#spider 1 speaking

[spidey-official]

i put the Spider-Man in ides of march

[corellianhounds]

Some headcanons for Mando:

Anything he uses to shower or wash his clothes with is unscented. Those scent-neutralizer dryer sheets keep his clothes from smelling like anything that can be detected while he’s on a hunt. Very few species are exempt from being unable to detect him

He keeps a clean ship and a consistent schedule. He’s been self-sufficient and on his own for long enough he knows how to cook and take care of himself. Keeping your tools, gear, weapons, armor, and ship in clean, efficient working order means you’re less likely to have to spend time fixing one of them when it breaks from your lack of routine maintenance, and his body is just another tool in his arsenal; sleep, food, necessary medical care, staying limber and getting vitamin D at some point all go a long way towards ensuring he can last longer in the field. You can’t run something ragged every day and expect for that to be sustainable.

That also means he’s well-equipped to handle long stints without different necessities when needed from time to time; you can push yourself pretty far when you’re already in prime condition.

Wilderness survival skills were some of the first things he learned while being brought up by the Mandalorians. Being aware of your surroundings, setting up and breaking down camp, foraging and hunting for food, building impromptu shelters, purifying water, navigating and tracking, having a variety of general and specific medical knowledge— All of those skills are building blocks for self-sufficiency. You never know when you’re going to be alone or thrust into survival scenarios, so it pays to be prepared.

That also means he’s capable of stomaching a wide variety of what some might consider inedible. Beggars can’t be choosers, and it’s rude to decline someone’s offer of food or hospitality so in any scenario where food is in short supply and/or it’s been offered to him, he’s taking it. As long as it’s something he knows humans can digest, he’s open to whatever cultural or regional dishes his travels have to offer, and he’ll muscle through the less pleasant tastes or textures of food he’s had to make do with when he didn’t have other options.

He does know how to make food taste good, but that more often than not requires more spices and ingredients and hardware than he can afford or spare the room for, so he makes do without. Once the kid comes along he branches out a bit more to make sure he gets some variety.

Along the lines of self-sufficiency and independence, he has a lot of general repair skills: you may not always have somebody who can fix things for you, and he obviously isn’t going to pay somebody else to do something he’s capable of learning, except for when he’s short on time or resources. We see him working on the interior circuitry of his armor in the second episode. He knows how to bypass and pick locks. He has the electrical, mechanical, and structural know-how to fix his ship and would know how to weld and use a torch cutter and a variety of other tools, but it also means he’d know how to sew and mend his clothes. Soft goods are just as necessary as hardware.

Injuries where he genuinely needs professional medical care are few and far in between partially because he’s very good at what he does, and partially out of necessity. Though it is by choice, him tending to his own wounds may not necessarily be because he is neglectful or prideful or has a penchant for pain; medcenters cost money, and submitting to that care means he is vulnerable and at risk of somebody breaking his creed by force, or doing more damage when he can’t fight back. It’s why he likely refuses anesthesia or anything that will put him under and make him unaware of what’s happening while he’s asleep. Either he will find somebody he’s close to to help him, or he will find a way to muscle through self-administered medical care yet again, or he will die from his injuries (which means he will have gone down because of a fight)

Though he has a few physical reference materials and logs he’s written down important details in, a vast majority of his knowledge concerning trade routes, ballistics, geography, maps, various customs and cultures and languages, exchange rates for currency, Guild bylaws— anything he could possibly need to know for a hunt— is committed to memory. He travels light, and the Mandalorians have an oral history more than a written one; belongings and archives can be destroyed, but their people live on and carry the knowledge that’s been passed down through centuries. It just makes more sense to him to commit everything to memory.

That being said, he does a significant amount of research before each hunt anyway, though the bulk of it is centered around the target themselves. Having all of your prep work done means the acquisition itself will go smoother.

He’s mathematically sharp: engine repair, manual piloting, vector calculus, electrical work, ballistics, basic engineering, weapons maintenance, financial management, and navigation by maps or by stars take a lot of mental acuity to understand and apply as quickly as he usually has to use them.

He’s not going to back down from others who purposefully encroach on his personal space, but he dislikes being in close proximity to strangers for extended periods of time. So much of his life is spent evading threats and fighting off challengers it’s hard to trust anybody to be that close. It’s not an aversion so much as it is an irritation that makes him tense. When you’re always looking over your shoulder, it’s just reflex to act defensively.

He doesn’t drink alcohol or caf unless he has sufficient time and he’s secure in the Crest without worry of attack; both impede his marksmanship and reflexes, neither of which are things he can afford while he’s working, so it’s usually only when he’s traveling through space that he’ll indulge

He doesn’t sing, but once the kid comes along he’s found that it’s easier to get him to sleep when he hums as he holds him and walks around the cargo hold.

[ropes3amthoughts]

No fucking way guys Dungeon Meshi Season 2 Episode 1 got leaked 😱😱😱😱😱

I don’t want this to be a long post so this under the cut. Anyways, for some advice if you ever wanna play around like this, do NOT use Scratch Jr. It has so few color options and it doesn’t let you draw very well and it’s a huge pain and it would be way easier to like make some doodles in a drawing app and then put them in Capcut or something like that. Do not follow my example 😭

[spider-mandaily]

Fun Fact: For the fight scene in Spider-Man (2002) Joe Manganiello revealed that he was offered $100 by two crew members to actually punch Tobey Maguire in the face. Fearing that he would never work again, he did not do it.

[osi-inn]

Pt 1

>Comic book Archive, Personal collection

>Stash location 1

Pt 1/Pt 2

>In Order

>Secret Wars book 3 of 5

>Power Rangers Unlimited 1, 1 in 10 variant

>Earth's Mightiest Heros The Avengers 60

>Future State: Robin Eternal 1

>Miles Morales: Spider-Man 33, Villain's Reign Variant

>Batman: Legends Of Gotham 1

>Batman 132

>Spider-Man/Deadpool 43

>Final Crisis 3 of 7

>Gambit 1, 1st issue

>Gambit 9

>Nightwing 50

>Nightwing 51

>X Factor 14

>White Widow 2

>Detective Comics 1064

>Transformers 1

>Spider-Man/Deadpool 45

>Batgirl 2

>Batgirl 16

>X-Men: Battle of the Atom 1, Variant

>Batman 669

>The Uncanny X-Men 281

[skitty-kirby]

Decided to take a small break from Art Fight (combination of sudden bad internet connection + slight burnout) so I made a little midnight shitpost to not get rusty hhhh So here we got more shenanigans: -Skitty is deeply afraid of spiders, her friend Scarlette owns a pet tarantula named "Helix" that she likes to tease her with. RIP those support beams. And my understanding of perspective LMAO -Blade does absolutely speak in keysmash. :^) -Did I ever tell y'all about the time I had an OCxCanon ship of my own? Except the only OC I had almost 11 years ago during my early DeviantArt days was Skitty and uh. Yeah. While it's obviously not canon anymore, it's still something I like to poke fun at every now and then. xD

[spidey-official]

thanks so much! (Wasn't sure if you wanted mun or not so I'm just gonna not do mun)

nicknames: spidey, webs, spider-boy, spiderling, spider-baby. starkson (thor's nickname?), spider-menace, etc.

zodiac: leo

height: 5'7 if that matters

hogwarts: proud huffleclaw!!

last thing I googled: is it illegal to kidnap someone if they say they're okay with it and you're a superhero

fave music: uhhhh pop? but I also listen to whatever mr stark has on!!

song stuck in my head: heh...hehehe.... spider-man, spider-man......does whatever a spider can..

followers: 50 (please continue to keep this account on the down-low thanks <3)

following: 37

do you get asks: uhm sorta? a few a week from like one anon whom I love dearly & some others bi-weekly-ish

amount of sleep: irrelevant

what are you wearing: 😳 oh stawp it you silly goose

dream job: science!!!! science something idk just anything science. maybe photography? science too.

languages: english only :/ having shuri teach me wakandan!!

random fact: i may or may not be able to call spiders at my will 😘

aesthetic: out of suit idk like chill science nerd

thanks man!! i won't be tagging people out of fear for their lives <3

Thank you for tagging me, @s-nebul0sa!

Nicknames: Ingy/Ivy (I don’t have many friends so Ivy is one that I picked because I don’t like my name so I ask to be called Ivy instead or maybe another nickname if the person prefers that)

Zodiac: Pretty sure it’s Scorpio

Height: 152.5 cm (some trashcans in my city are taller than me…)

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff

Last thing you googled: Stardew Valley Mods

Favorite music: Mostly Pop music

Song stuck in your head: Who We Are by Hozier

Following: 263

Followers: 312

Do you get asks: Maybe once a year, it’s really rare

Amount of sleep: 3/4 hours when I’m lucky, 6 hours sometimes when my body is truly exhausted and I pass out at 3 am and sleep throughout the morning

What you're wearing: Pajamas (it’s hot AF and this is the lightest option of clothes I have)

Dream job: Movie/TV show director but I don’t know if I’m actually capable of doing that

Languages: My birth language is Portuguese (Brazil) but I’m also fluent in English and Spanish (I'm better at English than any other tho, including Portuguese)

Random fact: A chicken’s heart rate is about 4 times higher than humans, for example, a healthy adult resting heart rate ranges from 60 to 100 bpm while a normal chicken has a resting heart rate of 200 – 300 bpm

Aesthetic: I’m honestly not sure how to properly describe it, it’s a colorful mess basically

 

I'm tagging (no pressure) @laurensxdeath, @seriously-poppins, @kai999 and anyone else who wants to do it!

[swordmaid]

🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

[ratcandy]

if there is one thing i don't like about studying bugs it's nothing to do with the actual studying but instead every time i tell someone "oh yeah i study bugs and hope to work with bugs my entire life because i love them" the response i almost always get is "oh i could never do that i hate bugs. i kill every bug i see. i hope every bug dies" and it's. like. that's so cool dude. why are you telling me this

[just-some-friendly-fun]

Thinking about Tomas Vrbada's VA being Yuri Lowenthal and just smashed together my current brainrot over Spider-man and MK1 rn... Also, I can't help but think about the Lin Kuei Trio becoming like... a trio of just Spider-men in this AU I'm thinking about rn. Thinking HEAVILY about Bi-Han being something like The Cryo-Spider or just how he'd DEFINITELY give in to having a symbiote too.... (It's not like I'm thinking the name "Frost-Bite" would be a fitting symbiote name for him or anything. Totally not)

[spidey-official]

ugh I'm so sore today!!! mr. Stark is being mean and saying it's because I threw myself in front of a car yesterday but idk I think he's lying :/

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Becoming Spider-Man Chapter One Penny Parker's New Suit

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> Peter Parker & Tony Stark (IronDad)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> Penny Parker comes out of the closet and into a new suit. Set immediately following Civil War. Mostly non-AU, aside from the obvious transness and uncharacteristic behaviour (every good story needs an antagonist, after all).

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 1245

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (T) None applicable.

𝐀/𝐍 -> Welcome to our intense daydream/series of loosely sequential one-shots about what would happen if Peter Parker were a trans guy, inspired by rileys_cosplay on TikTok. The initial chapter comes from an interpretation of one of their videos – hope you enjoy it! Check it out below, or on AO3 here! Cute divider by @sweetmelodygraphics!

Next Chapter (2/16) ->

"Penny? You got a sec?"

Tony's voice snapped me out of my brooding, head jerking to attention. "M-Mr. Stark, Sir... I didn't realise you'd be home."

"Well, it is... My home," he replied without emotion, one eyebrow cocked as the lamp over his place on the sofa clicked on, casting him into an softly eerie light. I flushed deeply, ducking behind the curtain of my dark hair.

"I just mean... I haven't seen you much while I've been here," I stammered, sweat beading against the nape of my neck. I'd been at Tony's for almost a week, under the care of the Incredible Iron Man while my Aunt May was at a nursing convention, but I still hadn't gotten used to having a man in such close proximity to me for an extended period. It was nice, though. Mr. Stark was kind to me, even if he was pretty cocky sometimes.

"Yeah, sorry about that, kid. Places to see, people to do, you know the drill," he offered with a nonchalant wave of his hand. "Actually, I've been fixing up something for you the last few days."

"For... Me?" I repeated tentatively, fingertips brushing the front of my shirt in a meaningless gesture, repressing a shudder as pain cinched my ribcage at the contact. He nodded, getting to his feet with a world-weary sigh and crossing to where I still stood motionless by the front door.

"The onesie was cute and all, but you're an Avenger now, kid. You've gotta look the part."

I swallowed dryly, taking the paper bag held before me. "Oh... Uh... T-thanks, Mr. Stark."

He waved off my gratitude, taking a swig from the cut glass in his free hand, the amber liquid within depleting at an alarming rate. "Go try it on, let me see how it fits."

I nodded, turning to leave, but his fingers grasped my wrist gently, drawing my gaze back to his. "You'll have to go without your bandages if you want to keep up with us," he added, his voice low and uncomfortable. "It's not safe, and this suit isn't designed to accommodate it."

My clammy face, which had at last begun to lose its blush-induced hue, roared to life once more, my internal furnace stoked by humiliation at his words. "Oh! O-oh, uh... Yeah, of course. S-sure." My hand fell to my side, still grasping the bag weakly, lapsing into stunned silence as I again moved to exit.

I found myself sat on the edge of my neatly-made guest bed, the sheets pulled taut and flawless beneath me, speaking of a professionalism only afforded to the wealthiest of the elite – a far cry from my usual haphazardly-tossed duvet spread unevenly over a part-removed sheet. The idea of having income so disposable that you could pay someone to make your bed was an almost laughable one, if not for the dread climbing my throat, snaking lianas entwining and suffocating without pause or mercy.

I ripped my shirt from my body, disgusted and ashamed as I untangled the well-worn bandages from my ribcage, flinching despite myself. The material had a penchant to roll into the dips and valleys between the bones, chafing the paper-thin skin it found there – but what other choice did I have? Aunt May had threatened to kick me out for merely mentioning a desire for shorter hair. Approaching her and asking for some of her own money (hard-earned, as she reminded me often) for a real binder was unthinkable. But I'd gotten by until now, more or less. I had no idea how Tony had been aware, but the idea of him knowing brought a humiliated flush to my cheeks once more.

It's just three more days. It'll be fine. It's only while you're wearing the suit, and that might not even happen again.

My boxers were riding low on my hips, and I paused before pulling out my makeshift packer – a balled pair of socks, acting as a comforting bulge to replace the anatomy I should have been born with. Even my old suit hadn't allowed for packing in familiar company; the tight material gave no mercy or chance of concealment.

If nothing else, the new suit was softer – gone was the coarse cotton of my own creation, replaced with a silky elastane that guaranteed a form-fitting fabric. My breathing hitched in my throat as my unshaven legs slid into the suit, stumbling back to sit on the bed as my emotions threatened to send me tumbling. The material was denser around my hips, lined with some rough synthetic material of indeterminate origin that caught on the curve of my flesh as I fought to pull the suit over the repulsive softness. The issue began again at my chest, sending me wriggling and struggling against the mattress until I finally slid my arms into the fabric with a gasp, panting until the beads of sweat on my forehead began to cool.

Swallowing dryly, I moved to my feet, feeling both at once cradled and revealed by the thin weave. The mask lay curled in the bottom of the bag, and I tugged it on, blinking in disbelief at the mechanical display that overlayed my usual reality. "F… Friday?"

"Yes, Penny?" The soft, melodic voice resonated in my skull, a faint trace of the speech's intonation appearing in the corner of my view.

"No way," I whispered, head pivoting in stunned reverie. Information boxes expanded before me, outlining the materials within and uses of the sparse contents of my guest room. A shocked laugh burst from my lips, spiking the sound wave.

I was viewing the materials of my suit before recognition dawned, so dumbfounded by the number of unknown components that it took longer than it should for the reality before me to sink in.

The thickened fabric along my torso flattened and sculpted my body in invisible ways, carefully crafting soft curves into hard lines, adding bumps and bulges where that had only been smooth skin and devastating hollows. My fingertips traced a line – a straight line – between collarbone and navel, struck to silence as tears pricked in the corners of my eyes. My hips and chest had become imperceptible, and I watched with fascination as my shoulders shifted under the fabric, every inch of muscle lovingly emphasised, when my hand moved to touch the curve of my throat, the imbedded comms system appearing, for all the world, as an Adam's apple.

"M… Mr. Stark…"

"Yes?"

I looked around in shock at the empty room before letting out a gentle laugh, turning back to the mirror. "You can hear me?"

"Built-in communications. Pretty standard Avenger stuff." I could almost see the nonchalant wave of the hand – Tony was, on occasion, almost humble.

"The suit…" Words failed me, hands caressing the length of my body once more, enraptured by the transformation the blue-and-red material had afforded me.

"It's just a prototype, of course," he replied quickly, his voice pitching minutely upwards in his uncertainty. "Changes can be made, if that's what you-"

"No!" I yelped, holding up my hands to an invisible champion. "No… It's… Mr. Stark, it's perfect. I love it."

A soft laugh echoed through the suit, encompassing and comforting. "I'm glad, Penny. But please, call me Tony."

I examined the harsh lines of my body once more, standing taller as I blinked back tears. "Sure, Tony. But only if you'll call me Peter." The smile was audible in his voice as he replied. "You got it, Spider-man."

[shakespearerants]

"Average person gets an illness misdiagnosed 12 x a year" factoid actually just statistical error. Average person gets 0 misdiagnosis a year. Tumblr user shakespearerants, who receives a misdiagnosis every time they go to a doctor, is an outlier adn should not have been counted.

[spider-mandaily]

Marvel Swimsuit Special Friends, Foes & Rivals #1 (2025) featuring Mary-Jane Watson & Felicia Hardy AKA the Black Cat by J. Scott Campbell!

[jasmancer]

anyway thank u Gerardo Sandoval and Brian Reber for these beautiful Hobie Images

[ex-vespidae]

i would love to make kirby charts for my headcanons and theories