#Across the Spider Verse

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he, in fact, WAS easy to draw for this meme

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Hi! If your requests are open I have one! Just saw ATSV yesterday and its rotting my brain agsisghagdh anyways-

An M!Spider!Reader who is one of Miguel's trusted agents with a tendency to overwork himself to make sure that his teammates are kept safe and ignoring his own health in the process. This understandably makes Miguel very concerned but this man cannot healthily express this are you kidding? What I'm saying is classic troupe of patching you up while scolding you in Spanish and then maybe they kiss a little bit and well if you want to make it a little spicy I wont stop you >:]

Thank you very much! Genuinely makes my gay little heart happy when I see writers like you who exclusively write for gn/male readers, y'all are the backbone of the x reader community fr 💜

A/N: im so sorry this took so long this was months ago but a mf forgot and wow here i am yippee!!!! As usual, if yall find any spelling mistakes pls inform me as i’m always praciticing this damn 2nd language lmao. Lets see if my writing skills is still any good LOL enjoy!! <333

Careless 

Tags: Miguel O’hara xM!Reader, Spidey!Reader, Lyla, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Spider Society, No Smut, Kissing , Fluff, Reader is another spiderman, Soft!Miguel, slight OOC, patching up, healing fic, non-graphic description of wounds, mentions of blood and cuts 

Yet, with all that said, Miguel likes to remind himself that no spidey truly comes home unscathed.

Ever since the new guy joined the team, he quickly rose in the ranks and became Miguel’s right-hand man. He’d usually go on patrol, jumping from one universe to another with the man as they capture and contain anomalies like the bugs they are. Miguel puts his trust in him, well, as much trust as a man like Miguel can put in someone. But despite the short time the newbie has been in the Spider society, he has managed to capture Miguel and most of the Spider people's hearts so easily. 

He’s a comet that passes by the compound. Each time he returned from a mission, the spiders would gather around him, congratulating him on another successful mission and inviting him to drink or eat together.  A aswarm would always gather around the portal they knew he would come out from and each time, without fail, he would emerge to cheers and smiles. It wasn't like everyone else wasn't doing a good job, they were all doing what they were supposed to, but somehow the newbie was liked all around, solidifying Miguel’s slowly growing infatuation with him. 

But despite the trust and praises he gets, a spidey doesn't come home unscathed, not every time. Sometimes he’d come back from one of his solo missions with a broken rib or two, bruises in more places than necessary, a torn muscle here a twisted ankle there. He’d limp his way into the infirmary, an army of other spideys following him in worry yet he’d dismiss them easily with a simple wave and a; “It’s nothing guys, I’ll be fine,”

Miguel hates it.

Whenever the man goes on missions with the leader of the society, without fail, he will come home with nothing more than one or two bruises that would heal in a couple of hours if not minutes. Miguel would roll his shoulders back and the man would simply shake his head furiously like a dog before prancing to greet his waves of fans. Miguel didn't need to pay attention to him unless they were doing teamwork. He would run around by himself, track down the anomaly with him, and they would contain it easily and transfer it back just as easily. 

He might not look like it, but when Miguel brings a teammate with him on duo missions, he’s expected to cover their back and vice versa. Miguel will break any skull that dares to hurt his team and he hopes for the same response from his teammate. The newbie never disappoints. 

Miguel would find himself enraged, almost cornered by an anomaly, and there come’s Prince Charming with a devastating kick towards the anomaly’s side which sends it hurling into another building. Miguel appreciates their duo missions, the main reason he puts himself with the newbie. 

Not to mention, he makes a great team leader too. He’s carried out several missions with the younger ones, mainly Miles and Gwen, and despite it all, they always return successfully and with a snack in hand. When he goes on missions with Hobie, they’d somehow come back with a new intricate playlist created and when he goes on missions with Pavitr, they’d come back with pockets full of trinkets ready to give them to the other youngins. All in all, a solid team leader.

Yet, with all that said, Miguel likes to remind himself that no spidey truly comes home unscathed.

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You were on a mission with Miles. One of your duo missions with the boy, rare considering Gwen usually tags along. But today she’s got a mission with Pavitr and Peni, which leaves you and Miles for some quality Dude Time. 

It was a sunny day in the universe Miles and you dropped in. As the two of you swing from building to building, talking about Miles’ thing with Gwen and laughing at how embarrassed he gets, continuing the topic to buying a new Lego set for Pavitr and Hobie as the two of you swung past a Lego shop, when suddenly the anomaly reveals itself.

Another variant of Doc Oct holding themselves up with their extended metal arms. You can handle a Doc Oct alone, and with Miles helping you, the mission was expected to be so easy you were already thinking about what to have for dinner. 

But things don't always go according to plan, does it?

It strikes 8 pm when Miguel gets a notif from Lyla that an arriving portal was opened into the containment site of the compound. The man clicks his tongue, dropping from his platform before making his way to the site. Every step he takes he leaves his foul mood like a repellent, making the other spidey avoid him, cutting the middle path of the other spideys like a blade. His scowl is not helping his case either way.

The last portal should've been at 6 pm.

The door slides open, and a slight hiss rings out into the room. Inside the evenly lit expanse of the room, he easily spots yours and Mile’s spider suits in between all the other anomaly's dingy outfits. Miguel takes a breath before he stalks towards the two men, their backs to him.

“Ugh, my rib is killing me,” You groan, pressing in the code to store the anomaly in its cell.

“You're telling me, this bruise is going to be a pain in the butt to heal,” Miles sighed, holding his left arm. “But if it weren't for you, man, I’d be dead meat,” 

“Oh come on Miles, none of us knew the guy would send a gas truck our way,” You scoff. The terminal beeps and the thrashing anomaly is contained. 

“The fact that it burned on its way towards us was also something we didn't expect.” Miles laughs at what you said as you find yourself cringing. You knew there were going to be burn marks on your leg.

“No, but seriously, thanks for covering me back there, I thought we’d-”

“You thought you’d what?” 

Miles practically jumps into your arms as the both of you screams. You shut your eyes and it seems like Mile’s did the same before a stern cough makes you peek through your eyelids. There, in front of you, stands a solid wall of muscle and anger. Miguel has his arms crossed, eyes so sharp it could cut a mountain in half. The slight scowl on his lips would be cute if it weren't for the pure bloodlust as he gazes down into you, making you gulp.

“Heeeeeey Miguel,” Your pathetic excuse of a smile was met with nothing but him deepening his frown. Okay alright yup.

Miles awkwardly scuffles down your arms. He coughs into his fist, pulling at the edge of his suit. “Hi there haha…”

Miguel stares. “The last arrival portal should've been at six.”

Not a sound from you or Miles. Miguel holds back a growl. 

“You two are late.”

“Right, ‘m sorry Miguel, I promise this would be the last time, it was just that- See me and Miles here; we didn't realize that this Doc Oct was gonna be slightly more insane than the others-” You ramble, Miles quickly nodding along. 

“And haha, well, one truck lead to another and next thing ya’ now, bam! We got uh… hurt,” A nervous chuckle left your lips. Miguel replies nothing.

“B-but! I covered Miles from the fire! So he only got a couple of bruises, I promise the kid is fine and it wasn't his fault either so let’s just-”

“Enough.” He barks. You practically clamped your mouth shut. 

The doors hisses open again and Gwen comes running in, worry on her face. She sighs in relief as he spots Miles hiding beside you. “Miles! Thank goodness you’re okay!” 

Miguel turns as she runs and wraps her arms around the boy. “You came back so late!”

“I’m sorry Gwen, things got a bit out of control,” Miles pats the girl back reassuringly. “I just got a bit beaten up, nothing I can't handle,” 

Gwen pulls back and grabs the boy's face before turning it left and right and up and down, her eyes scanning like a hawk. She deems it enough as she stops, hands firmly holding Miles’ arms. “You always say that,” She sighs. 

You can't help the small relieved smile on your lips as you watch the two teens catch up with each other before Miguel makes a gesture with his hand.

“Gwen, go take Morales into the infirmary.” He says as he nods to Lyla that popped up on his brace. “And make sure he doesn't get out of bed for the next two days.”

“What?! But it’s barely a scratch-” 

“Now, Morales.” The man stares them down until eventually, Miles relents with a sigh and lets the girl usher him into the Infirmary's direction, the two of them shuffling next to each other, Gwen's arm around Miles. 

You hear something along the lines of ‘detention’ from Gwen as she laughs before the door slides close, leaving you with an enraged lion in its territory. You gulp as Miguel fixes his red eyes on you.

“You. Come with me.” 

And that's how you find yourself walking down the halls of the many living quarters of the compound. You followed silently behind Miguel’s broad shoulders, in any other day you would find it hard to resist not ogling those massive arms, but tonight Miguel was practically a walking beacon of rage. The smallest misstep would make him burst and thats the last thing you want to happen. 

“Miguel, I'm sorry, okay?” You try, catching up to walk beside him. “I promise this will be the last time I’ll come back from a mission late, plus, I won't bring anyone else with me too if I ever do it again. I swear this won't hap-”

His sudden halt catches you off guard and you bump against him. You scratch the bridge of your nose with a slight frown from the impact. The dimly lit hallway made it a slight challenge to read the nameplate but you managed to make out ‘O’Hara’ and with that, your stomach drops.

“Um… Miguel, this isn't my room…” 

The door opens. The room is pitch black. 

Miguel makes his way inside. His red eye glows before he commands; “Sit.” 

Fear brought you to sit on his bed, not a crease in sight which only struck your fear deeper into you. You could hear your heartbeat, terrified for what's to come. The worst thing Miguel could do would probably chew you out in the comfort of his room, away from any possible witnesses, and then maybe take you out of commission for a while as your punishment. 

You gulp as the man sets something beside you. It was a box, hard to make out what it was but it seemed heavy. Miguel clawed and the large hand extends towards you and you screw your eyes shut, hell did you pray to any god that was willing to listen to you so please please please-

“Bring your face closer.” 

Huh?

Cautiously, you open your eyes to Miguel’s face inches away from you, a warm light bathes over his features, making the lines of worry and fear evident. “Let me see your wounds.” 

You blink, once, twice, owlishly, making the man before you sigh and cup your jaw softly. He turns your face to inspect it before he brings his other hand which wipes your fringe away from covering any other possible wounds. 

He hums. “Looks like just scratches.” 

The mystery box turns out to be a first aid kit. Miguel flicks it open and rummages around in it before he pulls a couple of bottles and bandages out. 

“Take off your suit top, we need to treat that burn before it gets worse.” He demands. You cough before awkwardly peeling off what's left of your suit before dropping it on the carpeted floor. You need to get that repaired.

You couldn't bear to meet Miguel's eyes. Not when he’s kneeled in front of you, his usually intimidating body looking small as he’s hunched over. He looks tired, his frown is a mixture of worry and annoyance, but there is something beneath it. Something you don't dare to think about but you know. You always knew. From the first day, you finally managed to see that crack in Miguel’s hardened exterior, you’ve been scared to make another move toward him. Behind this wall of a man, is a heart guarded with spikes and what he has in his eyes right now as he’s wrapping a cooling pad around your arm is something that petrifies you. 

“Next time you’ll be doing missions with me and me only. I won't be assigning you to any other spiders until you learn to take care of yourself,” He huffs, unveiling another roll of bandages.  He pulls at your shoulder which makes you turn slightly. 

"Fucking hell, ¿cómo puedes ser tan descuidado? You run around saving everyone else but who’s going to save you, huh?" He huffs, wrapping the last of the bandage slightly too tight which makes you wince. He notices but does nothing. 

Once again, he holds your chin between his fingers as your gazes suddenly meet. Miguel growls with how you won't meet his eyes, firmly pointed anywhere but into Miguel’s red eyes. He sighs before letting you go as he takes out some ointments. He puts the substance on your cheek and under your slowly blackening eye, then down your jaw where you know a pretty bad bruise taints your skin. You feel his movement slow before his hand rests on your nape, sending jolts of warmth through your body.

“Cuídate, ¿eh? Cuídate." His voice devastatingly soft. 

Confusion and a steady wave of feelings start at the bottom of your heart, which only worsens as you finally find the courage to look at Miguel. To your surprise, his eyes are wider than usual, pools of crimson oozing with care as he scans your features. His thumb rubs at the base of your skull. “I can't lose my right-hand man.” 

He sighs. “Please, necesito que estés seguro por mí,"

You inhale sharply. Without realizing it, he's practically inches away from you. Your heart races, beats out of your control when Miguel rubs your nape again. 

“Miguel…?” 

A beat passes. Silence. 

Before Miguel growls roughly and promptly stands, taking the med kit with him. He makes his way to what you assume was his wardrobe. Panic rises beside you, making you wave around your hands. “I- Um- Miguel please I didn't mean to- Oof!”

Something was thrown at you. Something soft and large and is this hit shirt and… boxers?! 

“Change your clothes. You can't sleep in those.” Miguel points out, his scowl now a pout on his lips. 

“But-”

“I'm not saying this twice.” He growls before he slides into the bathroom and leaves you in his bedroom along with the pile of his clothes in your arms. 

You slowly look down at what you're holding. Carefully, you slide off what's left of your suit and drop them in a discarded pile before pulling on Miguel's clothes. To no one's surprise, you're practically drowning in the shirt. His boxers barrel fits you and the first goes over your tighs easily. You feel smaller even for your height and stature, but it feels… safe. 

The door of the bathroom slides open to reveal Miguel standing with slightly damp hair as he's drying it off with a towel and in nothing but gray sweats. Something grows within you and it’s definitely something else besides your heart. 

“Ah, you're done,” He glances toward you before setting the towel down neatly. He saunters to the side of his large bed, pulling the covers off before sliding in. An arm keeps the cover slightly open, before he raises an obvious brow.

“Get in here and sleep,” He huffs. 

You jump and quickly slide beside Miguel, careful to keep an inch of a distance. But that was deemed unsuccessful when the man beside you pulled you to his side, and his arm wrapped protectively around your middle which made you drape your hand over his chest. Before you can squirm, he locks his chin over your head with a content sigh. 

Shit, he really is a giant lion. You sigh. 

“Sleep. You need your rest to heal.” Miguel’s voice purrs through you while you're practically glued to his side. You chuckle slightly before pressing a peck just below his jaw.

“You sleep too.” You smile. “Good night Miguel.” 

You hear Miguel hum before he presses his lips to your crown. “Good night.” 

Translations:

how can you be so careless? = cómo puedes ser tan descuidado

Take care, huh? Take care of yourself. = Cuídate, ¿eh? Cuídate.

I need you to be safe for me, = necesito que estés seguro por mí,

Reblogs are appreciated <3

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Little Hobie 2

Earth 138-10

Little Hobie happily holds Miles 1610's hand showing around his place, "Dis is mah home, Miles! We got tree rooms and-and we share separately from the boys and the gurls." After hearing their mother needed to recover, the children were worried about who will take care of them. Miles decided to take care the children while their mother is recovering,

Miles 1610 smiles at how cute the boy, "Oh yeah?"

Little Hobie nodded, "Yeah! This is my mum's room and we aren't allowed to go in without her, but", He turns the knob to step inside. "I still do!"

Miles saw how the little boy is a lot more spunky and daring like his boyfriend. He got low to Hobie 138-10's level with a small chuckle, "Hahaha, you sure are daring, huh?"

"Yeah," He happily said with a puff of his chest.

"You wanna continue showing me around and we close this door?" Miles didn't feel uncomfortable seeing Mrs. Brown's room seeing how she kept it private for a reason.

"Sure!" He happily took Miles' hand, and shut the door behind him. "There's the living room, basement, attic, and-and-and... kitchen! Annndd... backyard! It's a bit dirty..." The Spider-man noticed how messy the area was, it seems like having eight children is already a handful that cleaning is out the window.

When he went to every part of the house, the living room and kitchen was the most dirties part with clothes, food, and toys toss around. So much unorganized items being missplace, and Hobie's older sister busy cooking a quick beans on Toast for her younger brother.

"Miles, are you hungry?" She asked being the second mother to this family, Miles only frowned seeing for a young girl taken so much responsibility.

"I'm fine, nene." Miles said to Ronica.

Hobie quickly stood in front, "I want some beans on toast, Nica!"

"OKay, go wash your hands." Ronica smiles at him.

Miles saw the other children running around having to bring mud into the kitchen floor from the door that lead to the backyard. Ronica scowls, "Stop it! I told you two to not make a mess!"

"You're not our mom, Ronny!" A the second oldest, which is a boy huffs.

While the fourth youngest nodded, "Yeah!"

Little Hobie scowls, "Ronny works hard to clean the floor! You're making a mess! Get out!" Being the fifth oldest, he went over to shove his older brother in anger, "Bombaclatt!"

"Oh yeah, your a little twerp!" His older brother harshly shove him back, then the two started to throw punches.

"Ah! Stop!" Ronny pulled her little sister back being in shock at her two brothers fighting.

"Hey! Stop it! Stop it, you two!" Miles went over using his Spider-man strength to pull the two apart, and grab their shirt pulling them up high to face them. "Stop it!" His voice stern.

The two looked surprised by his strength and his voice. "You two are brothers! You're supposed to love each other instead of fighting, look at the mess you two made." He gave them a good lecture having to set them down with their lips quivering as they view their hero being upset with them, especially Little Hobie.

"I'm sorry!" Little Hobie sniffs having tears in his eyes.

His siblings look in shock at how their feisty brother crying to Miles. Normally their little brother rarely cries and only start arguing with anyone being stubborn. "I'm sorry!" He went over to get cuddles from Miles, who picked him up to comfort him.

The Spider-man sighs, "I'm only giving you a lecture because you two were behaving. I only want best for ya'll while I'm here and your mom recovery." He could smell soil, and leaves from the kid, a bit of cinnamon spices, too.

Ronica picks one of her younger siblings in her arms, "Um... Mr. Spider-man... sir, how long will mom be gone?"

This broke the tension with the boys that fought, Miles sighs, "I think for a two weeks... maybe more. Don't worry she's in full care." His honey-brown eyes finally turns to see the little boy's dark inky eyes, his nose runny with snot and lips pouting. "Awe, don't cry. You're a tough little man."

"But you were mad at me!" Little Hobie buries his face into Miles' neck being so sad to make his hero mad at him. He cries into small muffles.

"There. There. Come on, I only want you two to understand and stop fighting. I'm not mad." He wipes the little boy's tears away being kind and gentle. "See, I'm not mad. I was never mad at you guys."

"Promise?" He hold out a pinky with a small voice.

"I promise." Miles did a pinky promise as he carries Little Hobie with one hand, "Anyway, we got a lot of work to do." He saw how lunch needs to be made, cleaning the house and laundry, he saw Ronica's and the girls need to get their hair done- and the boys need a trim. He had so much to do. "Anyone want lunch?"

"I made beans on toast." Ronica shyly said on the stove then her eyes widen as she left the beans on a lit stove, "Oh no!" Smoke started to burn the beans. Everyone coughing hearing the fire alarm beeping, Miles quickly set Little Hobie down as he took the pot from the stove to the sink filled with many old dishes.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Ronica cup her face being so upset with herself, "That was the last can of baked beans!"

"No worries. We'll have something else to eat." Miles went into the fridge to find very little food, and mostly condiments. His head started to whirl trying to figure out what he can do to help them.

"Miles! Miles! I'm hungry." Little Hobie took his hand giving his big puppy look on his face.

Just when Miles was about to answer a portal opens up reveal Hobie without his Spider-man mask on, he carried a big brown bag of groceries. "Am I just in time for lunch?"

"Hobie!"

"That's not Hobie, I am Hobie!" The little boy frowns then scowls at the imposter, "Why you here!"

"I came to see my Sunflower!" The older Hobie chuckles as he leans to kiss his SUnflower's cheek seeing how the little version of himself fuming.

"No! He's mine!" The little boy tries to push the young man away from his hero. "He's my best friend!" Hugging Miles' waist being jealous at sharing his hero.

Spider-punk huffs being jealous as well so he happily mocks, "He may be your friend but he is my Sunflower, right luv?" He kisses his boyfriend's cheek.

Miles saw the little boy's eyes watering, "Wahhh."

"Bae, stop picking on him. You're gonna make him cry." Miles pout at his boyfriend then received another kiss.

"Sorry, luv and lad. Anyway, i came by just in time, huh?" Hobie waves the air smelling of burned beans.

"Yeah, I was planning on making lunch but... the fridge." Miles' eyes on his boyfriend's brown bag, "You bought groceries?"

"Went to a supermarket not far from here. Saw everything I think we might need..." He places the brown bag then his eyes on Ronica, dark eyes soften reminding him of his own older sister. "So, lunch? Who wants the Hobie Brown sandwich?"

"Oh me!"

"I do!"

"Me too!"

All the children said except for little Hobie who was busy hugging Miles' leg. "You don't want a sandwich, niño?" He got low to face the little boy.

"Only if you make it. I don't trust him." Little Hobie pouted with a sniffle.

"Hahaha, alright. I can make the Morales special." Miles chuckles then wipes the boy's tears, "But first, I want every one to wash their hands. Come on, guys." He helps the younger ones wash their hands, then check on the baby who's still napping.

"I brought formula, Sunflower." Hobie was already in the kitchen having his set up ready. "You gonna make lil Hobie a sandwich?"

"Yeah, just wanting to make sure the baby is fine." Miles stand next to his boyfriend helping him make the sandwiches, "You know, for eight kids... how did your mother do it?"

"She didn't... my older sister watch over us, but she was young too. We all fend for ourselves in a way." Hobie grunts, then looks around, "I noticed this Mrs. Brown is at least trying to put food on the table and pay the bills."

"Yeah, I don't blame her for any of this..." Miles meant the how the house looks messy and dirty, "I can't imagine working long hours and coming home to clean up and watch the kids? And she did mention her husband left the family after the baby was born... what a bum."

"Fucking coward." Hobie scowls with pure malice in his voice, "Leaving her like this. Not fair to her and dem kids..." His heart hurts knowing the struggle living in poverty/working class.

Miles frowns at his boyfriend, "I know, baby. I'm sorry you had to go through that. Hopefully we can help fix around here while Mrs. Brown is better."

"Yeah... unless the sprogs let you go." Hobie chuckles.

His Sunflower looks down to find the youngest children after little Hobie were around his legs with their big eyes gleaming at him. They seem to take a great liking to him. "I guess they love me!"

"Who wouldn't Sunflower! You're amazing." His punker hums having a few sandwiches ready on a massive white plate. "Alright, sprogs! Sandwiches ready! Come n' get'm!" The children rushes over to the tables to get their slices.

Little Hobie sat waiting his own, "Here you go, guys." Miles came buy with the second round, watching the children chowing down. He gave little Hobie two sandwiches seeing how he didn't take one from the other plate.

"Thank you!" Little Hobie happily took his sandwiches to eat being so happy.

Miles smiles at them eating, "Oh, let me go feed um... was is Juan? Paul... ugh."

"Hahaha," His boyfriend chuckles, "You mean, Jean?"

"Yeah!" He got a warm bottle with formula being ready to feed the baby boy, "I'll go feed him."

His punker smiles at him, having to take his hand, "I love you, Miles."

"Huh? What makes you say that?" His Sunflower giggles.

"You're a kind heart person, luv. You decided to help these kids and put them first than you- it's just beautiful to see. I need you to know that's what I love about you." His hand gently massaging his Sunflower's knuckles, "I want you to know that."

"I love you, too, Hobie." Miles brightly smiles at him, "Now, let me go feed Jean." When he went to the other room, Hobie smiles at his Sunflower, then he felt a tug on his pants.

Little Hobie staring up at him, "He's mine."

"Is that a challenge?" Hobie being one to like to be mischievous saw a fun oppurtunity to poke some fun.

"No, it's a fact!" He glares at him, "Miles is mine!"

"Hahaha." Hobie chuckles, "You have no idea who am I, do you?"

"No, but I don't care! Because I'm the REAL Hobie Brown." Little Hobie kicked the punker's shin and runs off. "That's the first warning!" He ran for safety which is Miles being in the other room feeding the baby.

The Spider-punk winced at his shin but said nothing, He knew dealing with his child self would be a problem, especially when he got a little crush on his Sunflower.

[burnt-squid]

if we get some kind of reunion between these two in btsv i’ll bawl my eyes out

[tarrot-patch]

spider-noir + spider-punk 🤝 punching nazis

[irlplasticlamb]

i love it when spider people…..

prints + merch + commission info

[myersesque]

kissing the atsv character designers directly on the lips

[amartworks]

While listening to Hobie's contemporary records an incredibly vital question comes up… does he know?

[jules-hoard-of-stuff]

PSA for Across the Spiderverse:

Do NOT see the new Spiderverse movie if you have any form of epileptic condition or conditions affected by bright lights and rapidly changing colors.

I will not be spoiling the plot or anything happening in it, but it is important that people know, because ohhh my god the AMOUNT of flashing lights and rapidly changing colors from beginning to end was so rampant that even I, a non-epileptic autistic person, got a severe headache and wild overstimulation. They do not give a warning in theaters at all that this movie is NOT epileptic friendly from the literal beginning with the beginning credits - which is so, so sad!

This is a beautifully made film, it's wonderful, it's amazing, but unfortunately, it's not a good time for anyone super affected by bright flashing lights in rapid succession, especially those seizure prone.

I wanted to put this out there BECAUSE there are no theater warnings. Idk if anyone else has put it out there, but it is SUPER IMPORTANT!!!

I wish you all a lovely day and hope they eventually have a remaster that will be much more friendly to epileptic and other people affected by bright, flashing lights.

(EDIT: Changed all text to plain text for screen readers! Sorry about that, my bad!)

SECOND EDIT: please do not fight in the comments of my post please... if you guys wanna talk stuff out in DMs, that is a-okay and not my business but I directly get notifications for everyone's comments and replies- including people fighting in the comments.

I understand that some theaters have warnings in them. Mine did not, and many other peoples' did not. It seems to be a theater by theater basis, so please understand that is where I'm coming from. If you had a warning in your theater, that is wonderful! And I'm very grateful that ya'lls theaters had warnings! That is a great sign. But please under stand that mine and many others' theaters don't have warnings.

Please take any arguments off my post, it is not meant to be grounds for heated discussion, just a warning for people who are photosensitive or epileptic. Thank you.

[danidoesathing]

J.K. Simmons playing J. Jonah Jameson in every timeline has to be one of the funniest running gags ive seen in a movie. anyone can be Spiderman but there can only be one J. Jonah Jameson

[p1nkmic]

It's been so hot lately. It gave me inspiration to draw this! Pool day and a sprinkle of spiderdads! :D

[sillayangel]

gwen stacy vlc media player tshirt

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Oh yeah, Gayatri definitely knows that’s Pavitr, look at her face!

Look me in the eyes and tell me Pav is able to keep a secret identity lmao

[milimeters-morales]

i know Pavitr is crouching a bit but god. this fucking height difference??? Pavitr saying *“hobie my guy!” hobie saying *“man like PAV!!! BIG STEPPA” god they make me so happy!!

[robotpussy]

Concept art for Hobie Brown (part 1) by Christie Tseng (via Instagram)

[discountscoobyart]

eepy little spiders