#gotg1

[sprout-222]

I neeedddd to talk about the fact that kraglin looks so sleepy here. He's staring directly at the clerk to make sure he doesn't try anything, but he's also soooo tired looking. Overworked. Underpaid. Forced to be yondus personal bodyguard while he looks at trinkets

[somewhere-on-knowhere]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 4! We’ve hit the halfway point of this story and it’s only gonna get more self-indulgent from here!

[uglly-rodent]

Guardians as the Barbie mugshot meme except im super late to the trend

[allmyzolu]

The fact that Rocket's favorite song is "Come and Get your Love", the song that Peter was listening at the beginning of Vol 1 and I bet it's one of his most listened jams (his favorite too), the song that talk about find a love and say many times "baby" and if I recall correctly Rocket even has called Peter "baby-boo" in the comics──

I'm vibing, and I feel a lot of emotions rn.

[shortlikerdj]

𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 || 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕆ℂ 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕗 ℙ𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕜𝕚𝕕𝕟𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 ℝ𝕒𝕧𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥?

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕?

𝕎𝕙𝕠, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕤𝕜?

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕠𝕟𝕪 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗.

~•°☆°●~ 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 ~•°☆°●~

-ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙

-ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚

-ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟛 [In Process]

-ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟜

-ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟝

𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟…

~•°☆°●~ 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 ~•°☆°●~

[sweetaliencheeks]

THE ONE WHERE THEY DANCE

As I stood up from the bed, I caught a glimpse of myself in the small mirror and ran a limp hand across my the right side of my face. My cheeks were bright red and softly framed by unruly hair that stuck slightly to my forehead, although it was never too hot in Knowhere, it certainly had been hot enough in that room to make me sweat. I stretched out my arms before throwing my t-shirt on, watching as it slid off my shoulder. I pulled it down a little, trying to cover my thighs as much as I could. But even with my clothes now on, I was exposed. My hair was messy, my clothes were wrinkly, and my face was bare, so there was nothing shielding me from his gaze. And maybe that’s why, despite the lack of any possible embellishment and filters, I felt so beautiful. I felt beautiful beneath that gaze, I felt confident and loved, and like nothing could ever get to me. I shifted my stare from myself to the back of the room and smiled at Rocket as he turned around on his chair to face me.

“What are you looking at?” I half laughed, roaming through the bed covers, trying to find the hair tie I once had.

“Nothin’” he replied with a soft sigh. I rolled my eyes before turning my back on my him and carrying on with my search.

“Nothing?” I asked, mimicking his accent.

“Didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to look at ya” he replied with a snort. Of course he was allowed, all I wanted was to feel the sweet warmth of his eyes on my body. Not that I’d ever tell him, or that I’d ever let him do so without a little fighting back.

“You’ve looked at me plenty last night” finally giving up on tying my hair, I tried the best I could to comb it out with my fingers, bent over awkwardly in front of the mirror. I looked at him over my shoulder. He was still sitting at his desk, going over plans and reading blueprints because after all, we did have to build shelter for all the animals he had rescued. I was startled when music started to play as Rocket plugged in the Zune. I turned around, flashing an upside down smile at the sight of his glasses, I was never going to get used to the fact that he had to wear them.

“That ain’t enough” a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, as he extended his hand towards me in a soft motion “Come ‘ere”

“Yes, sir” of course I obliged and walked slowly over to where he was, grabbing his hand the moment I could. He tugged on it to pull me closer and looked up at me, bright eyes analysing every single detail of my face, and then proceeded to kick off his boots and climb on top of his desk. His eyes never left mine as he squeezed my hand and carefully set it on his shoulder, and his hands crept up my hips and settled around my waist. A mix between surprise and pleasure caused a faint gasp to escape my mouth “What are you doing?”

“Dancin’” in my shock and surprise, all I could muster at his answer was a chuckle. I pulled him closer. The situation might have been completely unusual and out of character, but it made every single bit of my body heat up with giddiness.

“Dancing? I thought you only danced on special occasions” steadily, we began to move and falling in step, letting the slow rhythm control our movements. Everything around us had simply vanished. All the noise and people around us dissolved. I could no longer hear the other people in the building or the noises of the everyday life on the streets. There was nothing beside he and I, alone. His brown eyes glistened, and a smile spread across his sweet face.

“Yeah, this ain’t special enough for ya?” he taunted, nodding at the where his hands were set on my waist. I laughed. Uncontrollable waves of heavy feelings surged through my whole body, and my fingers tingled in delight. My hand brushed across his cheek and he grinned, flashing me with a whole set of pointy teeth. I had known and loved Rocket for as long as I could remember my own existence, it was rooted in my soul and in my bones, and I would follow him to lengths he couldn’t even imagine. I loved him on his rainy days, when all he gave me were storms and all I heard was thunder, I loved him on days when I wasn’t even sure that I could love myself. I was his through everything the universe threw at us and now that he was someone else, I was getting to know him again and learning how to love him the way he was now that he finally got to be himself. And it was like falling in love all over again just as easily as I did the first time.

“I mean, as long as I’m with you, I guess” I drew him closer to my chest, and he wrapped his arms tighter around my body. A jolt of pleasure ran up my spine. My body was acting on its own as we kept moving, it was like there were no chains and no shame to hold me back from this pure paradise.

“Do ya wanna make it special?” again, he looked up at me. His voice was airy and raspy, and my stomach was aching and my head was spinning. It was almost intoxicating to be in that moment.

“Are you proposing?” I chortled at my own question “This is good enough for me, you know?” I added, before planting a small kiss on his forehead. He laid his head on my chest, and we continued to dance, completely lost in the music that I never wanted to stop.

“Proposing? Yeah, right. Keep dreamin’” he snickered softly against my sternum before pulling away just enough to wipe the stray hairs away from my face, the warmth of his gaze seemed to penetrate my skin “But I do love ya”

“Oh, you’re gonna drop it just like that?” my breath was hitched in my throat, heart drumming so loud in my ears that I could barely hear the music. Rocket buried his face on my neck “Do you mean it?”

“Nah, just said it to make ya happy” he mumbled, I could feel his hot breath and his lips moving on my neck as he spoke. I playfully rolled my eyes and pressed my cheek against the top of his head, a moment of truly crushing happiness.

“You do know how to be romantic” my lips were on his ear as I whispered ever so softly.

“Shut up” he brought his head up from underneath my hair and opened his eyes before removing his glasses and folding them neatly to set them aside. He leaned in and rubbed the tip of his muzzle against my cheek, and I lifted my hand to brush it against his face. I loved him so dearly that no words could ever express it, so I decided that it was the moment to use my actions instead. I planted my lips on his and wrapped my arms tight around his neck, and he held me tighter as the kiss continued. We kissed once, and twice, and again. Rocket and I were different songs, we had always been. He sounded like the blues we had been dancing to and he sounded like a funky 80s song, he was an acquired taste and he was misunderstood, but he was unique. On the other hand, I was pop and country. I was easy on the ears but I was sweetly broken, a ghost of kindness that people never listened to deeper than what was in front of them. But I had so much more to offer. And I understood Rocket, and he took all that I had to give. And quite frankly, it didn’t really matter what kind of music we were or what music we listened to, or that we had been dancing to static for a while, because he was the only song I needed to keep dancing.

So I wrote this based on the request by the lovely @radanian & I once again, made it longer than it had to be… But I hope it’s as you expected it would be and I hope you all enjoy it 🤍 I’m a dancer, but only when I’m drunk or with people I’m really comfortable with (although those are two VERY different dance styles lmao), I think it’s important for us to know that there is a dancer in everyone, we just gotta give them the time to heal and let them out. The song here is “It’s Been a Long, along Time” by Harry James & His Orchestra.

I’m also tagging @cosmic-lavender because you were quite excited to read it, so I hope you like it, too 🤍

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it. I’ve got loads of stuff in my drafts and have been writing non stop for days now, I’m very excited to share it all with you! I love you all and remember that you matter, and that I am forever grateful to every single one of you for all the likes, reblogs, comments and messages. You’re the best x

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Voting ended onJun 27, 2023

[incorrect-starbula]

[GOTG1 Nebula developing a crush on Peter somehow]

Nebula: Together you and I will be the strongest couple in the entire world. We will dominate the galaxy!

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

Rewatching the first Guardians movie knowing where the characters are headed is always amazing, because you can find so many little hints that were perfectly followed through in Volume 2, but I think my favorite detail is this one:

Yondu. Was striking a freaking DAD POSE. WHEN PICKING UP A RAPIDLY FREEZING AND SUFFOCATING PETER IN THE MIDDLE OF SPACE. 

Guys, look at him. HE’S SO EXASPERATED. He just RADIATES that “for fuck’s sake, what’s my kid doing” energy. 

of course it becomes heartbreaking by GotG2 because he’s the one who actually ends up dying in space pulling the exact self sacrificing move Peter pulled here and he dies finally fulfilling his hitherto repressed dad potential but what I’m saying is THE HINTS WERE THERE