#guardians of the galaxy: volume 2

[satanzayoru25341]

HE'S MARY POPPINS, Y'ALL

[lifeneedsasoundtrack]

The Sneepers feat. David Hasselhoff: Guardians Inferno

Song of the Day: March 27, 2023

“ Well, your left hand's free And your right's in grip With another left hand Watch his right hand slip Towards his gun Oh, no “

Additional Thoughts: Watching through the Marvel movies with my Wife. We got to Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 today.

[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.

[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.

[gamoraaaaaa]

10 years passsss…😭

[incorrect-marvel-because-why-not]

I refuse to move on

[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.

[graves4girls]

☆ haven't i given enough | peter quill

✩ summary: you knew you should have listened to him, yet you just couldn't abandon your sword. ✮ word count: 1.5k ⚠︎ warning(s): angst (maybe idk), fem!reader ✧ be sure to check out my work on ao3 ⇢ gravesforgirls !!

It wasn't supposed to be this difficult. You were only supposed to retrieve a few scraps to repair the ship, but had unceremoniously stumbled across an agitated monster-worm-thing, tripping over one of its enormous tentacles and awakening the beast.

You grunt as your back collides with the large boulder, sword slipping from your grip on impact and clanging across the stony ground, and your head spins. You can't find the strength to move, body sore and weak and hardly staying conscious. You can vaguely hear shouting to your right, and before you can really gauge the distance that sharp tentacle is speeding right towards you, a shadow of that familiar red leather falls into your line of sight. You fight to find your focus as he shoots at the creature, buying you some time as the appendage lurches back.

"Jesus Christ, are you okay? C'mon, you can't stay here."

He reaches to lift you from the ground, and you weakly lean against his chest, but it's when he tries to pull you toward the ship that you protest.

"My…Peter, my sword. I can't –I can't leave without…my sword."

You try to pull your arm from his grip, but he only tightens his hold on you.

"We don't have time. We have to go."

You shove his chest with as much strength as you can muster, tugging your arm away.

"Peter, I can't leave my sword! I'm not leaving without it."

He opens his mouth to scold you, but before he can speak you slip from his grasp, charging toward the abandoned blade as he yells after you.

"What the fuck are you doing?! It's gonna kill you!"

You ignore his shouts as you draw closer and closer to your prized possession, and it's right out of your reach. As your hand wraps around the leather handle, a piercing pain collides with your stomach, sending you back to slam and slide across the ground, and you can't think.

Hands are cradling your head, and you can barely squint your eyes open to find the fuzzy outline of that blond head of hair looming over you. Your hand slinks up to feel for the source of the stinging pain in your abdomen, and you sob at the burn as your fingers meet wet, squelching flesh, bringing your blurry gaze down to your hand, drenched in a nauseating red color. The ringing in your ears slowly fades, and you can hear him stumbling over his words.

"No, don't look. Don't touch it. You're gonna be fine." He keeps your neck craned back as he holds you against him, pushing your hand down.

You whimper at the ache every breath brings, screwing your eyes shut.

"Hey, c'mon –stay with me. You're gonna be fine, just –just keep looking at me. You're okay."

He stares down at you with glossy eyes, darting across your face as he brushes away the hair that's sticking to the sweat on your face.

"My…sword. Where –where is it?"

You try to sit up, but he keeps you laid out on the ground when you whine at the jolt of pain that surges through you.

"No, don't move. Just, stay. I got your sword. Rocket's getting the ship. Please –just stay with me."

His hands are hot against the contrasting cold of your cheeks, and your eyes feel far too heavy to stay open, all you want is to sleep. You wheeze out a few coughs, and cringe at the warm liquid that spews from your throat, dripping down your chin. Your eyelids flutter closed, and you can't seem to peel them back open as he shakes you.

"No, c'mon. Don't –don't do that. Open your eyes. You can't –please. Rocket, hurry!"

He lifts you into his arms as he stands, rushing to get you into the ship.

"Please –we need to help her. Drax –Mantis, help me!"

You groan at the throbbing in your stomach, eyes peering around the bright room as you slowly recollect yourself. You're splayed out on the small berth, blanket thrown over your body. You scan the room, glint of light catching your eye, and you let out a breath when you find your sword propped against the wall. Your eyes flick to the door as it slowly opens, and throw a weak smile to the intruder.

"Didn't expect you to be awake."

"Me either, honestly. I thought that was it."

"You remember what happened?"

You nod slowly, wincing as you sit up. "Up until, y'know…falling asleep. Or something…where's Peter?"

"In his bunk, pulling his hair out. He's been fucked up since the mission."

You frown, hands fidgeting with the loose threads on the blanket. "Can you tell him to swing by? I'd like to see him."

"Sure thing, kid. Don't move around too much. You're still healing."

You only give a small nod as he slips out the door, and you slowly push the blanket off to eye the bandages that wrap around your waist, faintly blood-stained and in need of a change. You grimace a bit at the thought.

The door opens a while later, and he really does look rough. Hair tangled and mussed, dark rings under his eyes, and he moves slow and careful, as if not to startle you. He stands by the doorway as he pushes it closed, and you smile at him.

"Hey."

"Hi," is all he croaks out, unmoving from his spot by the door.

You frown once more, gesturing for him to step closer. "C'mere."

He cautiously approaches the bed, gently perching himself at the edge as you reach a hand out to comb through his tousled hair. He doesn't speak, eyes falling to stare at the dirty wrap, and you sigh quietly.

"I should've listened to you," you mutter softly, letting your hand caress the nape of his neck. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry."

He finally meets your gaze, scooting closer. "You're here. That's all that matters." His hand snakes around your thigh, squeezing comfortingly, a few moments of silence falling over you before he speaks again. "I really thought I lost you."

Your heart breaks at the way his eyes tear up and the break in his voice, and you pull him closer to hug him against your chest, ignoring the dull pain as he wraps around you like a constrictor, face nestling into your neck.

"I know. I'm sorry."

He hiccups, muffled against your skin, and you press a small kiss to his shoulder.

"I don't know what I would've done."

Your hand rubs up and down his back, tangling in his hair as it slides up to the back of his head. You stay there, with him stuck to you like a leech, cradling his head as he sniffles, tears staining your skin.

"I think I need a bandage change. They're kinda gross."

He pulls away, eyes red and puffy, and he follows your gaze, scrunching his nose as he nods. You let a hand catch his cheek, thumbing at the wet remnants under his eyes as you smile. He reluctantly releases his hold on you to stand, pressing a hand to your chest when you try to follow.

"You're not supposed to be standing and moving around. Lay down."

You roll your eyes, shoving his hand away as you slowly let your feet meet the floor. "I'm fine. It'll be alot easier if I'm standing. I won't move around. Just go get some clean bandages. I feel disgusting."

He huffs a bit but doesn't protest, disappearing for a moment before emerging with a small med pack. You watch as he digs through the bag and pulls out the white wrap, setting it aside to peel away the old bandage. You cringe at the sticky sound it makes as he unravels it from around your waist, and you eye the line of stitches across your stomach as he tosses it away.

"I'm gonna have a gnarly scar, though."

He glares at you, unamused at your attempt to lighten the situation. He cleans the blood-crusted wound, and you whine at the sting.

"Stay still."

You let a hand squeeze at his shoulder to brace yourself, and he drops a small kiss to your lips as an apology once he's finished. He wraps the clean bandage around your waist, pushing aside the pack to help you lay down.

"Thanks."

He smiles down at you, big hand reaching to clamp around your own, thumbing over your knuckles.

"Do you need anything else?"

You think for a moment, playing with his fingers. "Maybe just stay here with me for a little bit. I feel like an asshole for putting you through that."

He glowers at you as he situates himself beside you, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I'm just happy you're okay. Just don't pull any shit like that again or I'll kill you myself."

You scoff quietly, pulling at his hand to tug him down, big hand falling beside your head as he hovers over you. You lift your head to kiss him, sweet and soft, and he's more than eager to reciprocate.

[peterquill1021]

Guardians Of The Galaxy❤💚💙🩶🧡💛💜

[miss-lauryn-hill]

"I guess David Hasselhoff did kind of end up being my dad after all. Only it was you, Yondu. I had a pretty cool dad. What I’m trying to say here is… sometimes that thing you’re searching for your whole life… it’s right there by your side all along. You don’t even know it."

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YONDU UDONTA || GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY VOL. 2

[cressida-jayoungr]

One Dress a Day Challenge

August: Fantasy & Sci-Fi

Guardians of the Galaxy, vol. 2 / Elizabeth Debicki as High Priestess Ayesha

Ayesha and her people, the Sovereign, only appear in a few short scenes in this film, but they are extremely memorable, and the visual design plays a large part in that effect. This gown was made mostly of leather.

The designer, Judianna Makovsky, had this to say in an interview: "I wanted it to have a very metallic and intricate feel. One of the things that James Gunn said is that 'everything in the world is gold.' But we didn't want it to look like Las Vegas. So it wasn't going to be sequin-sparkly, anything like that. But also, we wanted something that was quite sexy as well as being armor. We were also paying a bit of homage to Flash Gordon. Everybody seems to love Flash Gordon, so I wanted to keep it in that world.... We had two versions of skirt: one for sitting and one for standing. One that would fully tulip all the way around and one that was flatter in the back. So it was pretty either way."

Elizabeth Debicki also commented that the costume helped her to get in character: "The restrictions in a costume like that, the corset element of it, the severity of the angles of it and even the weight of it, completely informs how you move because you can' t do certain things in it, which then indicates the type of person you are. When you think of the logic of that character, you wonder why she wears something like that. But it's because she' s informing her people the type of queen she is. It completely changes your physicality, though. I didn' t really feel like Ayesha in a way until I put that dress on and then sat on that throne. Then I really knew what she was all about."