#hobie is 17

[drenched-in-sunlight]

He was a punk she did ballet: ❌

He and she are both punks and have a crush on a same art baby: ✅

[nadeshikoshirogi]

I've read some stories where Hobie is good at sewing/embroidering, so imagine the punk embroidering a hoodie for Miles, while he paints a shirt for Hobie (lucky for them no one in NY is paying attention to the pink teen punk) 🌻💖

[audhd-nightwing]

punkflower headcanons:

- miles already has his ears pierced but only wore really basic gold/silver studs until he met hobie, after which he started wearing a bunch of cool earrings (him and gwen buy cute earring packs and split them so they each get half). hobie is starstruck the first time he sees miles in dangly earrings

- miles, being an artist, is actually really good at painting nails and does it for hobie all the time (he claims his hands are too shaky to do it himself but really he just likes miles holding his hands)

- hobie lets miles doodle all over his battle vest and miles lets hobie put a few pins and patches on his favorite hoodie

- they make each other playlists/mixtapes (i’m gonna be fr with y’all i have no idea what time period hobie’s dimension is)

- miles sketches hobie a lot, hobie pretends not to notice but finds it very endearing

- hobie is ecstatic when he finds out miles is into graffiti and brings him back to his dimension so they can do a bunch of it without miles getting in trouble with his dad

- hobie teaches miles to play guitar. i believe this with the entirety of my heart and soul

- hobie gets a tattoo of one of miles’ drawings (without telling him) and miles cries when he sees it (it’s a sunflower ofc)

[spoopdeedoop]

goldenpunk doodle page i did a while ago when i was sad

[a-hypnos-v]

F4NBOY AU M1LES ❗️

[punkeropercyjackson]

A trope that-Well i'm not sure i'd call it my favorite but it's definitely WAYYY up there and it's 'troubled but good kid'.I'm not talking about pick me girls or generic nerdy white boys,i mean kid characters who're genuinely weird and outcasts-Kids of color and baby autistics and eggs who get adultified,who get mocked and humiliated,who get fitted into boxes they don't want to and they act like real ones do instead of sanitization but that also includes the extreme unjustified punishments and loneliness that comes with.Most of the adults in their lives don't do anything to stop the abuse they're going through or if they're really unlucky,there's straight up no positive older figures to guide them so they're lost and there's no Neverland to fly away to.They gotta become strong,they gotta stay kind for their own sake,they gotta keep their shit bottled up because they feel enough of a burden already and don't want it to get worse,to not be even worse thought of.They didn't do anything wrong,they just tried to be good,they tried their best,but it was never enough for people's expectations

But it pays off.Their strength gave them the ability to be heroes as they slowly got older,their kindness inspired and healed others and they got it returned like they deserved,they were allowed to be a person and not a problem for once and now everyone thinks they're the coolest person ever because they ARE,they WERE,they ALWAYS WILL BE.Was i troubled kid?Yeah,you could say that.Was i ever really Robin?I'm not a role model.All i ever wanted was the normal life i couldn't have.I know-I wanted to show that i'm not so motherly,that i can have fun too.Because us weirdos have to stick together and nobody should be punished for who they are!

They might've never been told they were good kids but they grew up to be even better adults

[nurtleteckye]

Greetings tumblr. before you i place a gift. hobie with a symbiote. goodbye tumblr for now

[queer-here-and-in-fear]

i am. actually fucking insane. i havent been this hyperfixated in fucking years its great. i have not finished watching itsv and havent started atsv. i know the plots of both by memory. i am so hyperfixated on hobie brown and punkflower its bonkers. im genuinely rocking back and forth. my heart rate is so fast. the autism is winning today boys. anyways who wants ten mililon drawings of hobie and miles [they are not finished yet but. very close.]

[the-ghost-of-nyx]

a new meme was born today

[drenched-in-sunlight]

favouritism.

[nadeshikoshirogi]

It's pretty obvious who got (stole) those sunflowers for Miles isn't it?

I'm still not convinced with the style here but I'll keep trying

[brighterdaysarebeforeus]

And the continuation! Two more parts after this, I think! (^.^)

@hobiesgender @hadesdaughter2002 @lirulua

Masterlist

Miles wasn’t even aware of himself as he scrambled forward, stumbling to his feet and ignoring the fighting still going on in favor of rushing towards the damaged building. The rubble was still shifting, the little girl was still crying, but Miles only had focus on the hope that was growing in his chest. Miguel was potentially following behind him, or maybe not, who really knew, but Miles managed to make it to the building first.

His instincts sort of faltered then — the girl was still crying, covered in dust and looking shocked, and technically his job as Spider-Man meant that he should comfort her, or at least get her to safety. But on the other hand, the building rubble looked heavy and was still shifting, and Miles was itching to help that out because his dad was under there, what if he was stuck, what if he was hurt, what if he needed help too —

The rubble shifted one last time and Hobie’s masked face appeared; the lenses that covered his eyes were narrowed into slits as he took an audible breath, bracing the building against his shoulder while he adjusted and lifted again. Rocks fell from the collapsing debris, and the decision was made for Miles — not only his dad, now, but Hobie, who needed help. He was still somewhat injured from Earth-42, because super healing didn’t necessarily mean instant healing, and now he was struggling with the heaviness of the building.

“What did you do, Brown?” Miguel snarled suddenly, and Miles growled at him protectively before jumping on top of a piece of rubble. He placed his hands next to Hobie’s, bending his knees and straining to help him lift it.

Hobie had created a little pocket, similar to what Miles himself had done when saving Inspector Singh, and Jefferson was curled into a ball in the center of it. He looked relatively unharmed, though it looked like his glasses had broken, and he was more shaky getting up than Miles had ever seen him before.

Miles couldn’t hold himself back if he’d tried; he threw himself forward, getting closer to his dad than he’d ever allowed himself to be when he was Spider-Man. His dad let out a surprised grunt when Miles slammed into him, holding him tightly and scenting him with a ferocity he’d never done before. Jefferson let him, confused and still clearly terrified at his near death experience.

As Miles calmed down, he realized several things were happening at once: the fight with the Spot was still going on, and the little girl was now crowded in with Miles and his father, and Hobie was arguing with Miguel, who was yelling at both him and Miles at the same time. He turned his head just in time to hear Miguel.

“The safety of the multiverse is at risk!”

“You don’t know that!” Hobie snapped back. “You don’t get to decide that Miles has to lose his dad right at this moment just because you say so!”

“Look at what saving him has done!” Miguel threw his hands out to the sides, where small black holes were forming in buildings. Miles felt his heart seize at the sight of them, and his grip on his dad tightened. His dad was muttering something under his breath, but Miles couldn’t focus on that just yet. “The universe is starting to break apart!”

“That has nothing to do with saving his dad, and you know it!” Hobie gestured towards the fight, where Pavitr was throwing his projectile at the Spot and getting a lucky hit; the Spot had been distracted by throwing up a portal to block Noir’s double attack, which nearly hit Peter B and then Peni in quick succession. Black holes were appearing around them, and the Spiders were trying to use that to their advantage with little luck; after all, none of them knew where those dimensional tears went, and the Spot did. “The bloke is literally made of dimensional transportation holes. He is the one causing all the anomalies!”

That seemed to bring Miguel up short, brow furrowing in thought. Hobie let out a wordless snarl, then swung his guitar towards Miguel without a warning. Miguel ducked automatically, letting out a shout, but it was cut off when Hobie sent a different flying projectile back through the hole it came from. Miguel stared at Hobie, gobsmacked, while he slung his guitar over his shoulder and looked down at Miguel despite the man being taller than him.

“Now,” he said calmly, “if you’re not gonna help, then get out of the way.” He turned to Miles and his dad, making eye contact with Miles as he did so. “Get him to safety. Join us when you can.”

Then jumped forward, back into the fray.

Miguel looked torn, but followed after Hobie with a snarl. He also lifted his hand, LYLA appearing from his watch, and shouted into it requesting extra backup as he threw himself into the fight as well. Jefferson was still muttering under his breath, but Miles had the foresight to pick up the little girl and help his dad out of the little safety pocket Hobie had created for the two of them. He handed the girl to his dad, who immediately clung to him for safety, and they began moving out of the way, heading towards the barricades the police were last seen at; Miles finally tuned into what his dad was saying as they ran, trying not to get hit with the stuff that was being thrown around or crashed into.

“Multiple Spider-Men.” He was muttering, sounding vaguely shocked. “There are…multiple. More than one. Where did — there are multiple Spider-Men.”

“You think this is a lot.” Miles offered, and Jefferson’s head snapped to the side to stare at him, wide eyed and shocked. Miles tried to make his tone jovial, despite the fact that he was (very obviously) scenting his dad for comfort as best as he could while they ran next to each other. “You should see the headquarters.” Jefferson repeated the word, brow furrowing. “Spider-Men as far as the eye can see, farther even! Spider-Women, too. There was also a Spider-Car, and a Spider-Cat, and even a Spider-Horse!”

“In addition to the, uh, the Spider-Pig?” His dad asked faintly, pointing at where Ham was swinging a cartoon hammer at Spot. Miles nodded enthusiastically, and they had almost made it to the barricade when Jefferson stopped and made Miles stop as well. He opened his mouth to protest, trying to hustle them over, but Jefferson put a free hand on his face, over his mask, and said (so softly Miles almost didn’t hear him through the commotion), “Miles?”

“Uh, no…?” Miles tried, and his father blinked at him slowly, giving him the kind of look he usually did when Miles tried to get out of something. Miles doubled down though, acting as if he had no clue who he was talking about. “I don’t know a, uh, a Miles? Do you know a Miles?”

“You — ”

“Would you look at that?” Miles said rhetorically, turning his head towards the roar of a motorcycle. “That would be Jess. They need help fighting the Spot!” He shoved his father gently over towards the barricade, then jumped backwards when the man tried to grab onto one of the ripped portions of his suit. “I’ll see you later, Chief!”

[cyberhobi]

SOOO EXCITED AGSJAGSJSH

[a-hypnos-v]

Just saw people arguing Hobie’s age in fucking Pinterest comments

Could I not just have a moment of peace 💀

[punkeropercyjackson]

Hobie Brown is anti kink send tweet

[lildoodlenoodle]

Wanted to make smth clear, with a, somewhat, confirmed age for Hobie coming out. First things first, I always saw him in that 17-19 range, so 19/20 isn’t shocking for me by any means. HOWEVER because it was never stated in the movie like Miles(15), Gwen’s(17), or PB’s(39) age were, I STILL think it’s totally up to interpretation for the other characters. So while punkflower / hobiemiles, punkchai / chaipunk, and ghostpunk / HobieGwen aren’t for me(I still love all the art!) I’m never gonna hate on someone for shipping these because they interpret them to be around the same age.