i know nancy felt so bitter when robin played pretty in pink for her mystery date on the radio, meanwhile, nancy's stoner boyfriend is offended by a simple pink sweater

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i know nancy felt so bitter when robin played pretty in pink for her mystery date on the radio, meanwhile, nancy's stoner boyfriend is offended by a simple pink sweater
not a headcanon but how do you think ghost would handle a girl on his team who is very open, very friendly with everyone, tactile, kind of outgoing yk. she gets along perfectly well with soap, gas price etc.
do you think he would be jealous if he didn't get the same favors as his classmates from the girl, since he is… ghost. or if she would still try the impossible, how would he react?
I think about it, and I really wonder how it would go with simon!
You know, I really think Ghost just naturally has a very high tolerance and acceptance for those who seem more open and extroverted (I mean, he very clearly gets on well with Soap, who couldn't be less like Simon personality wise in so many ways), but I also think he adapts somewhat to those around him who he feels comfortable with, for example him cracking a bunch of puns and dark jokes with Johnny.
So with a tactile and outgoing newbie, someone who has no qualms about diving onto Soap's back, a teammate she's had for little over a week, I think despite taking some time to get used to, Ghost would enjoy the energy you bring (as long as it stays off the battlefield, that is. after all, he's all work no play when it comes to missions).
Also I don't know if this is a controversial opinion, but I don't feel like Simon is particularly possessive, or the type to get jealous. He's not stupid, he'd be able to tell if you had a crush on him, and would easily be able to decipher the difference between the way you lightly pat Johnny's shoulder, and the feeling of your fingers as they curl into his bicep, not so subtly feeling up the muscle under his jacket whilst you attempt to make small talk. After all, what does he have to be jealous of when he sees the way you look at him? Eyes molten under fluttering lashes, far too brazen for a public space.
He'd let your flirting go on for months before he ever even attempted to act on it, after all this is a man who likes the chase, enjoys the slow build of irresistible tension; brushes of your hand against his thigh during meetings, his chest plastered to your back, large hands encompassing yours after you asked him for some pointers on aiming.
He'd live to watch you struggle, all the while laughing at your attempts to rile him up by sitting on Gaz's lap, or asking Price about his relationship status with innocent eyes that flicker over to his far too often to be coincidental. Because even when he sits halfway across the bar, near empty glass of bourbon clutched in his gloved grasp, he knows you'll only ever want him.
What I love about Damon is as power hungry as he is, he doesn’t believe that his superiority and immunity will last forever. He doesn’t think that he will live on forever. He knows there’s always somebody more powerful than you. You surely can do your best to extend your time on the earth (which he obviously does) but he thinks it’s everyone’s fate to be outbested at some point.
He was born in renaissance Florence, he isn’t a good Christian but he believes in god and he believes in the devil, he believes in heaven and hell and unless you are either of them, you have a timer on your forehead. The moment you are born you are not a god and it’s the end of the conversation for him.
I actually love no matter how strong he becomes, no matter how self obsessed he is, he still thinks there’s a timer ticking for him and whoever will outbest him, he won’t make it easy for them. Damon is therefore loud. Even if he is to be killed, he wants his name to be known. Him being a legend and having a legacy left behind is true immortality for him.
Chapter 12: Storm Breaking Read at A03
Summary: Blind Man's Cove at last, and though the tempest on the Dorter has passed, a new one is brewing on the island itself between Hornigold, Flint, new crew and old faces, Ed is facing a storm he can't stop- the only thing he can do is try to navigate it. Snippet: “Well, tread carefully, they’ve been at a parlay for three hours now…”
“Fuck.” That means Flint will be there too and Hawke maybe, and then an even worse thought. “Jack there too?”
“Aye…”
“Fuuck.” He shouldn’t have gotten changed. He should have just headed right to the island. Why is everything happening so fast. There’s no help for it right now. He sighs and rolls his shoulders, wincing at the sting and the sudden dribble of what he hopes is sweat down his shoulder blade. He pivots to go but Aconi says:
“Hey.”
Ed turns back and the man presses a linen handkerchief into his hand for some reason, and closes Ed’s fingers over it, big and brown and callused. “Welcome back.”
“Thanks,” Ed says. Though every time it’s said he feels like there’s less to return to.
To pears...
Hahaha what a loser cool guy, right?
prof ricciardo is a bad bitch and max fewtrell can’t kill him
The Wrongful Sovereign is Saryel’s(for those of you who remember him) ancestor. Coming up soon but since I found his picture again I wanted to post it. I’d link it back to the artist but they have long deleted, I think.