Guy Who Hasn't Had Lunch Yet: Does The Entire World Feel Doomed To Anyone Else Or Is This One Just Between

My hcs are either about morgan having a huge extended family to no family at all and there's no in between, idk which I like more

Harry to Butters: Listen, you just saved me from having “Disemboweled by ancient sailor with a snake fetish.” carved on my tombstone, so let me give you some free advice.  There are an astounding amount of powerful people in this world.  And a lot of them are flat-out crazy.  So…. Trust me…..  You will always be in over your head.  Always.

*Morgan jumps by using geomancy to crush dozens of zombies under a mountain of earth*

Harry: Unless you’re Morgan.

Butters: Nice sword.

puts a bow in his hair and grabs his face to apply lipgloss and sends him to war and he kills 10,000 men

Love Letter to Donald Morgan

This is the character in the Dresden Files that I love beyond reason. Not my favorite, or the best, but the one that I love reading and wish we could have more of.

1) I always love the lawful extreme character (Morgan, Javert, etc.) While these characters are almost always antagonists, the way they hold themselves to these rigid ideals they hold is pretty awesome. And the extreme makes the times we do see them in conflict with their rigid ideals is so fascinating.

2) We know that we’re getting a bias view of Morgan from Harry, and he’s lived through a ton of horrifying scenarios that have shaped his approach to being a warden. At least one of these involves, not just throwing down with a Naagloshii, but being so tactically adept that he manages to TRICK IT INTO BEING NUKED while evading it to escape. There’s a reason he’s a well-respected warden. He’s a badass.

3) Even while hating Dresden and thinking he’ll eventually turn evil in book 1: Morgan immediately rescues him when Dresden is shown to not be the killer and admits officially and publicly the white council (including him) was wrong about Dresden. He’ll hand you a shovel so you can dig your own grave, but he will also go 100% to bat for you if he knows you’re in the clear.

4) Consistency. Wizards, in his opinion, have a lot of power and must be held accountable for their control. When that power’s been abused, that control is suspect and should be tested. Doesn’t mater if you’re 30+ yo antagonistic obnoxious man or an attractive ~20yo (I think) woman actively helping him. He doesn’t believe in playing softball. And while I don’t agree with his philosophy, I respect the hell out of how subtly he implements it and stands by it.

Who does Jim Butcher think he is, ripping my heart out

Harry: It’s over. We won.

*behind Harry the monster slowly stands back up*

Karrin:

Michael:

Molly: *starts to point*

Harry: No. We won. I’m not turning around and looking at it. We won.

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.

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.

No, but seriously, do you know how amazing Vincent Price is?

Not just as an actor, although he was a blast to watch in everything he did.  He’s one of those actors who’s just clearly having a whale of a time, no matter how bad the film is.  He’s just genuinely happy to be there (it makes his villains a particular delight, and he played a LOT of them).

But did you know that he was also on the PFLAG board after his daughter came out to him?  And that he was one of the earliest celebrities to speak out against the silence surrounding the AIDS epidemic?

Did you know that when his daughter came out to him, he admitted to her that it had been difficult for him during his first two marriages, because his wives had not been pleased to find out that their husband was just as interested in men as they were?

That’s right, kids, Vincent Price was BISEXUAL AS FUCK, and it was one of those open Hollywood secrets.  And his wife Coral Browne?  The one he grew old with and wrote cookbooks with and was basically ridiculously sweet with?

Also bisexual as fuck.  They were the queer power couple of Hollywood in the 70s.  His daughter, Victoria, grew up around Rock Hudson and members of the LGBT community.  When she came out, Vincent Price became a board member of PFLAG and was just about the most accepting and awesome dad.

Did you know that Vincent Price played Oscar Wilde in a one-man play, and when it was denounced by anti-gay activist Anita Bryant, he dismissed her right back, saying that Oscar Wilde had already come up with a term for her: a Woman of No Importance?  Because Vincent Price was deliciously witty and an awesome person.

Let me conclude with a quote from his daughter (from this article, where I got a lot of this information):

‘“In a funny way, and I think I’m going to cry, he understood me at 22 better than I understood myself then,” Price concluded. “Of course, he was in his 70s and lived a hell of a lot longer than I had, and he understood that at the end of the day it’s about who and what and how we love. And I have not been a person who has been very successful at conventional relationships, but loving well and loving deeply has been the most important thing to me.”’

Happy birthday, Vincent Price.  You were a gem of an actor, and an even greater human being.