#sorry you sent my mind awandering with delight as i mused on them but you are so absolutely right

[remyfire]

can't say i'm 100% on the Hawkeye/Mulcahy ship, but i also can't say that those two didn't accidentally make the other have some sort of internal crisis where they do a lot (like a lot a lot) of self-questioning at some point in time

LIKE A LOT A LOT A LOT!!!!!

They're so fascinating to me because though we see Hawkeye go from a really mischievous, harassment-prone, and even occasionally outright cruel guy in S1 to one who softens and mellows a little over time, his high level of respect for Mulcahy carries through from the beginning. He has no reason to be so respectful of him, given Hawk's nature and agnosticism, and yet it's there all the same.

And how strange that must've been, having the camp lothario lech who imbibes far more alcohol than he should be so warm and kind to Mulcahy, even though everything should suggest that Mulcahy will judge him for his lifestyle decisions. How curious Mulcahy must've become, initially wondering if he could be the one to bring some measure of spiritual peace to Hawkeye when he was such an open person, but all but forgetting that notion within weeks of watching him and being in his company. He just enjoys him too much. He just thinks about him too—ah.

And if you write a Hawk who is already aware of his queerness, how interesting it must've been to have forbidden fruit so close at hand but also trying to restrict himself with just a handful of rules. He doesn't fuck with married women and he does not fuck with priests. He wears condoms with nurses because he doesn't wanna ruin their life, and thus he doesn't pull Mulcahy's strings too hard because he doesn't want to ruin his. Yet how fascinating to feel the pull in a wholly new way, the desire to be in Mulcahy's company more and more, to hear him laugh, to be the one to make him laugh, until Mulcahy is almost less a forbidden fruit—completely off limits—and more a prickly one with a tough skin and the richest sweet core—the man he knows he shouldn't try to touch but who is tempting his heart that little bit more every day.

Many many crises. Dear beloved men.