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allovesthings · 6 months
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The idea that the Howl's moving castle movie is just the embellished story told by Howl to Morgan while Sophie threatens to cut off his suits again because: "That's definitely not how that went, Howl ! " is hilarious.
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nocnitsa · 4 months
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Clive Hicks-Jenkins - Morgan le Fey 
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wake up babe new kittie photo and album teaser just dropped<3
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One really cute thing about Howl that I really really liked is that he canonically is able to hold a newborn.
This may not seem so significant until you remember that Sophie got freaked out when trying to hold Morgan for the first time, like she was geniunely scared of holding him and didn't really know how. She's the mother. Typically you'd expect the mother to know what she's doing and the father to be absolutely clueless, especially when the father is someone like Howl.
However, instead we get the reverse; Sophie is the uncertain panicked one and Howl is the one who is clearly more comfortable and I believe it was said he looked more used to holding babies too.
And I just really like it
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mnasthaii · 1 year
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see now the theme of soulmates is sprinkled throughout the romances of wayhaven chronicles. the detective can help control m’s pheromones and touch them without causing them pain (something no one else has been able to do), n states that they knew from the moment they met the detective that they were meant for each other, f (who feels like they don't belong anywhere) finds a home in the detective, and a’s shell that they have built up starts to disappear which has been something no one was able to do before (not even unit bravo). furthermore, the temptation of the detective's blood represents their connection to their love interest: they have special blood and vampires drink blood, showing that the detective contains something that the love interest needs to live (both metaphorically and physically). therefore, the detective has an intrinsic and unexplainable connection to their love interest that indicates that they were made for each other since the detective gives them something they have been lacking.
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hellishunicorn · 1 year
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Incorrect OFMD, part 20
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Lucius is a supportive friend
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typewriter-worries · 2 years
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Honey Girl, Morgan Rogers | Beulah's Baby, Primrose McPherson Paschal | Young Mother Sewing,  Mary Stevenson Cassatt | Mysterious Skin, Scott Heim | Sally Rosenbaum | Why I Hate Raisins, Natalie Diaz | Sasha Hartslief | Mother and Child, Xi Pan | The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, Taylor Jenkins Reid | Mother and Child, Pino Daeni
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pandolfo-malatesta · 2 months
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Welsh people who have read Howl's Moving Castle! Where in Wales do you think Howl is from?
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twosomeofcuteness · 6 months
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Hi besties, I made a lil quiz instead of finishing chapter 8. It has a special bonus option :)
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deepinifhell · 1 month
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All of my Detectives: *have mommy issues, for roughly the same reasons*
Lauren Jenkins: I will sneak out of the house to make dangerous decisions, get into physical fights any chance I get, and say things to you that are specifically designed to do maximum emotional damage with the skill only a middle school girl can have. In high school I will run away from home and skip school for a few days at a time just to see if you notice. I will start smoking in the house just to spite you.
When I move out and get access to Big City Bad Decisions™ I will do hard drugs and become a stripper and squat in abandoned buildings and date a man 30 years older than me not out of financial need but just because I think you will hate it. Did I almost die a few times? Yeah, but fuck you. I will only call you for help when I am about to go to prison.
In my late 20's, when you are still constantly lying to me, I will still be putting thumb tacks on your chair. I will start fucking one of your precious agents and grope them in front of you. I will refuse your assistance any chance I get and air your dirty laundry to everyone you know. Will I almost die a few more times because of it? Yeah, but fuck you.
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positivexcellence · 2 years
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Birthday Wishes for Jared
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daisymakesstuff · 10 months
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A Nice Night
Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles
Pairing: F!Detective (Lauren Jenkins) x Morgan
Read on AO3
Word Count: 973
Rating: Mature [ implied past sexual assault, general sexual content]
Description: A vignette in which Agent Lauren Jenkins tries to give Morgan a casual compliment, and gets a lot more concern than she bargained for. Light Book 3 spoilers.
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Lauren wakes with a start, breathing heavily.  Another nightmare whose contents have already almost faded from her memory, leaving behind only the physical after-effects. The warmth of the duvet and the sheets clinging to her sweaty skin are too much, so she pushes them off and gets out of bed, catching a glance out the window as she does. 
The sun went down a few hours ago and the temperature is cooling down, turning what was an uncomfortable day into a nice night. Morgan is probably up on the roof tonight. The thought brings her an unexpected amount of comfort. She grabs a hair tie off her nightstand, scrapes her bedhead into a messy ponytail, and plods her way up to the roof. 
“You remember the other night when I went out with Tina and Verda?” Lauren calls. Morgan doesn’t look at her, but she does nod, which Lauren takes as approval to stay. She sits down beside Morgan and pulls her knees into her chest. Morgan takes a last drag of her cigarette before stamping it out, giving Lauren a once-over. The posture is unusual for her. She doesn’t usually lack for confidence and it’s not cold out. 
“When I had to make sure you didn’t die of alcohol poisoning?” Morgan scoffs. “Yeah, I do. What about it?” 
“I woke up with my clothes from the bar on,” Lauren answers vaguely. 
“And? What are you trying to get at here?” 
“Did you put my clothes back on after we had sex?” Lauren asks. Morgan can’t stop herself from laughing at the ridiculousness of the question. 
“That’s the explanation you came up with? You were wearing the same clothes you went to bed in because I put them back on you?” It takes a few seconds for the laughter to fully fade from her voice. “You were drunk. We didn’t have sex.” Lauren stares at Morgan blankly. They’ve had sex in the backseat of her car, in the woods, and in a children’s carnival attraction. They’ve gone to second base in front of her mother. Lauren would probably be knuckles deep inside her right now if she weren’t having such a weird night.
“…why not?” She finally asks. 
“Humans can’t make informed decisions when you’re drunk. You might’ve felt differently in the morning.” Morgan shrugs. Her usual flirtatious smirk spreads across her face, but it’s somewhat half-hearted.  “Besides, you probably wouldn’t have remembered it, and I like to make every time you’re with me a night you’ll never forget.”
Lauren’s eyes spark with interest, but that too is half-hearted. The silence between them is weighty and unfamiliar, but not entirely unpleasant. It gives Lauren time to think about what she really wants to say. 
“You’re always so careful when you touch me,” Lauren mentions, trying, and mostly succeeding, to be nonchalant about it. Morgan raises an eyebrow, glancing meaningfully toward a hickey peeking out from Lauren’s shirt. 
“I think you need a new definition of ‘careful’, Sweetheart.” 
Lauren rolls her eyes and opens her mouth to fire off a quip, but stops herself by rolling her lips together. “Not like that. I just mean–” Morgan’s teasing fades at the seriousness in Lauren’s voice. “You always make sure I want it before you touch me. I appreciate it.” 
Morgan scoffs. “You ‘appreciate it’? Sweetheart, that’s just basic—” Something seems to dawn on her in that moment. Her eyes darken with anger and she looks away with a growl. Her hand balls into a fist, some of the gravel on the roof crushing into dust underneath her grasp. When she snaps her gaze back to Lauren a moment later, her stormy grey eyes inspect her closely. 
Lauren is usually happy to have that gaze on her any time of day, but there’s none of the usual heat to it, only concern. She feels strangely vulnerable underneath it. Seeming to have concluded her inspection, Morgan reaches her arm out, pauses to make sure Lauren is okay with the touch, and slings it over her shoulders so she can pull the detective to her side. Lauren finally unfurls,  shifting to help Morgan bring her close. She doesn’t curl back up again when they settle, seeming content to keep their thighs touching instead. It floods Morgan with relief. 
“I’ll break anyone who touches you without your permission,” Morgan promises. Lauren doesn’t know what to do with the intensity of it.  
“Okay.” Morgan obviously doesn’t buy it, but Lauren doesn’t need her to. She just wants to drop the subject, and she knows exactly how to do that. 
Shifting her weight up onto her knees, she pivots to face Morgan. The gravel bites into her knees, but she’s not planning to be here for very long. She puts her hands on Morgan’s shoulders, pressing back until Morgan takes the hint to lie down. 
Lauren settles her hips between Morgan’s legs, pushing herself up on her forearms so she can stare down at Morgan with a needy, desperate sort of heat. The gravel bites into her skin again, but distributing her weight across her forearms helps. Morgan‘s eyes are dark with lust, and her hips shift underneath Lauren in anticipation. But then a flicker of worry flashes across Morgan’s face. 
Groaning in irritation, Lauren stops bothering to hold herself up, face planting into Morgan’s cleavage and making herself comfortable. Morgan snorts. 
“Feel better, Sweetheart?” she teases. Lauren nods into Morgan’s breasts, and Morgan’s chest hitches with laughter again. One arm wraps loosely over Lauren’s back, the casual touch feeling simultaneously natural and foreign given their current position. Over the next few minutes, Lauren’s breathing slowly deepens and lengthens until Morgan is sure she’s asleep. That hadn’t been what Morgan was going for, but she decides she doesn’t mind staying here for a while longer.
It’s a nice night, after all.
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kittie asking what songs they should play live on insta today!!!!
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The fact that Howl lightheartedly called his new born ugly and proceeded to say "chip off the old block" and got yelled at by Sophie means that Morgan is Sophie's spitting image
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stinky-crow-film · 2 years
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Behind-the-scenes pictures of Cerris Morgan-Moyer as Victoria Archer in Our Flag Means Death S1 (2022) - cre. David Jenkins
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