SHE ARRIVED WITH PASTRIES

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SHE ARRIVED WITH PASTRIES
I wonder what reminds the 4077th of their friends when they arrive home. Does the smell of fudge or the sound of whispering remind Margaret of her nurses - or do dirty socks and soapy water remind her of BJ and Hawkeye? Does Mulcahy think about his friends whenever he sees a poker game being played? Does Charles ever look at magazines and hope to God they aren't Hawkeye's nudist issues? Does Potter ever think about Radar or Klinger when he has to sign a document? Does BJ ever walk into a bar and search everywhere for his best friend, only to remember he's back in Crabapple Cove? Does Hawkeye ever say a little too much and look for BJ to back him up, just to be confronted with the fact they'll likely never meet again?
Do they ever walk into cafeterias and feel an immediate sense of dread when it comes to grabbing their food, even when they know it tastes perfectly fine? Have they ever called holidays R&R instinctively even when they know they aren't back in Korea? Do the colours army green and blood red make their stomachs turn? Do items crashing down onto floors make them hide under tables? Do they ever forget to check the mail because they assume someone will take it straight to them?
Do they ever see helicopters or Jeeps and feel the need to run? Have they ever talked a little too much in the operating room (if they ever return to surgery) or wondered why it's so silent, because for years it was all they could do to keep their minds away from just what they were doing? Do they ever look around and just wonder where the hell everyone is?
I made an edit of margaret from a song that's been going around on tiktok and I'm proud of it so here you are <3
What was supposed to be a simple, little longer fic delving into Margaretâs family dynamic post-war over a holiday visit (both her immediate family as well as her marriage to Hawkeye and their two kids) has turned into a giant fic, 44k words and counting. Iâm having a GREAT time with it, look out for Miss American Pie on ((hopefully, fingers crossed)) July 4th.
Hereâs a little preview:
Margaret had stayed there a long moment, receiver still pressed to her ear, listening to the empty line.
Now she stood at the sink, hands buried in soapy water, doing the math again, like the number would shrink if she approached it from a different angle.
Her and Ben.
Julie and Harry.
Carol and Tom.
Jane and Lucy.
Her father.
Her mother.
Karl, her stepfather, who had apparently existed for years but had only been introduced to Margaret three months ago in a letter that began with Surprise.
my mashlings
I love women who are actually like coyotes or robots or eldritch horrors.
Art from mx_scratch_ on IG
it dawned upon me that while I've posted my edits on twitter, I haven't posted them on here...
they probably didnât go all the way to Rio. but then againâŠ
Top 5 Houlihawk Episodes (as voted by mashblr) #4: Peace on Us
"Lorelai, please donât joke with the maids. Itâs not what they do."
Emily Gilmore | Gilmore Girls [2000 - 2007]
AHDHWSKDIWHSUSHJDJWBXUWHDJSIFJEUDHSIDJWIDHDIEHRJDJD I LOVE YOU SHANE
The first description of Margaret Houlihan on M*A*S*H from the 17 November 1971 version of the pilot.
Annotation from Loretta Swit that reads 'Me' appears barely visible in red cursive on the left.
a lot of passion beneath her outward appearance of being only interested in going by the book.
Tuttle digs through M*A*S*H scripts 7/??
Margaret Julia Take Your Man Home // Wolf Parade
I feel like Hawkeye would say something funny about the mortal wound heâs just received and is about to immediately die of and that fucks everybody up more than him in agony would have. Maybe not even a full joke just a little âop!â sound and maybe somebody else laughed at it because they didnât realize what just happened and now they have to live with that. Something something and then fucking about it? Take it away, tumblr user wildehacked (- @try-set-me-on-fire)
FUCK that's evil. I love it, oh my god, thank you for this gift!!!!! CN: gore, major character death, bad idea sex, you get the picture * There was a sniper on the hillside, and they were taking cover in the mess tentâbut that had happened at least three times in the last year, and in a strange way Margaret had stopped thinking it meant any of them would die. She was still scared and angry and tired, but she was angry about the work it meant they'd have to do later; she was scared for the wounded waiting for them in pre-op who might die because they couldn't get Hawkeye and BJ to surgery; she was tired of being angry and scared. She was holding a dinner tray over her head and hiding behind a table, but she was also thinking about the mess Potter and Charles were probably making in the OR with only Nakahara there to try and attend to both of them.
There was the familiar drone of an approaching chopper, and Hawkeye gave a punched-out sigh. "Here come the conquering heroes."
A rain of bullets fell down from the sky into the cesspool, then shifted closer to the sniper's actual location, loud and furious and altogether welcome, in her opinion.
"All that for one kid with a rifle," BJ murmured.
"Would you rather be stuck here under fire all day?" she asked him acidly.
"Now, darling, let's not fight," Hawkeye said, and put his dinner tray down on the ground. He stood up and offered Margaret his hand; she let him pull her up off the floor.
"Who's fighting," BJ asked, brushing off his knees.
The chopper was still loosing bulletsâunnecessarily, she thought. The sniper was certainly dead already. The rain of bullets swung back towards the camp; a few banged off the side of a parked Jeep.
"Hey!" Hawkeye shouted, obviously more to them than to the helicopter. He was leaning against the table, nearly sitting in the mashed potato tray. "Watch where you're swinging that thing!"
"Or at least buy us dinner first," BJ put in. More gunfire, then the loud noise of the chopper almost right overhead.
"They just saved our lives, you needn't be obscene," Margaret shouted as archly as she could over the racket, and then there was a little lull, and Hawkeye made an obscene soundâan mmmf kind of a noiseâand clapped a hand to his inner thigh.
let the man sleep đ
dedicated to this tired fellow and his pillow
repeating this to myself forever and ever