#turk and JD from scrubs

[fellthemarvelous]

This gif is so funny to me because of Georgia and Anna in the background.

They have that "same shit, different day" energy going on because Michael and David are just that obsessed with each other.

"Sorry, kids, your dads are flirting with each other again."

[nyatem]

Fixated on scrubs again . I love sillie doctors

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

i wish i had more knowhow abt video editing/wanted to actually be on camera bc i know i would KILL a mike's mic type video about scrubs

[unlikely-bloom]

when ppl genuinely think kyle and cartman hate each other i go a little. i get a little. it makes me kinda

[mostesteemedgingeroverlord]

I watched Scrubs for the first time in college, when I knew nothing about hospital culture or the weight of working in medicine. I liked it, I laughed, I cried, but I didn’t fully get it.

I’m rewatching it on the other side of the covid pandemic and three and half years of nursing later. Now it’s like therapy. It may lean more towards satire and be pretty silly at times, but it captures hospital dynamics and the emotionality and trauma of working in healthcare in a way that makes me feel seen.

[reticent-writer]

Hi! Feel free to reject but can I get Lucifer having a male (or female if you feel more comfortable writing that) best friend that everyone pretty much assumes they are together? Like JD and Turk friendship from Scrubs.

Example in this video: https://youtu.be/lgeoL_QV3y0?si=aupEDU2dD98aBklr

Lucifer x male best friend reader

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Lucifer is obviously JD in this situation

You used to be an angel untill Lucifer fell

U threw your halo off and fell through the clouds so he wouldn't be alone (even though he was there with lilth)

In hell you took on the roll of his assistant/advisor

You even lived with him and lilith

You like his other half

He cannot function with you and vise versa

Lilith couldn't believe that as straight as the two of you are completely gay for each other

When Charlie was born it was like she had 2 dads

"Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N!" Lucifer came storming into your room, practically jumping out of his skin.

"WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT!" You matched his energy.

"CHARLIE INVITED ME TO THE HOTEL!" He squealed like a school girl.

"OH MY GOD! when?"

"In an hour.... We gotta get ready."

Que Lucifer and you rushing to look presentable (even though you already do)

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From the moment you two arrived at the hotel a certain spider demon took notice of your peculiar relationship.

You sat yourself at the bar along with mimzie.

"Soo you and the short guy fuckin'." Angel bluntly stated.

"Oh no no no. I'm straight. He's straight. But he's 100℅ mine." You explained.

"Oh like a bromance shorta thing, that's cute." Mimzie said while sipping on her drink.

"How long you two been together." Angel insist on considering you a couple.

"From the start."

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[nat-20s]

I think Shawn and Gus would watch Scrubs and Shawn, king of subtlety, would be like "how long do you think it would actually take for JD and Turk to figure things out?" And Gus would be like "Shawn what the hell are you talking about" and Shawn would be like "that they're in love??? Like yeah theyve got some hang ups but I've never seen two dudes that wanna remove the b from bromance more. Well, at least not two dudes in fiction amirite" and nudges Gus with an elbow and Gus stares at him for a second then replies "if this is supposed to be some sort of confession it's lame as hell. Also I'm nothing like Turk" and Shawn snorts and goes "please we all know I'm the Turk of our dynamic" and then they get into a slap fight and never once Acknowledge that it was a lame as hell confession

[just-alittle-spooky]

ACQUIRED TASTE

Pairing: John Dorian x reader Summary: The story of how JD and the reader ended up together. Warnings: none. Just fluffy. My poor attempt at a Dr. Cox rant.

• • •

It could be said that you had unique taste. Maybe even unusual taste. At least, that's what Dr. Cox, Dr. Kelso, Laverne, Mrs. Sullivan—hell, even The Janitor—had all told you. It wasn't the way you dressed, or wore your hair, or the music you listened to. That was all fairly normal. In fact, most of your interests were as ordinary as they came. Still, your most acquired taste was that of your peculiar boyfriend: the one and only John Dorian.

JD had been there for you in your first year as a medical intern. He was only a few years ahead of you, and you'd been one of the newer interns while he was in his last year as a resident. One time in particular, patient had coded. She was a sweet elderly woman that you'd grown unnecessarily close to. Even though she'd been your patient, you froze when you heard the flatline, and it wasn't until Dr. Dorian got there that you felt like you could breathe again. It was always easier to handle things when there was someone more experienced in the room. He let you run the room, and pronounced Miss Fleming dead at 7:02pm. Afterwards, he'd reassured you that you'd done your best, and there wasn't anything else you could do. To your great humiliation, he noticed the few tears that rolled down your cheeks, and he had scrambled to give you the crinkled, brown, cafeteria napkin he had in the pocket of his scrubs. It managed to pull a smile out of you, and from that point forward he was your go-to guy whenever you had a question.

It was only fair. JD was brilliant, and more than approachable. Dr. Cox and Dr. Kelso were terrifying, and you got the sense that Dr. Reid didn't like interns very much. Or maybe it was just you that she didn't like. Carla was loving and supportive, but she always seemed like she had enough on her plate, and didn't need you adding any more on.

That left JD. You'd called him Dr. Dorian at first, until you heard some of his friends refer to him by the two letter nickname. And one day you finally mustered up the courage to ask if you could call him that as well. He gave you a crooked smile and enthusiastically informed you that you could, and that he'd love nothing more. After that, JD wasn't just a superior, but a friend.

He made your first few years a whole lot easier. It was nice having someone around that you could always go to with a question or an emergency, and who always seemed to have the right answer. Furthermore, he was always eager to help, and it was a lot easier to ask him than the surly Dr. Cox or the neurotic Dr. Reid.

As for JD, he loved playing the hero. He'd never understand why Dr. Cox got so irritated when interns asked for his help. JD loved it, he thrived on it. And sure, maybe he was a little extra helpful when it came to you. But, really, who could blame him? You were attractive, fun, kindhearted, and smart. It wasn't his fault that when you asked him for help, out of all people, it made his heart flip.

Which brought you to a few weeks ago. By now, you'd settled in quite well. You were in your final year of residency and you'd gotten to know the hospital like the back of your hand. Stop by the nurse's station and say hello first thing every morning or there'd be hell to pay, always be in the cafeteria before or after the lunch rush to avoid getting trampled, don't ask Dr. Mickhead about his wife, don't take Dr. Kelso's insults to heart, and avoid the Todd at all costs. Beyond that, you'd made friends with JD's gang, a title that you'd given them in passing which the namesake had latched onto and refused to let go of. Carla had stayed just as maternal as ever, Turk was supportive and surprisingly wise, Elliot was still wary of you but warming up every day (even if her hands never did), and JD, of course, was JD.

He was handsome, witty, goofy, and sensitive, with his heart eternally in the right place despite the countless missteps he might've taken. John Dorian was nothing short of the guy of your dreams, even if he had no romantic feeling towards you in return. Or so you thought, anyway.

Carla had been telling you for months to just ask him out but you always had a reason not to. He was busy, or you were busy, or he wasn't interested, or Dr. Cox was hounding you, or you thought you saw JD flirting with the cute radiology nurse, or you were too young, or he saw you like a sister, or you didn't know what Carla was talking about at all. JD? Who's JD?

"For the love of God, just ask him!" Carla groaned, feeling the wall of composure she'd carefully built up start to crack. She'd had about enough of your and JD's endless pining. If it kept up like this for much longer, she was about to take matters into her own hands. "If you don't, I'm gonna ask him for you because I can't take your weepy looks and his dreamy sighs anymore."

"Absolutely not," you shook your head, picking up a random chart to busy your eyes with. Mr. Simmons in room 201; classic case of gastroenteritis. "If I ask him, he'll just say no. And then I'll have to quit being a doctor and move to Costa Rica. Or just kill myself, whatever's cheaper."

Carla rolled her eyes but a smirk danced on her lips. "Oh please, he's had it bad for you since you were an intern. He's not gonna say no."

"I'm not asking JD–" you began to say, having intended to finished that sentence with 'out on a date.' But you found yourself very grateful that you didn't get to finish your sentence when you registered what the interruption had been.

"Ask me what?" JD wondered, strolling into the waiting room where you and Carla stood talking by the desk. The two of you faced him, her with an expectant and irritated look on her face and you, white as a sheet with embarrassment. When no one answered, JD's overactive imagination filled in the blanks and he asked with a giddy look, "does somebody need a date to the zoo?"

You and Carla both shook it off, used to his daydreaming and odd idiosyncrasies by now. Before you had a chance to answer him, however, Carla jumped in, "(Y/N) has a question to ask you but she's too scared."

You glared at her but she only met you with a swift, "you're welcome," and sauntered back behind the desk.

Turning back to face JD, you saw his eyebrow raised, and you felt yourself start to sweat. You knew you had to give him a question, but for the life of you, you couldn't bring yourself to just pull the ripcord and do as Carla said.

"(Y/N)?" He prompted, "why are you scared? You know you can ask me anything."

God, you wanted to swoon and die right there. Damn that crafty nurse for putting you in this situation. You quickly shook your head and came up with a lie, "um, Mr. Simmons, he's presenting with abdominal cramping but I just can't figure out why."

Carla slammed a stack of charts down on the desk, causing you and JD to jump. She glared you down for a second before shrugging innocently and saying, "oops, my bad."

"Alright, well, let's have a look at the guy," JD answered you, recovering quickly. You nodded and handed him the chart. As you expected, he diagnosed Mr. Simmons immediately. But luckily for you, your goofy prince didn't question you for not knowing something so simple. You didn't know if you should feel comforted or offended. Didn't he think you were a good enough doctor to figure it out, yourself? Maybe he knew it was a cover and he was just being kind. Maybe he knew... oh god, maybe he knew you liked him and that Carla was trying to force you into asking him out and he was sparing your feelings by not blowing your cover and–

"Oh, for God's sake, Candace, if you stare at her any harder you're gonna wear a hole in her face," came the harsh, unmistakable voice of Dr. Cox, gearing up for one of his famous rants. "Now, I know you like to be the little spoon, but one of these days you're gonna have to just put on your big girl pants and ask her to the prom, o-kay?"

Your cheeks burned red, and by the time you turned to look at JD, he was gone.

"What did you mean?" you quickly asked Dr. Cox, heart beating out of your chest. "About the prom and all that?"

"Oh my goodness, shorty, you can't possibly be that oblivious. You just can't," he shook his head, staring down at you with disbelief.

"Can you cut to the chase, please?"

"Oh, tou-chy. I guess you like her back," he teased and held a hand up to cover his mouth as he pretended to giggle. Just as suddenly, he dropped the act and crossed his arms, "look, seeings as you are somehow a doctor and ya do have people's lives in your hands, I'm gonna go ahead and assume there's just no way you haven't caught on to Newbie's little crush on you. I say 'little,' of course, when I mean very big. Very very very big. Humongous, even. So big, that when Jordan asks me how those new jeans make her ass look, I say, 'Newbie's crush on (Y/N).' And, of course, I assumed that you knew all about said crush but you were just ignoring it because the thought made you nauseous in places you didn't know you could be nauseous. But now, I'm thinking you got so wrapped up in your own big scary feelings that-cha didn't even notice his, am I right?"

All you could do was nod. Awestruck and a little intimidated.

Dr. Cox made a sound between a growl and a groan and huffed out, "and now I'm nauseous." He grabbed a chart and swept out of the room in one fluid motion.

Carla met your eyes across the desk, satisfied grin playing on her lips. You just mumbled, "I gotta go find JD."

As you fled the room, you could hear her call after you, "I bet you do!"

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You finally found him in the break room, staring up at the TV and not really watching. He was holding a pillow close to his chest, face buried into it to the point that he almost couldn't breathe. He didn't hear you enter the room so you had to announce yourself.

"JD?" you started.

He jumped and threw the pillow, startled. "Hey," he drawled and spoke your name, causing your heart to skip. There was an insincere laugh in his words, "about that thing that Dr. Cox was talking about, that thing he said... about the–"

You cut him off, "will you go to the prom with me? I mean– crap. Not the prom. I don't think there even is a prom. There's no prom! Forget the prom!" You took a deep breath and sighed heavily, wiping a hand down your face. Finally giving in, you figured it was better to just tell the truth, "JD, will you go out with me?"

He paused and everything was silent for a long while as he just looked at you. After a moment, that crooked smile lifted up his mouth and he said in a low voice, "I'd love to."

And that brought you to today. You and JD sat across from each other at a small round table in Coffee Bucks. You giggled about crazy patients and crazier coworkers, feeling lighter than you ever had in your life. JD leaned in for a kiss and you swore you tasted mango and soap on his lips. Definitely an acquired taste.

[zexapher]

This is a stone’s throw away from being canon

Pretty much already is, tbh. And I liked Scrubs, even if it wasn’t one of the main shows I followed, but I always remember the scene where JD knocks himself out with a basketball and Turk lies down next to him to cover for him. I can imagine that scene happening very easily to Weiss now, ever since Volume 9 released.

And does Jaune have the greatest booty in the main cast or what? 😳

[couldpolyamorysavethem]

CHRISTOPHER TURK, JOHN "J.D." DORIAN, and CARLA ESPINOSA from SCRUBS

Justification:

"Turk is married to Carla but is also in love with JD, Carla constantly complains that he loves JD more than her and JD complains that Turk doesn't pay as much attention to him anymore, thus if they became a throuple i think all their weird anxieties about stealing Turk from each other would be cured" - Anonymous

[proffbon]

Every time I picture the way Marn and Marazhai meet after not seeing each other for a long time, it's either 

1) A very solemn scene of Marn approaching the kneeling Marazhai, outstretching his hand as if for Marazhai to kiss it, but he bites into it hard instead as their respective crews look on. And after that, the two of them leave for the lower decks, probably. 

or

2) That scene from Scrubs when Turk and JD reunite after Turk's honeymoon. 

[platonic-pals-punchout]

Scrubs (tv show) | Malevolent Podcast (podcast, duh lol)

JD & Turk:

the OG bromance!!!! They matter to each other more than anyone else and never leave each others’ sides thru anything. They have an entire song about how much they love each other (���We’re closer than your average man and wife / that’s why our matching bracelets say TURK AND JD!”) and simply CANNOT be separated, their friendship is never in question and theyre both totally devoted. Theyre the perfect friendship and simply cannot lose.

John Doe & Arthur Lester:

Arthur is a normal sad human dude and John is a sliver of an eldritch god and they hated each other when they first met but over the course of the show they’ve grown into such good friends. They have terrible arguments so often but they mean so so much to each other and they’ve both sacrificed a lot for the other. Arthur once killed himself to save John and John once sacrificed himself to save Arthur’s life. They’ve both made deals at their own expense just to be with each other again and they have so much entertaining bickering in the most recent season. Arthur has confided things in John that he has never told anyone else and trusted him with his deepest secrets and John was moved to become a better person by Arthur, Arthur’s influence on literally changed the trajectory of John’s existence. There’s been platonic love confessions from both of them.

Note: This blog is run & followed by aromantics. Insisting any pairs are ~actually romantic~ will not only cause you to be blocked on the spot, but you’ll out yourself as someone not safe to be queer around. No one wants to hear how stupid you look with those shipping goggles on.

[justsomeoneunordinary]

The ideal founders dynamic to me is

Hashirama & Madara as JD & Turk from Scrubs, who have this weird and slightly homoerotic bromance going on but still love each other wholly platonically

Mito as Carla, who, while sometimes annoyed with the bromance between her husband and his best friend, generally is supportive of their friendship and sees Madara as her little brother whom she loves to tease but also cares greatly for

Tobirama as Dr. Cox, who just wants to be left alone for fuck's sake and only respects Mito but otherwise hates everything and everyone, but is secretly pleased about how much others care about him

And Izuna as either the janitor or Elliot, both of which would be hilarious in different ways. Or dead, because that's always funny and adds some theatre-worthy drama which otherwise would be missing

[majorbaby]

Your comments on the "canon vs fanon" posts the wishful thinking of those tags as if there arent people shipping klinger with the most racist charachter in the show might as well ship ginger/frank at that point

post and tags here

just in case you're upset that i mentioned beejhawk specifically, i did that because the edit i was referring to specifically cast Turk as BJ but i actually care more about the point i was making than i care about the ship war so have this: if trapper were black, the default early years m/m ship would be henry/hawkeye or perhaps even radar/hawkeye.

i personally do not believe in specifically setting limits on what people can ship, yeah that includes klinger/charles. first of all, by what measure are you quantifying charles as the 'most racist' because the charleses in my life are easier to avoid than the margarets, the potters, the franks and yes, even the hawkeyes. here i am not trying to make the case that charles is 'less racist' than the others, i'm just pointing out that 'most racist' isn't a universally accepted standard.

so it sounds like your problem is with the charles/klinger ship itself and not the racism you're claiming it upholds and you've decided to complain about it in my inbox referencing tags i wrote, despite the fact that they have nothing to do with your point.

those tags were not in favour of stopping or shaming anyone from shipping what they like to ship, in this case, a theoretical 'potter/hawkeye' ship that i proposed would've emerged ahead of beejhawk if BJ was black.

my wishful thinking is that people (myself included) would examine why it is that, demonstrably and across multiple fandoms, conditions exist that should reliably produce a brainrotting, filthy-fanwork-generating m/m ship and yet they're overshadowed by a much less typical m/m ship where both characters happen to be white. Shawn and Gus (Psych) are your basic Johnlock situation, JD (Scrubs) is only able to win over his assigned hetero love interest by professing to her "I love you more than Turk" - both ships feature two men who have been friends since childhood, and the white half of each one meets the standard of "the dynamic". What could possibly be standing in the way of Shawn/Gus and JD/Turk being the most popular ships in their respective fandom hmmm?

i can say all of this without attacking the ships that do dominate in those fandoms (Shawn/Carlton Psych, JD/Cox Scrubs) and so should i, because it's overwhelmingly clear to me that discouraging people from enjoying the things they enjoy doesn't guarantee or even encourage they will instead start enjoying the things you want them to enjoy, or that you deem are okay for them to enjoy.

[blanddcheadcanons]

(Arrowverse) Booster Gold has often been told that he looks like Turk from Scrubs. He doesn't see it, but he does note a resemblance between JD and his friend, Ted Kord.

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[thewebcomicsreview]

I'm old and I have no idea who Elliot Reed is. Is he the Elliot from E.T.?

Elliot Reid is a secondary character in the 2001-2009 sitcom Scrubs, which was popular enough that people put up with Zack Braff for years afterwords based on the goodwill. It's an all-time great sitcom, known for being among the most realistic depictions of being a doctor, and for ending every episode with someone (almost always protagonist JD) narrating over a song that no one thought to get the streaming rights for so the digital versions have some terrible redubs of some episodes. Elliot, so named because her parents wanted a boy, became a doctor purely because her dad wanted her to, and a lot of her arc involves learning self-confidence, and she's also the token Republican in a liberal setting and is uncomfortable naming the sexy body parts despite being a doctor, which makes her a very Dave Willis kind of character, kind of like Joyce as an MD.

The reason I was confused at Walky making an Elliot Reid reference is not just that the show ended 14 years ago and it's really dated a reference (it's a classic after all!), it's that Elliot...isn't the most memorable character in the show. She was one of the three titular Scrubs, but the show quickly changed to revolve around JD, Turk, Doctor Cox, and Carla, it was honestly hard to find an episode ending that featured her at all and even the one I found is mostly about JD and isn't one of the really famous endings that get into YouTube compilations. When Walky says he's been "Elliot Reided into pre-mature emotional vulnerability" I have no idea what the fuck he's talking about, and I really liked Scrubs as a kid.