the legendary outlaw

Peter Quill 🚀 Star-Lord "Show time, A-holes!"

[lilstrlrd]

makeminemusic​:

The mischief carried on with their mission, snouts raised upwards, searching within the confides of the building to find the items of value for their master. Hartley watched the last leg make their way inside. Despite the recent lack of security around the area, he took no chances in staying idle. Others in the area, by his observations, were not afraid to squeal. He had to be ready.

To his left, there was an old fire escape ladder. He outstretched a hand towards the rusty handles, gripping tight and shaking the structure. There were a few creaks that followed, but he could see the hinges were strong enough from behind. Without a moment to spare, he secured his flute back into its holster and reached for the handles. 

Peter stood there with a grimace on his face and his pistol in hand, stature frozen as he watched the mass maneuver about with an obvious intent and purpose. The creak that erupted beyond the chittering tore his attention from the rodents; he headed in that direction despite the scurry of tiny feet behind him. It would be stupid to leave the rats to their vices, but there was something else going on here that piqued Peter’s interest.

That something turned out to be a man who looked keen on getting out of there, so Peter aimed his pistol in his direction. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, pal,” he called out and motioned for him to step away. “They yours?” Peter asked with a nod to the rats; he had his ears fixed on the mass behind him, but his gaze was glued to the redhead in front.

[filmgifs]

Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl (2003) dir. Gore Verbinski

[oscar-isaac]

INDIANA JONES AND THE KINGDOM OF THE CRYSTAL SKULL (2008) dir. Steven Spielberg

[lilstrlrd]

onehellofalawyer​:

Foggy couldn’t help but chuckle, “Oh my God, you are so vain.” He didn’t mind it too much, Peter looked very good and he knew it but he had a habit of getting caught up in any perceived negative on his appearance; even when Foggy was kidding. “Your ears are fine Dumbo.” he smirked, “Noooo. If I was trying to upset you I’d just give your portion of dinner to Astro.”

“You look like you and you is a very handsome space outlaw turned earth cop.” Foggy told him with a (slightly) condescending pat on the head. He plated up and set both meals down before collapsing onto a chair as Astro settled by their feet, already hoping for some leftovers. “I don’t know if I ever will. To be honest I’ll likely have a huge panic about it the moment we try and sleep and you’ll wake up with a Foggy octopus clinging to you for self-preservation.” Again, the jokes made it seem less scary.

Peter wrinkled his nose at the nickname. Instead of wallowing, he decided to reach forward and give Foggy a good tickle as payback. So what if he was a little vain? His good looks were one of the things that were notable about him - other than his skills on the battlefield and awesome piloting skills. “Oh, yeah, that really would upset me. Thanks for not doin’ that.”

“Space outlaw turned Earth cop... Somethin’ doesn’t sound right about that,” Peter pointed out, humored by the sentiment. He stole the spot opposite Foggy, fork already in hand. “That’s happened a few times already. I’m sure I’ll get used to it.” Used to it as in - planning on staying here long term, used to it? Used to it as in - staying with Foggy until one of them died of old age or injury, used to it? Peter swallowed. “Like your snoring.” Another jest, said with a smile.

[lilstrlrd]

primenova​:

Richard stopped and picked up two six-packs of beer on his way over to meet up with his best friend. It’s no Centurion Wheat but it was close enough since the options on this planet are nothing like any of the establishments in other star systems. He was holding them, one in each hand while looking around for where Peter is. This is an odd place to hang out but they’ve been to weirder places. The cloaking disappears and all makes sense suddenly. “Holy shit …” He doesn’t waste any time and starts taking a few steps forward. His feet taking his body up the ramp to step inside since the hatch is open. He places the alcohol down inside.

“You found her? I’ve missed this ship, dude.” His fingers trace along some of the structure inside, taking in the familiarity. Richard twirls back around to look at Peter with a grin that’s laced with just as much excitement. His hand reaches out to pull his friend in for a hug for a brief moment —  something that the two of them tend to do. Richard pulls back, placing his hands on his own hips with that excited expression still showing. “I’m really happy for you. I’m always down to get my hands dirty … you know that! What do you need? Some repairs to get her off the ground? My helmet should have knowledge on what we need to fix.”

Peter followed on Richard’s heels up the ramp and into the belly of the beast herself. It felt like coming home. He inhaled deeply and allowed his eyes to drink in the sight before him. There was a whirlwind of emotions and memories that spiked as he took in the interior of the Benatar. She needed much TLC and love, but she was well on her way and Peter would make sure it was done right. “Rocket, actually. He brought her here... There’s some shit goin’ down, so he left her here, nearly fallin’ apart.”

The hug was sudden, but not unwelcome; he was dazed with the memories. And the smell. “Some repairs is exactly why I asked you down here my friend - and to hang out, of course.” Peter added quickly and with a smirk. He picked up a shirt off the floor, sniffed it, wrinkled his nose and carried it to the laundry basket in his quarters. “What do you wanna do? Drink first? Drink while we fix somethin’ or drink after? Which doesn’t sound nearly as fun.”

[thestarwarsdaily]

Who is this? What’s your operating number? Boring conversation anyway.

[why-i-love-comics]

Old Man Quill #9 - “Go Your Own Way” (2019)

written by Ethan Sacks art by Robert Gill & Rachelle Rosenberg

[hunnam]

[lilstrlrd]

makeminemusic​:

The building had sat abandoned for years, or so was said by an informant he consulted prior to his arrival. Despite the interruption by a nagging drug dealer, he found his spot to go about his business. There were a few items of value he had been made aware of that were worth his attention. Whatever payout he would receive in the end was sure to suffice his precious time.

Hartley stood by the stretch, gazing up at the nearby building with an amused smirk. Raising the flute to his lips, he blew gently, playing the familiar hypnotizing tune, compelling the large mischief of rats to sit upright, gazing at their master with anxious squeaks. “Take everything and bring it back to me,” he instructed them. A final snap of his fingers and the rats were off, scurrying towards the building, as instructed. 

Peter could see the fog start to roll in. The beam from his flashlight barely penetrated the haze, but he trudged on slowly, making his way between the empty and rotting bait shacks and warehouse that seemed to loom over him as he approached. No sign of life other than the orchestra of seagulls and algae that crawled up the old wood.

And the sudden influx of rats that flooded the empty, stained rooms that littered the building. Peter froze in place and swept his flashlight across the roaming mass, a look of pure horror. He’d dealt with a lot of weird shit in his life, considering where he lived for the majority of it, but not once did he ever come face to face with a swarm of rodents hurry into a building and strip it apart for whatever goodies it kept hidden away.

[lilstrlrd]

onehellofalawyer​:

“Only if you accept within the next twelve hours otherwise by standard practice the deal goes away.”  He took a step back and made a point of looking Peter up and down, “Hmm, cute little nose, big ears and a little hairy,” he slide a finger down the front of Peter’s shirt to poke his chest, “I think a case could be made.” He chuckled to himself as the other hit the shower and rolled his eyes at Astro. “You’d love my performances boy.” he assured the dog, giving him several pets.

“You’re as bad as my niece when it comes to demanding food. And she’s four.” Foggy told Peter, looking back at him with a smile, “Though I’ll admit you don’t look anything like her. Either way I’m about done. Can you grab some cutlery from the drawer while I plate up?” He grabbed two bowls and piled generous helpings of hotpot into both before placing them down on the small table. “I have to wonder, when did our lives get so crazy that a nuclear explosion can go off and we’re sitting down for dinner the same evening?” he sighed.  

“That’s eleven more than I need,” Peter quipped back with a cheesed grin before it faded into something more disagreeable. “I have big ears? Since the hell when, dude?” He asked and his hands immediately went up to his ears, to probe around them in question and objection. “I think you’re just tryin’ to upset me.”

Peter snorted with lifted brows and a half-smile. “I sure hope I don’t look anythin’ like a four year old girl. I’ve seen a lot of shit but that’s kind of terrifyin’ to think about.” He nodded and did as he was asked, grabbing two sets; they clicked against each other as he grabbed them and set them down on the table. “You get used to it,” Peter returned with a simple shrug. Was he used to it? Or did it always suck monumentally and he just pretended he was okay with it? 

[always-ascending]

Doctor Who | The Pandorica Opens | S05E12

[gayzing-away]

SCOTT EASTWOOD in ‘The Longest Ride’

[malefica67]

Ph. Greg Lotus, Scott Eastwood

[dailyscotteastwood]

Fast 8:  The Fate of the Furious, 2017, Dir.  F. Gary Gray.

[schruutes]

I’m gonna be on the news.

[scott-eastwood-blog]

[lilstrlrd]

[ @makeminemusic ]

There were disturbances down by the docks, but wasn’t there always? The docks were the perfect place for shady business and to be honest, it was somewhere he definitely would do shady business if he was still doing that kind of work. But, he wasn’t - instead, he was tasked to check out the commotion and report back anything found. Peter didn’t expect to find anything, but he wandered down there anyway with flashlight in hand. His pistol sat by his hip still, not needed just yet. He brought his blasters with him, of course.

The stretch of dock where the noise was reported to have come from was by far creepy and abandoned as hell. Moss and slime seemed to grew everywhere and it smelled heavily off low tide. Peter wrinkled his nose as he stepped further into the forbidden space, with eyes and ears open.