Totally Real Fact:

I'd chip in to pay for that

Meets Morgan in Storm Blood: Little trigger happy that one. Every subsequent meeting after: I...gods I hate that guy. Has just finished reading Turn Coat: I came out here to hate Morgan and I am feeling so attacked right now. First of all fuck you for making me care about him and second of all, who can I pay to animate Morgan nuking a Shagnasty?

I would love to see that.

Morgan is a bastard, but hes OUR bastard.

Widowmaker x Hanzo for anon, I hope you like it!!

[More Overwatch Ships]

Bill: What's your first name?

Morgan: Commander.

Bill: I don't think that's it.

Morgan, pulling a false birth certificate with "Commander" on it out of his coat: Wanna bet.

^ Things Morgan keeps insisting when all the not super weirdly tall people around him call him super weirdly tall 

If this isnt calling me out I dont know what it

Choosing an unpopular character as your favorite like

Charity: knock knock

Michael: Who's there? I hope it's you, because you're the best.

I promise I’m actually going to do these. I’m sorry they’re taking so long

Hey I just hit 100 followers so give me a bit and I’ll post 100 headcanons.

Funny story the first time I read Storm Front I somehow managed to entirely gloss over Morgan's physical description outside of "tall and have sword" - I have no fucking idea how I did it but it happened - and when I went back to reread my favorite parts I saw it like a solid two months after I'd finished the book and had a VERY different picture of him in mind. The part that shook me the most was the ponytail, I had always pictured him with short hair up until then

When the author describes a character’s appearance way too late and you have to quickly redesign the image you already have for them in your head:

Carlos: Morgan, come get this spider. I can’t get to it.

Morgan: I’m the justice department, not the pest control department

Headcanon:

Carlos refers to Morgan as "Uncle Morgan" on a regular basis. Morgan has given up on trying to get him to stop.