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Carlos’ face started to warm, even as there was a twist of
disbelief in the pit of his stomach. “Gosh… you’re awfully sweet, Hancock,” he
murmured, finally chancing to meet his eyes with a shy smile. “You know just
what to say…” Carlos still had his left arm stubbornly crossed over his lower
chest, but he gingerly reached his right arm out to grip Hancock’s shoulder to
show that he appreciated it.

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Carlos almost immediately curled in on himself and he had on
an awkward grin, though he still couldn’t look Hancock in the eye. “C’mon… I
gained like half my weight back since you took me in.” He gave a soft, nervous
laugh.  “Heh… I’m such a slob…”

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being gay before the invention of lube must have been a pain in the ass

according to my history professor this is actually a huge contributing factor to the popularity of olive oil in Ancient Greece

this is the best possible thing that i will ever learn and i thank you for that

The people of Ancient Greece loved that ancient grease

I am begrudgingly reblogging this for the first time in like four urls for this, the first comment on this post to actually make me laugh in literally years

There’s a quote in a letter from some poor Roman stationed out in like, fucking Ukraine, basically saying it’s the worst place to live in the entire world because they grow neither olives nor grapes.

No lube and no wine. WHY EVEN BE ALIVE

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Yondu
looks to carlos frowning at the pinch. “Uhhhhh all I know is… it’s
round… and orange…. tangy….. uhhh… smells good…. don’t know a lot about
human food ya be honest.. but that’s the one that turnedcmy insides
against me.”

“Did it have a rind on it?” Mr Ramon asked. “As in, could
you peel it with your hands?”

Carlos grinned at Yondu and rubbed his arm.

Yondu gives carlos a playful pout then does something infront of them. He leans over and kisses Carlos nuzzling. “Pinching me wanting attention littke shit.”

Carlos was surprised and he giggled and grinned at Yondu.
But when he glanced at his family, he noticed that both of them were staring at
him, obviously very shocked.

Oh… right.

“Um… so, Dad… Mikey… Yondu and I have kinda been… dating on
the way back to Earth.”

Yondu grins and nods putting his arm around Carlos’s waist and pulling him close grinning with his sharp teeth and nuzzles.

“Huh,” Mikey said. “Well… didn’t peg you to go for bad-boys,
Carlito.”

Carlos laughed a little nervously. “Yeah… neither did I.”

“You were dating him… on the way back to Earth,” Mr Ramon
repeated. Carlos started to feel anxiety crawl across his shoulders.

“Yeah, I… I have.”

Yondu got a bit defensive at the way he said it then coughs. “Ahh right. Well. To specify… there has been no probing. I hear that important knowledge to Terrans…”

Mr Ramon frowned. “Well, I don’t need to know about any ‘probing’
going on,” he said.

Dad!” Carlos
exclaimed.

“He’s an adult and can do what he wants in his sex life,” Mr
Ramon went on. “Where my concern is, is that you don’t like being on Earth… and
Carlos has family here.”

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“Yeah… it’s probrobly why I took in peter a bit…. no mate and this genetic urge to… pouch something you know……”

Carlos hummed softly and nodded. He leaned his head down
onto Yondu’s shoulder and just lay there, giving what comfort he thought he
could.

Pulls him close and kisses his head nuzzling at him then yelps as he hears a scream and then Kraglin belly flops into the spring with a splash from above. Peter was laughing his ass off from ontop of a high cliff.

Carlos jumped in shock and looked up at Peter, watching the
boy just lose it.

Kraglin started to emerge from the spring, a bluish blush
all across his front from the impact of the water. He looked like a wet cat the
way he stood up, and he actually growled as he snapped his head up to glare at
Peter.

“Pete – I’m gettin’
you for that, you Terran brat!!”

Peter laughs at him and sticks his tongue out at him and runs off laughing.

Yondu huffs. “Kraglin… I’ll give you the count of 5 before I whistle ya. Scram… and go drown peter away from me.”

“B-but don’t actually drown him, please,” Carlos pleaded. “Play
safely, okay?”

Kraglin just rolled his eyes at Carlos. But he nodded at
Yondu. “Aye, Captain,” he muttered and he slogged out of the spring to go after
Peter.

Yondu chuckles looking to carlos. “Kids. My troublesome boys.” Smiles and kisses him. “My fuzzy man.”

Carlos would have blushed if the heat from the spring hadn’t
already made his skin flush. “So I take it you’re okay with my hair,” he joked
nervously. “Some humans have a little trouble with it…”

“I like cute fuzzy things. Your fur doesn’t bother me one bit.” Nuzzles him kissing at him and purrs. “Do you… mind all my scars?”

Carlos looked at Yondu. He shook his head slightly. “No. Or,
I mean… they don’t take away from who you are,” he corrected. “I do mind them
in that… someone felt entitled to hurt you. And… I’m sorry for that…”

Ugh, now he sounded like he was pitying Yondu. He wasn’t –
he really wasn’t. At least, he thought he wasn’t…

Pulls him onto his lap and kisses him pulling him close to his body and jerks back when his pouch full of water splashes them in the face like a water gun then laughs and goes right back to kissing his human holding him as close as he could.

Carlos was a little surprised at being man-handled, but he
smiled fondly at Yondu and started to kiss back gently.

He yelped and sputtered when they were splashed. He scoffed
and swatted Yondu’s shoulder playfully before he was pulled back in. He moved
closer in an effort to keep his pouch from getting full of water again. But
Carlos realized that he was feeling something… or rather, wasn’t feeling something.

He pulled away and looked Yondu in the eyes curiously. “Are
you wearing any pants?”

Yondus eyes said it all. They had a mischievous look in his eyes. “Nope. Pants are overrated. More comfortable going commando.” Grins rolling his hips and leans in to catch his lips again. “You should try it. Let it all out hehe.”

“Oh my God,” Carlos mumbled. He kissed Yondu and giggled
when he broke to lean his head against Yondu’s shoulder. “Seriously? We’re in public!”

“No one here cares. Halfnut and Tullk have fucked in public before. Trust me no one on the crew cares what ya do.” Lowers his hands down and grabs at his ass squeezing lightly.

Carlos yelped. “Yondu – I, no! We’re not gonna do this here! Maybe it’s an Earth thing, but I’m
not gonna!” He giggled and smacked at Yondu’s arms again.

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Sighs
and puts his arm around him and settles back. “Feels Good Don’t it……
best stuff in the world right here….. naked ya feel like goo…. makes
everything stop hurting….. halfnuts feeling a lot better to…” Motions to
the spring a bit below them and halfnut who was awake and relaxed
floating in the waters with Tullk.

Carlos peaked down and smiled. “Oh, that’s so nice to see,”
he said. “I had been worried… but if he’s feeling better, then that’s great.”
Carlos settled on the rock seat beside Yondu and sighed. This was very nice. He
could easily fall asleep there, he thought.

Puts a arm around him pulling him close and kisses him running his fingers along his side. The closer Carlos was could see the pouch against yondus belly of which he would press on randomly to get any water out.

Carlos couldn’t help but glance at Yondu’s hand as he pushed
on his own belly. “What… I’m sorry, but why do you keep doing that?” he asked.
Was he playing with the water? Some of it seemed to spurt up when he did that.

“Hmmm? Oh. Waters getting in my pouch. I push it out ever now and then.”

“Water’s getting in your pouch?” Carlos repeated dumbly. “I –
I’m sorry, I just mean… I didn’t know you had a pouch.”

“Yeah… it’s .. uhhh my species can have pups… the pouch is for pups. Until they are big enough to come out. Usually stay as pouchlings until they are about… 3 or 4 cycles.”

“Pups?” Carlos asked. “On Earth we call marsupial babies ‘Joeys’.
But that’s interesting – I didn’t know Centaurians held babies in a pouch.”

“Yes. And we call them pups. We can have up to three but more common 1-2…. the males usually end up … birthing…. believe it or not…”

Carlos shrugged. “We have seahorses that do that on Earth,
so I’m not as surprised as I could be. Though, of course, they’re not mammals…”
Carlos coughed slightly. “I’m sorry, but I just find it so fascinating. How
does it happen? Do females put the eggs into the male and gestation happens
there, or what?”

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To
be fair I don’t think she even existed in the first place. When it
happened there was some bright-ass godly white light and she was gone.

She…

I’m definitely calling Mia again. Maybe she has an explanation. But what about the fire? How did it start?

David dubbed it ‘Quartermaster apperciation day’ so we all broke into the Quartermaster store to see what QM’s into and Neil found used barbie dolls and burned them.

Where did he get matches? And how do you ‘use’ Barbie dolls? Were they just second-hand?

I dunno. All I know is Neil was concerned and disgusted and set ‘em on fire.

Disgusted? They’re dolls.

But you guys shouldn’t just burn stuff willy-nilly. I already talked to you about that last night.

Connect the dots dude! You know what QM does like once a month, Neil was disgusted and they were used. At least that’s what I’m assuming Neil meant.

And we’re like 8-11 what do you expect from us.

I – Oh… oh…. OH GOD! I… I understand now.

Dios Mio… *he reaches a hand up to punch the bridge of his nose*