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[serpercival]

Starting my year off with another massive project: a fic I've been wanting to write for a really long time, but got horribly distracted from.

Once more unto the breach.

(It refuses to embed, so..)

Return to Sender

Hawkeye Pierce died in the line of duty October 20th, 1951. At least, that’s what they told Trapper when he tried to send him a care package. Two years later, there’s a ghost on the schedule at Boston General. Trapper goes hunting for the very much still alive Hawkeye Pierce. How’s a guy supposed to let the love of his life slip away without so much as a note?

Rating: NR Word Count: 8.6k (Chapter 1/39) Fandom: MASH (TV) Relationship(s): "Trapper" John McIntyre/Hawkeye Pierce Characters: "Trapper" John McIntyre, Hawkeye Pierce, Louise McIntyre Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Episode: s04e04 The Late Captain Pierce, Canon-Typical Alcoholism, Canon-Typical Adultery

[serpercival]

hiiiiiiiii self-promoing. Saw one of my fics already got recced to you but I have a couple others that are heavy on the angst -

Return to Sender, currently in progress, which is a traphawk post-canon get-back-together and opens with like. 50k of Trapper being a miserable bastard

Lavender, Pansy, Fruitcake, which is also traphawk because that's most of what I write and is hanahaki disease

aaaaaaaaaand Babydoll which is a little over 9k of Trapper in lingerie that got heavy on the gender feels

I'd also really thoroughly recommend a couple of @remyfire's fics - All I Know Is I Wanna Be Here With You From Now On is a really really good BJ/Peg/Hawkeye piece with a lot of feels and Ease of Use is a still-in-progress traphawk piece that has made me cry several times

need mash fic recs guys. something that'll put my heart through a cheese grater

[seepweed]

wip-poll game, bc this seems fun :D

RULES!!! make a poll, list some works in progress that you'd like to work on and that maybe don't receive lots of love otherwise. let the democracy take its course and whichever wip gets the most votes, write one sentence for every vote received. then, tag your friends!

"memoirs" is ages old at this point. it's 80% done and about urban fantasy/magical realism and losing your sister to not exactly great choices. and finding lesbianism within death.

"37°" s'agit d'une jeune médecin qui travaille dans les hâutes-alpes et sa meilleure amie - qui vole des hélicos pour sauvetage.

"it's vincent and his baseball bat against this transitory period" (changed in the poll bc of character limit!) is honestly about how crappy vincent must be doing after the whole conclave dies down and how much he misses his family... and how he can find new friends and how life can get a little better.

"Tarek Dingerle" lebt auch seit geraumer Zeit in meinen Ordnern... er besitzt ein kleines Büro mit zwei Freunden, die Ratschläge gegen Spenden verteilen und dessen Pfiffigkeit manchmal tatsächlich ganz hilfreich ist.

and the mash flash-fanfiction bundle is just what it says on the tin. lots of cute stories, lots of sad stories. but i should finish some of these ideas, haha! some erin stuff, some bj/hawkeye/charles stuff, some stuff with sidney, some elaboratory angst...

tagging: @serpercival @cuddleswinchester @p0stscripter @cozybearz @platonickit

if you do not have any creative wips atm, i'm sorry oops! and if i didn't tag you, i'm sorry of course you can steal this just like i stole this from my dash :>

[erikraven]

Get to know your mutuals!

Tagged by @serpercival!

what’s the origin of your blog title? I am, in fact, the bird. Caw.

otp(s) + shipname(s): Within MASH, Hawkahy. I absolutely adore the dynamic I’ve found for them, which I like to call heaven and earth: Francis, taught to stay separate from the world and work within it while staying pure, and Hawkeye, who is incredibly bound to the earth, humanity, life and death. A large-scale example is in The Haunted 4077th, but I’m working on a shorter, more concise poetic piece called “of the flesh”, focused on all the meanings of the word carnal.

Favorite color: blue!

Song stuck in your head: I’ve listened to the entire Interdimensional Act III album by Seven about five times and it’s only been out for three days. My favorite from it is probably “Last Signal From The Collider”. Seven and Crywolf are good writing music for the kind of introspective, metaphysical writing I’ve been doing lately.

Weirdest habit/trait: I trill, hum, purr, and chirp as a substantial part of my verbal language when I’m around people that understand what the sounds mean.

Hobbies: writing, Minecraft, video editing, photobashing. Creative work, mostly.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Data entry/records management. My brain puts everything into little boxes. My fanfic collection on Calibre has twelve custom columns.

Something you’re good at: Writing very visceral, sensory-heavy scenes. One of my wips has a scene of a spinal tap and my partner couldn’t finish reading in one shot.

Something you hate: Noise, eye contact, finger paints.

Something you collect: Fanfic, music. I used to collect web series, but then my laptop got stolen with five terabytes of data on external drives, and that kind of killed my interest in doing it. Still get twitchy whenever I see those “this video will be deleted in 24 hours” gimmicks.

Something you forget: I have no sense of time whatsoever. If I do not have a clock in front of me, time does not exist. (Except on very small scales, in which case I can tell if audio is one frame out of sync with video.)

What’s your love language? I genuinely don’t know, I don’t do ‘love’ stuff all that often. Spending time together?

Favorite movie/show: John Wick (any of em) and either MASH or Battlestar Galactica

Favorite food: salmon! Fry it til the skin crackles, singe the meat side, spritz with a little lemon juice, and eat.

Favorite animal: Birds! Birds, birds, birds. Special interest, hyperfixation, past life, whatever you wanna call it. My original species is part bird, and the avian side carries substantial traits into the human side. Learning about new species of birds fuels the OC factory.

What were you like as a child: Did not have a childhood. Have no awareness of myself ever being under the age of 14.

Favorite subject at school: Math! Especially geometry. Let me rotate the shapes in my head.

Least favorite subject: History.

What’s your best character trait? Creativity

What’s your worst character trait? Lack of strong sense of self. I have never formed an independent opinion in my life.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? I would like to stop living in a car.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? If I can talk to them and try to change how things went, my uncle (check out Napalm Sticks To Kids if you’re wondering why). If it’s just an interaction in a vacuum… hmm, I dunno. I’d like to talk to CS Lewis about his whole “the male sex is something given masculine gender, gender is more real than sex” thing.

Tagging @tuttle-did-it @quordleona03 @awholehoststan @nootnzoot cause apparently I only have four mutuals lol

[serpercival]

Unsurprisingly, I definitely had one for this one (due to my Problems these are both foxtrap pieces)—from the whumptober piece,

“A linguist would have a field day with you,” Hawkeye said as they moved onto the superficial wounds on their second patient. “Yeah, well,” Trapper rasped, “they’d better have some’a Radar’s attunement, ‘cause an awful lotta words are the same noise with different magical field pressure.”

And one from well in the future for Mating Habits that is definitely going to need major reworks,

He took a single step forward, and something unfolded itself from the tree directly across the clearing from him. It peeled its way out of the bark, spindly fingers hooking into the soil like roots as it emerged, a cascade of ivy and moss clawing its way out of the grain of the wood. It towered over him when it straightened, twin pinpricks of fairy lights shining a dozen feet above his head. The something twisted, shifting into the moonlight. The bright, tempting scent of magic filled his nose, pressing out every thought of home as he stepped forward.

This week’s word is…

✨ MAGIC ✨

Find the word in any WIP and share the sentence containing it. Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome.

[serpercival]

TRAPPER LINGERIE KINK INDULGENCE BE UPON YE

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 9.2k Fandom: MASH (TV) Relationship(s): "Trapper" John McIntyre/Hawkeye Pierce, Maxwell Klinger & "Trapper" John McIntyre Characters: "Trapper" John McIntyre, Hawkeye Pierce, Maxwell Klinger Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Lingerie, Crossdressing, Frottage, Subdrop

[marley-manson]

tagged by @gayvecchio, thank you 💖

Rules: List five things you never get tired of writing. it can be tropes, themes, characters, phrases, whatever brings you joy. then tag five people!

1. My faves having a bad time

2. Close third person with a distinctive character voice

3. Sex without preamble or handwringing - sex first, talking about it after if at all

4. Fun metaphors

5. Friends/partners/etc NOT giving the kind of emotional support/good advice/comfort/understanding/etc that someone needs or feels they need

tagging: @majorbaby @beansterpie @undecimber-of-joy @rescue-ram @bornforastorm

@hetakiba @hesgomorrah @pomegranate @hawkfawun @ofdemonsandangels

@acanofpeaches @actingcamplibrarian @serpercival

[hballegro]

Get to Know Your Mutuals

ive been tagged by serpercival >:]

what's the origin of your blog title?

if im not mistaken it's a snip from a version of QL's pilot script where Al [labelled 'THE OBSERVER'] said something along the lines of 'baby. booby. sweetheart. we're all doing this on the fly anyway' to sam. and come on. baby, booby, sweetheart has now entered my brain and will never leave

otp(s) + shipname(s):

Sam and Al. i cannot get over the tragic aspect and also the idea of two people so close that cannot touch. literally they have made me write a 120 line poem that i am turning in for an actual grade. the martyr and his dog.

favourite colour:

blue but green is attempting to take over

song stuck in your head:

I Wanna Be Your Lover by the Cascades. at any given time, the answer to this question is some random love song from the 50s/60s.

weirdest habit/trait:

i dunno uhhh i eat the same thing every day for lunch and have been teased for this. and also i keep a tally mark of how the people at the lunch place spell my name.

hobbies:

writing, drawing! mostly that. i do some crochet sometimes.

if you work, what's your profession?

im in school and ive got 1 major and 3 minors in the works so im Already Busy

if you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

havent the foggiest. in school to be a therapist but i also wouldnt be upset with something in archaeology

something you're good at:

writing and drawing! if you asked me a year ago i would not say either of those things. im proud of how far ive come

something you hate:

people that walk slow, but specifically all on one line so they take up the whole sidewalk so you cant pass them

something you collect:

skeletons. fake ones i mean. i have a finger puppet skeleton, a 7 inch skeleton [itward], a 15 inch skeleton [doug upp], a 3 foot skeleton [Ashley W], and a ceramic skeleton dressed for halloween. + skeleton earrings.

also hawaiian shirts and other weird earrings. weird shit. i have so many obnoxious earrings >:]

something you forget:

forgor :[ i forgor what i forget.

what's your love language:

acknowledging that someone Exists [as in randomly sharing something with that person whenever i think of them, pretty much no matter what]

favourite movie/show:

Shawshank Redemption and Quantum Leap

favourite food:

spaghetti with meat sauce. spooned ontop of a piece of garlic bread. i am a messy eater and it always looks like i killed a family of tomatoes but its heaven

favourite animal:

i cant think of one right now so im gonna narrow the subject and say what my favourite BIRD is: hyacinth macaw :]

what were you like as a child:

cried a lot as a 6 year old [no longer true]. very very shy [no longer true]. shockingly generous despite being a youngest sibling [still true]

favourite subject at school:

depends on the teacher but ive really enjoyed my archaeology classes and my AMS/myth stuff

least favourite subject:

Math at all. algebra my beloathed. physics i pray on your downfall

what's your best character trait?

my Noggin [i think im decently smart, and pretty competent at the stuff i do academically and creatively]

what's your worst character trait?

inattention and lack of focus

if you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

many things. give me 10 thousand dollars.

if you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

well see i was asked this question in 2 ways the other night during Family Trivia Game so ill give it in 2 answers:

if i could meet anyone IN HISTORY, as in during a time i was not alive/someone that is currently dead; MLK. i dont think i need to elaborate much on that

if i could meet anyone ALIVE right now; scott bakula. he grew up less than 20 minutes from where my house is and im a big fan of his work. + he seems like a fantastic guy. shrug. we could go to a blues game. make a day of it.

im tagging @perrysglasses and @pinnballss🫵

[serpercival]

Okay so there is traphawk in here because I literally cannot help it but I hope you approve <3

~

The day Frank set up the suggestion box was one of the best days of Hawkeye’s life. At least, since he came to Korea. He filled half a dozen pages with suggestions of things he’d like to do to a select few people in camp, then another dozen of decidedly less select people. He even managed to come up with some material on Frank himself, difficult as that may have been.

Of course, it would be too obvious if he dumped a ream of paper into the suggestion box and nobody else participated. It didn’t take a lick of effort to loop Trapper and Henry in, and from there the idea spread from Ginger and Scorch to the rest of the nurses in a matter of days, then to Igor, then Klinger and Radar. Hawkeye barely held in the laugh that threatened to work its way out of him every time Frank came back to the Swamp with his head held high about the number of suggestions for improvements in the box from the weight of it.

He couldn’t wait for Frank to open it at the end of the two weeks he’d decided to wait.

The night before the grand reveal, during a gentle makeout session with Trapper that he desperately hoped was going to turn into something more, Trapper pulled back and smirked at him. “You think anybody wrote anything good about us?”

“C’mon, Trap,” Hawkeye said, trying to pull him back for another kiss. “Is the sky blue? Is Douglas MacArthur an authoritarian psychopath? Is the Easter bunny taxonomically confusing? Who wouldn’t have something good to write about us? We can only hope some of them signed it.”

Trapper kissed him again, chucking against his mouth, then shoved him down to the supply tent mattress by his shoulders. “You write anything good?”

“About every single person in this camp. Even Radar. A bit pedestrian, but you have to wax poetic about a guy’s charming personality when he’s practically a virgin.”

Trapper leaned in, nipped his earlobe, and ground against him exactly once. “Even Father Mulcahy?” he breathed.

“A goddamn novella. Now give me my reward for that, huh?”

Frank opened the box to a gathered crowd of everyone who didn’t need to be on shift somewhere, as well as a few who did. Hawkeye, Trapper, and Henry had found a spot near the front next to a gaggle of nurses who couldn’t stop giggling. Father Mulcahy stood on the other side of the nurses. Hawkeye purposefully avoided looking at him just so he didn’t look suspicious.

The box was so stuffed with paper that a few pieces fell out the moment Frank opened it. He pulled one from the top with great ceremony, uncrinkled it, and read aloud in what he seemed to think was his most impressive voice. “‘Just once, I’d like it if Lieutenant Scorch gave someone else a turn.’” He paused for a moment, squinting at the paper. Trapper clapped Henry on the back when he tried to disappear into his fishing hat. Frank looked out over the assembled crowd, frowning. “Well, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means a big hand for Henry Blake, ladies and gentlemen!” Hawkeye announced, holding his hands as high as he could to clap. Trapper wolf whistled and punched Henry in the shoulder again, hard enough that he jerked forward. “C’mon, Frank, let’s give it to the Colonel so he can do something about it!”

Frank squinted at him and tossed over the paper, letting it flutter to the ground where Henry blushed bright red and rushed over to grab it. “Well, if he understands what the he and/or she who wrote it wants. Now, let’s see here… ‘I’d like it to be known that anybody who hasn’t yet gotten a taste of McIntyre’s c–’”

Frank froze, eyes wide, as he read through the rest of the paper. Hawkeye pulled Trapper closer, pressed his mouth against his ear, and whispered, “That one was mine. I’ll tell you what it said later.”

Trapper swatted him. “Better be some from the nurses.”

Frank crumpled up the sheet and stuck it in his pocket. “Let me be very clear. This suggestion box was meant for things that would make this camp better, do you understand me? Not for– for indecent, unrepentant, smut!”

Of all people, Hawkeye didn’t expect Klinger to be the one to shout “Read the smut, Frank!”

“No! Let’s move on, shall we? ‘Sleepover in the nurses’ tent, girls only, at 2100 tonight.’ Well, that’s a nice idea, isn’t it?”

Trapper and Hawkeye exchanged a glance. “You write that one?” Hawkeye asked.

“I figured it was you.”

Hawkeye shrugged. “Good for the nurses. Maybe Margaret’ll go.”

Frank carefully smoothed out that sheet, folded it, and tucked it into a different pocket. He tugged at the corner of another piece of paper and pulled out a sheets-long packet, dumping half of the suggestions onto the ground with it.

Well, here was his novella.

“‘Sunday services would be better if…’” Frank trailed off. He turned the page. He turned another page.

Father Mulcahy stepped forward. “Better if what, Major Burns?”

Frank stuffed the packet behind his back. “Oh, nothing to concern yourself about.”

Another step forward. “Given it’s about me, I’d say–”

“Oh, well, about you–”

“I’m always interested in more attendance, so if someone is having an issue–”

“Issue!? I’d say they have issues, alright!”

Mulcahy reached Frank, grabbed him by the shoulders, turned him around, and snatched the packet out of his hands. “Thank you, Major Burns.” He cleared his throat and flicked the creases out of the packet, clearly skimming the first few lines already by the way his expression shifted. “Oh. Oh my. I should– I should, well– take this to my tent. For safekeeping. In case the person who wrote this would like to… repent.”

Mulcahy stalked away, ears burning, and Trapper elbowed Hawkeye in the ribs. “I think someone’s got an invitation.”

when i get horny comments in my tags about mash characters, i'm imagining some sort of actual anonymous suggestion box somewhere in camp. i would say it's a confessional but half of the comments are about mulcahy (because half of my posts are about him) and i think it would be funnier if he just accidentally stumbled upon a little tin ballot box in which there is a STACK of notecards where people are describing the most heinous fantasies about him. it's imperative we also keep the suggestion box as far away from hawkeye as possible because he would get the biggest ego from the things people are telling me about him

[alohawhore]

getting to know mutuals!

Thanks @emthought for the tag! Sorry it took me a hot sec to get around to, but hope ya learn something!

what's the origin of your blog title?

I just thought I'd let folks know that my profile picture is, indeed, a picture of my cat <3

otp(s) + shipname(s):

I'll ship Trapper and Hawkeye with anyone and everything, but Piercintyre will always be my favorite ship for the MASH fandom. Throw in Margaret? *chef's kiss*

I also will always circle back to my original OTP, Destiel. It'll always have a special place in my heart. As will Josh/Donna from The West Wing (do they have a ship name???)

favourite colour:

Any cool tones, but usually cycling between blues and greens

song stuck in your head:

Now That We Don't Talk by Taylor Swift (bc I'm stealing its themes/title for a fic idea shhhh)

weirdest habit/trait:

I'm a terrible picker and never grew out of it. If I don't have something to do with my hands and am bored I will, unfortunately, pick.

hobbies:

Writing, reading, cooking/baking, painting. Pretty much any creative hobby.

if you work, what's your profession?

Government communications! I started as a journalist too, @emthought, and I also feel weird being on the other side of the coin some days, but its close enough to keep me satisfied.

if you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

I really do miss journalism. There's a lot of reasons why it can't work out anymore, but in a perfect world where the industry was what it was, I'd love to do it again.

something you're good at:

I am extremely perceptive and am great at putting pieces together. Don't try to hide something from me, I will figure it out sooner or later.

something you hate:

Being chained to a regular work schedule.

something you collect:

Physical media! Books, DVDs, and vinyl, specifically

something you forget:

Whatever I'm carrying on my person when I'm out and about. Keys? Wallet? Sunglasses case? Phone? Definitely have forgotten it at some point.

what's your love language:

Gifting! I love giving people things I know they'll enjoy.

favourite movie/show:

MASH, The West Wing, What Dreams May Come, The Golden Girls

favourite food:

Chicken drunken noodles with crushed peanuts (if someone who works at my regular thai place sees this, I probably just doxxed myself lol)

favourite animal:

Jeez, its hard to pick. Pets? Cats. Wild animals? Seals. Spiritually? Jellyfish.

what were you like as a child:

Awkward, lonely, bookish, talkaholic.

favourite subject at school:

History

least favourite subject:

Calculus

what's your best character trait?

Kindness

what's your worst character trait?

Kindness.

if you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

I'd love to have more free time to pursue my creative hobbies.

if you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

Joan Didion. I don't think she'd probably care for me much - I'm probably too low brow for her, but she seems like such an amazing lady. She really was in the middle of it *all* in Midcentury America.

tagging: @serpercival @royalhare @steffi-chu @narnianwanderer and anyone who's interested :)

[hawkeyeslaughter]

whose serpcival, your post is the only thing that comes up when we search that 😭

guys i’m so sorry i’m illiterate as hell i cannot read nor write …… i meant serpercival they gor trapper as their profile picture

[impishtubist]

wednesday snippet

I was tagged by @strugglequill and @lynxindisguise in snippet games this week, but instead of a snippet, I bring you a lil ficlet (and I'm switching fandoms entirely, sorry not sorry).

@allcanonisrelative and I are fairly prolific coauthors, but our problem is that we cowrite a lot of things that go unfinished 😂 This is my portion of a fic that was supposed to be an AU for M*A*S*H after "Yessir, That's Our Baby". We never finished it, but we had a blast planning/writing it. And what the heck, the fandom can always use more Hawkeye + babies content.

CW for period-typical attitudes/thoughts/vocabulary re: queerness.

Tagging @allcanonisrelative @serpercival and any other MASHoles who see this and want to play along with the snippet game!

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“She has your eyes.”

Hawkeye barely hears him, absorbed as he is in the tiny hand that’s wrapped around the tip of his finger. When the words sink in, he shoots BJ an unimpressed look.

“My eyes, huh?”

“Well, she certainly doesn’t have your nose.” 

“Ha, ha.”

They’re both sitting on Hawkeye’s cot, BJ pressed up against him so that he’s a single line of heat all along Hawkeye’s side. There’s no reason for him to be so close, but Hawkeye’s not about to question his good fortune. BJ leans over, crowding into Hawkeye’s space, and runs the tip of his finger down the baby’s tiny button nose. Hawkeye’s nostrils fill with the scent of clean soap and stale sweat, BJ’s sweat, and his mind stutters to a halt. BJ always does that, stops Hawk dead in his tracks with a touch or a glance or a smile, and then he carries on without pause, oblivious to the fact that Hawkeye’s entire world has been knocked off-kilter.  

The baby snuffles in her sleep, and suddenly she’s the only thing in Hawkeye’s world. He’s mesmerized by her round cheeks, by her tiny pink lips, by the dark wisps of hair on her head. He strokes a thumb over her silk-soft cheek and she doesn’t wake, merely snuggles closer to him. 

“She looks good on you,” BJ murmurs. His other hand is pressed against Hawkeye’s lower back, and for a moment, Hawkeye allows himself to indulge in the fantasy that this is real, that BJ’s touch is that of a lover instead of merely a friend, and that the baby--

It’s too outlandish. Too perverted. Men with his inclinations don’t have children, and the idea of having one with another man? Sidney Freedman would have him locked up faster than he could say please BJ I want to have your baby.

But because Hawkeye is, at his core, a selfish man, he whispers, “What should we name her?”

He keeps his voice pitched low, like it would break the spell if he said it any louder. He expects BJ to scoff, to move away, to laugh at his joke and tell him it’s time the baby went back to Margaret’s tent.

Instead, BJ murmurs, “Elizabeth.” 

“Elizabeth?” Hawkeye repeats, too startled for a witty rejoinder. He hadn’t expected an answer at all, much less for BJ to indulge him this fantasy.

“Mm. But we’ll call her Eliza for short.” 

We? Hawkeye can barely breathe, all the breath punched from his lungs by a single word. We. BJ says it so naturally, like it’s a foregone conclusion. We. Us. BJandHawkeye, HawkeyeandBJ.

“Beej,” Hawkeye whispers, the word cracked-open and aching and raw. 

BJ lifts his head, nose grazing Hawkeye’s cheek, and Hawkeye shivers. He turns--

The door to the Swamp opens, and Margaret breezes in. BJ pulls away from Hawkeye, swiftly putting several inches between them, and Hawkeye feels cold at the loss.

“It’s past her bedtime,” Margaret says sternly, holding out her arms for the baby. Hawkeye hands her over, too stunned to do anything else. What did BJ mean by we? Why had he played along? Had they been about to…

He won’t allow himself to think it. He can’t. 

And then suddenly Margaret and the baby are gone, and BJ crawling under his blanket on the other side of the tent, and Hawkeye is alone, his arms empty and aching.

[serpercival]

Hey I wrote that fic

dont ask about the title dont ask about the title dont ask about--

society if they'd kissed here

[basil-the-scorned]

Get to Know Your Mutuals

I saw @serpercival doing this and decided to jump on!

what's the origin of your blog title?

Orange Cassidy quote from last year, think he says it after Chuck Taylor got jumped by the Death Riders.

otp(s) + shipname(s):

I don't really have one off the top of my head. Trapper/BJ and Adam Page/ Dalton Castle lurks in the corner... nope, none at all! Chuck Taylor/Orange Cassidy sneaking up on me, followed by Nick Jackson/Adam Page (oh boy...)

All seriousness though, I only have two OTPs and that's John Watson/ Sherlock Holmes and Wolverine/Storm!

favourite colour:

Green!

song stuck in your head:

Will You Still Love me from EPIC (I look at one animatic and suddenly it's in my head all day)

weirdest habit/trait:

I rather eat candy out of a tiny bowl. It's a habit my mom did for me when I was little and I got too used to it.

hobbies:

Video Editing, writing, listening to music.

if you work, what's your profession?

Also video editing but freelance for a company.

if you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

Honestly, working in production for sports in general would be amazing. I fell in love with doing it in college and I want to do it professionally now. Just...got to find a way into it. (Might try and get into doing it for the college around here)

something you're good at:

Listing off random facts.

something you hate:

People purposely spoiling something fun because they're not. That's just you being a dick.

something you collect:

Buttons and pins!

something you forget:

EVERY FUCKIN THING my brain is a sieve <<<SAME, I CAN'T REMEMBER SHIT!

what's your love language:

Physical Affection! I'm very touchy.

favourite movie/show:

Brother Bear- Movie Upside Down Show- Show (

favourite food:

Any seafood, but especially shrimp and crawfish. They are my favorite type

favourite animal:

Wolves. They're big giant dogs.

what were you like as a child:

Very talkative. Glad that didn't go away despite everything.

favourite subject at school:

English and Film.

least favourite subject:

Math

what's your best character trait?

Easy-going

what's your worst character trait?

Procrastinate a lot....

if you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

Wish I got my license, so I can drive (trying to get that done this year)

if you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

Roddy Piper. He seemed really cool.

tagging- whoever sees this, go at it!!

[erikraven]

written for the Foxtrap AU by @serpercival! Specifically inspired by Five-Star Expectations.

Hawkeye defends himself from an attack. It all goes downhill from there.

God I love writing whump.

[remyfire]

Favourite Line

Let's all show off how amazing our writing skills are! Choose a sentence from your latest wip or published fic that you're proud of. @allofthebeanz tagged me in this little game (in April I'm so sorry) and I was rereading this fic last night and remembering how much I liked playing with different concepts and storytelling devices while I was writing it for a wonderful friend. So here's some lines from it! (sorry for immediately breaking the rules)

"I feel like perhaps..." A low sound slips out of Sidney that could be almost conflicted. "BJ, I wasn't intending to cause this much of a mess tonight. Really, I was enjoying spending time with you exactly as we were. I'm not a man taken to stirring the pot just to complicate matters."

Even so, the pot is stirred. In the black-and-white landscape of his mind, BJ finds the key, he puts it in the lock, and he turns it. The facts spill out in remarkable clarity. There was a man in college who indulged in experiences he otherwise never would have, ones that seared his lungs, blurred his mind, or filled him to the brim. He tasted anonymity on the dark quad. He muffled himself with a starchy pillowcase. He found his limits and he took a step beyond. And when he stood on the verge of not being able to let go, he balked, and he chose safety. The ability to stand publicly and be recognized.

Knee-deep in his acknowledgment of everything that a younger him set aside, BJ is also forced to recognize that the waters are not choppy. He can't say for certain why. Alcohol, denial, a fellow traveler.

"You're valuable to me," Sidney's honey-rich voice draws him back, brushing over raw skin that hasn't seen the light of day in over half a decade. The rush is familiar. A confirmation. "Your friendship is valuable to me. I never wanted to alter that."

"You haven't altered anything." A pause. "Well. You haven't hurt anything. Not between us."

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