#gay spider-man

[hazmatazz]

"new gay spider-man" like not all spider-men get a little bicurious when they put on the suit, stfu

[dream-thief-forever-amen]

I just saw the new concept art for the “gay” Spider-Man and thought “well, if you’re going to take it as far as that… why stop? I mean, the Grace Jones shoulder pad shape, the eyeliner designs on the mask, the princess sleeve cuffs, the stripper designs of the waist down? I’m not sure the average human can read that as gay enough. Are we sure that’s enough gay indicators for the heteros? What if they’re in space or something? Just give him heels and make his costume a fucking glittery rainbow too.”

No offense to Kris Anka but that looks like an ice skating costume. I’ve got nothing but love for my extravagant queens out there, but you could just make a new superhero character if you’ve got to go this far to sell us the concept of “gay!”

I guess it’s doubly annoying cause Peter Parker is already one of the super heroes easiest to read as gay just as he is. He’s already the type of guy who would roll up the sleeves of his white tee shirt. I mean, if you took his love interests out of any of the films you’d have a hard time convincing me he couldn’t easily be interpreted as a young gay man.

No changes needed to be made to give us a gay Spider-Man. Or a bisexual Spider-Man. Just have him kiss a dude. Problem solved. We already have one Spider-Man who would be happy to do it, too.

[gaycomicsuniverse]

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[genuinecoffeeslut]

I don't remember where I got this

[ohmyboytoy]

[defalltt]

Hobie Absolutely Wears A Fuck Ton Of Pride Pins But Just Identifies With None Of Them. Someone Asks Him About If He’s Bi Cause He’s Wearing A Bi Pride Pin And He’s Just Flat Out Like “I Don’t Know What That Means”. Confuse The Masses, Fuck Labels. Hobies Pronouns Are Whatever The Fuck Someone Decides To Call Him, He Doesn’t Care.

[jazbell]

totally how that scene went right.

bonus:

[hedonismprinc]

[french-toast-enjoyer]

being a symbrock fan who's friends with like, normal Spider-Man fans is so funny cause like. you get to hear their expectations for Venom 3. "I hope they have a canon Spider-Man!" "I hope it's rated R!" yeah well I hope they elope in Vegas at a 24-hour wedding chapel and their marriage is officiated by a Prince impersonator. their wedding rings cost no more than 400 dollars and when venom kisses the groom there's so much tongue that both Eddie and the court-appointed witness get lightheaded

[drempen]

I think our spidersona's would be besties @wazzappp

[dawndauce]

guys is it okay to kiss your bestie on the lips

[heythereitsanj]

Something something gay

[stevebabey]

The drip in the roof of the trailer is what wakes Steve.

A steady plink! of water meeting wood somewhere above them. It always leaks a little in the trailer after it rains, like a gentle metronome of fat raindrops sneaking inside the cracks. While it used to annoy him, Steve just finds it soothing now.

The curtains Eddie had poorly shut the night before are askew just an inch, letting through a sliver of sunlight. A beam sneaks through, makes the room glow, walls painted golden. Steve revels in it and it’s warmth; lets out a yawn and stretches like a big cat, giving a soft groan as he does.

His elbow knocks into Eddie’s side as he does and Steve feels the familiar rush in his chest, fond affection filling every vein— and he loves it.

He loves that momentarily forgetfulness born from his sleepiness, where he forgets that he gets to wake up with someone by his side. Wake up next to Eddie, no less.

Steve loves it, adores it, because really what it means is he gets to remember it every morning.

He gets to roll closer and poke Eddie gently on the cheek, a small smidge of him just wanting to check if he’s real. If this, this love, is real and his. Eddie lets out a groggy groan, buries his face further in the pillow. Steve grins. Yep, he’s real.

Eddie makes another groggy noise and this time pulls his face out of his pillow slowly. He looks like a disgruntled cat, hair still stuck to his cheek, some small patch of drool left on the pillow. Eddie makes a soft ‘hmph!’ and one hand reaches up, wiping across his face lazily. His eyes peek open.

And as much as Steve loves his own secret moment in the morning, it’s blown out of the water by this every time — the moment Eddie sees him. Brown eyes see him and Eddie just softens. Like butter in the sun. Sinks further into his pillow and smiles, sleepy and wonderful.

Normally, they both let sleep comes and go, drifting across the sheets in half-hearted cuddles that Steve melts for every time. Today, Eddie’s smile grows into a happy grin. Then his hands are stretching out and he’s making small grabby hands across the sheets, urging his boyfriend over.

“C’mere,” he says, hands finding Steve’s side and pulling him, soft. “Gimme.”

Steve grins, heart flip-flopping. Goes without any resistance, shifting to snuggle up to Eddie, tucking up and under his chin as Eddie’s does his best to scoop him up in his arms. It’s warm. Eddie’s pulse is a small comfort to Steve as he rests his head upon Eddie’s chest, hands curled around his middle, thumbing at soft scar tissue. Thump-thump-thump, Eddie’s heart says, and Steve can somehow easily read the love in it; his stomach turns again, in a dizzy elated way.

“Mm, birthday boy,” Eddie hums, but he’s still so sleepy that birthday sounds more like birfday. Steve feels his heart jump in surprise — a moment in which he’s baffled Eddie knows. That Eddie remembers. The last couple birthdays… well, he hadn’t been friends with Robin til after his birthday in ‘85 and then, well, with everything in ‘86… It’s been awhile since someone has remembered is all.

He doesn’t mean to sound as surprised he does when he murmurs, “You remembered?”

Eddie hums again, a sweet loving noise. His arms around Steve tighten and Steve feels his heart keen when his lips brush across Steve’s temple. A gentle kiss is pressed there. It feels like everything he needs — this quiet small moment of wonder, a tiny moment of tenderness, just for Steve. He presses his own kiss back, lips against Eddie’s collarbone.

“S’look,” Eddie continues, dragging his arm off Steve to point somewhere on the wall. Steve follows his gaze and then— there it is, on Eddie’s calendar. Circled in red is April 29th. It’s covered in sloppy hearts, so much there’s no room for any word other than ‘Steve!!’ in the middle; his birthday. Marked so Eddie would remember, wouldn’t even dare the chance to forget it.

Eddie drops his arm, returning it to where it was, hooked over Steve’s side so his hand can run soothing soft touches down his back. He sighs again, another sleepy noise, and Steve could probably cry.

“Precious birthday boy, mm,” Eddie mumbles lovingly. “Lovely precious birthday boy,” he warbles on, voice gooey enough that Steve know he means it. Actually thinks that— that he’s precious, and lovely, and everything more. “What d’ya wanna do t’day?”

Steve tightens his cuddle and whispers, “Just this.”

He can feel Eddie’s grin, in response, and then there’s another kiss to his head. Just this. It’s the complete truth.

[spideypooloser]

[megamindsupremacy]

Gwen had to say “will you adopt me” to Jessica Drew when they first met because any other dialogue option would have had Gwen being Extremely Gay at her and they could only get away with so much queercoding

[ddawnee]

// atsv spoilers

whoever said there was gonna be a love triangle between miles, gwen, and hobie oughta be ashamed. if anything, hobie was more into miles.

that boy did NOT leave miles alone for one second! draping his arm over him constantly, literally HELPING HIM, talking to him more than he has spoken to gwen in the whole movie..?

look, i love gwen, but she’s definitely not in the center of the love triangle for real, its miles.