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His head had that usual cottony feeling. When he was little he compared it to the world-rattling, icy cold of getting hit in the skull with a snowball that was mostly ice. Tommy Gillis’ cousin Peter had done that to Hawk once. That’s what chronokinesis felt like, some of the time—at least the exciting part, the part that people wanted to hear about.
(in which Hawkeye gets tangled in time.)
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09 Feb 2026
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Skyscrapers in the city didn’t reach so much as hunch, Atlases under the sky’s stifling weight. High-rise lights in the distant far-up were smothered by the smog, which broke itself against the brickwork—just another murder-suicide.
One more cold night in a long spell of dark, listless, collar-turned-up evenings. New York. Nineteen fifty-three.
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Two doctors-turned-detectives meet by chance. They fall out, fall in, and fall together in the fall of 1953.
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BJ Hunnicut stands amidst billowing brown dust and a sea of uniforms to match. And he doesn’t know how long this war will last, and he doesn’t know how he’s going to hold this whole operation together when it’s already splitting at its seams.
These are the things he does know: the 4077th, the patients under his hands, and the tangled loop of tomorrow,
and tomorrow,
and tomorrow.
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15 Sep 2025
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Amazing exploration of the MASH time loop concept.
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“He’s gotten into his head that he needs to take me on vacation. And he’s planning on sticking around until I agree to go.”
“So are you going?”
“Do you think I should?”
Dad folded the newspaper over itself and smoothed it down on the table. “I know better than to tell you what to do.”
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03 Aug 2025
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Clinging to a crumbling marriage, BJ hasn’t written to Hawkeye in five years. A phone call from an old friend after the death of Hawkeye’s father sends him across the country to fix his mistakes.
Something like dread begins to pool in his stomach, seeping in through the carefully sealed cracks. Margaret wouldn’t call like this without it being an emergency, he reasons. If she wanted to get back in touch with him, she would write. This feels important.
Margaret seems to steel herself. “Just…have you heard from Hawkeye lately?”
Ice flows through his veins. His stomach drops. “No.”
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29 Apr 2025