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"I would rather not hide my nature from locals if it is not necessary. Beside that, I should think it unwise to wear the same garb those who follow the Universal Church of Truth do."
The Silver Surfer was no genius, but it didn’t take one to realize that Star-Lord was attempting to pull him into a situation he wanted no part of. The sooner he could change the subject, the better.
"Hey, there are all kinds of monk robes. And you know the Church of Truth; they're not exactly the most discreet religious order in the 'verse." But, he had to admit, disguise or no, the Surfer had a fair point. No matter where he went, someone was bound to recognize him and the Surfer wasn't exactly well-received in many planets.
"Okay, I'm curious now: what exactly do you consider fun?"
[ Mantis smiled softly and rolled her eyes, tapping into Peter’s brain to make it think that he smelled of wildflowers rather than his natural musk, which she herself was rather enjoying ]
Better?
[He sniffed at the sleeve of his jacket. Whoa.] Much better. I just hope I don't forget to shower later. [He grinned back at her gratefully just as the food arrived. He picked up the chopsticks eagerly and poked at the bits of raw food that were just starting to cook in the bubbling hot pot.] I'm thinking about laying low in Knowhere, at least until tomorrow. [He looked at her questioningly.] Are you in a hurry to be anywhere? I can try and sneak you back to Rigel-7, but it's gotta be tomorrow.
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"—A tour guide. You have that in space too?" Natasha rose an eyebrow in curiosity. "The edge of the universe? I am afraid that is absolutely not familiar to me."
"We have lots of things in space, disease and danger among them." He grinned underneath his helmet, not knowing if she would get the joke. "Lady, you'd better familiarize yourself with it, and fast, because you're standing in the head of a Celestial, the last bastion of civilization before the true, unfathomable unknown." Okay, so maybe that was way overdramatic.
"Basically." Another careless shrug.
He scoffed and grinned. "You still haven't told me what kind of hero business you're into." He arched an eyebrow. "Assuming that's why you needed to come up with a pseudonym like 'Trickshot'."
[ She smiled softly in amusement as she took a seat opposite him, folding her hands gracefully in her lap and nodding ]
That sounds lovely, thank you.
[He relayed the order to the food vendor and sat at a small table right in front of it, sighing as he dropped onto the stool and pulled it close to the table. He caught a whiff of himself and groaned.] Should've showered before I left the ship. Now I'm going to ruin my own appetite.
Go flark yourself, Peter Quill.
... wow.
"The Mets? Dunno. Don’t like ‘em." He shrugged carelessly. "Don’t really like baseball anyways— though y’kinda look like a baseball guy."
"I am," he narrowed his eyes at him more out of curiosity than aggression. "Let me guess: you're a I-don't-really-give-a-shit kinda guy."
"Intimidation isn’t necessary just yet." Natasha could hear the smile in his voice, the way his tone brightened just slightly toward the end of his sentence and responded accordingly with a playful tone. "The Avengers have a bit of business out here at the moment. I came to help. I’m not exactly alone."
"Riiiiiiight. The Avengers."
Was he supposed to sound impressed? He only knew that if the Avengers had to be called out to space, well, then something really big was going down. "You people should have called ahead, give us time to roll out the red carpet." It would be hilarious to see Rocket do it though. It would annoy the krutack out of him.
"Lost-Terrans-in-space help center? Being a help center for humans that are lost, I do believe you can’t help me with much— other than, you know, telling me where the hell am I."
"See?" He threw his arms up. Didn't matter that she didn't seem intimidated by his masked helmet. "I'm a tour guide, I am. This is just wrong." But he sighed anyway. "You're in Knowhere, missy. At the edge of the universe." He tilted his head. "Does that sound familiar to you?"
"What’s wrong with fishing? Have you seen the boat I take out? It can hold its weight in women, Quill— That doesn’t sound like an old man’s hobby to me."
"Was that supposed to impress me? I have a sentient spaceship. Top-of-the-line Spartax tech." He tried not to sound too cocky, but it was hard. He was proud of Ship. "You have a boat that can hold its weight in women... and yet you use it to go fishing."
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"Hi. Star-Lord. What can I do for you, gorgeous Terran lady?"
He raised a brow afterwards. Ten years? Wow, that’s a.. long time. “Depends on what y’wanna know. Like.. there’s a war goin’ on— possible World War Three, but don’t think yer that interested ‘bout that. An’, oh, Red Sox won. A couple o’years ago.”
He raised his eyebrows. Before NASA there had been the Air Force for him and talk of war back on Earth piqued his curiosity, but he had to remind himself that his army days were over; plus, he was never much of a soldier anyway. It had been all about the flying for him. "Really? Red Sox?" He shook his head in disgust. "The Mets are doing okay though, right?"
"All things considered, could’ve been a whole hell of a lot worse. Managed to catch a fish— That was something."
"You're not talking about an actual fish, are you? Even I know that fishing is an old man's hobby."
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Hey team, it just occurred to me.
We don't have a battle cry yet, do we?