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M*A*S*H - Season 8, misc. notes

Welcome to March M*A*S*H-ness, the season in which I finish M*A*S*H

Here are some reduced notes from S8, I hadn’t forgotten! No approach this time, just whatever made the cut.

Oh you know actually there is a theme it's thighs???

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Start of this season gotta be the collective skinniest this cast has ever been, babes what was going on in 1979! Mike Farrell has always been a sapling, but Loretta Swit seems to have gotten even tinier this year, Alan Alda rushed into a frame partly undressed looking markedly thinner than the last time I saw him, and when Gary Burghoff comes back?! Positively a shadow of himself!

The other notable thing is that their doctors coats are now fully "blush." [Elliott Gould voice] It’s fine by me.

I appreciate that we simply all dislike Zale

The slipshod “Previously On”s they do for the two-parters finally worth it for the implication that Hawkeye hurting his finger is going to be just as emotionally impactful as anything else going on.

Sitting Awards. And in the pink shirt.

The company clerk job going from Radar to Klinger is like a reverse Henry Blake to Sherman Potter, huh. I confess to being a little stressed.

Ohhh okay okay, I can see it, oh boy okay I can see how we pull this off: Klinger CAN be a good clerk, he just has to be a totally different kind: a renegade little rascal. Radar is like a London cabbie with the Knowledge: knows the entire map of the war and every rule and person in it. Klinger can be an improv artist, a con artist, schemes upon schemes. Oho, I would like this! Ed. note: hey I was pretty much on the money!

Okay don’t make me cry….. ah too late

Hoooooooooooo all of Hawkeye’s boyfriends simply have to kiss Radar and tell him to pass it along, huh. WHAT a way to reference when Trapper left…. !

Hey gang we’re still crying! :(

The most impactful way they could do this bit with BJ’s toddler thinking Radar was her dad is if it isn’t commented on again, we just have this wordless moment where he’s so visibly stricken by the fact that his child doesn’t know who he is.

Ah never mind, it’s the whole episode.

Y’know, when drunk BJ smashed up the still and hit Hawkeye, I thought well this is a lot to deal with, but it’s him later sobbing to him, quote: “I’m so torn up with envy I almost hate him! And I feel the same way about Trapper, and I never even met him. But he built that still with you, and…” that had me staring wild-eyed, repeating a strangled “Pause pause pause pausepause” while my hands search blind & desperate for the remote to give me a fucking MOment---

Just, the DARK GALAXY BRAIN, M*A*S*H, to go hey, how about BJ got violent because he’s jealous of your ex

...God the absolute nuclear event this episode would have caused if it aired during the Internet….we all would have aged 10 years.

“Well what else am I good at? Being a malcontent? Silliness? Booze?” The three Graces.

“Colonel, you wanted to see us?” “Not really, but it’s the only way I can talk to you.” Hahaha, Potter like, I’ve seen enough.

Whoa! Transition alert! I don’t even know how to describe this, it was like an in-camera PowerPoint wipe? Jaunty!

BJ grabbing his hands to get him to stop doing CPR, and Hawkeye just letting him hold them while he gets his own breath back. See, and now you do this…and I just…..!

Ah, I know exactly what you mean, Father. Hawkeye would ‘make a fine priest’ in the sense that he could write a good sermon. And he could write a good sermon in the sense that Danny Boyle, M. Night Shyamalan, Martin Scorsese—they were all on their way to seminary school before veering off into filmmaking. Because: they liked the storytelling. They liked getting at meaning, at feeling, through words delivered a certain way. Commanding an audience, and trying to get them to understand. Who does this apply to most in camp?

Line delivery of the episode once again goes to David Ogden Stiers, for “What is your name?”

I want to be playing poker in the sunshine with Klinger, Hawkeye, BJ, and Margaret with her sleeves pushed up her shoulders.

The way Klinger comfortingly trilled a little “Brrrr” to freezing Hawkeye as he pulls a blanket around his shoulders has gone right to the cockles of my heart. You sweet weirdo I love you!

INCREDIBLY dynamic of them to take five minutes from us for the commercial break, I yelped

Oh, SOLID Potter impression, Jamie Farr!

I like whenever they make grim jokes about this being a “police action,” not a war. Can you believe we were doing this shit all the way back in the ‘50s…. Potter, in his lil lilting gravely grandpa voice: “Believe me, boys and girls: this is a war.”

Father Mulcahy’s sad war song: it moved this reporter

Big ups to Kellye teasing Hawkeye behind the bar at Rosie’s in the most gender way possible

“Hawkeye, you’re really cute, and probably a wonderful dancer—” thanks, Scully

What does PDQ mean, Potter

Hawkeye is spelling “theremin” in Scrabble

With Radar leaving, Charles has probably taken the mantle of funniest character on this show per minute. He kills me. <3 His silly presh baby chatter, then segueing into “I talked to everyone in camp, which, by the way is a first for me—”

To everyone else they’re Class A’s, to Pierce they’re “Sunday go-to-court-martial clothes”

Uuuugh the loosened ties and unbuttoned cuffs of an off-duty Class A….

Are they using the Officer’s Club a lot more this season, or is this just me

Image set idea: every group shot where Hawkeye is half horizontal on some surface half asleep

Loretta Swit wins first actor on this show to feel for an elevated temperature correctly: back of the hand

Sometimes I wanna get at Alan Alda with Glossier ‘Boy Brow’ and just see what happens. I mean by all rights this man should have eyebrows

Wait, it’s MAXWELL Klinger. Maxwell Q! Quentin? Quincy? Quinn??

I like night in the camp when everything is quiet

Kind of appreciate that by this point putting Captain Pierce in charge is just routine. It’s only the third time but Potter’s like, it’ll be the charm. And then he’s right, it’s entirely uneventful.

I know I’ve cried at the last two episodes in a row and yet already can’t remember much of them. Truly this season is so odd.

The return of Alan Alda’s actual dad, and the emergence of Loretta Swit’s BIG HAIR. A lot to take in in one episode.

Oh and naturally EVERYONE’S FREEZING, ALANNN

That was his bROTHER????!?! Other Alda????!!

I mean we really need to bring the drag back because so far Klinger’s whole experience as the new company clerk has been essentially “god forbid women do anything”

At least Sidney’s here :)

I’m already so into the COLD & DREAMS episode and we haven’t even hit the DREAMS

AH HERE ARE THE DREAMS

Oh Klinger that’s brilliant. Warm up the blood against the bodies it wants to be back in.

The sense of spatial arrangement and time and perspective all so mutable…it’s really, really good. Most cinematic dreams are fantastical but overall too sequential—this nails that “and now this is happening” quality.

The bit where as Father Mulcahy nods off this soldier's words become nonsense?? So neat and so effectively rendered!!! Huge commendations to this actor’s seamless transition, god I loved the sensation of watching this.

Ohhhh this is not what I though Hawkeye’s nightmare would be like, and ho-ly shit

Very rare that you actually see someone in the real life swallow convulsively—5 narrative fiction points to Alan. No you know what: 7

Smitten with her deep voice. I have as the kids say, a crush.

“This is BJ, the doctor that put you back together, and this is Hawkeye, who uh, seems to be falling apart.” She’s so clever and so fun, hell yeah Mike.

WAIT “LET ME SHOW YOU MY ETCHINGS” HAS BEEN A JOKE SINCE AT LEAST 1980?? What is this from!!!!! I thought my theatrical design friends made this up in 2009!! Update: WOW! We’ve just all been making this same inside joke no one knows the origin of for over 100 years!!

I know I’ve had two hot toddies but all I want is to spend the night with Margaret and Aggie and just talk into the night while lotioning our arms, maybe flirt a little, who knows

Charles: “Klinger, as the poets would say: [lowers three inches] hubba hubba.” This episode is the most fun I’ve had all season.

Huh. Oh huh. It’s Hawkeye’s comment about how the war threw Aggie and Scottie together and now they care about each other, that cracks it for BJ. Now he can pin his feelings on the war. You gave him an out—both a way to reframe it and a tool to end it. I half-think you knew what you were doing, too.

“Everyone knows the civilian M.D.s pack away the dineros.” Excuse me?? Is ‘De Niro’ a homonym for money?? Is his name Bobby Money???? Update: Spanish for an old Roman coin. Incredible.

Just started chanting “Math! Math! Math!” through a mouthful of cake. Okay, average of 7 bowel resections a week, for 546 total = 78 weeks. Hawkeye has been there 1 and a half years. In Season 5, it was already 2 years. This has been: the Jeremy Bearimy Corner.

Potter: “Pierce, you’re like an unbroken colt, and all I can do is give you reign until you wear yourself out.” Help that’s astute.

Okay I still need to figure out what PDQ means, Sherm….. Oh hey it means “as quickly as possible,” but why...? PRETTY DAMNED QUICK ! Fuck this is going in my vocab immediately.

BJ grinning to himself at learning Hawkeye has squirreled a Jeep away somewhere as part of his “payment,” and receiving a warm conspiratorial grin in return, then later slyly stealing another Jeep for him—this is what I love.

Aaah yay they’re doing it again! Charles was eventually proven to be wrong and immediately starts apologizing and complimenting them and shaking their hands. This is very consistent!

Whaaaat we never shoot the tent from this angle??

Whaaahahahahaat is THIS ANGLE ALSO

Get your camera out from between his legs, this man is a father!!

Oh and in closing, the numbers on this season: - 3 episodes written & directed by Alan Alda - 2 episodes where they’re all so cold - Venn diagram is a completely contained circle

In the third one he wrote & directed Hawkeye still ends up under a blanket being doused in ice, and another he just directed someone else's script—and put everyone in jackets and turtlenecks. I still don’t know what this means, but by god it sure is important. To me.

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variousqueerthings · 2 years

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where I’m at right now with MASH as a first-time viewer is that I want to write about Hawkeye and the tension of all of his character Elements (and how that’s very bisexual of him), and also Hawkeye in the episode “George”, and I want to talk about Major Houlihan, and also just a general fascination with how politically statement-y it is, even in these first seasons. I suspected and have since been told that after season 3 that gets to be much more, and I’m sat here wondering… how did this get 11 seasons (compliment).

SO Hawkeye and George first…

1. Hawkeye is obviously bisexual in a way that surface-level doesn’t even feel particularly closeted, but also very much does, in the sense that he’ll flirt with -- and even kiss -- men in ways that aren’t that dissimilar to the kinds of things he says to women, but his personality is constructed so as to not take him seriously (even in scenes where we, the audience, know he’s being serious, although I also very much like when it’s blurred in a way that we can’t 100% tell either) that it’s like he’s masking by acting so obviously about it -- if he were to be considered as being more serious about it (say, as an activist for homosexual rights) that would be dangerous…

2. this was very interesting in the episode “George” (which we just watched) because, while I’m sure he was never intended to be read as bi, the episode also doesn’t negate any reads + you can take whatever you want from it, so I will do some greedy taking -- ex. the way he noticeably doesn’t joke around about his own “comedic” attraction to men in that episode beyond one vague-ish joke where he’s patting Henry Blake’s hand (who briefly thinks Hawkeye is his female date before wising up)/very much focuses on the principle of supporting homosexual people without drawing focus to himself (we can also argue about whether bisexual people had been invented on TV by that point, so audiences would have seen how much he gets around with women and that could be enough to “shield,” him but in the story….)

3. this is all technically fine because he’s also a canonically openly very principled character, which is why his veneer of “joker that people shouldn’t take seriously” is always so fascinating to watch, and why it’s interesting to see it dropping away a lot here (even as he is scheming to make sure that Frank can’t out George/get him dishonourably discharged). This is one of his more serious episodes, which is good, because it’s a serious subject, but it’s not serious in the way the episode where his friend died is serious (where he’s allowed to cry, but also has that rare thing that addresses why crying is so hard – it’s not masculinity in this case, it’s that in this situation if you started crying you’d never stop. Not crying is a temporary coping mechanism to an impossible onslaught of violent trauma), which is a deeply personal episode (sidenote, his friend also immediately kissed a man when we first met him), and it’s not serious like the episode where they discover Americans bombed a Korean village (which I’m sure we’ll see more episodes like….) or serious like when he and Trapper are trying to get incubators… this feels like it marries the small and personal in scale, while being the latter sort of Big story in emotion (and we’ll talk about why! In rambles!)

4. Anyway, nobody at any point goes “well why do you care so much, aren’t you the same as us? (rather than being one of them)” which would probably have been a step too far for what the writers may have been able to get away with (if the writers themselves were even thinking of it. Also other characters seem to be - if not gung-ho supporters, although Radar does lovely work here – then exhibiting a live-and-let-live attitude towards homosexuality/find Frank to be sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong “as usual.” There’s a feeling of of it being a little… hands-off from characters where this could be a hot-button topic/characters who possibly have never engaged with a gay person before and in other places have exhibited slightly less progressive politics, and I notice it stays simple and doesn’t muddy the waters by having Klinger in sight or asking Father Mulcahey his opinion (or even, technically, Major Houlihan’s, beyond one bit of initial shock). The institution of homophobia is touched upon, but it’s kept pretty simple and somewhat at arms’ length (it helps that George seems to not want to draw attention to himself)

But once The Show asks the question “why is this so important to you,” you’re gonna be... well, asking the question and so is, potentially, the audience, although at this point I will acknowledge that you can write G A Y on a character’s forehead and some audience members will seem shocked that anyone reads them that way... The closest the episode gets is right at the end when Trapper asks Hawkeye if he has any secrets from his past, which is brushed off with a joke and never answered -- bringing that up, because earlier in the episode George says that he accidentally mentioned something from his past, and that’s what outed him. Not being found to be doing something in the present, not “that Feeling That He May Be A Homosexual” but simply getting a bit too drunk and saying a couple of words too many... and Hawkeye, at the end of the episode, says nothing

5. interesting that the episode also links racism and homophobia (two men were beaten up, one Black, one gay) while only focusing on the homophobia. I wonder if it was specifically linking these two mindsets to make audiences of the time think about how they may consider themselves not-racists, but still have regressive views about homosexuality (I say “may consider” because we all know “I’m not racist,” doesn’t mean you’re not racist/don’t have internalised racism). I imagine that when the show was coming out conversations about racism were a lot more front and center than conversations about homophobia -- I am also reminded that TNG wanted to do an AIDS allegory episode in the 80s and have canonically gay crew members, but couldn’t, so to even do one episode that uses the word “homosexual” is pretty big

6. the show couldn’t have gotten away with making this case too personal for Hawkeye. He’s walking a tightrope act of “cares about George’s fate/homophobia generally, but not beyond the idea that one shouldn’t be small-minded.” Obviously he’s meant to be a principled ally to all causes -- anti-war and pacifist, Black rights, queer rights. I wonder if there’ll be more “this specific issue” episodes, but the point is that he’s obviously not Black, and he’s not a woman (sidenote: I have feelings about Major Houlihan, yes I’m a Margaret apologist, she can do better than Frank and she was right to call out Hawkeye, Trapper, and Colonel Blake for watching porn while she was trying to talk to them about her issues as a woman in the outfit, and generally all of them could do more reading up on their feminism), he’s not Korean, he’s not physically disabled (but that PTSD is definitely happening)... but he could be queer. So there’s slight dangerous waters happening there, where your lead cannot be queer, but... he could be… if he cared juuust a bit too much

7. this could weaken the episode a smidgen, because whatever unit this kid wants to go back to isn’t just homophobic it’s clearly also virulently racist. This episode could have been one of those “We’re Going To The Top” ones which has happened before (and may happen again?) -- it does work though, because technically they can’t cause too many waves, because George might get a dishonourable discharge and that’s what they’re specifically trying to stop. So one can read it as a very particular situation in which there are no perfect answers, there is simply honouring George’s best wish, but the institution of homophobia isn’t touched as directly as other forms of systemic violence – a Big story dressed up as a Personal story, but with the emotional kept at a distance, and the real melancholy of the ending (that George will be sent back to his unit where he risks more hate crimes) is brushed over

8. Another reason not to go to the top of course would be that there will be more and more of a risk of someone asking… well, Hawkeye why do you care so much? and how much are you allowed to care before it’s too much to not be suspicious?

9. I also noticed that George isn’t seen again past the moment when he tells Hawkeye that this is why he’s been beaten up, which I kind of wish we had. But the lack of him makes me focus (surprise surprise) on Hawkeye again. I wonder if he ever knew how close he was to that dishonourable discharge. I wonder if Hawkeye told him to look after himself before he went back to the front (would that ending have been showing him caring too much?) Overall the slight distance to George feels like it’s happening outside of the episode, and that’s not a complaint, that’s an acknowledgement of the times. The muted element of it is one of the biggest things that makes me take Hawkeye very seriously in how he approaches it, even though I know it’s not purposeful (it is now there). When Hawkeye is laughing, things may be bad – when he stops laughing, they’re worse. He doesn’t laugh much in this episode. He cares deeply, but at a distance. He doesn’t spill when Trapper asks him about his past.

Hon mentions of the episode: “How dare you do the right thing” (at Henry when he reveals he didn’t sign Frank’s form for dishonourable discharge), Radar’s inner compass leading him to go to Hawkeye for help, Trapper’s own instant support of the situation, Hawkeye at Frank: “And you have the dumb nerve to judge someone else!?”

#MASH #hawkeye pierce #has this probably been written about 100 times before? yes #can I search for anything until I've finished the show? no #im watching MASH

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caffiene-fueled-fuckery · 10 months

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My M*A*S*H Fic Olympics Contributions

Hello!! I thought I’d link the pieces that I wrote for the M*A*S*H Fic Olympics that ended on Monday. I didn’t get to do all 7 days, but I got 5, so I’m super proud! Links and brief summaries below!

Day 2: Weather

Title: When It Rains, It Pours

Pairing: Gen, Hawkeye & BJ, Charles & BJ

Prominent Tag(s): hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1,129

Status: Complete

Day 3: Horror

Title: Blood in the Water

Pairing: Father Mulcahy & OC

Prominent Tag(s): hurt/comfort, trauma response, blood and gore

Word Count: 2,159

Status: 1/2 Chapters

Day 4: Orange

Title: Shades of Amber, Heart of Gold

Pairing: Gen, Max Klinger & Kellye

Prominent Tag(s): POV Max Klinger, One-sided Attraction, Colour Theory

Word Count: 362

Status: Complete

Day 6: Injury

Title: God, Keep My Head Above Water

Pairing: Father Mulcahy & OC

Prominent Tag(s): Deaf Character, Hearing Loss, Hurt/Comfort, Developing Relationship, Mutual Pining

Word Count: 3,766

Status: Chapter 1/?

Day 7: Secrets

Title: Halfway Between

Pairing: Gen, Radar O’Reilly & Max Klinger, Radar O’Reilly & Henry Blake

Prominent Tag(s): s03ep24 Abyssinia Henry, Episode Continuation, Max Klinger Sees Ghosts, Grieving Radar O’Reilly, Canonical Character Death, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 1,868

Status: Complete

I had a lot of fun the past week writing all these pieces! It was definitely a challenge, especially being so new to the fandom and trying to gauge how my interpretations of the characters fit into the narratives. I’m typically an angst writer, so the short piece about Kellye was a challenge, but I ended up being really proud of it! Also, the OC in both the fics with Father Mulcahy are the same OC. I’ll put some details about her down below! Those fics were both floating around in my head before the fic olympics started so yeah, it was self-indulgent. Apologies, lol. If you give any of these a read, I’d love some feedback! Reblogs are welcome! :)

About my OC in the two Mulcahy fics:

Name: Della Woods

Gender: Female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: Straight

Birthday: May 12th, 1922

Age: 29 (at the start of the war)

Hair Colour: Chocolate brown

Hair Style: curly, falls just below her jaw

Eye Colour: Light brown

Skin Tone: very pale

Height: 5′9″ (yes she’s tall for a woman, esp in the 50s)

Job: Nurse, has experience with psychiatric patients (though this doesn’t come through in the first fic, I hadn’t really thought about it yet)

Love Language (giving): Physical Touch (main), Words of Affirmation

Love Language (receiving): Quality Time, Words of Affirmation

Temperament: Energetic, Playful

MBTI: ENFJ

Scars or markings: One above her left hip that curls around onto her stomach (from an accident many years ago), lots of freckles

Her relationship with Mulcahy: they’ve been really close friends/best friends pretty much since Della joined the 4077th, which was just after Mulcahy did. He got very comfortable with her over time because she never tried to pull anything on him, but she wasn’t cautious around him and actually called him by his name (which is John in these stories bc I can’t keep up with how many times it’s changed, but he tells the other nurse to call him that so idk that’s what I went with). She’s very physically affectionate and likes to tease him, and she’s pretty much the only one who can get away with that. Aside from Hawkeye, she’s the only one that Mulcahy will be vulnerable in front of.

While he’s shy, Della is a social butterfly, and she’s kinda wild when she wants to be, which makes him worry. It’s warranted, she’s a bit of a daredevil, lol. But when the roles are reversed and he pulls something reckless, she’s all over him. And again, aside from Hawkeye, she’s the only one that’s comforted him/seen him cry, and also is the only one that knows how to handle him when he gets sorta panicky (I wrote in another post somewhere that I headcanon him as having terrible anxiety). They both love each other a lot and overall it’s a very playful relationship, but don’t mess with either of them because you will feel the other one’s wrath.

When it comes to jealousy, Della knows she gets jealous and tries not to, but ultimately fails. Mulcahy on the other hand doesn’t understand why his chest feels so tight when he sees her off with some guy or hears the other men talking about her (she sometimes sleeps around and dates but it’s really only because she can’t have the person she really wants. Or at least she thinks she can’t). They both have rather intense feelings for each other, but Della never said anything because she figured she could never have him and he never said anything bc of his vows and also a lot of denial. TLDR; they’re chaotic and playful but also very emotionally close and care about each other a lot. Best friends fr.

Other random facts about Della:

-she’s incredibly perceptive to subtle changes in people and their moods

-99% of the time is chaotic and playful but when something happens or someone is upset she immediately cools to like 1% and is incredibly gentle. It’s like whiplash, honestly.

-she’s terrified of birds. Especially chickens. But somehow, hot chicken sandwiches are her favourite...

-she has a friend back home who is deaf and knows very basic ASL

-her mother died when she was a teenager

-she’s from Philadelphia, PA, just like Mulcahy, but they never met before the war

-she became a nurse and moved into an apartment with her best friend, but her friend moved out when she got married, and now Della just has a vacant room in her apartment back home

-she shares a tent with Nurses Kellye, Baker, and Able

-Klinger knows she has feelings for Mulcahy but never says anything about it. Just sort of gives her a knowing look

-Frank actually doesn’t bully her like he does with a lot of the others. He actually seems to like her. And everyone is bewildered by this. But Della is a little shit and will use it to her advantage to help the others

-Mulcahy may be camp therapist tm but Della is group therapist tm. She’s also the only one who knows how to calm Mulcahy when he’s anxious (I head canon that he has horrible anxiety but I’m likely just projecting but its fine) and is the only one (other than Margaret and BJ/Trapper) who can calm Hawkeye when he’s it one of his rants or is overstimulated (back on my ADHD/Autistic!Hawkeye bs)

-She used to play field hockey

-She finds her dress uniform too stuffy and would much rather wear her worn in fatigues instead

-She’s a night owl and goes on walks a lot at night after stressful days

Anyway yeah so that’s my M*A*S*H OC. I might make another who is closer to Radar’s age bc let’s be real, he needs a friend his own age. Thanks for reading if you made it this far. I was brainrotting and needed to put all of this info somewhere so here it is!

#mash #m*a*s*h #m*a*s*h fic olympics #mash fanfiction #mash fic #father mulcahy #mash oc #john mulcahy #max klinger #radar o'reilly #hawkeye pierce #bj hunnicutt #nurse kellye #charles emerson winchester iii #henry blake #mash posting #mashblr

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bqstqnbruin · 3 months

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christina what were your top books of the month i need to know

I had such a good reading month in January (which I assume is the month you mean) so these are the books I rated 5 stars

Nora Goes Off Script by Annabel Monaghan - I ?????? loved how sweet this was ??????? I wasn't expecting to be screaming crying kicking my feet ?????????????????

Delilah Green Doesn't Care and Astrid Parker Doesn't Fail both by Ashley Herring Blake - I just love when women

The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake - the amount I love Nico and need to read the next book is unreal

The Final Revival of Opal and Nev by Dawnie Walton - It's Daisy Jones and the Six but good

The Cruel Prince by Holly Black - I need more Cardan my heart shattered at this ending

The Black Flamingo by Dean Atta - this is so quick and heart warming to read I loved every emotion I felt with this

Crying in H Mart by Michelle Zauner - more like me crying in my bed because of this memoir

The Once Upon a Broken Heart triology by Stephanie Garber - when I tell you there is no character I love more than Jacks out of all of the books I have read I am not lying I need a Jacks

The Inivisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab - I have never sobbed more than reading the ending of this book and I wish I had more of Addie and Henry

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hawkeyeslaughter · 4 months

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Do you have any headcannons for what hawkeye (or any of the swamp rats) went on to do after the war?

for my darling hawkeye ? of course i do !

— he’s the only one of the swamp rats not to eventually open up a private practice , but he does get promoted to head surgeon at his maine hospital . some of the more egotistical doctors find him ridiculous because he often bothers himself with small matters that most doctors of his rank don’t ( i.e , treating his patients with kindness , dropping in on them often and such ) . he , in a very hawkeye - esque fashion , tells them to get fucked

— bj tries to convince him to come to california to visit and hawkeye laughs at this idea because as much as he loves bj he would genuinely rather die than suffer the california weather . he’s so annoying about it that bj gives in and they ( he and peg and erin ) make an annual trip to maine every year . hawkeye is always greeted at the airport with a bear - hug from erin .

— uncle hawkeye is also constantly commanded to do the silly voices !! and of course he gives in because he has absolutely no backbone when it comes to kids and cannot say no to them ever . he also teaches erin how to play poker .

— he tracks down loraine blake’s address in bloomington , illinois , and writes her a letter expressing his love for henry , that everyone in the 4077th loved henry . he encloses a picture of him , henry , trapper , and radar with it — all mid laughter . loraine writes him back , thanking him . ‘ you made him laugh , hawkeye , he told me so . ‘ she writes . ‘ no matter what else you did , you made him laugh . and he loved you too . even if he never said it . ‘

— hawkeye takes busses and a train and busses again to iowa to be radar’s best man ( he doesn’t like planes . ) he recalls an embarrassing story or two during his best man speech but all is forgiven when he doesn’t leave a dry eye in the place by the end of his speech .

— it’s hawkeye’s turn to cry when he finds out radar names his son benjamin franklin o’reilly .

— he visits trapper frequently and trapper has a spare key to his house . hawkeye also has his own toiletries and shit at trapper’s . clothes as well .

— he finds out where charles hangs out on one of his frequent visits to trap , and shows up sporting a red carnation ( so charles doesn’t ignore the wrong person ) . charles spots the hawkeye grin a mile off , though . hawkeye makes this a tradition , charles thinks it’s ridiculous , even if from then on he consistently keeps an eye out for a shaggy - haired , carnation wearing , blue - eyed babe to get drunk with whenever he steps foot into the place .

— he’s a faithful penpal to margaret . each of her long letters detailing every event in her life , along with the large amount of photographs she sends are never thrown away , carefully preserved in a shoebox . he also frequently sends her gag gifts , most of which he gets berated for over the phone . he can never listen to those calls with a straight face .

— he looks up frank once , and sends him a pair of his boxers with no letter attached . he gets a run off the mill letter , penned by frank’s secretary , in return .

— he never kicks the alcohol habit , not completely . there are just things from korea that are too painful to remember sober . gin doesn’t taste right to him anymore .

— despite spending most of his time at the hospital , his house becomes cluttered , just like the swamp was .

— while altered , there is simply no denying that fact , hawkeye never turns his back on his hawkeye essence . he lives out his days in maine helping whoever he can , whenever he can , at any time he can . far past the time his mind weakens and his hands grow shaky , hawkeye is always hawkeye .

#i wanted these to be more silly but i got kind of emotional lmao !!#i’m sorry these took so long #but hawkeye my love … hawkeye my love #m*a*s*h #mash #mashposting #mashblr #mash 4077 #hawkeye pierce #hawkeye #lgbt #lgbtq

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pierceintyre-hunnihawk · 1 year

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Welcome Back, Soldier

I’ve waited so long for BJ to be here. Don’t get me wrong, I had a fun time playing checkers and talking with Henry, Colonel Potter, but I really started to miss BJ.

“Hawkeye!”

“Yes?”

“Special notice courtesy of the big man.”

“Come in.”

“Captain Benjamin Franklin “Hawkeye” Pierce, due to unfortunate circumstances, Captain Benjamin James “BJ” Hunnicutt has passed. He stated that he does want to see you when he gets here. Be there.”

“Yes sir!” I’m so excited to finally see my friend and lover for the first time in years. Sure it sucks for everyone else, but I’m mainly focusing on me.

The next morning was different. Colonel Potter, Henry, and I were waiting for BJ. We made some light conversation here and there, some jokes, and then some, but once we saw BJ, all conversations came to a stop.

“BJ!”

“Colonel Potter! It’s a pleasure to see you again! How’s Mildred?”

“Oh, she’s doing just fine. Along with my Sophie.”

“That’s always a good thing.”

“BJ.”

“You must be Colonel Henry Blake!”

“I am! It’s a pleasure to meet you, Bj. Hawkeye’s told me a lot about you.”

“Hawkeye’s here?!”

“Yes. Allow me to move.”

Once Henry moved, I finally saw BJ.

“BJ…”

“Hawkeye.”

“It’s-“

“Stop. I already know what you’re going to say.”

“You do?”

“Yes. Now, I have some questions for you.”

“I’ll answer them.”

“Why in god’s name did you have to die?!”

I saw Henry and Colonel Potter leave. Henry mouthed a “good luck” to me as he and Potter kept walking.

“Excuse me?”

“WHY in GOD’S NAME did you have to DIE?!”

“BJ, it wasn’t that easy…”

“I LEFT A MAN BEHIND TO DIE ALONE AND SCARED ON MY ONE DAY OFF, AND YOU GO AND PULL A STUNT LIKE THIS?! YOU BETTER BE GLAD WE’RE DEAD!”

“BJ, you don’t understand.”

“I sure as hell don’t! Why did you leave me alone? I left my wife and kids for you. And you did that. How the hell do you think I felt? I was alone and in silence for thirty five god damned years!”

“Because if I didn’t, they would’ve killed me anyway!”

“…what?”

“Therapy wasn’t doing anything for me but killing me! I talked, and talked, and talked but I was just told to take pills and hope that it gets better! DO YOU THINK IT DID ANYTHING?!”

“Hawkeye, I…”

“You didn’t what?! Oh, that’s right you didn’t know.”

“You never told me!”

“I did, BJ!”

“When?”

“My last session. Do you remember how I came home crying my eyes out, hoping and praying to whoever and whatever that it wouldn’t worsen?! How I collapsed in your arms muttering about how I couldn’t be fixed?! I wanted to be fixed. To finally be happy. To be able to do things like I used to! But, nothing worked. They told me that if it wasn’t better by my last session that I would have to go elsewhere. Do you know what elsewhere is, BJ?”

“I’m afraid I don’t.”

“It’s a military mental hospital! And not one of the good ones.”

“I didn’t know, Hawkeye.”

“I know you didn’t. You just heard me muttering in your arms that I couldn’t take it anymore. Out of my love for you and my illness taking over, I had to pull my own plug. I didn’t want you to be there when I did, but I also didn’t want you to find me the way you did either.”

“I-I forgive you, Hawkeye. I don’t know how I could’ve been so blind that no matter what you did, or how you did it, it just wasn’t enough. I know life wasn’t easy for you, and death seems kinda boring, but I don’t want it to be. Not for you, anyway. I want to make your afterlife fun.”

“It’s-it’s okay BJ. If you want to make my afterlife, as well as yours fun, let’s go to the flower field. It’s wide and vast, and there’s all sorts of flowers and trees that we can sit and talk, read, or even just be with one another under. There’s lakes and river too. All filled with fish.”

“Lead the way, my dove.”

“You-you really do forgive me.”

“I do. Can we, spirits I mean, get married in the afterlife?”

“We can.”

“Do they allow two men to marry?”

“They do. What are you implying, BJ?”

I watched as BJ took my hand in his, and asked the question.

“Hawkeye?”

“Yes?”

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

BJ took me in his arms, spun me, and kissed me quick.

“What’s all the commotion about?!”

“Colonel Potter! Henry Blake! I’m, we’ll we’re getting married!”

“Congrats you two! We’re so happy that you made up.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course. We’ll leave you to it.”

BJ and I went to the field where we sat underneath one of the big oak trees and just talked. After all of this time, all of these years, we finally got the life we deserved. I can tell that our afterlife together will never be short of happy and exciting.

#hawkeye pierce #beejhawk #bj hunnicutt #hunnihawk #bj x hawkeye #angst without a happy ending #colonel potter #henry blake

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zackcollins · 2 years

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Finding out that the final scene in "Abyssinia Henry" wasn't even part of the original script makes me wanna say "abyssinia" to myself. Because like. That's just too much for me to process, man.

#ngl it made me cry a little #because holy hell was that a lot to handle #i didnt need to know that #because now ill never stop thibking about it #and ill perpetually be sad #rip me #and rip henry #ill miss him #henry blake #lieutenant colonel henry blake #mash #m*a*s*h #tv: mash #robin talks #robin talks about mash #not sports #tw death #<- just to be safe

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bbgem329 · 2 years

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Things Are Never As They Seem… Chapter Eight

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader, Sebastian Stan x OFC (PR relationship)

Summary

You and Sebastian Stan have been dating privately for over two years. Everything is perfect until he is coerced into a PR relationship when he signed with a new agency to advance his career. Trouble ensues…

Warnings

MINORS DNI! 18++. Language. Fluff. Smut. Phone sex. Mutual masturbation. Discussions of PR. Seb is good bf. Badly written smut?

Series Masterlist

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September 18, 2020

“You’re awfully smiley over there.”

You glanced up from your phone, cheeks heating as you were met with Henry’s smirking face, a sly glint in his golden eyes.

“Well,” You shifted in your chair, crossing one leg over the other and drawing your coat tighter over your shoulders before your eyes flickered back to the picture lighting up your phone screen. “Sebastian is editing a video he made hiking for this charity and he keeps sending parts of it.” You shook your head, bottom lip trapped between your teeth to suppress a smile, “He is such a fucking goof.”

“So I take it things are going well then?” Henry asked slowly between bites of his fancy ass protein bar. “I meant to ask sooner because I know you had a rough couple weeks there but then you came back so much better after your days off.”

You caught his eyes once again, a shiver dancing up your spine over the intensity of his gaze. You would never get over the contact lenses he wore for Geralt, the goldish hues always made you feel as if he was seeing right through your goddamn sole every time.

“Yeah.” You nodded, tongue darting out to wet your lips, “We’re doing really good. We talked things out and actually put together a schedule of sorts. That way we have a set time each day to call or FaceTime.” You gave a little shrug of your shoulders and smiled, “So far it’s working. We’re communicating much more.”

“Good, good.” Henry hummed before his face pinched up in a pained grimace, “I’d really hate to have to kick his ass for hurting you. Seeing you cry makes me… uncomfortable.”

“Oh my God.” You laughed, hand pressed over your mouth and shoulders shaking with the strain to keep somewhat quiet, “Gee, thanks, Hen.”

“Eh,” He shrugged, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, “I don’t mean it in a bad way, just that usually you’re a pure ball of sunshine, it’s weird to see you any other way.”

Before you could even open your mouth to respond, a teasing retort hanging heavy on your tongue, someone called your name, informing you that you were needed in the costume trailer for a wardrobe change.

“I’ll be back.” You sighed, clicking your phone off and sliding it back in the front pocket of your jacket after slipping off the chair. “I swear to god if they make me put on that dress this time…”

Henry’s laugh echoed after you as you walked purposefully to the trailer, an eager pep in your step because Blake would be there and he would most likely have a fresh bagel and coffee waiting for you. Especially if he was making you put on that stupid corset. There is absolutely no way he wouldn’t approach that without a peace offering.

“Helloooooo.” You cooed, knocking lightly as you pushed open the trailer door and stepped inside.

Just as you predicted Blake was grinning like a fool, a plate with a freshly toasted Cinnamon Toast Crunch bagel laiden with cream cheese in one hand and a large iced vanilla latte in the other.

You crossed your arms over your chest, wearing the most convincing pout you could muster.

“Come on, baby girl.” Blake sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s not up to me.”

“But Blake.” You whined, hands gesturing wildly about, “That thing looks so uncomfy. I thought Anya didn’t wear dresses.”

“Anya’s going to a queen’s ball, darling. She has to be dressed to the nines.” He pointed out, lips pressed in a thin line, eyebrows furrowed, and dark eyes pleading, “Besides Henry has to get in that tight suit thing for this scene too. You won’t be the only one uncomfortable. And at least the dress is kind of sexy. It even gives something Yennifer might wear, a run for her money.”

“I don’t have to get on a horse in it, right?” You asked, eyes narrowed skeptically.

“Not that I know of.” He chuckled, shaking his head as you snatched the bagel and coffee right out of his hands. “Don’t even act like you wouldn’t do it. Eagerly might, I add.”

You plopped down in the chair with a loud huff, “Alright, make me look pretty for the queen’s fucking ball.”

You sat patiently, munching happily on your bagel as Blake worked his magic on your hair, curling your extension and pinning a few strands from the front back. Not even ten minutes in, after sending a few silly selfies to Sebastian, your phone began buzzing incessantly from where it lay on the counter.

“Who is it?” Blake mumbled, a few Bobby pins held between his lips as he adjusted a curl against the back of your head.

You snatched it off the counter, a big grin splitting across your lips as you read the contact name. “It’s our lover.”

“Hiiii.” You beamed, wearing the biggest cheeky grin as you bounced in your seat. At least until Blake grasped your shoulders, holding you steady so he could finish your hair.

“Hey, baby.” Sebastian cooed, flashing you that gorgeous, boyish grin.

“What are you up to?” You smiled, warmth spreading through you at the sight of him. He looked so soft and cuddly in his tight white t-shirt, signature black mask hanging around his neck, and his hair tousled and flying every which way. “I thought you were with Eli.”

“He just left.” Sebastian nodded, tugging a hand through his thick locks, “I just wanted to see your pretty face before you went back to shooting.”

“Were my silly selfies not good enough, Stan?” You teased, scrunching your nose at him.

“Never.” He deadpanned, wiggling his eyebrows at you before he breathed out a soft chuckle. “Nah, I just really want to see Blake lace you up in that corset you’ve been whining about for the last week.”

“Hey, handsome.” Blake drawled, dipping down until his face popped up beside yours on the screen. “You’re just in time for the show.”

“Seriously?” You gasped, pressing a hand offensively to your chest, head snapping back momentarily to glare at the redhead behind you. “You told him?”

“Of course I told him.” Blake scoffed, rolling his Carmel hues. As if informing Sebastian of your impending, undesirable costume change was an ordinary occurrence in your daily lives. “He couldn’t miss this. It’s going to be comical.”

“Fuck you both.” You laughed, eyebrows furrowed and mouth gaped open as you shook your head. “I’m so glad you both find humor in my discomfort and pain.”

“Oh, come on, babe.” Sebastian chuckled, shaking his head, “It’s not like that…”

“Oh, it’s totally like that.” Blake’s cackle turned it to a gasp when your elbow snapped back, sinking harshly into his gut. “Okay just for that, I’m taking a video too.”

And that’s how you ended up, hands pressed to the wall, choked gasps and whines spilling feebly from your lips with every pull on the strings lining the back of the corset.

“Oh my God.” You whimpered out, hanging your head as Blake allowed you just a moment of reprieve. “I can’t fucking breathe in this thing.”

Sebastian’s laugh sounded loudly through the speaker of your phone and your gaze flickered to where you’d positioned him on the vanity table, face showcasing what you hoped was your most intimidating glare.

“Hate to break it to you, babe.” Blake chuckled, gently patting your exposed shoulder. If it was meant to provide comfort, it didn’t work. “You’re only halfway in.”

“Mother fucker.”

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Later on that evening, after you finished shooting for the day, you found yourself back at your apartment, lounging on your belly across your bed, FaceTiming Sebastian on your laptop.

You had decided to have somewhat of a date night since it was a Friday night and you both had the following day off. It was a little unconventional and not nearly as rewarding as an in-person date, but it was better than nothing at all.

“Even after three years, I don’t think I will ever come to terms with you always ordering basic California rolls when we eat sushi.” Sebastian mumbled between bites off his fancy ass, gross looking sushi. “I mean, come on, baby. Branch out a little.”

“Hey, don’t give me shit.” You giggled, waving your chopsticks scoldingly at him through the camera. “Eating these always reminds me of my college days, it’s nostalgic and sacred. Besides,” You shrugged, face pinched up in a disgusted grimace, “this is as raw as I’ll ever go.”

He sighed, eyes squinting and nose scrunching in your favorite way, “Promise me that you’ll at least try it one day.”

“Never ever.” You declared before popping a roll in your mouth, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips and it grew as he growled out a defeated groan, dropping his head, face first into his pillow. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. I never make you eat the soups I spend hours cooking.”

“Whatever.” He grumbled, eyebrows furrowed and a pout on his plump lips. “And for your information, it’s the texture not the taste.”

“I know.” You rolled your eyes, huffing out a laugh, “you’ve told me about a billion times.”

“By the way,” You chuckled, shaking your head as you snatched up another roll with your chopsticks. “I'm surprised you’re still eating sushi with how much,” You wiggled your brows at him, a teasing glint in your eye, “You and Catalina eat it.”

“Oh my God.” Sebastian groaned, scrubbing a hand up his face before tugging frustratingly on the ends of his tousled hair. “That’s not even funny, pretty girl. I told her one god damn time that I liked it and now she posts about it all the time.”

You breathed out a small laugh, hand pressed to your mouth to avoid flashing him the bite you were working on chewing. You took a quick sip of your cherry coke before swallowing, “Blake said your fans make fun of her for… hairy pasta?…” You shook your head, lips pursed quizzically, “What does that mean?”

He choked out a gasp, smacking harshly at his chest, “Food went down the wrong pipe.” He cleared his throat a few times, a flush spreading across his face. “Catalina has seemed to have found interest in cooking as of lately.”

You corked a brow, waiting for him to convey.

“She’s been posting so many Instagram stories of her cooking and most of the time it’s pasta.” He paused to take a quick sip of his water before swiping a napkin over his mouth, “But she doesn’t tie her hair back and most of the time it’s swinging down into the food.” He nodded slowly, hand gesturing lazily in the air, “Hairy Pasta.”

“Okay. Ew.” You chuckled, face squished up in disgust, “Did you actually eat it?”

“Of course not.” Sebastian sighed, punching the bridge of his nose, “But it’s what she wants everyone to think. She’s deliberately posting videos of herself in a kitchen that looks exactly like mine.”

“Don’t you just love the art of baiting?” You cackled from behind your glass, “It takes true talent and determination.”

Sebastian huffed out a laugh, head bobbing lazily in agreement, “She’s definitely determined, I’ll give her that.”

“Eh,” You squinted, “Is it really determination or more so desperation?”

“Do I even have to answer that?” He grumbled, wincing slightly.

“Nah.”

Sebastian breathed out a long sigh, shifting to sit up with his back against the headboard, “I saw you posted the video Blake took.” And you were perfectly content with the topic change. “You can hear my laugh in it but I doubt anyone will notice.”

“Oops.” You shrugged, sly grin splitting across your lips, “I didn’t even notice so I think we’ll be okay. We’re an ocean apart so I doubt anyone would even think it was you.”

“Probably.” He nodded, tongue darting out to wet his lips, “I commented on it.”

You jolted up, scrambling to grab your phone from the bedside table. “Sebastian.” You whispered, fingers pressed to your lips as you unlocked your phone and opened Instagram. “Catalina is going to throw a fucking fit. You’re going to get in trouble.”

He hummed noncommittally, “She already is. My phone has been blowing up.” He exhaled a soft breath, “And I’m ignoring it.”

Sure enough. The top comment on your post.

Imsebastianstan: This is GOLDEN.

Imsebastianstan: HAHA

“Twice?” You gasped, shoulders slumping as your head lolled lazily back, chin tilted toward the ceiling. “Sebastian Stan! Did you see how many likes these two simple comments are getting? Oh my God.”

“Yeah.” He snickered, “And all the comments ‘shipping’ us too. Relax, I’ve commented on your stuff before… People know we’re at least friends.”

“That was before!!” You groaned, “People aren’t supposed to ‘ship’ us. That’s going to cause problems and piss Catalina off.”

You glanced back at your phone, scrolling through your notifications but froze, your heart practically crawling up your throat, when you caught sight of a certain follow notification.

Cat_Bautista followed you.

“Oh fuck,” You breathed out, eyes practically bulging out of your head.

“Baby, it’s fine.” Sebastian sighed, “I don’t care if they ship us. Just means that when we actually do go public with our relationship, we at least know people will take well to it.” He chuckled, voice raising slightly in pitch, tone almost pleading, “I mean, they're practically begging us to get together now. Imagine how happy they’ll be when we make it known.”

“Catalina followed me, Seb.” You mumbled, eyes flickering up to meet his comforting, cerulean hues, though it did nothing to ease the anxiety and panic rising steadily in your chest. “Should I be concerned? Why did she follow me?” You inhaled sharply, tossing your phone haphazardly aside before dropping your face in your hands, “I don’t want to follow her back. Do I have to follow her back? I don’t want any part in this game-”

“Baby, baby.” He interjected, voice soft but firm, “It’s fine. Hey,” He lifted his hands to rest on either edge of his laptop screen, head dipping down to gaze directly into the camera, “Don’t worry about it. Ignore it. She probably wants to get under your skin and it’s her way of letting us know she saw my comment.” He shook his head, rolling his steel blue eyes. “I don’t know why it matters, she was allowed to post a picture of herself hiking yesterday just to make it seem like she was with me when I posted my hiking video today. She should be more than satisfied with that.”

You exhaled a slow, shaky breath, eyes downcast as you hesitantly nodded along.

You heard him, loud and clear but it didn’t stop the unease from swirling in your gut. From what you had gathered thus far, was that there was always a reason or a motive behind Catalina’s actions.

Whatever her intentions were for following you, they definitely weren’t good nor pure.

You couldn’t help but feel like it was a warning.

An ‘I’ve got eyes on you’ type thing.

And it left you on edge, to say the least.

“She probably thinks it’ll make it look more real too.” He sighed, pulling you from your fatalistic thoughts. You glanced up just in time to see him slump defeatedly back against the headboard, scratching at the stubble lining his jaw. “Following my ‘friends’ might just do that.”

“I doubt that.” You shook your head, bottom lip worried between your teeth. “That just made her look like a jealous, possessive girlfriend if anything.”

“Whatever it is, it’s nothing to worry about right now.” Sebastian added quickly, clapping his hands together and plastering a small but genuine smile across his handsome face. Something about his firm tone of voice had a finality—an subtle edge to let you know he was over and done with this conversation. “This is our time. Not hers.”

“You’re right.” You mumbled, frown tugging on the corner of your lips as you combed a hand through your hair, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, sweetness.” He assured you softly, “Why don’t you tell me about the rest of your day? Did you have fun wearing that dress?”

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“And I kid you not, Seb” You snorted, tears springing in the corner of your eyes as your hand slapped obnoxiously against your thigh, “The look on his face-”

Your eyes flickered up briefly from your phone, mouth snapping shut when you met Sebastian’s heavy, heated gaze.

“Are you even listening to me?” You chuckled, snapping your fingers in front of the screen.

“Huh?” He mumbled, darkened cerulean hues flashing back up to meet your own. “What?” He shook his head, huffing out a small chuckle, “Yeah. Course, baby.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, mouth parting to ask what the fuck he was looking at, only to snap shut when you glanced down to find your robe had slipped open, your bare breasts on full display.

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, a deep blush rising to the apples of cheeks as he scratched nervously at the back of the neck. “That was such a dick move. You were trying to tell me something but I just,” He threw his bad back, hand waving animintly in front of the screen. “They were just there. I couldn’t help but look.”

You bit back a laugh, there was so much to love about Sebastian but seeing him flustered—all choked up on his words and red in the face… Well, it did something to you.

A wicked smile split across your face as your fingers trailed teasingly up your thigh, slipping ever so slowly up and up until they hooked on the loosely tied sash at your waist. A simple tug and the silky fabric was sliding off your shoulders, bearing your body completely to your watchful lover on the screen.

“Fuck.” He whispered, tongue darting out to wet his lips as his hungry eyes trailing the length of your nude form.

“What are you thinking about?” You cooed softly, leaning back on one hand to hold yourself up as you arched your back and spread your legs.

“Holy fuck.” He croaked out, voice rising slightly in pitch as his dark, blown hues zerod in on the space between your parted thighs, glistening core wet, needy, and just for him. “You weren’t wearing any panties this entire time? Naughty girl.” He tsked, shaking his head. “Are you trying to kill me?”

You breathed out a soft laugh, “I would never.” You glanced up at him through your lashes as your dainty fingers trailed up to tweak the sensitive, peaked buds of your left breast. “Who else would fuck me good then?”

A feral groan tore through his chest, his own hand sliding down his bare chest to palm the growing bulge through his tight navy boxer briefs. “Play with your pretty pussy, baby. Wanna see you cum.”

You moaned softly, giving your nipple one last tug before your fingers skimmed down your naval and past your unshaven mound. You didn’t waste any time, dipping your fingers down to gather the slick pooling in your aching hole before sliding back up to rub light but deliberate circles over your sensitive bud.

This wouldn’t be the first time you and Sebastian had phone sex, or in this case, FaceTime sex.

Nor would it be the last.

There was just something about it that made it so sacred—so special.

Maybe it was how feral and desperate he turned in his desire to just see you. Especially after not being able to physically touch you, smell you, taste you after an extended period of time. Or maybe there was just something about the way he looked at you, egging you on as he furiously stroked his hard, leaking cock.

“Spread your legs further, baby girl.” He commanded, voice husky and low, “Let me see you.”

You did as he told, fingers dipping down to gather more slick leaking freely down your thighs before strumming quicker over your clit.

“God, youre fucking gorgeous.” He whispered, hand palming harder over of his thick, fabric covered cock, “I fucking miss you, honey. Miss you and your pussy so much.”

You couldn’t think straight under his intense gaze, soft pants and whines spilling from your parted lips as you flicked your little bud.

You could already feel the coil tightening just beneath your naval, the sight of him with his lip caught between his teeth, broad, toned chest heaving with every baited breath, and his hand working over the very obvious hard on in his briefs.

Sebastian was a gorgeous man, but seeing him like this, knowing you’re the one who does this to him—the only one who gets to witness him all flushed, needy, and more than a little turned on, set your entire body on fire.

“Take out your cock.” You gasped out, head lolling back as you fought to keep your eyes open and focused on him. “Want you to cum with me. Need to see you too.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, moving quickly to slide his briefs part way down his thighs, allowing his thick and heavy cock to spring free, slapping obscenely against his abdomen.

You couldn’t help but mirror his moan when he wrapped his hand firmly around the base of his cock before jerking up, working himself up to a steady pace.

“Fuck, look at you.” He groaned, gazing at you through heavy lids. “God, I wish I were there.”

“Tell me.” You moaned, fingers dipping back down to tease your entrance, palm bumping deliciously over your engorged bud. “Tell me what you’d do if you were here.”

“Fuck.” He grit out, a drawn out groan tumbling from his swollen, bitten lips as he picked up his movements, hips bucking forward on their own accord when his thumb swiped over the fat head of his cock. “First I’d eat that pretty little pussy. I’d spread you open, make you hold the backs of your thighs as I sucked on your little swollen clit.”

“Oh God.” You whimpered out, plunging your fingers as deep as they could go into your quivering core. With each deliberate thrust of your fingers, your palm rubbed perfectly against your swollen bud. “What,” You bit your lip to suppress a moan, heavy eyes trained on his hand working quickly over his leaking cock. “What else?”

“I’d fuck you with my tongue, then my fingers.” He panted, tightening his grip on his thick length, thumb sliding across his tip once more to gather the precum leaking from the slit. “Get you nice and ready for my cock.”

“I’m gonna cum.” You choked out, hips bucking involuntarily against your hand in seek of the friction your palm was providing. “Need your cock. Need to feel full.” You whined, drawing your fingers from your aching hole to focus on stimulating your clit. “My fingers aren’t the same.”

“Can’t fill you up like I can, huh?” He pouted, tone taunting and low, “Your little fingers aren’t enough? Need my fat cock to feel good?”

“Yes.” You cried out, fingers working faster over your bud, circling and pinching as your legs began to shake and your thighs closed around your hand. “Need you so bad.”

“Need you too, Iubirea mea.” He groaned, voice cracking slightly as he squeezed his eyes shut momentarily before they flickered open to blatantly stare at your cunt as it leaked and clenched around nothing. The amount of slick coating your quivering thighs and the bright flush spread across your heaving chest left him desperate, hand stroking earnestly over his twitching cock. “Keep your legs open, baby. Wanna see you gush. Know you’re so close, can see it in the way your thighs are shaking. Cum for me, please.”

“Sebastian.” You whined, core beginning to clench and pulse around nothing. “Please.”

“Fuck.” He growled out, thumb swiping over his tip with every deseperate rut of his hips, shamelessly fucking his hand. “Wish I were there. Wish I was inside you. Wish I could feel that tight, wet pussy wrapped around my cock.”

“Oh, God.” You moaned, voice rising in pitch as your vision began to blur and your movements became more frantic, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too.” He choked out, the slick sound of your pussy like music to his ears. “Cum for me. Cum with me.”

And as if he commanded your body, your head lolled back with a soft, pleading cry of his name and you were falling over the edge, a fresh wave of slick gushing from your quivering hole and coating the inside of your thighs.

Sebastian followed soon after, a loud moan spilling feebly from his swollen lips as his cock twitched and his cum splattered messily over his toned abdomen and hand.

“Fuck.” You gasped out, head spinning and body trembling as you flopped breathlessly down on the bed. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” He croaked, struggling to catch his breath. “And I’m going to fuck you so hard when I see you next. You won’t be able to walk straight for more than a few days.”

You heaved yourself up on your elbows, heart fluttering and core clenching at the sight of him lounging casually against the headboard, his own creamy spend still coating his torso, thick locks wild and untamed, a gorgeous flush spread across his entire skin, and a wicked smirk tugging at the corner of his swollen lips.

“Oh,” You grinned, exhaling a delighted sigh, “I’m counting on it.”

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fleetwood-mac-andcheese · 3 years

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My thoughts while watching Holes for the billionth time

It’s fucked up that the movie starts with all the supporting characters watching their friend attempt suicide

How long was Stanley’s trial and how short was Zero’s trial? Because we know that Zero got arrested the day after Stanley did, but he arrived at Camp Greenlake significantly earlier. Like, he knew Barfbag, he already had a nickname, people knew he liked to dig. How long was he there before Stanley showed up?

In the book when they sing the song, they howl on the word moon (it’s written “moo-oo-oon”) and I wish they did that in the movie

The Yelnatses screwed Stanley over by not getting him a lawyer. The little bits we see of his case prove they had no clue what they were doing. And when they eventually do get a lawyer, he’s let out almost immediately.

I love how Dr. Pendanski is written. He’s such a terrible person who has convinced himself and is trying to convince those around him that he is the nicest guy around. He fucking sucks and I love how he’s written and how Tim Blake Nelson plays him.

“Today’s menu: Chili, string beans, re-fried beans, garbanzo beans, green beans, and banana jello” — aren’t green beans and string beans the same thing?

The cinematic choices made in this movie are just *chef’s kiss*. The way they jump from timeline to timeline without ever losing pace is masterful

Eartha Kitt is flawless.

While Eartha Kitt is flawless, I want it noted that in the book, Madame Zeroni is described as a one legged Romani person (Sachar actually used the G slur) and Eartha Kitt is neither one-legged nor Romani.

Zero is the fastest digger in the camp, but they never really explain how big the camp is. Like, is he the fastest out of 25 people? 60 people, 140 people?

Just to revisit point 8, I fucking love Eartha Kitt

The yellow spotted lizards are such an excellent plot device

All the inmates are either A) mentally ill B) people of color or C) severely traumatized. But most of them are D) all of the above

When Squid throws out Stanley’s letter, catch Zero in the background with a pool cue ready to beat the shit out of that motherfucker

It’s weird that they show Sam as some kind of snake oil salesman when we know that his product actually works. The yellow spotted lizards won’t bite you if you’ve eaten his onions. Why claim they cure baldness or that Mary Lou is over 100 years old?

Zero back at it again ready to throw hands for Stanley, this time with a billiards ball

The fact that magnet got locked up for stealing a thousand dollar puppy

“You are here on account of one person. You know who that person is?” “Yeah, my no good, dirty rotten, pig-stealing, great great grandfather. That’s who it is”

Henry Winker provides such comedic levity

When Zero asks Stanley to teach him how to read and it’s such a nice moment of vulnerability, only to be shot down by Stanley. I just want to cry

What happens if someone actually dies at Camp Greenlake? Like, Zero and Stanley ran away and Barfbag got sent to the hospital, but they all survived. What would the protocol be if someone just dies while digging? Clearly there’s not a lot of oversight because Stanley can get away with Zero digging his hole, so what happens when one of those kids get overheated working all day in the Texas sun and just collapses in their hole one day and nobody thinks to check on them until the next day when the buzzards are all gathered around their corpse?

I’ve waited long enough to say this. Sigourney Weaver in this movie is one of the best performances I’ve ever seen. I fucking love her

Sam and Katherine. nuff said

“Well then I guess you’d be in a lot of trouble if your boat leaked.” *sobs*

Just casually reciting Edgar Allen Poe from memory as a way of professing my love to a woman I legally cannot be with due to racist laws forbidding interracial relationships.

I can’t help but remember that Scott Plank died during the post production of this movie. Respect to him and his ability to play such a good villain as Trout Walker

“No one ever says no to Trout Walker.” “I believe I just did.” SAY IT LOUDER, KATE!

Sam

I love that Kate’s MO came from a racist sheriff sexually harassing her

The sunflower seed thing reminds me of something that happened to me at RTC and it’s just a really nice moment for me

Stanley acting so casual by not doing the one thing he’s supposed to be doing

The look on Magnet’s face right before Stanley covers for him

I really want to know more about the Warden and Mr. Sir’s relationship

I also really want a bottle of that rattlesnake nail polish, but maybe that’s just me

I also really like that Sachar didn’t shy away from the racial implications of a white guy having a black guy do his labor for him. Then again, the whole story is an indictment of racism and the American prison system, so it makes sense he wouldn’t ignore that

The way Stanley gets so excited when Zero mentions that park. Like ‘oh, we have something in common. We used to go to the same park!’ and Zero just shuts it down with “I used to sleep in the tunnel next to the swing and bridge” Stanley may have been cursed, but he still had a home

Zero finally gets to throw hands on Stanley’s behalf. He’s been waiting to do that since point 14

Pendanski really is the shittiest

“No one cares about Hector Zeroni” “I do”

I love that Twitch was just instantly ready to help Stanley steal Mr. Sir’s car

What are the chances of Kate, Zero, and Stanley all finding Sam’s boat in the middle of the desert? And I know Kate probably spent years looking for it after the lake dried up and for Zero and Stanley it was destiny, but still

Zero, you gotta ration that sploosh

One more time for emphasis: I love Eartha Kitt

Kate dying and she hallucinates Sam, only to be snapped out of it by Trout Walker. Just Trout stopping them from being together one last time

“It hasn’t rained here since the day they killed Sam” and you think whatever deity made that happen is gonna let anyone in the Walker family end up with Kate Barlow’s fortune?

“I can’t leave without Hector.”

“Call my mom. Tell her I said I was sorry. Tell her Theodore said he was sorry” cue Small Steps

Justice reigns over the Walker family and rain falls over the Walker estate

I would love for someone to find out just how much that treasure chest was really worth. Can one of those theorist channels get on that, please?

Hector finding his mom is nothing short of heart-melting. I’m not crying, you’re crying

“Camp Greenlake was closed and the boys were released on time served and sent to real counselors” Wait, are you implying that forced labor is an unjust prison sentence? Someone better tell the prison industrial complex!

So what happened with Sweet Feet? Did they sit him down and explain the misunderstanding before or after signing him as the spokesperson for their product? He was the prosecution’s lead witness at Stanley’s trial, but nope! All is forgiven!

The soundtrack slaps

Point 53, however you have Shia Labeouf and Eartha Kitt in the same movie and you put which one of them on the soundtrack? Just wondering who made that call. Like, you layer ‘I Want To Be Evil’ or ‘Burned As A Witch’ over any of Kissing Kate Barlow’s scenes, it’d be perfect. But no, instead we get the dude from Even Stevens trying to rap.

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coweggomelet · 3 years

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here we go volume 4

i like to call this one the emo volume

- eurgh more grimm juice

- oh boy murder teens what did you get yourselves into

- you know cinder really had a rough moment there and sometimes when that happens you gotta make some changes, shake things up a bit. get a new wardrobe. cut your hair. get a grimm arm, i dunno

- light tinkling gliding cloak rustling soft voice she’s so creeeeepy

- oscar!!!! my boy!!! my baby!!!

- i like that every couple of volumes everyone gets a wardrobe change

- ruby’s ability to descend into a fit of giggles even in the face of horrible circumstances will always be so wonderful

- awww his new sword. and the lil red sash

- awww hi klein!! i love you! you’re such a good father figure to weiss

- whitley currently is a little bitch. but he has a nice lil arc from that to ‘on thin fuckin ice’ and eventually lands at ‘baby’ so. love him. but right now he’s annoying

- ohhhh fuck the hoofprint

- the thing about this conversation is that i don’t like what either of them are trying to do. it’s a money grabbing capitalist vs a paranoid fascist. both bad

- weiss you’ve grown so much already i’m so proud of you

- jacque is a pageant mom. change my mind

- klein is such a good dad. i love him so much

- oh god the video, oh man. fuck i’m gonna cry. my sweet boy… he just wants to make her proud. he just wants her back. oh god, she’s proud of him. these writers keep making me cry and frankly it’s unacceptable

- i know who built yang her aaaarrmm

- this boat captain is on top of it

- oh god the orb thing. fuckin clicker noise. eeeuuuurrgghh i hate it

- “…hello?” *complete silence* “HI IM PROFESSOR OZPIN” good job oz

- i love tai & yang’s banter so much, tai is such a good dad

- i love that qrow is being their guardian angel. like technically he’s bad luck but he’s making their journey so much easier

- she’s an asshole but boy oh boy is raven a badass

- i know who the spring maiden iiiissss hehehehehe

- i love menagerie man

- hehehehehe blake’s a princess

- more good parents!!! i love them so much!!!

- these white fang fox guys are so creepy and unsettling i hate their weird little voices

- if jacque is gonna force weiss to sing, she’s gonna sing a ‘fuck you dad’ song and that’s why i love her

- wait wait henry marigold?? as in may marigold?? of the happy huntresses??? i never connected that!

- god i hate rich people

- i love that weiss’s first full summons happens cause her dad is an asshole and rich people suck

- oh tyrian you creep

- I LOVE NORA VALKYRIE she’s so strooong

- uncle to the rescue!!!

- oh my poor lil boy oscar. he’s so scared and confused

- people need to stop slapping my girls or i’m gonna go feral

- every single member of the weiss family (except jacque obviously) is so traumatized and abused and i am so sad for them cause jacque really managed to not only abuse them but turn them against each other, so instead of being able to take comfort in the solidarity of being abused by the same person, they’re in competition with each other, or resentful of each other. they do eventually reach that, but seeing them now is just heartbreaking

- fuck yeah qrow punch him!

- aaaahhhh i love that move!! throwing the sword and landing on it while it’s upright in the ground??? incredible! 10/10

- fuck yessss ruby fight fuckin dirty

- uh oh dangerous objects better keep those from the big bad

- way to interrupt a tender family moment sun

- so many tender family moments i love this

- yessss weiss i love youuuuuu— whitley you little bitch you ruined it

- weiss’s sword looks like those multi color pens with the switches

- ilia’s sword coil thing is so fucking cool

- it will always break my heart the way ren unlocked his semblance. and how clearly tragic nora’s life was before she met ren

- nope no thank you don’t like creepy dens with bones and broken weapons and icky grimm juice

- JAILBREAK

- oh fuck oh god i hate this thing i hate it so much it’s so creepy and unnatural i hate that grimm can be creepy and weird why can’t they just be regular scary

- fuck y’all don’t let evil elastigirl get you

- jaune my boy he got big sword!!

- FUCK YEAH REN STARE THAT SHIT DOWN YOU FUCKIN BADASS YOU GET THAT CLOSURE I LOVE YOUUU IM SO PROUD OF YOU

- mistral is so prettyyyy i love a mountain city

- i love nora and ren you guys

- ugh the fuckin rat man fuck all the way off discount john watson

- awww oscar’s so brave, what a good note to end on

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variousqueerthings · 1 year

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I’ve watched “as time goes by”

which leaves “goodbye, farewell, and amen”

which I will be watching tomorrow

and then I will be a mess the following week at least

but before that, maybe it’s time for a quick review of the last episode + overall the show for me at this point

1. as time goes by

I really enjoyed this episode, and add it to the list of ones that fit well into this final season. We heard three names: Radar, Blake, Frank Burns, and there’s something interesting about the nature of leaving something of Radar’s and Henry’s in the time capsule, but not for Frank

on the one hand, of course it was because none of them liked Frank and didn’t want to give him the respect, but on the other he’s the only one that got to leave without some symbolic loss (I say that, he fully lost Margaret, but she’s more than a symbol and will not be buried in the ground for 100 years!)

Radar’s innocence and Henry’s life, left in Korea. Interesting that they didn’t leave anything of Trapper’s or mention his name. It would have been Hawkeye’s job to do so, and sure, I’ll read too much into it

youknow, I was almost kinda saddened that Charles was just messing with Rizzo, for a moment I genuinely believed him -- not that I don’t think he’s a far superior gremlin to BJ, but youknow... imagines if he’d genuinely had that instinct

Hawkeye ending up genuinely helping Margaret was good for me personally -- I do think, now I’m near the end of the story -- that they definitively have my favourite friendship on the show and I was missing seeing it much after s8. They get each other better than anyone else + bring out better, more thoughtful people, when they want to

I knew Rosalind Chao would arrive at some point! and here she is! I assume she’ll be sticking around for the finale too, which is interesting. My guess is she’s going to end up with Klinger, but who knows with this show, it doesn’t tend to take the romantic happiness route. But if anybody has that sort of character, it’s Klinger!

funnily enough, she’s one of the only things that’s making me a little more relaxed about the finale, because she’s a brand new character, which means for her the finale is more like the main gist of the narrative

I’m pleased that this is the second-to-last episode -- not so intense overall (although with Soon-Lee for a bit there), gives a lot of callbacks to the story and the characters, Margaret is giving me that “I need to get an A+ in being remembered in 100 years, something that is normal to want and possible to achieve” vibe that makes me love her, and Hawkeye is both ribbing her, but ultimately there to support

and Radar’s teddy-bear stays in Korea

2. s11

Overall s11 happened very much like I expected it to -- it relatively continued to be one-off episodes with the odd wrapping up of little things here and there (the time capsule, Hawkeye vs that general which is gonna be stuck in my head forever, potter’s mortgage being paid off) and both Kellye and Rizzo got to spend a little more time at the forefront, which was nice to see

it was hard for me to engage with the episodes that didn’t have some kind of thematic or character furthering device I could latch onto, because I was so fixated on how near the end this is, but alas, that’s syndication and you’re meant to just be able to watch them, I get it. Maybe on my second go-through it’ll be easier for me to focus on s10+11 without the countdown of episodes left in my head running (but also... maybe not... I always react strongly to endings -- I watch lotr every year and cry the same amount every time)

3. all of it

may end up just making a whole other post about all of it, and probably not until me head’s on a little straighter and I’m not still stuck in the middle of feelings, but what a strange experience to watch something that’s been around for quite awhile and isn’t exactly an under-appreciated show, but at the same time was never really on my radar until this year -- I feel like I’ve been let in on the world’s worst kept secret

I’m also currently rewatching it and am near the end of s4, so I need to get on with the single-season rundowns of s2+3, which I haven’t gotten around to yet. what can I say, my process is to write out how I feel, so many more words will happen

there’s also something interesting about watching this right now in the landscape of tv, in which the ability to make anything -- never mind something that’s 11 seasons -- is severely curtailed and monopolized. I’ve watched a fair few things pre-2000s (mainly star trek), but really getting to spend time with a theme, watching it get poked and prodded and dealt with in so many ways throughout the story (and thinking that there are things I wish I had seen more of, like more perspectives from Korean characters, more episodes about Margaret’s increasingly complex relationship to the army, any episode that gives us a new Charles detail, idk... couple more with Sid, RIP we’ll never get that deep-dive into wtf is wrong with BJ) is something you don’t really get the opportunity to do these days.

I have been somewhat exhausted by every time a new show is the Biggest Best Most Exhilarating Thing lately, so I think I’ll stick around the 60s-80s for a bit (I haven’t watched Columbo since I was a kid and I’ve never seen Magnum P.I.)

what an odd time this has been. think it was the exact right moment for me to watch this.

#im watching MASH #MASH season 11 #hawkeye pierce #max klinger #radar o'reilly #soon-lee #charles winchester #margaret houlihan #sherman potter #henry blake #bj hunnicutt #frank burns #(lol ok i was writing out *soon-lee* and it autosuggested soon-lee klinger --- I THINK im on the right track with my above guess)#(spoiled by the tag autosuggestion)#MASH

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