#scared peter

[gatoburr0]

I got a bit bored while drawing hypno Marie because I couldn’t get her mask right so I sculpted it.

I should get bored more often.

[ricky-mortis]

They're the best of each other!

[amy-thystt]

hmmm

[latenightsundayblues]

And in the final stretch of time just when nobody thought they'd do it BLUES COMES IN LIKE LIGHTNING TO DELIVER THEIR YEARLY LEGALLY MANDATED HALLOWEEN DRAWING AND TAKE THEIR 3 FOLLOWERS BY STOOORMMMMM

Theyre all having a little costume party at a hideout and nobody's dead and strahm's there too and everything's fine and ok and dandy and peaceful and lively on planet earth

Also strahm being a fucking buzzkill lmfao

[avocadoraisin]

[awhoreintheory]

Dick, in Nightwing regalia trying to win a bet: So, what're your opinions on Batman?

Peter, unaware Batman is listening through the comms: Well, bats are basically sky-puppies, and he evidently is a good person, so it's logical to assume he's like a sky-puppy-man, ya feel?

Dick, appropriately stunned into silence:

Everyone on the comm line loosing their shit:

Bruce, unsure if he's offended or flattered:

[incognito-duo]

Here’s my crack ship, you’re welcome.

[manderleyfire]

'How many times you been caught with your hand where it doesn't belong?'

PICKUP ON SOUTH STREET (1953), written and directed by Samuel Fuller

[baltharino]

[lillazyboithings]

I AM BACK BABY, BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH A BRAINROT JUST FOR YOU

Anyways uhm, ponies, yuh, they were the only thing I've been thinking about besides exam and clearance stress HAHAHAHA

[teranobriss]

Clip of Boy Jerry being Like That™ and simply being a complete and utter terror

[erinwantstowrite]

i love scaring everyone on discord and watching them panic in real time

[heartsandstars46]

Just a fluffy lil bf tasm!Peter x fem reader blurb! Hope you enjoy! 🩷

Weighted blanket?

You were half-asleep, wrapped in Peter’s arms, when you could feel him slowly and carefully trying to slip away from you.

“No,” you mumbled drowsily. “You have to leave now?”

He leaned over and kissed you. “Not because I want to.”

“Yeah, yeah, great responsibility and all that crap.”

You could hear him chuckling in the dark as he got dressed. As you became more lucid, that familiar fear started whirring in your chest. It was infinitely easier to sleep when you knew he was safely tucked in next to you. Your fears were getting worse, each time it took him longer to come back, and each time he came back with more cuts and bruises….

You could feel your breathing turning ragged and panicked.

“Hey, hey.” Peter brought his forehead to yours, and his brown eyes glistened in the moonlight. “It’s going to be okay. I’ll be back as soon as I possibly can. Where’s your weighted blanket?”

“I don’t know. Probably at my place.”

He was studying you carefully. “Do you want to try what we did last time?”

You were already feeling around for the scissors on the nightstand. “Yes,” you whispered.

“Okay. Lie back.”

You did as you were told, and Peter began to craft a web that pressed your body firmly but gently to the bed. You kept one hand outside of the cocoon, able to reach the scissors if need be. That was your agreement; he would only leave you like this if he knew you could set yourself free, should you change your mind.

“I feel like I’m wrapping a present,” he chuckled. “Can I unwrap it when I get home?”

“You better.”

He hovered above your face so you were able to kiss him.

“Is it too tight?”

“No, it’s perfect. Well, no, not compared to you, but it’s good enough.”

The two of you kissed again… and again…

“Okay, okay! Ah! The sooner I get out of here, the sooner I get back.”

“I love you,” you said, wishing the words could also convey some sort of protection.

“I love you too, sweetie.” And then he was gone, out the window, Peter no more, your boyfriend no more. Now he was everyone’s. The entire city’s Amazing Spider-Man. Which was fine—except that you knew Peter Parker to be even more amazing. And you liked when he was yours and yours alone.

Tucked into the gentle pressure of the web he had made you, you tried to put fear out of your mind and eventually dozed off.

Peter might have been the one with heightened senses, but you were a light sleeper and could hear him slip through the window as the sun came up. He seemed to be okay, though he was moving slowly, probably in pain, and you could see bruises forming on his face.

“Hey.” You reached out your free hand toward him. He smiled as he stripped off his Spider-Man garb. “I would ask if you’re hurt, but you wouldn’t tell me anyway.”

He chuckled softly, kneeling on the bed. “I hope you got some sleep,” he said as he carefully began pulling apart the web that enveloped your body.

“Some.” As soon as you were able, you sat up and hugged him tightly, hoping not to make any pain worse. You sat nestled like that for a few moments, your head on his shoulder, your hearts practically beating against each other’s.

“Okay.” With a sigh, you let him go. “Now you need your sleep. Come on, lie down and roll over. No, the other way.”

He laughed. “Um, how am I supposed to hold you if I have my back to you?”

You lay down beside him, pressed against his back, and wrapped your arms around him. “You’re not,” you murmured, kissing the back of his neck where a bruise was beginning to purple. “I get to hold you now.”

He took one of your hands and kissed it before bringing it onto his chest. What a relief it was to feel his heartbeat and lean into his warmth.

[ask-spiderpool]

[vizjpmdose]

pov: you're about to get jumpscared in a horror game

(i found this on pinterest and it's almost 12am.. this is such a jumpscare..)

[undertheredhood]

bruce who is trying to make amends with jason after gotham war: y'know, i don't want to live in a world where we're not tight.

jason who has finally had enough of bruce’s bullshit: then kill yourself