#Hobie Brown's siblings

[homiesondaweb]

Okay I can't stop thinking about Hobie's siblings and childhood on my head now. So y'all gonna get these OC's and headcanons. I can't draw worth a damn so yall gonna get some face claims I pulled off Pinterest lol.

Starting wit the oldest of the siblings,

Hudson and Hendricks

Left: Hudson Right: Hendricks

While they both are talented with tinkering and such, in the shop Hendricks is the mechanic while Hudson is the technician. They both battle over who has more of an influence on Hobie. (Surprise! Its equal lol)

Hudson is a big flirt while Hendricks is an introvert.

They help put in on the rent once they establish the Shop and (may or may not) have rigged the utilities in their neighborhood so that most community places and homes have free electricity and gas.

The shop is always bumping Cymande, Gil Scott-Heron, and Mandrill

Can't keep away from Jamaican girls to save they life

They are shotgun older brothers. They will mob and grill anybody that shows interest in their little siblings (ESPECIALLY HARLEY, curse of being the baby sister)

Hudson taught Hobie how to take things apart and problem solve to fit them back together. Hendricks taught him how to play with circuits and to hack/program electronics.

The three of them would spend hours a week welding or smoldering shit together.

Their default looks are mostly their natural looks save for Hudson having yellow and orange highlights and tones. Hendricks usually has purple and blue highlights and tones.

Henry

Fits the quiet, sensitive artist stereotype to a tee. Can draw and sew but once Ma got him into film photography and he's been hooked ever since.

Is a fruit fiend. LOVES pies, cobblers, jello, fruity or sour candy. Fuck money, pay him in a ripe mango or some lemon drops yo.

1000% a Mama's boy, lol.

Despite being nearly mute with how precious he is about his words, is a HUGE social butterfly and the most networked out of his siblings besides Harley.

Spends a lot of time at the canal with the rest of the "destitute artists societal leeches" as the PM and Brit News call them. It's when he meets his partner Rembrandt and learns that love is the only label one should abide by.

His camera is his gun, the streets and his warrants for arrest know him as The Moor after the PM runs a censorship campaign and suddenly most art depicting Black, brown, and non-British people was censored with ugly Black cut outs. He first photo flyer protest was adding Othello back to paintings of his play. Newspapers called it "Return of the Moor." So he snagged it for the sake of irony.

He's a people watcher, he sees the art in everybody. Like tinkering with machines, he likes learning how people behave and tick. He learns how to be a soft influence once he sees that is the most effective way to help others and investigate ideals/intention and see if they're genuine. He teaches this skill to Hobie. It wasn't uncommon to find Hobie piggy backed on Henry as they lap the parks, whispering in Kreyòl ayisyen about their observations of the world.

His default look makes him appear reddish with bold black lines due to the amount of time he spends on his dark room developing photos or he is covered on scraps of Renaissance art/script.

Harley

Harley found her first guitar after hiding during a Symbiote raid on an underground concert. She stepped on it when she finally escaped from her spot. The stum was perfect, made a pile of symbiote goop explode. She took it home and got to work perfecting her sound.

She is the people's champ, LOVES meeting new people and networking. Is bold in her care for others. Always down to help the lil man. This has made her very adept at languages and communications. If you need a debater, advocate, negotiator, wordsmith having her on your side is the best choice. In a different life most definitely would have been a lawyer.

The entire family knows she is Pa's favorite and she is very much a daddy's girl lol.

Before it was bombed by the PM she and Hobie were regulars at the library. The two shared a love for reading, Harley makes sure all her brothers are book smart because you never know when you need some knowledge.

She is the designated family hairstylist even their parents. While doing Hobie's hair she would sit her guitar in his lap and guide him in learning how to play. She never had a fuss about him snagging it to play unless she needed it for practice. You can pay her on cassettes or vinyls records. Is a Betty Davis STAN.

Can only grow vegetables. The only flower or regular plant that doesn't die within a week of her possession is an orchid because it is a stick on dirt for half the year. She started the community garden after reading a banned book on the importance of nutrition to recovery from sicknesses

Here and her band led many youth heavy protests be it marching, pop up-concerts, vandalizing, or taking over a news station or council meetings full of Oscorp puppets and gained notoriety for it. When music wasn't enough, when words weren't enough, and every resource she could produce was nothing. Harley was never afraid to fight. She never claimed to be, but she is very much Hobie's hero.

Her default look has a lot of bold and swooped lines with sepia filters and graffitied sold English styled literature quotes and newspaper clippings cut outs. Her hair accessories are usually her pops of bright colors.

This is my theory piece on astv Hobie's Backstory.

Despite the whole Punk lifestyle, living on a repurposed canal boat, minor rock star status, and having active warrants out for both his civilian and Spidey persona thing he's got going on. Hobie had a pretty normal childhood for a bit. 

His Pa managed the local radio stations and his Ma was a lead writer for the newspaper. Hobie found himself the baby out of 5 siblings and their 4 bedroom flat was just a bit too small for the 7 people family but it was great. 

The neighborhood was always lively with community get-togethers, music rattled the bricks and the air was always savory with smell of jerk. Hobie used to eat himself sick with coconut candy and orange cake every weekend. He liked going to 'school' which meant being crammed into Ms. Ngozi and Ms. Freedman's flat with the other neighborhood kids then being taught from books Ms. Freedman had smuggled in when she partnered with Ms. Ngozi. Reading, writing, history, debate, arithmetic, ethics, journalism, all kinds of science but Ngozi loved when Hobie would take a machine apart and remake it. 

His eldest siblings by about 12 years, twin brothers Hudson and Hector ran the 'Shop'. If you needed something fixed within their 6 block neighborhood you took it there. Cars, big appliances, medical equipment, radios, tvs, his brothers could fix it all. They'd fix it good, cheap or free and in a timely manner. (And they greatly encouraged their Little Bart brother to tinker) 

Next was is other older brother, Henry. He was only 9 years older than him. A photographer and worked under their mother getting dynamic shots for any article she posted. He introduced Hobie to a lot of artists and taught him how to observe the world around him. How to sneak in and out of it.

Then there was his only sister, Harley. She was closest in age to him, only 5 years older. She was a badass on the guitar and even slicker at the mouth. She debated anyone under a table and had a right hook to back it up. You never would have pegged her to be the one to run the community garden. Not with her self-done piercings, bleach painted jackets, head fully of bantu knots and black lipstick. But she did, she taught Hobie everything to know about growing orchids and tomatoes.

Life was good. Despite the rising police violence, cost of living, and the fumes of Oscorp rising. 11 year old Hobie didn't know it to be anything else. 

Then, he turns 12. Ma and Henry don't come home.

He's 12 and the Ngozi-Freedman homeschool is raided. He never sees them again but Harley fills her stage trunk with their books and records.

He's 12. Someone reported the shop and President Osborne new "certificate enforcement" squad torches the building. Hudson gets away but the Symbiotes bail out Hector to them and he only has one arm. 

He's 12. The government has taken over the radio station, firing Pa. The house becomes cramped with the equipment Pa had smuggled out. Hudson shows back up and he's as ghost as Hector.

He's 12 and half his friends are just faces on murals and the other half is sick from the water. The garden is sabotaged and the city fines Harley (how the fuck do you fine a 17 year old?) 

And there's a protest. Pa has taken over the radios in the city and rallies the people, he repeats Ma articles over and over informing the people about the propaganda, the contamination, the disappeared people, the injustice. He repeats them and repeated them as the twins litter the city with flyers using Henry's photos of the truth. 

And there's a protest. 

There's hundred of protests of all sizes, all over.

There's a riot. 

There's riots.

There's fire and panic and Symbiotes spill into the neighborhood like oil and-

Hobie turns 13, it's just him and Harley. 

Hobie turns 14, it's just him and Harley's guitar.

Hobie is 15, he's just some punk kid bit by a radioactive spider while trying to find shelter from a Symbiote raid. He uses this to his advantage. 

He turns 16 and instead of blowing out birthday candles he's smashing Harley's guitar through a fascist dictator head with his fellow super powered punks. (He can't think of a better wish)

He's 17 and Miguel makes a mistake in showing up to his dimension with an offer to join his 'society'. 

[succo-al-limone]

Chat about the young’un from 1610

[bibidib8]

I love them so much

[the-kr8tor]

Hey hey hey, i wanna make a request! (this is literally gonna be my first one ever so forgive me if it sounds stupid lol)

I was thinking of a plot where Hobie has a younger sister and her best friend is Y/N who usually sleeps over cuz they have sm shit goin' on back at home so somewhat ¿close proximity? ─ it's basically a 'Sister's Bestfriend/Bestfriend's Brother' troupe and maybe a li'l bit of 'Enemies to Lovers' (optional😭) but yeah:P idk this sounded tempting to me sooo~ eep><

Thank you for requesting, bestie ❤️❤️❤️ (thank you for the help with their names!)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, Sister's best friend! Reader, Hobie has siblings, big brother! Hobie, Jas and Seb AU, big brother AU, FLUFF.

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You wake up to Jasmine kicking your back, spine aching as she continues to slumber unbothered. The pain throbs on your lower back, you feel you're gonna need an ice pack for it or you're gonna wake up sore. Huffing and slinking away from the twin bed, the mattress squeaks as you leave her side. In the darkness of the pink room, you blindly feel your way out of it.

Bumping into Jas’ study table, the corner hits your hip making you hold your breath from the stinging pain. That's injury number two just from your best friend’s room. Said woman snorts in her sleep, kicking the heavy duvet off her form. You wonder what she's dreaming about amidst your aching pains. Whatever it is, you're already preparing something to tease her with as revenge for kicking you awake.

Hands reaching up, you finally make it to the door without getting injured from a stray slipper or worse, a lego piece from the set you two were building just before bed. Sliding your hands on the wood, you feel the cool metal of the doorknob, quietly twisting it open, you peek through the gap. Finding the dimly lit hallway, you trudge towards the light of the kitchen.

Your socked feet hit the cool tile, and it's too late to turn around. Hobie— your best friend’s brother spots you, his legs criss crossed, hand warmed by a mug of hot tea. He smirks on the countertop, checkered pajama pants on his waist. An ancient band shirt on his torso that has turned into a crop top makes you flick your eyes to his exposed abdomen. Quickly looking away, he hides the knowing smile behind his mug.

“Can't sleep? Jas snorin’ too much?”

You cross your arms on your chest. “She almost kicked me off the bed.” You say hoarsely, sleep clinging on your lashes.

“You wanna sleep in mine then?” His grin gets wider when your eyes widen. Shushing him, he chuckles at your flustered reaction.

“Your siblings are asleep.” You whisper yell, heart pounding in your chest, glaring at his smiling (handsome) face.

Hobie lets his legs dangle off the counter top, arms reaching out for you. “Exactly, they're asleep.” You can hear the amusement in his voice. “C’mon, love, I've been waitin’ for this the whole day.”

“You've been waiting for a hug?” You tease him back, slowly crossing the distance. “You're smitten, Hobie Brown.” Your own smirk begs to be kissed off your pretty lips.

Lightning quick, he grabs you by your elbow, pulling you in his arms, embracing you. You squeak as your head hits his chest. Looking up, heart thumping loudly near his own heart, he has the audacity to pucker up his pierced lips towards you.

You scoff, “we're in the kitchen? Where they could just walk in and see us locking lips, really?”

He frowns deeply, eyes downturned, dramatically showing you his displeasure. Pinching his waist, he drops the act with a deep laugh that makes you weak in the knees.

“Fine, let's pretend you didn't want it.” He shrugs, pulling you closer, embracing your waist. “Where'd she hit you?”

“Lower back. I hit my thigh against the table too.” You say like the table intentionally smacked against you.

“My poor baby,” his hand slides down to your lower back, raising your shirt, warm hands kneading gently. The pain subsides with every massage from his fingers. “Better?”

Humming, cheek pressed on his well worn shirt, “Well I want it too.” You shyly say, hand picking at the loose threads of his shirt. “The kiss, I mean. It's just—what if they see us?”

“You're the one who wanted to keep it a secret, love.” Hobie says softly, poking your side. “‘sides, it's been a year, I'm sure they figured it out by now.”

“What? How would you know?”

“They're my siblings.” He says matter of factly. “Jas is practically my twin, and Seb, well Seb just knows everything, that little weirdo.”

“So mean to your little brother.”

He chuckles into your hair, nosing the top of your head. “They won't even care at this point. According to Seb, we should just get together before he shoves us both in the wardrobe.”

“What if they do though?” You look up again, chin resting on his chest. “What if they react…badly and I ruin my friendship with Jas?”

Hobie cradles your cheek, “it'll hurt her more if we hide it from her. ‘sides, isn't she the one who keeps trying to get us together?”

“Yeah, as a joke! but everytime someone asks us if we're together she goes ‘eww!’” you copy her tone perfectly, to which Hobie chortles at your impression.

“She's a big girl, she can handle it. What'll she do? Keep us apart like Romeo and Juliet?”

“They die at the end, Hobie.”

“Yeah, they do. I don't think Jas would do that. Y’know, true love and shit.” He uncharacteristically turns away from your gaze.

“And shit.” You lovingly say. Hands on his chin, his stubble rough against your fingers, you move his head to face you. “Do you want to tell them?” You ask, balling his shirt in your hands from your nerves. His eyes are tender, the pads of his fingers are slowly dancing along your back. “Because I really want to tell them. I think I'm ready.” Smiling, Hobie nods, heart full.

“Tell us what?” Sebastian appears out of nowhere, making you jump away from Hobie. He reluctantly lets you go as Seb gives you two numerous nods, smirking the entire time.

“What are you doin' up?” Hobie asks his brother who comedically shrugs. If he didn't know before then he definitely knows now.

“I was thirsty, but it looks like I found two people who are thirstier than me.” He Laughs like a bond villain. His minecraft shirt doesn't make him as intimidating as he thought he was.

“Just go get your water, Seb.” Hobie gestures towards the fridge while you debate whether or not to tell him.

“Alright, let me have ‘em then.” Seb exclaims, hands confidently on his hips. “Give me your best negotiation.”

“Have what?” You knit your eyebrows. Hobie pulls you in closer, he looks his brother up and down with a face like he was stabbed in the back.

“Really? Blackmail? Thought I taught you better than that, Sebby.”

“You did, but you also taught me to take the opportunity when presented to me.” Seb leans casually on the kitchen island, a picture of someone who thinks he has won. “I want a puppy.” He says with his whole chest. “Actually, make that a puppy and a cat. A cat that isn't a symbiote this time.”

You and Hobie share a look. With your nod and bashful smile, he hooks his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close, pecking your temple before he confesses. It's now or never.

“Y/N and I have been together for a year.” He says proudly. “We actually just decided to tell Jasmine, so holster your blackmail because it's useless.”

Sebastian looks at you for confirmation.

“I love your brother, I really do.” You smile softly, “and we're gonna tell Jas tomorrow.”

Seb frowns, “you never let me have fun.”

Hobie waves him away. “Go get your water and go back to bed or you'll see something that will be burned into your retinas forever.”

His teenage brother points an accusing finger at you both. “Gross. You're both very gross, and I called it the second you two started flirting with each other.” He takes a bottle of water from the fridge whilst you and Hobie laugh in your own corner. “Happy for you two by the way.” He flips his brother off, “seriously, love that for you two but fuck you, Hobie, for not letting me get a proper pet.”

“The kids are alright.” Hobie mumbles.

“Were you like that when you were younger?” You ask, watching Sebastian walk away, still flipping the bird.

“Worse, where did you think he got it?” Hobie chuckles, rubbing your back. You can hear Seb’s bedroom door close.

“I figured.” You turn to face him, a giddy grin spreads across your face. “We just told him,” you happily say as he holds your face in his hands like he's holding the most precious jewel in the world. “And he didn't get mad. Not at what we told him at least.”

“And we'll tell Jas tomorrow?” Hobie whispers against your waiting lips whilst you nod. “Proud of you. Does this mean I can snog you in my kitchen?”

“Yes, you can snog me in your kitchen.” You say breathlessly as he presses his lips against yours.

“What the fuck?!” Jas yells.

The cat's out of the bag. There goes all the planning you've been preparing since you said yes to Hobie.

[rere9500-18]

No matter what, I can’t find it in my heart to ship anyone of these spiders in this friend group.

They all bond so well together and the big fight in Beyond will make me 1000x more emotional if those bonds grow and if they truly do start to see each other as friends.

[punkeropercyjackson]

The general consesus on 'Hobie Brown is Percy Jackson' seems to be 'I didn't see it at first but the more i think about it,the more it makes sense'.The truth is spreading and the poser racially ambigious Percy and prop side character Hobie fandoms are dying.And all it took was me saying they look the same.Y'all thirsty as hell and i'm telling you to take a sip from our Ultra Blue Monster cans

[fandomnerd9602]

Hobie: you and me are gonna get along just fine, bruv

Y/N: bro? You consider me a bro?

Hobie: why wouldn’t I? I recognize a rebel when I see one!

Y/N: wanna rock out to the Ramones?

Hobie: like you read my mind bruv!

[estherarts]

Hobie related stuff 🫡

[wifey-ohara]

Hobie Brown & Younger Sibling!Reader

Thought of these while washing the dishes

Gen: some angst/fluff

A/n: idk if he he ran away or got kicked out, so i did both, and i made the spider bite hurtful asf (i did sreach for both but i didnt get clear answers)

💙You two have the same mother, just different father.

🩵you're 2-3 years younger than him.

💙calls you, kid/lil'one/trouble that sort of thing.

🩵both cried over math homework together, now he just burns them over the stove.

💙bad family, so you two both kinda teamed up to protect one another.

🩵School was a game for both of you, if you had one big school from elementry/primary to high school, he would definitely flunk off, come to your class, stand at the door and calls for you saying stuff like "this is useless, n' y'know it get ova'ere" till the teacher closes the door.

💙If each school level is separate, he'd also flunk off comes to your school under your class's window and either have boards in which he writes the most random thing as you try not to laugh, or he'll yell the same sentences from above.

🩵if he ran away, he would come to you and tell you his plan, how much he loves you, and he'll try to keep on touch with you and meet you from time to time.

💙you refused to let him go, he was your brother, your best friend, your everything, so you decided to go with him.

🩵he tried to get you to stay, but then again he didn't have room to argue about it seeing that he's running as well.

💙if he got kicked out, you'd cause hectic in the house and leave.

🩵when you find him, he's shocked, also tries to get to return back home, he's more persistent this time, but you tell him it's home without you in it, to which he tears up, try to hide it bc obviously, and give you a tight hug, which you return.

💙he has his guitar, you have your beautiful voice.

🩵you often feature in his concerts.

💙once you sang "brother" by to him in a concert, and he almost cried right then and there (i wanna write a fic/drabble about it).

🩵you droped out of high school and started doing jobs, same for him.

💙and then the spider bit him.

🩵you weren't there when it happened, but you arrived shortly after.

💙you just held him to your chest as he screamed, cried and kicked from the pain of the bite, arms tight around himself (brabble-able).

🩵you sang him to sleep that night and a few nights after.

💙he was so scared that he'd hurt you and tried to push you away and even go back home, so lots of comfort.

🩵And then when he started fighting crime, he used the custom you drew him.

💙you help sometimes, he'll let you climb his back as he swings around, beating up bitches left and right.

🩵He bought you a double blade backpack.

💙so now he has his axe and you have your blades.

🩵he cusses and swears alot, you don't, and you actually lecture and scold him about it.

💙when the spider society tried to get him to join them, he refused to go anywhere without you, and threatened and attacked many spider people whenever they mentioned leaving you behind.

🩵miguel deemed you useful as you two usually work together and accepted hobie's condition of bringing you along.

💙turned out you were tech-smart and you helped alot around miguel's lab.

🩵you made adjustments to make you more useful to hobie on missions, to for hobie too.

💙you're now the tech-hero.

🩵tech-hero and spider-punk? Un-beatable!

💙you two are very, very close.

🩵your rooms are a wall apart, and contacted by the bathroom.

💙in-home concerts are almost a daily thing now.

🩵you two communicate your feelings alot by music.

💙once he wrote a song for you and one of lines were "i swear I'd die for you, little one" and you ignored him the whole day.

🩵when asked what's up, you broke down crying saying that you wouldn't want him to die, especially for you.

💙it became "i swore I'd live for you and i will".

🩵that became your reassuring phase.

💙as in physical reassuring, an arm over the other's shoulder + two squeezes means "I'm here for you", putting your hand over his + a squeeze means "back at you".

🩵then miles showed up..

💙you of course were on your brother's side, using your tech to help miles.

🩵you learnt, healing amd medical stuff just in case your brother got hurt.

💙after all of that, and rejoining the spider society, your lives returned to a normal rhythm,, somewhat, as normal as to hero siblings could get it to normal.

🩵you and hobie became friends with the other teens.

💙you'd have sleepovers with them, where you and hobie sing for them.

🩵you two annoy miguel to no end by pulling pranks.

💙hobie scares anyone that tries flirting or get with you, it pisses you off.

💙but if it's unwanted, he will hurt them.

🩵if anyone touches you, he'd cut their arm off.

💙you tease him about his love life, but if you sense the tiniest bit of a red flag from them, you'd take him to the side and tell him.

🩵he'll leave that person the moment he returns.

💙If your hair is long enough braids/locs/dreads all the time.

🩵if not then he'll play with your hair till you sleep, in return you'd sing him to sleep.

💙show binge nights all the time.

🩵happy life all around now:)).

A/N2: this turned out longer than expected! But i love it<33,Imma start writing either miguel&teen!Reader Angst hcs or ben&child!Reader angst fluff hcs

[multifairyus]

Anyway I love Black people and seeing this explosion of creative and cultural expression is healing something in me I think 🥺

Now to make some Black ATSV moots to bounce playlist ideas off of…

[sea-starrzz]

Yea I am pretty normal if i do say so myself

[milimeters-morales]

Hobie does look like a violent friend to outside people but actually Gwen, Pavitr, and Miles LOVE being thrown around and getting hit with blunt objects and love roughhousing till they drop, so that's why he's doing that often. If anything, Hobie is the least violent to his friends, because if he leaves the three of them alone in a room for a few hours they'll end up breaking each other's bones and tearing out each other's hair. At least if he was there they'd learn how to apply that energy into creating something practical for homeless people or something

[boilingcowboy]

Across the Spider Verse wanting to make it look like there is a love triangle between Gwen, Hobie and Miles when in reality it's literally Hobie and Gwen being siblings and Miles completely misunderstanding it cus he feels left out (I don't blame him for it).

But like come on the way Gwen talks about Hobie is literally like a younger sibling talks about their older one also I know people think Gwen stealing Hobies stuff and living with him is supposed to be romantic or something but a younger sibling stealing your stuff and constantly being in your space is literally what Gwen is doing (also Gwen is literally homeless and Hobie is just helping her out).

And I could bet you if we saw their "a couple dozen" missions together it would be them arguing/bantering half of the time.

Also like Hobie just has this cooler older sibling vibe!!!!!

[maxarat]

BluePunk drabble for @punkeropercyjackson

BluePunk is Summer's name for Siblings!Hobie Brown and Percy Jackson, who is transfemme here

Percy was making dinner for her siblings Nico and Hazel when she heard the sound of a portal in the living room behind the singing of Gerard Way. “Hola, Hobie! Did you come hungry?” She shouted, assuming it was her third sibling. When her music was paused and skinny arms wrapped around her back, she knew she was right.

“Yeah, could use an Everton too.” Hobie let go of Percy to put a pot of coffee on and sat up on the counter. “Blue pancakes?”

“It was Mami’s go-to on Monday nights! We always have extra, so there’s plenty, but Hazel is with Peni and Nico is out seeing if anyone needs spidey-help, so we need to make sure to save some for when they get home.”

“O’ course, o’ course! Don’t think we can eat all of it anyway. Need help though?”

“Not really. I don’t like cooking in silence though, so if you want to talk or sing or play some music any of that would be great.”

Hobie hummed in acknowledgment, and it soon turned to the opening riff of Basket Case. Thalia had introduced him to the band one day when she was at the Jackson house, and this particular song of theirs was Hobie’s favorite of the bunch. It reminded him of Percy, who hummed along as she flipped a pancake with the perfect flick of her wrist. They continued like that for half an hour, Hobie singing as they kicked their legs and Percy humming along as she cooked.

When they were down, the two Spider-Punks went to the living room couch, leaning on each other as they ate. “These are great, Perce, thanks for making dinner.”

“That’s what big sisters do, we take care of our little siblings.” She booped his nose as if it helped with her point, and Hobie laughed.

“Well, you’re great at it.”

Percy hummed in confirmation. “I know it.”

[rere9500-18]

Mayday literally has 5 older siblings (3 brothers and 2 sisters). Idk what to tell you 🤷🏾‍♀️

[luzho]

NOPE (2022)

HELL YEAH MAN I LOVED THIS MOVIE!!! gorgeous and fun and mesmerizing and full of terrifying implications<3 (based on the posing of the cover of ‘Fletcher Street’ by Martha Camarillo)

[ID: This is a digital drawing of Daniel Kaluuya as OJ Haywood riding a horse, Lucky, while Jean Jacket chases them in his UFO form. He wears an orange hoodie and blue jeans, that along with Lucky’s green racing hood and the tube man props around them, contrast vibrantly against the dusty and arid landscape and the clear turquoise sky. Behind both OJ and Jean Jacket, the title of the film appears distorted. End ID]