evil-phil-coulson replied to your post:-spends hour or so drawing something for someone ...
[i assure you that they’ll love it, no matter who they are because it’s from you and you are very hella my friend]
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evil-phil-coulson replied to your post:-spends hour or so drawing something for someone ...
[i assure you that they’ll love it, no matter who they are because it’s from you and you are very hella my friend]
ssssssshhhhhh
evil-phil-coulson started following you
"Hello, welcome to my murder. I went ahead and made party hats."
"Your stunned silence is very reassuring."
"Have you had a chance to look in the mirror yet? Because you migh want to."
#'look skye i respect that you are a hackivist'#'but you need something better than thrift shop chic'#'we're going shopping' via evil-phil-coulson
"That's hurtful. Not all of us can rock a suit Phillip."
#third one down on the left#kill me#how much physical contact has he had since his death??
Skye starts a campaign
Hug your mentally unstable father figure day year
“I guess that’s what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning.”
She shrugged, "Usually is.. The end's usually just the beginning, to be completely honest." Evelyn stretched out, rubbing the back of her neck. "But, I'd hardly call this the end, sweetie. So, don't start thinking 'bout the beginning jus' yet."
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVIL-PHIL-COULSON
today is evil-phil-coulson's birthday and to celebrate I've made a series of gifts
Part 1: Punk Ass Little Shit Gif Icons
Phlyn, Punk Au
3 sentence fic
Delicate fingers trailed along the scars in his skin, reading the various stories that spoke more volumes than the dulled tattoos. His rough fingers massaging into her lower back, holding her with more love than she'd felt in a decade and well over the time he'd been able to show it. Their heavy breaths filling the small apartment space as the record that had been playing came to it's end.