Music. Obscurity. Harry Potter. Poetry. Art. Musings. An odd mixture of shit.
WHO SAID IT WAS OK TO POST SOMETHING THIS HORRIBLE!??!??
My first reaction was ‘Nice thought but there’s no way, Coulson is much younger than…’ and then I stopped mid-thought.
Because you know what.
You know what.
After Steve, the US government had to keep trying to recreate the Super-Soldier Serum.
And who
and who
would be the FIRST DAMN PERSON IN LINE to volunteer?
They told us it never worked again. And that was kind of true. They never again recreated the super-strength or the gleaming pecs. But other things, they got right. They got the vastly delayed aging. And the kind of reflexes that make a man able to take out two armed thugs with a bag of flour. And the talent for leading through example. And they got the most important part, Erskine’s favorite part: the magnification of moral fiber, taking the loyalty and selflessness of a loyal and selfless man and making him into something spectacular.
Coulson didn’t buy those vintage cards on Ebay.
He’s had them since he was a little boy.
That little boy right there.
sweet jesus reblogging again for that insight
(via no-hate)
If anybody asks if they know you from somewhere, look them in the eyes and say, “Do you watch porn?”
(via fridasexual)
i hate when spiders just sit there on the walls and act like they pay rent
(via goat--milk)
i wanted to know what a duck looked like without a beak so i googled it and ive been laughing at this photo for about 3 minutes
(via katnaz)
Good point, Mitt! But I still think your bumper sticker is in poor taste.
I need to practice and work on some angles for myself, without anyone to help me and after having been the one behind the lens for so many years I’m feeling a little bit stiff, and a little bit rusty.
(via fridasexual)
