#love this for you guys

[siriuslymcfly]

I’m not part of the 9-1-1 fandom but I’m loving how feral they’re all going over this cute man finally getting a boyfriend

[brighterdaysarebeforeus]

Back on earth 1610!

@hobiesgender @hadesdaughter2002 @lirulua

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Miles didn’t hit the ground this time, but only because Hobie still had his arm around his waist. He did get jerked awkwardly, though, and Hobie’s grip tightened so much that it sent more pain shooting up his side due to the giant bruise on his side. He grunted at the movement, and Hobie was careful to help him down onto the rooftop they’d landed on; making soothing noises in the back of his throat, Hobie checked Miles over while he attempted to gather himself together.

“Where…did we go…now?” Miles asked slowly, forcing himself to keep his breathing steady as the pain dulled into more of a throbbing than a shooting. Hobie glanced around them, taking in the city skyline.

“Eh, New York?” He tried, and Miles shot him a deadpan look that made him snort. Every time they’d gone through the portal, they’d ended up in some version of New York, being told they were there didn’t really help.

Miles opened his mouth to respond back, something snarky he was sure; before he could get the chance, there was the sound of another portal opening up behind them. Hobie made a ‘tsk’ noise against his teeth, urging Miles up again before he was really ready to be going. Miles stumbled, then fell over almost immediately due to something wrapping around his ankles and pulling his feet out from under him.

He twisted, saw Miguel in front of the disappearing portal, and scrambled backwards. Hobie darted in front of him, snarling and emitting a dangerous scent that made Miles’s nose scrunch up.

“End of the road, Morales.” Miguel said, his voice calm in spite of the tense way he held himself. He spoke around Hobie as if the teen didn’t exist, and Hobie shifted so that he wasn’t holding eye contact with Miles anymore. Miguel let out a warning growl, a short one, that Hobie responded with one of his own. He didn’t move, either. “Nowhere else to go.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve heard that before.” Miles quipped breathlessly, grabbing hold of the red glowing thing wrapped around his ankles. He hissed quietly as his fingertips were stung by it the second they came into contact, yanking his hand back. Something small and panicked began growing in his chest, and though he tried to stop it, it began reflecting in his scent. Miguel smirked at him, seeming to think that Miles was cornered.

“And we all know how that ended, dont we?” Hobie growled back, dropping to his knee in a crouch. He reached back slowly, groping the area around Miles’s feet before his hand landed on his leg; he never once took his eyes off of Miguel the entire time, and Miguel’s own eyes were narrowed at him. He didn’t move though, just watched for a moment as Hobie trailed his hand down until he got to the buzzing red wire.

“Don’t, Brown.” Miguel snarled quietly. “You’re on thin ice to begin with.”

“With what?” Hobie made a little noise in the back of his throat, mockingly sympathetic. “The Spider Society?” Miguel didn’t say anything, just growled quietly. “Did ya not hear? I quit, boss. Don’t work for you lot anymore.”

“Don’t — ”

“Go!” Hobie yanked the red wire off, and Miles scrambled back again. Miguel let out a roar of anger as he got to his feet, and Miles booked it to the edge of the roof. The fact that they were on top of a tall building didn’t even phase him — he shot a web out and swung into the city below, only remembering at the last moment that even though he still had his suit on, he no longer had the mask on because he’d removed it in the two seconds they’d been in Hobie’s world.

He barely had time to yank it on, swearing at himself all the while, when there was the loud sound of an explosion nearby. It slammed him into the side of a building, on his mostly-uninjured side, and Hobie landed just next to him while he got his breath back.

“What’re we thinking that was?” Hobie asked, and Miles shook his head as he thought. There was something weird going on with him, something that didn’t have to do with the multiple injures he was trying to heal while still do his work as Spider-Man. His hands were shaky, he felt nauseous and clammy, and even though he wasn’t exactly exerting himself the way he normally did, he felt sweaty —

Black spots began appearing, similar to the one in Mumbatten, and the city around those spots turned weird — black and white and undetailed, like the vision Miles saw with —

“Spot!” He gasped out, and Hobie’s head snapped to him. He’d put his mask back on too, Miles distantly noticed, eyes wide and white against the red of it. “It’s Spot, he’s here he’s — my dad!”

“Better get moving then!” Hobie lifted Miles off the building and tossed him into the air, and Miles barely managed to get himself together long enough to keep swinging. Hobie went after him, the two of them silent and focused on their destination. Miles even forgot about Miguel, put the man on the back burner of his mind in his determination. Hobie stayed close by, he could smell him in the air around him, and though he was panicking, the scent of the omega so close by was soothing enough to keep him level headed so far.

[yiga-hellhole]

me when i have like 20 notifications in the span of five minutes and when i go check its just the same guy rapidfire liking and reblogging posts

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[iasip-enthusiast-2]

[dazzlerazz]

Screw terfs n all but are you normal about transgirls who don't want to medically transition? Are you normal about transguys with boobs who don't wear binders? Are you normal about the trans people who only want to socially transition because that's what's right for them? Are you normal about the transgirls with beards? Are you normal about the transguys who love their curves? Screw terfs, but are you normal about trans people?

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[druid-for-hire]

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

[thissmycomingofage]

- Left-wing deputies of the newly formed French parliament refusing to shake hand with the member of the far-right tasked with guarding the ballot

[goldiipond]

if there's anything i've learned from the current state of social media it's that this is one of the worst possible notifications you can receive upon opening an app

[raggedytiger]

this is so bad but i permanently cropped the file so brutally that i can no longer edit it. whoops! also panels 4-7 were fully coloured but it looks better without for some reason. pomni (penny?) is such an ugly crier. i love my horrible failgirl accountant

[crabussy]

IM GOING TO PUNCH A HOLE IN SOMEONES CAR

[s0up1ta]

"so grunkle ford how do you know bill?"

"... that's not important."

[sealsdaily]

Today's Seal Is: The Wrinkler

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!