OH GOD HOW DO YOU WRITE SMUT HOW SHOULD I START
OK THAT IS A GOOD START TIME FOR A BREAK
Wow, Tony. He’s only going to get milk.
omg!!! XD
HIS IRON MAN EAR MUFFS THOUGH. ;o;
are you shitting me
HE ACTUALLY ROLE PLAYS HIS OWN ROLEs oh GOD
GOD OF ROLE PLAYS
ALL KNEEL
aaAAAAA HE’S SO PERFECT
>Go on fanfiction.net to find some new Assassin’s Creed fanfic
>First result
>”Two girls get sent back in time to the Renaissance…”
whenever my doctor asks me if there’s a chance i could be pregnant
tumblr has changed my life to the point where my sentences can no longer be properly formulated because same yes good
gpoy
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.
