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urlocalfrogmammy · 4 years

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i’ll see you at the movies—george luz

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a dark night in a camp mackall cinema leads to george luz and y/n making a promise they intend to keep

tik tok pulled thru w this song. it just screams george luz at me. warnings: my love of vintage movies and film studies are really apparent. word count 1.3k of pure george luz floof

it was the march of 1943, and toccoa felt a lifetime ago. camp mackall was the closest thing to luxury you had experienced since before you'd left home, especially in comparison to fort benning. fort benning made toccoa feel like a spa holiday. thudding your kit onto the closest cot you could, you flung yourself onto it. "tired?" perconte asked, quirking a smile.

"you have no idea frank. no idea."

"hey guys!" hoobler rushed in, "you'll never guess what they've got! heated showers!" you couldn't help but grin at hoob's childlike wonder.

mackall had one thing that stood out the most to you, and your boyfriend. it had a cinema. your love of movies had bonded you with george luz from the first mention of john wayne. you'd spent hours together that night, chatting about movies and chain smoking in the PX tent. soon it became a weekly occurrence. the men all prayed to all that is holy that the pair of you would just admit you were in love. christmas day 1942, luz held a piece of mistletoe over your head (god knows where from) and you finally sealed lips. the relationship was open between the men, but you kept it discreet with the officers, god forbid sobel ever found out. the pair of you held back on the PDA and the officers would turn a blind eye to it.

even the food was better than anything in the other camps. the mess hall was busy with people enjoying it. "so fellas, and lady," skip always made an entrance, "how are we finding mackall?"

"it's better than benning." malarkey's opinion was muffled by the potato in his mouth.

"anything's better than benning. i never wanna see another frying pan again!" you laughed at george's reference and squeezed his knee under the table. he smiled at this affectionate gesture, placing his hand over yours. "it's got a cinema," you piped up, "i'm glad of that." the men all murmured an agreement, george especially. you were both beyond excited. now you could both could go see some movies, some fresh meat for the pair of you to dissect.

a few weeks passed. you'd practice field exercises, none of which had ended well. sobel trued his best, you'd give him that, but his best wasn't good enough. there was a universal feeling between enlisted men and officers alike. you wouldn't last five minutes out there with him in charge. finally you were lay on your cot, on your belly with your eyes closed, when you felt the mattress sink. two of luz's knees were straddling you and he leaned down. "they're playing a new movie tomorrow. it's got rita hayworth in it. and fred astaire."

"yeah?" you mumbled, too lazy to move now that you were nearly asleep.

"yeah." george kissed the shell of your ear.

"sounds good, baby." you lifted your head slightly and patted george's arm before thudding back down and enjoying the feeling of a bed. you couldn't help but smile as you felt him hop down, and crouch next to your bed. "not even a sneaky goodnight kiss?" he asked, fake pouting. you complied, pecking him on the lips and he grinned at you wildly. "sweet dreams, angel."

you spent a whole day training. jumps were getting more and more complicated, with rifles and other small arms. when you got back, however, that's when the real shock came. everyone was a victim. sobel had raided everything, and confiscated anything he considered contraband. the barracks were trashed, sheets turned over, footlockers open and emptied. all your letters were gone. sighing, you slammed the lid of your footlocker down and felt like screaming. "you too?" george asked, crouching down next to you.

"yeah. every single goddamn letter. how the fuck is that contraband?"

"sobel's... he likes asserting his power doesn't he? he can scream at us all he likes now, and it doesn't work. he's gotta find new tactics." you were on the verge of tears. "cmon. let's go outside huh?"

outside the barracks, you could slip behind them and gain a little privacy. you stood together, george's arm around your waist, smoking together in silence. he rubbed circles into your hips gently and you rested your head on his shoulder. "what's the film george?"

"you were never lovelier." he said, blowing smoke out of his mouth. smirking, he leaned down and crooned: "you are always lovely y/n!" you smacked his arm playfully, stroked his face, and gave him a peck on the lips. his warm brown eyes spoke of his love for you, without him having to open his mouth. "i'm sad he took away my letters." you nuzzled into his neck. "i miss home."

"we all do." there was nothing more george could say to comfort you, you knew that, so he instead pulled you into his chest for a hug.

the cinema was packed, but george managed to snag you both a seat at the back. you sat between him and sergeant lipton, he gave you a warm smile and a gentle hello as you sat down. george grasped you hand tightly in the dark. as the film started rolling, you could feel the excitement building up in you, and in george. you were a far cry happier than you were before you'd sat down.

"that was a good movie." bill lit up a cigarette and nodded in contentment.

"that was an amazing movie!" george smiled, arm over your shoulder.

"i'd kill to be as pretty as rita hayworth."

"aw, baby, you're a thousand times more beautiful that she could ever be!" george pinched your cheek and joe toye pretended to gag, asking you both to get a room.

"you're all just jealous because your girl isn't as smart as mine!"

bill chuckled, "she ain't that smart."

"oh yeah? y/n, baby, tell them about mr acuña."

"he is disgustingly misogynistic, manipulative, stubborn, and controlling!" you turned around and started to jump where you stood, "but film recognizes he is a problematic character, even if he never receives any kind of comeuppance for his terrible behavior! that's important! the film uses mr acuña to teach us that even if how we treat people doesn't lead to a punishment it doesn't mean it isn't wrong!" huffing after losing all your breath, you watched as the men started at you in amazement. "that's what i think anyway."

"that's my girl!" george shouted proudly.

the PX tent was where it really got good. both tipsy and excited, you and george were swinging round the dance floor singing the shorty george. “good people i'm telling you!"

"that the shorty george is the dance to do!" the pair of you started to wildly dance, you trying to tap dance like rita hayworth did, george tipping his garrison cap like fred astaire. the men cheered and clapped at this performance, finding it almost as amusing as the film itself. george swung you around and you squealed in utter delight. you were intoxicated, not by alcohol, but by george luz.

the alcohol did get to your heads though. stumbling down the dirt track, back to the barracks, you stopped to stare up at the sky. “what is it baby?” george slurred, grasping onto your jacket. “look! the stars! the cosmos! the world... it’s so big!” you laughed manically. george pulled you flush to him and grinned. “yeah, it is! one day baby... no listen... one day, when you come back to rhode island with me—”

“if i come back to—”

“when! baby this isn’t a negotiable. but i’m gonna take you to every damn cinema in the state! and... and... yeah!”

“and... i’ll kiss you in every one!” he leaned in and pulled you into a kiss. it was sloppy, but the love and affection you held for each other was poured into it. george’s hands rested on your cheeks, yours on his shoulders. “i love you.” those three words slipped out your mouth before you could stop them. george just pulled away properly and smiled. “i love you too baby.”

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laberintos-espinas · 4 years

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Cold Kindness (Chapters 12 and 13: Breaking Glass)

Günter Sanders was tidying up the café with Gertrude Fephr, both taking care of everything from the prior night, generally, dishes forgot about, and unwashed dishes in the kitchen. The floor was cleared spotless, both speculation since it was Saturday, Carmen would be in, however regularly she came in late on Saturday's, as Friday's were a touchy night - as often as possible - with much drinking going on Chapters Interactive Stories Diamond Hack Lager contains were presently being picked and extra pizza- - not eaten from the prior night - was being tossed into the trash jars by Gertrude. At that point out of nowhere, Gertrude got a call, it was Carmen, she was not feeling admirably, and approached Gertrude to close the spot for her tonight, she'd not have the option to make it in.

"Ja" (Sure) she told Carmen, with a voice that was more worried about her prosperity than about creation cash.

She'd [She being: Carmen] regularly compensated her for such things as this with an additional reward a couple of times each year; and if her supervisor didn't offer it to her, Adolph, she'd remove it from her own cash and offer it to Gertrude for her devotion. - For the most part, Gertrude did it for her when asked, yet it was turning into a fortnightly errand now, before it was maybe on more than one occasion in a multi month time span. She never gave Günter a reward however - and he never griped, I guess he felt fortunate to in any case be working.

The earlier night had been a social affair of old companions after the couple of clients in the guesthouse had left. Adam had appeared, and Laszlo and Koln Lindeual were there and they met Adam. When Carmen was gone, they attempted to converse with Adam about her unforeseen weakness, and not to accept it as genuine as to censure her for things she was unable to help. What's more, Gertrude was available, as she was most occasions when there was a social gathering; and Gyorogy and Bernard were available; all attempting to guarantee Adam, life would be better when she could assemble the bits of her dad's passing. Yet, Adam felt it was significantly more than that, it was something imbedded within her at an a lot more youthful age, and it, whatever it was, had not mended and was not going to recuperate.

(At present, Carmen had sharp yet at the same time some delicate forms; and smooth dim shot hair; still appealing; sort of a readiness which was perhaps to a greater degree a balance than shape. She additionally had strain in her face and body, evenness to her once pretty grin. She appeared chilled and tired more often than not.)

Adam was at the PX, charmingly conversing with his two representatives, and Frantisek, a German lady, wedded to a GI, whom made a trip to get some pop, milk, bread and tin products; sort of a preplanned stop for her. For she truly needed to converse with Adam, yet felt she should initially raise Carmen so it wasn't so self-evident, she was very pulled in to him. Carmen was popular in the network, and realized the entryway watches, realized them just as anybody I assume, and had met a few of Adam's clients. Also, truly, Frantisek knew Carmen too.

"It would appear that you will be quitting for the day?" said Frantisek with a fascinating grin, one that stated, 'I like what I see... (with expanded understudies)'.

"No, no...oo...not truly, I close up at 3:00 PM each Saturday; you just regularly come in, in the mornings, on the off chance that I review right." It was near three.

"You should and I going out when the base shuts down and all the GI's go out for preparing one month from now?" It was two times every year the entire compound would need to go to preparing up north for thirty days, and during this time a significant number of the housewives were disregarded on base and they'd top off the two clubs on base, many undermining their spouses. She was twenty-three years of age, and wedded to a Captain in his mid thirties, and very stunning, with a charming face, a face that appeared to blow smoke into yours, with a sexual greeting joined to it; and bends in the correct spots.

"Sounds like decent music, in case I'm not going with Carmen I may take you up on that, in the event that no doubt about it?" She saw Adam, grinned, and afterward kissed him on the cheek. It's what she needed to hear, if not more.

"You'll simply need to discover, won't you?" Adam took in a full breath and gestured 'yes'. He wasn't even certain on the off chance that he implied what he stated, she had asked previously, however he just reddened and left. This time for reasons unknown he didn't, he took it somewhat further.

[The Apartment] As Adam entered Carmen's loft, the kitchen was brimming with smoke, and staleness appeared to skip off the dividers. As he strolled over to the kitchen window- - for he had a key for such events when she'd not answer the entryway - ; along these lines, he pulled down the shade in the kitchen and shut the blind, bolted the entryway behind him. He tossed his coat on the floor, she was by her bed, sitting on its edge face down. He at that point killed the lights in the kitchen and primary room; a light despite everything gleamed marginally from the entryway being open in the restroom. The sky was low tonight thought Adam, and her once more, his sweetheart, was sad, despairing. Her face was in a contorted structure, as though she had a stroke, yet it wasn't a stroke, it was twisted from crying, and outrage. Tucked inside her head was that voice he knew, the voice just she knew, no one else yet her and God.

[Breaking Glass] The house appeared to be still, for both Adam and Carmen, an outright stillness- - a stone stillness. There was no development for the minute in the bed; a light crash in the lobby, alongside a splitting of the wood sounded, as though somebody was pacing. Once in a while a snicker of keys hitting against each other resounded.

Adam tilted her head back put his hand under her neck to hold it immovably set up. He calculated the proprietor was doubtlessly somewhere outside the entryway of the condo, he was a snoop. Be that as it may, at that point Carmen regularly lost her temper and would break things, thus he may had been stressed over harm to his high rise, and simply looking at things.

Ivan, he was nearly embracing the entryway now- - attempting to get a sound, yet proved unable - couldn't hear a thing. He didn't confide in Adam, yet then he was unable to make sense of Carmen's conduct of late either. He reprimanded Adam for it generally, in light of the fact that she wasn't like this eighteen months prior, when she came to live at his place, and now she was. So blameworthy or not, he got the fault.

A substantial torment went to her, and she said a few bothersome words, she attempted to make no clamor yet her head hurt once more, as though a blast had occurred. Out of not-thinking- - a programmed reaction, she went into the kitchen, found a lot of half-inch thick, drinking glasses, got consistently (there were six) and tossed them against the divider attempting to break them. They didn't break, she needed to break them severely, and attempted a subsequent time. The elderly person got terrified, ears by the loft entryway, and ran first floor, not certain what to do. At that point she tossed them once more, and over and over. Next he believed he had no way out: he returned up the stairs, "What's happening in there?" he shouted. Adam opened the entryway and there was Carmen sitting on the seat alongside the window with two of the six glasses in her grasp. She saw him, and put them down tenderly on the kitchen table. Ivan took a gander at her unusually, not exactly comprehending what to think about everything; nearly in dismay.

"I was attempting to break these glasses," said Carmen nearly in a daze, as though she didn't have a clue what she was stating. The Landlord took a gander at the glasses, "You can't break them they're made to be unbreakable. What's up with both of you?" Adam took a gander at him.

"Nothing with me Sir, it's her, I tossed nothing."

Said Carmen with a sorrowful voice: "Ich...es tut mir leid...wirklich...!" (I, I am heartbroken, really!)," Ivan looked perplexed at her, "...really I am sorry Ivan. I'll pay for the divider harms, truly I will. Simply fix it and charge me," she included.

He at that point grinned, "You getting them migraines once more?" That's what she called them when he'd ask previously.

"Yaw, it was genuine terrible this time, I was unable to think."

"All things considered, o...ok, yet Adam, you, you have to leave, let her work it off, and quit taking care of her liquor." Adam shook his head, and didn't let out the slightest peep, Ivan figured he required a reason to advise to his better half, and including him into the insane zone of conduct, well, it made Carmen not look as terrible as she seemed to be, that was tantamount to anything he assumed, why not utilize that.

Oddly enough, Carmen emerged from bed early, prepared to meet Adam for a ride with him into the Black Forest; She put on a long skirt, with nothing under it, honestly she was bare, and her bosoms were presented - to a high degree, in this way, her entire body was chilled, as she felt the cool breeze of the morning.

Adam had met her somewhere around her vehicle, at her loft. He saw she was looking a little changed today, practically indiscriminate. There was a cut in her dress as far as possible up to her upper thigh. It was practically discourteous, if not sluttish, Adam thought, however he got into the vehicle with her. He had somewhat green Volkswagen, and he loved driving in her sportier looking vehicle, so as consistently they utilized hers. As he sat in the front seat, and she drove, he continued reasoning this was going to destroy the day, that is, this new look of hers. What was it she was attempting to demonstrate, or state [?] he asked himself.

"What is it," asked Carmen, "for what reason would you say you are gazing at me to such an extent?"

"Can't make sense of you, you're looking...I mean your look: for what reason did you dress like a prostitute?"

"Like a what!" she howled, "A whore...?" She pummeled the brakes of the vehicle, headed over to the roadside - prepared to smack his face.

"You got dark red lipstick on, and this cosmetics, and your bosoms are jumping out of your pullover."

"You haven't taken me to bed like you used to, thought you'd prefer to have a prostitute today, so I dressed like one, and on the off chance that you need, we can do it directly here in the vehicle." She grinned with geeing outrage - hand open prepared to slap at the correct minute. What she was unable to state, however was speculation right now was, was turning out in her taking on the appearance of she had- - like a prostitute as he portrayed her, or so it appeared. Be that as it may, all

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oyjyms · 7 years

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Dugo, Pawis At Pera (Blood, Sweat, and Money) Part 2

I passed 1st sem! Then when 2nd semester came, it was the biggest challenge so far and I did not know it yet. Yes, still the same problems, money, laboratory, grades and etc. But now it was more complexed, we had to find 2 patients for our Removable Partial Dentures subject. And we were doing this for free. We will be spending for them.

RPD: You would think it would be easy since all the people have teeth? But no, it wasn’t. We had to find certain cases wherein the patient needs dentures where she/he has 4 missing posterior teeth bilaterally. At first we were all eager to start looking for patient. On the first day of class we went to this hospital and a lot of them wanted to volunteer but in the end only few were compliant to come to our school every week. Most of the people have jobs and although some may sacrifice there time, our CI would reject them because there case is far beyond out capabilities. So it was difficult to find one patient let alone 2. For example, the patient I found living nearby was really happy to have dentures but when we did Xray on him, it revealed that his teeth was a special case. I was sure to spend a lot. So the seniors advised me to look for another patient. Luckily, I had a partner! My Korean friend! Yes, the smart friend whom comforted me last sem. She has a senior friend whose maid’s friend was looking for dentures. Haha! Her mom was actually the one who wanted dentures but it turned out she needed complete dentures, so we chose the former. She only had part time job so she complied on going to school every week. Our patient was very compliant. Thanks to God! But that didn’t mean we didn’t have troubles handling her. I don’t want to say that she has a bad personality, she really doesn’t. But our CI told us that she might be a little spoiled. But that was all. For the next patient to look for, it was a group patient. But sadly all the patients that we brought to school were rejected. We did Xray na ha! It was expensive! Good thing there were 10 of us. It took us until last week of February to look for our patient. Yup. Deadly right. And she was just working in the canteen! Right under our noses! Hay! Sadly we didn’t know that the defense for the group patient was earlier than the individual/by pair patients deadline. So we rushed everything: cleaning, the design, restoration, rest seat, framework then we had the dentures. Let me just say it, we were not able to delegate the tasks properly. We didn’t fought but you could see some people were stressed out. We were really tired. We argued but in the end we managed.

CD: When Christmas vacation almost came, my patient had a stroke. She texted me that her face was distorted and she couldn’t come to school anymore. So as for me, I didn’t believe it. I thought she meant that her face was fatigued over the procedures we’ve done so when she finally showed up to school I was really surprised to see that her face was unable to move/feel and one of her eye can’t even blink! I was so shocked, I ran to the faculty room and looked for any Prostho CI and Doc A got her BP and told me it was high. We asked if she had a stroke and she said she didn’t. She told us that she woke up, ate and then her grandchildren were telling her that her face was distorted so she was checked by a doctor and got her prescriptions. According to her, it wasn’t stroke but it clearly was. She even told us that she got so angry the day before that, she had a fight with her son and it was very hot since she was working at there store. She was in denial. I was so worried I had done her wrong and that it was my fault somehow but to her kindness, she reassured me that it wasn’t. She even said that she wanted to continue making the dentures for me since I already started and spent my money.

“Nianhi lang pud ko kay luoy pud bya ang bata, pwede pa man gyapun ko mupadayun.”

Our CI told me that it would be hard for me to make the dentures, I had to repeat all over again because her face was distorted so they opted to let her rest and told me to change my patient. I said “Of course” since my guilt would really eat me up if she continued to become my patient and would suddenly have stroke again. I couldn’t afford it. And for the short span that nanay and I bonded, I really felt warm around her. Afterwards she went home and Doc Ar told me that it would be best to change patient because she might have stroke on my hands and it might get worse. He told me that it was going to be okay, they were going to help me look for another patient. That day, Doc told me to wait for the agent whom supplies us with patients. I went to the library since I was too overwhelmed to deal with everything, I just wanted some silence in the quiet room which I was alone since it was class time. Then, I cried. I forced myself to let it out. There I was alone in the quiet area, sobbing my eyes out. I did not see it coming. For all the chances that my patient would have stroke, who would have thought it would be me? During our first interview and case history she really sounded healthy to me. Me and my friend who was in the other section, we have the same patient, she also thought we got lucky with our patient since she was healthy and would even help us out. But tragedies happen and we hoped it doesn’t happen to us but it does and what happens next is what matters most, not what happened. When I remembered my friend whose going to change px also, I stopped crying, studied for the exam the next day and went back to the room. The agent told me that she was going to get another patient for me next week. My friend came to the classroom and asked me if it was true about the stroke and changing patients. And I told her that it was and it was going to be okay and that we were going to do it next week. Everything we’ve been doing the past 2 months, we were going to do it again in 2 weeks. Huh. Never thought of it that way. My friends were really sad for me and I felt touched by them. They said that why could it have been me of all people? For all the students, why can’t it be the arrogant smartass student? That’s what they kinda told me except they actually mentioned a name. They shared their sympathy for me but I told my friend “Don’t be sad for me, dli man ako nastroke. Ako mang patient. Sya man ang luoy.” And that was that. I realized that anything could really happen. I didn’t want to control and expect so much of my life afterwards but it didn’t stop me from catching up with my classmates. I was gonna start from scratch. Luckily, I had a new patient but my other friend didn’t because it there was somebody else assigned to my patient for their class. She reassured me that it was okay, since I did not wanna waste time because I had classes during that afternoon. And a week after that, I would only get one day. I sit in after my other subject and thank God the CIs allowed me! And I did not even fail to attend my other class so I finished it quick and get back to CD. The information about our patient spread to the faculty room. So Doc B, thank you so much for allowing me to get out of class early. I could see a lot of sympathies and help from everyone which helped me to get back up and try really hard. The Prostho CIs are all kind hearted! I admire them so much. When Christmas vacation came, I didn’t catch up yet. But when classes began with the new year, I think I was optimistic. I think January has its way of making it a month full of possibilities and after weeks of a compliant patient with a kind heart, we catched up to our classmates. When Feb came I was becoming late in our meetings and realized that 2 weeks later so I speed it up. And there I was, about to cook my dentures. My friends would ask me how I did it, I would simply tell them that the CIs really helped me out a lot. But my dentures was still not perfect although I am proud to have tried so hard for to be. And THE SATISFACTION of seeing my patient smile is absolutely breathtaking. Yes, when I saw him smile, I lit up. My patient had better teeth than I had! Haha! He was really glad I made it earlier. He said that his past dentures didn’t fit anymore. I was glad he liked it. I was so happy I think that’s why I fell in love with Dentistry. All the stress felt nothing compared to that smile! In all honesty, it really did. Resto: It was just filling the preps. Just filling the preps. Or so I thought. Again, I was behind schedule and this time I didn’t saw my midterm grade. I was trying so hard in Resto but it looked like I was slacking off. I tried but maybe it wasn’t my best. The lectures were really easy to understand. But when exams came, it was very difficult to comprehend. It was a challenging subject. All the other subjects brought a lot of drama too such as Anesthesiology. It was my first time to inject someone in the mouth. It was dramatic. I was so sad when my partner told me that she failed it. I had a good grade. It was really making me feel guilty even though she said it was okay. Oral Pathology and Orthodontics were fun for me. I had a lot of failures last sem. Specially in my lab finals and lec final exams. But, I passed second sem! Barely! Holy shit! I could tell you so much more stressful stories last sem but I want to end it here. Thanks for taking your time reading this long post! Next up, clinician years: J1, J2, S1, S2. Holy shit. Plus reevaluation before becoming one. I know I’ll fail resto a lot. So help me God.

#thoughts #personal

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