#OH TO BE AN PETER FAN

[germaaaaaaaaaa]

WHAT AN BEAUTIFUL DAY TO BE ALIVE

just one chance Mr Kennedy cmon please

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also including this bc I can

[michelle-jacksons-art-blog]

The rumors are true: Peter B. Parker has TWO hands

[insanityisdivine]

16 Magazine presents: Rockline! Summer 1980

[melty-artz]

Columboooooo - I love him so much ;^;

[sleipliir]

Goth b- wait… Vio?!?🐍💚🖤

[buildoblivion]

thinking about lord president fivey so have this

[candlecoo-sideb-art]

You mentioned that you want Elias to have a small percentage of magic in his bloodline in your "Oh Everlong" AU, and that you wanted to make it something silly. What if you made him part Brownie? Brownies are hobgoblins/faeries that do menial tasks around a house like cleaning or fixing furniture. I can see him being annoyed by being the descendant of something so mundane, especially since he's all about power. It would be pretty funny, if you ask me.

I'd love to hear your thoughts! I can't wait to see where you take this AU; I'm always excited to see an update for it.

so the idea of Elias being a descendant of a brownie has been brought up but I have another idea.

I have always found Elias a lil fishy so it makes sense that he would be a descendant of a literal magical fish.

It still has the Beholding vibes while also being very silly.

[spidey-official]

*throws long brunette hair in a messy bun as i bat my gorgeous aqua blue orbs. i toss on my favorite pair of skinny jeans and my classic led zeppelin graphic tee. im nothing special, but boys always notice me wherever i go. i walk outside my apartment to all 5 of the boys that live next to me. i gasp, its one direction. they ask me to come inside. i do*

A/N: teehee (≧▽≦) hope u guys enjoyed my new chapter uwu!!! more coming next week if u give me commies (๑˘︶˘๑)!!!!!! XD just kidding LOL ....but am i? (｡・//ε//・｡)

[7lizardsinacoat]

"This is all your fault. Spankoffski. I just wanted to cheat off a geek!"

A digital painting of Pete(r) Spankoffski from Nerdy Prudes Must Die. He is the nerd. He is cool for once. He is the moment

Tumblr hates quality to click on the image to see it better! (And zoom in if you want to see all the details) And yes, I did reupload this. I wanted to do better.

[missionel]

peter what is your problem 😭

[losver07]

so we were doing an exercise in my english class at school and apparently i was the only one who knew the word “shack” so when my teacher asked where i got that vocabulary from i had to hold myself back not to say “actually i read a fanfiction...”

like how do i explain a 50yr old man (hes an hp fan too btw) that i know about the shrieking shack from a 188 chapter marauders fanfiction and have actually not finished reading the actual books yet?

how do i convince a grown man that four dead gay wizards from the 70s are more important to me than the actual main characters of the franchise?

[demigod-of-the-agni]

A DEVIL REBORN

Happy Halloween!!! A detailed ID will be placed under the cut (it's close to being 1K i could literally post this to Ao3)

p1. ड्याम्म (dyamma) - Nepali for "(feeling) full", "hitting something"

p3. Chutiya - Hindi for "idiot", "moron" and other related insults

p5. க்ரீச் (kreech) - Tamil onomatopoeia describing scraping/screeching sounds

[Extended Image ID: DYAMMA! Slamming his hands on a table, Achanba Okram finds himself in the darkness of his laboratory. He is wearing black clothes and a white lab coat on top, and has a bowl cut with rectangular glasses.

His thoughts whirl within boxes that are coloured gold and are outlined with red; they put a voice to the uneasy feelings Okram knows are stirring inside of him. The thought boxes read:

With Pavitr gone, I finally have time to string my thoughts together. Half-drowned answers bleed out of my pores. Coalescing like some great, abysmal creature of unknown origin.

Bracing his hands against the table, Okram is acutely aware of his body, of the gaping holes in his back that bubble with demonic energy. His thoughts narrate, My body quakes when I begin to question, wracked with paranoia. With dread, as if the idea of what I had to face was unbearable.

The holes in back — four of them, spaced evenly from each other — begin to ooze golden liquid, hot like fire and viscous like tar.

And yet, Okram thinks, I felt it all the same: that crawling, scintillating horror of my reality. Of my tainted flesh and blood. My being here is the work of demonic forces.

Golden arms, fluid yet bony, powered by some otherworldly thing, unravel from the void in his back. They flounder and expand around him, filling the lab with a cold glow. The fingers are tipped with talons, and, if he looked hard enough, Okram swears they are edged with blood.

I died years ago, Okram thinks. I lost my humanity to the fire of the devil's madness. Thus, the question remains: what is the future of Achanba Okram, a DEVIL REBORN?

The lights of the lab suddenly brighten, and Okram hears him before he sees him. His arms register the presence of the other person, immediately unraveling and slipping out of reality. Just outside, Pavitr Prabhakar's voice calls, "HEY, DOCTOR OKRAM! Sorry I'm late! Traffic was abysmal today."

Pavitr's entrance catches Okram by surprise, and he stutters out, "PAVITR?! You- ah- you have one of your shifts today?"

His thoughts reprimand him, You CHUTIYA! Pavitr always has his shifts on Tuesdays!

Pavitr is unaware of Okram's turmoil, sauntering into the laboratory while hefting up a white plastic bag. He's wearing a black and white flannel shirt, and he has circular earrings. Pavitr's eyes are trained on the bag in his hand. He answers Okram's question with, "Yeah, I do. I, uh, got a little hungry along the way (I'm always so hungry)." Pavitr whispers the last part as he lifts the bag up. He continues, "so I went and bought some vada pav, and—"

He suddenly pauses, his eyes locking onto Okram. He can't tell what is going beyond Pavitr's eyes, but the other man's analysing gaze unnerves Okram to a degree beyond description.

(In Pavitr's POV: his Spider-Sense was just triggered. Red and gold squiggly lines emanate from and surround his head in a halo.)

Pavitr lowers the bag slightly in concern. "Uhm," Pavitr says "are you okay, Doctor?"

Dread and fear floods Okram's system. Suddenly he is hyperaware of everything in the room, including the golden arm that has sprouted from his back and was lying on the workbench behind him, right in Pavitr's line of sight.

Play dumb! Okram's mind screams at him. Accordingly, Okram replies, a tad too tightly, "Of course I am, Pavitr! Why wouldn't I be?"

KREECH. The golden arm scrapes its taloned fingers across the table, no doubt giving away its location.

Okram chuckles nervously, sweating almost immediately, at which his mind howls, Not that dumb!

Pavitr narrows his eyes at Okram and at the golden arm on the workbench. "Are those...demonic arms?" he asks Okram, a shadow crossing his face.

(In Pavitr's POV: In the back of his mind, Pavitr sees a vague and faded image forming in response to seeing the arms. He remembers Doctor Octopus, the man with two extra sets of arms who had attacked him many years ago; he was one of the first villains Pavitr fought as Spider-Man. But... Doctor Octopus died a long time ago. Perhaps...?)

"Oh, Doctor..."

Pavitr's gaze softens as he asks, "Are you being haunted by demons? Have you been attacked by them? Why didn't you tell me? I'm so sorry this has been happening to you. I can't imagine how stressful this is for you." A moment, and then, "Do you want to talk about?"

Okram hides his face in his hands, quickly responding, "No, I'm alright, Pavitr."

Pavitr walks forward, placing his bag down and reaching down to place a reassuring hand on Okram's shoulder. "But, Doctor, men of your generation have ignored their mental health for too long."

"Yes, I know," Okram sighs.

"It'll be okay, Doctor," Pavitr promises, "we can figure something out!"

"And what?" Okram asks somewhat sarcastically. "You will be here with me 'every step of the way'?"

"One hundred percent!" Pavitr says.

Behind them, one of Okram's demonic arms reaches out to peer at Pavitr and Okram; if an arm could be happy, it certainly was. The arm is seemingly pleased with Pavitr's helpful and understanding nature. /.End ID]

[maigetheplatypus57]

hey. hey.

Evbo. Seawatt. Emf.

Jesus. Judas. Peter.

[no-mercy-bby]

GUYS PETER PLAYING PING PONG WITH HIMSELF IS A SNOOPY THANKSGIVING REFERENCE!!

[just-a-twinge-of-cosmic-angst]

I may or may not have made something fairly unhinged.....

[ID: A series of clips from the Fifth Doctor episode 'The King's Demons' (set in End 1215, and centering around the Master and Magna Carta) to the Horrible Histories song 'Magna Carta 800 Years' End ID]

[sleipliir]

Vampire octo boi 🦇🐙❤️

&

Goth Vampire octo boi 🦇🐙🖤

Also.. Color refs for both cuz why not