I Fucking Adore The Depiction Of This Scene So Much!

Acne and the scars that is can cause do not diminish anyone's natural beauty. Anyone who says otherwise is a shallow jerk-ass.

Can you please do me a favour and reblog this if you think people with acne and acne scars can still be attractive?

I’d really appreciate it. Thank you.

Look at this amazing gorgeousness! I’m in love with the collaged background and vivid warm colors!

A gift for @hibatasblog! An extensive vacation for our two favorite explorers. In my mind Rocket is hung up on all journey details when it’s his turn.

Y’all. Y’ALL. I’m losing my mind over this. Fans self as I try not to ignite in a grand conflagration of flame. 🔥 Rocket, go slay that sweet storyteller pussy. 🚀 🦝 🍆 🍑 💦 🦷 😜

year five: dispersal

part three preview ✿ coming wednesday 4/30

florescence❀| navigation | fanfiction masterlist 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 5+/6 years | word count: pending.

seeds of second chances.

“Well, this is definitely where I’m gonna fuck you, then,” Rocket growls, and the words are soft and smoky against the rumpled bedroll. 

A shiver — ticklish-soft, like feathers and fur — floats up your spine. You let out a shuddery breath and turn back to hold his shining eyes. With the festival tonight, you’d never started a fire in the hearth, and Rocket is just a dark and threatening shadow to your weak vision in the night. Without the fire to throw his ruby-cabochon eyes into glow, you can barely pick him out in the shadows.

“‘Cause I missed you, storyteller.” 

Your ears strain. You’re sure he takes a step toward you. 

“You and all your pretty words. How stubborn you are. How smart you are. How damn sweet.” 

The words float toward you, and your abdomen clenches tight, even while something stings your eyes. 

“I missed you too,” you admit. Your voice wobbles, and you scrunch your nose and lick your lips, trying to keep your words measured. “I — so much, sweetheart.”

“I know, babygirl.” He tsks against his teeth — takes another step toward you. Some small shard of light must catch his eyes, because they flash like copper moons — three paces further to the left than you’d thought.  “Wouldn’t have believed it a few circs ago, but you miss me every time I’m gone, huh?” His voice roughens — grows hoarse, with something you’re sure is regret. You’ve heard it lingering against his teeth enough times to recognize it. “I was starside for so frickin’ long this time, too. Wouldn’t have blamed you if you’d given up on me—”

“Absolutely not,” you hiss, wounded by the words. The dark silhouette of him raises its hands in mock-surrender, eyes flashing like garnets as he slides another foot forward. “You promised—”

“I know, princess,” he purrs. “I did. But my promises haven’t meant much to most people before now. Groot’s prob’ly the only one who ever believed in ‘em before.” Another careful, measured stride. “The whole frickin’ time I was out there, I was thinking of you. Wanting to get back — tell you how much I love you. Lick that mark I left you.”

Your fingers flutter up to the pearly ring of scars, and your pussy suddenly flutters and dampens. You take a step backward, further onto the bedroll.

“Could bite you a new promise,” he croons dangerously. “One where I don’t gotta leave you behind again.”

Your cunt spasms now, and something beneath your sternum does too: heart clenching just as needily.

“I want that,” you agree breathlessly. “I want that too.”

“Right here,” he continues. “Gonna fuck you and bite you right on this damn bedroll. Can’t tell you how many times I wanted to before.”

Another loping stride toward you; another quick crimson gleam of lava-hot eyes. Your bare toes curl against the softly-crumpled blankets and quilts.

“Wanted to fuck you in this bed for so long, babygirl. Probably since the first morning I came in here  — following a stray fuckin’ flerken — and saw you layin’ there, all soft and messy.” His voice dips low. “Like that damn pussy of yours.” 

You hear him — breathing in, slow and steady. Inhaling your scent like a hunter.

“I missed her, too, storyteller,” he admits, and when he steps toward you again, he’s got the look of a predator caught in his eyeshine once more. It sends a shiver up your spine. “An’ I can tell by the way she smells that she missed me back.”

from chapter six year five: dispersal, part three [anticipated 4/30] ‬❤︎‬❤︎ florescence❀| navigation | fanfiction masterlist

WARNINGS for this chapter: touch of primal play, touch of somno, light bondage/blindfolding, torn clothing, The Tail™. tons of dirty talk. light painplay, nipple-play and tit-slapping, marking (claws, teeth/biting), praise, light degradation, "slut" (affectionate), lots of overstim, masturbation, cunnilingus.

“The only chance we got is to get to the other side of the universe as fast as we can and maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to live full lives before that whack-job ever gets there.”

rocket & groot leave their friends behind on knowhere, despite the latter’s protests, and end up hiding out on a nothing-planet (with a non-extradition policy) at the edge of the shi’ar galaxy.

flower divider by @/thecutestgrotto • planet divider by @/edensrose • mdni & support banners by @/saradika-graphics • moodboard by me! ♡

Mantis: I fall in love with others regardless of their gender, appearance, species or personality.

Rocket: That explains why you’re into Nebula.

[A plate is thrown at Rocket, presumably by Nebula]

Definitely use more gun, Rocket.

Rocket: Hey look buddy, I'm an engineer. That means I solve problems, not problems like "What is beauty?" Because that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy. I solve practical problems, for instance: "how am I going to stop some big mean mother flarker from tearing me a structurally superfluous new asshole?" The answer? ...Use a gun, and if that doesn't work...

Rocket: Use more gun.

Gorgeous art for a great story. My heart breaks for them here.

@nerdy-and-dedicated gifted! For chapter 19 and the sneak peek given. 🥰

I’ve been feeling pretty bummed out all week and this has really lightened my day!

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Abuse is abuse. It doesn't matter what gender the perpetrator is.

Dear teen girls,

Stop abusing your boyfriends and yes what you are doing is abuse.

Stop:

Yelling at him in front of his friends 

Hitting or slapping him when he does or says something you don’t like

Telling him he doesn’t have a choice when it comes to decisions that involve both of you 

Telling him he can’t hang out with friends because you don’t like him

Telling him to not talk to other girls even if they are his friend

Forcing him to spend every moment with you 

Belittling him and pointing out all his flaws

Calling him stupid or making fun of him for making a mistake

Threatening to break up with him if he doesn’t do what you want

Being emotionally manipulative and crying until he does what you want

Accusing him of cheating every time he’s not with you

Blow up is phone if he doesn’t text you every five minutes 

Telling him you are the must thing that has ever happened to him and no one else will love

Physically attacking him when ever you are mad

Forcing him to have sex despite that fact that he said he didn’t want to

Invading his privacy by going through his phone

Getting mad at him for changing his password and demanding he tell you what it is

If a guy did any of these things to a girl it would be considered abuse but since its the other way around its considered normal. Throughout High school I saw many girl treating their boyfriends like shit. Sometime even physically abusing them in the hallways and no one trying to stop it because its a girl attacking a boy. 

Boys: If your girlfriend does anything on this list leave her. It is abuse and you deserve better.

Girls: if you find your self doing anything on this list to your boyfriend you need to knock it off because you are being abusive.