I think I will only accept a lion shuffle if it’s literally everyone ends up with a different lion.
Like, oops, Allura was actually TOTALLY FUCKING WRONG about EVERYONE because she had literally just met them 20 minutes ago.
Black - Lance (sure okay why not let’s give it a shot I’m down to clown, develops leadership qualities, this is reminding me of the pirate captain from Stardust for some reason, ‘the heart of the team’, Will listen to everyone and make the right call (eventually))
Yellow - Keith (Really works with his impulsiveness tbh?, The yellow lion makes him slow down and think b/c he can’t just bolt in, Will pull back and make everyone think twice, Sees the Big Picture better than everyone else on the team, No your family/Allura are not more important than the rest of the entire universe guys)
Green - Hunk (nosy, interested in learning, wants to touch EVERYTHING, will steal and read your diary and go through your files, crazy smart and eager to question)
Red - Pidge (I’m gunna BREAK INTO THE GG and SIT AT YOUR COMPUTER AND READ YOUR FILES then SCREAM AT YOU, openly impulsive and quick to temper, often takes the bullheaded approach, Will do her own thing regardless of what others think)
Blue - Shiro (The one that keeps the group together and calm, Moral support and there to listen, Will encourage you and make you feel like you can do anything)
I’m so tired of people bashing girls (especially straight girls) for liking gay ships, calling us disgusting and etc. Yall guess what, you’re not obliged to like anything but you are obliged to respect everyone. People are minding their own businesses, shipping their ships and sharing their fanarts and it has NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU. If you don’t like it I suggest you just get it out of your life and that’s it!!!! It’s really damn fucking simple!!!!! It costs $0,00!!! It makes everyone happier!!!!!!
And guess what fellow queers - being lgbtq doesn’t make us better than anyone! Yeah I’m sure it’s shocking take a minute to let that sink in.
Ofc there’s a bunch of stuff wrong in gay shipping fandoms in general, but let us solve it between us. If it doesn’t have anything to do with you then don’t get your fucking nose where no one called you. Get your head out of your ass and realize that the world doesnt turn around your stuck up opinions so the fact *you* dont like something doesnt make it wrong or disgusting. The world says thanks.
you even call a guy who you were sort of dating but not really? Cause it sure
as hell isn’t boyfriend. Boyfriend is reserved for the guy who you’re sleeping
with, or the guy who you let hold your hand when you’re walking around with
him. Cal wasn’t that, at least not yet. We had hung out more since New Year’s,
but we definitely were past the friend’s stage. So what did you call the stage
between those two? We hadn’t… slept together… which meant it wasn’t friend’s
with benefits, so what the hell were we?!
I climb up
the stairs to his apartment complex and buzz his room. He picks up a few buzzes
later, and breathlessly says, “Get up here as fast as you can, I need your help
sigh, I yank open the door and then head inside, pulling off my hat and undoing
my scarf. Whatever he had done now, I didn’t really want to know. I had come
over to have coffee and a serious talk about our relationship.
As I walk
down the hallway toward his apartment, I hear something crash and then him
letting out a string of curses. At that, I break into a sprint, thinking
somethings happened and he’s hurt. I throw open the door and am greeted by a
bunch of mud on the floor, and all over the walls near the baseboards. I raise
my brow and then shut the door before calling, “Cal? What the hell-“
can finish a small object comes sprinting out of the living room and leaps at
me. I let out a shriek of surprise and back against the door as a tiny puppy
jumps at my feet, and tries to gnaw on my boots. It barks happily and then
grabs one of my shoelace and yanks, completely undoing my boot.
shout at it, and it freezes for a moment, looking at me with wide surprised
eyes. Then Cal comes around the corner, covered in mud. I glance at him in surprise
and the pup barks happily and then takes off for him. He smiles wickedly and
then says, “Now I’ve got you.”
between his legs though and continues through the apartment barking its head
off. I stay pressed against the door and whisper, “Why is there a dog in your
his hair out of his face and then sighing, he looks at the disaster that is his
hallway and says, “It was sitting in a box in the middle of the park. It’s the
runt of the litter or something, cause some asshole just left it there with a
sign that said to take it.”
TOOK IT? Cal, you can’t even manage your own life let own a dog!” I cry as it
comes barreling in from the bathroom with one of his shoes in its mouth. Cal
let out a groan and then takes off after it, completely ignoring my comment. I
follow him more slowly and see him cornering the dog in the living room. It
growls playfully, with its butt up in the air and its tail wagging
dramatically. Cal crouches down then and grabs it. Immediately, it protested,
yipping and howling.
it and then carries it toward the bathroom. It’s only then that I notice that
it’s covered in mud. Cal holds it out so that it doesn’t get mud on his shirt
anymore, and then smiling at me, he says, “Do you want to help me give him a
I purse my
lips and then look the dog over. It twists its head to the side at that, and
then opens its mouth so that its tongue hangs out. I shy away from it a little
bit and then say, “Sure, I guess… but Cal-”
Cal says as he starts toward the bathroom again. I shrug off my jacket and
shout at his back as he goes farther into the apartment, “But afterward we
really need to talk.”
humming a song as he goes into the bathroom, and I sigh when I realize he’s
ignoring that comment on purpose.
was by far worse than a toddler in the bathtub. It cries for a solid ten
minutes while Cal gets it wet, and then yips and barks while I help rub shampoo
into its fur. After that, it tried to leap out of the tub, and once it
succeeded, only to land in my lap soaking wet. Cal laughs the whole time
though, like this is all some fun game. I grit my teeth and pretend like it
doesn’t matter, he’ll get rid of it as soon as he can. Cal knew he didn’t have
time to take care of a dog, besides, he really only stays in the apartment half
the time anyway.
As soon as
the dog has been washed three times, Cal scoops it out of the tub and wraps it
in a towel, talking to it like it’s a child. I sigh and then sit back on my
heels while the tub drains. I’m soaking wet, and my hair is a mess, and
honestly I was peeved that he was trying to ignore my comments about talking seriously
about our relationship.
the dog out into living room and then sinks onto the couch with it, laughing as
it tries to climb out of the towel to lick his face. I stand in the doorway to
the living room then, at the end of my rope. I straighten my shoulders and then
say, “Cal, we need to talk right now, so stop ignoring me like a two-year-old.”
at me then with a raised brow and then says, “Okay, start talking then.”
my hands into fists at his cavalier tone, and then inhaling slowly, I go to say
what’s been on my mind but I freeze when I realize I have no idea how to talk about
this. All of the speech starters I had planned seemed corny and stupid now that
I thought about them. He continues to watch me though, his brow raised as he
waits for me to speak. I throw my hands up then and shout, “Can you stop
looking at me like that? Like you’re expecting something!”
to talk, I’m waiting to see what you want to talk about.” He says carefully as
he continues to rub the dog dry. It lays in his lap panting and looking
absolutely blissful. God dammit, even the dog was in a good mood.
“I don’t think
we should do this anymore.” I say suddenly. He stops rubbing the dog, and its
ears quirk up in curiosity before its head rotates to look at Cal.
I cross my
arms defiantly, and then say, “We’re not dating, we’re not just friends, I have
no idea what we are. We’ve dug ourselves a hole, and I don’t want to get stuck
at the bottom of it.”
there, frozen it seems. The only thing that moves is his chest as he breaths
slowly and carefully. Eventually he looks down at his lap and then says, “I
didn’t realize we weren’t dating, I figured we were just taking it… slow and
steady? SLOW AND STEADY IS WHEN YOU’VE KNOWN SOMEONE FOR YEARS! We’ve known
each other for mabye five months!” I
shout as his comment completely taking me over the edge, making the dog turn
and bury its head in Cal’s stomach. He shifts the dog onto the couch and then
stands up and says, “We’ve been talking and hanging out. I mean you kissed me
on New Year’s and said you liked complicated!”
“I was in
the moment!” I shout back, and the dog whines at the volume of my voice. Cal
looks taken aback and then stepping toward me says coolly, “And what about all
those times I picked you up and we got food, or that time we sat on a park
bench and talked for three hours? Was that just living in the moment?!”
I glare at
him and then say, “That was me trying to figure out what the hell you wanted!”
wanted? I wanted you to be happy! I wanted you to be give me a sign that you
felt the same what that I do!”
I scream as I dig my hands into my hair and pull at it. This was a mistake; I
should have just broken the connection slowly and taking myself out of his life
little by little, instead of this abrupt argument. Now I would leave him on a
you want Mare? Just tell me and-“
“I WANT YOU
TO SHUT UP AND LET ME THINK!” I scream, and he freezes. In my distraction, I
hadn’t seen him coming toward me slowly, his hand out stretched to touch my
arm. We both look at each other for a few seconds, me with tears in my eyes,
and him with a look of utter pain. I back away from him then and whisper, “I
just need… I need space, and time… just… leave me alone for now.”
there dumbfound, like I just slapped him across the face. He swallows a heartbeat
later though and says, “I don’t understand.”
“I don’t know
what I want, maybe I wanted the stupid eighties romance, where you pick me up
the convertible after my sister’s shitty wedding, but you weren’t… I just… ugh!
I honestly don’t know!” I cry as I turn and storm toward the door. He doesn’t
even follow. He’s so shocked by my confession, or maybe he was trying to piece
together whatever I had given him. I grab my coat and my shoes and pulling them
on though. I grab my bag and then slam the door behind me for good measure when
No one in
my family asks why I came how with red eyes, and they especially didn’t ask
when I slammed my door shut and didn’t come down for dinner. I had made a huge
mistake. I’d realized that on the subway ride home. I shouldn’t have said those
things, I should have just kept my mouth shut and tried to piece together how
this whole relationship with him would work. All he had done was just try to
keep me happy, and I had thrown it back in his face. Burying my face in the pillow
I try to hide the next round of sobs that rise up.
The door to
my room opens, and Gisa clears her throat before saying, “I think you should
look out your window.”
I lift my
head and glare at her. She simply nods to my window and then closes the door. I
sniff and wipe at my nose before glancing at the pouring rain outside. Sitting
up, I push my hair out of my face and then look out at the street below. My
eyes shoot wide open and I throw open the window before screaming, “What the
hell are you doing?!?”
up at me and then shifting the boom box to his shoulder he shouts back, “You
wanted eighties romance, I had to catch up on my movies before I tried this!”
play on the machine and then sits there with a shit eating grin on his face as
he shouts, “I meant to find a convertible, but the weather kind of screwed up
my plans to take you for a drive over the Brooklyn bridge to see the city
I sit there
for a second, completely shocked, and then I blink and realize he’s soaking
wet, and sitting at his feet is the little dog, happily wagging its tail. I
slam the window shut and then grab my jacket off of my desk before sprinting
out of my room and through our apartment. My mother barely avoids me in the
hallway, and demands to know where I’m going, but I throw myself out the front
door and down the hall to the stairs. I can feel all of my family’s eyes and
then, I can hear them all shouting about following me or not.
barely hide my own smile as I shove the front door to our apartment complex
open, and sprint out into the rain. Cal sets down the boom box just in time to
catch me as I throw myself into his arms. He presses his lips to mine, and
spins me around slowly. The dog barks at his feet, trying to nip at my shoes. I
wrap my legs around his waist though, and push his soaking wet hair out of his
face before I choke, “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking-“
right though,” he said with a smile as he wrapped his arms around my waist to
keep me balanced, “Neither of us really knew what we were doing before we
I wipe some of the water off his
forehead, and then with a small smile, I shake my head and say, “You’re going
to be the death of me.”
again and then reaches up to press his lips against mine. I cup his face and
let him, my heart rapidly pacing in my chest as we do this. Without a doubt my
family was watching this, and trying to figure out what the hell I was going to
tell them. I hadn’t really told them about Cal, or that I was even really
pull away from our kiss, he lets me slide down until I’m on my feet again. I
keep my arms wrapped around his neck though. He smiles down at me and then
pressing a kiss against my hairline he says, “If you want space, I understand.
Just tell me.”
I shake my
head quickly and then say, “I was… I was just frustrated today, and I wasn’t
really thinking about what I was saying. I don’t want to step away from you, or
whatever the hell this mess is.”
at that and then bending over he places his forehead against mine and whispers,
“Then are you willing to place a label on this whole thing?”
with hot mess,” I say with a laugh. He laughs as well, and then pressing
another kiss against my lips he says, “Hot mess it is then.”
PART THREE!!!!! YAAAASSSSS!!!! AAAAAANNNGGGSSSTTTT!!! I’m so
sorry, but I’m also not sorry, cause I can never stay away from it. (: Anywho,
part 4 will be a cute little valentine’s day thing, I’ll see when I can get
that up. (:
so this was definitely a filler episode but it was still somewhat important nonetheless. obviously this episode was heavy on the lesson that nothing lasts forever and that eventually things just end. this lesson may come into play towards the end of the season in relation to star and Marco’s “strained friendship” or Jackie and Marco’s relationship. Speaking of which, where the fuck is Jackie??? I’m pretty sure her only line this whole month has been in mathmagic and that was like what, one word?? come on they had this big moment with Jackie and marco in BBTBC and they haven’t really acknowledged it at all aside from that phone call at the beginning of raid the cave. I’d also really wish we’d get more moments referencing the actual 16 years marco spent chasing hekapoo (which I now shamelessly ship).
All ranting aside let’s get back to the episode. It was really awesome to see Kelli again, it was good to see her get more lines. She’s definitely a cool character. Also are we just not gonna talk about how that scarf-headphone thing was basically doing psychedelic drugs in a wearhouse?? Like they weren’t even low key about it. Like… they’ll put THAT on a children’s TV show but they won’t let trans marco be canon?? It’s insane.
((I feel bad but I like the idea of Zane being really selfconscious about his body and such. He always covers himself up and such and people keep on calling him ugly and chunky in the Mystreet series. Sure he just yells at them and scolds them off but what if he was actually getting really hurt by those comments even tho its an on going joke.
I like the idea of Zane looking at himself in the mirror, no mask or hair in the way or a shirt on and thinking that he is gross because everyone kept on saying he is, even his own brother. But then his S/O (lets be honest we ship Zane with a lot of people so im putting in S/O so you can put whoever you ship him with in this thought) comes up to him and just tells him that he is beautiful and handsome the way he is and just
This headcanon is sad but also very adorable and shit))
People who’s like ‘yuri is a fifteen yo high schooler let him be at his age stop shipping him’ yeah bro just let him be at his age. THAT is the point!! Idk which high schoolers you are talking about but i’m sure that i’ ve never seen them. Would you like to hear about high schoolers ( even 3rd year mid schoolers) I know??? Y'all can be sure that that is not as pure as you thought. They are watching porn in fucking class. ( you can think the other things) This is the reality and also the thing what we call physical growth. I am not trying to say they should make something sexual. but if something happens (romantically or sexually) it’s not pedophilia. …And age gap….. seriously????
I see few people saying that they don’t want to ship Bamon anymore because Damon called Bonnie in the latest episode asking about Elena over her
Did y'all really expect Damon to know that Stefan had killed Enzo? He called expecting that they somehow stopped Stefan already and got Elena’s blood
Pretty sure that if Damon knew Stefan had killed Enzo beforehand that call would’ve been different
Also if Damon really didn’t give a shit I don’t think he’d assume that because Enzo was dead Bonnie’s life was somehow still in danger simply because he managed to reach her, and that he’d still need to be there to keep her safe (this is before Bonnie tells him she gave Stefan the cure)
I guess he was assuming that Stefan was somehow still a threat to her life now that Enzo was out
For the rest of the episode Damon leaves Bonnie alone, probably because he feels guilty over what had happened and couldn’t face her himself (she lost the supposed love of her life whilst trying to protect his)
He’s respecting what she wants and understands why she’s been basically ignoring everyone (there’s a part in the episode where he asks Caroline “Could you blame her?”)
Once again they all get what they want somehow at the price of Bonnie sacrificing her happiness and seemingly being the last of everyone’s concerns
(Caroline choosing to go after Stefan after hearing from Damon what had happened to Enzo -face palm-, Damon asking about Elena although he didn’t know how everything went down to begin with, Alaric and company doing their own thing after Damon tells him what happens)
Poor girl feels as if she’s all alone and nobody cares enough
•first of all, welcome! I assume you’re here because of TLBM. Which is great! It definitely revamped my love for the ship in a wonderful way. I myself am not what you’d call a “veteran” of the ship, but its been there for a while for me. Anyway, we’re glad to have you!
But the reason of this post is…
•im sure you’ve noticed the haters. There are plenty of them, and they are vocal. As is the case with ALL “controversial” ships. That I do have experience with. All I can say is: don’t let them get to you. They’ve always been here and probably always will. That’s okay. Everyone is entitled to their opinion. Just keep having fun and enjoying the ship! Make content or just be a fan, whichever you prefer. Either way, don’t feel discouraged! (If you need someone to talk about these dorks with, my inbox is always open btw!)
Sure, I (sapphically and) selfishly would like to see Kara in a relationship with a lady-loving lady, but even taking that bias aside, let’s look at a few of the pros of Lena Luthor, shall we?
* Brainy, both with business acumen and tech
* Interested in doing the right thing (and, yes, there are always issues with how a person defines what is right, but I think Lena’s heart is in a good place)
* Calls bullshit, even when it’s doled out from family
* Sends a girl an office-load of flowers as a token of appreciation
* Called Kara Danvers her hero. Not Supergirl, the cape and flowing hair wonder of National City, but Kara Danvers… goofball and intrepid reporter who values trust and loyalty. Kara Danvers, who gave her faith freely without asking for anything in return, and that’s enough to make a corporate titan take pause.
* Eats donuts (the literal, and potentially euphemistic variety)
Is the amount of hate in the Lapidot tag really so exorbitant? Because I've honestly just been getting my Lapidot fix from this and similar blogs, and I can't say I'm terribly excited to see if it's true or not.
It’s… pretty bad.
It usually tends to “peak” right after Lapidot episodes air. A lot of people are respectful about it and won’t tag their hate and/or make sure to censor the ship name. But there are plently who do put the hate out there deliberately, just to troll.
Incidentally, I have a so-called “shit list” of people who I’ve blocked for deliberately/persistently posting hate where we can see it. I’ve found that the tag and the search are so much nicer now! If anyone wants a copy of this list in order to block some of the worst offenders, please do let me know off-anon at my personal blog (@jenhedgehog). I have no intention of making said list public, as I don’t want to start a “witch hunt” or anything - but that said, if anyone wants it for anxiety reasons (or otherwise), I’m happy to privately share it.
Fandom- Marvel/Guardians of the Galaxy
Paring- Peter Quill x reader
Plot- Rocket and Groot rescue reader and Peter is quite smitten with her.
I sat on my bed with wide eyes staring at the door. I could hear the sounds of yelling and guns being fired all around me. Out the window I could see people running in and out of the castle and ships were being landed with guards filing out into the battle.
I bit my lip and nervously looked at the large door which had been locked to keep me ‘safe’, as my father called it. He probably was just making sure I didn’t escape during all this chaos.
Jumping up, I let out a yelp as the door was suddenly ripped from the frame.
“Somebody call for a rescue?” A rough voice said from the hall. The dust settled and I saw a small raccoon with a large thing that looked like a tree behind him.
“Finally! What took so long, try to destroy the whole castle?” I asked, grabbing my stuff and walking towards the two.
“Look, princess, we really don’t have time for your sass. We almost died rescuing you, in fact, we atew still almost dying while rescuing you. I’m Rocket, that’s Groot. Now lets go!” He yelled and I was pulled up into the ams of Groot as they ran off down the hall.
I squeaked, pulling the cool (f/c) fabric of my dress down before it could slide up too far.
“I am Groot.” The tree said.
“Uh that’s nice, I’m (Y/n).” I yelled over the noise. The guards had begun to notice the fact that the two intruders had me and were now fighting harder, knowing that if I were to get taken they would probably all get fired or even executed. The two ran through the many flights of stairs that led up to my room before finally skidding around the corner leading to the top of the grand staircase.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Rocket muttered. I pushed myself up to look and saw most of the army lined up and guarding the door with guns pointed right at us. At the front of the group stood my dad.
“I am Groot?” Groot said- er asked and Rocket just nodded.
“Release the princess and drop your weapon or we will fire.” My dad boomed.
I leaned forward, “Don’t listen to him he’s lying, he wont fire if I’m here.”
Rocket nodded vaguely and slowly went to set down his gun. The guards too began to lower their weapons thinking he was surrendering but at the last second, Rocket pulled up his weapon and yelled, “Now Groot!”
Within seconds a thick wall of branches and roots were separating is from the guards and Groot had begun to run, pushing his way through the surprised guards with Rocket facing the other way, taking down any officers that tried to get us from the back. We ran out the two large doors and into the courtyard.
“Where is your ship?” I asked Rocket who was still shooting at the guards. All I could see was the royal ships.
“Ya about that…” He said with a laugh.
We and ran around the side of a large ship and hide.
“You don’t have a ship? How did you even get here?!” I yelled.
“We have a ship, it just… Not here. We hitched a ride on one if the cargo ships, now we just need to get into another one.” He muttered more to himself as he climbed down off Groots shoulder and started tinkering with the ships door.
“Don’t mess with those you’ll start the alarm or electrocute yourself.” I yelled as I clambered out of Groots arms and joined him by the door.
“No offense princess, but I think I have a but more experience with this stuff than you.” Rocket scoffed.
I rolled my eyes, “Oh really?” I reached up and pressed my hand to the scanner causing the door to swing open once it recognized my handprint. I smirked at the glaring raccoon and walked into the ship.
“Whatever lets blow this joint.” He said as he stomped up to the controls and started the engine. I stared out the window as we began to hover and rise off the ground. I laughed loudly as I saw my angry father and once soon-to-be husband staring up at me. I flipped the two off before sauntering over to sit down.
Rocket just smirked at me and took off into space. He flew us around for a while until we were far enough away from my planet that he could pit it on autopilot.
He turned to me and crossed his arms, “So, princess. What makes you want to plan your own kidnapping?” He asked.
I just sighed angrily and slumped far the into my seat, “My father. He wanted me to marry this stupid prince from this stupid planet so the two could settle a stupid war. I refused of course and he tried to force me to anyways. He locked my in my room and only let me out for dress fittings and stupid wedding stuff like that, so I had my favorite maid, (F/n), send out a message making me sound like a damsel in distress. And you two got here just in time too, the wedding was tomorrow.”
“Nice.” Rocket laughed.
“I am Groot.” Groot said from behind us.
“Why does he keep saying that?” I asked Rocket.
“That’s all he can say. I can understand him but to you it just sounds like I and Am and Groot over and over.”
“Yep…” Rocket muttered as he typed in something to the control panel.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling our second ride. We don’t want to be getting tracked in this thing, do we? Ya thought so.”
The monitor beeped before projecting the face of a man with grayish skin with red markings all over it. He squinted at us before smiling and sitting back, “Behold! Our furry friend had contacted us.” He boomed.
Seconds later a girl with green skin came walking into the room. She narrowed her eyes once she saw me before turning to Rocket, “Where have you been? We wake up one morning with you and Groot gone with no note or anything? And who is that?” She yelled and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little scared.
“What can I say? I’m a sucker for damsels.” Rocket laughed, “Where is Quill? We need a lift.”
“What are your coordinates?” She muttered angrily.
Rocket told her before signing off. “They’re right around here so they should be here soon. In the mean time, I’m your night in shinning… Fur. Where’s my kiss?”
I scoffed, “Sorry,” I held up my hand, “But you must be at least this tall to ride.”
He laughed loudly, “I think you’ll fit right in.”
About an hour later, a ship much smaller pulled up next to us and we abandoned the royal ship for that one.
As soon as we boarded the ship, the same girl with green skin was standing there, waiting for us. “Who is this?” She growled, pointing towards me.
“I’m princess (Y/n) of Kalahar.” (Completely made up name btw)
“We rescued her, she’s cool.” Rocket said as he pushed past her and walked over to a table with Groot close behind.
The girl looked my up and down once more before holding out her hand, “Gamora.”
I smiled and shook her hand. More footsteps could be heard coming towards us and I watched as a man I hadn’t seen before climbed down the ladder. He stopped when he saw me before flashing me an award winning smile.
“Well hello there. Peter Quill, people call me Starlord and who might you be?” He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles. Gamora scoffed and stalked out of the room and back up the ladder while Rocket fake barfed.
“(Y/n)…” I said pulling my hand out of his.
“Well, (Y/n), allow me to give to the grand tour of my ship.”
I shook my head, “No thanks, I think I’ll just stick around here. I don’t plan on being here for long.”
He looked surprised that I had turned him down and I knew instantly what kind of guy he was. Love 'em and leave 'em.
“Wow, I gotta say (Y/n), I’m starting to like you more and more.” Rocket laughed.
“You’ll come around.” Peter said and he walked backwards out of the room. He was trying to look cool but failed majorly when he tripped and fell onto his butt. Rocket almost peed himself laughing but I felt kinda bad at his embarrassed face.
The day carried on and I got to know the rest of the team, except for Peter who I was actively avoiding because everytime we talked he tried to make a move on me.
They had given me a room and some of Gamoras clothes to sleep in for the night, as I had not brought any with me. In my bag was mostly money and pictures and thing I wouldn’t want to live without, but no clothes.
I sat in my room dressed in pajama shorts with a blue t-shirt on top. The shorts showed off my legs which were covered in sliver marking, something that all Kalaharians had. My (h/c) hair fell down my back instead of being pulled up in the complicated bun that my mom usually kept it in. Despite my heavy eyes, my brain was filled with thoughts that prevented me from falling a sleep. All I could think about was the fact that I was supposed to be getting married tomorrow. Despite how angry I was with my parents for forcing me into that marriage, they were still my family and now I could never return to my home. I sat on my bed with these thoughts running through my mind when I heard music being quietly played.
I sat up and quietly made my way down the hall where I saw Peter sitting and watching what looked like the news. My face was projected in the corner and I knew that news of my 'kidnapping’ must be all over the galaxy by now. I walked over and sat down next to Peter causing him to jump and let out a little yelp.
“Geeze (Y/n), scared me.”
I laughed, “Sorry.”
He playfully glared at me and for a moment I thought he was going to hit on me again, but he instead turned back to the news, tapping his fingers to the beat of the music. We watched in silence before he spoke up again, “So, what made you run away?”
I sighed at the question but spoke up nonetheless, “ They didn’t like my free spirit. I want to travel but they want me to stay put, so they stuck me in an arranged marriage.”
“Ahh,” he said, nodding his head, “Ever princesses worst nightmare.”
I laughed, “You would know.”
He placed his hand over his heart, obviously offended by what I’d said, “That hurts (Y/n). That hurts right here.”
I laughed loudly, covering my mouth when I remembered that the others were sleeping.
We fell back into a comfortable silence and I quietly hummed along with the music.
“You dance, princess?” He asked and I rolled my eyes.
“I am not dancing with you, Peter.”
“Why? Cause you can’t dance or are you… Scared” he teased.
I scoffed, knowing exactly what he was doing. But dancing with Peter seemed a lot more desirable than listening to him bug me about not being able to dance untill they drop me off.
“Fine. One song.” I said and he instantly pulled me up out of my chair.
Pulling me close, he took my hand in his before placing his other one a bit too low on my waist.
“You’d better raise that hand before I break it.” I growled while I rested my arm around his neck. He just smirked but moved it anyways and we swayed to the beat.
We danced and my eyes began to close while a small smile took over my features. Ignoring my better judgment, I rested my head on Peters shoulder and he pulled me closer. I heard him sigh in contentment and one of his hand began to comb through my hair.
“What are you doing?” I laughed, the feeling causing a shiver to pass through me.
“Shhh, just relax (Y/n).” He whispered.
I rolled my eyes but laid my head back down anyways,“Do you have any idea how weird that sounds?”
He laughed, “Shut up.”
We danced for a but longer until the song came to an end and I took a step back, much to Peters discontentment. As I stepped back my (e/c) eyes clashed with his green ones and I saw him leaning in slowly. I panicked and took another step back.
“Uh ok there you go one song. Now you know I can dance. I’ll uh see you in the morning.” And with that I turned on my heel and scurried back into my temporary room.
I fell back into the bed, suddenly a lot more tired than I was before and despite the thoughts of Peter running around my brain, I fell asleep instantly.
When my eyes opened again it was because I was being shook awake by Gamora.
“We’re at Xandar. This is where you wanted to go right?” She asked while I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
I nodded and yawned, “Ya, let me get dressed and I’ll be right out.”
I slipped the dress I was wearing before and brushed out my messy hair. The thought of facing Peter after last night was unbearable. Did he tell everyone that’s we’d almost kissed? No, Gamora would’ve said something about it if he had, right?
I shook the thoughts from my head and walked out of the ship where everyone was scattered about. Peter was stood be the door and smiled when he saw me. Yes, smiled not smirked.
I hesitantly smiled back and walked over.
“Morning princess. How’d you sleep.”
And there was the smirk. “Not well,” I said, “I had this horrible nightmare that I was dancing with you.” I stuck my tongue out in disgust. “It was horrible.”
“Ya right, you didn’t seem so disgusted when you were practically asleep in my arms.”
“Oh well if I remember correctly, you were the one who tried, and failed, to kiss me.”
“Will you two stop flirting, we got places to be.” Rocket cut in, “See ya (Y/n).” He said then walked past us back into the ship.
“I am Groot.” Groot said and I have him a hug.
“Thanks for saving me.”
“Hey, where’s my hug?” Rocket asked as he was pushed inside by Groot.
Gamora simply nodded at me and Drax gave me a loud, “Farewell Princess.”
“Well this is it, goodbye Peter.” I said, taking a few steps away from the ship, but he didn’t move.
“It doesn’t have to be.” He said.
“Stay with us. You can still travel and see the stars. Plus you won’t have to worry about your dad finding you.” He said as he walked towards me and placed his hands on my shoulders, “Stay with us.”
I bit my lip, thinking about the invitation. He was right, if I wanted to travel this was probably my best bet. Not to mention I won’t be alone.
“Fine.” I said and Peter let out a loud yell.
“Yes! And maybe layer we can retry that kiss.”
“Ok I changed my mind I’m leaving.” I said and he grabbed my arm.
“Nope it’s happening now, you already said yes.”
“Fine but if you try anything I swear Peter.”
“Oh I wouldn’t dream of it, princess.”
Hello lovelies sorry it took so long for me to get this up. I’ve been watching Guardians of the Galaxy all day cause it is amazing! I hope you enjoy this, send in some requests!- Kat 😽
i’ve been addressing why certain anti-meihem arguments are shit but i think it’s time to bring up the most common one-that meihem is apparently ‘abusive’
first of all,if you think mei calling a junkrat a bully is ‘abuse’ then you don’t know what actually abusive relationships are like
oh yes,i’m sure people who suffered from abuse would love for you to call some random ship ‘abuse’ and give such shaky and weak ‘evidence’ on why it’s the case
enemies to lovers(even one sided enemies like in the case of meihem) is a common romance trope,just because one character doesn’t like another character doesn’t mean they will always dislike them
and lets also look at junkrat and mei’s personalities
mei is one of the nicest in the game,she’s a precious cinnamon roll,too good for this world,too pure,and she’s very apologetic(often saying ‘sorry,sorry sorry!’)
junkrat on the other hand,is mentally unstable,he’s insane,and is seen as one of the overwatch villains,but does that mean he would be abusive? hell no,he is a very goofy and friendly guy with lots of positive and cute lines(like one of his unlockable lines is ‘happy birthday!’) so i don’t think junkrat would ever abuse his partner
in fact,there is even potential for a nice friendship between them,they both canonically like boba,have tragic pasts(mei losing her whole team while on cyrostasis and junkrat possibly losing whatever family he had and the chance of a normal life when he was only five years old and having to grow up in a radioactive wasteland) and they both like puns!
so i don’t think ANY kind of abuse would happen between them,they are both such nice and friendly characters after all,and i think if mei got to know junkrat better she would be more sympathetic towards him and wouldn’t hate him anymore
idk..i just needed to get this out of my system,i’m sick of seeing meihem get called abusive,it’s annoying as shit and insulting to actual abuse victims
I haven't seen the episode yet. But holy hell the Caryl fans are being so childish talking down to non shippers and being rude. It makes me not want to catch up.
maybe it’s because i’ve blocked most of the bad seeds in this fandom as a way to keep my dash positive, but i haven’t seen any of this. i’m not sure if you’re trying to call me childish and rude for posting about my luv for a ship, but i don’t really think you are, so i’ll move on lol.
the caryl community is celebrating the ship. we’ve been missing out on interactions between carol and daryl. there are a lot of posts about it rn and if you’re taking that as hate or us taking down to you, it’s not intended to be.
anyways, don’t let a few people ruin the show and these two wonderful characters for you. just block ‘em if you really need to. it’s still a good show :)
and if you’re talking about my “must hurt to be anti-caryl rn” post, that was directed not to non-shippers, but people who actively hate on the ship and try to claim “they mean nothing to one another”
I usually leave this whole subject alone because wow what an actual fucking mess, but let me just say this and be done with it. You are GROSS if you call an 18 year old having a relationship with an older person ‘pedophilia’. Do you even know what that word means?? It’s not pedophilia and I am 99% percent fucking sure that Bethyl does not “trigger” you because of pedophilia. As someone who went through sexual abuse at a young age, it is triggering for ME when you say that an adult woman who CAN PROVIDE CONSENT is a victim of pedophilia. If you don’t like the ship, that’s fine. But don’t you fucking DARE use terms that you don’t have the first clue about.