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Imagine Being Star-Lord’s Daughter and Wanting To Pet Rocket

Originally posted by jiggyjord

Originally posted by hawkeyeballs

“Hey, hey!!!” Peter looked back into the Milano behind him to see his daughter, Y/N, trying to pet Rocket as he lounged in his seat.

“Watch the fur, kiddo!” he cried.

“But you’re so soft, Uncle Rocket!” you said, brushing a hand over his head anyway.

“I ain’t no stuffed toy!”

“Of course not,” you said as matter-of-factly as a five-year-old child could. “You’re a raccoon!”

“Raccoon? What’s a raccoon? Why has nobody told me what the hell a raccoon is yet?” Peter chuckled to himself as he watched, and he turned back around to face the front of the ship again.

“What’re you laughing about, Quill? What the hell is a raccoon? Freakin’ Terrans…”

(For @soccer-love-life-n-randomthingz​)

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BTS of season 4:

(what’s a wrat? dis a wrat.)


Akrona quietly walked through the halls of the ship with a smile and light spring in her step. She made her way to the galley and found Vette rummaging through the compartments.

Taking a few more steps toward Vette, Akrona tapped her on the shoulder. “What—”

“GAH!” Vette nearly jumped out of her skin, her lekku curled, and the bags she retrieved from the cabinets flew out of her hand. Spinning around as the bags fells around and behind her, Vette’s lekku unfurled themselves as she tried to collect her breathing. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“I’m sorry,” Akrona giggled, “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“You Sith and your quiet, sneaky ways…” Vette muttered under her breath, recollecting the bags, setting them aside, and went over to the conservator.

Akrona made her way to the water heater, starting it up before looking for the tins of loose tea leaves and two cups. “What are you doing so late anyway?”

“Huh?” Vette looked over the conservator door she had opened. “Oh!” She closed the door and bounced up to Akrona’s side. “Slumber party!”

“Slumber party?”

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it’s past 6am in the morning and instead of getting a good night’s rest, i spent my whole night with doing laundry and retagging my posts :’) 

In Memory of the Elves

They have shed their blood to defend this land

They have given everything they had to give

They sacrificed so much

For they loved Middle Earth

They loved the peace after the war

But in time, all evil things come forth

Some things must end

Even after thousands of years, endings still must come

But there was hope for the Eldar and to the Sea they went

Paths will always lead home, even for the fairest of folk

I bid you all a very fond farewell 

Namarië