#*milligan

[oflightningandstars]

💧 Can we get some happy tears for Milligan?

happy tears for Milligan (and Kate)

[martianbugsbunny]

Milligan and Moocho Brazos are married

[bi-demon-ium]

milligan is forklift certified. i know this in my heart

[thesorrowoflizards]

at the beginning, before all of this happened, it was just two people against the world. listening to each other when no one else would.

↳ for @comfortblr's valentine's day event! prompt: comfort ships.

[digitalartgalleryblog]

[sophieswundergarten]

(Also very much not to do with me digging through everyone's past fics for the last week /s)

I think the Benedict humans should have more unconventional/interesting communication methods!! Specifically, I was thinking of ASL, because I really love learning it, but then it occurred to me that it would be fun if each duo/trio/group in the family had their own preferred way to talk.

I imagine that all of the kids use morse code (They teach Martina and SQ), while the adults favour sign. Within that, of course Miss Perumal and Reynie speak Tamil, and I feel like Mr. Benedict and Sticky would use Greek or Latin with each other.

Milligan and Kate have some complex system that consists mostly of their farm-code terms and meaningful glances (Moocho can participate in most of it, but his meaningful glances aren't compatible with both of them at the same time, so it takes longer).

I think Sticky and Reynie would be the type of silly people to sit down and teach themselves, like, Quenya (A Tolkien elvish conlang) or something just for kicks. Kate tried to learn with them, but she wasn't having near as much fun so it's something just the two of them do. Mr. Benedict knows Sindarin (Other Tolkien elf conlang), but it doesn't help him much.

Constance and Mr. Benedict have perfected a form of communication that is exclusively reciting snippets of poetry to each other. It's actually kind of impressive. They make it a game, and when one of them uses a poet the other doesn't know, they break off to ask about it. This was initially supposed to be part of Constance's schooling and broaden her artistic horizons, but she's stubborn and kept coming back to it so as not to admit defeat (And it fully delights Mr. Benedict anyway, so he lets it continue until it's just another thing they do)

I'm going to (sort of) pull this from the books and say that the twins speak to each other in Dutch. Rhonda, Number Two, Milligan, and Sticky all know a little or have picked it up over the years just from being around Nicholas, but when he and Nathaniel are in a room together they go too fast for anyone else to follow properly.

For some reason, I feel like Rhonda and Number Two (Besides the obvious Sister Speak that they're beginning to let Constance into) would enjoy speaking German or French? I'm not super sure where that idea came from, but there you go. (Their sister ability to communicate is a lot of sideways glances and exaggerated facial expressions, but it is occasionally supplemented with hand signals)

SQ leaves little written notes everywhere. Sometimes he puts them in spots that he knows only one person will get into (The cabinet with Number Two's mixing bowls, Mr. B's pen drawer, Sticky's encyclopedia shelf), but he also likes to sneak them into jacket pockets and things. His favourite is to try and slip them into Kate's bucket. He likes to use a special color code for each person when he can, so that way if someone gets into the mixing bowls and sees a little yellow slip of paper, they'll know who it is intended for.

Reynie's been asking Milligan to teach him some "spy codes", so they will often communicate short messages with an Alpha-Bravo-Charlie and number strategy, mostly assigning each member of the family a short "callsign" of sorts and then using it to check where someone is with each other.

Constance and Sticky, surprisingly, have worked out a fairly good system with their cheating morse code. They got a lot better at it, and now can do it so subtly and quickly that it's hard for anyone else to catch.

Martina and Kate make up absurdly long nicknames and terms for activities/locations and turn them into acronyms. They are fantastically over-complicated and no one has even tried to puzzle out what they're talking about.

[amuseablesun]

hey, mysterious benedict society enjoyers!

i read about the series getting scrubbed from disney+ and it genuinely broke my heart. the novels were my comfort series as a kid and i wanted a tv/movie adaptation for as long as i can remember. for it to be scrubbed like this just so disney can cheat their writers and not pay their taxes is nothing short of disrespectful to the people who worked on the show. i refuse to let it hit the memory hole.

i have a full copy of the show, both seasons, available as .mp4 files, and i'm happy to share! i'm not gonna drop a link or anything in here bc i would like to keep my blog, but if you want the files just dm me! i'm glad to send it over.

[asoftersociety]

I want to just disappear/and have wild adventures/if only in the imagination of the people I left behind.

[mysteriouseggsbenedict]

comedic fluff!

Milligan closed his eyes briefly as he sank into his favorite chair. The day had been long, the breaks had been short, and he probably needed a new pair of sensible work shoes. The oblivion of darkness behind his eyes suddenly dissipated as a voice began calling his name, pulling him regretfully back towards wakefulness.

"Dad! There you are! The materials for the human rocket launcher just came in, and you'll remember they were supposed to be delivered yesterday, so we're already behind schedule, and—"

"Kate?"

Nicholas's voice interrupted his daughter's excited babble.

"I'm sure Milligan would love to help with the human rocket launcher, but I also imagine he's very tired. Why don't you ask if Number Two would like to assist you, at least for this beginning stage of the operation?"

Milligan yawned. "He's right, Katie-Cat, I'm beat. I'm sure Number Two would love to— wait— rocket launcher?"

"Hmm. You're right, Mr. Benedict," said Kate. "Number Two will be a better helper. Sorry, dad, but all that "safety" mumbo-jumbo you talk about tends to slow down plans."

Milligan's eyes shot all the way open.

"That's not what Mr. Benedict meant!"

Before he could spring up from the chair, though, Kate was scampering off in search of their yellow companion, and Nicholas had places his hands on Milligan's shoulders. He rubbed his thumbs into the tight muscles which Kate's surely-very-dangerous plans had just aggravated even further.

"She'll be fine. Number Two has enough sense in her, you know."

"Does she, though?" Milligan questioned.

"She does," Nicholas assured. "She's already built some suits for the children to wear that will prevent injuries. They look rather like marshmallows. Ideally they'll land on the air mattresses, anyway, so really it shouldn't be any more dangerous than her zipline project."

"Oh, don't remind me of the zipline," Milligan groaned. He couldn't help yawning again. Perhaps he wasn't the best father, if his daughter being in imminent danger of launching herself skyward didn't make him any less sleepy.

"I'm more worried about you getting some rest than I am about Kate and her rocket launcher," said Nicholas. Milligan groaned again. Nicholas squished himself into the portion of chair not filled by Milligan and promptly curled up like a cat.

Nicholas smirked, because he knew that Milligan knew the rule. You can't get up when a cat (or a Nicholas) is curled on your lap.

Milligan's worries faded enough for him to drift off in his chair when he heard Kate laughing from outside the living room window, the soft breathing of Nicholas, and absolutely no violent crashing sounds.

[ofmonstersandmagicians]

I've been working on making cooler moodboards lately and this is one I made for George "Sticky" Washington

[oflightningandstars]

Moocho/Milligan snibbet from Milligan fatigue au (nebulous collection of ideas)

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry."

Milligan curled closer into Moocho and let out a pained noise.

Moocho wrapped his arm more securely around Milligan, and gently placed his other hand on Milligan's cheek, tilting his face towards his own.

Milligan's cheeks were wet with tears and his eyes were red above dark bags. He was looking away from Moocho, as if by not observing Moocho he could prevent Moocho from observing him. Moocho's heart broke once again.

"Milligan." His voice was soft. "Look at me, please."

Milligan slowly turned his eyes towards Moocho. Moocho smiled reassuringly. "There you go."

Moocho pressed a kiss to Milligan's forehead, then pulled back to look at him.

"You do not owe us anything, Milligan. We all love you so much just for you. Whether you have energy or not. You know Mr. Benedict thinks things will get better, but even if they don't, or if it takes years, we will all love you and take care of you. I promise."

Milligan made a noise that sounded concerningly close to a sob and buried his face in Moocho's chest.

Moocho held him close, rubbing soothing circles into his back as he cried. He murmured soothing noises and began rocking slightly back and forth, and Milligan moved easily with him.

After a bit, Milligan's tears slowed. Moocho kept up the rocking; it seemed to be helping.

Eventually, Milligan sniffed and leaned back, scrubbing at his face with a hand.

"I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for, honey. Nothing."

Milligan didn't respond.

Moocho noticed that his eyes had a somewhat glassy sheen; he was staring into space just over Moocho's shoulder.

"Do you want to sleep, honey?"

It took a second for Milligan to respond, with a quiet "yes, please."

"Alright." Moocho smiled gently at Milligan, who was now blinking blearily at him. Oh, he was adorable.

"You are so sweet, did you know that?" Moocho said, quiet. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." Milligan sounded like he was falling asleep already.

Moocho gathered Milligan into his arms, and Milligan melted completely.

"Sleep well, my love," Moocho murmured as he settled himself and Milligan onto the pillows and pulled the comforter over them.

[bi-octavius]

forever wishing nicholas/milligan could be canon and they’d get to kissy smooch but knowing disney is arguably pretty fucking stupid when it comes to good/wholesome lgbtqia+ rep

[mrnicholasbenedict]

various doodles from the first week of classes. respectively in: my notetaking app (supposed to be taking notes), a small sketchbook, a sticky note, and the margins of my paper notes

[bi-demon-ium]

pat :)

↳ for @sophieswundergarten as requested :)

[nobodysdaydreams]

We need to talk about the fact that the brain sweeper is Dr. Garrison’s invention and she probably was the one who brain-swept Milligan.

In which case, I wonder if she remembers anything about Milligan’s past 👀 I wonder if she was actually the one that brain-swept him (she probably did it was her invention or maybe Curtain went behind her back and didn’t do it right which is why Milligan still had a vague memory), but I also wonder if at some point she allowed him to escape or felt super guilty. Everyone talks about Reynie’s speech, but honestly, I hope Kate plays that card when Garrison’s trying to brain-sweep them.

Kate: Well it figures you’d try this since you were willing to brain sweep my dad. At least this time we probably won’t be separated for as long as 9 years because he still remembers we found each other. Even if we forget everyone we care about, they’ll remember us. And I doubt you’d be able to force my dad into this machine and successfully destroy his memories since you already failed twice. So go ahead. Do your worst.

Garrison (who was relieved when Milligan and Kate showed up together to stop Curtain because it “meant” the brain sweeping hadn’t destroyed Milligan’s memories of Kate or separated them at all and is now suddenly eaten alive by guilt because, oh actually, the trace memories weren’t enough to keep them together and she (or at the very least her inventions) separated a child from her father, who used to be her coworker and a possible friend): Milligan… …I… that wasn’t supposed to happen… … … Kate? I… I’m… *breaks down in tears*