Sometimes I forget I surround myself in certain circles where it's normal to find the suave bipedal raccoon attractive and then I'm surprised when I see this. That is a conventionally attractive man to me.
I SAW THIS THE OTHER DAY
and i was like. bby. come over to our little corner of the internet. it's fuckin delightful here
i do appreciate the positive reactions to the post tho lol
What's a song you think Rocket hates? Like when it comes on he instantly gets irritated and has to leave the room or change it. Also, what's that song for you?
i LOVE this ask. thank you for posing it. i think you had mentioned rocket not being able to tolerate crazy on you in a previous and hilarious ask (which i'll link below). that said, i'm probably gonna give you an unsatisfying answer lol
personally? i think there are very few things rocket is nonjudgmental about. i mean, there is a list, but it's short.
and i suspect music is right near the top.
of course, there are songs he enjoys more than others — whole genres of music he enjoys more than others. but, in general, i think he's as excited to clone an olivia rodrigo album as he is to get his paws on some nwa or bts or billie holiday. i don't believe there's any song he dismisses out of hand. i think he considers music one of the most honest things in the universe, and there's something he values in that, no matter the style or artist.
there's only one genre he has a hard time listening to, and it's not because he hates it in its own right. on the contrary, it's the same music that originally inspired his love of the artform. but on the off-chance he comes across some hildegard von bingen or claudio monteverdi or palestrina, i think he experiences a visceral, gut-churning reaction. choral music from any place in the galaxy (including terra, mainly prior to the 17th century) makes him feel small, and naked, and vulnerable, and put right back on the high evolutionary's knee with his skull gripped in his sire's hands. it doesn't matter which song is playing: for a moment, all he'll hear is mo ergaste forn. and he still thinks the singing is beautiful and honest, and maybe that makes it even worse. so he'll either get up and stalk from the room, looking like he's about to be ill — or he'll snarl at someone to turn that off; it's givin' him a frickin' headache.
which is all to say that if you're the type to listen to gregorian chants, there's no shame in that. i'd just keep those songs off the main playlist, you know?
i am not as generous as rocket when it comes to music lol. as my sister likes to say, "if it has a single country twang in it, dae won't listen" (that's an exaggeration — but only a slight one). weirdly, my two "gotta turn this off" songs are not country. one is centerfold by the j. geils band and the other is the distance by CAKE. i fucking hate those songs — thinking about them makes me angry — and i would be perfectly at peace if every single copy was lost to humankind. to be fair, my reasoning is similar to rocket's, so perhaps my headcanon is a bit biased.
related: rocket enjoying pop culture | music & rocket, adam, pete, & jason
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spice | no use of y/n | gn reader x rocket | oneshot | word count: 5,122.
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the best thing about landing on cold planets is the warming-up part afterward. for @leresq. see below for warnings/context.
He watches, fascinated, like his hands don’t even flarkin’ belong to him. They do and they don’t, he’s realizing. Sure, they’re his during normal working hours — he manipulates them into tiny spaces, uses them to fix engines, combs out his tail and whiskers, pops the tabs on every can in a smuggled six-pack of blubber ale.
But once you’ve got ‘em in your grasp, he can’t tell them what to do anymore. They rebel against any order he gives them, far preferring to curl up between your thighs than listen to anything he has to say.
And — yep. Sure enough, you tuck them back safely between your knees: muscles sleek and fat soft against his knuckles once more, every stitch of your inseam coming to life on the back of his hands.
Hot chocolate, you tell him, reaching for the mug. With pumpkin-spice this time. Or as near as I could get to it.
Pumpkin-spice means nothing to him, but he lets you tilt the straw to his lips anyway, and when he ripples his knuckles against you — testing the springiness of your thighs and committing it to memory, suddenly trying to decipher the exact degree of your body-temperature — he feels you jolt a little too.
A smirk flirts with the corner of his mouth. His hands may not belong entirely to him anymore, but he can think of one or two things he’s still got.
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WARNINGS/CONTEXT: comics-based (mostly ewing; dash of skottie young). just like, a ton of mild-to-midgrade smoulder. implications of sexual activity, cursewords in english and intergalactic common?? mentions of space-princesses of multiple genders (including you). rocket calls reader sweetheart 3x.
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How do you think Rocket's tail was accounted for with the Endgame nanosuit-up? I've tried to get screen frames of it to see how it's covered but I can't seem to get a good view. I wouldn't be surprised if they just cut off his model's tail for that scene. Would track with the lack of respect the Guardians got from the writers and directors for E and IW...
darling. yo. they for sure didn’t think about it at all and also fuck that movie. good news is it’s our headcanon so we get to do what we want.
i had heard like fourth-hand that there’s some director’s commentary or something that says the quantum suit in endgame was based on a mixture of the pymsuit, stark tech, and the guardians’ spacesuits (which is really rockettech™). so i guess one possibility would be that rocket’s suit had a dual trigger, and when he triggered his helmet, it also activated the sort of bubble-spacesuit that we see them use in vol 2 to protect his tail and make sure it went along with him for the quantum ride. feels like kind of a lazy and unsatisfying solution, especially since we don’t see it.
actually, you know, i bet that in-universe, the avengers just fed their measurements into one of tony’s machines and printed out suits accordingly. when they were done, someone handed rocket a little pym-stark suit and when they gave it to him he was like where the fuck’s my tail go and they were like what and he was like unbelievable. gotta do everything myself. retailored the whole damn ass himself and added his very own patent-frickin-pending spacesuit-tech for tail-protection.
well now i’ve made myself bitter on a saturday night
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read mitten aesthetic 𖥧𖤣༉˖₊˚⋅* now [COMPLETE]
when knowhere breaks down in the thneed system, you receive an unexpected visitor. aka, it was a dark and stormy night when a stranger came to your door. for @leresq. see below for warnings & context.
Impulse forces the breath through your vocal chords in a little indecipherable noise — a protest, maybe, or a sound of alarm. Sorrow and commiseration. You know what it’s like to be that tired. “Don’t go back out there. You’ll freeze.”
You’re going to fall asleep in the cold.
He blinks, then scoffs. “Just goin’ to Smeth’s. Didn’t mean to bust in on you. I never been to his place before — was just stopping by to warm up between working on the engine repairs.” His narrow face twists into a scowl and his ears flatten further. “I commed him to ask how to get here, but his directions frickin’ sucked.”
“Still,” you urge. “There’s no reason to go back out in — that.” His tail is dripping, the lush brush of fur looking all sad and miserable. If the frost in his pelt refreezes, you know it’ll be a hundred times worse. Dangerous. “You can stay — as long as you need. I don’t mind.” You crinkle your nose. “I bet my place is warmer, anyway. Xlomo doesn’t know what he’s doing to insulate himself, poor guy.”
He tilts his head, stare narrow — puzzling you out. Something in the corners of his eyes looks… weary. Haggard. “You always let strangers stay in your house?”
You shake your head and edge toward your cocoa again. “You’re not a stranger,” you remind him, and your voice folds into something a little more confident — and a little more wry. “Everybody knows who you are.”
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WARNINGS/CONTEXT: mcu post-vol3 vibes, little bit of angst and lots of cozy comfort. is this a romanticized platonic relationship, or a light precursor to romance? you decide. rocket calls reader sugar 1x. unhinged space-weather.
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If Rocket were to get a team-up film, like Deadpool and Wolverine, featuring a character he’s rarely interacted with but could have great chemistry with, who would you choose?
oh my god. this is a delightful question that i have so many thoughts about THANK YOU FOR ASKING and i would love to hear your thoughts too??
SO. in addition to yearning for an ongoing rocket & thor series, i’d actually love a deadpool & rocket feature (in spite of how disappointed i was in deadpool & wolverine) à la blue river score. also no shade to the marvels but that whole arc with chewie having kittens is (i am pretty sure?) based off Captain Marvel 2014-2015 issue 7 & 8 in which rocket is the one who informs carol that chewie is a flerken and then chewie has babies and i have been wanting to see that whole arc reimagined for the big screen for ages and i was so sad that when it finally happened, my guy was not part of it. and of course i would have loved to see the wanda & rocket road-trip happen.
(and also this is not exactly what you asked but here’s my previous list of rfh-approved ideas for rocket-related sequels and follow-ups to the gotg trilogy)
BUT. you know what i actually think i want most? if i’m allowed to mess around with timelines and ages and shit? i want rocket & sassy teenage groot to come across kamala khan, lost in space. i want young groot & kamala to be the weirdest and best of friends, and rocket to be single-parenting them both while the three of them accidentally save the universe together — probably multiple times — and rocket tries to get kamala home to the khan family.
i just love the idea of smart-ass groot and sour grumpy rocket trying to figure out how to navigate life with this actual ball of sunlight who does not have an inauthentic or disingenuous bone in her body and is also funny as FUCK all the time. i think she and groot would actually just be excellent immediate grumpy-sunshine friends. like kamala would probably catch onto groot’s speech immediately, and they’d be such good buddies. and rocket would be like what the hell do i do with this baldbody kid this is the worst until the first time he and groot get into a fight and before rocket can even yell at his son for having such a terrible mouth, kamala full on GASPS and is like groot i can’t believe you talk to your dad that way. he loves you so much.
and then rocket’s like fuck i guess i gotta adopt this girl now
(also join me for a moment in imagining the sheer MAYHEM these three chaos muppets would cause in every single sequence) (and all of rocket’s exhausted single-dad-moments) (and the potential for softness too ugh) (i require at least one scene with rocket in the dad-glasses reacting to the two of them the same way he reacted to groot’s drawing in i am groot s1 e5)
and then once they finally got kamala back to terra, rocket & groot would have dinner with the khan family (who are honestly actual jewels, the best humans that terra has to offer tbh). rocket would be so awkward and trying not to be rude (but he’d be so bad at it) and the khans would be so weirded out but also so grateful that this talking raccoon and tree-thing kept their daughter safe in outer space and brought her back home. and i think just like rocket had sort of inadvertently adopted kamala in space, the khans would sorta adopt him and groot and tell the two of them to make sure they stop by whenever they are in the area and probably send them back to their spaceship with leftovers.
anyway i just want another found family for my guy and i love the khans and i. i dunno i think i’d probably cry
I think Rocket's actually smarter than Tony in the sense that Tony has a bunch of super advanced tools. Sure a good amount of them he probably invented but we also know he steals inventions. He stole Quentin's hologram tech, who knows what else he didn't make. Tony has notepads and things to write stuff down, to visualise what he's doing, to keep track of equations. Rocket needs none of that, I've never seen him write down anything, it appears he can just do quantum mechanics in his head. Really the only Deus ex Machina tech Tony made that we see is the Arc Reactor. Rocket as you said regularly builds shit he's probably never conceived of before in minutes.
YESSSSSSS
all of this
great points, great points
i know iw/endgame were meant to serve a specific purpose of wrapping up the og avengers storylines but im like…. you all were like “how do make time machine?” and didn’t immediately call the guy who probably has to do regular maintenance (with unique upgrades) to make his spaceships survive literal jumps through the space/time continuum??
(everyone talks about the bowie’s ridiculous ship design but i headcanon that the mechanics of it generate a way of either condensing information or creating an “information shield” that allow for less wear-and-tear AND/OR outright danger of improper reconstitution through the jump-points if we assume they operate through mechanics similar to current theories on teleportation? has there been any canonical talk of how jump points work?)
anyway tony’s like. fine. i guess. but rocket was an underutilized resource, constantly & repeatedly & vocally underestimated & underappreciated by the avengers. possibly because of classism, or possibly because they continually are like (insert snooty condescending voice) “he eats trash! he’s a raccoon!”