peterquillisanidiot

[peterquillisanidiot]

rectressofaretuza‌ ---

Education was always how to both understand, and change, a world. This place was alien to her and her first move must be to understand it. To that end she’d watched with care and her magics had provided her with money for lodging and clothing that would not appear alien in this place (though she still dressed as she always had when in private). 

Her favourite place had become the library, she was there almost constantly, reading tome after tome, learning everything from the magic of this world (similarly powered by a kind of lightning) to the names and intentions of important figures. Ones she’d need to speak with if she hoped to bring order to this chaos. 

She was currently learning more about this ‘electricity’ from a large book when she heard a figure approach and spoke, her sternness easily cutting through the library, “Should you wish to obtain a book or speak with me do either, but loitering is a mark of a untalented bard.” 

 “Chill, Morticia Addams. I’m just passing through.” At least that’s what Peter planned on doing once he got tired of sitting around and doing nothing. A few yards past the woman, he paused. A frown creasing his brow, he returned to where the woman was.

 “And for the record, I may not be a bard but I have a lot of talent. I was in a dance-off that saved the freakin’ universe.”

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notalwcysperfect‌ ---

COFFEE HAD COMPLETELY spilled all over the front of his sport jacket; the hot liquid had trickled down his v-neck t-shirt that sat fitly under the jacket. brows were heavy set as he tried to wipe away the brow liquid with no results with the small napkin that he had. 

“don’t talk on the phone while drinking coffee.” talking to himself, slightly annoyed by his LITERAL EXISTENCE in the world. today was not his day, like every other day that he stood on the earth. “yeah, yeah—- i know, it’s fun to watch the guy who just spilled coffee all over himself !!”

 “Took the words right out of my mouth. ‘bout time something funny happened in this place,” he piped up, giving the coffee soaked dude a nod of thanks.

 “You have no idea how much I needed a laugh. Apparently, it’s been twenty-five years since my last one.” It didn’t slip past himself that he hadn’t actually laughed. It also didn’t slip past him that he wasn’t moving a single inch to help the guy out. But the way Peter’s life was going, dragging him along for a ride he didn’t want anything to do with anymore (and not just because he was technically sixty-three years old,) he wasn’t sure he cared about helping. Even with things like spilled coffee. In the end, none of it would matter so why should it now?

[peterquillisanidiot]

( chris pratt. male. marvel comics/mcu. ) It looks like PETER QUILL has been trying to survive in this city and is associated with MIX TAPES, A RED LEATHER JACKET, SICK DANCE MOVES, BAD IDEAS. HE is 38 years old and has HIS MOM’S WALKMAN with him. In New Detroit, he is NEUTRAL about the revolution. Good luck, STAR-LORD.

He is an idiot.