A/N: This Is Gonna Be Very Self Indulgent. Also I've Never Written Headcanons Before So Bare With Me.

A/N: This is gonna be very self indulgent. Also I've never written headcanons before so bare with me. Also disabled was too wide of a field so I narrowed it down to just joint issues/chronic pain.

Hobie With a Disabled S/O or Friend:

I can definitely see him helping you decorate your mobility aids with different cpunk slogans. Much to the dismay of your family.

"Oh honey you got a new sticker on your cane, what does it say?"

"Big Pharma can suck my dick."

"Oh....that's nice."

His hands are probably rough but I guarantee you that this man gives the best massages. You just tell him what's hurting and he's got you.

If you're having a bad pain day and you don't feel like moving he'll bring you what you need and just vibe with you in bed all day.

"Don't you have to go into HQ today?"

"And leave you here to fend for yourself? Come off it luv."

Always keeps some sort of pain reliever on hand whether it's medicine or homemade ice/heat packs.

He steals your medicine for you if you can't afford it. (Honestly he probably still does even if you can. People should never have to pay so that they don't suffer.)

Definitely helps you on your wash days when your joint pain flares up.

Despite him and his damn long legs he makes sure to match your pace when you both walk together.

He'll side eye you at first but he'd carry you if you asked him too (this is for me)

"Hobie please? My ankles hurt. It'll just for a couple minutes." 🥺

"Luv we could just sit down and rest for a minute if you're in pain."

"And here I thought that Spiderman was supposed to be strong. It's fine. I'll ju-"

He picks you up and slings you over his shoulders like a sack of potatos.

"This isn't what I meant and you know it."

He laughs and then he carries you correctly.

Actively advocates with you for your needs and rights.

Also after he introduces you to Sun Spider y'all become close friends who exchange tips.

E/N: I spent most of my time watching YouTube videos of the same clips of Hobie from the movie over and over again instead of writing this so yay. Hope you like and reblog this. Might write some more idk.

The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

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Wild how the queer community has been fighting tooth and nail for generations to have some semblance of inclusion and just the desire to not be beaten, arrested, or killed for existing.

Then there is less than 10 years of policies put in place to help us start being treated more humanely and the Conservative party is like “Actually we rather you die again” openly and proudly.

Wild how allowing ppl to live has made them so angry and more open about their fascism.

Meanwhile half of the younger queers online are too preoccupied with terminology and gatekeeping fandom engagement while our country actively works to eradicate the community honing social media to propagate propaganda.

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This won’t make sense but I just need to ramble to calm down. Warnings: I don’t know I think this is anxiety but it’s so oddly specific and I don’t know why but I just can’t and I don’t think anyone will relate to this but if you do I’d like to know how you cope with it because this is killing me

Sleep won’t come.

Tossing and turning and tossing and turning. Your head aches. You force your eyes shut. They open back up immediately without hesitance.

No side of the bed feels safe.

It’s too stuffy. But blankets are required. Blankets provide weight and warmth no matter how suffocating they may be. If one is present, then no other being can be. It’s faulty reasoning.

Any childhood fear is real once it’s dark. No soothing songs or mental tricks can change what your mind has already deemed as a threat.

A Thing lurks below the mattress. Silent and present. It will stab through the fabric and cushioning. It’ll pierce right through your stomach. Try to wiggle out of its all-knowing gaze. It can see through the mattress, so it’s all pointless. It’s meaningless.

You can feel a finger from below gently prodding at your side, because if you’re on your side then that’s less of a target for the Thing to be able to hit. It’s like it lives inside your mattress. Maybe it will press its face just where your pillow lays and lift you up just a bit. So you know it is there.

Feel it? Feel it pushing more of its body through the mattress? It’s from halfway down your ribs to just past your waist. Feel it? It’s pressing upwards. Feel it?

On your other side, the side that is facing the ceiling, the blanket has suddenly become heavy. Only that side. Only that side. It’s heavy. It’s heavy. It’s like another hand is pressing down. It presses down.

Feel your chest closing in? It’s tightening. It’s constricting. Breathe in. Remember to breathe. Slow. Slow and steady. Be quiet. Be silent. Breathe. Be silent.

Reduce your line of sight. Focus on the light in front of you. There’s nothing else. It’s quiet. It’s there. It’s still heavy. It’s still pressing upwards. It’s quiet.

Are you numb now? From the waist down? Move. Don’t move. Moving. Turn to your other side. Do it now.

Music doesn’t help. Turn it off. Quiet. It’s quiet.

It’s not pressing into you anymore. Your eyes burn. Try to sleep again.

Try again.

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