merry christmas to meee and that one other ghostgaz shipper out there i know you exist

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taylor price
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Kiana Khansmith
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merry christmas to meee and that one other ghostgaz shipper out there i know you exist
my reaction to the mw4 trailer.......
where's gaz???
new MW4A trailer. No Gaz. First soap now him. What else can infinityward take from me.
wip wednesday
Another Ghoap-Married-Before-MW19 snippet from Yours Truly (and thank you to @thegreencarousel. You know why. And to @greyhavenisback. You also know why.)
"Hey Si," he said, taking in his partner's appearance. "Ye look knackered." "Mhm, been utter shite the past few days. Nothing but FISH and CHIPS but we're headin' back next week. Had a sandstorm blast through the other day and felt like I was a VM again tryin' to get the damn car to start. Wanted to let you know we'll be back in Credenhill by Wednesday, if they don't push it back again." John let out a hollow laugh. "Looks like I'll miss ye by a day. We're being sent to Brunei to," he did air quotes with one hand, "refresh our jungle training. Flyin' out to TUDB airbase on Tuesday." Simon swore quietly under his breath. "Well, that's jus' typical, innit? So, in six weeks, then?" "'Fraid no'," John replied, face twisting with regret. "It's straight to the yanks fer jump training after." "Bollocks." It truly was, if anyone asked John. But, such was military life and they both knew it. They'd make do, they always did. "Have fun with the leeches and mosquitoes, and don't forget to pray before peein' under a tree," Simon said before disconnecting, leaving John more than a bit confused. He hadn't been to Brunei during selection but to Belize, so SEA was a new one. He quickly typed out a message. <Simon, wtf are ye talking about?> [21:51] <Local customs, Johnny. Keep up. FYI, haunted trees are mostly banana and banyan. Interesting bugs there as well. Try not to get bitten.> [21:52] Well, that sounded just lovely. John wasn't sure he wanted to know what, exactly, Simon considered to be "interesting" bugs. Also, what even was a banyan tree and what did it look like?
uuuuuuhhhhhh congrats eddie? for figuring out they were bisexual and nonbinary within like 3 days.
Ghostgaz closet hookup hehe. Honestly looking forward to painting this up
The consequence of having watched Heated Rivalry and mutuals who are very passionate about ice skating is that I now have Winter Olympics Ghostgaz rattling in my mind on my way home from work and energy levels in the negatives to draw them 🤧🤧🤧🥲
OP: If you want to make life difficult for yourself, come hike the Great Wall in winter.
Jetpack Cat and Ana are such besties🥰 She gives Ana some mobility lol
Had the most fun game diving the backline as jetpack cat with my doomfist on colosseo
17 or 63 for sambucky? :)
17. a steamed-up bathroom mirror
Sam blows out a long, slow breath and presses his hands flat to the ground as he moves into the next pose in his yoga routine. In his thirties, a childhood in gymnastics and regular workout routine had meant that his muscles and joints were always ready to do what he asked of them. Now, with fifty on the horizon and the hours and demands of full-time superheroing, yoga and tai-chi have become just as important as all the strength training and cardio Sam does.
Still, this is an extra session on top of his usual exercise routine, entirely because Sam has felt a knot of tension in his muscles since the flight home from his and Bucky's last mission, and the longer he and Bucky have gone without talking, the worse it's become. The massages and slow stretching and hydration have all helped for a short while when he does them, but then Sam can feel it creeping up again, the tension spiraling from his arms and hips and neck, gathering in the space between his shoulders time and time again.
It's the same today: Sam can feel the knots starting to loosen after an hour's exercise, and then the doors of the compound's gym swing open to admit Bucky, and Sam's whole body braces for some nebulous hurt that it's certain is coming.
disciplinary action, part 1
cw implied sexual content
He overhears it quite by accident.
The file under his arm is thick and he's on his way to file it manually – a remnant of the old days, their paper archive – and he's honestly ready to turn in for the night when he hears Soap's indignant words from the rec room:
"You're cheating!"
"I'm not," comes Gaz's voice then, and Price can't help the smile spreading on his face. Gaz is definitely cheating, whatever it is they're playing.
"Yes, you are," Ghost says, sounding less irritated and more amused – he's probably cheating himself, just less obvious about it than Gaz tends to be.
"You're just being a sore loser," Gaz's tone is flippant – he is right, too. Soap is a sore loser. Price has seen it enough times himself. Cheated against him, too.
"Are you seeing this shit, Lt.? He's robbing us. Team up with me."
"Not in your dreams, Sergeant."
"Just play, mate," Gaz baits. Price stops by the rec room doorway and peers in. The boys are gathered around a table, a pile of cards strewn between them. Soap is pouting, his arms crossed, holding his cards in one hand. Gaz is looking at him with a smug expression that does nothing to soothe Soap's irritation. Ghost's back is to Price, but his posture seems relaxed. There is an ash tray on the floor, with a still smoking stub in it. Price should reprimand Ghost for smoking inside, but he would be the bigger hypocrite between the two of them.
"Not until you admit you're cheating," Soap insists, sounding even more like a petulant now that Price can see the accompanying frown and jutted lip.
"Even if I was," Gaz begins, and Soap scoffs at that, "why would I?"
"It's fair."
Price almost laughs at that.
"Nothing fair in gambling, Sergeant," Ghost rumbles, leaning back in his chair. It complains under his weight.
"Maybe so," Soap concedes, always deferring to his Lieutenant, "but this bastard thinks he can get away with anything just because he's Cap's favourite."
All amusement leaves Price instantly.
So I haven't actually had a chance to read my fancy new edition of the RotS novelization with all of its lovely annotations 😅 BUT! I did create this lovely archival box for it. I've been taking a class on archival conservation methods this semester and our final project was to create a box (sort of a combination of archival and artistic methods). When I learned that we were allowed to bring in a book to create a box for, I looked over at my shelf at the shiniest book I own and decided a box might help keep my fingerprints off the shiny dust jacket 😂
It's so pretty. It may be the most professional looking think I've ever made. It's just so clean and elegant and professional looking? I can't believe I made it with my own hands.
Mine was easily the most dramatic looking box in the class all Darth Vader black and Sith red with little volcanic-looking marbled paper accents. We were a little discouraged from working with black bookcloth because it shows dust and glue stains and etc extremely easily but I was determined. For the Drama™️, for Darth Vader, for the #1 obikin stan Matthew Stover.
Maybe I'll reblog this a little later on with the unboxing video I took, I'm just so in love with how it came out.
I remember joking with someone on discord about alternative names for pricegaz (I think the context was that I wanted them to hyphenate their last names in my fic) and we came up with a funny combination of their names but I can't remember what it was now 😭
NVM IT WAS PRICK. FROM PRICE + GARRICK KDHSKS
cw: 18+ smut. GhostGaz. Top!Ghost Bottom!Gaz. Emotional intimacy. Ghost is in love and thinking about death during sex bc of course he is. angst/comfort?
guys I had such a good dream a couple of nights ago lemme tell you about it.
The sheets had long since been kicked away, the night thick with warmth and sweat. Kyle was over him, in him, cock buried to the hilt, his breath hot where it ghosted over Kyle's throat. He hadn’t moved in a while, just held them like that, flush together, arms banded around Kyle’s back like he could keep him there forever.
Kyle's hands were on his ribs, thumb brushing the jagged edge of a scar. His voice was soft, a little hoarse. “You alright, love?”
Simon stayed quiet, kissed his neck slowly, breathing him in.
He was thinking—too much, probably—about death. About the kind of man he was. How if it ever came for Kyle, he’d lose his mind fighting it. Tear through hell and back. Let himself rot if it meant Kyle got to live one more day.
But if it had to happen… if death came and Ghost couldn't stop it… maybe it could be like this. Quiet and close. With him still inside, still holding Kyle, still keeping him safe as long as he possibly could.
Ghost didn't voice the fears. He could, Kyle would listen, tell Ghost that it's alright. That he's here now. But Ghost didn't—couldn't—even as bad as Simon might have wanted to.
He kissed Gaz's throat, then the underside of his jaw, then just above the collarbone where his pulse fluttered. And then he moved, drew back, letting Kyle feel the stretch, the drag of him leaving, and then thrust back in with a firm, perfect snap of his hips.
Kyle arched and let out a breathless noise. “Fuck—Simon…”
Simon grunted and did it again. The exact angle Kyle liked. Again and again. Kyle's legs tightened around his waist, heels pressing into the small of his back, breathy whispers of fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, filling his ears.
Simon found the pace Kyle liked and stayed there, committed to every motion. Kyle's breaths hitched and broke in time with his thrusts, hands sliding up his back, fingernails digging in.
“Shit, you feel good,” Kyle breathed, forehead to Simon’s temple now, lips brushing skin. “So good, Si—fuck—”
Simon made a sound, something near a growl, and rolled his hips harder, enough to punch a moan from Kyle's throat.
And then he slowed again, dragging it out and letting it burn. He wanted to give him everything, the closeness, the peace, the warmth, everything Ghost couldn't say, he could at least do this.
He kissed Kyle again, pressed his mouth against his, tender and firm.
No talk of death. No haunting what-ifs or how-sos, fucking him like it mattered more than anything else in the world.
And Kyle came apart beneath him with a low, desperate gasp, his spine arching and fingers locking tight around Simon’s arms. His whole body trembled, the pleasure riding high and deep. Like a slow wave breaking, all control slipping loose in a rush of heat and sound and the soft fuck, fuck, fuck falling from his lips.
And Simon watched him, he didn’t dare blink, didn’t breathe.
He watched the way Kyle's mouth parted, the crease of his brow, the way his eyes fluttered as he spilled between them, gasping and glowing with it. The way his chest heaved and his lips trembled. Beautiful. God, he was fucking beautiful.
Simon’s thrusts slowed to a crawl. Barely moving now. Just enough to keep that connection, keep that depth. And then he stopped entirely as Kyle came down from the high. He stayed sheathed in him, his body pressed tight, breath hot against Kyle’s jaw.
Kyle’s arms came up, wrapping around Simon’s shoulders. His fingers in his hair.
Simon stayed still and just breathed. He kissed his neck again, slower this time. Then again, just below the ear. Just staying close, staying inside, like if he left, even for a moment, the world might end.
Kyle let him hold on, cradled his head and stroked down his back, murmuring nothings, breathing with him.
After a long, quiet stretch of stillness, Kyle’s voice gently broke the silence.
“Fuck,” he said, then softer, “Simon. Hey.”
Simon didn’t look up. He kissed his neck again. Like please, not yet. Don’t make me let go.
Kyle exhaled, soft and slow. “Okay. Okay… yeah. I’ve got you.”
His arms tightened around him. Simon let his weight settle fully, face hidden in Kyle’s throat, taking a shaking inhale.
And Kyle held him, quiet and steady, the two of them tangled in something that didn't need words,
drew out some of the first scene from this fic by @lies-unfurl !! slightly edited dialogue just to fit this in a normal amt of pages.. i love her fics and this one in particular had so many fun visuals...kind of bait for an artist lilke me haha. also im a sucker for superheroes having in-universe merch i think its soo cute.