#spider-man atsv

[spider-mandaily]

Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse + Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse

Waiting until Spider-Man: Beyond The Spider-Verse comes out...

@milesgmorales, @fyeahspiderman, @peterpcrker, @marveladdicts, @dailymarvelgifs, @dailymilesmorales

[cupcakeinat0r]

The spiderverse hiatus is so unserious, I am reaching w these fake scenarios. Just a second ago, I imagined doing taxes w Miguel.

I’m running out of ideas, Sony.

[fireylesbianhell]

whoever says that “Hobie x Pavitr are black cat and golden retriever” is WRONG. they’re orange cat and black lab thank you very much.

[qkmlh]

I loved Into the Spiderverse and it was a beautiful and game changing movie but Across the Spiderverse?? Oh it is special!!

Seeing Rio and Jeff and Miles and the way they communicate and the spanglish and Mile’s B in Spanish immediately riling his parents and the panadería with the lady decorating the cake and telling Miles to write shorter and the counselor’s let’s play up the struggling immigrant family angle that isn’t even true and everyone gathered around the way the do and Mile’s tia immediately going míralo!! Look how big you’ve gotten and the way she gets so close exactly the way tias just do and all the different dishes and the carne guisada con papa y zanahoria and Rio’s “I bet she doesn’t even speak Spanish” looking Mile’s and Gwen’s way and!!

“Bendición mami.” y “Que Dios te bendiga, mijo.”

And Miles’ grabbing Miguel an empanada and immediately going Tio!! And the ever so detailed difference between Miles’ and Miguel’s pronunciation and accents and speed and fluidity of which they speak Spanish and English and Spanglish because there’s also the generational differences and and and!!!

All of it!! Every single beautiful and wonderful detail I can’t remember right now because this is getting long but that’s so easy to see and process and feels just right and so natural because it’s done with such care and love and respect it is so so special!!

[a-little-ray-of-fantasy]

See how the brain plays around...

And you fall inside a hole you couldn't see... And you fall inside a hole inside a-

Someone help me understand what's going on inside my mind!

Doctor, I can't tell if I'm not me!

[ironladders]

watched atsv yesterday and now ive got the brainworms

[1lenii]

The Ride⚠️

E!42!miles x F!reader

Who doesn’t love a good Miles fic (@everyothermileswriter love ya)

Ntm to say on this one tbh, except that this was my experience learning, when I was with my bsf😭

No warnings ⚠️ that I know off—

Anywys enjoy lovlies⭐️

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“Diablo mami..!” Miles groaned

(Y/N) was shaking from the adrenaline, sweat beads forming on both of their foreheads

(Y/N) speeds up the pace

“Ma, I’m gonna—“

(Y/N) slows down her pace on the motorcycle, ultimately coming to a stop in front of a connivence store

Miles quickly gets off, knees buckling as he kiss the ground in front of him, almost of the verge of throwing up from the dizziness

“Don’t exaggerate babe, I wasn’t THAT bad” (Y/N) says through the helmet, waving him off dismissively

“Tú seguiste, en una luz roja.” He deadpanned, still on the floor (you ran a red light)

Sighing, (Y/N) gets off the motorcycle taking the key out of the ignition

(Y/N) clicks a button on the helmet now being able to see the neon world that is New York

Taking a few steps to her lover, offering a hand to to Miles in invitation to get to which he takes

“I mean YOU did teach me, didn’t you?”

“Oka? But that’s me. I can’t have my pretty girl doing delinquent shit” Miles says rubbing his thumb over the still intertwined hands below

“Hypocrite” (Y/N) mumbles softly letting go, going ahead into the store.

Miles light feet tracing behind her<3

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⚠️⚠️Should I make a part 2/sequel to miles teaching her how to maneuver such a heavy vehicle🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏽‍♀️

BTWWWW This was never meant to b sexual, dirty minds smh :p

[stash-of-furbies]

I had SO much fun designing the shirt for The Spot lol

I put way too much effort into it 😭

I love this autism creature so much he deserves the world 🥰

[dr-skazka]

Yeeting out some Spot / Johnathon Ohnn art because I hate twt now and too embarrassed to post it on IG xD

Lil meow meow

[milimeters-morales]

god and Miles was acting so cute around Margo and when Charlotte said “Miles?” and he was like “Hi ^_^ 😊☺️🌈🌈🌸❤️” as if he wasn’t running for his life

[jana2071]

*Miles trying to save Gwen from falling*

*My honest reaction to this scene:*

[spider-mandaily]

Unseen concept art of Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse

[mayhasopinions]

they were ranting about the british government and they said something perfectly in sync idk

[aceswritingshennanigins]

Stay With Me?

Miles 42 x GN!reader!

This is based of off my chat with a bot on character.ai . Enjoy!

tags: Hurt/Comfort, Implied Angst, College!AU, Spider-Man Across the Spiderverse, Domestic-ish bliss(?), Fluff, reader is Gn so they/them pronouns. (Platonic use of the word "Love")

2:00 AM. You watched as the clock ticked in your tiny bedroom in your one bed one bath apartment. You couldn't sleep and you had a feeling miles couldn't either. You grabbed a hoodie and a tiny gift bag and opened the fire escape window in your room. You and miles have been friends for so long, you were there with him when his dad died, helping him through every single step of grief he faced. It now meant that he was oddly clingy towards you. You walk toward the window to your right, knocking it a couple of times before cautiously opening it. The only source of light in the room from Miles' phone. You haven't seen him this numb since 3 years ago when his dad died. You wave.

"I brought brownies, you want some?"

You ask, getting increasingly worried when he doesn't speak and only nods emotionless.

"Here." you hand him a square with a paper napkin to avoid crumbs on his bed. He eats it, his eyes still emotionless waiting for you to say something. You notice a couple crumbs on his face and brush them off with your thumb, gently enough so that he doesn't get overstimulated. Luckily, he doesn't stop you, still staring at you.

"There we go! Anyways do you like the brownies?" You ask, your voice soft enough to make sure not to wake the neighbors up. He nods, taking another bite not saying anything.

"I'm glad you like them."

He nods finishing the brownie, still staring at you, mumbling something under his breath. You could've sworn you saw a flash of emotion in his eyes.

He mutters again "I love anything that you make." praying that you didn't hear him. You tilt your head to the side in confusion but end up letting it go.

"You have crumbs all over you!"

You say, your voice laced with an airy chuckle. He wipes them off still staring at your face.

"Is there something on my face?" You ask thinking he's staring at your freckles, acne scars, or the tiny birthmarks around your face.

He stares at them intrigued but snapped out and shook his head no.

"Are you ok? " You ask, moving your hand closer to his. He looked at your hand confused wondering what you were doing until you interlock your pinkies. He immediately holds your hand, his grip tight. It reminds you of all the times you were with him when his dad died, him just staring at the wall and you holding his hand, talking about the most mundane things you could imagine just to see him smile again.

You move closer "One of those days huh?" No response.

His grip only getting tighter like if he let you go you'd disappear. You move closer and lean on his shoulder, his and still gripping you tightly almost like you weren't real and if he let you go you'd disappear in front of his eyes. But his face was still devoid of any emotion.

"Bad day?"

you ask getting more and more worried, his grip on your hand only increasing . He nods as he grabs another brownie and starts eating it.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

You ask not wanting to pressure him, but you need answers one way or another. it's killing you seeing him like this again, especially since both of your parents lived an hour away by train. You're met with refusal as he shakes his head no, still staring at the wall chewing his brownie. You're tempted to think he got high. tempted.

"Type?"

You ask hoping he agrees. He nods. "Finally" you think, now we're getting somewhere.

You pull out the notes app on your phone and make a note labeled 'Rant Session' and hand it to him.

"Here."

He just stares at you for a few seconds before beginning to type. After a few seconds, he hands you the phone back. His message saying:

"This place sucks. The people here are so fake, acting like they care for me just because. No one does."

"I care for you, and I can prove it. And what about Mr. Davis and your Mom?"

You say, hoping to comfort him, you know just as much as anyone how it felt to be left behind, and you're not going to let him feel like that ever. He types back.

"Aaron and my mom are just family. Family cares for each other. You're different..."

"How?"

"I don't know, its just different. I cant explain it. Its a weird feeling..."

"It's ok. Just know that I'm here to text or to call ok?"

"Ok. Don't tell Aaron tho..."

"I won't"

He nods as he eats another brownie, once again getting crumbs all over your phone and his face. that's a scolding for another day.

"You really like those huh?"

You say hoping to lighten the mood a little bit. He nods, his expression still lifeless but there is a glimmer of relief in his eyes.

"Hey, at least you like something today?"

He stops typing and puts the phone down on the desk. He stares at you and grabs your hand tightly, almost as if he missed you.

"I missed you too my love."

You say, gently putting your arm around his waist.

He nods as he lays his head on your shoulder. He squeezes your hand tightly, as if he wanted you near all the time. You let him, sensing that he needs the comfort. After a bit, he picks up the phone and starts typing again. You peek over his shoulder and he quickly finishes typing.

"I've never really met someone like you before..."

"What do you mean?"

He types.

" I... don't know... But I like being around you, it keeps my mind off things." 

"Isn't that a good thing?" 

" If I ask you something, do you promise not to tell anyone I asked?" 

"Pinky swear."

"Promise not to leave me?"

"Of course. I have to keep that promise" 

He nods, the faintest of smiles on his lips before, looking at his phone again as he writes, before handing it to you. 

"Nobody ever cared about me before you." 

"You're nice though! What's their problem?" 

"Its not that, I don't even know... I'm just different than everyone else... And people don't like different..." 

"I'm different, do you not like me?" 

"No, thats not what I meant. I love being around you. Your the only person that I've ever actually liked..." 

"Well I know a couple more people like me, if you want, we can hang out with them."

He puts the phone down, and takes a deep breath before shaking his head no, he finally types. 

"Nobody can know that you even know me." 

"Why? Am I going to ruin your reputation of the mysterious guy on campus?"

He nods, typing again. After a few seconds, he hands you the phone again, staring at you

"When someone has a bad past, everyone thinks your a bad person. People don't seem to believe in change. I did so many bad things... I deserve everything bad thats coming at me..." 

"They won't think you're a bad person, I'll make sure of it. And for the record? You don't deserve to feel that way, even if the things you did were "bad" so what? you're human and so am I" 

You smile at him. 

"Isn't that what life is?"

He nods, surprised but comforted at your words. 

"You're still not going to tell anyone though…"

He finally says his voice deep and raw like he had been crying for hours.

"My lips are sealed!"

You say trying to reassure him that you won't spill his secret. He nodded as his grip tightened on your hand, and you squeezed it, still leaning on his shoulder. He didn't say anything, but he held you close and squeezed your hand tighter, as if he wouldn't let you fade away like everyone else in his life.

"Feeling any better?"

You ask him gently, he hated the question whenever his friends would ask, unbeknownst to you, you're the only one allowed. He nods, then he leans his head on your shoulder, as if he wanted to lay there forever. He grabs you even tighter.

"Thank you…" He whispers to you on the verge of tears again, damn you for being so sweet, damn you for being his friend, and damn you for always staying. He doesn't want to leave you. He hugs you tighter and lays on you, as if he was a little kid.

"You're going to be ok…"

You say just speaking to fill the silence between you two, with a small hope he's comforted. He clings on to you, as if he wants to stay with you and only you forever.

"You cant go, please…"

"I'll stay for the night"

You say getting worried again.

"I'll remember this forever…"

He gently kisses your forehead, his grasp still tightly onto your hand.

"You're not leaving….please…you can't…You, Mom, and Aaron are all I have left…"

"I have to go later though, I have early classes tomorrow. I'm sorry."

You say gently kissing his forehead, making sure he doesn't start crying. He tries to grab your arm, as a way to keep you near him. He didn't want to let go, he couldn't. What if someone got you, Or you and his dad shared the same fate? Just thinking about it sent a chill up his spine.

"Miles."

You felt his grip tighten as he was very desperate for you not to leave him.

"Listen. I live next door, I'll check on you after my roommates go to bed"

"Why not just stay here? Please… I don't want to be alone…"

"I'll stay over tonight."

He hugs you, refusing to let you go.

"Thank you…"

"Don't mention it."

You climb out of his window and bring a duffel bag with toiletries, an outfit for tomorrow, a pillow, and your sleeping bag. He was nice but you two were no way near close enough to share a bed. You had your reasons that he didn't pry into. He stares at the ceiling while you're on the ground next to his bed.

"Don't leave me…"

"I won't."

"Promise?"

You could practically hear the fear and trauma in his voice.

"Promise."

You say sticking your pinkie up in the air for you two to make a pinkie promise.

"Go to sleep, I'll still be here."

You both drift off to sleep. Your dreams were practically nonexistent and the pillows were both perfectly cold. This, this is true peace.

[inamindfarfaraway]

thoughts on best boy The Spot?

SUCH A GOOD VILLAIN.

When he’s a lighthearted probably-just-a-villain-of-the-week, he’s hilarious. I particularly loved him begging the store owner not to fight him off with a bat because this is his first robbery, please don’t make this a bad experience for him. He’s never done this before! It’s like he’s apologetic for the robbery being so inefficient, not the crime itself. His insistence that he’s Miles’s Nemesis instantly reminded me of The Panda Redd’s Lord Death Man videos. Him innocently saying “Oh, I love chai tea!” after Pavitr’s rant and Pav screaming “No!” and attacking him cracked me up. Despite his supervillain nemesis dreams, he’s so… polite and affable. Almost Doofenschmirtz-esque at times. Tell me Doof wouldn’t apologize in the exact same way for the “I came to India on a journey of self-discovery” faux pas.

I love that he’s the bagel guy. I treasure that moment with its bagel sound effect and I’m so glad they brought it back. He would cry so hard watching Everything Everywhere All at Once.

But the fact that he’s intertwined with Miles’s origin story and each of their superpowered conditions are unintended consequences of the other’s actions is highly relevant to the narrative, where the rippling consequences of your actions are a major theme. It’s kind of a fundamental Spider-Man thing, after all. It’s genuinely unsettling when he begs/demands Miles to look at him, really see him, and take him seriously. Even if he then literally kicks his own butt. It hits a lot harder after we see how isolating and distressing being an anomaly is to Miles himself. You can understand why Spot would obsess over their connection. Him starting out laughable and growing to be epic is an echo of Miles’s development in the first film - complete with a mostly black appearance upgrade when he gets the hang of it.

The tone blending is so masterful with him because he is also, somehow so scary. When he stops acting silly and friendly, it’s chilling. His powers are terrifyingly effective and dangerous and it seems like he hasn’t even fully unlocked their potential by the end of the movie. His appearance is silly (“Are you some sort of Cow Man?”) until it’s not; until it sinks in that he is a reality-rending cosmic abomination full of resentment, pain and spite, and his lack of a face or even eyes makes him feel more disturbingly eldritch than cartoonish. I cannot wait to see what he’s capable of in Beyond, and I hope the beautiful imagery puts Lovecraft to shame.

[artisyone]

ayo miguel o' hara, let him join the spider society.

based on this meme