#love writes

[let-love-run-red]

I saw on your masterlist that you have requests open for headcanons? Do you have any you're dying to share? :3c

oh ho anon do I ever, most of these ones are based on the fact that Miguel has spider DNA and based on spider behaviors/quirks

Miguel likes to hum tunes. Tunes he comes up with, songs he knows, notes he likes, anything. When he's alone he'll hum quietly to himself, and if you hum back at him he'll start humming a song for you both.

Miguel has glowing patches that show under black light. This was first discovered when he went to a universe that had a high level of UV light from their sun. He has false eye spots on his face as well as stripes on his cheeks. Peter B. has photos.

On rare occasions, when he's totally content, you can catch Miguel purring. Usually its when he's half asleep or getting his hair played with, he'll purr. It's a deep rumble from his chest and its almost imperceptible unless you're right next to him or touching him. He doesn't like when its brought up.

When Miguel snores his fangs come out. Something about having his mouth open allows the muscles that keep his fangs retracted to relax (This one is based on this amazing fanart from Guruan pls go appreciate her)

Miguel is very mouthy. He loves to kiss and nip at your shoulders and neck and sometimes bites when he's too worked up and his instincts start to take over.

Miguel loves loves loves having his hair played with. But only by people he deeply trusts.

I have more if anyone wants to hear them, some NSFW too 👀👀 Miguel O'Hara Masterlist

[lady-ashfade]

Hello everyone. I’m here to take about something that I’ve been seeing happen in few places. So maybe you could spend a second to read and listen.

Us authors/writers love that our stuff inspires you to make your own things, and we love to read them. But please ask the writer first to do anything related to it. And I’m not talking like “I’m using this au” because we didn’t make the au most of the time. But if our idea is almost the same, or if you write something about one of our works- Ask. Because more often then not we will say yes and show you love and support.

I know it’s stupid but it’s been really bugging me lately. My works, and my friends works are having that happen. I mean we love them but it’s nice to ask us first.

[so-many-ocs]

[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

[palatial-monstrosity]

the self care industry will sell you face masks and teas and whatnot so i'm here to remind you not to forget the most important self care activity which is masturbation

[mournfulroses]

Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

[letsbeapoemtogether]

Sunrise, Louise Glück

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}

[pink-heart-writes]

i hope my absence gives you the peace my love apparently never could

- nick <3

[thehopefulquotes]

The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.

Juliette Lewis

[let-love-run-red]

Love ... u write for Miguel???? If you're feeling up to it - and you're one of my favorite writers - can you write headcanons for Miguel if he hurts girlfriend's feelings/ignores her? What he does to make up for it? <3 your writing! Take care!

Yes I do write for Miguel! I love him so much actually lol, also you're so sweet and I'm glad you enjoy my writing, you take care as well! I hope this is what you were looking for, it got a little longer than I intended

Masterlist | Requests! Warnings: none! just Miguel being a little bit of a jerk at first

- He hadn't always been dismissive, Miguel was actually a very attentive partner. Before the spider society.

- He used to be sweet and listen to your stories from work or spend time watching shows and making dinner with you

- But after, it was like he forgot about everything except "the fate of the multiverse." He forgot to eat, forgot to rest, forgot about his birthday, your anniversary.

- You'd been understanding before but him forgetting your anniversary was the last straw for you. You decided to be just as cold and detached as he was and you knew it wasn't the right way to handle conflict but it made you feel better.

- He caught onto that fairly quickly, and he was angry. How dare you give him the cold shoulder when he had so much responsibility.

- He started snapping at you whenever he was around. Spent more time at headquarters, spending more time holed up in his office ignoring your calls.

- Then Pavitr of all people knocked some sense into him. - "You can't just ignore her and expect her to be happy!" He'd exclaimed when he'd overheard Miguel venting to Jessica. "She's your partner you need to give as much as you expect." He'd finished before storming out of the room.

- So it started with flowers. You walked into the apartment one day to see a vase of your favorite flowers on the counter with a note accompanying it in Miguel's scrawling handwriting saying he loved you.

- It wasn't enough, but it was a start.

- The flowers became regular, a new bouquet the second the old ones started to drop petals, each one with a written note. The notes became more common too, little ones around the house for no particular reason. You felt your heart starting to thaw.

- Then it was dinner. You walked into the apartment one night after work fully prepared to order takeout to be greeted by the smell of your favorite dish and Miguel cooking in the kitchen with his music playing.

- He didn't realize you'd walked in until you ran your hand down his back gently. He jumped slightly and quickly paused his music.

- "What's this for?" You asked, gesturing to the meal he was cooking. "I missed our anniversary, I'm sorry." He lowered his head. You sighed. "Yes you did." You muttered. "I'm trying to make it up to you," He continued. You opened your mouth and he cut you off, "not just for our anniversary, for ignoring you too." You paused and nodded, lightly scratching his back. "How can I make it up to you?"

- He listened to everything you said. He made it a point to be home before eleven every night. He didn't leave without kissing you goodbye or leaving you a note on your bedside table.

- If he had to be gone for a mission, he called you whenever he could, just to check in, so you knew he was safe and he knew you were safe.

- He also made sure that no matter how busy he got he set time aside to have dinner with you at least once a week. Whether you cooked together or ordered takeout he would sit down with you and listen to your stories from work, tell you some of his own, and you would watch one of your shows together.

- It's more than a start, and it's more than enough.

[iknowmorethanyou]

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[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[thoughtkick]

You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.

Ernest Hemingway

[mournfulroses]

Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,"

[thoughtsthatstayedwithme]