*** SPOILERS FOR GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY ***
So we know Rocket Racoon can understand Groot’s phrase of ‘I am Groot’ in much the same way that the kids in that old TV show understood Lassie’s barks. And this leads to several conversations that to the other characters (and us) seem comedically one sided.
But what if Groot IS just saying ‘I am Groot’? What if Rocket doesn’t possess the magical gift of translation because there’s simply nothing to translate?
Groot often seems to act as Rocket’s conscience, reminding him of his moral obligation to his comrades. In this headcanon, Rocket is projecting his conscience onto Groot, and having these ‘debates’ (such as whether to abandon the group, etc) with himself, not with Groot.
He uses Groot to externalise his inner conflicts and come to his own conclusions.
Not only does this add even more emotional complexity to Rocket’s character, but it raises questions as to whether Groot is aware Rocket does this, and, if so, whether he knows that his companionship is far more important to Rocket than the racoon will ever admit (or perhaps even understand himself).
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The last time I posted original content on this blog was March 23rd. That’s how long it took me to think up the George R.R. Martin joke.
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So, this weekend was Derby’s Second Annual Mercian Cup, and despite the fact that I have currently lost the use of my thumb, I maintain this was one of the strangest and best tournaments I’ve ever been to, and this is including a tournament in which I dressed up as Black Widow going to prom and played on the same team as Spiderman, the Joker, Bane, and Captain America, among others. (That one was still really good, though, SHSU!)
As usual, I feel I must begin with some disclaimers, so that you know exactly where I’m coming from and better understand why my commentary is the way it is.
Full Disclaimer: I did not play any sports before quidditch. I have been playing quidditch for three years, two of which were spent in the American Southwest (SW) region and one here in the UK. I am not a bad player (though I certainly have my off days), but I am not the sort of player that will make a US national team any time soon. All of my American tournaments save World Cup VI took place in the SW, and I have only played one full tournament in the UK, which was the Northern Cup. I have been lucky enough to play with Derby and Loughborough during practices and things, though, so I’ve gotten some more games in since Northern Cup.
tl;dr: I am not an IQA Analyst, nor am I some sort a quidditch deity. However, I’d like to think I’m not entirely incompetent.
Now that that’s over, we can begin.
Anonymous said: Jack and Amy are absolutely adorable!
Scrolling down your dash until you hit porn is like digging down in Minecraft until you hit lava.