#spiderman has anxiety

[linked-to-sleep]

Peter Parker is a small child with anxiety and super strength. So, do you ever think about how weighted blankets probably feel like regular blankets to him? I feel like Tony would think about this and be like "I'm making that kid a blanket"

Like the blanket would be so cool. So when you pick it up it weighs like a normal blanket and then there is this weird setting thing (cuz Tony Stark duh) where you can change the weight if needed.

And for Peter I feel like the weight scale would have such weird names like

Steve hug

Smushed by car

Under whole semi-truck

Quinn jet squishing you

Hulk hug

Under collapsed building

But like back to the picking up part, I think Tony would take in accountability of Peter leaving it on the couch or in a chair; so if it weighs the amount of a say collapsed building it could break something or someone (like him(Tony), Nat, Clint, etc.) So, if no one is using it then it would weigh like a normal blanket but if you're using it then it would weigh whatever setting you chose.

[sillyparker]

peter parker is the kinda guy to walk up to tony stark and start absolutely every question with 'so hypothetically' which means it can range to forgetting his lunch or possibly getting stabbed, which ends up freaking the fuck out of tony by the time he gets to the point of actually explaining what happened

[unlimitedhearts]

So uh. Im having a thought, Barbosa.

In the scene where Peter is attempting to give the artist soon-to-be-known as Venom back to Harry, it gets pretty damn close to Harry before Kravens knife falls out of Peters side.

They all stare at it in shock, even Peters a little shaken about it before insisting hes fine and he's going to try again.

But even with him touching Harry, the tendrils don't get any closer to him. In fact Peter sounds like he's straining to give it back, grunting in a way he just hadn't the first time.

Venom only gets a little closer to Harry than this before retracting back into Peter.

Im wondering. Why did it take until now for Kravens knife to fall out of Peters side? When hes giving Venom back? Maybe Im grasping here but something tells me that Venom waited to get rid of the knife.

The first time Petes giving it back it moves easily, almost like its saying "You wanna give me up? Fine." And then the knife falls out at that exact moment. "But if you did you would have been dead in an instant."

And then, while Peter is definitely shaken about this he tries again but he just cant. Some part of him hesitates. Almost like somewhere deep down in the back of his mind, he doesnt want to give it up.

The manipulation has already started.

[canary-song]

Do you think Pete sees all these spiderpeople facing threats that tower over buildings, over worlds, that have power, magic, weaponry he could barely understand the scope of, and shudders?

He's resilient, and damn good at what he does, but they're in a different league - an entirely different game. He's got political corruption to battle, but other spiderpeople face truly fantastical monsters.

Do you think he felt, perhaps... unprepared, out of his depth, fragile, small, gleaning the scope of 1610's Rogues Gallery + Collider?

[bebblejooce]

from an au where my sona and him r happy and married lols

[milimeters-morales]

i hate him so much

[spacedoutwitch]

My shoulder has been fighting me, and I still need to figure out how to make digital sketches that mean things to anyone but me (although I can make them now!! That's something!!), so have a low-effort meme doodle of the possible aftermath of my previous post. (Look, Hooty is long and twisty and comes out of doors, and a post-episode chat with some of the TOH cast and crew implied that a book describing Hooty's ecology would drive people insane. I don't make the rules.)

[kelconfetti]

hi guys just wanna let you know peter 100% bites his nails, marvel told me and i said so

[aaronymous999]

Facing a dilemma… including Miles in Spider-Man: Aaron Allan but because of the only radioactive spider dying after biting Aaron and Cindy I’m like how am I gonna give this dude Spider powers.

I want him to be Spider-Man because he’s iconic as Spider-Man.

Example of the trio of Spiders being humorous

“I’ve got you now Spider-Ma- Spider-Men!”

“I mean yeah you have me and the other Spider-Man- we are Spider-Men but she isn’t. That’s Silk.”

“What? That’s stupid can’t you all just be Spider-Man?” “I’m a girl.”

“Why not Spider-Woman then?”

“Silk is a much cooler name.”

“God dammit I’m not doing this anymore officially retiring from supervillainy.”

Anyways I’ll figure something out, maybe, probably. Spider-less Miles is cool but him being Spider-Man is cooler so I have to make it real!! Somehow!!

It would be really funny ( might storyboard this this would actually be hilarious ) if they kept like one vile of the Spider’s venom in case it came in handy and when they experiment on Cindy since they only figure out she has been bitten they realize the venom can give Spider powers so Norman or some villain rushes for it while meanwhile Miles who snuck in because his friend Cindy has been in the lab too long and he got worried and came looking for her and they just stand off with each other and so that the scientist can’t get to it he just takes it and chugs it right in front of them. The whole secret identity thing would be rough and it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense but it’s HILARIOUS.

@raisondetre2012 thoughts?

[whatareyoudoingwithamaserati]

Having several consecutive anxiety attacks in the grocery store

[notrightgrayson]

Cowabunga i redesigned my spidersona. no points for guessing why

[tunasama13]

Ah fuck! I traumatized my blorbo again! :(

**SCREAMS AND THROWS MIGUEL ANGST INTO THE FAMILY FUNCTION**

MAJOR TW FOR ATTEMPTED S/H, SELF DEPRECATION, AND IMPLIED CHILD DEATH

Another day goes by like the ever so slight movement of the holographic clocks ticking. He took off his mask, knowing nobody was around to see the state he was in.

Everything inside of him hurt, it wasn’t that he was sore or anything, it was the feeling of constant guilt that was once again trying to rise out of his chest and suffocate him from the inside out. Everything is spiraling downwards, way too quickly for his liking.

Everyone was in the common area doing whatever, and he managed to slip away into the shadows without anyone noticing. It wasn’t hard to do, considering everyone was focused on Hobie and Pavitr arguing about the concept of a hotdog being a sandwich.

He’s always been kind of a loner anyways, if anyone noticed him leaving, they likely didn’t think much of it. Good riddance, considering what has been going on since the morning until now.

He was in a pretty pissy mood all day, and the others seemed to take notice of it. He even snapped at them when he didn’t mean to, over something that didn’t even warrant that reaction. He only realized he had yelled at them when Gwen looked visibly nervous, to which he quickly muttered out a ‘Sorry’ and swung away.

Jess was worried, she has been since that day, yet she still backed off, it was normal for him to be like this after the accident.

But today...? He couldn’t even bear to look at himself in the mirror on the wall of the monitor room.

All he saw was a pathetic excuse of a leader, a friend, a husband.

A father.

Before he knew it, the pain became way too much for him to handle, a feeling he had felt so many times for the last month crawled up his throat. Pain. Hatred, Fear... it all gathered in the corners of his eyes.

It hurt so bad, he wanted to scream- No, he couldn’t let them hear him. He’s done such a good job at hiding everything up to this point, he can’t let some stupid episode break his streak.

He stifles a sob, it comes out as a choked sound, helpless, like it came from the people he was supposed to be saving. His hands, no, his whole body was shaking, he was losing control.

“Stupid... stupid... STUPID!!!” He stumbles backwards after slamming his fist into his own temple, only to be caught by the wall behind him. He barely even registered that he was on the floor until everything seemed so much bigger than him.

How would they react if they knew? Would they replace him with someone more competent, less swayed by their emotions? Would they laugh at him? For fucks sake, most of the team was made up of kids, kids who have had their entire lives taken away from them.

What would they even do if they saw him right now?

He’d replace himself too.

He shouldn’t be the one shaking with silent sobs, tears running down his face, he has to be the adult here! But he can’t control anything, it’s like something in his mind was controlling every single movement he made.

A marionette being controlled by the cruel inevitablity of the universe.

He wonders, if he hadn’t been so ignorant, if only he was there in time. She would still be here, their daughter is gone, forever. Nothing could bring her back, and he knew it. He wasn’t Kingpin, falsely motivated by something that would never work in the first place.

He was supposed to be comforting his other team members after losing their person, but no matter how much he tried to push down everything to help, it always swung back to hit him even harder than before.

It was only a matter of time before he broke down in front of everyone, helpless, worthless, pathetic.

“...shut up shut up shutupSHUTUPSHUTUP!” He croaked, pulling on his own hair, hitting himself, doing whatever he could to punish himself for being such a goddamn weakling. His sobs were slowly becoming louder, he needed to shut up. Everything was for the good of the multiverse, and he knew it, so why did it hurt so much? Why did he constantly want to rip his own heart out in hopes he would just stop feeling things?

(Whoopsie doodles TW section for attempted S/H here!)

That’s it, he thinks, he needs something to drag him out of this pit he’s fallen into. His claws pop out with a *shnk!*, he immediately goes for his own throat, expecting to feel the warm gush of blood. Lyla would warn someone if he ripped out his own neck, she was gone for now. At least until the biometrics on his suit would start going crazy from blood loss.

But... nothing happens. All he can feel are his scarred fingerpads harshly digging into his skin, he forgot, he couldn’t cut himself open with his own talons.

‘Stupidshockingbastard you couldn’t even save your DAUGHTER and you forgot your own body’s limits, idiot idiot-“.

He barely registers the feeling of his own nails clawing at his throat, it barely hurts, it’s nothing compared to everything restrained behind the small leak of emotion that had sprung out.

He wonders if just letting this out hurts this much, he could only imagine how absolutely horrible that full tidal wave of held back emotions would feel. He can already feel the pressure building, migraines, constant nausea, falling asleep on his own computer.

Even they were trying to coax him to air out this terrible fucking feeling in one way or another, constantly holding him, giving him sweet little messages and pecks on the cheek before leaving for work. One night they even tried getting him to open up, only for him to selfishly deny them any chance of him opening up and letting everything go.

The hands scrabbling at his neck finally relent, he stares down at them, watching them tremble in tandem with his own heavy breathing.

He wishes he could be like Peter, who was most likely looking for Mayday. He’s jealous, he hates seeing Peter and Mayday do the stuff him and Gabriella used to do before that asshole took his perfect life away from him.

He hears himself yelp and flinch as another set of hands wrap around his own, his heart drops. This is it, he’s been caught, everyone’s going to find out. His breathing immediately picks up as he struggles weakly, trying to pry whoever was holding his hands off of him.

The hands move down to a little bit below his wrist, gently rubbing circles as a grounding method knowing his hands are sensitive.

“It’s okay... you’re gonna be okay... just breathe” It’s a familiar voice, thank shock, it’s just Jess. He’s still not okay though, his quiet sobs relenting as they’re replaced with quick, heavy breathing.

“Lyla told me you weren’t doing good... do you want to talk about it?” She smiles gently, he knows she knows what he went through, she’s trying to help. But some side of him hates it, he hates feeling like a helpless child, someone who needs to be saved.

He pushes her away, getting a surprised sound as he struggles to stand up, his vision spinning.

“No- no... I’m fine.” He bites out, wiping his tears with his wrist. Why is he like this? It’s stupid and foolish, but he can’t stop himself, it’s like he’s on autopilot.

He really didn’t want to seem small, not in control. Jess glares, yet there’s no real heat behind it.

“Okay, I want an excuse to how you could be fine when you’re curled up in the corner crying your eyes out!” Jess crosses her arms as he stumbles a bit, trying to get away.

“Listen Jess, I really don’t want to deal with this right now, I’m tired from today’s shenanigans and I would really appreciate it if-“ He was silenced when Jess grabbed his wrist, she looked pissed, yet still concerned.

“Are you crazy?! Holding everything back isn’t going to fix this! And I don’t care if your excuse is that you don’t want anyone to see you looking “weak”, everyone is already worried about you because of your month long vacation you didn’t explain to them!” She shoots back, it was enough to quiet him down. Leaving him to tremble at the idea of everyone finding out again.

Jess sighs, gently pulling him towards a chair and almost forcefully pushing him down onto it by the shoulders.

“Now, you’re going to tell me what set you off so we can finally get somewhere for once, then I’m getting you a drink and something to eat because you look like five seconds away from death-“ She continued in her rambling, leading him to sigh and draw his knees up to his chest. This was about to be a very long lecture about how foolish he was acting.

Understandable though.

[vamprnce]

gonna hc insomniac spidey is constantly in anxiety mode bc everytime I play I panic a lot especially w timed stuff and chases lmao

[milimeters-morales]

Spider-Man seen pacing outside, doing short exercises and stretches, a crying session that forms a puddle under him, a 20 minute pep-talk to his reflection in that new puddle, and running a lap around Brooklyn before he takes out his phone and orders a pizza (shaking the entire time).

[mechazushi]

Do NOT be sorry!!! DON'T EVER BE SORRY!!!!!

These give me so much sustenance....

I made more and I'm sorry

(again, all tags found on @dear-ao3)

[juniperskye]

Just a little something.

Based on the following ask: I have a request that may be a little difficult for you to write, if you're up for it. I would like to request Hotch with a non-bau reader that likes to crochet in their spare time, particularly stuffed animals, and gift them to others. Jack and Hotch would obviously receive the majority of the amigurumi projects, but one day, the reader makes too many little crochet animals and persuades Hotch to take them to work and hand them out to other agents. You wouldn't have to go too into depth about the crocheting techniques if you don't think you could properly write about it; you could honestly just mention the creation period in passing and the present the finished crochet piece in the plot.

Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Fluff

Word count: 841

Not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, Age gap (non-specified), established relationship with Hotch, no use of y/n, Fem reader, reader has no physical description, reader crochets, mention of Jack, mention of reader’s nieces and nephews, mention of anxiety (reader uses crocheting as an outlet) use of pet names, let me know if I missed any!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

You had picked up crocheting back when you were in college. Then, and even now it served as an outlet to release stress and anxiety. When you had started out your projects were fairly simple, wash cloths, granny squares, simple blankets.

The beauty of this hobby was that it allowed for some beautiful handmade gifts. As time went on, you began making stuffed animals. Your sister had gifted you a book with patterns for amigurumi projects, and from then on you’d been making all sorts of little creatures.

The primary recipients of your creations had been your nieces and nephews. First it was their baby blankets, then elephants, and turtles, which turned into cows and opossums, and most recently Pokémon.

When you and Aaron started dating you’d mentioned your hobby in passing, but as things progressed in your relationship, crocheting seemed to come out a little more in you. You’d casually pull out a project while watching a movie with Aaron and Jack, you’d brought over a throw blanket for the back of the couch. You’d even gifted Aaron a scarf and some socks before he left for a case in Colorado in the dead of winter.

--

One night after finishing a plushie of Charmander for your nephew, Jack spoke up…soft and unsure.

“That’s really cool.” He whisper.

“Thanks bud, do you like Charmander?” You replied.

“Kinda…I don’t really play Pokémon that much.” He shrugged.

“Oh yeah, what do you like then?” You smiled.

“I like spiderman!” Jack exclaimed.

A few days later you’d showed up with a stuffed spiderman for Jack. He was over the moon and from then on, he wasn’t afraid to ask you directly for something.

--

He was an incredible kid, he’d patiently wait for you to complete the project, even asking you questions throughout the process.

“And what kind of stitch is that?” He’d ask.

“This one here is a half double crochet.” You answered.

“And that’s different than a single crochet?”

“Yes, for a half double, you put the yarn over and then pull it through all three loops. You see that?” You asked, holding the project up as you showed him how to do it.

That night you hopped online and ordered Jack a Woobles crochet kit so he could learn alongside you.

--

For as long as you’d been crocheting, people have suggested you open an Etsy shop, and you always met them with the same response; it’ll lose the serenity it currently brings me. And this is why you only make small batches for two local boutiques.

Once a month you make a few things for each shop, and you go in and drop them off. As they sell, the profits are split 60/40 between you and the shops, which gives you the money for yarn and a little extra.

In the last week, you’d made a wide variety of stuffed animals, ranging anywhere from dinosaurs and bunnies all the way to peas in a pod and cherries. You had been packing everything up to get ready to deliver them.

--

“Hey sweetheart.” Aaron called as you entered the apartment.

“Hi honey.” You set your tote bin down and made your way to the kitchen.

“How were the deliveries?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“They were good! I actually came home with a few things. With the Holidays just ending, one of the shops still had a few items and so they didn’t need their usual stock.” You explained.

“Oh, well now you’ll have some for next time?” He offered.

“You know, next time it’ll be Easter themed stuff…chicks and bunnies. What if you took some of these in for the BAU?” You suggested. “I can wrap one up for each of them and you can leave them on their desks for me.”

“I’m not sure…”

“Oh, please Aaron! Think of it as a late Christmas gift from me! I’ll even write them notes so they know it’s from me!”

“Sweethe-”

“Please!” You begged.

“Okay sweetheart. Whatever you want.” Aaron pressed a kiss to your forehead.

--

The next morning Aaron arrived at work even earlier than usual, that way he could place the brightly colored bags on everyone’s desks prior to their arrival. You had selected a specific plush for each person, even pulling from some other projects you had stored for an event you’d be participating in.

One by one, each member of the BAU arrived, quickly taking note of the giftbags on each desk. They shared confused glances and shrugged before Aaron stepped out of his office.

“There should be a note in each bag. Feel free to open them and enjoy.” He said, returning to his office.

Aaron smiled gently, toying with the crocheted whale shark you snuck into his bag. You always said he, like whale sharks frightened people, due to preconceived notions derived from fear, but in all actuality, they were gentle creatures.

Aaron’s smile only grew as he heard Garcia squeal with joy over the soft unicorn you’d gifted her.