#mash trapper

[connorntofficial]

say i hypothetically was making M*A*S*H stickers, how many of yall would be interested in buying them?🤨🤨🤨

im gonna be posting the designs on here for a better interest check later on! i just wanna see how many M*A*S*H ppl would even be interested first!!!

these attached images definitely arent a little teaser of what the sticker designs would be🙂‍↔️/sar

[dapper-nahrwhale]

[ID: a digital drawing of head busts of the cast of mash, father mulcahy, Hawkeye, major houlihan, bj, Cornel Blake, radar, trapper, frank burns, Klinger, and Cornel Potter end ID]

Mash-ing time you know? You know

Been trying to figure out how to draw them, then how to do it without a pen and just a finger I think I managed

[wild-lavender-rose]

ur feeding the mash girlies fr 🙏🙏 can i pls get something whumpy hurt/comfort with trapper? i need him so bad

I noticed that my Mash fics have been getting a lot of attention lately, thank you so much! I put together something small for your request, I hope you enjoy <3

Take Care of Her

Warning: Canon-typical descriptions of bombing, war

"Trapper. Hey, Trapper!"

Trapper stopped and turned as you hurried to catch up with him, heaving a huge sigh of relief. "Thank God," he dropped his jacket and caught you in a hug that swept you off the ground. "I thought I'd lost you."

You gave a strangled sort of cry against the lump in your throat, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his scrub shirt. When the bombing had started, the two of you had been separated. Trapper to tend the incoming wounded, you to go with Radar to check on the orphanage a mile from the camp.

The bombing had been worse than usual. Many times you found yourself praying desperately that you'd get one last chance to see Trapper before you died. When you and Radar got to the orphanage, you were devastated to find that the building had been destroyed. You both looked frantically through the rubble, calling out to the children. There were no survivors.

Radar had made a beeline for his animal pen to seek comfort, while you looked for Trapper. You knew your relationship with Trapper was wrong. You knew that he had a family waiting for him back in the states. But right now you didn't care. It didn't matter, nothing mattered. You just needed to feel human, to feel safe.

"They're gone, they're gone," you said, gripping his shirt as he set you back on the ground. "We tried, tried to help. They were gone,"

"Why don't you take her to Swamp, Trap? Take care of her." Hawkeye, who had been standing silent beside Trapper, now looked at you with concern.

Trapper nodded. "Come on, sweetheart."

You felt his hand on your back, a gentle encouragement. With a shaky breath, you took a few steps.

"Here, I have a better idea." Leaning down, Trapper scooped you up into his arms. "I've got you now."

With tear-filled eyes, you laid your head on his shoulder and allowed you to carry him to the Swamp. Somehow, despite the worries and horrors swirling in your thoughts, you knew that everything was going to be all right.

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[stars-bean]

M*A*S*H | 3.07 - "Check-up"

[qyburn]

top 10 jokes in the entire show

[louisironson]

happy "is it tuesday or wednesday?" friday

[thebreakfastgenie]

[druid-for-hire]

hawkeye and trapper get fake septums

(id under the cut)

[image id: a three-page digital comic about characters from the TV show MASH, illustrated by "druid-for-hire." On page 1, frank burns squints at Hawkeye from a short distance, who is next to Trapper, who is reading a newspaper that obscures his face. "Pierce," Burns asks, "what's on your face?" Hawkeye turns to face him, revealing a septum piercing. "what's what, Frank?" he asks. Shocked and affronted by this breach in army regulations, he shouts, "I can't!! Believe you!! It's not enough for you to disagrace the army uniform by being out of it all the time? You have to go and--and do that! You look like a punk! Or a cow!"

On page 2, Hawkeye, unbothered, replies "Y'know, Frank, I'm finally living up to the Pierce name. I was thinking about going for some ear tag earrings. Maybe I can get a nurse to pull my udders." Frank howls, "That's disgusting!" Turning to Trapper he shouts, "Did you have anything to do with this, McIntyre?" Trapper pulls down the newspaper to reveal that he's wearing three septum rings and says, "I sure did! He stole my look!"

On page 3, Frank says "You're both terrible. Both of your butts are going on report!" while Hawkeye takes out his apparently fake septum ring behind his back. "Report for what, Frank?" he asks; Frank turns to see that the piercing is now missing. "Yeah, what's the matter, Frank?" Trapper says, whose piercing is suddenly missing as well. Frank storms off, yelling "Neither of you can pull the wool over my eyes!! Just wait until General Barker hears about this!" Some time later, Frank is standing next to General Barker, pointing at Hawk. "General, I'm telling you, the hole is THERE!" he shouts. "Go and take a look in those nostrils for yourself!" There is a long and awkward pause. The General did not like that. Hawkeye remarks, "Gee Frank, take a girl to dinner first." end id]

[frankburn]

M*A*S*H 3x16 - Bulletin Board

[hearteyespierce]

why was this sitting in my drafts for 4 months oops

[c8h14o]

idk. this formatting feels wrong but back to back was crazy

thank you for coming to my ted talk

[trapperjohn]

[whoops-im-obsessed]

'radar was like hawkeye's kid' 'radar was like hawkeye's little brother' WRONG radar was the younger cousin who followed hawkeye and trapper around at the family gathering and they made him do loads of weird shit bc he just fully trusted whatever they said and it was funny as fuck

[wild-lavender-rose]

From the prompt list 7), 3) with Trapper please? (and optional 4) because I feel that is very Trapper coded actually)

Thank you!

Hey! I'm pretty sure I've only written for Trapper a couple times so this was really fun to write! It turned out a teensy bit sensual, but considering Trapper I think that's understandable ;) Enjoy!

Just A Doctor

Warning: Cannon-typical sexual suggestion (nothing explicit)

You bit back a whimper as you lowered yourself into the tin tub, the hot water causing the oversized shirt you were wearing to balloon and swirl around you. You knew Trapper had seen plenty of female bodies, and you knew how desperately he had wanted to see what was under the baggy uniform you always wore, but now was not the time.

After your truck was attacked on the way back from leave, you had walked almost ten miles in the freezing cold on New Year’s Eve. You had all but collapsed the second you stepped in to the bustling officer’s club, and had woken to Trapper tending you in your private tent. You had only been dating a couple months and weren’t ready to strip naked with him, but now, as your body was overcome with violent shivering, there was no other choice. 

     Once you lowered your body into the water you wrapped your arms around your front, watching as Trapper knelt beside you. “This isn’t how I p-planned this.” You apologized, words stuttered between shivers. “Did-didn’t want you to see me th-this way.” 

     “Don’t worry, sweetheart. This time doesn’t count.” Trapper kept his eyes on yours as he rolled up his sleeves. “I’m a doctor tonight, okay? Next time we do this, I’ll just be your boyfriend.” 

     You nodded, your heart swelling up with love at his words and the way his eyes didn’t linger on your exposed body. Trapper washed you, his strong hands massaging life back into your numb, aching body. It would have felt erotic if you weren’t racked with cold and pain. When Trapper helped you to lean forward so he could wash your back, your body shook with the effort it took to stay upright. You whimpered. 

     “Shh, I’ve got you. You’re okay.” Trapper’s touch was soothing on your shoulder, keeping you upright as he washed you. 

     Once he had settled you into the tub, he shifted to kneel behind your head. “Might as well wash your hair while I’m at it.” 

     “You just want a reason to touch my hair.” You said softly, offering him a weak smile as he looked down at you. 

     “Just a doctor, remember?” He gave a smile in return, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “And I’m probably going to mess it up anyway.” 

     “Don’t worry. If today didn’t break me, I doubt some ill-applied shampoo will.”

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[stars-bean]

M*A*S*H | 2.17 - "For Want of A Boot"

[beejstache]

hello. is this thing on.