#samsid

[remyfire]

These men are married. Btw.

[remyfire]

These two came to the 4077th just to be gay and bitchy and judgmental and honestly I love that for them.

[remyfire]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ship: Sidney Freedman/Sam Pak

Note: This is a birthday gift for my dear friend Rosie, because nothing says happy birthday better than middle-aged men in love 💞

When the balcony door opens behind Sidney, the music from the rambunctious jazz band swells, and he takes a deep breath through his nose as he fights not to look. He doesn't know if he could stand it if he worked himself up this far, then turned and found disappointment in the eyes of someone who's practically a stranger now. "You made it." Though it's been three years since Sidney last felt his touch, the melodic lilt of Sam Pak's voice feels like a caress across bare skin. Despite the nerves, Sidney can't hold back his smile. He even tips his head down like a schoolboy as though trying to hide his pleasure at being found. "I certainly did." When a shorter, broader body slips into the space next to him on the empty balcony, Sam's shirt brushes Sidney's bare arm beneath his rolled-up sleeves and sparks a circuit of lights that illuminate his veins. "And so did you."

1955, the Bay Area. Sidney Freedman takes a leap of faith. Sam Pak meets him there with open arms.

[remyfire]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ship: Sidney Freedman/Sam Pak/Hawkeye Pierce, Sidney Freedman/Sam Pak (established)

Note: This was my secret jumpscare surprise gift fic for @allcanonisrelative for the MASHoles Holiday Exchange because they worked so so hard to put it all together, so they deserved an exquisite rare ship for their troubles :D I had so much fun!!

A heavy hand lands on Hawkeye's shoulder, and he jumps at the sight of official green fabric at the corner of his eye. He hears the voice before he registers the face. "Having conversations with food waste on the floor." Hawk grins so widely, it aches. "Sidney." "Worse than that." The second voice is the one that actually surprises him. As Sam Pak drops into the bar stool on his right, he eyes Hawk with an inscrutable expression. "He struck out first too. Hasn't only lost his marbles, but broken his spirit." Sam rubs his chin and purses his lips in thought. "Can this really be Hawkeye Pierce?" "Or his evil twin brother," Sidney pipes up from his other side, almost giving Hawk whiplash. "Eaglesnout Blunt. I knew we'd meet again someday."

During a lonely few days of R&R, Hawkeye crosses paths with two of the men who hold his highest respect. When Sidney and Sam offer him a invitation into their bed, he happily jumps at the opportunity to finally get his hands on them—but he has no idea how deeply they've seen him all along.

[muchymozzarella]

Samsid from @demonoftheunderground is like Gabriel Reyes before Gabriel Reyes existed tbh

[dolltrash-etc]

I am an unrepentant Samsid fangirl. @bob-artist

(edit - there’s totally another one stuck behind one of those that I didn’t notice when I took the picture, whoops!)

[alexluko-blog]

[alexluko-blog]

From the 1st of September to the 31st of November its ABDAB SEASON! Little skull plushies available for a LIMITED TIME so grab one while you can (just

This person makes some funky little critters!