#stardians

[irnarmor-a]

@stardians   //   sc.

     “ Is there any alcohol around here? I could use some space whiskey. ” 

[eggsyarchived]

❛    shit ,   this gun was  made  for  wastin’  aliens.    ❜   the evil ones , of course.    Eggsy holds it up , a magnificent piece of work , a weapon heavy enough to require two hands , and all his strength.   mimes shooting some manic beast down   --------------   under assumption that outer space consisted primarily of them creatures from the movie , Alien.

@stardians    /    sc.

[spaceraiseda]

'i’ve got you. it’s alright. it’s okay. you’re okay now. you’re safe. you’re safe. it’s okay.'

@stardians  /  m.

                                 HEAVY SOB falls from trembling lips. small body shaking in peter’s arms as he holds her close. her face buried in his shoulder, she feels his hand pressed to the side of her head while he’s shushing her. jami’s not one to cowardly avoid a fight but her gut feeling had told her it was better to sit this one out. she’d found a spot in one of the cabinets on the milano, squeezing into the small space with only her taser gripped tightly while she was waiting for the noise to quiet down and the strangers on their ship to leave. however it seems her hiding spot wasn’t the best and the guys raiding the ship were eager to check every single inch of it. grabbed and pulled out  &  up by her collar, her taser was soon knocked out of her hand as a scary looking man presented her to his friends and she struggled mid-air to get free from his grip while he made fun of what they were going to do with her.

                                      before she knew she hit the ground hard as the familiar sound of the element gun going off echoed through the halls of the ship and the strangers were all neutralized fairly fast. he’d scooped her up without hesitation so there she was now. clinging to him, crying. both scared and feeling bad about not even having tried to stop them. ‘ i thought he was gonna take me, dad. i tried to hide. i’m sorry, i was scared - ’

[agonytm-blog]

                             ❛ I  KNOW  this song!  Actually,  I  love  it. ❜    a smile spread across her face,  while Agony was grunting her  disapproval  in the back of her head.

                                                  ‹  That’s  just  NOISE.  ›

                             ❛ Oh,  please----  what do you know about music?  --  Can you believe they  don’t  like this song? ❜    the second question was aimed at Peter,  a finger pointing at herself  ( confusing,  probably,  but Leslie was actually pointing at the symbiote ).

@stardians        /        STARTER CALL

[drtywork-a]

FROM HERE @stardians​

❛S’tha’ right? Yondu never told me ‘bout tha’, all he told me was tha’ he always kicked yer ass n’a fight.❜

It’d only been two weeks since Yondu had passed. A deep pit had filled the man’s chest, something he couldn’t get rid of no matter how much time passed. Sometimes he’d check his messenger and await a text from Yondu, only to feel that emptiness once more as he received absolutely nothing. Smile forced its way to his lips, snort bubbling out of his chest.

❛Ah remember when we first met.. He was drunk n’decided t’hit on me.❜

Pause, fingers digging into the wood of the table.

❛Knocked ‘im on his ass n’one blow. He’d always tell me tha’ it was love at first sight..can’t ‘elp but believe tha’, y’know?❜

[loyaloutwear-a2]

@stardians && x. 

                    ❛ OH, me too ! ❜ she laughs, despite the situation. eyes darting from the window of the ship to the pilot ; brows raised with doubt. she’d learned A LOT of things in her 3,000 years of life, but how to fly an aircraft wasn’t one of them. she doesn’t trust him, at all. but she still buckles herself into the seat && clings to whatever she can grab ahold of. ❛ do you even know what you’re doing? ❜ she chooses to ignore the very quickly approaching ground of the unknown planet before them, eyes glued on quill ; she’d rather have a decent view when they inevitably DIE. 

[cybereffigy-blog]

‘ we should change those bandages. ’ two/three im rolling my eyes

love.

          his shoulder aches with a fiery passion, wound he gained from five’s rescue mission still fresh and scarring. three hates the sick bay, mostly because doctors are scientists, and scientists… well, he hates them. he looks up at two, nose scrunched up, before turning a little to allow her to unwrap the swathe of bandages. “bite the bullet, boss.” he grumbles, clearly unhappy with his debilitated state.

[cybereffigy-blog]

‘ bad dream? ’ rich and ray...

love.

          “y-.. yeah. ur-..ursella had so-someone over t-too.” there’s a tremor in her hand as she carefully draws a curve, a plain circle etching itself onto her sheet. “i’ll be o-..okay. i just-.. i need a n-nap. or a qu-.. quieter house.” she doesn’t go into detail as to what happened for her complete lack of sleep, but she smiles regardless- it’s nice to know someone cared at all. “how about y-yuh-you? sll-sleep okay?”