"ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇʟᴜᴄᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ, ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴡᴀʀʟᴏᴄᴋ ʟɪᴠᴇs ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ!" -- ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ/ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ -- ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʟᴀxʏ/ᴄᴏsᴍɪᴄ ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ -- ᴏᴘᴇɴ ғᴏʀ ᴘʟᴏᴛs!!

Tried to talk to Tony, but he's like a really angry puddle right now.

Halloween is about doin' those dangerous things you won't normally do in someone else's mask so they get the blame.

What'd you get when you leave deodorant near somethin' super hot for too long? Really nice smellin' explosion. Whoops.

I don't need 280 letters an' spaces to be awesome.

But now I got them, so everyone can suck it.

((ooc: Body Swap event! For the next 48 hours, Clint is trapped in Rocket's body. Let the shenanigans begin! docs.google.com/document/d/1Uh… ))

The thing about waking up is, there's always that split second window where you're not quite aware of what's going on. But, after a couple of minutes or so, it becomes painfully obvious that something's out of place. For Rocket, that realisation was in staring at the wall -

across from his bed mid stretch. His bed that was longer. Bigger. With different sheets. And somebody else in it. Slowly, his head turned to stare at a sleeping Natasha, glaring for a moment before turning back to look at the wall. "Crap. Clint's gonna be pissed." Hands up, -

dragging across his face, only to stop again. His cheeks were soft. But not furry soft, skin soft, as long he had been shaved completely bald overnight. And his hands were...human? Rocket stared at his digits for a moment longer, considering exactly what was going on before -

finally reaching off to his left, grabbing hold of a nearby cellphone (thankfully easily unlocked) in order to switch to the camera. Pointed at his face, Rocket simply stared silently for the next few moments, letting the fact that Clint was in the image; not Rocket. The point -

lingered in his brain, until finally something processed. "Double crap."

S'weird how mad Terrans get at each other over stupid stuff like colours or the parts between their legs or whatever. I'm friends with a green woman that tried to kill me, a green guy that tried to kill me, a guy who's dad is a planet and a tree. Be more like me, Terrans.

Roger: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one. Me, through a mouthful of cereal: Yeah, break their bones. They have 206 of those.

I ain't a hero. I'm just a man. A man that afraid to dream big in this world. Yeah, that's right - a man, who's got dreams, an' a couple of metric tonnes a' cosmos destroyin' explosives.

That AIN'T afraid to dream big.* 'Cause I ain't. I dream up some really big crap gettin' blasted.

Lemmie get somethin' totally clear. Everyone in the Guardians of the Galaxy is the freakin' worst. HOWEVER. Only WE get to say that, an' if I catch those words in your freakin' mouth then I'm gonna punch your teeth until you're uglier than Stark's browser history.

"ᴹʸ ᵍᵘⁿ'ˢ ᵇⁱᵍᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ." - 10+ Years Experience - Not New to Character/Lore - Ships w/ Chem - Penned by #King - Crossovers Welcome - SLs Welcome - Crack & Serious - Detailed & Literate - AvAc Account: Rᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ. - Also Write Nᴀᴍᴏʀ MᴄKᴇɴᴢɪᴇ - RTs Appreciated

It's been a quiet month for the campus. Mostly because I ain't been on it aaand that's about all you gotta know about that whole /situation./ But now I'm back, and the first order of business is to see how long I can shoot this blaster before something catches fire.