#Benedict I’m diagnosing you

[starlooove]

We coulda gotten the third hottest sex scene in the show rn

[fayes-fics]

Doctor’s Orders

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, modern AU

Summary: Someone decides to play doctor to ameliorate your bad day…

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, doctor/patient roleplay, dom/sub tones, ‘medical examination’ with use of stethoscope and latex gloves, voluntary breathplay, cardiophilia, vaginal fingering, edging.

Word Count: 4.5 k

Authors Note: this is a long-awaited (9 months!) request fill for the lovely @eleanor-bradstreet. My dear, I hope this is somewhat worth the wait. To anyone medically trained, yes, I know what he does is wrong/inaccurate, but that’s the whole point: he’s a somewhat clueless but enthusiastic roleplaying boy, not a real doctor. Thank you to @colettebronte for the read-through and suggestions. Enjoy! <3

It’s been one of those spectacularly shit days at work. When you get to your boyfriend’s flat, all you want to do is shower, crash out and watch brainless TV together.

“Bad day?” Benedict intuits, wandering over from the kitchen, casual in shorts and a t-shirt, as you drop your bag like a tonne of bricks near his front door and pout.

“Hate my job,” you whine, burying your head into his shoulder as he chuckles affectionately, pulling you into his arms and busses a kiss onto your temple.

“No, you don’t; you love your job. You just didn’t love it today,” he smiles into your hair.

“Urgh, fine, yes, Mr EQ, yes, that's true,” you huff his neck, enjoying his clean scent.

“Come with me, my stressed-out noodle,” he offers good-naturedly, withdrawing from the embrace and lacing your fingers with his. He backs up, pulling you along with him further into the flat.

“Where are we going?” you pout again.

“To eat, I made us dinner,” he smiles, something melting in your chest at the sweet gesture. 

“Do I have time to shower first?” you ask, wanting to remove all physical traces of this workday from your skin.

“Of course, be my guest,” he nods towards his room, with the en suite bathroom beyond, and you drop a kiss on his cheek as you go.

—

Fifteen minutes later, you emerge freshly showered and wearing some of his clothes- a t-shirt that swamps you and jogging bottoms you have to roll up at the waist. You take a seat at the kitchen island and tuck into the amazing-smelling food he has laid out, even giving you a comedic bow as you reenter the room.

The food tastes like heaven, and you can't stop the appreciative moans at the flavour explosion on your tongue.

“Fuck Ben, this is delicious,” you assert as you swallow the mouthful.

His face lights up with that beguiling smile that hooked you in the first place all those months ago, and you can't help but lean in and give him a quick peck.

“So do you want to talk about the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day? Or is this more of a big glass of wine and stfu sort of deal?“ he hedges amiably, assessing your needs.

You sigh as you finish your next bite. “Honestly? I don't know. I’m so stressed about it all I sort of don’t want to talk about it. I feel like I need to be one of those Regency ladies who is prescribed a trip to the seaside for my nerves, you know?” you jest, circling your empty fork in the air to highlight your point.

He barks a laugh. “Funny you should say that; I was just reading a book about hilarious historical cures.”

“Yeah…?” your interest piqued.

“Dorset left it out,” he explains, referring to his roommate, a junior doctor at Guys Hospital. “It's hilarious. But I don't think they would diagnose you with a trip to the seaside, at least not based on what I’ve read.”

You swivel on your stool to face him. “Oh no? Then what would I have been prescribed, Dr Bridgerton?” you jest, leaning your chin on your hand and arching a challenging brow. But you don't miss how his pupils dilate a fraction as you address him such.

He turns towards you with a laconic smile. “You likely would have been prescribed a course of pelvic stimulations.”

You are glad you hadn't taken another bite of dinner, as you would have sprayed him with food with that spit take.

“What?!? No!” you laugh incredulously.

“Don't believe me? Go look,” he challenges, gesturing to the book on the coffee table.

“So… Is that what I think it is? Women would literally be told, medically, to masturbate?” you giggle, disbelieving.

“Oh no,” he corrects. “You wouldn't do it; the doctor would.”

“What the…??”

“Yup… ‘to alleviate the female hysterics’,” he chimes, affecting an old-timely announcer voice.

“With what?” you ponder aloud, still utterly perplexed.

“Hands, I would assume,” he breezes. “Why? Would you like a helping hand?” he winks, wiggling his eyebrows comically.

“I mean….” you trail off, still laughing but feeling a tiny buzz between your legs at the idea. “I'm not going to say no… Doctor Bridgerton,” you banter back.

Benedict puts down his fork, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows his bite of food and turns slowly towards you, an enigmatic glint in his eye.

“Well, now, you will need a thorough medical examination before I can determine if such a prescription is even the correct one,” he throws out, still with a jovial air, but the dropped octave is decidedly suggestive.

“How long until I can get an appointment?” you shoot back, feeling the atmosphere in the room shift, the dynamic between you playful but with a definite undercurrent of heat now.

“The doctor is always in… for you,” he answers, a hand landing heavily on your knee. “If you are ready, please go wait in the exam room,” Benedict responds, signalling to the sofa, that hand squeezing slightly. “The doctor can be right with you.”

You giggle and shoot him a ‘Are we really doing this?’ look. When he nods, you wiggle off the stool and drift over to the sectional as he disappears down the hallway, your half-eaten dinners now very much abandoned. Little butterflies in your stomach as you perch, eagerly awaiting his return.

When he re-enters the room, you almost forget how to breathe. He has obviously raided his flatmate's room and come out wearing a white doctor’s overcoat, his shapely calves bare beneath the hem, a stethoscope slung casually around his shoulders. He has also dug out his reading glasses to complete the look. He is so utterly convincing you don't know what to think, except…. Oh fuck yes.

“Good afternoon, Miss y/l/n,” he greets, stepping effortlessly into the roleplay. “I'm Dr Bridgerton. Tell me, what ails you today?” 

He sits on the coffee table right in front of you, looking at you expectantly for your response.

“Hello, doctor,” you begin, stilted, still a little discombobulated by his appearance and how utterly aroused you are by it. “I… I am overworked in my job and don't know the best way to relieve the stress I feel….” 

“Well, I am sorry to hear that. Let us do a basic examination so I can rule out any possible physical ailments and go from there.” Before you can respond, he produces disposable gloves from his overcoat pocket and snaps them on, your tummy fluttering at the sight of them pulling taunt around his long fingers. 

Oh, he means it.

He leans in, his hands cupping your jaw, warm even through the latex. You whimper quietly, realising he is pretending to feel the lymph nodes beneath your ear for swelling. But he doesn't let go; he just stares you down, his eyes glittering in the lamp glow. 

“Say ahhh,” he prompts.

You open your mouth instinctively, just like at the doctor’s. He pivots a hand so his thumb gently presses down on your tongue as he peers into your mouth.

“Hmm, I see no evidence of an oral infection. But I should check via other means too, to be thorough,” he murmurs, pupils dilating as you cheekily close your lips around his thumb and suck on it suggestively. The powdery flavour on the glove somehow just heightens the heat you feel spreading inside.

“Behave please, Miss,” he rebukes, but his actions say otherwise - extracting his thumb and trailing your saliva in a line down over your chin, your neck, resting it in your suprasternal notch as his fingers curl around your neck and tug you towards him.

His kiss is deep and breathtaking. His tongue unfurls into your mouth and probes yours as if this, too, is a thorough examination. You follow his lead, letting him dictate the terms, wanting to follow wherever he is going with this.

“I think we can rule out anything in your mouth being the problem,” he opines drolly over your lips. 

“Thank you, doctor,” you respond coquettish.

“Let me listen to your lungs to ensure there are no respiratory problems. Remove your clothing, please,” he orders brusquely, sitting back.

“All of it?” you inhale sharply.

“I suppose just your top for now,” he revises, looking a tad impatient.

When you whip off the top to reveal you are without a bra, his eyes flash, and the tip of his tongue pokes out as your nipples pebble in the cool air of the room. A wave of something behind your ribs as he unfurls the stethoscope from around his neck and places it in his ears.

“Please keep your hands at your sides at all times. And beware, this may be cold,” he warns.

You squeak as the cool metal is placed onto the flesh above your left breast, your hands curling around the sofa edge by your thighs so you keep them as told.

“Breath in deeply for me,” he instructs, and you do, taking a deep inhale, feeling your body bloom with his proximity as his face squints in concentration. When he doesn't say exhale, you hold, unsure what else to do, your lungs feeling tight. It seems much longer than necessary. “And out”

He drags the bell over your sternum to the same spot on the right side. 

“Again” he orders. You follow the instructions, taking a deep breath. “Hold it,” he alerts, as you start to feel the struggle for air. You do his bidding, feeling that trademark ache under your ribs under the exertion. “And release,” he instructs just as you want to disobey.

“Good,” he rumbles, “just one more.”

You pant lightly as he drags the scope down between your breasts, then jump as he presses it low into the sensitive spot where your ribs meet on your diaphragm. 

“In and hold.”

As you do, he tilts forward and suddenly seizes a nipple between his teeth. You make a strangled noise in your closed mouth, a zipping thrill right down to your clit. The surprise makes air escape out your nose, fingers grasping the cushion.

“No,” he gruffs into your breast, not looking up at you. “I told you to hold. You hold your breath until I say you can release,” he lectures. “Now breath in and hold it,” his voice taking on a steely edge that makes your pussy constrict.

Wordlessly, you do as told, and this time, he swaps to your other nipple, biting down, then lathing with his hot tongue as you struggle—tight lungs, intense pressure behind your cheeks. The thronging pleasure around where he teases you makes it an almost impossible task; starting to struggle a little, your body twitching, fingers and toes flexing.

“Let it out,” he permits, and you open your mouth, the air escaping in a loud ‘pahhhh’ sound.

“Well, I think your lungs sound very healthy,” he breezes nonchalantly as if this is just how a doctor does an exam.

“That’s good,” you defer to his faux expertise even as you feel his saliva drying on your areola. 

“Now, let's test your heart,” he proceeds, pulling the stethoscope from his ears so it rests around his neck. “Remove the rest of your clothing now, please, Miss.”

“Is that strictly necessary, doctor? Just to listen to my heart?” you waver, even as your hands go to the ties at your waistband.

“I am the doctor here, am I not?” he counters, raising a brow.

“Yes,” you demure, a pulse around your clit at how thoroughly he inhabits this role.

“You may find it easier to stand,” he chuckles as he watches you shuffling, struggling to remove your bottoms while seated. 

So you do as he suggests, his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin around your belly button as you push the loose jersey material over the swell of your hips. He growls at the other surprise lurking—you wear no underwear, your bare slit inches from his face as the clothing pools around your feet, now utterly naked.

“Is this okay, doctor?” you simper, looking down at him sitting on the coffee table as he finally tilts his head to look at your face.

“Lay down on the exam table,” he commands, his pointer finger jabbing towards the chaise.

“Make me…”

Your tongue rebels before your brain can engage, wanting to see how much he will take control if you act out. He springs to his feet, towering over you, inches from you, and grasps the nape of your neck, forcing you to look up at him.

“Are you questioning my methods?” he interrogates, his hold strong but not hurting.

Oh, yes, Benedict, well done.

“No, Doctor,” you simper, attempting to look innocent but knowing your eyes must be fully dilated by now, distracted by the pulse you see in his throat.

“I need to be very thorough before I can diagnose you accurately, Miss,” he cautions. “Do you hear me?”

“Yes, doctor.” 

“Good. Now lay down,” he instructs brusquely, releasing his grip.

You drop to the sofa and lay out for him, a thrill zipping over your skin. He places a large cushion beneath your neck and head so you are tilted up and can see down the plain of your naked body.

“Now be very still and be very quiet. Keep your hands at your sides. Whatever I do to you is to ensure your heart is healthy. Do you understand me?” he tutors, his eyes roaming your body covetously.

“Yes, doctor,” you confirm, knowing your chest is rising and falling rapidly, the anticipation burning in your being.

He places the stethoscope directly over your heart and loops it back into his ears, the cool metal now a balm against your flushed skin.

“You have a good strong heartbeat,” he states casually, “But it is a little slow for my liking….”

His gloved hand loops around the leg closest to him and hauls it wide into his lap, your knee brushing a prominent bulge under the overcoat that makes your insides clench at the very thought of his cock.

“Stay still.” 

His clipped reminder is delivered as he trails his fingertips along your inner thigh, his other hand still holding the stethoscope against your chest. Your breath stutters as his latex-covered fingers nudge your folds, already weeping.

“Well, I see there is certainly no problem with your ability to get aroused,” he intones smokily with a tantalising brush over your clit. 

His moves are unrushed, his touch maddeningly light, not nearly enough, barely a glance over your soaked flesh, making you ache for more. After a few moments, you whine and defiantly attempt to push into his touch.

“Did I not tell you to be still and quiet?” he arches an eyebrow, and you pout but still yourself and fold your lips inwards under your teeth. “That’s better. Now let's see what happens when I….”

He expertly plunges two long fingers into your pussy, your arousal leaking over his gloves as he does so. He hisses his approval at your heated cling, pushing deep as you swallow your gasp, biting your lip to prevent any more sound from escaping. His fingers hook, and his wrist twists in slow corkscrew turns, dragging thoroughly over your walls as if giving you an internal exam. You crave more: more fingers, movement, friction, more of anything, your fingernails scratching against the fibres of the sofa, keeping them at your sides as told, even as you itch to grab his wrist and direct his motions.

“Interesting,” he mutters, his fingers swirling slowly, probing inside as he drags the scope fractionally on your sternum.

You utter a silent curse, your body already quivering. The room filled only with the sound of your ragged breathing and the sodden noise from between your legs as he leisurely rocks his gloved fingers into and out of your pussy, you suctioning around his knuckles, the stretch with each stroke making you want to beg for him to make you come.

“Your heart is definitely strong,” he declares, “but I think we need to put it to the test properly.”

His thumb presses onto your clit, and it's like a lightning bolt through your being. Something about the fact it's not his skin on yours lends an extra frisson. You can feel the warmth of his pad behind the latex barrier as he flicks against your swollen nub.

“More, please, Doctor Bridgerton, please,” you entreat desperately, attempting to tilt your pelvis to ride his hand.

He groans at your use of his name, not chastising you for vocalising. His rigid cock brushes your knee held in his lap as he surges his hips fractionally, your legs spread obscenely wide as he finger fucks you, his stethoscope leaving a circular imprint on your chest, almost bearing his weight into your skin. God help you both if his flatmate cuts his night shift short.

“Your bpm is rising,” he reports as his fingers move faster, wringing filthy noises from your body now, pushing harder with every stroke, his thumb circling your clit with unerring pressure. You just moan a litany of ‘Dr Ben’, and ‘yes’ and ‘please don’t stop’ as you spiral higher.

“That's it, yes, that's what I like to hear,” he encourages, “it's like music.” 

Even you can tell your heart is thumping now, hearing it loud in your own ears as the blood rushes to your head. Just as you are about to crest, he suddenly stops his ministrations and withdraws his fingers. You cry out as he rests the soaked glove on your lower belly, pressing down softly from the outside on that spot that aches for more, your own juices dripping down between your bum cheeks.

“Shhh shh,” he pacifies, the scope he still holds with his other hand feeling heavy on your flesh as his prideful gaze travels up your panting body, gleeful at his ability to do this to you. 

You plead with your eyes as his eyes finally reach your face, silently asking him to finish.

“Wonderful, your heartbeat is so strong in my ears,” he sounds almost wistful, dreamy. 

Your breathing slows, even as you feel the burn of an orgasm so denied, your pelvis throning, your clit painfully engorged.

“Hmm, let’s go again, shall we?” he smirks.

That’s all the warning you get before he plunges his fingers back inside, this time using three, the latex glove squeaking slightly around his palm. You scream and cant your body up off the sofa to the point he briefly lets go of the scope; his glove presses down on your diaphragm, forcing you back flat so you cannot ride his fingers like you want to.

“Please, doctor…” you beseech, voice reedy and wanton, uncaring about anything but being hurled over that divine edge.

“The more you ask, the less I am inclined to deliver,” he menaces. “I will just edge you all night and listen to your heart thumping so hard for me it sounds like it wants to break out from under your ribs.” he jerks the scope pointedly over your breastbone. 

You close your eyes and bite your lip, resigning yourself to obey. That he might keep you on edge for so long, you cannot bear—you need to come like you need air.

His handsome face is smug as he once again probes your body from inside, almost experimenting based on the tiny whimpers you make. He jabs a spot that makes your entire body spasm, and a crooked, dangerous smile spreads over his features.

“Oh, look what we have found,” his chest resonant with pitch, the tone dark and sweet.

Once again, you beg silently, but he indulges in the tease. Tapping gently on the spot rather than rocking into it, a slow, gentle touch that makes every nerve jangle, like an itch you cannot scratch hard enough.

“I love to see you like this,” he admits breathily as he keeps us at that vexing pace. “So strung out and desperate to come. You would do anything I told you to right now, wouldn't you? If I just promised to let you over the edge.”

You are nodding vigorously before he even finishes his sentence, his triumphant expression almost galling if not for the desire writ large on his face.

“Good,” he snarls and starts to jab on that same spot. Desire roars fire in your veins, and you scream, your body trembling. He leans over and captures one of your nipples in his wet, warm mouth, and you scream again, uncaring what any of his neighbours may think.

You are dangling on the edge, reality bleeding into pleasure when once again he stops, and the noise that escapes your lungs is feral—a wretched groaning wail as an inferno licks around every edge of your being.

“Listen,” he growls, roughly yanking the tubes from his ear and placing them over yours. The noise is almost deafening, a thumping rhythm so fast it is virtually interpolating and looping upon itself. It's fascinating and life-affirming even as your body cries out, your clit pulsing in tempo with the thrumming beat. Greedily, he grabs them back and places them over his ears again, moving the bell to the right, his breath gusting hard.

“Touch yourself,” he orders gruffly.

It doesn't take moments for your hand to slide between your legs and catch your clit, a hardened, searing nub so wet you can hardly find grip and so distended it doesn't even feel like your body.

He leans possessively over you, a vein in his neck pulsing as he listens intently, his eyes pinging between your face, the scope on your naked chest and your hand between your legs, rubbing vigorously.

When his fingers sink back inside you, your knuckles cradled in his palm as you strum your clit, it hurtles you instantly over. You grasp his bicep as you crest the wave, your whole body held taught then snapping, shuddering and pulsing forcefully around his fingers as you tumble down that abyss, his stethoscope almost bruising your breastbone as you writhe, him singing your praises. You don't recall the next few moments, floating far away as everything is fuzzy, as if behind a gauzy filter. 

“Oh, that was perfect,” he attests sotto voce as you return to yourself, shaking with tony aftershocks. “You should hear how alive your body sounds when you come like that. Fuck that was amazing…” he seems almost dazed, his fingers dormant inside you.

As he withdraws from you, you emit a mewl, overwrought and shaking from the intensity. 

“Well, Miss,” he begins, slipping back into his roleplay. “I can say without a doubt you are very healthy, so no concern there. I can also tell your stress level is much lower now. Thus, I shall be prescribing you a minimum of two orgasms a day. Purely for your health, you understand,” he adds with a knowing smirk.

“Yes, doctor,” you nod drowsily, slurring slightly. “Should I administer them mysel…?”

“No,” he cuts in. “I'm afraid it requires a medical professional such as myself to ensure correct dosage,” his tone gravelly, snapping off the gloves from his hands, balling them up and tossing them aside. “You will need to see me morning and night for at least a month until I can properly assess whether the treatment plan is effective.”

“Yes, Doctor Bridgerton,” you purr sibilant, too strung out to do anything but languidly agree to everything he says.

As you go to close your legs, he grabs your kneecap, preventing you.

“Oh no, we are not done here,” he intones with a tinge of menace.

“No?” you stutter.

“No, I need to be very thorough,” he counters, his voice rich like velvet. His bare fingers trail ticklish patterns over the crease of your knee as he smiles perilously, enjoying keeping you on tenterhooks. “I am nowhere near done with your treatment for the day. You have only had one climax, and I do believe I said you need a minimum of two per day," he reminds you, his stare blistering. 

You watch, almost stupified, as he removes the stethoscope and swivels to kneel between your legs, grabbing them and pushing them high and wide apart, the burning stretch along your inner thighs making you gasp.

“Now, are you going to do exactly what your doctor tells you to do this time?” he grills, his fingers digging into your flesh, his gaze intense.

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Good,” the word resonates through his being as his hungry stare slips over your body, down between your legs. “Now I think you need something more substantial than fingers, don't you?” he smirks playfully.

“Please, yes, please, Doctor Bridgerton,” you implore, canting your breasts up towards him, your eyes covetously sliding down his body as he hovers over you. Your breath quickens when you see the clear outline of his cock bulging against the overcoat. Oh god, is he naked under there? The thought makes you clench again.

You raise your hands and tug at the collar of his overcoat until the first popper opens, revealing his constellation of freckles. When he doesn't stop you, emboldened, you pull again, each popper relenting, a larger slice of his naked torso revealed with each ping. By the time you are down to the last two, you see the trail of hair from beneath his belly button and moan.

“You have been naked this whole time, doctor?!” your voice hitching almost scratchy.

He grabs your hand away, pressing it into the cushion above your head as he bears you into the sofa with his weight, one of that last fastened poppers snagging cold metal against your swollen clit.

“I cannot ask my patients to be naked if I am not as well, surely?” he rumbles, hot in your ear, his warm chest covering yours. He grabs your other wrist and guides it to the same place. “Now, hold onto the cushion under your head and don't move your hands until I say so,” he orders, his smoulder turning lethal as you do as told. 

He pulls up slightly and yanks the rest of the coat open, throwing it aside, giving you only a fleeting glance before surging his leaking, heated cock right over your slit.

“God, Ben, fuck me,” your errant internal monologue slips from your tongue before you can stop it.

“Who is Ben?” he quips duskily, rocking in a distracting manner, his tip glancing into your folds. “There is only Doctor Bridgerton here tonight.”

“Doctor Bridgerton,” you amend, fingers curling into the seam of the throw cushion, fighting the urge to grab him, “please fuck me.” 

He smiles triumphantly and lowers himself over you so you are swamped by him. 

“Well, as you asked so nicely…” 

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[ziracona]

I love that phrasing how Julie has taken Sallie- A much older woman than her- under her wing. Kinda precious not gonna lie. Did they ever see much of Sally when she was the Nurse? Also what does Sally think of Julie? Also the moment in ur fic when Kate comforts Sally was very sweet, which makes me wonder do they have much of a relationship too? How was Sally's adjustment to the 21st century, especially in regards to her fear about her mental health? What was it you diagnosed Sally as?

Yeah haha that’s just how she is. Julie sees life more in power dynamics than tradition to age.

They saw her some. She was one that they tried to copy skills from. They never talked to her though. Sally likes Julie. Sally likes anyone who is nice to her, and she has no reason to dislike her. She thinks she’s odd, but she’s had a lot of odd friends by now. She likes to talk to Julie about realm stuff, because Julie won’t be uncomfortable, and sometimes can guess at killer things better than the survivors. Julie is also very feminine, if in a femme fatale way, and Sally is too, so they enjoy having someone to like, dress shop and go to a salon with.

Kate and Sally are definitely friends. She reads to Sally a lot, and takes her to do outdoorsy stuff, even horseback riding. Care of Sally initially fell to Kate amid the chaos, since everyone else was indisposed, almost dead, or with another priority. That never faded. And Sally thinks Kate is a very charming rural woman with great sense and a good voice. They have plenty of fun.

Sally adjusted pretty well. It in a way helped she was blind, because she never had a like ‘captain America times square’ moment to be forced to see. Things were more gradual, and introduced almost always in a very positive and friendly environment. There’s a lot like video games and cellphones and the internet that she finds very mind boggling and has some difficulty adapting to, but mostly she handles it very well. Having Benedict, from even longer ago, helps her a lot. I think she feels a lot less lost and alone when he asks her to help explain something she’s grasped quicker, as a 19teens woman, than him as an 1860s man.

Her fear about her mental health was strong for the first year, but eased after. She knows the people with legal custody (as gross as that is to say about a grown adult, it is sadly legally /still/ how this country treats the disabled) over her are trusted and going to keep her free, comfortable, cared for, and with them. So proof beats out worry eventually. She’s still anxious around strangers, about her seeming crazy, or out of time, or just being blind, but the others never make her go alone anywhere, so she’s usually protected by a mob of her people.

Diagnostically, I’m not sure there’s a clear cut answer. Hallucinations, paranoia, confusion, dissociative amnesia, etc, are all caused by essentially supernatural mind control and years and years of gaslighting and manipulation and being driven insane. She’s a psychotic, but more specific definitions, though might apply, I’m not sure what they’d be. There’s a lot she deals with, but some is from the Entity’s manipulations, some is the result of physical trauma, as some is the result of PTSD from the things she’s endured, both at it’s hands, and losing her kids. Diagnosis are really just the names for frequently occurring symptom clusters, because grouping makes them often easier to predict and treat. I’d just say in Sally’s case, I haven’t found one (or more) especially useful names for her symptom clusters.

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We have yet to understand that if I'm starving, you are in danger. People think that my danger makes them safe. They're in trouble. — James Baldwin

Nothing matters so do what you love and be kind — Everything, Everywhere All At Once (Theme)

In front of my mother and my sisters, I pretend love is cheap and vulgar. I act like it’s a sin–I pretend that love is for women on a dark path. But at night I dream of a love so heavy it makes my spine throb. I dream up a lover who makes love like he is separating salt from water. — Salma Deera

top 2 lore about yourself that surprises people

i had a reputation of fighting people in high school and to not be messed with despite having 0 fights

i got a famous book on wp that had like 700k views lol

top 1 'hear me out'

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tagging moots (no pressure <3) @itneverendshere @aliyahwritings @cameronsprincess @starkeysprincess @oceandriveab @nottsangel @nadvs @whytheylosttheirminds @inthelibrarybtw @promiscuousg1rl @sematarygirls and anyone who wants to join!

[cheekbonesofbenny]

Let’s write about me, just because I can…

My name is Emily. I am 29, almost 30, my birthday is 15th of April. I am a high functioning autistic, with dyslexia and dyspraxia. I also suffer from depression (have been on antidepressants since I was in my early twenties). I was diagnosed with autism at 21, it was a clean cut case, but the educational and mental health services let me down as a child so that’s why I was diagnosed so late.

I have an eating disorder, binge eating disorder to be exact (similar to bulimia but without the purging). I have undergone CBT (cognitive behavioural therapy) and I’m currently on the waiting list to attend further treatment (likely more CBT).

I am I support worker for adults with severe disabilities. I love my job, my clients are like family.

If anyone tells you you can’t do something, ignore them because they’re stupid.

I failed six driving tests in a manual car, I found an alternative by learning in an automatic and passed first time.

I shift lead at work, running shifts and administering medication (something I never thought I would be capable of). Things take me twice as long to learn but I get there eventually and you can too. Just be patient with yourself.

I am trying to loose weight, but this is difficult with my mental health struggles. I hope I can get there one day though.

My main obsessions at the moment are -

Benedict Cumberbatch

Sherlock Holmes

BBC Sherlock

Whitechapel (TV)

Harry Potter

I once met Benedict Cumberbatch and it was the best day of my life (he smelt nice).

I consider myself bi-romantic, I have little to no interest in sex and I’m currently happily single.

I am very dependent on my mother, but I do live independently with a little support from her.

I enjoy reading (though this is a slow and difficult process), I like to write despite my dyslexia and people appear to enjoy the fan fiction I write.

I enjoy playing video games though I’m not very good at it.

I enjoy role playing (though most people seem disinterested in that these days).

I think that’s enough to be getting on with right now.

Keep being the incredible human being that you are 🥰

[santiagonex]

so much gay stuff on air so much gay stuff coming and honestly only 5% of that is watchable but sure let’s talk about all the blue hair yas yas slays why not but remember real serves first and then the trash is gonna be name dropped at the bottom of this post where it belongs... okay actually not lemme just mix it all up you can be the judge of it

first upcoming, planned or recently released movies three two one let’s go... BROS Billy Eichner and Luke Macfarlane gonna play dude bro lovers there’s budget because universal is taking care of the movie the whole cast is ghey and majority of them are playing straights bewm next Fire Island gay rom-com it looks very Iimp wristy but my daddy Ben from Legacies is there so yas yas purr or whatever next My Fake Boyfriend starring Keiynan Lonsdale, Dylan Sprouse and Sarah Hyland honestly dont know whos gonna fawk who but lets go... another one My Policeman with Harry Styles honestly not gonna watch but yay another sad gay drama movie as if we dont have enough already okay... The Mattachine Family honestly don’t care about this one at all but stars Nico Tortorella and Juan Pablo Di Pace so maybe it’s not gonna be THAT bad... okay The History of Sound now this one I could talk about for hours and hours and hours a whole 120 page masters thesis because Josh O'Connor and Paul Mescal playing gay lovers can be something so personal to me I’m so serious right now we’re gonna be tuning in on laptops tv computers phones cinemas we will watch it MULTIPLE times idc idc... Treatment sounds horrible it probably will flop but Cole Doman and Brian J. Smith are in it it’s gonna be some psychological home of phobic shjt honestly don’t care moving on Spoiler Alert is a film adaptation of the bestselling memoir 'Spoiler Alert: The Hero Dies' by Michael Ausiello, in the tragicomic love story, Michael is plunged into an emotional maelstrom during the 11 months after his partner, photographer Kit, is diagnosed with cancer which will probably make me cry... Jim Parsons and Ben Aldridge gonna play them so definitely gonna be good... okay quick lil space for upcoming/recently released flops i do NOT care about just use google IDGAF: Sin ti no puedo, Now & Then, The Liar (starring Asa Butterfield, but it’s probably shelved), Al mar, La Revanche des Crevettes Pailletées, Cosas de Amigos, Cassandro, Benediction, Great Freedom, Il filo invisibile, Sisid, Exploited (sigh), Cop Secret (got a chance to see it... it was SAUR bad), Things Like This, 8 años... okay now that’s behind us we can continue... Cobalt Blue... they had the AUDACITY tellin us it’s gonna be out on Netflix in December 2021 and nothing let’s hope they’ll release this year... Red, White & Royal Blue now this one gonna be a classic but we still don’t know much about it only that Greg Berlanti will produce... Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe I mean everyone must be excited for this one not sure if they finished filming already but the main thing is that it’s really happening and we CANNOT wait it was my first gay book I read and it’s just MWAH... The Inspection this one gonna be good because Jeremy Pope is attached playing a young gay man who enlists in the Marines definitely gonna keep my i out for this one... In from the Side gay men rugby is all you need to know phew okay, Sublime gonna be basically Mi mejor amigo but actually gay this time around hopefully, Three Months movie starring Troye Sivan it was mid idk ok nothing special, The Outlaws is set in 1920s and it’s basically gonna be about a flirtatious caper between two men which will erupt into a Johnny and Clyde-style crime spree yes more of this be gay do crimes we’re tired of the same ole coming out home of phobia high school blue hair stories give me fantasy give me thrillers give me action next Humo bajo el agua two chiIdhod friends meeting again after 30 years and just be gay good for them, The Swimmer... she’s a cute girl! Badhaai Do masterpiece Bollywood classic actually best movie this year so far it’s such a classic... basically a lesbian and a gay man willingly getting married to get everyone off their back and it’s so funny and emotional and just ugh they dealt with it so delicately go watch it ASAP... The Parenting is a comedy centering on a young gay couple, who host a meeting of their parents during a weekend at a cozy rental house in the country... gonne be crazy and funny I guess, it will have Brandon Flynn and Nik Dodani as the gay couple and Lisa Kudrow is also there haiii queen! there are like 10 more movies I could name but they will probably flop and no one will check for them IDGAF!

next up planned, upcoming and recently released gay centric shows ouuu let’s get into IT... Hearstopper bewm everyone knows what’s up and we will tune in hopefully it won’t be very blue hair because we’re not very fond of that insert that dog meme anyways Invisible Life which will be based on E. Lynn Harris trilogy of novels following a young black man’s journey of self-discovery as he realizes he is gay... Queer as Folk another reboot this time it’s gonna be very woke, KinnPorsche aka the only BL with actual budget ouuu it’s gonna be so good the trailer was just on another level the othe girlies should learn... Uncoupled starring Neil Patrick Harris don’t care moving on, They Both Die at the End and More Happy Than Not are both set to be TV series let’s hope it won’t get shelved and Silvera will pull through, Semantic Error a K-drama saur saur saur good and entertaining we love her, still not 10/10 none of them actually are what happened to classics? give me the real shit give me the magic now here’s the real one two three punch sIay OUUUU Big Boys - the funny and heartbreaking six-part series follows the unlikely friendship between sweet, shy, closeted Jack (Derry Girls' Dylan Llewellyn) and his new university roommate – the boisterous, laddish and ever-so-slightly mature student Danny (Jon Pointing) everybody cheered... Wrecked - the six-part comedy-horror series follows Jamie, a 20-year-old gay man who infiltrates a luxury cruise ship in search of his missing sister and my boo Jack Rowan is there too a CLASSIC... Half Bad - Netflix series adaptation of SaIIy Green's queer-inclusive fantasy trilogy ouuu everybody gasped... The Temperature of Me and You - Brian Zepka's YA sci-fi novel is set for a series adaptation at Disney+ as well but seeing how Love, Victor ended up I’m just gonna pretend it’s not happening because the pretending will actually become reality and it will get shelved just like Four Dads did... Ser o no ser - series focused on Joel who months after beginning his transition starts a drama course at a new high school where no one knows him, which allows him to present himself to the others as he has always seen himself... there’s not a lot of shows where the T in LGBT is actually being the main focus of a show so this is definitely a move in the right direction and even though based on the trailer, Joel is straight, there is a main gay romance as well, not with the characters I wanted but whatever, you win some you lose some...  ok there is also a show with Manu Rios La edad de la ira but I just don’t care... and the czech sIay TBH, the main romantic focus is the gay storyline which is unheard of for Czechia when it comes to series so wooo it was an okay show with an okay gay storyline at the heart of the show just two floorball player besties turning into lovers simple as that... also there are some very disturbing ones and I just don’t feel like searching their names right now oh we’re so bored give us a new topic or you know what here you go just the names: This Is Going to Hurt and Four Lives now I’m definitely getting tired just one more paragraph lemme pull through

now upcoming and ongoing gay storylines... my boos Ivan and Patrick in upcoming Élite season in two weeks I’m so excited they better provide us the best gay storyline of all time... Ben and Jed also gonna sIay in Legacies the writer said so next week’s episode gona be huge for them apparently I’m so ready... also Luis and Moritz from GZSZ gonna give us another sIay I feel... honestly don’t care about any other ship cause most of them giving blue hair vibes like they ruined Travis and Emmett in Station 19, Carlos and TK from 9-1-1: Lone Star I just stopped caring about like I’m sure there are many more gay storylines rn but I just do NOT give a single fawk actually they’re just simply boring to me I have nothing else to look forward to

[scotianostra]

On November 1st 1969 Morag Siller the actress, voice artist, and radio personality was born in Edinburgh.

Aged three Morag,  along with her twin brother Colin, was adopted and brought up in the capital’s Greenbank district. She came to terms with being adopted with forthright honesty, “I was lucky to have been adopted by such a loving family” she once said. “I wouldn’t change things for the world.” She attended James Gillespie’s High School where she first wanted to be a pianist, but came to the conclusion she would not be able to make a career out of it, Morag also thought about joining the police force, but caught the acting bug and began to take a keen interest in drama often appearing in the school’s plays.After leaving school she attended the Edinburgh Acting School,  at 18 she moved to London  where she trained at the Sylvia Young School and at Rada.

While still a student she landed a role as a jitterbug dancer in David Puttnam’s film Memphis Belle, directed by fellow Scot  Michael Caton-Jones.

Siller appeared in many roles on television – being cast in semi-regular roles such as Flora Kilwillie in Monarch of the Glen, Leona in Casualty (she had a permanent crush on Derek Thompson’s charge nurse Charlie) and a Dingle in Emmerdale. She won an award for the role in Casualty and also appeared in Doctors, EastEnders, Fiona’s Story (with Jeremy Northam and Gina McKee) and Hetty Winthorp Investigates.

She appeared in several musicals – West Side Story, Les Miserables and Mamma Mia! both in the West End and on tour around the UK. Siller appeared in the world tour of Mamma Mia! and performed the show in China.

At the first day of rehearsals for Les Miserables the cast were brought together to meet the orchestra and Siller recognised a familiar face. “I know you” she said to the horn player. “We were at school together.” She married Tim Nicholson at Prestonfield House in Edinburgh in 2005. In 2013 she played a central role in some gripping scenes in Coronation Street.

She married Tim Nicholson,  a classical musician at Prestonfield House in Edinburgh in 2005.  She was devoted to Scotland (“I’m never as happy as when I’m in Scotland” she told a reporter) and often returned to visit friends and family - she and her husband holidayed every year in Orkney. a friend also commented (that) “Morag was besotted by Scotland: Edinburgh and Scotland defined her personality.”

Morag and Tim had been about to adopt a child in 2011 when she was diagnosed with breast cancer.

She wnet on to became a patron of two cancer charities, for which she organised fundraisers, and had hoped to resume the adoption process. But the cancer returned and she was told it was incurable. Morag sadly passed away on April 15th 2016. 

The quote amongst the pics is by Benedict Cumberbatch.

[sherriarty]

Heya! I have read that you are Autistic. Would you mind sharing whether you are diagnosed and if you are, how did the process go for you? Or you self-diagnose? Cheers!

Hi nonnie 🤗 thank you for stopping by! ❤️

I did indeed receive my diagnosis last year. I would say that it largely depends on the country you are located in (more precisely on its system), but also on the professionals that you work with! 

My assessment was done in Ireland (3 main sessions where you answer questions about your life, experiences, childhood, behaviour patterns and so on, with additional follow-up sessions to focus on your needs). The entire process was done remotely, to make it as easy and comfortable as possible for each Autistic individual, which I definitely admire! The specialists I’ve worked with were also very kind, and gave me as much time as I needed to express myself, and highly encouraged to stim whenever needed - they even allocated some time for me to infodump about my special interests (Benedict, Andrew and MCU at the time), and engaged in the conversation! It honestly wasn’t nearly as scary as I expected it to be!

Now, of course not everyone needs, wants, or is able to get a formal diagnosis - and that’s okay! When it comes to neurodivergency, once you dive into the extensive research, self-diagnosis is completely valid ☺️ However, if you are interested and have an opportunity to go for it, I would strongly encourage it. It did personally help me with self-acceptance, and to acknowledge my special needs - I am now able to communicate those much better as well.

I hope this helps, and I’m sorry if I am all over the place ❤️

[fmdarcy]

hello  friends  !   my  name  is  dani   (  twenty1  ,  she  /  they  ,  pst  )  ,  and  i’m  super  exciting  to  write  with  y'all  !   i’ve  brought  two  muses  to  pester  you  all  with  ,  so  without  further  adieu  ,  allow  me  to  introduce  darcy  albrecht  !

i  .    the  application   !

𓂃  *  ｡  ◜  alex  fitzalan  ,  cis  man  ,  he  /  him  .  ꒰  DARCY  MADISON  ALBRECHT  just  walked  through  the  lobby  and  took  the  soundproof  elevator  to  apartment  2103  .  obviously  ,  they  can  afford  their  home  at  the  ivy  because  they  are  a  professor  of  biochemistry  at  columbia  university  ,  which  is  kind  of  hot  if  we’re  being  honest  .  we  saw  on  the  lease  agreement  that  they  are  TWENTY  EIGHT  years  old  and  originally  come  from  greenwich  ,  connecticut  ,  usa  even  honestly  filling  out  the  questionnaire  by  saying  they’re  reticent  but  also  diligent  .  anyway  ,  other  tenants  already  associate  them  with  A  DARK  ROOM  DIMLY  LIT  BY  ONLY  YOUR  LAPTOP  SCREEN  ,  SEVEN  DOLLAR  ARTISAN  ICED  COFFEES  ,  A  BATTERED  HERMÈS  BRIEFCASE  .  however  ,  we  think  if  they  ever  become  famous  —  the  headline  would  be  ‘ ��dr.  albrecht  rakes  in  more  $$$  by  selling  newest  treatment  method  to  pharmaceutical  companies  ’  .  but  whatever  ,  make  sure  to  borrow  some  sugar  from  this  tenant  cause  we  sure  are  !  ꒱  d  ,  twenty  one  ,  pst  &  n / a  ◞

ii  .    the  statistics   !

           *   basics  :

full  name  :   darcy  madison  albrecht  .  gender  :  cis  man  .  pronouns  :   he  /  him  /  his  .  age  :   twenty  eight  .  birthday  :  january  1st  ,  1994  .   zodiac  :   cap  sun  ,  virgo  rising  ,  taurus  moon  .  orientation  :  bicurious  .  nationality  :  american  .

          *   background  :

parent(s)  :   edward  albrecht  —  father  ,  sixty  ,  real  estate  magnate  ,  angela  demaske  -  albrecht  —   mother  ,  deceased  ,  previously  a  stay  at  home  mother  .  sibling(s)  :   n  /  a  .   pet(s)  :   two  dark  grey  cats  named  duchess  and  duke  .   language(s)  spoken  :   english  ,  conversational  french  .  education  :   high  school  diploma  ,  b.s.  in  biochemistry  ,  ph.d  in  biochemical  engineering  .  hometown  :   greenwich  ,  connecticut  ,  usa  .  

         *   psychology  :

temperament  :   melancholic  .   moral  alignment  :  lawful  good  .  parallels  :   adam  carlsen  (  and  honestly  olive  smith  too  )  from  the  love  hypothesis  by  ali  hazelwood  ,  jay  gatsby  (  the  great  gatsby  )  .  greatest  vice  :  wrath  ,  greatest  virtue  :   diligence  .

iii  .    the  story   !

        *   trigger  warnings  include  :   terminal  illness  ,  cancer  ,  death  of  a  parent  .  all  will  be  tagged  accordingly  down  below  .

it’s  the  first  day  of  1994  when  he’s  born  ...  his  mother  always  regards  him  as  lucky  because  of  it  .  but  as  far  as  darcy’s  concerned  ,  his  birth  was  his  last  charmed  experience  .

his  father  is  the  ceo  and  majority  shareholder  of  albrecht  assest  management  inc  —   the  ruler  of  a  billion  -  dollar  real  estate  empire  —   and  his  mother  takes  the  liberty  of  staying  home  to  bond  with  her  newborn  son  .  this  is  how  it  is  for  many  years   :   just  darcy  and  his  mom  .  dad’s  too  busy  with  another  meeting  ,  or  another  flight  ,  or  another  press  junket  .  needless  to  say  ,  he  bonds  with  his  mother  much  more  than  his  father  .  he’s  happy  this  way  .

(   cancer  ,  terminal  illness  ,  death  of  a  parent  —   proceed  with  caution  )   but  soon  ,  it  changes  for  the  worst  .  at  fifteen  ,  darcy  is  struck  with  the  news  that  his  mother  was  diagnosed  with  stage  iv  ovarian  cancer  .  she  remains  as  jovial  as  ever  ,  existing  with  a  gracious  radiance  that  he  admires  so  .  his  father’s  around  more  now  ,  but  it  almost  feels  like  living  with  a  stranger  .  she  lives  longer  than  expected  ,  but  eventually  succumbs  to  her  illness  eight  months  after  her  diagnosis  (  end  of  triggers  )

this  was  hard  on  the  entire  family  .  his  father  buried  himself  in  his  work  ,  coming  around  to  see  darcy  even  less  now  .  the  rest  of  his  high  school  years  were  spent  mostly  with  tutors  and  his  butler  ,  benedict  ,  who  became  something  of  a  parental  figure  to  him  .  darcy  was  lucky  to  have  resources  available  to  him  that  made  the  transition  easier  ,  but  that  didn’t  mean  it  didn’t  take  a  toll  on  his  psyche  .

darcy  lacked  someone  to  really  lean  on  ,  so  he  took  it  upon  himself  to  stand  up  on  his  own  —   he  felt  the  need  to  grow  up  quickly  .  he  was  a  very  independent  child  ,  and  that  translated  to  his  adult  life  too  .

when  he  turned  eighteen  ,  he  was  accepted  to  massachusetts’  institute  of  technology  to  study  biochemistry  .  much  like  his  father  ,  darcy  buried  himself  in  his  work  .  this  worked  out  well  for  him  ,  landing  him  a  bachelor’s  degree  in  biochemistry   (  and  a  minor  in  mechanical  engineering  )  .  he  was  then  accepted  as  a  ph.d  candidate  at  harvard  university  to  research  a  new  method  of  detecting  ovarian  cancer  to  help  increase  chances  of  survival  .

his  passion  for  his  work  ,  coupled  with  his  unending  determination  ,  landed  him  a  ph.d  in  biomedical  engineering  at  just  six  years  later  at  twenty  seven  .  shortly  after  ,  he’d  be  given  multiple  grants  to  continue  his  research  at  columbia  university  ,  where  he  is  now  a  first  year  professor  of  biochemistry  .

iv  .    the  personality   !

a  reflection  of  his  own  father  ,  darcy  tends  to  bury  himself  in  his  research  /  work  .  he’s  an  extremely  apt  scholar  —  intelligent  to  a  fault  .  he  oftentimes  feels  a  disconnect  between  him  and  other  people   (   probably  because  of  his  refusal  to  rely  on  anybody  for  anything  ,  even friendship  ,  but  you  didn’t  hear  that  from  me  ...  )  .  darcy  is  awfully  reticent  ,  and  tends  to  keep  to  himself  .  he  overthinks  most  things  he  says  ,  which  leads  to  a  lot  of  awkward  silences  before  he  realizes  he  should  spit  something  out  .  he’s  nice  enough  ,  but  he  might  come  off  as  cold  just  because  he  is  so  ...  awkward  at  his  core  .  he  doesn’t  feel  as  if  he  has  a  place  in  the  world  —  like  he’s  constantly  trying  to  jam  a  square  peg  into  a  round  hole  .  darcy  is  a  bit  of  a  lost  soul  ,  but  he’s  too  afraid  to  find  his  way  back  home  .

[makerofmadness]

title here. another thanks to @umbrarkzoo for motivation seriously go check out their art.

Monty: Hello all, it is I, your favorite person. Glamrock Chica: Actually, Roxy is my favorite. Monty: Okay then, it is I, that bitch.

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Balloon Boy: Fight me! Foxy, standing behind him and holding a knife: *mouths* Do not.

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Freddy: If I die, my funeral will be the biggest party ever and you're all invited. The Puppet: "If" Golden Freddy: Great, the only party I'm ever invited to and he might not even die.

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*after killing Phone Guy and then realizing he’s not the killer*

Chica: This is getting embarrassing. Bonnie: Getting? We’re already there!

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Funtime Freddy: A party is a celebration of a life, bringing people together to let the guest of honor know how much they’re loved. Eggs Benedict has done so much for us. This is our chance to do something for him. Bon-Bon: By forcing him to have fun at a party that he doesn’t want to be at? Funtime Freddy: I knew you’d understand.

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Michael Afton: No, this is not a mess. You know what I consider a mess? Ennard: Your life? Michael Afton: I- well yes, but-

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William Afton: Life could be worse, Mike. Michael Afton: Life could be a lot better too!

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*at a zoo* Ennard: What are they in for? Michael Afton: Ennard, this isn't prison. Ennard: So they can leave? Michael Afton: No, but- Ennard, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

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*the TV is freaking out* Michael Afton: Don’t worry, you have to treat an electronic like you treat a patient on life support. *unplugs the TV, then plugs it back in again. nothing changes* Michael Afton: Yeah, that didn’t work with my brother either.

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HandUnit: Helpful grammar tip: “farther” is for physical distance, “further” is for methaphorical distance, and “father” is for emotional distance!

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Henry Emily: Where are you going? William Afton: Hell, eventually.

(moments before he killed Charlie)

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Toy Chica I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.

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Bonnie: It’s funny how well you and the Puppet get along. Didn’t she hate you at first? Freddy: The Puppet hates everybody at first. It’s her way of reaching out to people.

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The Puppet: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell. Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, and Mangle: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

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Michael Afton: My dad has a spiked collar. Michael Afton: *dog

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Crying Child: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly. Nightmare Freddy under the bed: Honestly, fuck you.

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Funtime Freddy: I WOULD DESTROY THE WORLD FOR YOU! Bon-Bon: Okay, can you do the dishes? Funtime Freddy: No!

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Golden Freddy: Is this a good idea? Golden Freddy: Probably not. Golden Freddy: Do I care? Golden Freddy: No.

(UCN be like)

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Monty: I'm going the fight the next person who insults Roxy. Roxy: I hate myself. Monty: Alright, square up.

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Jeremy Fitzgerald: But what about Fritz? Phone Guy: Don't worry about him. Phone Guy: I once watched him fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating his hotdog like nothing happened.

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Sun: Five little monkeys jumping on the bed. One fell off and… Gregory: Was diagnosed with mesothelioma. Sun: Mamma called the doctor and the doctor said… Vanessa: You might be entitled to financial compensation if he or a loved one dies.

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Freddy: Thank you for not saying "I told you so." The Puppet: When you’re as right as I am, you don’t have to say it.

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Monty: Gregory’s first detention, I'm so proud. Glamrock Chica: Whoa, back up. Why did he get detention? Roxy: Because he’s an idiot. Glamrock Freddy, terrified: They can do that??

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The Puppet: Bonnie, I don’t think I can handle any more of your tomfuckery. Toy Bonnie: Oh yeah? Well I can keep going until you’re all tomfuckered out!

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Fritz Smith: That's greatly offensive to my people. Jeremy Fitzgerald: College dropouts?

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Toy Chica: Did you hear that!? Jeremy just threatened to destroy my lego AT-AT! Toy Freddy: ...You just threatened to kill him in his sleep.

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Henry Emily: What the fuck is wrong with you?? William Afton: What? No good morning? Henry Emily: Good morning, what the fuck is wrong with you??

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Pizza Bot: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka. Pizza Bot: *upends the bottle*

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Phone Dude: I’ve never smoked marijuana. I ate a brownie once at a party. It was intense. It was kind of indescribable. I felt like I was floating. Turns out there was no pot in the brownie. It was just an insanely good brownie.

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Funtime Freddy, spraying a melted cutting board with a tiny water gun: We gotta cool this bitch down. Cool it down. Funtime Foxy: I actually just put the cutting board in the oven... Ballora, visibly confused: Okay, so he decided to put the cutting board in the oven? Funtime Freddy, spraying Funtime Foxy: You FUCKING DUMBASS! Funtime Foxy: Dude, I forgot- Funtime Freddy: OH MY FUCKING GOD! We're trying to make Chicken Alfredo right now, and you fucking MELT the cutting board in the oven at 400 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT!? Michael Afton: *Watching in complete confusion while trying to process this whole situation.*

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Gregory, trying his first ever cup of coffee: I am ENERGY! Phone Guy, an avid coffee drinker, on his twelfth cup of the day: Someone slap me awake or I am literally going to fall into a coma in ten seconds.

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Gregory: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY- Glamrock Chica: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~ Gregory: Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH- Glamrock Freddy, recording: This is so cute.

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William Afton: What is your favorite mythical story? Henry Emily: The Story Of My Will To Live. William Afton: I don’t think I’ve heard of that one before.

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*The gang responding to being stabbed by a sword* Freddy: Rude. Bonnie: That's fair. Chica: Not again. Foxy: Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it?

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Henry Emily: Wow, great work on the Halloween decorations. Where did you get the fake skeletons? William Afton: Fake?

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Toy Chica: My assistance will be an act of beneviolence. The Puppet: ...Don’t you mean benevolence? Toy Chica: No.

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Jeremy Fitzgerald: Who knew getting in trouble would be so impossible? Michael Afton: I gotta give you credit, Fritz. You make it look easy. Fritz Smith: Years of practice.

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Michael Afton: It's called cauliflower, not ghost broccoli. Crying Child, eyes wide: I know what I saw.

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Toy Freddy: Okay happy campers! If you were a fruit what would you be and why? The Puppet: I'd be a tomato because no one accepts me as part of the group. Toy Freddy: ... The Puppet: ... Toy Freddy: OKAY HAPPY CAMPERS-

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Vanessa: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.

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Freddy: Just be yourself. Say something nice. Golden Freddy: Which one? I can't do both.

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Jeremy Fitzgerald: Hey, can I get a sip of that water? Fritz Smith: It’s not water. Jeremy Fitzgerald: Vodka! I like your sty- Fritz Smith: It’s vinegar. Jeremy Fitzgerald: …What? Fritz Smith: It's vinegar, PUSSY.

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Freddy: What are you eating? Golden Freddy: You wouldn't like it, it's really salty. Freddy: I like you, don't I?

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Gregory: My stomach growled super loud in French. Gregory: I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during French class. Monty: Bonjour. Roxy: Le growl. Glamrock Chica: Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette.

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Toy Bonnie: Advice of the day kids, if you ever meet someone who calls Gatorade flavors the actual name of the flavor instead of just the color then they are a certified nerd. Bonnie: Yeah but you have to specify, frost glacier or cool blue? You can’t just say blue because there’s more than one blue. Toy Bonnie: Blue and light blue, nice try nerd.

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Funtime Foxy: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like ‘look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I’m losing.’ Michael Afton: Wow, you are not ready to hear about trees.

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Chica: The greatest trick the devil ever played was getting me banned from an all-you-can-eat pizza buffet. Bonnie: Why’d you get banned? Chica: Touched the rat. Bonnie: … What rat? Chica: Chunky Cheese.

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Circus Baby: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

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Circus Baby: Ballora, we tried things your way. Ballora: No, we didn't. Circus Baby: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

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*Everyone is playing a board game together* Freddy: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'. Chica: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'. Foxy: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'. Bonnie: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC'. Foxy: *flips the board*

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Chica: When I met you I thought you were a real bitch. Toy Chica: What changed your mind? Chica: Oh, I still think you’re a bitch, I’ve just grown to like that about you.

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Toy Freddy: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything? Toy Freddy: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies. Toy Bonnie: Socks are Feetie Heaties. Toy Chica: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties. Mangle: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies. Balloon Boy: Stamps are Lickie Stickies. The Puppet: I hate you guys so much.

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Sun: Let’s write Gregory a friendly note, shall we? Dear... Incompetent... Dumbass...

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Foxy: That was a joke. Say ha. Bonnie: Ha. Foxy: Now do it again. Bonnie: Ha. Foxy: Congratulations, you are officially the life of the party.

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Bonnie: When I first met you, I did not like you. Toy Bonnie: I'm aware of that. Bonnie: But then you and I had some time together. Toy Bonnie: Uh-huh? Bonnie: It did not get better.

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William Afton: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.

[bendickson]

Sup y’all I’m christy and this is my smug asshole boss, the one and only, Benedict ‘Ben’ Masters. That’s right, he’s a masters baby! You can find him obsessively organizing his desk in his fancy Director of Marketing Office (he’s very proud). 

(regé-jean page, 27, cismale, he/him)   hey, i’m looking for the office of BENEDICT MASTERS. HE’S the employee who’s known around the office as THE STICK IN THE MUD, if that helps? not to be a gossip, but i’ve heard that they’re DILIGENT but CALLOUS, is that true? i also heard that they’re the one who is faking a deadly allergy to apricots. anyways, here’s the coffee they ordered.

basic information

FULL NAME: Benedict Masters

NICKNAME: Ben

AGE: 27

BIRTH DATE: January 10

ZODIAC: capricorn

GENDER: cismale

SEXUALITY: bisexual

RELIGION: agnostic

SPOKEN LANGUAGE: english, french, spanish 

OCCUPATION: Marketing Department Director ( employee )

physical traits

EYE COLOR: brown

HAIR COLOR: black

HEIGHT: 6‘2"

BODY BUILD: muscular, fit, big titty

personality

TRAITS: goal oriented, perfectionist, control freak, planner, organized, leader, genuine, addictive personality, intense self control

LIKES: success, completing tasks, smash burgers, privacy, his family, being in control, dad rock, organization, food prepping

DISLIKES: half-assing things, incompetence, laziness, touchy-feely people, gossip, haute cuisine, mess, alcohol to get drunk

DISPOSITION: Ben expects the best from himself and others so, while he can be overwhelming at times, it’s in a way you can’t get too mad at. Out of work, he’s perfectly charming, perfectly put together, perfectly perfect and exceeds at small talk but also at keeping people at an arm’s distance. 

history

Benedict has always chased excellence, it’s been drilled into him while surrounded by the rich, mostly white, New York elite from a very young age. Never be found unprepared, don’t embarrass yourself, you are a proud member of the masters family, don’t let people speak down to you. He’s lives his life by those rules, keeping a stern, crack-less facade in public and around peers.

He’s always gone to the best schools, gotten into the best programs, claimed the best awards and never once would he let anyone say his father bought him his achievements because that was too easy to prove, too easy to cripple him in society. 

His only safe place was with his family. His sisters reminded him not to be so stiff, to maybe act his age a little, and his father was always proud of him and no one understood how hard he pushed himself better than his mother.

It’s no wonder that without all this regiment he went a little crazy in college with his new found freedom. At first, he was pushing himself too hard and his friends convinced him to live a little, to relax, go to parties, talk to hot people. But soon, one party on the odd friday or saturday night turned into pregame drinking, turned into bar hopping most night, turned into ‘if i’m not hungover in class the next day, i’m lucky’, turned into a spiral downwards that he’d severely lost control of.

Before he could get too lost in the sauce, his sisters snapped him out of it. He let it get to a point where he was running from himself and the way he was when he was sober and he needed professional help. 

He’d never thought about therapy before but now, he kind of needed it. Long story short, he was diagnosed with anxiety (that one had been a no brainer, really) but, most important to him, was his diagnosis of addictive personality. When it was explained to him, it was this uncomfortable but welcomed feeling of being known, of being understood. It explained his passionate drive to succeed but also it meant he had to be careful, he was more likely now to develop unsavory habits if they suited him.

This definitely scared him at first, made him feel like he had to live in a bubble, but those in his close network helped him back on his feet a bit at a time. Soon enough, he was as strict with himself as ever and that drive to succeed was stronger because it steered him away from those dark paths forking off into unknown shadow and leading him away from his goals

After graduating (top of his class, obviously), he immediately went to work for his father. His work ethic and leadership skills got him promoted through the ranks quickly (there was also a bit of nepotism but he excelled at his job enough that he could ignore it) to where he currently stands. Just one single step away from joining the board of directors. One day, hopefully he’ll even kick his old man out of his spot at the top.

[late-to-the-party-221]

trigger warning

tw for: eating disorders

Hi. I am a Sherlock side blog. I also have a main blog & a blog for reblogging reblog bait & stuff. I'm sorry to make this post tobthis blog, but it has the most followers & it NEEDS to be said. I have another email, a 10-minute-mail in fact, & another blog under there. It is my ED blog.

Hey followers, would you expect me to have an evil pro an*r*xia blog that tries to give children EDs & calls it a lifestyle? Well that's because we don't do that.

We are struggling. We are mentally ill. We support recovery & harm reduction, even if we are not ready ourselves to recover. We support the person not the illness.

There has been a huge wave of my friends getting terminated, & I have been terminated thrice in the past two days. Three times bc I just made a new blog. We will keep coming back.

If you report us, it ranges from a minor inconvenience where we just make a new blog & keep going, to a huge trigger where I can't even say all the harm you will do in one post.

Please let us suffer in peace. Please let us practice harm reduction with support from our friends & community. I have written this post so many times, with different content each time. Ranging from "this is what ACTUALLY happens when you report someone" to "screw off I'm mad" & anything in between, including how we interact- or avoid interacting with non ed blogs; how we react to people "trying" to "give themselves" an ed, the gruesome details of the worst case scenarios if you report us, debunking what you think happens when you report us, & more which I am forgetting.

I'm writing this post on my main account & a sideblog with more followers so that more people can see it & so that tumblr can't terminate me. This post is coming from a regular person like you. I have adhd & a probable math based learning disability, & diagnosed dysphoria (but for some reason not diagnosed gender dysphoria), I used to have an unus annus hyperfixation, then I had a Sherlock hyperfixation. I like the mysterious Benedict society & I am re-reading the series with my mom rn as I watch the show with my dad. I like Firefly, a series of unfortunate events, moomins, good omens, snowpiercer, Steven universe, she-ra, kippo, unwanteds, Rick riordan, falsettos or the Marvin trilogy, & more. I am transmasc (nonbinary) & queer. I am low key emo. I play fiddle & some classical & I even make punk fiddle covers. I like to dance at fiddle dances, I like to polka, I like swing dancing, & salsa. I can knit & sew, I make embroidery sometimes, I can do some woodworking bc my dad was a carpenter, & I am a kung fu student. I am a devout Christian & I mix witchcraft into my religion. I am reconnecting with my indigenous ancestry because I lost it generations ago. I love to bake & it is a great hobby of mine. I enjoy cooking & I want to turn it into my career. I want to be part of kids' lives as a titi or teacher, but I don't want kids of my own. I am an anarcho-socialist. i like rock climbing. I have a family who I support & love. I am a normal person like the rest of you. these are a lot ignored pieces of me, but not all of them of course. One of the pieces I did not include here was my disordered eating. It's a problem, a bad coping mechanism, but it is smth that i need to live with.

You know Roman catholic confession? That has gone down in recent years, but therapy & counselling has increased. Speaking your heart into the void & being listened to by strangers has also increased. We need this. i have had probably 9 maybe more ed blogs. Oh no evil ed blog? What happened to me being a cool human being who likes sewing & fandoms?

we are people too. Focus your efforts on reporting pedophiles, there are a lot of those posing in the ed community & those are the actual threat. Or let us deal with them & stay away from the ed community.

Stay away from the ed community for your safety, the safety of your followers, & the safety of the ed community.

Stop reporting us. Please block us.

Please reblog this post too & make sure you tag it with an ed tw. I don't want to write this post from an ed blog bc I don't want the ed community to be exposed, so pls reblog this post & please don't report me bc this is a Sherlock blog.

[sergeantsparky]

Hyperfixations are so weird for me. It sometimes hits me like a ton of bricks, I won’t be aware that I’ve started hyperfixating on a show or topic until it’s all I can talk about. I don’t realize that’s my main focus until somebody brings it up. And I think oh I can talk for hours about this topic.

For example, near the beginning of quarantine, I found myself staring at the MASH disks my family got as a Yule gift. The last time I watched an episode of MASH was in a hotel where one of the channels was having a MASH marathon. The most I remembered was it was an army show about a couple of surgeons and a fashionablely dresssed character named Klinger. I didn’t realize it had become a hyperfixation until that’s the only thing I’d want to talk about or watch with my family. This promptly led me to purchase the MASH book, MASH trading cards(a collection I’m very proud of) a MASH trivia game, and the MASH movie.

Here’s something else I’ve recently noticed. My hyperfixations lead me to pick up random little interests as well. It’s a bit hard to explain. So With TV shows, if am drawn to a certain character, I want to understand them a bit better. So if they have something they enjoy, I’ll want to enjoy it to. With Sherlock, I became interested in learning the violin, keep in mind I can’t even read music. I also looked into the possibility of working in forensic sciences. With MASH, I’ve taken a liking to Charles Winchester the most, so I’ve picked up listening to classical music and I’ve been working my way through classic books. I’ve also been intrested in 50’s fashion recently, I think it’s a very interesting to see the relation of fashion and wars. So in short if I’m drawn to a character, I might become intrested in what they find interesting. Someone referred to ADHD as jack of all trades, master of none.

Another thing about being drawn to certain tv characters, is I’ll also be intrested in the Actors other works. So when I was fixated on Sherlock, I had a time where I pretty much only watched films that had Benedict Cumberbatch or Martin Freeman.(extra points if it had both). With MASH, I watched an entire episode from That 70’s show just to see a 20 second scene with Jamie Farr in it. I’ve also been going through the Disney movies and shows that David Ogden Stiers has voice acted in. And then I discovered that he was in an episode of Frasier(a show I’ve never heard of) so that sent me down a little rabbit hole to try and find a way to watch a single episode of an 11(I think) season show. And I’m kind of glad I found out about it because I think I’ll start watching Frasier next. I’m scared that I’ll get attached to that next and that MASH will be put back on the shelf, literally.

So why talk about this in this long ass post that I’m writing, sleep deprived at 1:00am on a Sunday when it will get maybe 5 views at most? Well, like I said in the begging these are my hyperfixations I want to talk about it constantly, but also don’t want to come off as uninteresting because those are the only interests of mine I seem to be able to bring up without much thought. If you ask about my hobbies my mind goes completely blank. I was diagnosed with ADHD at a very young age, but what a lot of people around me failed to do was sit down and EXPLAIN ito to me! I wasn’t aware that it meant my brain functioned differently! I think that would have been an imortant thing to mention. And it pisses me off that the adults in my life failed to inform me about ADHD. So I learn things about it and go, wait that’s a symptom? Or that experience is common for people with ADHD? ADHD seems to have been so simplified to others, people around me have been taught that it simply means you have a hard time focusing. I guess it’s frustrating, because I’ve struggled with really simple things. I’m sure few people care about this rambling, but I can’t stop thinking about it. This is probably all over the place, but to be fair it’s almost 2:00am now and I’m running off of a Monster drink and a handful of carrots.

[chocolatecarstairs]

tlh theories: elias carstairs is one guilty motherfucker

and BOOM just like that we’re only a few hours away from the release of chain of gold! 

to celebrate (read: bc the good place ended last night and i am too sad to focus on that for any amount of time, so i’m distractin myself with other things) i’m compiling a list of all of my theories- from the well thought out to the seriously cracked out- for the series, more specifically chain of gold! i’m posting a new theory every friday until cog2′s release!

4. elias carstairs is found guilty and has to meet a bunch of strippers, so cordelia and jamie tie the knot 

IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE RELEASED FIRST CHAPTER OF COG2, BETTER ANGELS, THEN THIS THEORY WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS! THIS HAS BEEN YOUR FINAL WARNING. 

SO, we all know that part of the cog2 premise is that elias carstairs, cordelia’s dad, is under investigation for crimes against the clave. that’s actually the whole reason that cordelia is in london, and while many have speculated that she marries james simply to save her family name, i have a feeling it's not so simple. in Better Angels we learn that elias is standing accused of orchestrating an attack that got shadowhunters killed. and while it does seem as if it could have been a simple misunderstanding, a few things just don’t add up. cordelia explains to lucie that her father and a group of shadowhunters were attacked by vampires and the whole thing was believed to be a setup. cordelia tells lucie that her father “is being made the scapegoat” and basically explains that it could have happened to anyone. and, while i’m sure cordelia is being 100% truthful with lucie, i don’t believe her parents, more specifically her father, are being 100% truthful with her. let me explain. (pls bear w me while i try out a slightly new format for this)

elias’ illness:

the whole thing is shady af

obvi the shadowhunters don’t really diagnose things (and this book is set in 1903, so the diagnosis might not even be helpful) but still, something about the obscurity and sort of “hush” surrounding his illness so far has seemed a bit sus to me

like could it possibly be some kind of demonic condition he’s pulling some shady shit al a benedict lightwood to find a cure

or could he have always been a bit shady and this illness is just something he caught while doing his deeds

which brings us to,

the carstairs moving situation:

apparently the carstairs move around a lot in order to find a good climate for elias and his health 

i call bullshit

honestly, i think moving around and isolating himself and his family from the clave is a way to hide whatever shady shit he has going on

like we know he’s definitely sick but like i said before what if it’s part of his illegal activities

and the moving around keeps anyone from getting to know him too well and becoming suspicious

besides if he’s having illegal dealings w downworlders or demons he could presumably move around from shadow market to shadow market to avoid suspicioun while still keeping up his business

no silent brothers:

we all know that when jem tried to meet his cousins, elias basically turned him away bc he was a silent brother

now this could simply be bc silent brothers freaked him out or bc he didn’t want to disobey the law by seeing jem but

it seems kind of interesting that elias is soooo sick and he has a silent brother that would go above and beyond to help him but he doesn’t take advantage of it

why wouldn’t he want that king of help ?

well that would be bc whatever illness he has was contracted through some kind of illegal means

if the silent brothers examined him then they’d know

which could also be a reason that the carstairs move around a lot

to keep them out of the eye of the clave and therefore away from the silent brothers

the excuses:

the whole thing is shady

when cordelia explains her fathers situation to lucie, she paints a picture of it being nobody’s fault, a simple accident that could have happened to anyone

“it could have happened to anyone” and “they’re makign him a scapegoat” sound a lot like excuses parents tell their children

ik the clave is whack but i also know charlotte would not just stand by and watch an innocent man be punished, esp when that man was jem’s uncle

there’s definitely more to this story than we know

if elias was in cahoots with vampires or other downworlders he would have had no problem orchestrating the attack that he did

and if that were the price he had to pay to cure himself for his illness ?

perhaps he orchestrated the whole thing to look like a simple accident but the clave still tied the whole thing back to him anyways

and now he’s devastated bc he won’t get his cure, which is why cordelia mentions how distraught he is in better angels

the punishment & how cordelia avoids it:

in tid we see the consul threaten gideon and gabriel with having their marks stripped and the lightwood name stricken from the shadowhunter records

this was all as a punishment for their father knowingly causing the death of another shadowhunter when he gave barbra lightwood demon pox

jem saw someones marks stripped once (from qoaad)

it could be elias or alistair

cordelia marries jamie to prevent her marks being stripped

she’s now a herondale and the clave won’t touch her

and that’s it! my final theory before the release. i had a few that i was working on but u got hit really hard w the flu and just couldn’t do some of the research i needed to make them solid, so sorry for the missed fridays.

i’ll be tagging all of my cog2 spoilers for you guys w the tag #chainofgoldspoiler so makes sure to filter that tag to avoid any spoilers from me!

signing off until i’ve finished the book. see you on the flip side!