caity so they would feel special about having their own nickname and like me. then three year old them went around introducing me as caity and my dad started calling my caity bug n then everyone picked up on those two nicknames for me.

oscar would come up with something rhymy with her name, something funny that happened, or related to something she loved, or even hated to be ironic bc hes funny. like maybe their first date, he picks her up from her apartment and she begs him to come inside and kill a spider for her so he calls her spidey. or she tries cooking dinner but he distracts her with kisses and it burns, she really talked up how it was her favorite meal and what she could cook better than anything else, so after it burns he calls her chef to tease her, like she asks for something and he says, yes, chef when he does whatever she wants.

i think roo would be cute if she jumped into his arms all the time or on his back, he could joke that she’s his lil kangaroo baby who he carries around all the time. his instagram feed is full of her hanging off his shoulders and mclaren has sm reels posted of her jumping on his back with no warning.

quokka is so cute i think n they would both love it bc its cute and them thinking so is all that matters. maybe they see them at the zoo or on a documentary and he jokes, “you kinda look like one of them when you smile! my own little quokka.” and she pretends to be offended and swat his hands away when he pulls her closer, and demand an apology from him. he apologizes with kisses, but then says, “i love you, my quokka.” when he pulls away and she knows he’s never gonna stop calling her it.

i think i get it from my dad but he used to mess w all our names growing up and make rhymes w them like lando for example could be lanny bobanny. i think its fun and like every now and again u slip it in and catch them off guard and u both laugh ab it. just stupid nicknames you don’t use often but when you’re feelin silly

#ask #anon #op81

[mavigator]

hello my comic book friend,

what is your beef with daredevil about? whatever reason i am sure it's justified. i would just like to hate him too if at all possible.

may he suffer,

angel

hello angel,

i too hope matt murdock, AKA daredevil, suffers; however, i need to clarify: i am actually quite a big fan of daredevil comics. matt murdock is one of my favorite comic book characters of all time. the reason i posted a photo of him captioned "booo. booooo" is because that was a screenshot of Father Matt Murdock, a recent development in comic books in which matt murdock is a catholic priest for some reason. i think it's stupid and i miss when he was a lawyer. i thought i had escaped it, as i was reading the new ultimate spider-man, which is set in a different universe than the main marvel comics, but Father Murdock was there.

one thousand years of suffering upon him,

maverick

[ediblesunflowerlover]

You can't just give up (Part 2: I wanna protect you)

a/n: I have been typing up a storm, I'm just trying to space out my posts but I have part 3 ready and working on part 4. I usually lose motivation by now so I'm patting myself on the back. I know to some people it's not a lot but I truly appreciate the likes and love I got from my last post, it's keeping me motivated. Thank you so so so much!

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x spider!fem (our fav 🤩)

Notes: Love constructive criticism, always looking to improve but don't be mean. I guess you can consider this angst-y

word count: 1750, I really try to make these numbers even lol

Okay, I'm done talking, Enjoy :D

Sometimes I get trapped in my thoughts, it always sucks when I need someone to pull me out at times. I sit on my couch, in *our* apartment, looking at Noah’s photo from the day he became Captain. “Noah…what I’d give to see you one last time”. I had asked Miguel for a day off to attend Noah’s funeral, he allowed it and even offered to come with me. I told him I’d be fine and he could continue his important work. The truth was I did want him to come, I wanted to hold his hand because I wasn’t strong enough to see my brother being buried by myself. I need him, especially now. He was always gentle when talking to me and considerate of my feelings. Some part of me hated it because it made me feel like a child but another part loved it because it made me feel cared for, it was how Noah talked to me, gently and sweetly. 

*Knock Knock*

I snapped back into reality, placed Noah’s picture on the coffee table in front of me and made my way over to the door. I opened it and it was just my elderly neighbor Miss Kate, for some reason a small part of me had hoped it was Miguel but that would never happen. He may care but probably not to that extent and plus he had more important things that needed his undivided attention, I chuckle to myself at my own stupidity and naivety. I smile “Good Evening, how can I help you Miss Kate”, “Oh nothing deary, your little boyfriend just got your door number wrong I was just leading him over here” that’s when Miguel stepped behind Miss Kate wearing sweatpants and a hoodie that said Carpe Diem. Definitely not like him at all. “Thank you again” he said to Miss Kate with a smile but being sure not to expose his fangs. “Of course, and y/n I am so sorry to hear about your brother, such an amazing and brilliant young man”, I look down for a second and look back up trying to smile “He really was”, “You two have a good night now”, and she enters her apartment as I motion for Miguel to enter. “Look, I was just-”, I hugged him tight. I'm sure it didn’t seem that way to him but I was so close to breaking down. “It was so hard…being there”, he wrapped his arms around me “I know” he said softly. I quickly pushed away and tried to pull myself together, wiping away any tears and tucking my hair behind my ears “Sorry, um personal space, I shouldn’t have done that” I say trying to smile once again “Um do you want a glass of water or anything?” “No, I’m fine”, “Oh okay, uh come sit” as I led him towards the couch and quickly took the picture I was looking at and hung it back on the wall. After straightening it back up I sat next to Miguel and looked at him for a few seconds before asking “What brings you to Earth-62?” “I was…worried about you”, my eyes widened. I was dumbfounded when I heard that, Miguel wouldn’t even look at me when he said that I could hear his heartbeat like crazy. He planted his face in his hands and sighs “You can hear my heart rate can’t you”, “I can hear it even when it’s not beating out of your chest” I giggle. “I just don’t want you to hurt yourself or get hurt and knowing I could’ve been there to help or protect you in some way”, I couldn’t think of a response, “I hate admitting this but I think I like you”, “Oh!” Now my heart is beating out of my chest, “This was such a stupid idea, I’m never listening to Lyla again” he gets up to leave but I grab his arm sitting him back down “It wasn’t stupid” I say looking him in his eyes. His eyes were one of my favorite features about him, they were unique and like none other that I had seen before. I smile at him and hug him, “So you hate admitting that you like me, what part of me are you so repulsed by exactly?” “Maybe the fact you can’t take anything seriously”, he says, still hugging me “Hmmm, no you love that about me” I chuckle. This was one of the times I wish I could smell, I’m sure Miguel smells lovely, maybe like flowers…everyone loves the scent of flowers don’t they? And if flowers smell good then that’s probably what Miguel smells like. Now that I think about it, what do I smell like? Stop thinking so hard…just enjoy this moment, no getting lost in thought. At least I can feel the warmth he gives off, being in Miguel’s arms felt like how coming home is supposed to feel like. I hug tighter “Please… please don’t leave me” I start to cry, “I can’t take it if you go too.” He pulls me off to look at me, I can’t even look at him, I’m a mess with pent up tears and stress just streaming down my face. Miguel cups my face to look at him “I’m not going anywhere, I’m here to stay okay?” he says wiping away my tears with his thumbs “Please don’t cry”. I nodded my head and sighed at the calming reassurance he gave me, I sat up on my knees to be at level with Miguel and placed my hands on his shoulders and slowly leaned in. As I do I can feel his hand on the side of my face, then I start to feel weird, alarmed, Spider sense! Danger is near but where? 

“What’s wrong?”

“Spider Sense…”

*Knock Knock* *Knock Knock* *Knock*

We both turn out head to the door, that’s how Liam knocks on our door. I walk over to the door hesitantly, is it Liam that poses a threat. No way, the dude is scrawny and a massive nerd. “Who is it?” “Oh! You’re actually home today, it’s Liam. Couldn’t you tell by the knock or have you erased me from your memory”, I hear him laugh. Miguel was positioned next to the door just out of sight but definitely within reach if needed, I took a deep breath and opened the door. My head is throbbing now, I peek out into the hallway looking left and right, nothing. This overwhelming sense…has to be coming from Liam.

“You okay?” he asks in a worried tone 

“Uh yeah, what’s up?” I say trying to appear as calm as possible 

“I was just checking in on you, you haven’t been answering your door or your phone lately and I was just getting worried, how are you?”

“ Sorry about that, my phone…broke and I’ve been working a lot. I’m okay though, you know just going through the motions as best as I can”, that’s believable right?

“Well I’m here if you ever need me”

“Thank you for the kind offer but I’ll be fine” I smile at him, silently studying him, I listen to his heartbeat which only gets faster by the second

“...” he looked as if he was hesitating, contemplating almost, but about what?

“Are you okay” I utter still attempting to keep my composer 

“Look, I’m sorry…” he says as he reaches behind him

I gasp and Miguel quickly steps into sight and holds my shoulder as a comfort, “who’s this?” he questions. Liam lowers his hand back down to his side, it’s gone. I feel a weight lifted off my shoulders, I can still see that Miguel is still tense. 

“This is Liam, Liam this is-”  

“Her boyfriend, I’m Miguel” he cuts me off and reaches out to shake his hand 

Liam shakes his hand “...Nice to meet you Miguel” he chuckled nervously 

“What was it you were about to say?”

“Oh yeah, um sorry to bother you but I really need some sugar, I’m trying out this new recipe and didn’t account for how much sugar was needed and ran out”

“Yeah I gotcha, one second” I walked away to go to my cabinet and grabbed what was about half a pound of the sugar, I could see Miguel glaring at Liam as I walk over and hand it to him 

“Thank you” he smiles at me

“No problem, and you can keep it too we need to go to the grocery store anyway”

“Nice seeing you again…and meeting you”

“You too, have a good rest of your night Liam”

He walked away without saying another word, I closed the door and fell to my knees. I started hyperventilating, Miguel kneeled down to comfort me. Why Liam? He was supposed to be my friend, we even hung out from time to time. What was behind his back? A knife, taser, A GUN?! What was his plan…why Liam why, kept going through my head but there was probably no good answer to come from it. I lay down in Miguel’s arms and he sat down with his back against the door, “It’s okay” he told me while he combed his hands through my hair, “I’m here y/n, I’m here.” I’m just glad he was here, who knows what would’ve happened if he wasn’t. At least an hour had passed and we were still in the same position, sitting in silence. I had calmed down after a while, and went radio silent. I didn’t…couldn’t say a word, I mean I could barely think.

“Miguel?”

“Hmm?”

“What do I smell like?”

“Well, I’d have say you smell like vanilla most of the time”

“Is that a good scent to have?”

“It’s a wonderful scent to have” he reassures me

I smile, those words echo throughout my mind as a few more silent moments pass

“Can…you stay the rest of the night?”

“I didn’t have any plans on leaving you alone”

I get up and guide him to my room holding his hand, I get in bed and Miguel follows suit after taking off his hoodie to show just a plain black skin tight shirt. We face each other, looking one another in the eyes. I curl up into his chest and hug him, he hugs me back, I feel safe. He’s the one person I can truly let my guard down with. “Thank you” I tell him, “I’m just glad I was here”, “Me too.”

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x you

[dreadsuitsamus]

do u have any modern jiraiya hcs (sfw or not)?

he is largely like his canon counterpart tbh but i do have a few ideas for a modern version of him

Modern!Jiraiya Headcanons

big tinder user when he's single

started as a fanfic smut writer and was so good at it that he turned into a legit author (50 shades but better)

gifts custom lingerie to his flames, but only the relatively long-term ones

has a secret unreleased series of adventure novels entirely unrelated to icha icha, and only releases them under a pseudonym once you've discovered them

he likes burger king

he was a frat boy in his college days. he can still do a keg stand even in his fifties. in fact, he beats his record

he's traveled through most of the world, and has a collection of various novelties and antiques from the places he's been. when he leads you into that collection room and starts telling you the backstory of something, you know you're getting dicked down

listens to jazz or classic rock mostly. he does like cardi b tho

does not understand video games one bit, and thinks it's stupid to buy already ripped jeans

is a classically trained pianist

speaks a few languages fluently, but knows enough bits and pieces of several others well enough to get him around if he's in a pinch

works out often, maintaining the ripped body he's had since college

has a small tattoo of a toad on his calf. doesn't remember getting it

teaches a college course that's difficult to get into due to so many students wanting to take the class, and his availability is limited majority of the year as he travels

he takes a liking to a young student named minato, and they remain close long after minato's graduation

he's even the godfather of minato's son, and he'll deny it if you point out that he treats naruto like a grandson. won't stop him from immediately spoiling the boy with presents and treats every time he sees him

is often lonely, though not alone

still keeps in touch with his childhood best friends, and they get together at least once a year for old time's sake

his facebook profile picture is of himself and naruto. he'll post every few months with a random photo, and then go back to being inactive for a while

he started his boomer behavior the very day he turned 30

put his hoe era behind him when he met you

is banned from a beach out in france, won't say why but always get that same pervy smile on his face when asked about it

big guy. big muscles. big ego. scared of spiders

unfairly good at scrabble

cheats in tic-tac-toe (don't ask how)

hates the word undies

definitely likes keeping a pair of yours in his pocket all the time tho

big guy. big muscles. big heart. gave it to you years ago. hasn't regretted it once

#jiraiya x you #jiraiya x reader #jiraiya #asks #anon #headcanons

[spadoodler]

It still needs to be weathered but the new helmet is looking nice

#mandalorian #mandalorian cosplay #spider posts stupid photos

[asterthought]

I haven't posted Parksborn stuff in a while, so here's a little thingamabob I wrote. It's from the same AU as this one I posted before!

This whole AU was supposed to be a comic, but here we are, writing snippets. Photo of my ugly and very rough sketches of it to catch your attention <3

The lab was a complete mess the moment Peter walked in. Papers on the floor, test tubes crashed on top of them, chemicals strewn about in a way that would surely have to be shut down for safety. In the middle of it all, his fiancé, Harold Theopolis Osborn. He was leaning on his desk, pulling his hair in frustration.

"Harry?"

Obviously his beloved was refusing to look at him, there was no way he hadn't picked up on his presence. The crutches were making too much noise for Harry not to notice.

"Theo, what's wrong?" Peter decided to call him by the other nickname he had for him, hoping he'd turn around.

"Nothing's working!" Harry exploded in response. His voice shook and Peter could tell he'd been crying.

"Are you still at it? I told you..."

The sound of another test tube shattering on the floor interrupted him.

"I don't care what you said! I have to do this, Pete! I HAVE TO SAVE YOU!"

Peter felt the anger growing in his own chest, he dropped the crutches and though he staggered, he walked towards Harry and pointed his finger in his face.

"I TOLD YOU TO STOP THIS DAMN MADNESS!"

It was then that he got a good look at what Harry had on his desk. All the research, data and analysis.

"Spiders? Are you serious? Cross-species genetics?!"

"THAT WAS THE MOST VIABLE OPTION!" Harry fought back, watching out of the corner of his eye as Peter had to lean against the piece of furniture to keep himself upright.

This was what Harry wanted to avoid, that Peter's illness would reach such a point, that it would weaken him as much as he was now.

"Here, let me help you. Come on."

"If that's how you're going to get away from this stupid experiment..." Peter stretched out his arm to lean on Harry, who almost knocked him over with the snort he let out.

"Forgive me for wanting to save your life, Parker."

Peter decided to take it with humor and smiled.

"Forgiven, future Parker."

#parksborn #msm 2017 #msm2017 #harry osborn #peter parker #my writing #kallmefren #fanfiction #spider-man au #Spider-Man: Like a fly in a web AU #<- that's the name of this thing now #marvel’s spider man #marvel's spiderman 2017 #my art #<- but not really

[siringadev]

My thoughts about secret relationships in Hollywood. I read a report from FFH staff who said that during filming, Tom and Jake were together all the time and went into private together (it was said that they had sex), and also that they lived in the same hotel room, both during production and during press tour. All this was then carefully hidden and silenced by homophobic Sony and Disney, and PR with fake gf was invented, and then Tomdaya stuff appeared. On Blind Item they write that both Tom and Jake are hiding and their "beards" are needed to hide their real relationship with each other. Also, Tom and Jake have been together for five years now. There is a lot of evidence, but I won't post it - I respect their privacy. Believe it or not, I decided to drop a hint about this for those who are looking for the truth and still love their love. Part of me wants to talk more about it, but the other part says to keep quiet. I'm sad about all this lying, hiding, manipulation, PR, homophobia. I'm desperate about what's happening. I'm angry at the system, at company, at their managers, and partly at the actors themselves, although they are victims of the situation, but they are also responsible for lying. They have the right to keep their real relationship a secret, given homophobia, but lying about a relationship with a girlfriends and doing entire staged photo shoots, fake performances and interviews where they lie is wrong and not good. This is a game on people's feelings. But society is also to blame for forcing actors to do this.

You see when Tom is with Jake, he smiled truly, happily, from the bottom of his heart. And not now, miserable, forced smiles during PR with Z. Yes, Tomdaya is a fake relationship. The contract with Sony forces him. Sony and Disney are homophobic and hypocrites, they fired Andrew Garfield for just saying "Spiderman can have a boyfriend, he may be bi or gay" and then they demanded an apology from him, he refused and told them "You just want to sell more tickets to homophobes and bigots?" That's why PR is needed. Every Spider-Man actor "has to date MJ in real life" to sell their product. But society, which is homophobic, stupid, ignorant is to blame for this. Most of Tom's fans now, will they still love Tom when they find out he's not hetero? That Tomdaya is a subtle marketing ploy? Hardly. And that's why Hollywood is still has closeted actors. Despite all the rights, society has not changed its deep-seated attitude towards gay men. Especially for celebrities. Read what Kate Winslet said about this, as well as a new interview with Richard Armitage, who only came out publicly now, at age 50, and who said he pretended to be straight so as not to ruin his career. Actor Colton Haynes said that after he came out, he stopped getting offers for big roles, and when he went to auditions, he was turned down.

"I came out of the closet in an interview with Entertainment Weekly in 2016. I hoped it would set me free, and in some ways it did." Unfortunately though, Haynes believes that his coming out made it more difficult for him to get parts, saying that "the work mostly dried up" compared to when he was closeted. Colton Haynes Stopped Getting Roles After Coming Out as Gay

You may say that I can't talk about actors' sexuality and private relationships until they reveal it themselves. But Tom and Jake opened up at first, they told the truth, they confessed their love a hundred times, said that they would get married, called each other husbands.

And what then? People called it a joke, bromance, fanservice (which is nonsense, gay fanservice exists in Asia, but not in Hollywood, and Sony/Disney certainly won't allow it). But I don't care what people say. I'm tired. I see how the privacy of actors is destroyed every day, for many years, "officially" and in the media, how all the details of their “personal hetero-life” (fabricated) are discussed from all sides by a press and fans. Look at Tomdaya and Jake's "gfs" stuff. This is disgusting. And no one condemns this, right? Why can't I tell the truth about gay relationships? I think we need to discuss, we need to share, but sensibly, intelligently, with understanding and empathy. This is the only way we can change something for the better. Sitting in the closet and lying, we do not improve. By doing this, we only deepen prejudices and perpetuate stigmas, making same-sex love something taboo and forbidden. Lies bring money and fame, but the truth sets you free.

#gay #love is love #writing #gyllenholland #article #homophobia #PR

[pinkpastelcalesti]

0.5 PHOTOS || Todoroki Shouto x Reader

SUMMARY -> You discover the power of .5 photos, and your boyfriend is no longer immune to the absolute atrocity of these pictures. In which, you decide to take photos of your boyfriend for blackmail fun to show your friends on his birthday.

CONTENT/WARNINGS -> Fem reader, clueless Sho, crack fic.

AUTHOR NOTES -> I’m typing this on my phone because I had the greatest idea of all time and I cannot let it go to waste LMFAO, if you don’t know what 0.5 photos look like, feel free to search “.5 selfies” on Google! These are my favorite types of photos and are absolute chaos <3 forgive me if some of the story is gibberish, I just need to get this post out of my system bc I love the idea of heinous .5 selfies that include Shouto and his perpetual “quarter life crisis” face

Shouto really shouldn’t have trusted you for pictures after the first time it happened.

With the new iPhones, Apple had decided to include 0.5, which allowed expandable, wide range photos that looked immaculate when used correctly. The only issue? People quickly found out this lens size made foreheads, noses, and god knows what else within its lens massively disproportionate and warped.

Some people found the photos to be stupid, but anyone with a sense of humor knew these photos were prime meme material, especially in a group of friends and loved ones when you wanted the most outrageous photos of them for future birthday posts.

At least that’s what your mind went to first when you found out the power you held with this new discovery. Especially with your deadpan, coolheaded pro-hero boyfriend that the public had a hard time accepting knew anything beyond sparse vine references. He wasn’t that well versed in current social media trends, but Shouto was far from out of the loop. He was kept up to date with trends mostly by his friends, including you, who would send him a god awful amount of tiktoks through iMessage since he didn’t have a tiktok account himself.

You almost felt bad, taking these photos without him really knowing the absolute power they held. The first time you did it was a time you wish you had on video so you could remember it moment-by-moment forever.

You were both out doing some holiday shopping for Halloween, picking up candies, decorations, and even some costume props when the idea popped in your head after Shouto had decided to try on a pumpkin-themed beret that was on the sale rack. Turning to him, you smiled sweetly, looking as innocent as possible as you reveled in the adorableness of your boyfriend before taking what would be the first of many, and I mean many, .5 photos. “You look so cute in that beret, Sho! Could I get a picture?” You asked him as he was peering into a little compact spider mirror to adjust the hat on his head. “Sure, I don’t mind,” he murmured softly. You positioned the camera as least-suspicious as possible, quickly grabbing two or three .5 photos before taking a normal looking one so that he could look at it. You beamed up at him after you took the photos, kissing his cheek and laughing softly as he made no apparent move to take the beret off just yet.

“May I see?” He glanced over your shoulder, a hand lazily wrapped around your waist as you presented the normal photo to him. “I’m beginning to think my fans were wrong when they said I could ‘slay’ just about anything that I wore,” Shouto remarked with a smirk. You nudged him gently, “You slay absolutely every piece of clothing baby.”

He held a soft gaze towards you as you placed the pumpkin beret in the cart, claiming it was a necessity and making your way around the store, eventually getting all you needed.

The next time it happened, Shouto began to wonder why you cackled after getting so many strange photos of him even though the photos you took seemed normal to him. You were both out enjoying the annual Halloween party that Mina and Kaminari were in charge of every year, always finding a way to have the most chaotic decorations and yet somehow making the parties unforgettable when it came to letting loose and having fun.

You were dressed as watergirl, with a light, silky blue dress on and a pair of white fishnet leggings that had blue crystals on them, paired with your “going out” shoes. Your makeup also matched the light blue/water theme perfectly, and Shouto was dressed as fireboy, dawning a pair of red slacks, black dress shoes, and a silky red button up shirt that perfectly complimented him.

His hair was also fully red, with you having put some temporary hair color gel on his white hair to make the look seamless. You were both standing on one side of a beer pong table, going against Ochako and Izuku as the party lights provided a shitty but doable amount of lighting so that you could see the cups slightly. After Shouto threw in your winning shot, cheers and hollers erupted from the crowd watching you guys as you wrapped your hands around Shouto’s neck and pulling him down for a kiss attack, leaving gloss marks along his face as he laughed slightly at your tipsy state.

Gasping suddenly, you took two of the beer pong cups and placed them in his hands, instructing Shouto to pose for a winner’s picture. Your giggles soon turned to full blown laughter as you couldn’t hide the disproportionate .5 photo you’d gotten, with your boyfriend’s forehead taking up almost half the screen, his eyes slightly looking two different directions with his signature polite-cat smile he did for photos.

You quickly took a normal photo to hide your building treasure trove of photos. Shouto looked at the photo after you took it, chuckling at the way the flash on your camera picked up the slight color difference of red hues in his hair from his natural color on his left side and the temporarily dyed right side.

You continued to snap photos of him over the next couple months, including thanksgiving where Shouto was devouring the fuck out of some American-made pecan pie that you’d had specially ordered for the occasion, crumbs evident on the corners of his mouth making him look like when a dog gets caught eating something they shouldn’t be and then bolting all around the house to get away from you.

Your favorite .5 photos had to be during Christmas when Kirishima had somehow convinced Izuku and Shouto to dress as elves for the annual hero Christmas party, and the photos contained Shouto looking miserable but coping in the janky-looking stockings and t shirt, with the elf hat and ears being hastily placed on his head.

He was glancing up at the camera with a deadpan “what was the reason” look, his hair going in different directions, his eyes borderline bugging out of his head, and his hands coming up by his chest to give a thumbs up. You wanted to scream laugh after taking the photos but managed to pull yourself together. There was a reason for these photos being taken, after all.

Your most recent photo before Shouto discovered your secret stash of .5s was of New Year’s when everyone had gotten together once again to celebrate another year of being alive and doing what they loved.

Kaminari had managed to fuck up the decoration order from Amazon, resulting in misspelled party hats and cheap plastic necklaces reading “happy newer years” with the incorrect year on them, resulting in hilarious group photos with everyone that even included Bakugou grinning as he tilted his party hat towards the camera, making sure the photo caught the misspelled words.

Shouto of course had his fair share of photos taken, especially by you who took them from your height, making your boyfriend look gigantic with his hat, new years glasses, and stack of plastic necklaces on as he threw up a peace sign.

Your journey of .5 photos didn’t exclude everyone else from your chaos, as you had albums dedicated to all your friends with the most breathtakingly awful pictures from parties, galas, and public events.

Eventually, Shouto’s birthday rolled around, and this was when he discovered the hard way why you’d been kicking your feet and laughing at random times during the day when you were scrolling on your phone but not on tiktok since there was no audio coming from your device.

The day was a small celebration, with you and the birthday boy himself having a birthday breakfast in your shared apartment and then going to a small lunch spot to celebrate with his family before dinner rolled around and you would be meeting up with your friends to have a celebratory meal together to celebrate the big 22 for Shouto.

Once the dinner was under way and a few cocktails were had, everyone was lively and was sharing memorable moments during their time at UA and after graduation with the number 3 pro hero. Bakugou could barely get through the retelling of Glamouroki because he kept laughing so hard that it was hard for anybody to get words out without doubling over.

Even Shouto himself couldn’t help but laugh loudly out of embarrassment when the time he’d ripped his pants during an interview discussing citizen search and rescue methods came up, with the interview being broadcast live on television. Twitter had an absolute field day, trending the hashtag “greatglacierasscheeks” as a play on the name of one of his ultimate moves.

During the story recounting, the alcohol was creeping up on you and making you way more loose-lipped than you’d like to admit. After Izuku had mentioned something about unflattering press photos with Shouto at the start of his hero career, Kirishima let out a gasp and popped the question that would expose your little secret.

“Does anyone actually have funny ass blackmail-worthy photos of Shouto? This man is perfect in every single magazine shoot, even when he’s rescuing people he looks flawless!” The redhead exclaimed, pointing a lighthearted accusatory finger towards your side of the long booth.

Everyone then turned their attention towards you, realizing that with you being Shouto’s partner of nearly 3 years, you were bound to have some photos, right? “C’mon (y/n), you’ve gotta have some!” Sero shouted across the table. “Yeah! There’s no way you don’t have a photo or two of icyhot in a Scrooge nightgown or something!” Exclaimed Mina, throwing her arms around your shoulders as you let out a loud laugh. “I would be a terrible excuse if a partner if I didn’t have some blackmail-worthy photos of my dear boyfriend, wouldn’t I?” You soon started laughing uncontrollably with tears springing in your eyes as everyone started chanting for you to share them.

Shouto himself looked perplexed, trying to recall any time he saw you sneaking photos of him during rather ungrateful moments like the time he struggled opening one of those little fruit cups and ended up getting squirted in the face with the syrup. You clumsily grabbed your phone, unlocking it and opening up an album before leaning over the table to lock eyes with everyone. “Listen, Sho never realized but sometimes when I took photos of him being cute or when we were out together, I used the .5 lens,” you giggled, and as soon as those words came out of your mouth, everything turned to chaos.

“No fucking way you got candy cane in one of the shittiest camera modes,” Bakugou barked out, a shit eating grin being evidence that he was far too invested in seeing the endless possibilities of wide angle lens Shouto. Endless shouts of “show us!” filled the private bar room you were in, with the bartender on the other side of the restaurant glancing curiously at the predicament across from him.

You put a finger to your lips as you stood up, with your loving boyfriend putting his hand on your hip to steady you as you clicked on the first of many photos. “I present to you, my stash of wide lens Shouto photos!” Your phone was then subsequently passed around the table as howls of laughter and cackling consumed your friend group.

When the phone finally got back around to Shouto, his eyebrows shot up in surprise and he cringed slightly as the angles were anything but flattering. He scrolled through the photos you had collected and then put the pieces together that you weren’t just getting regular photos all those times before. “Please tell me I’m not the only one who got these types of photos taken,” he remarked with a chuckle as you leaned into him. “Gods no! I’ve got hoards of them for everyone else too!” You exclaimed proudly, causing the group to reach for your phone the nth time as everyone roared in more laughter at everyone else’s photos.

There was even a .5 photo of Kirishima when he was getting his hair dyed by Mina at her place and the angle showed him glancing up at the camera with a toothy smile which made him look like a goofy but hilarious version of the shark from Nemo.

The afternoon after Shouto’s birthday, you asked his permission to include some of the .5 photos in an obligatory social media post, because what kind of partner would you be if you didn’t get every single photo type of your boyfriend imaginable? Soon after your post, Twitter quickly trended “wideshouto” and thus began the shitstorm of memes that refused to die down even months after Shouto’s birthday.

#shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #shouto todoroki #my hero academia #my hero academia fic #x reader #x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha #ross works

[manchurian-barnes]

Coffee Shop Blues and Reds Part Two (Peter Parker x F! Reader)

Post NWH - Collage Peter!

Busy nights filled with college course work, leads to late nights in a crappy coffee shop, the only perk? Friendly neighbourhood company.

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“So really what you’re telling me is that your boss is just an irredeemable asshole?” You laughed slightly as you leaned back in the familiar wooden chair of the coffee shop. Since that first night, you’d met up with Peter every couple of days, and texted frequently between it all. The guy was a total dork, he was awkward, he made stupid science jokes and he was one of the nicest guys you had ever spoken to. The two of you were also frequently so busy that these late-night meetings were the only times you both were truly free. Peter helped at homeless shelters and apparently was constantly trying to chase Spider-Man, trying to get clear photos of the hero. He laughed and brushed his hair back as he looked to you, his shoulders pulled up into a shrug and he sighed a bit, “I guess that’s exactly what I’m saying. He’s…He’s a…divisive character.”

Shaking your head you leaned forwards on the table a bit more, head tilting to the right, “You waste your photographic talents for that man.” You didn’t notice the way Peter had started to truly look at you, he felt so much… warmth around you. “We talk too much about me-“ He deflected, “You hardly talk about your job.”. He watched as you sucked in a breath, lips pulling tightly to a lopsided frown, “There’s not much to talk about Pete-“ “Come on.” “I work in a shitty diner, barely make enough to get by, and the rest of my time I’m taking a writing course- “

His eyes seemed to light up when you focused on yourself instead of him. “You’re a writer?” “I would like to be a journalist.” You sheepishly admitted to him. A small smirk dawned on his face; he bit his lip as he watched you shy away. “You know, I could help-“ He started to speak and he just stopped, “I won’t write slander about my hero.” You told him, oddly it was his face that went a bit red at that. You figured it was embarrassment about working for J Jonah Jameson. “Your hero-“ he uttered under his breath, he liked that, he wanted to be that, he already was… Peter sat more to attention as a shiver ran down his spine. “I have to go.“ he let out, and he stood, heading for the door. Weirdly cop cars went past and you let out a slight laugh, “You better go keep up, Spidey might be there, Mr. Paparazzi.” You waved but honestly as he rushed out the door a part of you ached.

The thing Peter didn’t know, the main thing you didn’t tell him, is that he might just be the only person in the city you regularly spoke to. You blipped, and your mom didn’t. Five years was a long time, and a lot could happen. You came home, to find she was gone. She’d gotten sick. You were on your own, and you’d barely finished high school. Peter was maybe the one friend you had. You pulled your jacket round yourself and stood up, clearing the table. Throwing away both cups and tugging your bag around your body. Holding the strap tightly as you went out into, the cold night air. Starting to walk towards your matchbox of an apartment.

Peter swung down the side of a building, shots firing past him as he dealt with a bank robbery. He fell against the wall and looked up, the white eyes of his mask going wide “C’mon guys! Make this easier for yourself!” He called to the band of criminals. “Money isn’t everything-What are you missing in your life-“ He yelped, fighting a man backwards, firing a web and tugging another back from the vault, “Self-reflect!” He called to him. “Do you ever shut the hell up?!” an angry man yelled as he pointed the gun right at Spider-Man. “Peters hand shot upwards and he pushed the gun at the ceiling and he just webbed up the men. No nonsense as he heard police sirens pulling towards the back. “It’s the boys in blue!” He called out, “Officers!” he stepped onto the street and then swung away.

Landing in an alley not too far from the bank, he let himself feel all the pain and exhaustion, half falling against a garbage can. Letting out a sigh of pain and tiredness. “Hello?!” He heard a soft, familiar voice. Your voice. Shit. Fucking. Fuck.

The clatter of the garbage can had startled you as you walked, stalling at the end of the alley as you watched a figure fall. “Hello?!” You called as you moved forwards a little. “IM OKAY!” a voice in a panic called back, making you shake your head. You stepped closer, “are you sure?” You asked back. At which point Peter half pulled his mask on, over his eyes as he stood. “Im great!” He yelled, and he froze when he was fully confronted with you. You stepped back in fright for a second before you looked at him with wide eyes. “SPIDER-MAN?!” you screamed. He moved forwards holding a finger to his lips. “YES! Yes but please just- I’m not here-“ He told you in a hiss of a whisper. He watched as your eyebrow quirked up. His voice. Fuck. You knew his voice. “…Are you okay?” You repeated in a more gentle tone, stepping closer, making him step back. That peaked your curiosity even more. “I’m alright.” He’d dropped his voice lower, stepping back again and tripping up on the lid of the garbage can he’d knocked over. “FU-“ He yelped. You moved quickly trying to hold your hand out with enough time to stop him falling but, you’d been just too slow.

You looked at him as he lay on the ground, his mask knocked more to the side of his face and you saw him. You saw his eye. “Peter?!” You gasped out. “I can explain!” He spoke back quickly, just relenting as he pulled his mask off. Still laying in the trash. “there’s not really much to explain-“ You tried, “I’m Spider-Man-“ “yeah I noticed that-“ “I am Spider-Man and you cant tell anyone-“ “Again, that was sort of a given from the mask-“ You couldn’t really process this, and had gone into some sort of state of shock.

 “You’re being too calm about this-“ “What? That the cute guy I met at a coffee shop just happens to be a fuckin’ avenger-“ You staggered backwards from him a bit as he stood up, his arm reached for you as you swayed. “Y/n?” “Your bleeding-“ You felt sick seeing Peter, nice coffee shop guy Peter, was Spider-Man, and was bleeding from presumably dangerous crime fighting. “I-I hate blood-“ “Y/N!” Peter called out as you fell backwards, fainting from being overwhelmed. He cradled you in his arms. Looking at your face and just feeling the need, that overwhelming need to protect the one person in the city that knew him.

“I’ve got you.” He whispered.

End Of Part Two - Part Three! (Coming March 1st!)

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General Headcanons for Miguel and Michelle O'Hara

Michelle is my OC which is basically a more laidback female version of Miguel from another dimension. They have a sibling relationship and love bothering each other lol

Michelle plays dumb as a defense mechanism, but she’s just as smart as Miguel, she likes it when people underestimate her because it she can easily subvert their expectations and turn the tide

Idk who said this but there was a post that headcanoned that Miguel exercises obsessively when he’s stressed or can’t sleep, in turn Michelle does the same, they often wake up in the middle of the night and go to the gym only for the other to be there as well, they force each other to go back to bed, saying it’s not healthy (hypocrites)

They both adore Mayday, but Miguel tries to hide it (he ain’t slick)

Michelle likes to nap or spend the night sleeping on the couch in Miguel’s lair (Peter insisted on there being something for him to lounge on while he visited)

Both have clawed so many holes in their bedsheets (especially on the days they have nightmares), they constantly have to buy new ones

They bicker like children sometimes, it reminds Miguel of when Gabriel was still alive, he gets embarrassed if someone catches him and Michelle arguing over something stupid, sometimes Michelle doesn’t even feel strongly about the topic at hand, she just likes riling him up lol

They work on projects together, spending many days and nights overworking themselves until they eventually pass out in the middle of what they’re doing, they have many photos of the other asleep at their desk, couch, or whatever inconvenient place they conked out, Michelle immediately sends eepy Miguel pics to the group chat, while Miguel saves the embarrassing pics of Michelle for blackmail

Michelle once found Mig asleep with a live soldering iron in his hand, both she and Lyla were not happy, bro needs a little talk about fire safety

All spider people are nerds, even them, they love reptiles and would absolutely have one as a pet if not for them being to busy to take care of it, their favorite is the day gecko, pics of them always cheer the two up, yes, even Miguel, herpetologists rise up

Michelle is out on missions more than Miguel, who usually stays back and monitors everyone, she is great with stealth but goes on other types of missions too

Because she's on the field more often, she gets hurt more than Miguel, who scolds her for being careless, Michelle also got that self-sacrificing tendency that most spider people have, leading to even more injuries, on the bright side, if she's paired with the arachkids on a mission, she will guarantee they come out unscathed, she once took a hit meant for one of the kids and they took turns keeping her company in the medbay, Hobie doesn't have the best bedside manners but it's the thought that counts lol

Michelle is the "cool aunt" to Miguel's "grumpy uncle," the kids always go to her if they need to ask for something

Peter and Michelle like to gang up on Miguel, often to get him to take a break, sometimes even Mayday gets involved, he'll begrudgingly lie there if Mayday falls asleep on him, grumbling all the while, when they check back on Miguel, they find him dead asleep just minutes later

Both can purr but Michelle does it more often, Mig either has to be alone with people he really trusts or too tired to give a shit

They both also love head scritches, it makes them melt and purr, Miguel always tries to stop himself from purring but he can't help it, it's a surefire way to get them to actually relax for once

Since they're the same person, they agree on most things, but can never decide on a show to watch lol

Michelle is proud of the growing bond Miles and Miguel share, but the latter will always deny it, dude can't admit he's getting attached

Michelle sometimes steps in to introduce new recruits to the society when Miguel doesn't feel up to it, it gives him a much needed break from the 2 billion peter parkers that haunt his dreams

#astv #astv oc #miguel o'hara #spiderverse headcanon #platonic

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This is honestly going to suck but-

Okay, I don’t see enough people talking about this so- here we are. This will contain spoilers for the analog horror series, Guilty Tears Au of Sanders Sides. If you haven’t seen it or if any of the following triggers you, please skip: (I am listing the triggers from all the episodes just in case you want to watch it as well so some won’t make sense on a tumblr post, but just in case-) Disturbing Imagery, Loud Sounds, Body Horror, Blood, Gore, Death, Violence, Food (more like implied cannibalism, but ok-), Flashing Lights, Spiders, Ladybugs.

Now if any of that bugs you, I would say that this isn’t for you. This is just my personal opinion and analysis on this series! So let’s get started:

Episode 1: Teachers PowerPoint

So, we’re starting off with a very simple format; a PowerPoint presentation called “Dreams, a Manageable Analysis by Logan Sanders”.

Like omg Logan is so cute in this 🥺. He keeps talking about sleep and the benefits and downsides of it. But something is… off about it. The monitor keeps glitching out and skipping parts of the presentation. It skipped over the definition of Non-REM sleep, and it just is a bit strange. Then this happens:

And then it gets closer T-T. I kinda jumped when I saw it ngl- Then he gives us the definition of a nightmare. It kinda was normal at first but then-

Like wth-? This was honestly just weird to me me, cause he looked like a fucking demon- this isn’t even the weirdest part (and therefore not the most interesting).

Now, the first one is obviously a reference to everything going on with the wedding arc and… other things. Missing Important Events? The callback. Loneliness. More so up to interpretation, or is it? I’ll come back to it later. Rejection? Again, back to it later. Confusing Emotions? All that Thomas has been dealing with for a WHILE. Broken promises, WTIT, anyone?

The second photo:

Morse Code Translated (not by me): WHY DON’T YOU LISTEN TO ME? AM I A JOKE TO YOU? I TRY SO HARD TO BE PATIENT AND GIVE  YOU TIME, BUT YOU CHOSE TO MAKE A STUPID PROMISE INSTEAD OF ACTUALLY DOING SOMETHING

Wow.. well what I say about this, is that Logan is snapping at Thomas again, cause as we have seen, he tends to distract himself rather than actually solving his problems. Logan is trying to communicate with Thomas again and he. Won’t. Listen.

After that we got a number sequence:

19/20/15/16/9/7/14/15/18/9/14/7/18/5

If you line it up with the letters in the alphabet, you get “Stop Ignoring Re”. I thought I heard it wrong but I didn’t-. So there had to be a reason for it to say “Re” instead of “Me”, right? Right. I’ll be tying it together, I swear. Just bear with me here. I also find it interesting that a YELLOW GLOVED HAND turned off the monitor and put an out of order note on the screen (I mean it was pretty glitchy so I mean-).

(Also there is a sticky note on the bottom left corner that reads “DONT LOOK BEHIND THE CURTAIN” keep that in the back of your mind c:)

Episode 2: Forgotten Fairytale

So it starts with Janus opening a story book titled “The Young Prince”.

This is interesting- I see a little crown charm on the bookmark- Erin focus- okay so the cover already grabbed my attention. At first cause I thought of beauty and the beast and

H O L Y S H I T the parallels. We have a mirror with a green gem on the handle (I don’t think it’s important but I could be mistaken-). In it, a black wilting rose. Black roses itself mean death, while the wilting flower by itself means “Term used to supress desire when it would otherwise be impossible to fornicate.” Roman wanted to go to the callback (and ask out Nico), but it seemed just out of reach, so he ended up with choosing an option that goes against himself (Virgil helped him with Nico but still-).

To the actual story, it talks about how lonely Roman feels (Loneliness huh?) and that he wants to meet his true love. He searches and searches but can’t find them. One night, a witch pays a visit. He says that he wants to make a deal: he will give Roman his “one true love” in exchange for half of his kingdom. Roman didn’t want to risk it, and told him no.. the witch did not like that.

He cursed Roman, and his face had melted off. Overwhelmed by heartbreak, he locked himself in his tower. The people eventually forgot about him and he died alone, holding the wilted black rose..

And then Janus literally closes the book on that tale-. So Roman’s I feel is more metaphorical, he feels like his world is falling apart, trying to use love to distract him from the pain of his decision to go to the wedding, and the moment he was attacked, no one helped him.. (Janus I love you but you’re a bitch-)

Episode 3: Cookie Mistake

(Yes I’m sure it’s a pun off of Rookie Mistake, it’s Patton what did you expect?)

So this an actual person acting out Patton this time.

The puns 😭. But yeah, it’s a simple baking tutorial! And it’s a mime kinda thing, so we have dialogue on the screen. It seemed normal, but this is Guilty Tears.

He dumped the flour into the bowl and made a little bit of a mess- it’s baking what are you going to do about it? But Patton started shaking slightly saying “That wasn’t supposed to happen…” It’s okay I know you said you were feeling “crumby” but damn- it’s just flour.

Ok then, laying it on thick. So Patton is freaking out over the little things and these little messages pop up. “Do you feel guilt consuming your every thought?” No I don’t think so- but this is maybe reference to POF, where he caused Thomas pain without realizing. The “Nobody is free of sin” seems like a twisted version of their new concept, “Not everything is black and white.” Patton is trying to distract himself from what happened and is only stressing himself out more.

HOLY FUCK, PATTON- Okay. So there’s obviously SOMETHING going on. Why did he have blood in the first place? Why’d he think it was a good idea? Patton are you a cannibal now-?

This gave me an idea.. this could be both figurative or literal but, the blood is on his hands.. Let’s take a look at Virgil’s episode.

Episode 4: Wake Up Call

According to (assumedly) Thomas’ phone, it is 3:23 pm. April 23rd. Almost his birthday, hmm.

Holy shit- no✨ Dolls are creepy enough-. Anyway, it’s starts off by (I assume) Virgil asking Thomas:

So one answer is normal, one is more normal for Thomas and the other sounds more Anxiety related. He chooses to brush his teeth, but they fall out. In dreams, teeth falling out are associated with loss and important life changes. Thomas has been struggling to coming to terms with the fact that he isn’t a complete pure good, and his life has changed drastically. This series started from a silly blog and now it’s a series dealing with complex and controversial issues, while he’s struggling to show the world who he is.

With the answers, they’re the same type. He chooses to make breakfast, but in the fridge with Virgil Doll, is a fucking skeleton/corpse and the fridge is all bloody. The “blood on his hands” thing might be more literal than we MAY have thought. Did Thomas kill someone? If so, who did he kill? I’ll get us there (hopefully-).

Okay- Hi Virgil- so, here I want to point out c. “I promise tomorrow I will change I will be a good person I will clean”. As soon as it had showed up on the screen, Virgil appeared. Thomas is making promises he can’t keep.

(“WHY DON’T YOU LISTEN TO ME? AM I A JOKE TO YOU? I TRY SO HARD TO BE PATIENT AND GIVE  YOU TIME, BUT YOU CHOSE TO MAKE A STUPID PROMISE INSTEAD OF ACTUALLY DOING SOMETHING”)

Seems like Logan had another good point- Thomas keeps trying to say tomorrow this and tomorrow that, but Virgil knows. He wants Thomas to get up and be productive, but with Logan “out of service” you have anxiety based motivation. Virgil, being his anxiety, is also reminding him what he did.

At the end, Virgil doll is hanging by a thread (literally) and we see a gloved hand cut the thread. Setting Virgil free for now..

Episode 5: Important Reminder

Thomas is upstairs, and is going down to his living room to answer a knock at his door, and it is a WRECK. But worse than before. There’s blood on the walls and all that. He picks up “The Young Prince” something he apparently used to like during childhood, and finds this drawing between the pages:

“Have you ever imagined killing your brother?” “This is me electrifying my brother!”

Could this imply that Remus was actually the supposed witch? It was (possibly) the drawing mentioned in the Moving On episodes within the pages of a book where Princey died. This could be implying that ever since Remus appeared, Roman has been hurting. Maybe because he blames his dear twin for the murder?

…

THIS IS WHY WE SAID DONT LOOK BEHIND THE CURTAIN-!?

Okay- I’m okay. If you can’t tell, the word “unhelpful” was written in blood, and there is some behind the curtain. I can’t tell who it is tho- Patton? Nightmare Nico?

Speaking of Nico, ✨R E J E C T I O N✨

But really, Thomas is obviously having issues. He tried to get out the house, but Nico was busy that whole week. (Including his birthday 😢)

When he finally answered the door..:

As we’ve seen in WTIT, Thomas is scared of getting older, so I think it’s interesting that Remus called him that. “I can show you how bad things can truly get” I think this is his twisted way of saying “Get over it, you didn’t do as much harm think you did.”

(“Stop Ignoring Re”)

But of course, Janus closes the door on him, shutting him away from Thomas.

Episode 6: Blinding Denial

>No no no.

>I’m fine, I’m alright.

>I’m just…

>I’m just tired.

>I’ll fix it tomorrow, okay?

>I promise.

Thomas have still not learned? 🤨

I feel when Janus leaves the baby crying, he’s not talking about a literal baby, but Thomas. Janus has been sheltering him from the sides trying to confront him (Turning off the PC, Closing the Book, Editing the Video + cleaning the blood, etc.) but has had enough of Thomas prolonging the inevitable.

“You’ve been walking in circles”

“You’re running away from yourself”

He squished the Ladybug. Whilst crushing the hope that good luck will suddenly make things better.

“It’s time to move on and forgive yourself”

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Holy crap I did it. Well hopefully you enjoyed! See you later!

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