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I’m just going to leave this here

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Wow, some of these 8 x 06 deleted scenes are wild.

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Edging him until he’s completely delirious and when you tell him to “say the magic words” he accidentally says “I love you”

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Actor Tommy and magazine creative director Buck 👀 Buck’s overseeing the shoot for Tommy and they’re instantly smitten with each other. Tommy feeling comfortable and vulnerable in a way he hasn’t felt with other shoots and Buck getting to shine while peeling back Tommy’s layers.

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ashes to ashes, dust to dust, reeses to pieces

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Hunnihawk + "Did you just call me honey? Because, honey, I have a name, it’s a really good name, I found hard for it, and you will use it when addressing me, or speaking about me at all. " <3

[also on ao3]

He was too tired for the truly asinine dribble he was being subjected to; he really was. He’d been running on motor oil coffee and spite for thirty-six hours, and he wasn’t going to last much longer. He was going to break down and he was going to be unable to keep his mouth shut the next time Frank spoke to him. He usually considered himself a level-headed guy, not one likely to fly off the handle, not the way Hawkeye was, but there was just something about Frank. His voice hit at a pitch that crawled underneath BJ’s skin and made him want to tear into him. His body hurt; he had barely been back on his feet after taking a sniper’s bullet through his abdomen when a fresh rolling wave of casualties from a push by whatever General had gotten in their head that they needed new property. He ached, and he wanted to lay down, but instead he was working while every part of his body screamed at him to take it easy.

“C’mon, honey, move it, you’re in my way,” Frank’s voice cut through BJ’s thoughts and he whipped around to look at the other surgeon. They were in the OR, a patient beside BJ as Frank tried to nudge him out of the way to take over. He’d been afraid of this, of someone – particularly Frank Burns – finding out about him and treating him differently, treating him worse. Frank had taken it to a level beyond anyone else entirely, though, calling BJ pet names like he would the nurses and comparing him to Klinger, saying he might want to start dressing from Klinger’s closet. He was just too tired for this and something in his chest cracked wide.

“Did you just call me honey? Because, honey, I have a name, it’s a really good name, I fought hard for it, and you will use it when addressing me, or speaking about me at all,” BJ spit at him.

“It seems appropriate, Hunnicutt,” Frank snapped back and if BJ hadn’t spent ten minutes scrubbing and sterilizing already, he might have popped him hard in the mouth. “You really should be a nurse on that side of the table, taking orders, handing the real men instruments as they do their jobs, saying yes, sir and yes, doctor when I address you.”

BJ couldn’t move, the disbelief like static in his muscles, but Hawkeye had no issue stripping his gloves off and lunging at Frank over the operating table behind them, grabbing him by the front of his gown and yanking him in close.

“Listen to me, you small-minded, webbed-toed, mouth-breathing cure for a boner, BJ Hunnicutt is not only twice the surgeon you are with his eyes shut and his feet bound, but he also happens to be twice the man you are as well. He had more compassion and kindness in his pinky nail than you have in your whole body, and in every way except military rank, he outclasses you. So, I’d really consider your words carefully, Frank, before I find a firing squad for you to be a target dummy for.”

BJ didn’t want to admit how attractive Hawkeye was in the moment, especially in front of Frank and the rest of the OR theater that was assembled. Ever since Hawkeye had had to dig bullets out of BJ’s guts, and everyone learned that BJ had been born with a uterus as well as a functioning penis, BJ had become some kind of freak. He couldn’t imagine how they’d react if they knew he was into men as well, and sometimes when they were alone, he and Hawkeye would curl together in dark corners and forget the war entirely.

With Peg’s blessing, of course.

Hawkeye hadn’t touched him until BJ laid a letter on his lap from his wife where she explained how happy she was for BJ to find someone like Hawk, a companion through the horrors of war, and she couldn’t wait to meet him when the war was over and they all made it home safely to her, that he’d be welcome in the spare room if he wanted it.

“That doesn’t sound like an invitation to sleep with her husband, it sounds like she’s being a polite host,” Hawkeye had argued.

“We don’t have a spare room,” BJ had explained patiently, looking at his best friend on the cot in front of him. “It’s, it’s the euphemism we use for talking about potentially having a third in our relationship when we don’t want anyone to catch on to what we’re talking about. Spare room means the room we have between us, in our marriage bed, in our home, in our hearts.”

“And you’re sure that that is what she means?”

“As sure as I’ve been about anything, Hawkeye. This isn’t the first letter we’ve talked about this, because I’ve been thinking about kissing you since the day we met.”

Hawk had climbed into his lap and pressed kiss after desperate kiss into his mouth and face, obsessed with his neck and ears, and they’d clung to each other, a promise that they were there together, until helicopters could be heard and Radar called over the PA for all medical shifts to join them for a party in the OR to welcome the incoming wounded.

Now, BJ stood back as Hawkeye put himself in between him and Frank, snarling in his face, and he shouldn’t find it as attractive as he did, but he did.

“Alright,” Potter soothed. “To your corners, doctors. Burns, knock off your snide comments. Hunnicutt is still a doctor and whatever extra organs he had doesn’t change that. Pierce, let him go.”

His uterus had been so badly damaged by the bullet tearing through him that Hawkeye had had to remove it, not that BJ was using it, but his stomach was flatter now without it and he felt weird, off-kilter, as if something important was gone. He curled into Hawkeye the first night he was allowed back in the Swamp instead of Post Op and said, “I know I could never bear children, but I liked the idea of it being there, just in case. Like, if I tried hard enough, it would work, and I wasn’t born a freak for no reason.”

Hawkeye had set his hand on BJ’s stomach, just below his belly button, and he had murmured, “we can still give it a shot.”

It had been enough to settle BJ’s nerves about the situation, though, that they were in this truly together and it didn’t bother Hawkeye at all what BJ’s body included just so long as BJ remained the same person he had been before, and to Hawkeye, nothing had changed. The rest of camp hadn’t quite agreed, whispering about him, and wondering what else he was hiding, if he was a woman in other ways that he wasn’t telling them. They talked about how he never hit on any of the nurses the way Hawkeye did, and they’d thought it was about his fidelity to his wife, but now their whispers wondered if he was afraid of being found out that he had more going on than just a uterus – never mind that they’d seen him naked more than once already thanks to some pranks that had gotten out of hand – and couldn’t satisfy his partners. The worst of the rumors wondered if he could even get someone pregnant, and if Peggy had found someone to father Erin when BJ couldn’t get the job done. He burned every time he heard those insidious little phrases, knowing that he held the truth and what everyone in this cesspit of a hell hole didn’t actually matter.

He knew, and Peg knew, and when you looked at Erin, you could see BJ in her features. That’s what truly mattered.

But still, he’d been raised BJ because his parents had been told he wasn’t a boy, and he wasn’t a girl, instead he was something in between, and they hadn’t wanted to give a real name to a child like that. They’d decided to name him BJ, and raise him as a boy as most of his external features were male, and they’d wanted a son anyway. It had taken a long time, and Peg’s unerring support as she loved every inch of his body to convince him that his name – slapped on him at the last minute – was just as worthy as the rest of him. Somehow, it had only truly solidified when he’d heard Hawkeye call him Beej for the first time, a nickname out of his two letters that felt like love and like home.

“You okay?” Hawk asked as Frank slunk away from them in the OR, his voice low but gentle, the understanding and care in his tone so characteristic of Hawkeye Pierce that BJ would kiss him right there if it wouldn’t get them both thrown out without benefits and ruin their reputations.

“I’m alright,” he assured Hawk. “My honor has sufficiently been defended from anyone looking to degrade it.”

“I didn’t mean to -”

“You don’t have to apologize, Hawk. I’m good. I’ll be better later when I’m off my feet with a drink in my hand, but as long as Frank stays on the opposite side of the OR from me, for now, I’m good to go. Put me in, Coach.”

"As long as you’re sure.”

“Yeah, as sure as spare rooms,” he replied, and Hawk’s eyes sparkled as he nodded. He turned and let BJ get back to work, and for the first time, it didn’t feel terrible that the camp knew that he wasn’t quite the man they thought they knew. He was different, but that didn’t mean he was less than them. He was still BJ Hunnicutt, and he’d worked so hard to make it to where he was now, and he wasn’t going to let anyone, least of all Frank and the camp’s chorus of gossips, take that away from him when he’d already worked so hard to be here as he was. He was Doctor BJ Hunnicutt, and no one could change that.

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Lou Ferrigno Jr. for Felix Magazine (please do not repost my edits thanks)

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Lou Ferrigno Jr. for Felix Magazine Health & Wellness Issue Autumn/Winter 2024 [x]

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AU Where actor Evan Buckley has finally broken out of his typecast of being the boy-next-door Love Interest in low budget romcoms and gotten a role as a firefighter in a movie/show (could even be Hotshots lol) and is sent to shadow some real firefighters as research for his role

He’s fascinated by it and loving every minute - if only he could understand why Firefighter Kinard seems to dislike him so much 😔 Especially since he seems really ✨cool✨ (and his hands are so big…)

Meanwhile still a little closeted and repressed Tommy is desperately trying to keep a lid on it but Blorbo from his romantic comedies is RIGHT THERE and looking at him with those big sad puppy dog eyes

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Ruth Codd as Juno "A Whole Mood" Usher

The Fall Of The House Of Usher

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IT'S THEM HOURS 24/7

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stopppppp im going to pass away just thinking abt this

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but your honor it was a triple dog dare

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post-makeup bottom tommy is very special to me

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my 7 year old is currently singing "H-O-T-C-O-C-O, you should make me Hot Cocoa" and I am legitimate impressed