Fingers Crossed for Jury Duty

[Gemmill, Wyle, Wells] are such incredible allies who really walk the walk. We have over 40% of our department heads are women. 50% of our writers’ room are women. I’m of Indian descent. We have Cynthia Adarkwa is from Ghanaian descent. Valerie Chu is Taiwanese and Chinese descent. We are having all of these different voices in our writer's room. We have representation from LGBTQ members. That really ripples throughout every realm, not just what we see on the camera but behind camera because that's vital. And so when you have allies who really understand what this is, that it's not just to say that you checked as box, but because it really is impactful, that's where I get hope from...So as much as the mandates may be technically gone, I still look for the allies out there and they do exist, and they're the ones who are going to have to champion the movement going forward. - Simran Baidwin, Executive Producer and Writer of the Pitt

I might translate this article later today. This one was the most complete one, even in Italian news it's not talked about that much.

Jack Abbot/Michael "Robby" Robinavitch | World War 1 AU | Hurt/Comfort | 16k

Chapter 1/7 | AO3 Summary: July 1916. During the first days of the Battle of the Somme, American field medic Jack Abbot arrives at a British Casualty Clearing Station with his right leg shattered beyond saving. The exhausted surgeon who amputates it, Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, should forget him like the hundreds of other wounded passing through his hands. Yet he doesn't. As Jack fights to survive and Dr. Robby struggles with the impossible burden of saving lives in a war determined to destroy them, an unexpected connection forms between two American doctors far from home.

Chapters: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 / 10 Wordcount: 45,163 Rating: E Warnings: It's the Middle Ages. It's the fucking Reconquista. Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Medieval, Historical Accuracy, Period Typical Attitudes, Jewish Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Knight Jack Abbot

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“So I, a Jew, am to return to Muslim lands, guarded by a Christian knight? And what am I to do with you, when we get to Granada?”

“You need do nothing with me. Only let me come with you, be with you. When you wish me gone, bid me go. You have no obligation to me, I ask nothing but your friendship, but… don’t cast me off, not yet. I ask only that. My desires have not changed. But that remains my cross alone to bear.” Jacques tried to summon up a smile to hide behind. “I have, after all, sworn a vow of chastity.”

Michael’s soft hand cupped Jacques’ cheek, more tenderly than Jacques deserved.

Jacques’ caged desire fluttered against its bars.

“But I haven’t,” Michael said. 

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