Cyr-frey - Commander Donald Morgan.

Harry: Hey Morgan can you-

Morgan: Mes dieux. Combien de fois dois-je le dire.

Harry: I swear to God-

Morgan: Je ne parle pas anglais.

This is a canon interaction between Harry and Morgan. Nobody can tell me otherwise.

Submitted Prompt #62

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news–”

“Let me stop you right there. You do like being the bearer of bad news. You enjoy it. It’s who and what you are. Continue.”

My one of my two favorite scenes from Turn Coat

“It’s a tough target,” I admitted. “It knows magic, and how to defend against it.” “Yes,” Morgan said. He watched me pick a preloaded syringe of antibiotics from the cooler. “And its abilities are more than the equal of both of us put together.” “Jinkies,” I said. I primed the syringe and pushed the antibiotics into the IV line. Then I got the codeine and a cup of water, offering Morgan both. He downed the pills, laid his head back wearily, and closed his eyes. “I Saw one once, too,” he said. I started cleaning up. I didn’t say anything. “They aren’t invulnerable. They can be killed.” I tossed wrappers into the trash can and restored equipment to the medical kit. I grimaced at the bloodied rug that still lay beneath Morgan. I’d have to get that out from under him soon. I turned to leave, but stopped in the doorway. “How’d you do it?” I asked, without looking behind me. It took him a moment to answer. I thought he’d passed out again. “It was the fifties,” he said. “Started in New Mexico. It followed me to Nevada. I lured it onto a government testing site, and stepped across into the Nevernever just before the bomb went off.” I blinked and looked over my shoulder at him. “You nuked it?” He opened one eye and smiled. It was sort of creepy. “Stars and stones… that’s…” I had to call a spade a spade. “Kind of cool.” “Gets me to sleep at night,” he mumbled. He closed his eye again, sighed, and let his head sag a little to one side.

guy who hasn't had lunch yet: does the entire world feel doomed to anyone else or is this one just between me and the flaming skull

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Oh I would definitely lose, but I'd at least try.

I would arm wrestle Jim Butcher for Morgan’s full backstory. 

Reblog and put in the tags: If you could pick a fictional character from absolutely any piece of media In Which They Do Not Say Fuck, and give them the ability to say fuck in canon, who would it be?

Morgan: We're screwed.

Carlos: I don't wanna hear that negative attitude.

Morgan: We're screwed!

Carlos: That's more like it!

Anastasia: Hey Morgan, how are you feeling?

Morgan: Alright, I've got this headache though. It comes and goes.

Harry: *enters the room*

Morgan: Oh look, there it is.