#Chris Pratt fanfiction

[mastermindxmemoirs]

better together - introduction

Summary: After ten long years working in various roles in Hollywood–stemming from temp jobs to small gigs in TV shows and movies, you’ve gotten your break. You have headed to Hawaii to star alongside some big names in the new Jurassic World movie. 

Word Count: 1533

Warnings: Slow build. This is mostly just an intro, so no Chris in this installment, but he will be in the next! This is going to be more of a chapter story. Hang tight! It gets better, I promise :) 

so if I’m honest I think I’m beginning to question how much I want this

You took in a deep breath as you stepped off of the plane and onto the tarmac. A quick glance around–you realized you weren’t in Los Angeles anymore. The view was beautiful–lots of trees, palms and greenery. There was a sweet salty smell from the ocean you hadn’t breathed in since you lived in St. Petersburg, Florida. It reminded you of home, but you knew it was different.

This is it, the thought released butterflies in your stomach. Everything you had worked for over the last ten years amounted to this very moment. Thankfully, your feet found the will to move forward as you pulled your backpack up onto your shoulders. 

There was a man in a suit just ahead with your name neatly printed on the paper sign in his hands. “Y/N?” He asked just as you approached.

“That’s me,” you managed a smile, even though the butterflies were still fluttering rapidly about your stomach. You hadn’t had an appetite, but you were grateful for that; in this moment, you couldn’t be sure if you would throw up or not.

“Nice to meet you,” he smiled back. “I’m John, I’ll be your driver today. If you’d like to follow me, I’m parked just outside the terminal. Can I carry your backpack for you?” 

“Nice to meet you,” you replied. “And it’s okay, I’ve got it. Thank you, though.” You didn’t want to trouble anyone. Working for ten years in Hollywood just trying to make it, you had learned how hard celebrities were on ‘the little people’. You didn’t consider yourself a celebrity; this was your first big gig. But you were determined to take what you had learned and not make anyone working around you feel smaller than you.

“Not a problem,” he nodded as he began the trek to the terminal. “How many bags do you have, miss?” He asked over his shoulder.

“One suitcase and one duffel bag,” he seemed surprised by your answer. You tried to pack as light as possible. You also had a terrible fear that the director you were working with would realize you were an imposter and not what they were expecting and send you on a plane back home within a week. “Oh, and please, call me Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeated. “Not a problem. Max will gather your bags and bring them to the hotel. We’ll go ahead and get a head start so you can get settled. Do you have your checked luggage receipt?” 

You pulled your backpack to the side and reached in the front pocket to retrieve the paper receipt you had gotten when checking your bags. Once you handed it over to John, he took a quick picture with his phone. “The suitcase is gray with a teal ribbon tied to the handle, and the duffel is black–there’s a matching teal ribbon on the shoulder strap.” You described.

“Great, I’ll send that info and the receipt to Max,” he typed away on his phone as you continued walking through the terminal. “Have you ever been to Hawaii before?” He made conversation.

“No, this is my first time,” you had almost forgotten that you were in this tropical paradise for the first time in your life. It was too bad your nerves had gotten the better of you and you weren’t able to fully enjoy it.

“Well, welcome,” he beamed. “You’re going to love it. It’s a beautiful state.”

You kept pace just behind John as he led you through the sliding glass doors and out to a blacked out SUV. He opened the rear passenger door and held it for you as you stepped in. “Thanks,” you smiled. He nodded and closed it behind you.

It felt as though your ears were ringing from the complete silence. Your senses were overloaded before, but the silence and the scent of the detailed car stuck you with your thoughts.

You had somehow (unbeknownst to you) landed a major role in the new Jurassic World movie. Besides some supporting roles you had portrayed on TV and film over the last few years, you had never been involved in anything this big before. This was what you had wanted…or so you thought. But being here felt incredibly intimidating and you weren’t even on set yet.

“We should be at the condo in about forty minutes, with traffic,” John glanced over his shoulder as you clicked your seatbelt into its locked position. 

“Great, thank you, John,” you reached for your backpack and pulled out the familiar stack of papers that were bound with metal prongs. The sheets were worn, as you had read through them, written in your analysis and what direction you think the director might have for you. You had worked on memorizing; you felt fairly comfortable with not just your own dialogue, but the dialogue of your co-stars for the scenes you had together.

But you weren’t that naive…you knew you could mess up at any point. And that was what terrified you.

Mindlessly, you gnawed on the skin of your thumb just beside your nail as you read. Before you knew it, John was pulling into a small parking lot. Just ahead, there was a row of condos. It wasn’t too crowded–in fact, you were actually surprised at how few units there were. You liked that, though. You appreciated the quiet.

“I’ve been asked to give you about thirty minutes and then take you over to set, if that’s okay. I’m not sure your luggage will be in just yet, but I can have it brought to your trailer or have Max bring it back here for you to pick up after you’re back,” John explained. “You’re in Unit 207–second floor.” He passed back a set of keys.

“No problem,” you pressed the release button on your seatbelt. “I packed an extra set of clothes in my backpack. I will drop off a few things and be right back. Thanks, again.” You took the keys from John and stopped him before he could get out. “Oh, please don’t worry about the door. I’ve got it.” You smiled and reached for the door handle.

The scent of salt as you swung your legs outside of the car brought you a sense of calm, once more. You knew it would be just as quickly replaced once you were headed to set, but you pushed those thoughts and feelings down. You entered the condominium and headed for the stairs. There were maybe 30 units in total–15 on the first floor, 15 on the second. The building was clean and somewhat modern, but still had a nice Hawaii touch. 

You found the door that said 207 and slipped your key in the lock. It opened smoothly to a beautiful one bedroom, one bath unit. The kitchen was lovely, with light gray counters and stainless steel appliances. The condo was furnished with tasteful pieces–nothing fancy, but you appreciated that. You slid your backpack down your shoulder and placed it on the dining table set with two placemats. 

You hadn’t had an opportunity to check your phone, so you pulled it out and saw you had two voicemails.

You listened to the first:

“Y/N, it’s Monica,” ah, your agent. “Listen, I know you can handle it…but I’m sending Lori out to Hawaii tomorrow. I knew you would fight me on it, so I didn’t want to tell you until you were already there.” You chuckled, at least she knew you. Lori was your assistant, who you adored…but you wanted her to have some time off and catch a break; you knew you could handle yourself while you were out here. “She’s stoked–and you can still give her time off out there. Who wouldn’t want that?! It’s Hawaii, dammit. Anyway…call me when you can. Let me know if you need anything.”

The second message looked to be from Lori.

“Hey Y/N, it’s Lo. Monica said she left you a voicemail so I could check in. Listen, don’t be mad. I’m happy to help you out. Uh, HELLO–it’s Hawaii!! I’ll text you tomorrow once I get in. See you soon!”

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited for some familiarity. Lori had been a really good friend for six years or so. You had met her in a bar bathroom at a nightclub in West Hollywood during a really bad first date. She got you away from the date and introduced you to her group of girlfriends. A really bad night turned into a really great one quickly. When you got to the point where Monica felt like you needed an assistant, you wanted Lori to have first dibs. 

You changed into your change of clothes–nothing fancy, just denim shorts and a loose fitting Dr. Dre v-neck you had found at a thrift shop a few years ago. You pulled your slip-on tennis shoes back on and took a quick glance in the mirror hanging on the wall. 

Not terrible, but you still kind of looked like you had been on a plane for six hours. You threw some sunglasses on and headed back out the door to meet John in the car.

[mischievous-thunder]

Flashback scenes? More like a cry your heart out session

[cinnudelx]

Ain’t no mountain high enough 🎀

pairing: peter quill x new gotg member!reader

summary: to peter’s dismay, he found out that rarely ever listen to music and never dance. he takes that as an opportunity to change that x

warnings: extremely tooth-rotting fluff, peter being the sweet and charming guy he is.

a.n: i love quill so much oh my goshhhh. its optional but if you’d like, please listen to ‘ain’t no mountain high enough’ by marvin gaye while reading!

peter’s jaw almost fell to the floor after you told him you’ve never owned a walkman or even a pair of headphones. his jaw almost plunged through the floor of his ship when you also said that you don’t listen to music and you’ve never danced in your life.

you were the newest member of the guardians after they stumbled across you during one of their missions, in which you unintentionally helped them with said mission. they took a liking to you, noticing that you harnessed telekinesis and great strength and wasted no time in recruiting you.

so here you were, seated on the foot of peter’s bed with him, getting to know each other and admitting that you don’t like to waste time listening to pieces of music.

“y/n, this is probably the worst thing i’ve ever heard you say.” he shook his head in disbelief, searching your eyes, “and you’ve said a lotta crazy things in the last month i’ve known you.”

you looked down at your lap with a soft chuckle, shrugging. “i just don’t see the point.”

he sighed, raising his brows as he grabbed his walkman out of his belt. “now you’ve left me no choice.” he looked over at you, his eyes determined.

you sighed as he placed his headphones gently over your ears. “peter…”

he hushed you, cutting you off, “shhh… just this one song. give it a go.” he grinned at your defiance, pressing the play button on his player. you let out another sigh, realising you’ve no way out of this.

the instrumental to the song began to play, a melody that seemed so foreign to you that you furrowed your brows and closed your eyes to listen.

“listen, baby. aint no mountain high, ain’t no valley low. ain’t no river wide enough, baby.”

he watched you intently, a soft smile on his face as he observed your reaction. the room was quiet and the music sounded gently through his headphones in your ears. he could hear the music too, ever so softly while it played.

“if you need me call me, no matter where you are. no matter how far.”

a rare smile softly spread on your lips, warming peter’s heart more than necessary. you looked at him, giving him a small nod as a silent way of saying that you like it.

he slowly took your hand, pulling you off the bed with him as he clipped his walkman onto your belt. his hand remained in yours, placing it on his shoulder before hesitantly snaking his other hand to your hip. you searched his eyes, confused as to what he was doing but he shook his head, mouthing the words, ‘trust me’.

“just call my name, i’ll be there in a hurry. you don’t have to worry.”

he slowly danced with you, guiding your movements with a smile, drinking in your expressions. you clearly looked new to this. you smiled back at him, chuckling shyly as you continued to listen.

“cause baby there ain’t no mountain high enough. ain’t no valley low enough. ain’t no river wide enough. to keep me getting to you, babe.”

he took your hand as he spun you around playfully before pulling you back against him. your smile widened, surprised you’re actually enjoying this.

adding to your surprise, he pulled down the headphones to hook around your neck before reached down and pressing the button on his walkman to put the music on speaker, the song continuing.

“see. you’re enjoying this.” he grinned as you looked up at him, a slight blush forming on your cheeks as you smiled.

“i might’ve… judged a little too early.” you admitted with a soft chuckle.

he smiled widely as the song approached the second chorus, watching you loosen up and start to dance a little on your own as he spun you around again. “wow, look at you gettin’ the hang of it already. you’re a natural.” your blush deepened slightly as he pulled you against his chest. “didn’t i tell you marvin gaye is amazing?”

you smiled widely, looking up at him. “i guess ill start trusting you more with your recommendations now.” you teased.

his grin widened, tilting your chin up so he could gaze into your eyes as the music played softly, the two of you in your own world.

“you know…” peter spoke up, a little hesitant, “i know we only known each other for a month now, but…”

searching his eyes, your heart thumped against your chest as you listened intently. he took a deep breath, continuing as he returned your gaze, “there’s something about you. something i’ve been trying to figure out for a while, since i met you.”

“what do you mean?” you whispered, searching his eyes like you could find the answers in them.

he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, the music continuing to play in the background softly. “the truth is, y/n, you take my breath away,” he admitted in a soft voice, “i just… i…”

the way you looked up at him with those gorgeous, delicate eyes… those little hands on his chest and his arms around your waist. you were definitely not helping him say what he needed to say.

“i wanna take you out.” he say quickly in one breath, seemingly nervous for a guy who always hit on chicks.

your eyes widened as your lips parted slightly, stopping your movements, “y-you do…?”

he nodded, grinning softly, “yeah, y/n. i really… really do.”

there was nothing anyone could do to stop that gentle smile that was growing on your lips, his words filling you with a sense of warmth and relief. you never thought that you’d admit that you had a crush on him since the day you joined the crew, but now it didn’t seem like much of a delusion.

he took your hand, bringing it back up to his chest, the both of you slowly starting to sway to the music again as he looked into your eyes. “say something..”

you chuckled softly, realising you were in your own head a bit longer than you thought, nodding. “yeah…” you smiled, “i’d love for you to take me out.”

a relieved smile crept up on his face, “you would? that’s… that’s… yeah, that’s great. tomorrow?”

“tomorrow.” you smiled widely, nodding.

he cupped the side of your face, his thumb gently swiping along your cheek before he slowly leaned down, barely brushing his nose off yours. “is this okay?” he whispered, pulling back slightly as he caressed your cheek.

you nodded, your eyes flickering from his lips to his eyes, blushing softly with a smile. “yeah…”

he smirked, leaning in and gently capturing your lips in a gentle and passionate kiss.

“don’t ya know there ain’t no mountain high enough. ain’t no valley low enough…”

[davidtennantgenderenvy]

Things I (want to) Think Will Happen In The Mario Bros. Movie

Post credits sequel hook with either Wario, Waluigi, Rosalina or Daisy (or maybe the Koopalings? Are they in it or not?)

The credits song is a modern remix of Do The Mario

Deconstruction/self awareness of Peach’s whole damsel in distress thing

Bowser gets a heavy metal villain song bc Jack Black basically said so so now I will not know peace until I get it

Relatable depressed-at-their-9-to-5 Mario and Luigi get isekeied into the Mushroom Kingdom (tbh this works give it to me now)

“It’s a-me, Mario” is like Avengers Assemble and is used only once during the climax with a completely straight face and no accent

Mario and Peach will probably kiss (and if they do my inner eight year old who was way too invested in them for no reason will scream)

edit: please also give me Jack black saying “MARIO HOW DARE YOU DISTURB MY FAMILY VACATION”

[siriuslydaz3d]

lone star | Peter Quill

Summary: the aftermath of a life altering fight.

A/N: cross posted on my wattpad in honor of my Peter Quill collection hitting 105K and being #1 in fandom imagines.

The Milano drifted through the dark expanse of space, an echo of loneliness amid the vast, indifferent cosmos. Inside, the Guardians had all mostly fallen silent, each wrapped in their own private turmoil. Peter sat alone in the cockpit, his gaze fixed on the shimmering stars beyond. He could hardly see them through the blur of his tears.

You had tried to find solace in the endless reaches of the universe, hoping that time and distance would heal the fractures in your relationship with Peter. But the galaxy had a cruel way of amplifying pain rather than mending it.

The argument that had torn you apart replayed in Peter’s mind with relentless cruelty. It had been a shouting match, born from frustration and unspoken fears. The kind of argument that left scars deeper than any physical wound could ever imagine.

"I can’t keep doing this, Peter!" you had yelled, your voice breaking off near the end. "We’re not the same people we used to be. We’re suffocating each other."

Peter had tried to hold on, but his attempts to reach out only drove you further away. "I don’t know how to fix this!" he had shouted back, desperation and vulnerability lacing his words. "I thought we’d make it work. I thought… I thought you were my forever."

Your departure from the cockpit was a crushing silence, each step echoing the finality of the end. You retreated to a other room for the night, avoiding his eyes as you passed him in the narrow corridors of the ship. It felt like an entire lifetime had collapsed into those few moments.

Now, alone in the cockpit, Peter replayed the memory of your last moments together, unable to escape the crushing realization of how far he had let things fall apart. The words you’d exchanged seemed to float around him like specters, haunting and accusing.

He had tried to convince himself that breaking up was the right thing, that it was necessary for both of you to find yourselves. But every moment spent apart made the agony of that decision sink deeper into his soul, eating away at him as the seconds ticked by.

He reached for a familiar object—a mixtape, a relic from when things were simpler, when every song seemed to speak of a bright future together. He had made it for you, filled with songs that once made you both smile and dance. Now, it was just a reminder of how broken things had become.

The first notes of the mixtape played, each song a sharp reminder of your shared past. The lyrics, once full of promise and joy, now twisted into cruel echoes of what could have been. Peter buried his face in his hands, overwhelmed by the weight of his regret and sorrow.

He had hoped that time would make things easier, that the pain would eventually dull. But as he sat alone in the cockpit, the cold, sterile environment of the ship seemed to mock him, emphasizing the chasm between you that he could never truly bridge. Every star outside the window felt like a distant, unreachable point of light, reflecting the void left by your absence.

In the quiet of the Milano, the reality settled in: the space between you was not just physical but emotional and irrevocable. And as the stars glimmered coldly in the infinite void, Peter was left with nothing but the haunting silence of what once was and a broken heart that nothing in the cosmos could ever mend.

[raccoonfallsharder]

headcanon 3 (quill)

here’s the deal

I genuinely cannot think of MCU Peter Quill without being like “this man is the most innocent Terran (at least from the US but - possibly everywhere?) left in the galaxy”

like he doesn’t know about social media, the trump presidency, student loans, school shootings, anti-vaxxers, anti-maskers, american imperialism, medical debt, or incels

if you told MCU Peter Quill “oh yeah nazis are back” he’d be like “ah yes, terrans must've cracked the code on time travel since i've been gone”

he thinks "the climate crisis" refers to the amount of ozone-depleting substances in the atmosphere and he's like "didn't we fix that in '86?"

he thinks that if he’d stayed on earth he’d have a house in the burbs with a white picket fence and you have to be like “no bby I’m so sorry the housing market tho”

of course he's seen some shit, he gets depressed from time to time, has experienced tragedy and loss, etc (not me writing an essay about how that report card in his backpack damns every teacher he had in the year his mother was dying and has become a cornerstone of how he views himself) but like ultimately, he is still SO hopeful, SO optimistic. he would be incapable of understanding y/n's constant repetition of "my retirement plan is walking into the ocean"

and yes I do plan to lean into this in every fucking fanfic I write that he happens to be mentioned in

[mpreghotties]

[thatrockerhippychick]

🧬Where The Extinct Roam are now out to read!! 🧬

A Dr. Henry Wu fanfic!!!

I do NOT own Jurassic World or Jurassic Park. I do NOT own the characters from the movies or novels either. If you havent watched or read the novels. I’d definitely would!

-It is a clean science fiction romance.

-Chapter updates every week

-clean dark romance

-Long and descriptive chapters (prologue is a little short)

-18+

-Mature

-No spice or smut. No fade to black either.

-There is (clean) tension between characters.

-safe for Christians to read.

-clean romance

-It is filled with action and adventure along with mystery!

-survival

-Lovers to acquaintances back to lovers.

(Again. I do NOT own Jurassic Park or Jurassic World. Just absolutely love the series along with my favorite character Dr. Henry Wu. THIS IS A FANFICTION!! NOTHING MORE.)

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Maybe. Drabble

He's watching you on the train and he remembered one of his favorite memories if not his favorite minus your wedding.

18+ just incase

Warning just fluffy. There is angst sorry I forgot to mention it I dont think its any smutt But just incase its a married couldpe taking a shower the "he" is a celebrity who lost his wife well sort of you can find part 1 here just pick your own celeb for "he"

He watched you sitting on the train and remembered.

One of his favorite memories was just after you two had gotten married and moved in together. You both needed a shower and both needed to leave quickly.

He had convinced you to take a shower with him "just for times sake."

Its not like he hadn't seen you naked before.

He had convinced you to to take a bath with him. Something you had later admitted you wanted but was just nervous about.

You both had discussed moving in together and the. Getting married just cause your mom said she would have done that. So you wanted her to be happy with you and Chris well why would he object to having yiu around all the time.

But the shower was really for time's sake. His phone had been in the shower before so he knew it was water proof. You both had taken turns under the shower head singing off you had just rinsed conditioner off as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders giving you a kiss on your shoulder. You giggle making him smile. It always made him smile. He brought the camera up for a selfie.

"Say cheese"

Oh my God baby no" he saw on the camera how wide your eyes had gotten

"Only shoulders up I promise.

"Come on," he kissed closer to your neck. "Our first shower."

You roll your eyes

"Please baby I promise"

Another kiss on the neck

"Shoulders up thats all."

He kisses you again.

"Ok okay I need a cold shower now though."

He tells you a joke but he can't remember the joke now it had to be shower related or made rain. He wished to God he could remember the joke. But whatever it was it made you laugh out loud holding on to his arm which was wrapped around you

And he had quickly taken a few pictures one where he was looking down and another where he was looking over at you. You were unaware still laughing out and he had no idea until he took a look at the photo how he was looking at you so adoringly. In love he was in love he knew but he never saw how he looked at you. And the next one was you looking up at him with the same look of adoration and love and joy.

The last one was of both of you looking at the camera. Cheesy smiles but you both were so happy, content.

He'd give almost anything for thay feeling again..give anything but you that is.

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@nana1000night @sapphire-rogers @patzammit @sparklybarbarianninja @hawkeyes-queen

[marvelmcumania]

SPOTIFY?

Pairing: Peter Quill x Fem Reader

Summary: You introduce Peter to Spotify.

Note:Okay my first Peter Quill drabble? IDK I tried cute and all hehe and this not a promo for spotify English is not my first language Do not repost Feel free to reblog and let me know your thoughts

Navigation | Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist |Peter Quill Masterlist

You met Peter during his welcoming party from space it was weird cause his Grandpa said they had lost him since he was a child, but weirder word had left when an alien attack happened and he was a part of them.

"So you fought a purple giant alien?" you asked him warily, drinking your mimosas

"Yes, I was a part of it" You nod giving him a smile he has been so handsome from that day you two became great friends he shared with you about his time in space and why he was kidnapped.

"So your dad wanted you and he was a freaking planet?" Peter's story got weirder day by day you both were sitting in a cafe.

He nods gulping his coffee "You heard that right after my mom died" he pauses for a moment his face changing and you keep your hand on his "And then I ran away a spaceship came and took me the person who took me was a real father to me even though I screamed David Hasselhoff is my dad" he chuckles and then continues the story of how Yondu saved him from creepy ravagers to sacrificing himself and how his father was killer of his mom.

Much later he talked about the love of his life who was sacrificed for the soul stone when questioned about the stone he replied saying it was another long story and that the present one is dead but her old version is living which again was for another story.

After having more talks Peter and you started deciding on dating giving it a try since your shitty exes. Now you both were cuddling on the sofa scrolling through your phone and showing him the latest technology although he had used the advanced one that too in space.

"Hey hey wait what is that?"

"What?"

You swipe the phone"The green icon?" he says pointing towards it.

"Ah, this" you clicked on it "This is Spotify a music app" Peter's eyes widened looking at it.

"So we don't use those music players?" You shook your head smiling at him.

"No, but we can see the lyrics also you need to buy premium" He cocks his eyebrows at you "Yep they added weird features but hey the app is fun except for them stopping being greedy."

He nods taking the phone from you and you start teaching him how to use the app he is excited that now people have no worries about the wires sticking but the fun with it the old ones was different.

Taking your hand he puts on the music and then spends the day enjoying dance and music and soon finding love for each other

[letthewhumpbegin]

Survival - a Jurassic World fanfiction

Title: Survival Fandom: Jurassic World Genre: hurt/comfort, angst Characters: Owen Grady, Claire Dearing, Zach Mitchell, Gray Mitchell, Barry.

Summary: Owen immediately realised he had walked straight into the trap these animals were only too good at setting up. He stared intently at the animal in front of him, doing his utter best to read its expression to try and determine when the attack from behind would be coming.

Word count: 11400 No. of chapters: 7 Warnings: mentions of blood and animal-induced wounds. Mentions of medical procedures and (field) hospitals (starting from chapter 5). Original post date: 27 June 2022 Completed: yes

POSTED ON: AO3: click here FF.net: click here

Any and all feedback on my writing is highly appreciated 😇🥰. You can find my full writing masterlist here.

[bellarkeselection]

Oh how I miss writing Hybrid Trainer (Owen fic) and just writing for his character in general 😢 ❤️

[countrymusiclover]

Daughter of Dino Legends readers, hit me up with any ideas you have because I am stuck on what should happen next

@abaker74 @oldmanwithashield

[im-a-heartstomper]

by the way a lot of the things that have been said about chris pratt that make him look bad are just not true. he does care about his son a lot, he never went to that homophobic church (although his way of defending himself was... really fucking weird and suspicious. like you are religious what are you even talking about) and HE DID NOT COMPARE HIMSELF TO JESUS. WHO THE HELL EVEN CAME UP WITH THAT. and honestly from what I've seen- he's not THAT BAD of a person. he's just really fucking stupid and needs to be careful of what he says.

some things he's said are just bad... like the ed joke... that was just bad. the mother's day post on the other hand, HE WAS NOT THROWING SHADE TO ANYONE. JUST BECAUSE HE DIDN'T MENTION THE MOTHER OF HIS SON BY NAME DOES NOT MEAN HE WAS THROWING SHADE AT HER. also he's not a white supremacist. even if he was, he wouldn't display that on a hat. no sane person would. that is NOT WHAT THE HAT WAS FOR.

now the animal abuse is a completely different story. i have not looked into it because that topic makes me uncomfortable but from a surface level search... yikes. who the hell tries to give away their cat on facebook? and honestly im not even going to mention the other one. just... yikes.

also! on a lighter note... he ships Thor, Star-Lord, and Gamora so. I'm just putting that out there.

[sorryfucker]

outing myself as a quillock shipper AND a bottom!adam warlock truther by writing this: