do you ever reblog something and say to yourself “i know who’s going to reblog this” and then they reblog it
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.
Headcanon Accepted.
On my god my feels! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THEM?!!!!
That canon…I LIKE IT. ANOTHER!
((Yeah, they looked cute from a distance, but trust me, the collar on those shirts choke people))
((The lethal ones…when I used to do choir we had something like that))
((My choir teacher is the only one who even pretends to like them, but when you’re trying to keep track of 130 kids in Estonia, it’s useful for us to all look the same. At least we got to wear school hoodies for casual concerts.))
((Yeah, they looked cute from a distance, but trust me, the collar on those shirts choke people))
((one of the great things about graduating this year, I get to say good bye to one of the most awful choir uniforms I’ve ever worn. This one right here —> 
It probably looks fine to you, but trust me, it was uncomfortable, hot and looked like it was designed in the 50’s by some little old lady for her husband.))
HELP AND REBLOG PLEASE.
if you do one thing today, fucking reblog this. You could be the reason for someone surviving. It takes seconds. Do it.
Giggles and keeps up with her current speed. “Still toootally not fair.”
“Well you know where Canada is, right? and Vancouver?” She wondered.
“Yyyyyyyy-I think so.” Tilts his head.
“So there, you know mostly where we’re going. We can just race to the pier with the big red Q tower, then I can show you were the shop is, so it’s more fair.”

