#not forensics

[demand-the-fucking-room]

I'm so excited to announce that I'll be playing Martha Dunnstock in a college production of Heathers this summer!!! 💕🎀🦄🌷💘

[demand-the-fucking-room]

It's my birthday!!! 🎉🎉🎉

I just turned 17 a couple minutes ago, but can we talk about how cool being 16 was? • I joined my forensics team • I started recovery from my depression and anxiety • I 2nd AD a show • I put together 4 award winning speeches • I co-wrote and co-directed a show • I learned to love my body • I became the state champ in Prose • I traveled to Virginia for Nats & got bronze in POI • I went to prom • I tried a lot of new things And I can't wait to see what 17 brings me

[fantasticallyfactualforensics]

Can I ask why you are not with the script blogs anymore? Did something happen?

Hey Nonnie,

Our time with the script blogs has come and gone. We are no longer affiliated with them and we are just gonna leave it at that.

[fantasticallyfactualforensics]

I was reading your reply about your knee and I was wondering if you have Ehlers-Danlos syndrome or some other kind of connective tissue disorder? Sorry if it's prying, you totally don't have to answer. Anyways, have a great day

Hey there! I don’t have any disorders that I know of. I avoid doctors like one would avoid the plague. The short of it is I was a shit head as a kid and climbed and jumped and rolled down things as a child and it lead to dislocations.

[fantasticallyfactualforensics]

Hi, i'd like to start a scipt blog on art since i've seen there wasn't one. Do you know how i can do that ? Any tips ? (love what you do ;D )

Hey Nonnie, 

To be perfectly honest we are not part of the script blogs any more. If you want to start one in that family you are going to have to talk to them.

We wish you the best of luck!

[fantasticallyfactualforensics]

"#sherls cant police #fucked up knee is fucked up" - Whoa. This jumped out at me because I have a character who himself wanted to be a police officer but couldn't (fun fact: he wound up in forensics too!) because of what I've been sort of handwaving as a "bad knee", but I wasn't sure what kind to give him (and now it might be plot relevant oops) - and...if you don't mind me asking, what kind of "fucked up knee" kept Sherls out of the profession?

Well, @vorpalgirl, that is a long story. The first two things you needto know for my explanation of why my knee is fucked up are simple- I REALLYhate going to the doctors, and I have what is more than likely an undiagnosedanxiety issue (which before y’all Tumblr people yell at me- I know).

For several years leading up to this instance, and for several yearsfollowing, I was an Irish dancer. I competed, danced in Dundas square, parades,the whole nine yards. I like to call it “semi professional”, as I practicedmultiple times a week, got awards, and even got paid once. Irish dance is ALLleg work, and I am a stubborn bitch. Last thing real quick- When I was younger( so til about 16) I seem to have had easily dislodged joints? I hope you seewhere this is going.

It was in 10th grade. I’ve lived in apartments all my life,and so to practice at home, I had like a sound cancelling pad so that theneighbours wouldn’t hate us. I was practicing after school and stupidly, hadn’tfully cleared the floor, and being a messy person, there were papers andclothes all over my floor. Which caused my pad to slip as I was dancing on it,which sent me ass over tea kettle. I dislocated my right knee (I assume. Didn’tgo to the doctor for 3 more days). Simple fix for me- I was used todislocating joints (usually my shoulder) so I kinda just popped it back in. Whichhurt like hell, like second only to nearly breaking my neck, so I cried, made a nest on the couch and waited for someoneelse to get home. When my mom got home, she got me an icepack, gave it a onceover and believed me when I said I could walk, and that it didn’t hurt and didn’tneed to go to a doctor. It didn’t hurt too bad, and so I believed the painwould go away, and I honestly could hobble around. Like I laid it on thickthat I was fine, I didn’t need a doctor, I didn’t need a hospital or a walk inclinic. Whenever my mom was around I would do my best to not limp around, Iskipped a few days of school, and in general denied I needed to see a doctor. Iknew I needed one on day 2, but at that point had it in my head that if Iadmitted I was wrong and in pain, that the doctors would berate me or say meanthings about me for not getting help sooner. I got away with it for 3 days,until my mom told me to cut the crap and she dragged me to a doctor, who put myknee back- which was not properly aligned with where it was supposed to be. Iam no doctor so there are probably some medical things I just don’t remember-this happened more than 5 years ago now. I had a knee brace, Tylenol 3s andorders to stay off it for 2 weeks. Which I tried to listen to but I was astupid 15-year-old and such.

This has fucked the cartilage in my right knee. I can’tcomfortably run, and like an old lady, my knee can predict rain. What thismeans for police work is simple- I can’t pass the physical. I cannot run longenough or fast enough to pass the entrance physical test. I’m also near sighted, and don’t likedoctors-I am terrified to have the corrective eye surgery. So, while I couldlay down a lot of money for the corrective eye surgery every decade, and workfor the next like 3 years with a host of trainers and physiotherapists to beable to pass the physical component despite my knee, but I never actuallywanted to stay a police officer. I wanted to join so that I could transfer intothe crime scene investigation unit. But that was stupid, and I have come torealize that I would rather only work in a laboratory setting. Which I can dowithout being a police officer, it just takes more persistence and networking.

[fantasticallyfactualforensics]

You're really great at explaining stuff. Thanks for doing an amazing job!!! <3

Thank you so much!

This really made our day. We hope that our explanation has a fine balance between introducing jargon/lingo while explaining the terms at the same time!