i’m great. is the truth

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Luz’s anatomy!!! well what is there to say. Nurse Luz gets to step into the Meredith Grey role. his relationship is in trouble, his job sucks, and tragedy lurks in the distance. george will learn how to make the best of things, to advocate for himself, to live without [REDACTED]. the gang’s all there, and this one will be a return to the slightly sillier/soapier version of the universe after we went dark with lemaire’s anatomy.

The phone rings. He grabs it off the hook, hoping it’s Joe. “Hello.”

“George, it’s Don. Can you come in?”

George rubs his forehead. “Seriously?”

“Norman thinks he has chickenpox,” Don says, venom dripping through his voice. “I didn’t realize we were calling hangovers chickenpox now. Someone better tell Nixon.” George hears someone—Winters, maybe— rebuke him in a sharp tone. “Sorry, Winters. Inappropriate. Listen, I say we just kill him during a trauma. Stick him with the wrong syringe. It happens! But we can’t do that if you don’t come in today because if we don’t have enough nurses we’ll lose our trauma center certification and—”

“Alright, alright, enough. I’ll come in.”

hiii yna thanks for asking! from the wip tag game

the untitled document is all of my thoughts on bradycroz. before I rewatched MoTA I couldn’t have picked brady out of a lineup. but then I paid attention to his one (of two….) scenes with Crosby and I was like huh. something there maybe. so then I was like what if croz and brady had a weird ambiguous relationship that only turns romantic right before Brady and Bucky’s doomed flight. it will be chockfull of references to the music of the era (because Brady loved music…not that the show bothered to give anybody that was not the main four a single personality trait) and unconscious pining and foreshadowing of the inevitable tragic ending.

“What do you think of when you see the stars?” Harry asks.

John shrugs his shoulders, an awkward gesture, bumping Harry’s. “Stardust, I guess.”

Harry shifts a little closer. If John leaned his head, it would be on Harry’s shoulder. The only pair of friends he’s seen sit so close are Bucky and Buck.

“Stardust?” Harry repeats.

“You know, the Crosby song?”

Harry groans, reaching out to knock John’s arm lightly. “Call him Bing. I’m your only Crosby.”

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the joedyssey is Joe’s post war odyssey, inspired by the fact that he didn’t go home for years and this line from looking for the good war: The warrior’s solitude becomes the chief subject of the Odyssey, which traces the circuitous homeward path of Odysseus cast adrift in a postwar world of isolation. basically joe wanders america, visiting various members of easy company and contends with the war + how it’s changed all of them. it borrows its structure from Ulysses and so we check in with Web as the stephen dedalus figure, physically at Harvard but mentally adrift. naturally, as both ulysses and the odyssey are, the story is about figuring out how to return home/to the person you love.

All roads lead to the war, whether it be the angular turns of Joe’s mind, the winding curve of a bottle, or the dead end of a cigarette. It should come as no surprise then that the railroad brought him to Toccoa.

Toccoa; now surrounded by chain link fences. A guard bums a smoke from him and explains it’s a juvenile prison. Joe huffs out a sharp laugh; a rusty, unfamiliar sound. It would bring a tear of joy to Sobel’s eye, his legacy of petty tyranny inflicted on the band of hooligans he thought Easy Company was.

The guard tells him he can’t come in, almost apologetic. Joe waves him off. It’s just as well. He’d be expecting too many people that were long gone, dead or out of reach.

there are literally (a) DOZEN of us. next fic is about religious guilt in france. and then we’re going vampires in austria. they are so back….