#Punk Pig Comic

[punkpigcomic]

Been working on some things on the side. I apologize for the lack of content since... 2020.

[camo-wolf]

Good

Be the best that it can be

[420technoblazeit]

i keep seeing people make the argument that hobie's WAY older than gwen and pavitr despite the fact that they're all really close friends in the movie. and i get that there's no canon established age for him in atsv yet but let's be honest. it's because he's black and miles is 'less threatening' than him isn't it

[monstrousliarstold]

Spider-Ham/Punk and WereWolverine

[deadeyedtroll]

Charlotte’s Dark Web

[rickybtherocknrollrat]

Quick #markersketch: Ricky just doesn’t understand how formal attire works at all.

#originalcharactersketch #cartoonartist #dontfuckwiththewongs #chipig #punkrockers #ratman #fancydress #formalattire

[panzerdrako]

The next spiderverse movie should be ...

I got the same feeling…. WTF!

[redstarwriting]

the clash | vi. (with someone you shouldn’t’ve)

hobie brown x goth!reader

word count: 2.2k

genre: enemies to lovers

warnings: language, insults, hobie hating you (sort of), you hating hobie, angry hobie, death, there’s a murder, SORT OF GRAPHIC death scene, injuries, ANGST, a plot twist!, sort of allusions to s*icide

a/n: ok y’all. this one’s a lil shorter, but this is where it starts getting whacky. the way i’m writing this is sort of like if i was writing a comic book, so this is a WHOLE ASS PLOTLINE that i could see being illustrated in my brain. i hope you enjoy, bc it’s about to get WILD. don’t worry tho the fluff will come bc i’m soft(ish)

previous chapter: v. ever fallen in love

now reading: vi. (with someone you shouldn’t’ve)

next chapter: vii. i wanna be sedated

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First thing’s first, Hobie needs to find out where the Prowler of your world might be. He could always call Miles and ask him where his Uncle Aaron lived, but that seems a little… insensitive. If there’s anything he knows about the Prowler, he knows that he’s a thief. So, Hobie snatches your police dispatcher and listens for some burglaries being reported. Getting any type of assistance from the police pains him to his very core, but he’s not about to wake you up and let you know what he’s about to do. He crouches on the railing of your balcony and stares out at your city. He hears calls about someone robbing a Bloodega, not the Prowler. Some kids snuck into a club, also not what he needs. “Come on, pigs,” he mumbles, “give me somethin’ useful here.”

That’s when his ears perk up.

“Reports of someone lurking around of Oscorp Labs, suspicions that it might be the Prowler. Units on standby for Spider-Goth, do not engage with the Prowler.”

Do not engage? What the hell? Isn’t he a villain? Hobie quickly understands what’s going on.

He works with the cops.

Fuck this assshole.

He leaps off your balcony, webbing his way through your city. It may not be his style, necessarily, but it’s a nice place. He can see why you like it so much. He’s actually been webbing through it more than he ever expected to with how much he visits you. He knows deep down that he’s visiting so much only to see you, but outwardly he likes to pretend it’s just to see Shadow. He knows more about your world than Miles, Pav, or Gwen’s which is interesting considering he’s known you only about 3 and a half months. Luckily, you live only a short web swing away from Oscorp, so he can’t get too lost in his thoughts about you and can end this guy faster. He lands on the top of the building and glances around. He notices a perfectly cut hole in the glass a few floors down, so he crawls down and through into the building. It’s dark. He tries to stay as quiet as he possibly can because he knows that’s how you would do it, but damn. He just isn’t good at stealth. And this is factual apparently, because he gets the feeling someone is watching him and just barely jumps out of the way from what looks like a whip covered in spikes. He lands on the ground in a crouched position when he hears a somewhat familiar sounding voice. “Who the hell are you?”

“Can ask you the same question, mate,” Hobie says, “The answer will make this whole thing so much easier.”

“You one of that freak’s friends?”

“Something like that,” Hobie responds. “I take it you’re the Prowler?”

“The one and only,” he says, and Hobie rolls his eyes under his mask. “Mate, do I have some news for you,” he snorts, and the Prowler flicks his wrist. His whip makes some mechanical noise and green and purple light starts shining through it in little places where the metal isn’t completely welded together. Hobie motions to it. “Bet you’re proud a’ that. What are you? A cybergoth? cyborgoth?”

“I’ll ask this one more time. Who are you?”

“Name’s Spider-Man, also known as Spider-Punk,” Hobie says, and the Prowler groans. “There’s another one? You’ve got to be kidding.”

“There’s a lot more than just me and them, mate,” Hobie crouches down, ready to leap out of the way if need be. “Why are you here? Where’s my insect at?”

Hobie doesn’t like the way he called you his. “They’re not yours,” he hisses at him. The Prowler is quiet for a moment before laughing. “Oh. I see. Didn’t know they had a boyfriend,” he says, before whipping towards Hobie. He jumps out of the way in time, but almost doesn’t because boyfriend? Excuse me? “Not their boyfriend!” he yells, landing on the ceiling and glaring down at the Prowler. “No? Then why are you here? I figured it was because of how badly I beat them. Their screams were so entertaining.” Hobie hates this man. He clenches his jaw. “Nowhere near as entertainin’ as yours’ll be, dickhead,” he grunts, jumping down and shooting a web at the Prowlers legs. Luckily, the Prowler wasn’t expecting that, and Hobie is able to yank his legs out from underneath him. He falls hard, and Hobie smirks. “Oh sorry, did that hurt?” Hobie says, and the Prowler growls, standing up faster than Hobie anticipated. “I’ll kill you.”

“Not if I kill you first, mate,” Hobie says, anger seeping out of his words. “A spider that willingly kills, huh? Is that why you came to find me?” he chuckles, “I feel like you and I could be good friends,” the Prowler’s chuckle turns into a laugh, and it pisses Hobie off even more. “I’d rather die than be friends with someone like you,” Hobie shoots another web at him, but this time the prowler dodges it. He flicks his wrist, and Hobie feels the whip make contact with his side. He grunts in pain. This must be what got you earlier today. “That can be arranged. You’re even worse than your little partner,” the Prowler says, and Hobie can hear the smirk. He wants to punch that fucking smirk off his stupid face. Hobie stands again, grabbing his guitar. If it’s a fight to the death this fucker wants, it’s a fight he’ll get. And Hobie will not be dying tonight. “Oh, what are you gonna do? Power chord me out of existence?”

“More like beat your ass until you kick it,” Hobie growls, “but if ya want me to do it with style, I’ll play ya a song over your dead body.”

“Bold of you to assume I’ll be the one dying tonight,” the Prowler says and uses his whip again. Hobie jumps out of the way, and his eyes widen as he dodges two bullets in midair. He lands on the ground and sees that the Prowler’s gauntlets are guns as well. He scoffs. “How much that suit cost ya?”

“Would have cost a lot if I didn’t steal it or invent it myself, but I did,” Hobie dodges two more bullets, but lands directly on the Prowlers whip, causing him to slip and fall. “Luckily my agreement with the police got me the state-of-the-art tech that I needed,” the Prowler confesses. “Fuck,” Hobie grunts, jumping up as quickly as he can. “I’m gonna love telling Spider-Goth I took down their boyfriend.”

“Not their boyfriend!” Hobie yells, jumping out of the way of his whip, and more bullets.

“I find that very hard to believe.”

“Look, how ‘bout we settle this without any gadgets, eh? See who wins then?” Hobie says, and the Prowler scoffs. “If you can’t beat me at my best, you can’t beat me at my worst.”

“Actually, yeah I can. Dunno if you’re realizin’, but I’m still alive and breathin’,” Hobie says, jumping out of the way of his whip yet again. This time, though, Hobie was prepared. He webs the whip and yanks it as hard as he can. The Prowler is airborne as Hobie swings him to the other side of the room. He lands with a thud, and Hobie webs over to him, doing a flip to land a kick directly to the face. The Prowler manages to get his whip wrapped around Hobie’s ankle and flings him back across the room. He crashes into some glass wall and groans. “As much as I fuck with your ‘fuck the establishment attitude,’ Spider-Goth ain’t gonna be too happy with me if I destroy another buildin’,” Hobie says, shaking his head, hearing some glass fall down next to him. Then, the alarms start blaring. ‘Great, probably broke somethin’ important,’ he thinks before noticing a piece of glass stuck in his arm. ‘Gotta make this quick,’ he thinks, grunting as he pulls the glass out of his arm. “Like I give a fuck what makes them mad,” the Prowler says, running towards Hobie. He leaps out of the way, webbing his leg again and causing him to slip and fall. Hobie then delivers a blow to the side of his face with his guitar, but thanks to his armor, it just hurts him more than anything.

Then Hobie hears hissing. He leaps up onto the ceiling just before a mechanical snake was about to sink its stupid metal fangs into him. “Made yourself friends ‘cause ya ain’t got any? I’d be gutted for you if ya weren’t such a dick,” Hobie says, webbing the snake and jumping off of the ceiling. He does a flip in midair, swinging the snake with him and throwing it at the Prowler. He dodges just in time, but Hobie is able to deliver another blow to him. This time, Hobie goes for his leg. And he hears a crack. Just as he wanted. The Prowler shrieks out in pain. 

Hobie lands next to him and bends down. “Hope that hurt, fucker,” he spits, striking his other leg in the same fashion. He dodges the mechanical snake again, grabbing it and using his strength to break it in one squeeze. He throws it to the side and dodges more bullets from the Prowler’s gauntlets. Unsurprisingly, Hobie goes for both arms next. He stops when the man is rendered completely useless, rolling the Prowler over on his back. “I win,” Hobie says, and even he is taken aback at how menacing his voice sounds. The Prowler grunts, “You sure you’re a good guy?” Hobie ignores him and stands beside his head. “I do what I want. Any last words?”

The Prowler is silent for a moment before speaking. “Tell them that their boyfriend would have been able to save–”

Hobie doesn’t let him finish.

In fact, Hobie has trouble stopping even after he knows the deed is done. He didn’t even give Osborn this kind of disrespect. But this guy is different. All Hobie has to do is think about the state of your back, how you still blame yourself for what this motherfucker did to someone you cared so much about, and he’s swinging his guitar again.

He only stops when there’s nothing left to hit.

He breathes heavily, observing what he’s done in the flashing red lights as the alarm blares in the background. He walks back to the window, glancing back at what he’s done before leaping out and webbing away as fast as possible. He hopes no one saw him. Doesn’t want anyone confusing you for him.

He lands on your balcony and sees Shadow waiting for him inside the doors. He opens them and hears the cat meow at him. He leans down, giving him a few scratches, before opening a portal to his world. He goes home, falling on his bed. He groans, feeling the injuries he got for the first time. The adrenaline was keeping him going that entire fight. He gets up, and begins mending his injuries. Halfway through the last set of stitches he has to give himself, he gets a call on his watch from Miguel. He rolls his eyes, ready to get yelled at for, ‘interfering with the fate of the multiverse, yaddah yaddah yaddah blah blah blah boring boring boring.’

“Yeah, what d’ya want?” he answers, finishing up his stitches. “Get to Spider Society immediately.”

“I’m a little busy here, mate can it–”

“NO! It can’t wait, Hobie! Get here now!” Miguel screams, hanging up. Hobie groans. He was supposed to go back to your world so when you wake up, he would be there and explain why he did what he did. He could just go back… but then Miguel might show up in your world. And he sure as hell doesn’t want that. Sighing, he opens a portal to earth-2099, walking through and ending up in Miguel’s multi-screened research room. “Do you know what you did.”

“Killed a bloody villain, what of it?” Hobie asks, already annoyed. Miguel pounds his fist on the desk. “You interfered with (Y/n)’s timeline, Hobart!”

“I was protecting them!”

“YOU CREATED AN ANOMALY!” Miguel screams, and Hobie frowns. “How did I–”

“You killed a villain not a part of your own world, a villain who played a role in a major canon event of (Y/n)’s and now–”

“Would you come off it with the fuckin’ canon events?! Whatever it is will be resolved in one way or another!”

“Hobie you don’t understand–”

“He hurt them! Was I just supposed to stand around and let it happen?!”

“YES! We’re Spider-People it’s part of the job,” Miguel screams, and Hobie rolls his eyes. “I thought you hated them anyways, why did you want to protect them so bad?!” Miguel asks, and Hobie freezes. That… is actually a good question. He sees your injuries in his mind again and his frown deepens. Why did he want to protect you? Surely, he doesn’t… like you? No, he wouldn’t have done what he just did for a just a friend, though he would have still hunted the Prowler down. But the thought of him hurting you drove him to do unspeakable things… which he did. Is it… does he like you romantically?

His eyes widen. It would make sense if he felt that way. He was around you 24/7. These past two days were torture. He likes the way you challenge him. He likes the way you look, he likes the way you speak, he likes– “Hobie. Answer me.” His thoughts get cut off by Miguel, and he swallows hard. “I… I actually can’t answer that right now,” he says, and Miguel frustratedly runs his hand through his hair. “Hobie. What you just did…”

“Is bad, I know–”

“It’s not just bad. It’s detrimental.”

“What do you–”

“Do you know who you killed?” Miguel asks, and Hobie scoffs. “Obviously. I killed the Prowler, probably some variant of Aaron Davis or–”

“The Prowler on Earth-666 is not Aaron Davis,” Miguel says, frowning at him. “Did I kill Miles? You know his voice did sound kind of familiar…” Hobie asks, feeling a little worse about the way he handled the situation. “No. It wasn’t Miles, either.” Hobie looks up at Miguel, who takes a deep breath. “The Prowler on Earth-666 was Hobart Brown.”

Hobie feels like he just got hit with a pound of bricks. This is too much for him to process in one night. “I… what?”

“You just killed yourself.” Hobie shakes his head. “I–”

“He sounded familiar because he was you. Just without the English accent,” Miguel says. “Did (Y/n) know?” he asks, less concerned with the fact that he technically killed himself, and more concerned with the fact that he did all of those things to you. Miguel shakes his head no. “They didn’t. They were never supposed to know,” Miguel affirms, and Hobie lets out a shaky breath. He unclenches the fists he didn’t realize he formed. He feels the indents his nails made on his palms, but he doesn’t care. He was genuinely scared for a minute there. How would you react towards him if you know he was the one torturing you for so long? He nods. “Good.”

“There’s something else I need to tell you, Hobie,” Miguel says, and Hobie looks at him. “You changed a canon event. So far, the world seems stable… but you’re not going to like what will happen next,” Miguel says, turning away from him. Hobie jumps up to the platform Miguel is standing on. “Will (Y/n) be okay?” he sounds a little too frantic, and Miguel glances over at him. “You care too much for them.”

“Bollocks,” Hobie retorts, and Miguel sighs. “I knew you would like them,” he mumbles before pulling up information on your Earth onto the monitors. Hobie sees the Venom symbiote pop up and frowns. You haven’t had to deal with that yet. “The Venom symbiote was meant to bond to Hobart Brown on (Y/n)’s Earth. Now, the symbiote is going to bond to (Y/n), which is bad. This symbiote is unlike the other Venoms. It’s angrier. Deadlier. He would have been the worst enemy they ever had to face. I’ve been mentoring them as a secret way to help them train to be able to defeat him because… well…”

“Cause what?”

“Hobie Brown with the Venom symbiote would have been unstoppable,” Miguel says, turning to Hobie and delivering information that makes a chill run down his spine.

“Hobart Brown was meant to kill (Y/n) (L/n).”

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[secretaryofpuppetry]

OKOK, I've been cooking up a BIG OL’ post all about my a very first Eltingville Club OC, Jonesy Jabbor! Below is a CRAP ton of different information about them, but I'll keep the basics up here. Thank you so ANYONE that takes the time to read; I've grown extremely passionate and attached towards this character, so I always love talking about her!

FULL NAME: Jonesy Jett Jabbor

FAN AFFILIATION: Eltingville Comic Book, Science-Fiction, Fantasy, Horror And Role-Playing Club Member

MEMBER #006

Secretary of Puppetry

FAVORITE SHIT:

The Muppets, Fanfiction, Leather Face, Jim Henson, Care Bears, Unicorns, Slasher Flicks, Miffy, Fraggle Rock, C-3PO, Tom & Jerry, The Dark Crystal, Kirby, Marvin The Martian, Animaniacs, Blind Box Toys, Harley Quinn, Plush Collectibles, Folk Punk, Fairies

DOB: 03/03/1983 ♓

QUEER FACTS: genderfuild, pansexual/panromantic, they/she pronouns

FAV COLOR: pink

FAV FOODS: loaded nachos, jalapeno poppers, smoothies, boba tea, ice cream, chocolate chip cookies

FAV SEASON: summer

FAV MOVIE: The Muppets Take Manhattan

FAV VIDEO GAME: Yoshi's Island

FAV MUSICAN/BAND: Harley Poe

FAV FLOWERS: Peonies, Forget-Me-Nots, Baby's Breath, & Daffodils

• Jonesy is a student at Eltingville High School, works part-time at a local bakery, and is the official 6th member of the Eltingville Comic Book, Science-Fiction, Fantasy, Horror And Role-Playing Club: they act as the club’s Secretary of Puppetry.

• Jonesy's bread n' butter in terms of fandom interests is any media that uses puppetry! They have consumed any and all media relating to The Muppets, along with Jim Henson's others works, and will actively seek out any media with puppetry. (even if it's geared towards a younger demographic). This has caused them to become a walking muppets encyclopedia of sorts, and will take any opportunity to discuss those talking pigs and frogs. Their favorite Muppet movie is The Muppets Take Manhattan, and their favorite muppet is Rowlf the Dog.

• Besides puppetry media, Jonesy also has a wide interest of other nerdy media. They mainly have a fondness for cartoons (either cutesy media like Care Bears, Strawberry Shortcake, or more classic slapstick cartoons such as Looney Tunes or Tom and Jerry) and horror films (mainly slasher flicks such as Texas Chainsaw Massacre or Child's Play). Jonesy also really enjoys Batman related media, animated fantasy films (The Last Unicorn, most Studio Ghibli films), and is already very familiar with the Star Wars franchise (it's her brother's special interest) - so they are able to connect and click with the other members of the club just from shared interests to start.

• Jonesy first met the club members while they were attending middle school as preteens - it begun when Jonesy first became official lab partners with Jerry in science class, and they both found out they had a shared interest with Studio Ghibli and other niche interests. Jonesy then proceeded to seat themselves at the lunch table Jerry shared with Bill, Josh, Pete, and Rex (a friend’s eltingville club OC), since she had no one else to sit with at lunch. Bill relented on kicking this friend of Jerry’s out from theie table when Jonesy offered their full box of cosmic brownies to the group, and promised they would say out of their game of MTG.

• Jonesy was able to secure their spot as a secretary of puppetry for a multitude of reasons; almost unlimited discounted/leftover pastries from their job, a consistent flow of their own money they could use for any of the clubs endeavors, playing on the shared interests of the other other members just to get on their sides. But what ultimately landed their spot was winning a trivia-off between themself and Pete (he was randomly selected from the boys literally drawings straws). Jonesy lucked out since she was already knowledgeable on horror related trivia, so their fight went back and forth about facts mainly related to horror, along with pops of other somewhat obscure fandom lores.

• Jonesy fought her way to the nail into becoming a club member once she had realized the boys had formed their own club surrounding fandom together; Jonesy barely had any other friends outside of the five boys, and her need to strengthen the friendship with them bordered on desperation. That meant they would pull out ALL the stops just to get in. And ultimately... her plan worked.

• What was the question that made Pete stumble you may ask? “Who was the first Muppet to become popular nationwide?” - Pete answered with an overly confident ‘Kermit the Frog...’ when it was actually Rowlf the Dog. Cue the hilarious embarrassment and rage from both Bill and Pete respectively.

• Afterwards, Jonesy continues to be a very active member in the Eltingville Club, which ultimately leads to them bonding and forming a friendship with the rest of the club. Jonesy doesn't really care to make any other friends outside of the guys; despite all the toxicity and chaos within the group, Jonesy genuinely feels an earnest connection between all of them, and deeply treasures the moments of peace and camaraderie among all six of them.

• Jonesy lives in an apartment with her single mother (Sandy), and elder brother (Phillip). Jonesy and Phillip's father (Eric) is not in the picture, as their parents got a divorce when they were both toddlers. They used to visit their father every other weekend, but stopped during their preteen years due to Eric's explosive behavior from excessive drinking/alcoholism. Jonesy's home life it's not the most stable environment. They get into constant fights with her mother, as Sandy is also an alcoholic and constantly has drinking/smoking (of the Mary Jane variety) buddies over for hangouts that can turn into parties at the drop of a dime. Jonesy does have a slightly better and closer relationship with Phil; they bond over Star Wars, cartoons, movies and comics.

• In terms of Jonesy's academics, the subject is something they've always struggled with. They are a special ed student and has a resource class, as they have been officially diagnosed with a learning disability. Jonesy mainly struggles with reading, spelling, and mathematics, but otherwise is a decent enough student. Their grades are mostly Bs and Cs, along with the occasionally A (mainly either from English or Art classes), but they often fail science or history classes. They also have a bad habit of procrastinating, failing to show their mom her report card, and getting into trouble due to not turning in homework or larger projects. Overall, school is mainly stressful for Jonesy, and they only look forward to it due to favorite classes and being able to see the club members during lunch and other classes.

• Jonesy was able to pick up a job at a small, local bakery due with some help from their mom, as Sandy is close friends with the owner of the establishment. Jonesy mainly works under the customer service side of things; working as a cashier, speaking directly to customers, and giving the customers their goods. They'll also help with baking larger goods in the back such as cookies or breads. Jonesy normally work 3 days a week (Mon, Wednes, and Fri after school), and normally picks up extra shifts during the holidays or busier weeks. They're able to keep all the money they make it to themselves... but struggle with saving, as most teenagers do. Normally Jonesy will end up blowing their paycheck on snacks, fandom related collectibles, or lending their friends money for club or hang out related shenanigans.

• Jonesy is the type of person to feel their emotions very quickly and deeply; making her come across as someone that can be rather eccentric and intense when they're not being shy. Around those she trust, Jonesy often comes across rather ditzy but curious, very bubbly and affectionate, occasionally rowdy and boisterous, and even nurturing and gentler during quieter moments. Jonesy also has people pleaser tendencies, so they often want to be helpful, keep some semblance of peace during squabbles, and DEEPLY treasures any compliments or recognition they get from loved ones (aka the club members). Jonesy can also be very sensitive and has the tendencies to take things personally when deeply hurt, hold grudges and has difficulty forgiving people. But when you gain Jonesy's admiration and trust, it'll take A LOT for them to fully become upset with you, and she can often come across as clingy and almost obsessive when having intense feelings (romantic and/or platonic) for someone; especially if plans get canceled they go too long without seeing any of her friends.

• Jonesy is a very artistic and crafty person; they naturally enjoy doing more artistic hobbies where they can let their ideas bloom and form. Their most unique skill under the types of art they engage in is puppet making; they've created several Muppet centric puppets out of felt, foam, and a variety of other materials to experiment with shapes, colors, and expressions. Jonesy also enjoys drawing, coloring books, sticker collecting, scrapbooking, journaling, and occasionally writing and poetry. They also love getting creative in the kitchen; mainly preferring to bake as a teenager and making different types of cookies and cupcakes.

Relationships w/ Club Members:

• Bill: Despite the constant bickering and obnoxious back and forth between the two, Jonesy does deeply care about Bill just as much as the other club members. Honestly, they actually hold a lot of sympathy towards Bill due to them both coming from broken and dysfunctional homes with alcoholic parents. They have been several occasions where Jonesy has let Bill stay at their place if he got into a nasty spat with his mom, and in turn, Bill eventually returns the favor by offering the same refuge for Jonesy. Overall, Bill is secretly happy he allowed Jonesy to be a member of the club in the first place; he'll never admit how secure and safe of Jonesy can make him feel, but keeping her around despite all of their little fights says enough.

• Josh: Jonesy would consider Josh her best friend, and they share the closest relationship with him out of all the other members of the club. They hold a lot of sympathy, understanding, and respect towards Josh; often taking his side if Bill or the others are going to far with the bullying or teasing, ESPECIALLY towards his weight. Jonesy also holds a crush towards Josh after only a year of knowing him, but chooses not to act on those feelings for the time being; mainly due to nervousness and inexperience towards the fields of dating. Josh also has feelings for Jonesy, but has a fear of rejection and believes his feelings would not be reciprocated. Thankfully, the two of them still get along very well and will often hang out with each other one on one outside of the club (mainly movie marathons at Josh's house where they can binge Star Trek and show each other their different collections, and usually fall asleep... cuddling...). But to put it bluntly, these two are very attached to each other without a doubt. Josh has been very protective and kind towards Jonesy since day one, and can't really imagine his life without her during his teenage years.

• Pete: Jonesy and Pete get along extremely well with one another; both in terms of shared interests and having the same amount of high energy on their good days. Even when they argue, they'll patch things up rather quickly. They both listen to ICP together and will borrow each other's ICP CDs (along with some other music, mainly different genres of rock and metal), and Jonesy has a surprisingly high tolerance towards gore and violence, so Pete has someone to watch more gnarly horror flicks with who won't get squeamish. Outside of that, Jonesy is very caring and helpful towards Pete and always keeping an eye out for him, since they know it can be rough for him at home. In turn, Pete is extremely protective towards Jonesy and won't hesitate to sucker punch someone if someone even gives Jonesy a slight glare. They both also have feelings towards each other, but of course, they're both too nervous to act upon them.

• Jerry: Jonesy vibes very well with Jerry, as he was the first member of the club they met before meeting the rest of them. The both clicked right away just in science class alone and work well with each other in terms of completing tasks and projects (whether it's school work, cooking, planning on ideas for campaigns, ect). They both also love watching Studio Ghibli films together, and Jerry likes having someone that won't judge, and actually encourages, him for the couple plushies he does own. Jonesy has no qualms with calling out Jerry for his own negative behaviors, but they do appreciate how he attempts to be more the sensible one in the group, and just wishes he had a bigger backbone. Jerry deeply respects Jonesy and is always surprised as someone as funny, witty, and dare he think... beautiful as them would even bother hanging out with him and the rest of the club in the first place.

• Rex: These two are like two peas in a pod! Jonesy and Rex are able to easily goof off and bounce off each other, while also knowing how to keep things somewhat stable and calm within the group. They've also hung out with each other outside of the group on multiple occasions; often watching anime together, cook up recipes they want to try, have lingy discussions about reptiles and other animals, or even confide in each other over their crushes... They both balance each other very nicely. Jonesy is able to pull Rex back a bit if his energy or anxiety is too high, while Rex can do vice versa to Jonesy AND encourage them to crack out of her shell a little bit. Jonesy adores Rex to bits, and is happy to have a friend they can be physically affectionate with. Rex honestly feels the same way; the two of them being very protective and supportive of each other.

Extra Facts, Quriks, n’ Gags:

there are two ways to know if Jonesy is in a room. hearing the jingling and clacking of multiple keychains, or suddenly smelling a heavy, bold scent of strawberries; either sugared strawberries, or strawberry shortcake

stutters when they're nervous or overly excited

bites on their nails when bored or nervous

has a Jim Henson shrine in their bedroom

ALSO get swirly eyes like Josh does whenever they feel extreme emotions

has a shopping addiction, especially towards blind box figures/toys

they have a habit of falling asleep very easily; if they're over any of the club members’ bedrooms and on their bed, they're out like a light

spins and twirls around as a stim when they're happy and/or just listening to music

has a mini first aid kit on them at ALL times

they listen to their music extremely loudly. you can hear whatever they're listening to even while they're wearing their headphones

has a habit of snapping their fingers over and over when trying to think of or remember something

if you get a REALLY good laugh out of them, wheezing and snorting will be involved

sings in the shower AND when they believe they're alone; if they're listening to music while in the kitchen, they're probably also pacing around and dancing (gets EXTREMELY embarrassed if caught)

loves walking and walks everywhere; their habit of going on short 10 to 15 minute walks multiple times a day has gotten them compared to a dog

addicted to maple syrup, honey, and sweets in general; they keep a bottle of honey in their nightstand

(credit to @chernobylchan for the artwork used in the mood board! full pieces below, n’ what I would consider to be Pre Epilogue Jonesy's official reference for design/colors<3)

[testure-1988]

About Me

Name: Al /Ali

Age: 34

Cisgender

Sign: Taurus

Pronouns: she/her

USA (NJ)

Goth

Aromantic

Neurodivergent (ADHD, APD, anxiety)

Agnostic

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What I'm mainly interested in:

The Goth subculture/ trad goth stuff

Music in general (I love Industrial, Experimental, Noise, EBM, Goth Rock, Darkwave, Doom Metal, Post-Punk, Punk Rock, Grindcore, a plethora of different Electronic genres, 80s New Wave, Italo Disco, 90s/80s Hip Hop, and many other genres).

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Elden Ring

Lord Of The Rings

Skyrim

Cartoons

Batman

Little Nemo In Slumberland (the comic strip)

Mythology (Norse, Greek & Egyptian mainly)

Elvira, Mistress of The Dark

The Addams Family

Edward Gorey

Edgar Allan Poe

Some of my favorite bands/artists:

Skinny Puppy, Godflesh, Tom Waits, Einsturzende Neubauten, Meat Beat Manifesto, Coil, The Cure, Front 242, Bauhaus, Siouxsie And The Banshees, Severed Heads, Alien Sex Fiend, Acid Bath, Throbbing Gristle, Cabaret Voltaire, Depeche Mode, Japan, Tears For Fears, Type O Negative, Clan Of Xymox, Virgin Prunes, Cocteau Twins, Aphex Twin, Boards Of Canada, Massive Attack, Autechre, Goldie, Merzbow, Agent Side Grinder, The Klinik, (old) Ministry, Nine Inch Nails, (old) KMFDM, Front Line Assembly, Fad Gadget, Revolting Cocks, Nurse With Wound, SPK, Clock DVA, :wumpscut:, Christian Death (Rozz only), Swans, The Sisters Of Mercy, Joy Division, Dead Can Dance, Sleep, Black Sabbath (with Ozzy only), Electric Wizard, Neurosis, Cult of Luna, Isis, Ningen Isu, Yoko Kanno, Church Of Misery, Napalm Death, Anaal Nathrakh, Pig Destroyer, Nasum, Bongzilla, Phobia, Doom, Pink Floyd, Altar De Fey, TR/ST, Boy Harsher, George Clanton, Underword, The Orb, The Future Sound Of London, 808 State, Orbital, B12, LFO, Amon Tobin, The Prodigy, Ulver, Kraftwerk, Dissecting Table, Anaal Nathrakh, Lycia, Tim Hecker, Akira Yamaoka, Deftones, Porcupine Tree, Hello Meteor, The Devil & The Universe, Wardruna, Goldie, Public Enemy, A Tribe Called Quest, Naughty By Nature, Geto Boys, NWA, Wu Tang Clan, Mos Def, Common, KRS One, The Pharcyde

Current favorite bands/artists ATM:

Coil, Jim Kirkwood, 90s Jungle & DnB

[hobie-enthusiast]

FATES AND CANONS !

— hobie brown x gn!reader

— hobie brown and his six canon events

— angst, fluff, comfort, no happy ending (kinda?), petnames, major character death (twice, including reader), pretty long fic, might go against some comic canons, anarchist reader, cutesy kisses

— let’s play spot the tv girl reference 😜 anyway sorry for the delay ive been traveling, got sick, and now school starts next week, woohoo. so enjoy this for a little :)

The first canon event Hobie Brown experienced was being bitten by a radioactive spider.

But of course, that much is known. It’s the origin of every Spider-person in every dimension. That story has been over-told.

The real stories come from the preceding canon events, one that though every Spider-person goes through, it’s story-worthy each time.

—

The second canon event Hobie Brown experienced was the death of his best friend.

This friend was someone so dear to him, one he met at his lowest times on the streets. They picked each other up, helped each other out, and always had each other's backs. His best friend had big dreams just like him; stop the corrupt system of the Prime Minister and uplift the voices of the minorities. And his way of doing that was joining the police force, working on the inside to break it down and show others that the government is corrupt. Hobie had a friend on the inside, and together, they were able to stage protests and riots that were completely unbothered by the troops, thanks to his friend’s rank as captain.

Until he got infected with Norman Osborn's toxicity.

Hobie didn't realize it was him. He was bringing down those pigs left and right with his soundwaves, fighting for his side. He thought that there was no way he was in this. He was stronger than that.

But then he finished them all, and when the black goo disintegrated from the bodies, he saw that all-too-familiar person.

Hobie Brown had killed his best friend.

He was quick to run to his side, hands trembling. "Shit mate.. 't wasn't supposed t' be you."

"Hobie..?" His friend questioned, only then laughing quietly. "Hmm.. shoulda known my best mate t'was the coolest super in the world."

Quickly, Hobie moves his friend to a secluded alleyway, where he can take his mask off. There, his friend can see the way tears prick the corners of Hobie’s eyes. No one ever really sees him cry. This was a sight, a sad one at that.

"'m so sorry.." Hobie whispers.

His friend shakes his head. “Don’t be. Ya did good.”

Despite those words, Hobie couldn’t help but feel deeply guilty. He was just trying to do good? Why did this happen?

He was Spider-punk. Wasn’t he supposed to be able to save everyone?

“Ya gotta keep doin’ this.”

Hobie’s thoughts were interrupted as his friend grabbed his arm, gaining his attention. He was way worse looking than a couple seconds ago. Blood pooled around his stomach. Hands stained red from coughing it up. He wasn’t going to make it. Hobie knew that.

“Not killin’ your best friend, obviously.” He laughs at his own joke weakly. “But fightin’ for the people. They need ya, Hobie.”

Hobie nods in understanding. He promised him he would. It was always easier to make a dying person such bold promises. But Hobie could never give up on helping the people.

Even as his best friend takes his final breath, Hobie swore to protect the innocent. Even if he can’t save everyone, he’ll try his hardest.

Because that’s what he promised his best friend.

—

The third canon event Hobie Brown experienced was meeting the love of his life.

It was post concert; spirits were high and everyone was dying to meet the lead guitarist. Hobie’s onstage presence was something to marvel at, one that everyone adored.

You were no exception. You noticed the way Hobie was seemingly getting lost in the music. He was so passionate about his music, about what he performed. You admired that, truly. Not many musicians nowadays care about having a good onstage presence. Even with a band.

Lucky for you, your good friend was the bassist for the band. He was the one who invited you tonight, who wanted you to meet the band. He came out from backstage after the show and lead you to the dressing room.

“Alright mates, this is [Name].” Your friend points out each band member, stating their names before realizing something. “Aye, where’s ‘obie?”

His band didn’t seem to know, but you just shrugged it off. Though, you couldn’t deny the small sliver of disappointment that came with not meeting him. Soon, you excused yourself to grab some water, exiting the room.

What you didn’t expect was to run into someone.

“Crap, my bad. Didn’t see you there!” You immediately apologize, glancing up at the stranger.

Except it wasn’t a stranger. It was Hobie Brown. “‘s alright, swee’heart. No hard feelin’s.”

Hobie, after the show, decided to grab something to drink. He played a good show at the pub, so he rightfully thought he deserved it. But people were getting irritating, being touchy and pushy. He didn’t really appreciate that, and soon went backstage to find his bandmates.

When walking down the way, he said hello to a couple of the crew members. They were always considerate, doing their job correctly. Surely they deserve at least a wave and a verbal confirmation Hobie saw them.

Then, his spider-sense started tingling. Glancing around, he was quick to realize there was no true threat. But then he ran into you, and time seemingly stopped.

At the time, Hobie couldn’t describe the feeling of seeing you for the first time. It was like a part of him connected for the first time. You were a missing piece that he never knew he was even missing. But why did his senses go off for you?

“Actually, you’re Hobie, right?” You question, pointing up at him. “I’m a friend of the bassist in ‘ur band. It’s nice to meet you.”

Hobie muses. “Pleasure’s all mine, darlin’. C’mon, ‘ll take ya back t’ ‘em.”

The guitarist would be lying if he said he didn’t take you in the wrong direction for a little while. He wanted to get to know you more. And you weren’t complaining. Hobie was an incredibly charming guy.

The rest of the night was spent chatting with him. You couldn’t seem to leave him alone, and Hobie couldn’t keep his eyes off of you either. The two of you worked well together, and everyone in the band seemed to notice.

So Hobie slipped his number into your pocket, giving a kiss on your cheek. Bold, sure, but he had to make his move. Nobody has ever made him feel this way.

He can’t let you slip from his fingers.

—

The fourth canon event Hobie Brown experienced was giving up his mask.

Being Spider-punk was not everything Hobie cracked it out to be. He was constantly putting himself in danger, and you in the process. Everything was just so tiring. He couldn’t take it anymore.

He finally caught his breath after a confrontation, sliding down against the wall. He panted heavily, clutching tightly on his guitar. He barely made it out.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell..” He muttered, coughing and hacking.

Hobie Brown was tired of this. He stood up, taking off the parts of his suit that came undone. Searching for a nearby garbage, he found one. Then, Hobie simply shoved his suit into it messily.

Staring down at the bin, he slung his guitar on his back. Then he just.. walked from the alleyway, never taking a second glance back.

The walk back home to you was long, considering he didn’t swing there. But when he made it, he let himself into the door, placing his guitar on the table. His eyes caught you in his peripheral vision.

You glance from the counter, giving a smile. “Hey, Hobes! How was-” Your words fall short at the solemn expression he wore. “What happened?”

Your boyfriend stayed silent as he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Nothin’.. ‘s all done..”

“Done? What do you mean?”

He sighs, face in your shoulder. Should he even-?

Of course he should.

“I gave it up. ‘m done bein’ Spider-man. A symbol.. or whateve’.”

You turn your body to face him, taking his hands to analyze him. You frown, eyes narrowing as he just stares down. When was the last time you saw Hobie so.. defeated?

Then, a sigh. “Hobes.. listen..”

You move your hands to cup his face, lifting him to face you directly. His tired eyes meet yours, and you give a smile.

“You can’t give it up. This is your favourite thing to do for the people.. Being their voice. But it’s okay to take breaks.” You start, gently stroking his cheek. “‘s not selfish.. you’re trying to be the best for them. To fight for them. But you can’t do that if you’re so tired, my love..”

Hobie chuckles quietly, leaning his head on your shoulder. “Always the wise one..” Is all he mutters.

You muse, rubbing his back gently. “Let me take care of you tonight. Please.”

“…mmkay...”

And you surely took care of him. You cooked for him. You cleaned up his wounds. You cuddled with him in bed. Anything to help Hobie feel better from such a long day. Even then.. from such a long and tiring career.

Hobie is so incredibly thankful for everything you do. The way you’re so tender with him. The way you just seem to know what to do to help him. You’re so incredible to him.

So he whispers a simple ‘thank you, swee’heart’ to thank you, finally letting his body rest and recuperate to continue his work in the coming days.

—

The fifth canon event Hobie Brown experienced was kissing the love of his life upside down.

It was cheesy, as Hobie and you could describe it. But he had just taken down some more corrupt government, seeing victory shine in his eyes. On top of that, he previously asked you to marry him, and you saying yes only added to his wonderful day.

Of course, your shared idea of marriage was different. In short, he put one of his rings on yours to be the symbol. The two of you would spend a day together, forge a silly little paper to say your married, sneak it in the courts, and call it a day. The perfect wedding for the perfect anarchist couple.

After his successful take down, he swung to the neighborhood you two lived in. It was quaint, you both preferred it that way. Somewhat safer as well.

He heard you earlier say you had to head to the corner shoppe, so that’s where he went. He lied on the rooftop with a perfect view of the entrance. Then, all he had to do was sit, and wait to see your pretty face walk out.

When you did, he turned himself upside down to hang on the side of the building, calling out to you. “Back from a day’s work of corrup’ gover’ment take down.”

You glance down the alleyway the voice came from, an amused smile cornering your lips. You glance around before making your way towards Hobie. Gently placing down the groceries, you glance up at him.

“Hope all that blood and ego doesn’t rush to your head, hanging upside down like that.” You tease.

“Can’t help how cool I truly am.” He replies, lowering himself so that he’s now at your level, still upside down. “You seem t’ think so too. Wha’s that on ‘ur finger, hm?”

“Geez, this gonna be a regular thing?” You fake a groan, hands finding placement on Hobie’s cheeks.

“‘s like y’know me so well..”

You stare at your fiancé for a while, just admiring him. The way he seemingly gave no care to anyone who judged him. He lived so freely, teaching you how to follow after him. Hobie Brown was so magnificent.. and here he was, at your every whim.

Before you knew it, your fingers began taking off the lower bit of his mask. Rolling it up, to reveal his beautiful lips, lip piercing shining in contrast to his beautiful skin.

“Wha’s this for?” He questions, hands holding tightly onto your now dropped ones.

You smile. “Such a.. silly reason, I’m afraid.” You mutter, leaning into his body. “I just wanted to kiss you..”

Then you lean in, kissing Hobie gently. His lips immediately match yours, taking in the warmth you provide. The kiss is so loving.. so incredibly beautiful. It is your first engaged after all.

Even when you pull away, a smirk plays at his lips. He brings his hands up to cup your face, pulling you in for another long kiss. He just can’t ever get enough of you.

Hobie never did believe in canon events. Of course he’s experienced so many with you now. But he can’t help but still keep his belief away from the idea. Because that could lead to your demise.

And Hobie will be damned if you die on him.

—

The sixth canon event Hobie Brown experienced was losing the best thing to ever happen to him.

It was a protest gone wrong. You both agreed to march the front lines, to protest for a better living wage for the lower class. Something the two of you have been fighting for for months on end.

Government never liked protests.

Of course, they sent their force to shut it down. To “stop any future damage”. But that was only a front. The pigs sent down actually stormed the crowd of protesters, putting their hands on anyone they could find.

Hobie quickly took on his Spider-punk role, defeating anyone he can before it happened. He saved a ton of lives, swiping them away from the police before webbing the bad guys to buildings. Things were going good for him. Until the explosion.

He just landed on a building to try and observe who still needed help. His eyes caught you shoving down a cop onto the ground, and his smile under the mask grew. You glanced up at him, giving your own smile, and a wave.

Hobie was about to swoop down to come grab you, but the cop got up, through his explosive to the ground. It rolled right next to your feet.

“Shit! [Name], watch-!”

But his words were too late. The explosion sent you flying into the side of a building, back thrown against it harshly. Almost everyone began scrambling after that, running from the scene. But not Spider-punk. He immediately made it to you, picking up your weak body.

His breathing picked up. “No.. no, ‘s not like this. Jus’, hang on.” He whispered over and over, swinging to a nearby rooftop.

You groan, already feeling the crimson liquid leak from your head and stomach. Everything was blurry, like a daze. Yet Hobie’s face was clear and recognizable. Even under his mask, he showed such obvious signs of worries, even regret.

Eventually, he drops his own body to the ground, yanking his mask off. His hands immediately hold your again.

“Damn.. just like.. that, hm?” You managed, body already showing the signs of shutting down. “Hurts, y’know?”

“Don’’ you dare give up on me.” Hobie muttered, ripping off the sleeve to his suit. “‘s all gonna be fine.”

You laugh weakly, head thrown back. “Dunno if I’ve got a choice, Hobes..”

With careful fingers, Hobie ties his sleeve around the wound. He didn’t want to hurt you more, but the bleeding had to stop before getting any worse. A small part of him knew it was hopeless. Futile, even. He was almost back in the beginning. When he was barely starting out in his duties, and he failed to save his good friend. Now he failed to save you. Here you were, dying in his arms.

Hobie took a deep breath. “Ya can’t.. swee’heart, c’mon..”

“Don’t be sad, Hobes..” You whisper, hand finding his cheek. “I wanna see you smile..”

Of course you would request that, only you. He gives such a weak laugh, one that brings the best smile he can manage. But it quickly turns back to sadness.

Then, a smile graces your face. “God.. I love that smile..” You whisper, coughing weakly. Blood seeps through the cloth on your stomach. You were losing it.

“‘m gonna miss ya, swee’heart.. s’much..” Hobie says, tears falling from his eyes.

“I know, Hobes.”

Hobie doesn’t remember the last time he let himself cry like this. Maybe when he was a kid? When his best friend died? Who knows. But now, now his tears wouldn’t stop flowing, nose sniffing over and over again.

Why can’t you just stay?

“I have’ta go..” You say sadly, almost as if reading his thoughts. “Don’t you dare.. stop bein’ a hero, ya hear? I’ll rise just to smack you..” Were your next words, almost as if reprimanding him.

Once again, Hobie laughed his quiet laugh. “Well now I neve’ can.. Jus’ f’you..” He says in a whisper.

You feel your breathing start to fall short, coughing and hacking. Hobie holds you tighter, whispers of “I love you” and “I’ll miss you” exchanged over and over.

“I love you.. Hobie Brown..” Were your last words. “My Spider-punk..”

And then.. you were gone. Just like that.

—

“Hobie? Hobie!”

Gwen had to call out to him a mere three times before he came back to. His eyes shut and opened as he remembers where he was. Right, Spider-society. Gwen and him were walking and chatting.

“Righ’, sorry Gwendy.”

Gwen waves it off. “Don’t even worry. Anyways, I heard about a couple new recruits.”

Hobie listened to his younger friend talk and talk, but his mind was elsewhere. Today was a particularly.. memorable day. He just couldn’t seem to get you out of his head. Normally Hobie wouldn’t complain.. but he misses you.

His thoughts circle him too much, and next thing he knows, he bumped into another Spider-totem.

“Crap, my bad. Didn’t see you there!”

…what?

Hobie knows that voice. Of course he does. He glances down at the stranger, finally seeing the face he missed so much. The face his nights yearned to see again. The face he missed screaming and supporting him at his concerts. The face of you.

“…uhm, are you okay? Oh my god I didn’t hit you that hard, did I?”

Gwen glanced back from her spot, noticing the scene occurring. Her eyes widen. Oh no..

She immediately walks to the two of you, chuckling awkwardly. “Hey! So sorry, he’s in a little daze today! C’mon Hobie!”

You glance up at the guy again, finally getting a good look at him. But he’s just staring. His eyes are seemingly.. longing. They’re lonely, that much you can tell. He has a demeanor about him.. one that reminds you of someone. Even his face looks familiar.. wait!

“What a coincidence!” You suddenly say. “My boyfriend’s name is Hobie! From my dimension at least.”

Hobie finally snapped from his trance, your words reaching his ears. “How.. coinciden’al..” He whispers.

“Well.. it was nice to meet you, Hobie.” You smile, offering out a hand for him to shake. “Hope t’ see ya around!”

He shakes your hand and.. oh does the contact feel so good. But he doesn’t linger. Hobie simply watches you walk off, that same cheerful demeanor reflecting in your every step.

Of course it felt like you got away again. And he had almost no doubt that the Hobie you love so dear will meet a demise. But he’ll stick with you. Stick with being your friend and being there when you need him.

Because Hobie would walk through this pain a thousand times if it meant you were in his life again.

[ryannklovesart]

"Name's Hobie.. Hobie BROWN‼️‼️" ~ intro post

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- My name is Malek, but i also go by Hobie or Spider Punk.!!! (i fucking love being cringe!!!!!!!) he/vamp/bites only please.

- I'm a black punk agender arosepc LESBIAN* ..i thought i was bi., 'nd honestly? The existence of my fellow queer people in general fills me and so many others with joy and hope. And if you're reading this, you have to keep living.

- Though not a roleplay account, i made a this new blog since the last time I used tumblr was when I identified as a cis girl. Dx

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[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

hello! I really liked your character analysis, especially Hobie and the interactions with Diane (she´s very groovy and beautiful n.n) so, I wanted to ask you if you think Hobie could make good friends with someone with a symbiote and the symbiote itself, my spidersona (symbiotesona?) is one of those. I know there´s some story between Hobie and symbiotes in his universe but I couldn't find the comics where it is explained.

You're amazing and keep going!

Oh absolutely!

Especially for Hobie - He has a symbiote dog!

Hobie is accepting of everyone (he's the best I love him) even symbiotes!!

In his universe, V.E.N.O.M was used in his universe as a weapon for President Osborn's police force - but I think Hobie would see the underlying greed and cruelty of the cops as the problem, and not the symbiote.

If anything I think he'd really respect your sona -

Cause that takes a lot of mental fortitude, and moral and strength in general so he'd be like 'That's fucking metal.'

If there's side effects, or conflict between your sona and the symbiote - I think he'd always want to help, and would like, speak to them as separate people lol

He knows that sharing the same body doesn't make them the same person, and that your sona was full person before the symbiote, so he would see them as a Duo - like two partners in crime.

He'd be really careful about his music playing and volume cause he wouldn't want to hurt your sona, so he would always give a heads-up.

Diane would be SO interested - and she'd probably have to think about SO MUCH, get prepared for a lot of questions!

Diane is pretty clever - but a little naive, so she'd be solidly in the 'All Aliens Come in Peace.' Star Trek started in 1966 - so Diane basically grew up with it around.

A symbiote is something alien, so it can't be murderous and evil - even if it eats people. It's not from here!! Don't be mean to them!!!

If your symbiote eats people, or needs meat, Diane would..honestly not be that freaked out. She'd have to think about it.

"So, Do you eat people on your planet?"

"Well, I guess that's not too bad. I mean..some people have a pet pig, some people eat pig, some do both. So it's like..the same, right? Not that you see humans as pets, you know -"

If humans can not snap and eat their pets and stuff, maybe this symbiote knows food from friends like them! If anything, Diane would be upset if people rushed to judge your sona OR the symbiote.

Her defense : "They didn't ask to come to this planet!" or Hobie's favorite -

"Why are you shaming them! They're not the only immoral ones. There is no ethical consumption under capitalism!!"

Hobie knows she is just repeating something she heard him say one time - and that is NOT what that phrase means, but he thinks its funny, so he lets her say it.

The three (four - actually) could have so much fun!

Hobie would probably get them hearing protectors so they can hang out backstage without getting hurt.

And y'all can deck it out with cool stickers and punk marker graffiti!

And although beef and stuff probably doesn't compare, Diane would still try making stuff like beef tartare, koi soi, or other raw meat dishes, just to see if they like 'em!

She LOVES sushi, so sashimi is a must to try - She'd want everyone to feel included at the potluck - it's only right, nobody leaves hungry!!!!

[Also thank you so much for the sweet words!!! I know I take literally forever to go through my inbox (it takes me very very long and im gonna point at adhd) but these things really brighten my day and give me the inspiration to keep sharing. It means a lot, thank you!!]

[lordkingsmith]

This is Black Punk from power rangers

He’s wearing blue pants. It kinda sucks his best known role is also in this episode. Pudgy Pig. Dude deserved better

@augment-techs you could also make the case for him being green but I don’t think he’s a fighter. Or someone who would have gotten into a competition like that. It IS frustrating not even the comic writers gave Bulk and Skull their friends back :/ no name and destined to be forgotten. He deserves better

He very obviously was having fun not in costume lol

Like all of the punks though Billy and Trini send him careening into a bucket of something. This is like a Theme for all of Bulk’s group? I looked at it. If it’s not Bulk and Skull the only ones who consistently send the punks into trash cans and lockers and buckets of whatever is Billy and Trini. Or just Billy. First season that was his Role in the human fights. Send a punk into something. It’s hilarious the consistency

And Billy “charges” him twenty dollars for the experience. I’m not sure if Billy was serious and from his expression I don’t know if the punk here knows either.

[moviefunforeveryone]

100: Fierce Creatures (1997): As the one and only Jesus Christ himself once said 'it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of A needle than for a rich person to enter the Kingdom of God!' and what this 1997 comedic romp presupposes is . . . . he was right.

Bringing back all your favourites from A Fish Called Wanda and adding my favourite Assistant DA from Law and Order, Fierce Creatures is a movie that you just couldn't make anymore, manly because lead actor/writer John Cleese is very busy doing publicly funded documentaries about how you just can't say anything anymore! in the country he's from but doesn't pay taxes in and so he's too darn busy to make a movie that actually DOES confront the mechanisms of power and in my (surely charitable reading of a mostly silly movie) presents the fact that for the workers to receive what is rightfully theirs the mega-rich man (pig) they hand their labour to for pennies, must die. A quick rundown of the plot is as follows, Rod McCain played by Kevin Kline is Rupert Murdoch even while being in the film an adversary of Murdoch. His company Octopus Inc goes around the world buying businesses, mining them for any capital and then selling them for the next new business ready to be shelled for profit. He ends up acquiring a small Zoo in England sends Rollo Lee (John Cleese) to run the ship all while raising profits to the needed amounts for Octopus Inc. Cleese is almost immediately usurped by Jamie Lee Curtis as a former Executive whose original job was erased in a deal just as she signed her contract. 'Don't worry we'll find you a job, there';s always jobs' Rod assures her while ignoring his son Vince McCain, also played by Kline Once all the players are in place we watch as the workers eventually realize they control the means of production, the manager class either gain class consciousness or accept it in order to secure their own means, and in the end everyone is happy or dead. Of course my reading is maybe a little more didactic than the filmmakers, especially considering the final third of the movie is entirely re-written/reshot thus needing two director credits. But it's all there on the screen, it's not MY fault no one else gets it This movie is the first of a running sub-list of movies that I watched multiple times with my Mom or my Grandfather, this one was my mom and we both enjoyed ourselves immensely, specifically every thing Kevin Kline did whenever he was in spitting distance of the camera. The cast is a reunion of the admittedly superior A Fish Called Wanda, although now John Cleese for some reason has a terrible dye job. Kline is doing a LOT and while I could see people not enjoying it I think it's manic delight. Jamie Lee Curtis is the one left holding the bag as she's basically a walking sign for being horny and so doesn't have as much to do but the small moments she gets she uses fully. Small mention to Carey Lowell as a beautiful zookeeper (and the ADA I mentioned above who 15 year old TC had a lot of complex emotions about) and my man Ronnie Corbett the short British comic with huge glasses who has guided not many of my choices but idk we share a lot of descriptors!

Look this movie isn't perfect, and almost certainly not as good as A Fish Called Wanda but it takes me back to my youth and the fond warm embrace of a time when actually you could fucking hate rich people and the commodification of life. Miss those days RIP xoxoxox My favourite line is 'Excuse me gentlemen I need to be alone .. .I uh feel a bit . . . suicidal!' as spoken by Kline. Better heard then read I am sure. In closing I am a true contrarian and so when everyone says 'Oh this isn't as good as their OTHER movie I have to prove my punk bonafides and say ACTUALLY you're wrong and ACTUALLY I am right and it is GREAT to murder rich people. With Satire! 10.10