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klaysexual · 1 year
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if chemistry was a couple:
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shitedits · 2 years
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josephmorganinfos · 1 month
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JOSEPH MORGAN FOR JÓN MAGAZINE
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Joseph Morgan que atualmente está estrelando a segunda temporada de Halo na Paramount+ é a nova capa da Jón Magazine. Joseph foi fotografado em um local chamado 'Grandma's House' falou sobre steampunk, futuros retrô e, claro, tudo sobre seu novo show.
Veja todas as filmagens e leia as entrevistas completas, apenas na edição impressa de JÓN.
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jodiecomer09 · 9 months
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Summary: In the Mikaelson mansion, Hayley and Y/N argued about Elijah's unexplained absence. Hayley expressed frustration at his tendency to disappear during tough times, while Y/N defended him, acknowledging his complicated past.
Hayley crossed her arms, her expression filled with frustration. "I can't believe you're defending him, Y/N. He disappeared without a word, leaving us to deal with everything on our own!" Y/N took a deep breath, trying to keep their emotions in check. "I understand that you're upset, Hayley, but you know how complicated Elijah's past is. He might have his reasons for leaving."
Hayley's eyes flashed with anger. "Reasons? He's been doing this for centuries! Always running away when things get tough. I thought he'd changed, but it's the same old story." Y/N sighed, trying to find the right words. "I know he has a complicated past, but he's also been there for us in the past. Remember when he helped save Hope from the Hollow?" Hayley clenched her jaw, trying to control her emotions. "Yes, I remember. But that doesn't excuse his behavior now. We need him, and he's nowhere to be found!"
Y/N took a step closer, reaching out to touch Hayley's arm gently. "I'm not saying it's okay, but we can't just give up on him. Maybe he needs time to sort things out." Hayley shook her head, pulling away from Y/N's touch. "I don't have time for his excuses. Hope needs a father figure, and I need a partner who's there for me." Y/N's heart ached for Hayley, understanding the pain she was going through. "I know you're hurting, and I wish I could make it better. But let's not forget the good times we've had with him. Elijah has his flaws, but he's also shown us kindness and loyalty."
Hayley's eyes softened slightly, but her resolve remained firm. "I just can't keep waiting for him to come back. It's not fair to me or Hope." Y/N nodded, acknowledging her feelings. "I understand, Hayley. Whatever decision you make, I'll support you. But remember, we can't control Elijah's actions. All we can do is focus on taking care of each other and Hope."
Hayley looked into Y/N's eyes, her anger starting to dissipate. "You're right. I just wish it didn't hurt so much." Y/N pulled Hayley into a comforting embrace, holding her close. "I know, and I'm here for you, no matter what happens."
As they stood there, holding each other, Y/N and Hayley knew that their love could weather any storm, even if it meant facing the uncertainty of Elijah's absence. They found strength in each other, a beacon of hope in the midst of the supernatural world's turmoil. And together, they vowed to face whatever challenges lay ahead, supporting each other through thick and thin.
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jsmali12 · 2 years
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Marla Gibert[1] (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/310553455-marla-gibert-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=JamalHunter773591&wp_originator=yDs773EFevXHatFHydN2Ptdyjw%2Fkd7IqAw6h2DuR9y%2BWttALNicWgNJTcrrqRgf2MMtioGGn5RNhchSUxft%2BPCPLO9ZPzzNV8FFlnIP6fBrjQFJ9KL%2Fz6Q%2BRKp2L53Dp Marla Gibert was the lost twin of Elena Gibert. What happens if she moves in Mystic Falls where the Scooby Gang notices her.
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fabioemme78 · 7 months
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madebydelena · 1 year
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Avatars Joseph Morgan (x8) - 400x640 px
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tvdpics · 1 year
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my boy klaus is so dashing
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izfruitcake13 · 2 years
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Hmmmm.。。。 *@ Agreee Looking for a badboy 💙🤭🖤😳😳😳 @therealjosephmorgan #cw #tvd #to @thecw @thecwtvd @theoriginals #theoriginals #thevampirediaries #josephmorgan #niklaus #mikaelson #niklausmikaelson #family #bond #brothersbond #alwaysandforever #klaroline #crazybeautifulyou #vampire #werewolves #witches #heretics #heroes #villains #disney @apple #netflix #damonsalvatore #katherinepierce #katerinapetrova #jeremygilbert #anna #doyouwannabuildasnowman? My hashtags.are funny 🤩🥰 XD! just because @:) :P https://www.instagram.com/p/ChRZIKaO_zN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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triplehmunson · 4 months
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𝙿𝙾𝚅: (The best day of your life)
You meeting Joseph Morgan on a TVD Cómic- Con, and he look at you he thinks you are the most beautiful girl have he ever seen... When you close to him so that he can sign a t-shirt with the logo of the series, he looks at you and smiles at you, you blush a lot and just when you were about to leave, he takes your hand and stops you, you look back at him nervously and when he sees this he tells you :
J: Umm I’m sorry if I put you uncomfortable, but you are so beautiful.
Y/n: Oh umm I- don't worry sir Morgan
J: Oh no no please call me Joseph, because otherwise I'll think I'm old hahaha...
Y/n: *You blush so hard*
J: Awww haha you are cute when you blush, What's your name sweetie?
Y/n: Y/n Reigns *smile*
J: Oh it's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl like you *smile* btw just in case your father is not Roman Reigns, the famous WWE wrestler?
Y/n: Oh lord heheh yes, he is my father...
J: So your real name be Y/n Anoa'i?
Y/n: 👇 Yes ofc, but my father when I meet a new people, he prefers that I introduce myself with his wrestler's last name, rather than my real one for privacy reasons hehe
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J: Oh this is so good, yk precious I admire so much your father, the great tribal chief *smile*
Y/n: Yes haha, he is…
J: You know what precious?
Y/n: What?
J: You are so beautiful *smirk*
Y/n: *You blush so hard* Umm I- thanks
J: *He start laughing* Oh lord you are so cute precious, I have a question for you…
Y/n: I- I yes, tell me
J: Are you single?
Y/n: Umm I- yes, why?
J: Just curiosity
Y/n: Oh heheh *You blush*
J: And to answer your question, if I'm single... I ended my relationship 2 years ago and I felt like it wasn't working anymore. *smirk*
Y/n: *Shocked* How? You- How did you know I was going to ask you that?
J: Your pretty face tells me everything... 👇
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Y/n: Oh please stop I feel embarrassed…
J: *He start laughing* You are so cute
J: *He give you his phone number written down on a piece of paper*
Y/n: Oh lord I- I don’t know can I say…
J: Only taken the number and if you want, you can call me… precious *He winks you*
Y/n: Oh gosh I- I try to call you don’t worry heheh
J: I hope so precious, well maybe see you in another chance and maybe we can have a date…
Y/n: I hope so Joseph, thanks for this, you are so sweet…
J: You too precious, I hope one day I can meeting my new father-in-law
Y/n: *You blush so hard* I-
Joseph get up off his chair and he close to you and gives you a kiss on your cheek, you literally had to hold on to the table to avoid fainting. After that "little" encounter you left with a great experience in your mind, you knew that this was going to be a great day, you felt it and in the end if it was like that, you had to tell this to your "uncles" Jimmy and Jey, and Obviously you were going to call him, you weren't stupid, you couldn't miss this great opportunity.
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klaysexual · 2 years
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THE ORIGINALS Comic Con Panel Phoseph Icon 🥹🤍
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henryskillerism · 10 months
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From One Bloodied Hand To Another , Part III
 Journal Entry, Page 37, candlelit on a cherry desk 
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Cordon Grey is incomparable to a good man when in shadows he stands as the form of a monster. Let me explain...
My first killings attempt was of no solace to me. I had not yet found a home in my prodigal signature. I had none. I’d chosen, at first, to slit his throat in his sleep and found no reward in the darkness of leaving the light off, in the lack of being able to see the shock in his eyes. To me, it resembled art. Art I had missed out on. 
Demetri’s kill was a loss to me, but it gave no pause to discovering my new obsession.
Patriot Mathers was a newcomer in suicide group-therapy ( He was the only one who didn’t speak, besides I, the observer ) and ( like Demetri from the hospital ) I'd followed him home. Patriot was neat, an avid reader, and it was clear that he was abnormally well-designed and kept everything usually in place, except, ironically, everything was filled to the brim with a heavy coat of dust and upon entering his bedroom he’d sneeze a dozen times throughout the night in reaction. ( Clearly, he was allergic. I'd noted that ) The place hadn’t been swept in over a month and the dishes were piled something terrible in the sink. ( Men never liked to do dishes. ) And I ached to tidy everything but I was sure that he'd notice. I only took a wash-rag from a large pile of them kept in a kitchen drawer. ( Unless he counted them, he wouldn’t know it was missing. And since he hardly did the dishes, my guess is he didn't. ) I installed cameras disguised as smoke detectors in the place of his old ones and connected them to a spare phone I use specifically to watch my victims. Patriot seemed to sleep more than he did anything else. It was depression at its finest. Patriot liked to write notes to himself, leaving them in various places around his apartment. He wrote on his calendar for the whole of the month, but never crossed any of the days out. ‘Dr. Grey’ seemed to come up a lot. ‘Therapy appointment.’ That was the curiosity. What was it like to see a therapist? What did they say to you in session?
Of course, I didn’t mean to meet Dr. Grey in the way that I did, two of five in the back of the elevator. And usually, I wouldn't have picked up a personal item someone had dropped in favor of decency until I read what I did. His composition notebook flew open to the page. Really, it wasn’t my fault. What had he written?: “𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒆. 𝑰 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆.”
and I thought, ‘how peculiar.... a therapist with a death wish.’ Which, assumed correctly, not just by the leather shoulder-bag he used as a briefcase, but because I was his next patient. I stood amused for how the secretary had delivered me directly to his care, only to find out that the composition-man was the infamous doctor himself. 
And oh, I tried to smile sweetly but it came out some sick kind of thing. If only I could’ve read his mind, that would’ve made it all the more better. And like so, with new obsession, the draw I felt to darken over Patriot seemed to fade to.....Grey.
Cordon lives in a house too large for comfort for a person that lives alone. He’s incredibly neat but not built for wall decoration and always finds time to keep his hair very kempt. He seems to ponder over his memories of caging school-girls from sororities in college shortcomings almost more than anything else. He says he ‘drugged them to keep them agreeable, but enjoyed the in-depth conversations they had while they were conscious.’ He said one ‘didn’t beg for her life, and that’s why he let her go.’ and it made me wonder how he made his pick, and 𝒘𝒉𝒚 he felt he had to make it. I didn't understand his calling. 
He seemed fascinated by the rot of disorders that had made their way inside the female brain. He liked them ‘ruined’ he’d say, so he could ‘build them back up again.’ He didn’t want to kill them. He always wrote how he let them go, with a threat & a promise that they would never tell the tale. It took me several times of re-returning to read all I could. He kept his composition under the floorboard, which had been slightly left ajar in a hurry and were noticeable when I entered his room. And seven-seven pages in a row, he contemplated taking his life from his sweet misfortune with a victim named ‘Lily.’ And this one—he hardly knew.
He liked to drug girls and keep them, then eventually, when he deceived them to trust in an inevitable trauma-bond, he would let them go. None ever told, and if they did, he’d threaten until the case were dropped, then sue them for defamation of character. That only happened once. Then he’d paid to have it taken down from the internet. Plausible deniability. ( But it’s still there if you know where to look, and so is his address, along with a $50 owed tax on a white truck he sometimes used. ) On this occasion, He’d never gotten Lily out of the room. He'd tried to abduct her in his new solo practice, the first patient he ever had, and had miscalculated the dose of the drug he usually used and killed her almost instantly. He shamed himself for it daily, and even, convinced himself he had killed the love of his life. He compared her to Juliet and various characters from long ago stories & plays and it became clear from the stains that he’d wept upon the pages. And since then, Cordon hadn’t abducted anyone else for a pet. It seemed to be around a year ago. Instead, he’d taken on new patients and set out to convince himself he was ‘trying to be good’ and found joy in the way he could heal the suffering in their desolation.
I returned the notebook but put the wood completely back into place. I wanted him to notice. What's a bit of hair raised on a neck? The first time, he’d question himself. The next time something differed—he’d get his mind off Lily. But I wasn't sure if I wanted to punish him, bring his greatest fears to life,  simply kill him all together or worship him for the masterpiece that he was⸺cruel⸺but masterful. A therapist that was suicidal, who liked to drug girls and keep them, who ‘accidentally killed the love of his life’ the love of his life he knew nothing about, and who felt an endless guilt, not for the drugging, nor abduction, but for the murder he had committed. 
A very grey conscience for a man with the name Grey.
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chlodavids · 2 years
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hi can you do headcanons about joseph morgan having a crush on you?
Joseph Morgan Headcanon
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How Joseph would react to having a crush on you :
At first he would start to deny it and saying "you're just a friend"
He then would start realising you are not just a friend because Gillies pointed it out that he was staring a lot
He would always try to strike up a conversation with you to find out how to impress you
But what he didn't know is that y/n had a crush on him
In interviews with the cast he would always try sitting next to her and whisper in her ear
Months go by and he finally has the courage to ask you on a date
Let's be real he'll be a complete gentleman and bring you flowers, pull out your chair, pay for dinner, open your doors and ask if he can kiss you
You try to keep your relationship a secret from the public but the cast already knew and Claire accidentally outs the relationship in a interview
Some fans are happy about it because Joseph is happy and smiling more
Others are hateful but you both don't care
Example of what he post
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JosephMorgan - she's mine
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yourusername - happy boy
You get married after 2 years of dating
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jodiecomer09 · 9 months
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You had always been fascinated by the Mikaelsons, the original vampires who ruled New Orleans with an iron fist. You were a witch, but you didn’t belong to any of the covens that served them. You preferred to keep your distance and practice your magic in secret.
But fate had other plans for you. One night, you stumbled upon a ritual that was meant to resurrect the fallen Mikaelson siblings, who had been daggered by their vengeful brother Klaus. You felt a surge of power as you witnessed the spell, and before you knew it, you were caught in the middle of a family reunion.
You locked eyes with Elijah, the noble and honorable eldest brother. He looked at you with curiosity and admiration, as if he sensed something special about you. He approached you slowly, his gaze never leaving yours.
“Who are you?” he asked in a deep and smooth voice.
You felt your heart skip a beat as you answered him.
“I’m y/n. And you are?”
He smiled slightly, his dimples showing.
“I’m Elijah. Elijah Mikaelson. And I’m very pleased to meet you.” He offered you his hand, and you took it without hesitation. He led you out of the cemetery, where the ritual had taken place, and into his car. He drove you to the Mikaelson mansion, where he invited you to stay for the night.
You agreed, feeling a strange attraction to him. You wondered what he wanted from you, and what he would do to you. You followed him to his room, where he closed the door behind him. He turned to face you, his eyes burning with intensity.
"Y/n, I have to ask you something. How did you find yourself in the middle of our resurrection? Do you have anything to do with it?" You shook your head, feeling nervous.
"No, I swear. I was just passing by, and I saw the witches performing the spell. I didn't know what they were doing, or who they were bringing back. I was just curious."
He nodded, seeming to believe you. "I see. Well, then, I owe you my gratitude. You witnessed one of the most important moments of my life. The reunion of my family." He moved closer to you, his hand reaching for your cheek.
"You also witnessed something else. Something that I haven't felt in a long time. A connection. With you."
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jsmali12 · 2 years
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Marla Gibert[1] (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/310553455-marla-gibert-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=JamalHunter773591&wp_originator=wl2JIbOImPzX4ndf%2Fy%2FdZF30X7haePh2OFjVv3rtE6%2BJ4ZsYyR%2Fp6QIZi%2B77SGqwfrcjZdsbOHy%2B0YeKCGzH%2BByeW3NK%2F5C4MyEQVHAC2p1JQogBS8kxQDmGIb6JmFJN Marla Gibert was the lost twin of Elena Gibert. What happens if she moves in Mystic Falls where the Scooby Gang notices her.
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klaustopia · 1 year
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@JosephMorgan Be fuvking for real right now !
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@klausysworld We are always right😋
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