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I'm a scatter-brained, brain-damaged, neuro-atypical feminist Aquarius with fibromyalgia.
...or, as was once made clear to me by a toddler, I'm less interesting than a laundry basket.
Rosy Higgins’ Spiderman
I can’t begin to tell you how much I adore this. It’s simple, it’s functional, and it looks like something a highschool student could actually piece together himself in the event he discovered he had superpowers.
Still a favorite.
Spider-Man’s real costume is so implausible to me it stretches my belief more than the concept of a man with spider powers, LOL. Especially in the movie, where there’s this magical graduation from hoodie-with-spraypainted-logo to a full-on spandex bodysuit with all this webbing malarkey all over it. I mean, who the hell made it? Are we supposed to believe that Peter did? Because it would be fucking hard to do. This is why I love Edna from The Incredibles so much. The only superheroes with plausible costumes are ones with magic or huge personal fortunes like Batman or Iron Man. Even X-Men: First Class was pushing it a little because, OK, Xavier has the funds and Hank is a genius so I’ll stretch my imagination to him being both a geneticist and an engineer capable of building a fighter jet from scratch, but a fashion designer as well? Who tailor-made leather suits for the entire team, including one that fits his Beast-sized form? In one night? PFFFFT. (P.S. I know that this is a ridiculous quibble. I JUST CAN’T HELP IT.)
On a completely shallow note, I HAVE THOSE CHUCKS