#thisisspartax

[krylorian-blog]

@thisisspartax​

❛ do not much resemble peter, yes? perhaps when aged. ❜

[starxmom-blog]

@thisisspartax from x

“So ‘now you’re back from outer space’, huh?”

“No ring--all fling, sweetheart.”

[thewinningscenario]

thisisspartax replied to your post “James..”

"Oh, so I'm "J'Son"" Now?"

“Haven’t heard from you in a while.” It’s the surprise that has him up in arms more than anything- the call hadn’t exactly been an exclamation of joy.

[cannibalisticwhistler-blog]

//I'm amused at that thread between you and Peter because that ask to starmom was originally ME/J ;)

// LMAO.

I’m publishing this, you need to be shamed. 

LOOK, GUYS, YONDU’S TAKING THE RAP FOR J’SON’S MISCHIEF.

[cannibalisticwhistler-blog]

thisisspartax replied to your post: //I'm amused at that thread between you and Peter...

J: *laughs his ass off*

throws a toy at him, probably

[astrapure-a-blog]

@thisisspartax

     It’s not her own realm, yet she practices in the shadows, energy arising if only to dance along fragile hands, as though the cerulean bolts have always belonged there. It’s only when she hears steps does she swiftly let energy lower, bringing a more mundane appearance to reveal itself, yet gaze stays in the same color of cerulean as the pure energy moments ago.

[oflugr]

@thisisspartax

     “You’re looking for--?” 

[cannibalisticwhistler-blog]

J'Son slams down a bottle of something so old that the label was half gone from age. He looked to the bottle and then to Yondu. "Happy Fathers Day to you and me, I guess."

@thisisspartax is almost as bad at this as Yondu

“Just a wild guess here–” Yondu cants his head as he eyes the bottle– “But I take it y’ tried t’ do the DAD thing with Quill n’ it didn’t go so well.”

It’s almost satisfying to see J’Son fail so miserably at building up a relationship with his son. Yondu’s never been particularly good at it, even on the odd occasion he did try– it validates him somehow to see a man of charm and ease and good looks shot down just as readily as himself, with all his flaws.

—- And if he’s feeling really delusional, he can blame it on Peter. But a part of him will always know that’s not true. Even with the odds stacked against him, Peter’s turned out just fine– it’s his fathers who are jackasses.

At least they can be jackasses together. With a BOTTLE.

He reaches out and snatches the liquor, taking a swig and slamming it back down. He can’t help but think of Peter– the good and the bad– years they’ve shared operating as Ravagers. He taught the young Starlord how to fight, how to fly, how to steal– all the trappings of a good life as far as Yondu understands it.

The trouble is, it’s a TERRIBLE life as Quill understands it. Despite brief glimmers of enthusiasm for the lifestyle, he was never cut out to be a Ravager– and even now that Yondu’s realized it after all these years, he’s at a loss for what to do about it.

Peter deserved more than Yondu could give. More than J’Son probably could have given. Looking back on the road, fatherhood strikes him as a monumental task too great for any one man, and it amazes him that so many have gotten by so far.

“He’s alright, J. Turned out okay, even with all the shit I did t’ ruin him. It’s weird n’ a little hard t’ believe, but there it is.”