Cameron Is Doing Lockwoods Smile Perfectly! It Reminds Me Of How Its Described In The Books. Where If

Cameron is doing Lockwood’s smile perfectly! It reminds me of how it’s described in the books. Where if you’re determined to be mad at Lockwood you can’t look at him smile.

Locklyle chemistry read!!

From Complete Fiction Pictures twitter (x)

Lucy,

I love you

(I don’t know how to tell you that)

I’ll make and fix you toast

(I can’t make much)

I’ll ask you to stay

(I need you)

I’ll die for you

(My love language is self-sacrifice. Yeah, I know. I’ll work on it.)

Don’t give up on me

(I love you)

You stayed

(Thank you)

~ Lockwood

Lockwood and Co Costume Tests - Summer 2021

From Complete Fiction Pictures Twitter

Lockwood: Goodnight moon.

Lockwood: Goodnight tree.

Lockwood: Goodnight ghosts that only I can see.

Kipps: I TOLD YOU TO STOP SAYING THAT YOURE FREAKING ME OUT

Lockwood: should’ve remembered the goggles then

They need to give us more seasons of Lockwood & Co simply because I need to see Kipps's face when they tell him they broke into the Black Library at Fittes

not to be insane about her on main but you know I never stopped thinking about jessica right. you know I never stopped thinking about jess lockwood

shes like. she's JESS.

shes haunting the narrative. she's haunting lockwood. shes haunting nothing at all, in the literal sense, which is rather strange. shes in Lucy's face and the way she stands at the door. shes got lockwoods eyes, or maybe hes got hers. she's burned into her bedset. she's burned into her house. she's burned into wood. she's a broken pot. she's a clumsy rapier. she's waiting at the apple tree. shes sleeping under her covers. she likes stickers. she's a kid, she's a guardian, she's not going to take off the baby wallpaper in her bedroom. she's clung to youth. she's forced to grow up. she's younger than her baby brother. she's the world. shes important enough to die for. she's important enough to live because of. she's blue and swollen and on the floor and dead. she's pale and smiling and holding her brother in her lap, immortalized, shoved in a dresser drawer because somebody couldnt handle seeing her face.

she's that important. she's that important.

she's a lockwood, she's a mirror, she's lucy joan carlyle and anthony john lockwood and a reminder and a child and doomed, doomed, doomed in such a way that she could save everyone else.

she's the boxes lockwood couldn't open. she's the right time. she's warm feathers and stitches purposefully undone.

in her childishly wallpapered room, she is sitting, watching, cross legged on her bed.