#guardians of the galaxy: volume 2

[satanzayoru25341]

HE'S MARY POPPINS, Y'ALL

[sarhcameron]

one of my favorite things about gotg3 was definitely how all the main characters ended up alive. james gunn has already proven he has the nerve to kill them off, but it was amazing how he didn't feel the need to do it just to finish their stories and make fans emotional, as many other directors tend to do. he managed to make the emotion come naturally as we watched it and still comforted with an absolutely beautiful ending for each of them.

[tamtamho]

I've said it before and I'll say it again: GOTG have the smoothest, most planned, movie series with a satisfying ending.

[SPOILERS]

It shows that:

- the main male lead and female lead doesn't have to end up together

- endings doesn't have to be tragic or sad to be remarkable

- heroes deserve to be saved too

- people change, and that's okay

- keep the character arc constant throughout different movies

- give villain's minions some character and thoughts. When High Revolutionary's subordinate went against him? And that Ura girl? Amazing.

- some villains can have no sob backstory and justification of what they done and still be a good villain (story-wise), and audience don't need to empathize. It's ok if they just want to cheer heroes as they kick the villain's ass

- You can make good jokes WITHOUT undermining the emotional aspect. Go ahead, joke, but know where to stop. I feel that's what new MCU movies lacked lately.

[murderous-wolf-daddy]

So uhhh awards to Bradley Cooper for that scream please. Yeah, THAT one. That's the kind of despair and fear and rage I want to see when characters lose someone they love. The anguish and helplessness of not being able to do anything in a moment like that was shown so well. That was honestly one of the best portrayals of grief I've seen in a long time.

[maybeiamamist4ke]

i fear i’m just a boy who watches the same 10 films over and over and over and over and over

[raccoon-coded]

Leaving this here for my fellow Rocket lovers. I think you'll enjoy this as much as I do 💖

[bathmob]

Rock it warm up

[biromantic-barbie]

the GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY as featured in

VOLUME I ▪ VOLUME II ▪ VOLUME III

Rocket Raccoon (Bradley Cooper).

Groot (Vin Diesel).

Mantis (Pom Klementieff).

Drax (Dave Bautista).

Nebula (Karen Gillan).

Gamora (Zoe Saldana).

Peter Quill/Starlord (Chris Pratt).

do not repost/remove my username.

[kitkatdoodlez]

I wave goodbye to the end of beginning

[guardingthegalaxy]

let's look at some more posters for vol. 2, shall we?

what do we think? personally, even though they're not my absolute favourites, they are really nice to look at. the colours are nice and i like the way it seems like each poster is meant to match up to another? it's really interesting the way these were done, it's a shame we barely saw them anywhere.

[incorrect-marvel-because-why-not]

I refuse to move on

[peterquill1021]

Guardians Of The Galaxy❤💚💙🩶🧡💛💜

[graves4girls]

☆ i want to be with you | peter quill II

✩ summary: you've taken quite a liking to the ship, and don't plan on leaving anytime soon. ✮ word count: 2.4k ⚠︎ warning(s): fem!reader part 2 also will probs keep this characterization of the reader for my future quill fics ✧ be sure to check out my work on ao3 ⇢ gravesforgirls !!

You're situated in the common area, handle of your sword in one hand as the other glides the sharpener along the blade when you hear him clamber down the steps, heavy footsteps echoing off the metal interior as he approaches you.

"Getting ready for battle, or what? What's up with the sharpener?"

You roll your eyes, setting down the weapon onto the tabletop in front of you to give him your attention. God knows he'd crumble if you didn't.

"It doesn't hurt to always be prepared…I see you didn't get the memo."

You eye his attire, baggy sweats hanging around his hips and a fitted t-shirt that hugged his muscles perfectly.

"You don't think I look battle ready? I could totally kick ass in this."

"You're not even wearing shoes. And your hair's a mess. They'd laugh at you and blast your ass into another dimension. C'mere."

You reach a hand out as he pads closer, patting down the wild curls that stick up in every direction and combing your fingers through his hair. He hums as you play with the messy strands, letting his eyes wander your face.

"Do you own a comb? Jesus Christ, or at least use some conditioner."

He winces when your fingers get caught in a tangle, and you murmur an apology as you slowly work out the knot of hair. Your fingers gently pull at the strands until they free from each other, running your nails along his scalp to brush back his bangs before pulling away.

"Is it better?"

You shrug. "A little. I can help you comb it out later. And start conditioning. It does wonders."

He smiles as he settles down in the seat beside you.

"Where'd you get this thing, anyways? It's massive." He picks up the heavy blade, cautiously eyeing the sharp edge.

"My mother made it for me. She wanted me to be able to defend myself in case we were ever invaded again. She taught me how to fight, too."

You reach over his arm to nudge his fingers open, pointing to the small engravings in the leather that wrapped around the handle.

"My father carved these into the handle. It was a collaborative effort, really. He was just as keen on keeping me on guard at all times. They were both my number one fans when it came to my combative skills."

You lift your gaze to find him already staring back, and you suddenly feel so close, leaning over him with your arm still draped over his own. You flush a bit at the realization, clearing your throat as you lean back.

"The only use I get out of it is hacking down branches and shit, though. I've never had to use it on anyone. Well…aside from you, I guess. But that doesn't really count."

He grins, setting it down.

"You were this close to drawing blood." He holds his hand up, gesturing with his index and thumb. "I'm surprised it didn't break the skin, with how sharp you keep this thing."

"I'm glad I didn't, because now I have my own personal space chauffeur."

He rolls his eyes, turning away from you as he feigns hurt.

"So that's what it is? You use me for rides? Some friend you are."

You can see the smile that he fights to keep hidden, and you punch his shoulder weakly.

"I mean, you are the greatest pilot in the universe, right? Who else better to fly me around than you? Unless that was only a bluff, of course."

"You're just trying to butter me up and flatter me, now."

You rest your elbow on the table, chin perched in your hand as you watch him.

"Is it working, Mr. Star-Lord?"

"No…maybe a tiny bit."

You grin, letting a hand tug at his bicep to unfold his arms from each other. "I guess you're kinda cool to hang out with, too. But it's mainly the free rides. Don't let your head get any bigger."

He brushes you off with a small grin, snaking a hand onto the table to snatch your bag of snacks from you, digging into the crinkly package as you roll your eyes.

"This is sufficient enough pay, honestly. I could live off of just this shit."

He stuffs his mouth as he speaks, and you nudge his chin to close his mouth, keeping him quiet as a few of the homemade chips fall from his mouth and onto the table. He throws a lopsided grin at you as he chews, handing back your snack.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoy my makeshift chips. You're lucky they’re so easy to make, or else I wouldn't be letting you eat so many."

He mumbles something that sounds like gratitude as he finishes the mouthful of food, picking up the remnants of the havoc wreaked onto your snack and tossing them into his mouth as you shake your head. Your eyes fall to his arm, running over the defined muscle as it flexes and relaxes with his movements.

"You like what you see?"

You startle a bit as you meet his eyes, face heating up as he gives you a smug grin.

"How 'bout this? Huh?"

He flexes his bicep, and you shove him away with a groan.

"Chill out, Star-Nerd. I was spacing out. Get your ego in check."

He lowers his arm as you speak, leaning in tauntingly.

"Excuses, excuses. Just admit you can't resist starin' at these guns."

"You wish, asshole. You keep dicking around like that and you're not getting any more chips."

He drops the grin so fast it's funny, and you stifle a laugh as he apologizes profusely.

"You're such a dork. Here, you can have the rest. I'm feeling nice today."

You watch him shuffle around the small kitchen, muttering to himself as he tends to whatever it was exactly that he was doing, headphones perched over his ears and music far too loud to be safe for his hearing. You slowly pad up to him, tapping a finger on his shoulder opposite you and grinning when he turns to find nothing, whipping around to glare down at you.

"Couldn't resist, sorry. What are you doing? I thought you went to sleep."

You lean against the countertop beside him, nudging one of the earpads from his ear so you were sure he'd hear you. He shrugs a bit, gazing at you as he shifts.

"Couldn't stay asleep. What are you doing out here?"

"No different from you, I suppose. It's freezing on this thing. I'm used to the humid climate on my planet, not the frigid emptiness of space."

He hums quietly, falling silent. You watch him for a while, just taking him in, in all his sleepy, mussed haired glory. You knit your brows together when he starts to sway his hips, biting back a chortle.

"What are you doing?"

He smiles down at you, stepping away from the counter and holding a hand out to you.

"Dancing. C'mon."

You stare at his hand, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I can't dance. Besides, it's much more entertaining just watching you."

He gives a small pout, catching your hand in his own and pulling you to bump against his chest, letting his other hand fall to settle against your waist.

"Everyone can dance. They just need the right teacher, and lucky for you, I happen to be among the best of the best."

"I don't even know what song you're listening to, so how am I supposed to dance?"

He tugs the headphones off to hang around his neck, cranking the volume up until it can't go any higher, and you can faintly hear the slow melody blasting through the small speakers. You roll your eyes, pressing a hand to his chest in an attempt to push away, but he's quick to wrap his arms around your waist securely, keeping you glued to him.

"You're such a nerd."

You watch that stupid grin work its way onto his lips, and he slowly begins to sway you back and forth, big hands firm against your waist. "You're the one who wanted to join me on the ship. Nobody to blame but yourself."

"You should come with a disclaimer. Because I definitely did not sign up for dance sessions in the middle of the kitchen when we're supposed to be asleep."

He draws back to spin you around, and you grumble quietly as he tugs you into his chest once more.

"You like me a lot more than you let on. This is all just a façade, and you know it. You're practically swooning right now."

You can't hide the smile that tugs at your lips, shoving his face away when he leans in to tease you.

"In your dreams, maybe. You're insufferable."

"And yet here you are, following my every move without hesitation. You sure are full of contradictions."

Your face heats up at his words, and you let your hands push half-heartedly at his biceps, a weak attempt at getting him to free you.

"You live to torment me, I swear. I'm regretting ever helping you."

He chuckles quietly, and you swear you almost melt entirely at the way he hugs you closer, flush against his chest as he steps side to side.

"You'd never be able to resist the Star-Lord charm. I would've wooed you regardless."

"You are so unbelievably corny. How is it this is the same man that saved the galaxy, hmm?" You poke a finger lightly against his chest, smoothing your hand over the muscle as his grin widens.

"I'm telling you, it's my charm. I'm just too good. Just admit you're absolutely head over heels."

You stare at him with faux humorlessness, flicking your finger against his forehead and laughing as he recoils, hands retreating to rub at the abused spot as you chortle.

"That was uncalled for. Inciting violence when I'm trying to be a gentleman and dance with my lady."

You raise your eyebrows, a humored smile playing on your lips. "Your lady, huh? I have an inkling to believe you're the one who's head over heels."

He stammers, stumbling over his words at your implication, and you swat at his chest playfully.

"Just messing with you. Don't get all flustered, Star-Lord. What happened to your tough little demeanor?" You throw another small smile before slipping past him. "You've tuckered me out with your dance lesson. C'mon, you need the sleep, too."

You reach to grab his hand, pulling him along to drag him to his bunk. He quietly protests the suggestion as you step into his quarters, pouting once more as you reach to tug the headphones from around his neck, flipping off the device and pushing him down to sit on the edge of the cushion.

"You'll have more than enough time to torture me after getting some sleep. You look exhausted."

You rake your fingers through his mussed hair, and he sighs softly.

"Can…can you stay here until I fall asleep, at least? I find it easier when you're here."

"As long as it gets you to shut up."

He frowns at your words, making a show of flopping onto his side with his back facing you, feigning agitation. You huff out a small laugh, reaching to pull the thin blanket over him, perching yourself on the edge of the bed to let your fingers massage his scalp.

"You comfy?"

He flips over to look at you, nodding with a small smile plastered on his face.

"Very."

He nearly purrs as you play with curly blond strands, thumbing over his cheekbone whenever your hand nears his face, feeling the stubble across his cheek. His eyes fall shut, leaning into your touch as his breathing slows.

"How 'bout a goodnight kiss? For good luck." He teases, eyes still closed as he purses his lips playfully.

You think for a moment before dipping your head, pressing a quick, chaste kiss to his temple, and he jumps a bit at the unexpected contact.

"Don't get excited. That's all you're getting. Learn to be humble."

You watch him intently, but he keeps his eyes closed, though you don't miss the way he tries to fight the dumb smile that pulls at his lips.

He emerges from his nest hours later, hair ruffled and messy as he yawns, hand scratching at the line of hair that disappears beneath the band of his sweatpants as he pads over to the stool you're situated on. You lift your gaze from the small book pinched between your fingers, clamping a hand over your mouth at the sight, giggling behind your palm.

"What are you laughing at? I just woke up. Cut me some slack."

"No, you –you look cute. Aside from the drool stain."

You pick a napkin from the table to wipe at his face, and he leans into your touch, mind still laced with sleep as he melts into your hand.

"You think I'm cute? I knew you were swooning."

You roll your eyes, nudging his jaw as you pull away. "What did I say? Humble yourself. Your head's already big enough."

He plops down beside you, laying his cheek onto the cool tabletop and staring up at you, reaching a hand out to toy with your fingers. He thumbs over your knuckles, silent as he slowly regains complete consciousness. You let him fidget as your eyes pan across the open book in front of you, humming with a small laugh as you feel him pull at your hand to tangle in his hair. Your nails scrape gently across his scalp, drawing quiet, content murmurs from his lips as he sits beside you.

"So, can we talk about it? I mean, if you want to, of course."

He watches as you close the book, and you tuck a few stray curls behind his ear as you look down at him.

"What do you want me to say?"

He stares for a moment before speaking.

"I don't know. I guess…I just wanna know what this is. Between us, I mean. Because I can't keep acting like this is just friendly. Like, is it more, or am I confused?"

You smile at him, scooting your seat closer.

"I'd like to say it's more, if you want to. I do like you, Peter."

He lifts his head from the table, eyes searching your expression.

"Like, like like me?"

You roll your eyes with a small laugh, nodding. "Yes, like like. I'd be stupid not to."

He stills for a good few moments, drawing his brows together.

"I think that's the first time you've used my first name."

"Yeah? Do you not like it?"

He's quick to shake his head, and you grin at him.

"No, I really like it. You should do it more often."

"I'll remember that."

You watch him, eyes flickering to his lips as he leans in closer.

"Can I kiss you?"

"I'd like you to."

[sincerelykarai]

Guardians of the Galaxy headcanons part 4!

Other parts: 4 3 2

Authors note: Trigger Warning for abuse! Also yes this does get kind of angsty

• Rocket would pretend that he doesn't find any interest in drama shows (like those stereotypical telenovelas and stuff like that) but let him watch one episode and he will get INVESTED. Like screw any guns he has to build or parts of the ship that need fixing, he just got left on a cliffhanger!

Rocket: "Shut up Quill I'm busy."

Quill: "Oh you're watching that show again? You know the girl dies in season 3, right?"

Rocket: "..I'm going to actually kill you."

He would then proceed to refuse to believe Quill until he got up to that episode and then he'd just secretly bawl his eyes out

• The reason why Gamora prefers swords over guns is because of the small dagger Thanos gave to her as a child and even though she hates him she still loved him like any daughter would. Whether she wants to admit that to herself or not.

• Nebula got in contact with Gamora because the two had seen eachother again at a bar and surprisingly got along well as if they were sisters again, but once Gamora had joined the ravagers that bond kind of just crumbled apart.

• Mantis sometimes has little braids in her hair from Drax since they remind him of when he'd braid his daughter's hair which he learned from his wife

• Once Mantis and Ego got into a fight because Mantis was sick of being under his control but after seeing just how powerful he was (he literally stuck one of those tentacle things he has into her as a 'lesson') she became petrified of him since.

• Everytime Peter would screw up on a mission alongside the Ravagers Yondu would let the other members beat him up until he was bloody and bruised. Kraglin never stepped in but he was always the one to tend to his wounds.

Authors Note: Oops, there was like one single happy headcanon and the rest were sad my bad 😭🙏

[raccoon-coded]

I realised I haven't shown you guys my favourite Rocket figurine!

This is the Nendoroid Rocket Raccoon Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 action figure by Good Smile Company.

He's soo adorable and also badass!

He comes with a cute baby Groot, the bomb that killed Ego and two guns, (along with separate body parts you can switch out.)

This figurine is awesome because you can change Rocket's position, expression, and arms. He can be holding one or both of his guns, have his hands free, or have his arms crossed. His, head, legs, feet, arms, hips and tail are moveable and he can be rotated on the stand. You can change his mouth and move his eyes, eyebrows and ears to give him various expressions such as sad, happy or angry.

Groot's arms also move up and down and his head side to side.

It really is awesome!

If you'd like to see more of his expressions, comment or reblog and I'll rearrange him, take some photos, and put up another post.

[somewhere-on-knowhere]

Rewatched Vol. 2 today. It's such a comfort movie for me and I could gush about it for hours.