rionaleonhart | Choking To Death On His Own Smug Gittiness.

This may well be further proof of my Utter Lack of Taste, but I’ve taken to watching Scrubs recently. It’s got a protagonist who’s a little bit insane, the Janitor From Hell, a rather quirky and utterly mad sense of humour that I really, really adore, and also an incredibly sarcastic doctor whom I adore even more. Scrubs clearly knows The Way To My Heart, and it has taken the most direct route. Oh yes.

Seriously, just one of those things on the list would have been enough for me to fall in love with it. The fact that it also has Slightly Insane Protagonist/Incredibly Sarcastic Doctor subtext (when JD is absently staring for nonsexual reasons at Doctor Cox’s crotch area: “...well, I’m thrilled you approve, but for the last time: I’m up here. I’m up here. *whistles* I’m up here!”) makes me suspect that someone has actually studied me in order to find out everything I could possibly want in a TV programme and created Scrubs just to make me happy. I would like to thank that person. A lot.

It’s also got me back into reading fanfiction, which I haven’t been doing for a while. Scrubs is the sort of thing I really wish I could write fanfiction about, because I love its tone and it would be marvellous to write something for once that, y’know, isn’t completely saturated with angst. Not that Scrubs doesn’t have its fair share of angst, because it certainly does, but it’s not completely saturated. But I don’t have the slightest handle on the tone or the characters (I can’t write Americans why can I not write Americans?) or anything remotely doctorly, so I’m going to have to hold off writing for a while. For now, I am happy because I have been able to find some marvellous fanfiction that keeps to the spirit of the show and is also JD/Cox.

Yes, I’m predictable and shallow. What’s your point?

Choking To Death On His Own Smug Gittiness.

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