#Existential the spider

[jonahmagnus]

Final boss privileges! ✨

+ Lore accurate glowy version :3

[tecochet]

mary jane's husband and his boyfriend

[ant-niyah]

@luciaintheskyainthi HAIII!!! Technically these were made bc I was reading ShutterBug (another SpideyHood fic) but i thought that they also fit ECM so I wanted to show you them!!! I hope you like them!!!!!

(As i was drawing the one with makeup I thought of ECM Pete and Jay and had to show you but i couldnt send media in you asks)

[luciaintheskyainthi]

A Freedom Fragile as Spider's Silk

I have no self control. Go read the rest of chapter one on AO3 (@ghost144444 this is your damn fault).

Their first meeting was in the League. At least, Jason assumed it was. In full honesty, much of his time before and after Talia brought him in — before she had the (not so) bright idea of dipping him in the Devil’s Mountain Dew — were blurred impressions of sound and pain and touch.

And eyes. Green eyes. Brown eyes. Eyes looking down at him from places eyes reasonably shouldn’t be in.

And then there was the Devil’s Mountain Dew, and the world slammed back into Jason with technicolour fury. Now, those eyes had faces: green for Talia and for the spawn, Damian, and for the Demon’s Head, Ra’s. And the brown eyes…

The brown eyes were for Peter.

Peter, who looked nothing like the Al Ghul’s, with his soft, rounded features and big, dark eyes and guileless smile (it wasn’t guileless, Jason would learn. Wasn’t guileless at all. That was what made him oh so dangerous). Peter, who sat somewhere in the shadowy grounds between family member and servant, guard-dog of Bruce’s spawn and bickerer with Talia, and on the very rare occasion, with the Demon’s Head himself (he never escaped those moments unscathed, but the cuts and the bruises disappeared as quickly as his grudges). Peter, whose laughter could bounce off tapestried walls as easily as he crushed bones. As easily as the men and women he murdered, were they to make the mistake of thinking he and Damian easy prey.

All of these memories were mere impressions Jason could never be sure were pure, or partially fabricated. The truth was, Peter and Jason rarely interacted because Talia did not allow Jason and Damian to interact. Too unstable, he was.

All they had of those early days were fragments of time caught in between Jason’s training, and then Jason was off, trapped in the desire to wreak havoc on the lives of those who’d failed him, jumping from monster to monster to learn their trade before deciding if they were better off dead, or deserving of his mercy.

Had they even shared one conversation together? Jason didn’t think they did… But he remembered Peter all the same. His eyes. That warm laughter. The guileless smile as he punched clean through a would-be assassin’s ribcage.

The blood.

The desperate, wretched sobs after, hidden behind a door with a child’s soft murmurs.

That… that, he was sure, he was never meant to remember.

[sarahmackattack]

Pretty sure I accidentally took a picture of a jumping spider having an existential crisis.

[activatebutterflyshield]

I was compelled last night and I’m quite honestly scared of whatever 11:59 PM me intended for those middle sections. At least I still know my colors when sleep deprived, and I’m sure someone else on here can fill the blank spots out better than I can on a full eight hours of shut-eye.

[dayque]

*At the end of a meeting with the centurions and students of the scalomancer*

Ty: Alexander! I wanted to thank you for your work as Consul, having a person like me in such an important position, promoting laws that include us and showing the rest of the shadowhunters what we are capable of... It's something I never thought possible before you.

Alec: It's a pleasure to serve the Clave as someone who is gay, we are just as capable of do a good job as

Ty: I was talking about the autism... But being gay is also cool

[the-desolated-quill]

Marvel dudebros: “OMG, Knull is such a shit villain. He literally does nothing except sit around in a chair.”

Um… remind me. What did Thanos do when he first showed up in the MCU?

Oh that’s right. FUCK ALL!!!

[watcher0033]

When it’s not explicitly stated that Miguel O’hara is also of Irish descent but he sure honored his heritage by being the Changeling of his own story. 🫠

Art by @stoopidkeekee on Twitter.

[rhinocio]

HUSBAND'S BROTHER-DAD DADS YOU

@aversiteespabilas started the beautiful friendship with these posts about Kenichi and Tetsuya drinking sake together and I couldn't rest until I explored the This Guy Is Going To Go Complete Dad Mode On You, You Dadless, Cultureless American reality they're living

[spiderman2-99]

[@templeofvengeance]

An intense, unnatural wind picks up around the office, sweeping away all the crickets, paint, whipped cream, streamers, etc., and sealing it all away inside a clay pot that resembles a Canopic Jar. (As if a magically-appearing pot that might contain hammerspace full of paint and bugs doesn't raise more questions.)

The glitter bomb is sadly too heavy for him to move, so that'll be Miguel's funeral. (So is the car fire.)

There, that's the blessing he (vaguely?) promised. Khonshu leaves right after.

[Feel free to ignore this/answer it blog style, not trying to lead into a narrative RP with this one, just feeling bad for Miguel LOL]

To say LYLA was completely baffled would be the understatement of the century. Because, c'mon, one second she's having a pretty objectively good day watching over Miguel's office and answering his endless list of calls and emails and blog notifications for him, and the next second, ????????????

Well and truly, what the shock is going on here?

Her scans are running optimally, the security cameras aren't down, she can see this with her own data processors, but whatever or whoever is causing this wind just isn't showing up on anything! Not thermal, any other light wavelength, on dimensional scans, nada.

Goddamnit, LYLA is a state of the art AI! Made from a standard model, maybe, but fine-tuned by Miguel himself to rival the best, to run his building, take care of him, deal with threats, store and process data that would make any other computer melt. She's supposed to have the answers!

And there are none.

The wind is gone before she can slam the HQ-compromised alarm, leaving a pristine office and a single canonic jar its wake. LYLA's servers are so busy trying to process Whatever That Was that she nearly overheats.

...

Then a gaggle of kids come in, bearing food and putting more of their stuff around the office, and now there are different things to deal with.

But this is Fine, this is Great and Dandy, she can deal with this. Whatever just happened will be stored neatly in her context and- and- and it won't matter until it does again. She has the memory, the knowledge now.

Just no answers.

[brown-spider]

I named my spidersona "Sunny Brown" while thinking about eggs and hashbrowns. I wanted something that felt nostalgic and bright like morning light.

Then two seconds after I wrote it down I was like "Wait Hobie's last name is Brown. Damn."

Nobody has asked yet which is a surprise but yeah no, Sunny has absolutely zero relation whatsoever with Hobie. Not family and not an alternate universe parallel. Just a common last name lmao.

[ohitslen]

As I finally got around watching Across The Spiderverse today, I realized that y’all really pulled spiderdads out of fucking nowhere I’m so proud of you guys, have a little happy face sticker and a cookie as a reward for your delusions you did awesome :) ⭐️ 🍪

[asthevermincrawls]

[xmilkteafoxx]

there's a big chonky spider in my hallway (big boi) which i discovered after my cat started trying to climb the walls to eat it (nasty gremlin boi). i am perhaps more scared of spiders than i thought because seek-inaturalist app says it's maybe a jumping spider?? 😭😭😭 (do not jump at me) i can hear velcro scrabbling at the walls right outside my bedroom door (where i have hidden from the spider)(who is apparently now right outside my bedroom)(i am maybe not as safe as i hoped)(reddit is not answering my spider identification question so i do not know if it's venomous)(healp)

[consideratesea]

rewatching nmj set 4 and a new iconic Tim quote: I think you can’t meet a spider