#H&S ginger

[sdvsalad]

The Island’s Visitor

I'll keep this introduction short and sweet. This story was made by Author C, have fun!

It was a beautiful day in the city. The sky was a light shade of gray, you could almost make out the subtle blue tones of it, almost. As the smog rolled across the endless plains of concrete a limousine followed suit. It smoothly rode towards the docks, there the smog turned to a finer mist that left small specks of water behind. This was the closest thing you’d have to rain in the city, always overcast, never raining. 

“Ahoy there lassie! Tis’ good to see you again!” An old marinor waved pleasantly at the slender looking woman emerging from the mist. 

“Heyyy, want to give me a ride to the island?” She made a somewhat pleading face as she pursued her lips together thoughtfully. 

Getting a better look at the woman it was clear she came from wealth, and was quite young too. She had tan skin (a clear sign of privilege with the lack of the sun), paired with strawberry blonde hair that shifted into a subtle orange hue. Her eyes were a brilliant emerald green that contrasted her warm tones. She wore a pale floral sundress that was clearly well made, possibly even designer. Her heeled sandals clicked as she leaned forward. 

“Please~” 

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“Thank you~ Keep this between us two~ Alright?” She winked at the old man as she strided onto the sand. Of course, being sure to leave him a generous tip of a few cents. 

The old mariner nodded and drove his boat off into the distance, he would probably fish for a few hours. 

“Finally!” The woman said, glancing around quickly to ensure no one was looking. Giggling a bit to herself she removed her heels and walked towards the sandy beach part of the island. Watching the waves had always been a guilty pleasure of hers. It was beautiful, so full of life. The sea was a crisp blue contrasted by the warm yellow of the sand beneath her. The tropical fish in the distance were all brilliant vibrant colors as they swam in their own schools. 

Looking around the island she saw the stunning flora, from palm trees to the smallest of flower patches, it was all breathtaking. Even though she’d been here a few times it always seemed to surprise her just how lively it was. The animals even seemed more colorful, the parrots were dazzling colors and chirped with glee all around the island. 

After exploring for a bit she returned to the beach. She strolled around it as she collected seashells and gently placed them in her tote bag. They were all different shapes, sizes, and colors- each unique in their own way but still cohesive with each other. Eventually she settled atop the dock and began to string various shells together with a simple needle and twine. She made necklaces, bracelets, and even small strung together shell dream catchers. It was her way of taking her dreams back, her dreams, no one else's. This island was where she could be herself. It was her island. Ginger’s Island. 

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the every-season squad!!

[remyfire]

Today's morning bubbling emotions are about Margaret who is the only one wearing a piece of protective equipment here, but Trapper who still keeps a hand on her back the whole time they're running, then not only tries to keep her a little covered when they have to hit the deck, but also dips his head to say something in her ear once he sees they're safe for the moment. Extreme husband behavior.

[coffee-rack-art]

In my ideal world there is a secret season 1.5 of mash where Oliver and Margie and Ginger get 300x more plots and lines and screen time

[dyingroses]

M*A*S*H + text posts and stuff

[gingermintpepper]

❄️

For you!!

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing. 

Oough, thank you very much for participating!! I thought a lot about what I should offer and eventually settled on this snippet from my very self indulgent Apollo/Evadne work teehee: 

“So you returned.” 

The stranger laughs, “As have you.”

Lo, he sits on the edge of the riverbank, his smooth, even-coloured ankles submerged in the cool water, the fabric of his skirt folded up above his knees. Somehow, the stranger’s gotten even more beautiful since she last saw him; gone are his loose, lovely curls which lay amaranth kisses onto his shoulders and neck, now they are bound atop his head and adorned with many petalled flowers. Likewise, his already flawless face now shines with the faint gloss of cosmetics. A deep blue colour stains his lips and the corners of his eyes. It matches the splendour of his blue skirt, makes her triply assured that this stranger is no mere man, but some visiting prince or king passing through. It is the only reason one such as him would ever willingly spend time with a creature like her. 

Evadne clutches her veil tight as she stands beside him, makes certain that there is no way for a sudden wind to worry her cloth and reveal her shame. The stranger’s skin is so gorgeous, rich like a polished gem and just as smooth as its surface. Evadne’s never known a man so hairless! But then, the stranger has surely never known a woman like her either. 

“Are you just going to laze about the edge today?” she says. They’re idle words, spoken just so she stops moping about when she’s got perfectly good company at hand. Gods alone know when she’ll ever have such a thing again. “It’s sweltering today, you’ll feel greater relief if you stick more than your toes into the water, sir.” 

He laughs again, soft and calm. A quiet wind bustles over the water’s surface, he raises a fine-fingered hand to brace against the breeze. The silver bangles looped about his wrist make a melodious clatter as they settle one atop the other around the broad flesh of his arm. “I’ve no intention of disturbing you again. Just as I promised, your river is yours once more.” 

His voice is just so… magical. Like music, or birdsong. Like some pleasant thing Evadne wishes she could hear forever. “I already told you, I am no nymph, good sir.” The very idea is just as ridiculous as the first time he said such a thing. As if a nymph’s spring would ever be so pitiful. As if Evadne would ever be allowed in the same waters as a lovely nymph! “I’m merely a maiden who wishes to bathe in peace. That is all I ever was.” 

“Is that so?” Those calm eyes appraise her then, dark gaze roaming over each part of her fabric covered body ‘til Evadne is warm in the cheeks and hot all over. “When we were together last, you surely were— “

“W-What about you?” Evadne can hardly think past the heat in her face, the pounding of her stupid heart in her chest. 

Miraculously, the stranger stops. “What about me?” 

She squeezes her eyes shut, too shamed to even look at him when she speaks, “You praise my beauty when you have never even seen my face, but certainly with a face like yours, you must be a son of Desire or Beauty?”

The sweet wind blows. The river softly babbles on. Evadne slowly pries her eyes open and meets the grinning face of the stranger, beryl-bright eyes positively aglow with humour.

“You find me that good-looking, hm?” 

She takes a step back, hands covering her eyes over her veil so she doesn’t have to look at the mess she created, “Maybe not quite that handsome— “

“‘A son of the Beauty’, was it? Such high praise. I’ll treasure it always.” 

“Please forget such foolish words at once, sir!"

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happy friday :)

[dinkbinkdink]

 『 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 . . . . 』

╰┈➤ ☕︎ 𝒪𝒽! 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓁 - 𝒩𝑒𝒾𝓁 𝒮𝑒𝒹𝒶𝓀𝒶 ☕︎ 

[mainenorth]

something that will never fail to annoy me is s1 Margaret (that ep with Frank and the gold. You know the one) where Frank is screaming at Ginger and calling her useless And Margaret just agrees. what the fuck?? Ik she gets a LOT of character growth but if she couldn’t stand up for the people that she is supposed to LOOK AFTER then she should have never been put in a position of power. If she is favouring her bf over her own nurses then she shouldn’t have command.

[hawkeyeslaughter]

no i’m not paying attention to the dialogue actually i’m watching trapper and ginger dance in the background

[music-as-a-haunting]

knuckle tats that say ODESSA CLEVELAND

[t00thpasteface]

(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

[remyfire]

Really I just took these to look at Ginger, if we're being honest.

[jonberry555]

MAS*H Retro Review: Dear Dad Three - Season 2 Episode 9

I love the television show MAS*H, so I thought it would be fun if I rewatched every single episode and recorded a review of said episode. Join me today along this five year long mission as I review the Season 2 Episode 9: Dear Dad Three.

[philgbtqochs]

Ginger :))

[thatoneluckybee]

do you ever read something so out of context