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bjs-dumb-hat · 2 months

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request for @little-bunny-in-space ! Thank you so much!

Hawkeye ended up crying and they had to apologize.

#mash #m*a*s*h #mashposting #mashblr #comics #mash fanart #fanart #bj hunnicutt #charles emerson winchester iii #BASTARD JERK HUNNICUTT

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pomegranate · 1 year

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Forget the moustache, this is actually when BJ started to go insane

#mash #m*a*s*h #mashposting #bj hunnicutt #temporary duty #roy dupree #my first time watching this ep i didn’t appreciate it as much bc i was missing hawkeye. that was a MISTAKE bc it’s an incredible ep #brilliant margaret character development … bj charles bonding … what’s not to love!#bastard jerk hunnicutt #mash edits by me

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amrv-5 · 1 year

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🖊️ and 🌝 !!!

oooghh!! thank u so much!!!!!

Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

had 2 think about this but as far as mash (where my whole bran lives rn) I'd pick Henry.... I think he would be so phenom to try to write for. such a fascinating perspective, being this unwilling commander and ALSO in charge of trying to rein Hawkeye and Trapper but not really actually giving a damn because, again, you also don't want to be there so how and where do you decide to uphold the rules.....but you're also a father figure to this cohort of young men&women.... love love love.

2. Post a snippet from a current WIP.

great timing I just hit. 100K. on this. augh. tw for smoking and mental health discussions (BJ style. so not so much. discussion as much as Blind Action). excerpt below the cut:

Hawkeye took another drag off his cigarette. After a moment, he raised his chin and exhaled, smoke drifting skyward.

BJ turned, leaning his left shoulder against the window frame, keeping his right hand locked on the railing. Hawkeye cut a striking silhouette in the streetlight’s mercury-vapor glow, spare and handsome, smoke furling from between his lips, though BJ wished he was less frighteningly thin.

“You know,” BJ said, thinking aloud as something suddenly occurred to him, “a study got published in 1950, but I don’t remember exactly when. You might’ve been overseas when it came out. You might not even know. Wynder and Graham?”

Though Hawkeye’s face was heavily shadowed, BJ could tell by the shift in his posture Hawkeye thought what he’d said was funny.

“What?” BJ asked. He felt off-balance. This wasn’t what he remembered it was like to talk to Hawkeye. This was harder, and worse, and a whole lot quieter. So much for New York’s notorious bustle.

“Wynder and Graham,” Hawkeye repeated, tired but amused. “What about them.”

BJ tapped his foot. The metal grating clanged. “Cigarette smoking causes lung cancer. Well, they haven’t said it’s causal, exactly, but anybody with eyes can look at their data and see it themselves. You smoke, you end up with bronchogenic carcinoma. And—I don’t know how up you are on oncology. But most of those guys get three months post-diagnosis. Three months on the outside.”

Hawkeye let his cigarette dangle from his lips as he reached into his back pocket. He pulled out a pack of Lucky Strikes, the drag of the packaging against the denim of his jeans audible. “They published in May. I was still in the good old U.S. of A. I read it.”

“Hm,” BJ said again. He shifted against the window sill. “What, you don’t believe them? You think the experimental design was faulty? ‘Cause there’s a new team, they called a colleague of mine—”

“Hammond and Horn,” Hawkeye interrupted, voice muffled as he held the cigarette in the corner of his mouth. He tapped a new cigarette out using both hands. “I know. Going to definitively prove the link, I think.”

“So, what,” BJ said, hearing his voice come out amiable and light even as the metal of the railing dug into his palm. “Where’s the disconnect?”

Hawkeye slid the pack of cigarettes back into his pocket. He pulled the old cigarette out of his mouth, the end still glowing faintly, and placed the new one between his lips. He paused, turning to finally look at BJ directly. “The disconnect?”

BJ forced himself to maintain eye contact. “Those things’ll kill you.”

Hawkeye held his gaze as he touched the ends of the cigarettes together. He inhaled, his brow creasing as his cheeks hollowed and the new cigarette lit, a puff of smoke escaping the side of his mouth. He took another drag, and stubbed out the old cigarette. He exhaled again in a rush, and then turned to look up the street. “Then there’s no disconnect,” he said emotionlessly, his posture open and totally relaxed.

BJ let go of the railing, squaring up, getting angry, but at what he couldn’t tell. Himself, maybe, or Hawkeye’s draft board for putting the man in the single place most guaranteed to break him, or Hawkeye himself for being so cavalier with something BJ loved.

He took a deep breath, and then another, trying to calm himself. Each inhale only made him angrier, though, laced as the air was with the scent of tar. He clenched his fists hard enough the knuckles cracked.

“What?” Hawkeye asked, flicking ash off the fire escape. “You want a drag?”

BJ held his hand out for the cigarette.

Hawkeye extended his arm silently, not looking at BJ.

BJ accepted the cigarette. The end was slightly damp.

He raised his hand, and flicked the cigarette into the street, the cherry of its flame tracing a complicated pattern as it fell.

Hawkeye watched it burn out in the gutter, and then turned, very slowly, to face BJ.

BJ grabbed Hawkeye’s collar and stuck his hand in his back pocket.

“What the hell?” Hawkeye said, animate for the first time. “What, exactly, do you think you’re—”

BJ jerked backwards, holding Hawkeye’s pack of cigarettes. He reeled his arm back, keeping out of Hawkeye’s reach as he rocketed the pack into the street, the throw whistling faintly with force.

#ask game #THANK YOU FOR THIS!!!!#bastard jerk hunnicutt my special boy bastard jerk hunnicutt #bj like is anybody going to ask this man frankly about his emotions or am i going to have to respond impulsively #in a way that also allows me to Touch and Be Touched By Hawkeye

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stroyent · 2 months

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bastard jerk hunnicutt

#>:(#swamp rats #m*a*s*h

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bronzetomatoes · 1 year

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#look anika's talking!#m*a*s*h #bj hunnicutt #he's been on the mind you know how it is

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dykewithamashobsession · 6 months

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3 & 10

3; I don't ship much, I will admit. At least with this fandom. But I'd have to say, Houlihawk, and I like the idea that Margaret had a thing for Loraine (her friend from high school, not someone's wife, because these writers couldn't think of more than like 5 women's names.)(Oh also, I could get behind Traphawk, but I'm just not that interested in trappers character)

10; taken from many other creative minds, Bastard Jerk Hunnicutt

#mash #mash 4077 #m*a*s*h #m*a*s*h 4077 #margaret houlihan #hawkeye pierce #houlihawk #mash posting #mashblr #mashposting #trapper john mcintyre #bj hunnicutt

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pomegranate · 11 months

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MASH episode where BJ gets an ingrown toenail and decides to torture his friends for fun because of it, you are so special to me

#mash #bastard jerk hunnicutt

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pomegranate · 1 year

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looks like BJ Hunnicutt is on reddit

#mash #bastard jerk hunnicutt

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pomegranate · 1 year

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just went back in the Watcher discord to re-read the time I live-blogged my first watch of “Welcome To Korea” and I wasn’t sure I was going to like BJ.

and now look at me.

#personal #bastard jerk hunnicutt #helen i’m so sorry for the agony i put you through

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pomegranate · 1 year

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