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okayyyyyy one more set of title cards...!!

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Hashtag classic mash…

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just some mash cartoon title cards ^_^

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Oh my god these are so good.

more mash title cards!

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The dichotomy of heartfelt tributes to Loretta Swit interspersed with horny kpop gifs on my fyp right now is giving me whiplash.

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Today we say goodbye to Loretta Swit, our one-and-only Major Margaret Houlihan. She took the character that started out as "Hot Lips" and turned her into Margaret, elevating her from a bawdy sex joke into a woman all her own: strong, capable, self-assured and self-reliant, a character whose whole identity no longer relied on a man or the men around her, those she had pursued romantically or otherwise. A woman dedicated to her work, to being an Army nurse, an Army major, and a woman who refused to let herself be outclassed or outnumbered by the men who surrounded her. In a sense, Margaret Houlihan was Katharine Hepburn in Army fatigues. Only one of four people to last from season 1 to season 11 - the others being Alan Alda, Jamie Farr, and William Christopher - Loretta Swit brought great depth to the role of Margaret Houlihan, not to mention passion and love, and for her work, she won two Emmy's for portraying Margaret (for the episodes "Are You Now, Margaret?" and "The Birthday Girls"). No doubt Margaret played a large role in the lives of many as the show aired, and no doubt she played a large role in countless others during reruns, and a large role in our own, here. To see the love an actor has for the role they play, the character they breathe life into, it will always leave an indelible impression, and there is again no doubt Loretta Swit left behind an incredible legacy during her 11-year tenure as Major Margaret Houlihan. To Loretta, to Margaret, we salute you, and we thank you, for everything. May you rest in peace.

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Wunder - Leave ver.

Pairing: Fuma x reader (can be read for any gender but m-reader does drastically change the context)

tags: non-idol, icu-nurse Fuma, exes meeting again, other members mentioned, Fuma's not doing too hot, reader clearly has some issues of their own,

warnings: slightly suggestive, mentions of death, mentions of killing, mentioned/implied IPV (not against reader), mentioned/implied choking, mild cursing, mentions of covid,

"Lately I keep dreaming about you"

You stare at the text. It's six in the fucking in the morning and your phone apparently failed to turn on do not disturb last night, so any text would have been hard to justify in your eyes, but a (presumably) drunk text from you ex?

"Barf🤮"

is the answer you type out. You don't send it he's the type of guy who'd take that to heart and cold texting you or not there's no reason to hurt his feelings.

So you instead write: "Way to text me after four months"

That's how long it's been since you've last seen his face; running into him by chance while on a coffee date with a new guy. So much for staying in touch after breaking up. The brief meeting was awkward and the date didn't go well, maybe the new guy realised who he was competing with. You remember everything Fuma said on that day. You remember the way his hair fell into his eyes, wavy and slighly tousled. You rembember his dark cricles and the way his eyes sparkled when you commented on his new Evie bag charm.

You don't even remember your date's name. Life's funny like that sometimes. Before you get to send your answer you get a second text.

"I just wanted to know you're okay"

Which feels a little less cringe and a little more concerning than the first.

"Are you drunk?"

Its hard to say if that's more or less rude than what you were going to say, but it's what you text anyway.

"I just got off shift"

Of course he did. He's always just getting off a shift or just starting one or just filling in for someone else's shift. That was part of the problem right?

He's always head first into work, driving himself into the ground and it's hard to tell him not to. It's hard to tell an ICU nurse, 'no you can't cover your pregnant co workers third nightshift this week so she can sleep before she has a check up for her high risk pregnancy', 'no you can't pull more double shifts because two of your colleagues caught covid again', 'no you can't cancel your vacation because the hospital would rather leave the ICU understaffed than take on the cost to hire more people'. Not when you know how much this job means to him, how much his patients mean to him. It's hard to tell someone like that, 'no you can't because it's going to kill you'.

Because it will; not now, not soon, but sometime maybe 20-30 years down the road it will all catch up to him and eventually he'll find himself in one of those beds he so diligent guards every day.

It's his choice. It's the future he chose. It's not the one you wanted for him. It's not the one you wanted with him.

"I'm doing fine. How are you?"

You didn't have to answer, you could have told him off and gone back to sleep, could have kept the obligatory "I hope we can stay friends" the empty phrase it was meant to be.

"I'm fine. Just a lot on my mind lately"

Part of you wants to ask what the "a lot" is. Part of you just wants to ask him if he's talked about it to anyone and then shuffle off the responsibility to deal with it to one of his friends.

And then you want to ask him if he's talked to any of those friends lately and how they are doing; if Euijoo finally figured out how to say no to his pushy boss, if Nicholas is still talking to his model crush or if he's already ghosted them, if the House of K is still home to a bunch of unruly kids he basically picked up from the streets.

And tell him that maybe he should tell his mother, and how is she? And did his dad buy that caravan? And can you have his grandmothers Kare recipe? And you realise you have too many questions to ask your sleep deprived Ex at six in the morning when he really should get to sleep. So you ask even though it's probably a bad idea, even though you probably shouldn't

"Are you free tonight? Do you wanna grab a drink?"

"Yeah I'd like that"

You're two drinks in and slightly buzzed. He's on his third beer. It's going better than expected. It's just like old times, just you two chatting over drinks and too much fatty food, which he inhales like he's starving and you scramble to get your share.

You got to ask about his friends.

Eujioo still doesn't know how to say no but he managed to move his desk across the room, Nicholas was ghosted before he could ghost and K has somehow managed to become Mother to yet another Riki.

You got to ask about Fuma's mother, she's well, recently took up yoga. His dad bought the caravan, already took it to Izu and to Chiba. And now you're subscribed to his grandmother's cooking mailing list.

And you got to ask how he's doing. He insist he's doing well. Even smiled when he told you so, but he doesn't look like it. He's always been a bit heavier than you, his man-bulk you called it. Just a bit more fat for those big muscles, a bit of squish for better hugging. Not anymore though. He's lost weight, the squish is gone and he hugs like a marble statue.

You order a third drink and finally ask what you really want to know.

"You said you keep dreaming about me?

"I do"

"Often?"

"Every night I dream anything"

"Oh wow so a lot. What are those dreams about?", you smile quirking your eyebrow. You're teasing and you want him to see that you are. He's quiet for a long time, long enough for the waiter to put the glass of plum wine down in front of you.

"I keep dreaming that you kill me", he finally says, almost mumbles, into his glass. You stare at him. It's not the answer you expected. It's not an answer you'd expect. And you don't know what it means. You're sure it means something.

"How?"

You don't know what the right follow up question to ask is, but you know that's not it.

He keeps staring at his glass he looks far too drunk for three beers and you wonder where his tolerance has gone. His lashes look longer than they did back when you were together. Maybe you just never noticed how long they were before. His face still looks so soft even if his cheeks are a little hollow, still perfect for cupping it between your hands and just looking at him. He's pulled the inside of his bottom lip between his teeth, not much, just enough to tell.

He doesn't look uncomfortable, but you have to wonder if he's contemplating leaving.

Then he slowly lifts his hand from where he'd wrapped it around the base of the glass. It now wraps around his throat instead. Palm pressing against his trachea, fingers diggin into the sensitive spot beneath his chin you liked to tease so much. Kiss it, nip at it, leaving two little dents in the shape of your front teeth.

You stare at his fingers. At the way they press into the skin. You remember what they felt like. Soft, rubbed slightly raw from the frequent handwashing, his nails short surprisingly well manicured, so as to not pierce through any gloves at work, poke any patients. They wouldn't leave indents on his throat. Yours would.

It's impossible to tell how hard he's pressing down on his throat, if he's pressing at all. He's not looking at you, still blankly staring at the bottom of his almost empty glass and you almost wish he were.

Then the tension would dissipate and this would all turn into a cringe attempt at sexy flirting you could laugh and watch his ears turn red at.

But he's not flirting.

Without thinking you reach out your hand to place it over his. For a moment you want to press in, watch his skin turn red. You stop yourself, carefully peeling away his hand instead. His hand goes limp in yours like he can't hold it up any longer and he finally looks at you.

His eyes look strangely glassy. There's something in his look you can't place. He looks like he's a million miles away. And you want to ask a million questions about his dream.

You don't. You just squeeze his hand waiting for him to squeeze back. He doesn't instead he leans forward and you really want to kiss him but you know you should leave.

You pull away and let go of his hand, gently place it on the table and down the rest of your plum wine in one go.

"I think I should get going. I've got work tomorrow"

He doesn't look disappointed and you're a litte sad about that. He probably knows this is for the better, that it wouldn't end well. You get up.

He pulls his hand of the table and puts it in his lap looking up at you. He looks so innocent like this it almost hurts. He squints a little.

"I think I might have another", he says saving you from having to leave togehter.

You force a smile. "Okay well don't have too much. And get home save"

"You too"

He doesn't get up. You don't hug goodbye. It's better that way.

At the chas register you pay the whole tab, order him that fourth beer.

When you step out side you get greeted by a soft spray of spring rain. You forgot your umbrella, but your jacket has a hood. You fold it up and look back at him one last time. You stare at his neck for a little too long imagine it bruised purple.

You've never been this glad you ended things

AN: i hope you enjoyed that. Let me know if you want an alt version where you do decide to kiss Fuma. I don't usually write x reader but a new friend of mine lamented the lack of Fuma content here so I thought I'd try to mitigate that and writing this was pretty fun. If you're reading this ... hi.

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I'm spending a few weeks in japan and I've gone on a real crafting spree and it just all &Team themed key- and pc-holders 😅

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Am I insane or is this a reference to the immaculate conception of Christ? Has anyone else noticed any parallels between Pregnant Joker and the Virgin Mary?

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A real conversation I just had with my bestie. (For context I sent them the announcement for Enha World Tour and we went to see TXT in barcelona [where Beomgyu rudely stole one of our last two braincells])

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This is how an evening like this should go a questionably mixed martini and the objectively wrong choice of favourite falling in reverse song.

Like every few months I'm back on my bullshit spending my evening listening to falling in reverse and I'm still not sure whether Ronnie Radke is advocating for radical anarchy or fascism. (To be clear I mean just in the songs I have no idea what he's currently saying on the former bird app)

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I just realised I am in fact not a captive audience so I quit and will now listen to the original I'm not a vampire on repeat any no one can stop me

Like every few months I'm back on my bullshit spending my evening listening to falling in reverse and I'm still not sure whether Ronnie Radke is advocating for radical anarchy or fascism. (To be clear I mean just in the songs I have no idea what he's currently saying on the former bird app)

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Okay so I've reached trigger warning on popular monster and like yes he's correct I'm triggered. Triggered to roll my eyes and sigh like a kindergarden teacher waiting for a toddler to be done with their tantrum. Ngl he's kind of starting to sound like the muppet joker. I'm half expecting him to proclaim himself as a dark feminist in the next song

Like every few months I'm back on my bullshit spending my evening listening to falling in reverse and I'm still not sure whether Ronnie Radke is advocating for radical anarchy or fascism. (To be clear I mean just in the songs I have no idea what he's currently saying on the former bird app)

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I just switched to the album to take a bath and All My Life came back on and like respectfully to who ever mixed this; no.

Like every few months I'm back on my bullshit spending my evening listening to falling in reverse and I'm still not sure whether Ronnie Radke is advocating for radical anarchy or fascism. (To be clear I mean just in the songs I have no idea what he's currently saying on the former bird app)

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I want Prequel to be a call to anarchy so bad but if it is why should I follow Ronnie anywhere?

Like every few months I'm back on my bullshit spending my evening listening to falling in reverse and I'm still not sure whether Ronnie Radke is advocating for radical anarchy or fascism. (To be clear I mean just in the songs I have no idea what he's currently saying on the former bird app)

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Also just to add I think we can all agree that All My Life is fucking dogshit right?

Like every few months I'm back on my bullshit spending my evening listening to falling in reverse and I'm still not sure whether Ronnie Radke is advocating for radical anarchy or fascism. (To be clear I mean just in the songs I have no idea what he's currently saying on the former bird app)

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Never noticed this gem in the "Tuttle" credits.