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blood bank vampire is my new fav mash character
U know whats crazy abt bdaddy jissues. Theres all the stuff about BJ never mentioning his parents or writing to them and the Interesting Jokes he makes about them while referring to pegs dad as ‘pa’ and the lashing out at hawkeye for having a good relationship with his dad. Theres also like everything about the way that he is. The burying and repressing and smiling. The flinching. The LYINGGGGG the projecting. Lets go back to childhood. What is it about the house you grew up in that made you the way you are. I know what it is.
when richard siken said “and no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won’t tell them”
Well how the fuck would they figure it out if you don’t tell them. Y’all people really like having problems huh
this post was about fictional character bj hunnicutt from hit 1970s american broadcast television comedy M*A*S*H
a moment that's been living in my head... inspired many weeks ago by an hunnihawk x maine edit by @springinsfeld
HAPPY EASTER!!!!!!!!!!!
The trilogy of hawkbeej pain and hell and suffering
M*A*S*H, S9 E13 - No Laughing Matter
Heres the drama
ok lied. drunken beej scribble be upon ye
When I was younger I thought the black market was a physical place in the middle of a desert canyon somewhere, and the reason it was called that was because all the stalls used black fabric. I thought that human bones and brains in jars were sold there. I thought you could buy smuggled artifacts and stolen artwork from painters long dead. I thought that you could buy elephant ivory and endangered bird eggs. I thought that you could buy rhinoceros meat and wild chinchilla coats. I thought you could buy pirated copies of movies and hard drives full of government secrets. I kind of wanted to go, but I knew it was a terrible thing to ask. I wouldn’t have bought anything, I would have just liked to look.
handsome beej moments