#Andrew Garfield

[daimiyamoto]

ANDREW GARFIELD

WE LIVE IN TIME (dir. John Crowley, 2024)

[kimberly-stocks]

Wtf happened to Andrew??? Wasn't he supposed to be a skinny nerdy king? 😮

ANDREW GARFIELD W Magazine Best Performances Issue 2025 | ph. Mert Alas and Marcus Piggott

[stevenrogered]

im begging you to please read this excerpt from an interview of florence pugh and andrew garfield promoting we live in time you wont regret it lmao

[raspberry-panda]

[saintlaurentproblems]

Wait that’s fucking weird lol

[trans-ouroboros]

Transgender Daily Bugle photographer Petra Parker getting invited to an Arcade Fire concert? I'm totally not adding that to my headcanon whatsoever. Not at all.

this line delivery has lived in my head for 10 years

[vader-anakin]

ANDREW GARFIELD attends CinemaCon to promote the upcoming film "After the Hunt" | April 2nd, 2025

[face-card-never-declines]

Andrew Garfield | Valentino Fashion Show (2022)

[honeypine-the-parrot]

andrew and I actually aren't on speaking terms right now

probably because he's dead.

I have a question

For those who like garfield, why?

[valkugo]

He was still grinning, and his confidence was infectious. Who said one man can’t rescue another, I thought.

— ON TRYING TO NOT BE MORE INTERESTING BUT BE MORE INTERESTED

(Post by lakemojave // The White Lotus, Mike White // A conversation with Andrew Garfield // Touching the Void, Joe Simpson // Post by stuckinapril)

[andrew-garfielld]

ANDREW GARFIELD 82nd Annual Golden Globe Awards (Jan 05, 2025)

[amateurhourfanfics]

SURPRISE VISIT

au!Spiderman x fem!reader - flirting, fluff, cheeky Peter

Summary: Spiderman makes a surprise visit to your office, but somehow, you recognize his voice.

Word Count: 900

Warnings: mild swearing

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I had landed the best summer internship in the city. At least for me. My dream of being a journalist finally caught a break once I was hired at NYC Beat, the fastest growing online news magazine. They even gave me a little office that wasn’t being used to call my own.

It wasn’t much, but it had giant floor-to-ceiling glass windows on the far wall with the most amazing view of downtown. I found myself getting distracted by it more than I’d like to admit. 

I was working on a new piece about the various New YorK superheroes that have popped up over the past few years. There’s been a huge increase in crime in the city recently, attracting all kinds of fighters and vigilantes to come out of the woodwork. After proofing the article for the second time, I walked over to the glass and stared out over the New York skyline.

I take a deep inhale, enjoying the view. As I let out my breath, the windows EXPLODE.

A red blur tackles me to the ground. Shards of glass rain down around us and I scream as a body covers me from the wave. When I open my eyes seconds later, I realize who’s on top of me. 

Spiderman.

“What the fuck?!” I shriek. 

He scrambles off me, brushing fragments of glass off my shoulders. ��I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” 

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I repeat, staring at him in disbelief. Spiderman just swung through my window. THE Spiderman. 

He’s pulling me to my feet and checking my face for cuts as he lets out a stream of word vomit. “I was trying to get away from some guys and I underestimated how fast I was going and how hard I was gonna hit the wall and I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to–”

Wait. I recognize that voice. 

I grab him by the shoulders to get him to stop talking. “Peter?”

He freezes. “No?”

“Peter Parker? Midtown High School?”

“Who’s that?”

I second guess myself. Could this be him? Maybe I’m imagining it, but Spiderman sounds exactly like this guy I went to highschool with. I hadn’t seen him in years, probably two or three, but I’d recognize that voice anywhere. 

I gape at him, not knowing what to believe. Am I going crazy? Did I go to fucking high school with Spiderman? Peter was a scrawny, nerdy guy who was kind to everyone, including me. We never really talked outside of class but I always thought he was cute. Now I thought he was the asshole who just crashed through my office.  

It couldn’t be him. It just couldn’t.

Both of our heads whip around as we hear yelling and shouts from somewhere on the floor.

Spiderman runs over and locks my door, saying “Shit, they know I’m here.”

“What’s going on?” I ask urgently. “Why are you here? Why did you just crash through my window?!”

“Was there a window there?” he laughs sheepishly. I give him a look that makes him reconsider the jokes. “Sorry, too soon,” he admits as he turns to look outside the huge hole in the wall. The shouting and banging is getting closer.

“Who’s coming after you?”

“Some guys,” he replies. “Some bad, bad guys.”

“That’s really specific!”

He spins around. “Look. Considering the window and the glass everywhere, they’re gonna know I was in here. And they’re not gonna let you go until you tell them where I went.”

“Well, unfortunately I can’t climb down skyscrapers like Spiderman.” How could he have gotten me into such a mess? I was furious and getting increasingly anxious about the ‘bad guys’ that were coming for us. 

He listens at the door, then strides over to me. “Do you trust me?”

“NO!” I shout, backing away. 

“You’ve gotta trust me.”

“You’re a stranger who just busted through my window.”

Someone pounds on the door and a deep male voice yells “Open this door. We know you’re in here! SPIDERMAN!” 

Spiderman holds out his hand, getting a little frantic. “We’ve gotta go, right now. You have to trust me.”

I’m frozen, eyes wide with panic. 

Spiderman rips off his mask. Now I’m frozen with shock.

“Katie, it’s me.” Peter Parker grabs my shoulders and gets right in my eyeline. “Look at me. It’s Peter. You were right. We need to get out of here.”

A blast from somewhere outside the door shakes the whole building. 

Peter takes both of my hands in his. “Do you trust me?,” he repeats. 

I nod my head, at a complete loss for words. He flashes a smile that makes me forget where we are for a second, then puts on the mask. 

Still holding one of my hands, he leads me to the edge of the gaping hole in the wall. We overlook the city from about 50 stories up and I realize what he is planning on doing. 

“Don’t you dare drop me,” I breathe, absolutely terrified of what is about to happen.

Peter squeezes my hand. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He pulls me into his chest and wraps my arms around his shoulders. “You’re gonna want to hold on.”

“You think?” He just looks at me for a second. Someone starts pounding on the door.

“Katie?”

How does he know my name? “Yeah?”

“You’re still really pretty.” 

Then Spiderman jumps and we fall into the open air.

[drszm]

Idea:

Anthony Perkins biopic starring Andrew Garfield.

[chappellsroans]

Andrew Garfield on consent and privacy

[cosbug]

Someone on here said “I love the way you draw Andrew” and that was enough for me to draw for the full 48 hours after HDHAH

Thank you so much to that person for the compliment and the motivation RAH <3

I’m going to clean up the linework some more but was way too excited to share, I’m kinda proud of this one

(Edit: I cleaned it up a little >:D TOP LEFT SPIDEY GAVE ME ISSUES FR 🫡)