eatstarsnsparkle:

boazpriestly:

osointricate:

boazpriestly:

demonsanddragons:

darcywho:

harlotstarlet-queenofconeyisland:

chasexjackson:

THE GOLDEN RULE OF TUMBLR

my god, we’re all Ross.

Excuse you.

Excuse you

So in conclusion, we are all the men of Friends, combined. 

Not just the men.

Phoebe is basically a walking night blogger when she’s got a guitar.  Admit it.

In conclusion, we are the show Friends. 

we all need this on our blogs

rockerchic93:

twigwise:

soloproject:

michellicopter:

I couldn’t decide where I wanted Coulson to be sorted, so.

Too adorable, could not not re-blog

#what if Coulson wasn’t even a wizard #he just sort of #showed up #but he was so damn helpful that nobody questioned it

Coulson is in every house

torakowalski:

shadowen:

dizmo pointed out that he had a cane, and it was all downhill from there.
~

They must think he’s an easy target, leaning on his cane, safely away from the center of the fight.

They must think he’s also deaf, blind, unarmed, and stupid if they ever imagined they could get the drop on an agent of SHIELD.

Phil ducks neatly under the swinging pipe and drives the head of his cane back into the first attacker’s stomach. Gripping the end, he stands and brings the heavy handle around in a clean arc, straight into the second attacker’s jaw. The crunch it makes is deeply satisfying.

His third assailant is at least smart enough to draw her gun and just fast enough to avoid the cane as Phil swings it at her head. In side-stepping, though, her aim wavers, and Phil catches hold of her wrist. He traps her elbow between his cane and forearm and jerks hard. It gives way with a sickening snap, and the gun goes clattering to the ground.

He clocks the first attacker once across the head, just for good measure, and rubs at the little twinge of pain in his still-healing chest.

“I am so hot for you, right now.”

“Focus, Agent Barton.” On another comm line, he says, “I need clean-up at my location. And tighten the containment area. We have enough collateral damage as it is.”

The security team sounds off an affirmative just as another of the ubiquitous thugs rounds the corner, clearly spoiling for an easy fight. Wordlessly, Phil clicks the release on his cane and slides out a long, slim blade.

The young man takes one look at his fallen compatriots and the glinting steel in Phil’s hand and wisely runs in the opposite direction.

“So hot,” Clint says again.

Phil smiles.

This is perfect.

lonewolfed:

#coulson lives [x]

I AM IN A G O N Y 

ralkana:

morethanonepage:

dr-kara:

all I can think about is we found a use for the straps on Hawkeye’s legs with his costume.

easier for Phil to latch his cane and pull him close

#seriously we get seven seconds #.5 of which actually feature phil #and this is what comes out of it #clintcoulson #clintcoulson fandom never change

You’re surprised? We wrote like 3,000 fics when he was DEAD. :D

ironspy:

Avengers Business Cards - Just because

Iron Man 3 // Closing Sequence x

reducto1:

Tony and his only friend, Dummy =(

Becoming: Chris Evans

#THE BOY BAND AU

copperbadge:

“I don’t know why I did it. I only know that it was awesome.”

“But how do you know it was awesome, Robert?”

“Because it was me doing it, Chris. Because it was me.”

[RDJ Advises Chris Evans On His Life Choices]

moriarty:

IM CRYING THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I’VE EVER SEEN