Rocket: [Referring To Blackjack] He’s Selling Us Out!!!

Truer scenario never existed.

Rocket: How many times do I have to apologize?

Quill: Once would be nice!

Rocket: Hmm… no.

True Ravager stories.

Peter Quill is the type of guy to randomly drop little pieces of Ravager lore on the Guardians and then continue on like nothing happened, like when your dad reveals hes wanted in five countries type shit and Guardians always get whiplash like… shit. I forgot hes a ravager. Like-

Rocket: hey you ever been to Trivida? Looks nice Peter: oh yeah i've been. Really pretty place. One time a few guys thought itd be funny to stick me in a burlap sack, so cliche right? And they threw me out of the ship. It took Yondu seven days to find me…………….. Also i never saw those guys again. Huh. Anyway its a nice planet. Cool people.  Rocket:....... Im sorry what the fu- ~ Gamora: hey Peter, theres this creature thing that uh, wants to talk to you? Peter: oh! Achilles hey! Achilles, a giant flesh eating tentacle monster: Petey! Tell your old man I said hi why don't you! You never visit me anymore! Peter, who has Yondu saved as ‘kidnapper’ in his pager: oh yeah defo! He misses you too Gamora:...... what ~ Groot: I am Groot Peter: no no, sorry i cant Groot: i am Groot? Peter: yeah my legs magnetic because when i was like fourteen i wanted to steal this relic and then uh this older dude Macho didn't like that and he replaced my leg with a fire hydrant. Anyway want some nachos?  Groot:.... Holy shi-

Just peter dropping lore the Guardians have no idea what to do with

A fight, a flight, and a feather soft comforting.

cicatrix .⋆☁︎:･꧂

chapter thirteen. heartspur. [new 6/7] ✩

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 13/25+ | wip | word count: pending. masterlist, notes, & moodboard | chapter thirteen. heartspur. see pearl's character design here. see pearl & rocket's bunk here.

rocket and pearl get in a fight. rocket shares a secret. see below for warnings & notes.

It’s like she’s found a dial he hadn’t known was there. His heart and lungs are still pummeling his bones, too much momentum to slow them down — but his shoulders go molten, becoming flux under her ministrations, and his head tilts forward, suddenly too heavy to hold up. Her fingertips float to the sides of his face — light as Foresterian moonmoths brushing against his whiskers and fur — while her thumbs continue to stroke up from the nape of his neck to the crown of his skull. They rove against his head in petal-like ovals, and then slide back down again.  Circs and circs before, trapped on HalfWorld, the muscles in Rocket’s neck and shoulders had been manipulated into new shapes: shortened, lengthened, split; twisted into tendons. They force himself to hold his shoulders broad and his head upright. He’s pretty sure there’s no name for any of the stuff he’s got going on in his body. But it’s here — in these strange manmade muscles between his neck and his shoulders — that pearl carefully kneads her thumbs. Her fingertips are still stretched upward, cradling his jaw like he’s— Like he’s something precious. Fragile. His breath hitches on a strangled sound. His ribs spasm upward, eyes suddenly wet and burning.

read more on ao3 | masterlist, notes, & moodboard

LONG chapter. buckle in, baby bluebirds. i was gonna split it but we've got two weeks till the next update and i just wanted to give you something nice for being so nice to me while i've been back-and-forth with my family situation. thank you for being fucken amazing little suncatchers and gemstones and fireflies, and buttery lil silver-dollar-pancakes.

WARNINGS for this chapter: canon-typical violence against animals. brief description of surgical violence. rocket's a real piece of work.

a story about scars. two survivors learn about themselves, each other, hope, and the universe. a freakish little monster visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night. an adventure of intergalactic proportions ensues. aka raccoons make plans; the universe laughs.

fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

taglist ♡ @evolvingchaoswitch ♡ @glow-autumz ♡ @wren-phoenix ♡ @suicidalshitstick ♡ @pretty-chips

Please be good to yourselves! Self care is important, not selfish.

self-harm is (but not limited to):

• making yourself sleep deprived • making yourself cold (not wearing warm clothes in the winter, sleeping without a blanket etc) • not eating • not drinking • eating too much • not looking before crossing the street • scratching • letting your skin be dry & break easily • picking at skin • over-exercising • substance abuse • over-working yourself • making yourself go out and do things even though you’re exhausted • putting yourself in anxiety-inducing situations (even if you have a choice to stay out of them) • triggering yourself • purposefully angering someone who you know will yell at you • entering relationships you don’t want to be in/being around people you don’t want to be around • having sex when you don’t want to • setting yourself punishments • not giving yourself time • not letting yourself spend time with the people you love & know will be good to you

stop assuming that self-harm is visible and easy to notice.

Pretty much me too. Currently working up a serving of pain for my boy and gal.

Me: they deserve the best. To be happy. To have love and peace!

also me, writing them:

I don't care as long as you read, people. Reading off a shampoo bottle is still reading!

My mother says that fanfiction doesn’t count as reading because “it isn’t nearly as good as the stuff that’s published. You’re not going to find something online that will win a Booker Prize.” Please reblog if you count fan fiction as reading, or if the fanfiction you’ve read is equally as good as published novels. I want to see the figures.

My word is poodle.

Gorgeous art and a beautiful scene!

Based off @hibatasblog’s story Entanglement. prompt Star. Petra reads the original Little Mermaid to Rocket. Some of the lines were very striking in comparison to their own ideals of develop identity. ——

We have no immortal souls; we have no future life; we are just like the green sea-weed, which, once cut down, can never revive again! Men, on the other hand, have a soul which lives for ever, lives after the body has become dust; it rises through the clear air, up to the shining stars!

-Little Mermaid Hans Christian Anderson

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That expression is 🔥 😍🥵

Have a Rocket sketch for today friends!! I love him so much omfg!!!!! Our favorite boy!!! 🦝🦝🦝

Drawing Rocket is how I feel close to him, he’s a friend yaknow🥹 I’ve been in such a lovey mood about him lately LOL like obviously I love him every day all the time but like omgggg that’s my bestie😭😭😭 my muse😫😫😫 if I think too deeply about him I burst into tears💀 LOL

✷ You Were Meant for More ✷