Flogging It: Riding hard with a wide open throttle
Meredith Quill – evening nurse, single mother, and music enthusiast – is used to having people in her little hometown in central Missouri, look down their noses at her. So when a biker gang comes to town and their leader gets in a bad crash and meets her gaze head on, Meredith takes over to help get a grizzly, mohawked Mr. Udonta back on his feet.
Or
The story where Yondu is Terran and he crashes his ride on a run and now he’s got a sassy outcasted, single mother, Missourian watching over him.
I really like the idea of Human!Yondu okay! Michael Rooker with a mohawk!
Plus it’s adorable to imagine this gruff, mean, killer biker being taken care of by sassy, but sweet (but also mama bear) Missouri born little mother and watching said biker interact with a toddler is also too fucking cute okay!
Okay, I’m going to have some spoilers for Guardians of the Galaxy 2 so if you haven’t seen it, skip this.
So Yondu is a Ravager. They’re basically space pirates so that means he has done a lot of terrible things in his past. We also find out he brought children to Ego and later found out that Ego killed his children. That is right. Ego hired Yondu to bring him his kids and Ego murdered them. Granted, Ego is the one at fault but Yondu helped despite not knowing this. So not only is a liar, a thief, and a cheat but he also helped a man kill countless children. Of course, Yondu regrets this. So that already makes him a decent character because he knows what he did was wrong.
Then, when Peter kills off Ego, Peter is left on the dying planet. He think he’s going to die. But Yondu comes and saves him. Yondu then gives Peter the only space suit, leaving Yondu to freeze in the cold grip of space. He doesn’t ask to be forgiven, he just tells Peter than he was happy to have Peter in his life. He doesn’t demand to be forgiven, he doesn’t feel like he deserves it.
And that is what makes a good redemption arc. A character must not demand it. A character must earn it but they must not demand it and we must know that they realize they made a mistake.
Sorry, I just have a lot of feelings about Yondad.
My favourite thing about Yondu’s redemption is that he specifically apologizes to Peter, because he wronged Peter too. And Peter doesn’t answer him (he barely realises what’s going on I think) but Yondu puts the spacesuit on him anyway, as he was always going to, because whether or not Peter forgives him isn’t the important part.
So if I didn’t count wrong, then Stakar’s team as we know it from GotG 2 consists of six people: Stakar, Aleta, Mainframe, Martinex, Charlie-27 and Krrugarr.
And while doing some research for my fanfictions, I realized that, while the Ravager Captains act independent from each other, each with their own crew (which, apparently, all have a different color – Stakar is some kind of dark blue, Aleta black, Yondu is red), they all share the flame badge.
And there are seven tips on the badge. Exactly seven tongues of flames, one in the middle, three on each side.
That makes seven flames for seven Captains.
I dunno, but I really like to headcanon this: The flames represent Stakar’s original team, the core of the Ravagers. The badge was made when Yondu was still part of the team.
He is flame number seven.
And even with Yondu out of the team, after breaking the code – Stakar never changed the design.
And Yondu had one more very good reason to keep the badge, even though he was no longer an official Ravager.
Because it reminded him of his old team, the people he had lost by breaking the code.
What do you guys think is a battle slave? Someone who fights for the Kree in their wars or rather someone who fights for their amusement, like a gladiator?
I’ve been wondering this too. I kinda think the Kree’s battle slaves were probably the people who had to do the nasty, dangerous work on the battlefield while the Kree soldier were on the front lines getting all the ‘glory’. Loading the ammo, cleaning the space cannons, removing the bodies, that sort of thing. But it wouldn’t surprise me if they were also made to fight for their masters’ amusement, which might be where Yondu got some of his scars…
Yondu’s nightmares are from his past. Kraglin’s nightmare is losing Yondu.
I think this is the cleanest thing I have ever created O.o
Okay but what really makes this amazing picture terrible is that:
Imagine Kraglin is asleep and having this reoccurring nightmare. He is standing in space and he is fine. But there are others in space floating around. They are not fine. They are slowly dying. That makes sense. Kraglin doesn’t understand why he’s not dying. He’s too afraid to move though. If he moves, he might start floating away too. He might also die.
The others floating by are his friends. Some of them have been apart of the Ravagers for over twenty years. They are dying and fading into space around him. He can only stand still and watch as one by one their faces disappear amongst the endless stars.
Then there is only one last body left to float past him. It’s his captain. His captain, who is his everything.
Kraglin refuses to stand still in space any longer. He reaches for this body. He reaches and jumps and shouts. He cannot lose his captain. He cannot remember what it is like to be alive without Yondu.
But despite his efforts, Yondu floats away just like the others.
Kraglin wakes up, tears in his eyes. He looks around himself and spots the fin lying next to him on the bed. His captain is truly dead and floating around in space. There is nothing for him but to cling to the fin as tight as he can and let the tears come. He is left alone, floating in space without a purpose, without his friends, and without his captain.
The rats nestle close to their ratlets,
Half-nut is tryin’ to count sheep.
Yer cozy and warm in yer bunk, my boy.
Please go the fuck to sleep.
The portholes are dark in the ship, boy.
Thanos sits out in the deep.
I’ll read ya another damn holopad if ya swear
That you’ll go the fuck to sleep.
The Nova who soar through the sky are at rest
As the peace is sure to keep.
I know you ain’t thirsty. That’s bullshit. Quit lyin’!
Lie down, idjit Terran, and sleep.
The cosmic wind whispers through space, son.
The stars, they make not a peep.
We’ve travelled thirty-eight lightyears already.
By Anthos, what the fuck? Go to sleep.
All the miners from Knowhere are in dreamland.
The fleas have made their last leaps.
Hell no, ya can’t go to the bathroom.
Ya know where ya can go? The fuck to sleep.
The Kree fly forth from their homeworld.
Their canons roar and slaves weep.
The hot, crimson rage fills my heart, boy.
For real: shut the fuck up and sleep.
Taserface and Narblik are snoring
Wrapped in a big, snuggly heap.
How come ya can fit through the vent ducts
But ya can’t lie the fuck down and sleep?
Celestial seeds slumber in Terra,
And the other worlds Ego will reap.
No more questions, this game is over.
I’ve got two words for ya, kid: fuckin’ sleep.
The bilgesnipes recline on Asgardian plains,
Trinkets at the market are cheap.
Fuck yer Walkman kid, I ain’t fetchin’ you shit.
Close your eyes, cut the crap: sleep.
B.O. wafts around the Eclector
Like a smog cloud it billows and creeps.
My life is a failure, I’m a shitty-ass parent.
Stop fuckin’ with me dammit, and sleep.
