#sunshine circuit

[doodledsilly]

So won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor

[doctorsiren]

Warmed up with some featherweight headshots

[zombiecowboy65]

TGR is just gonna be a bunch of flirting and running away on both ends. U have Mr I’ve never experienced love and Mr. I won’t let anyone close enough to love me. I am going to be seated with popcorn. Let the games begin.

[monkeycharles]

twitter was SO real for this

[mckennalumley]

can’t stop thinking about Jeremy seeing Jean and Kevin interact up close for the first time like he knows them both separately and he’s seen first hand the way they care for one another (Kevin revealed one of his biggest secrets to Jeremy FOR Jean!! “You’re not like them. Kevin would not have sent me here if you were”!! and the classic “keep Kevin’s name out of your ignorant mouth” and the way Kevin tells Jeremy everything he can to help Jean’s transition be as easy possible and says “be careful with him”) he knows their trauma and he knows it stems from Riko but there’s no way he’s put together just how much that damaged their relationship with each other. He doesn’t know about “you didn’t have to slit my throat on the way out” for all Jeremy knows, Kevin day is going to come to California and Jean will be happy to see an old friend again and I have no idea what’s going to happen but I can’t wait to see it

[tiny-planet-13]

I'm getting my hair done tomorrow and I've never actually been to a salon in my near 21 years of living so I'm kinda nervous but anyway I'm thinking what if I read the sunshine court whilst the hair dye is doing it's thing but then what if the person just looks over my shoulder and like I'm on the scene where Grayson is attacking Jean or something I can't 😭

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Man I was sneezing so much for the better part of the day, and idk how some of y'all do this so often bc that shit is painful 😭 and I wasn't even sneezing in fits, it was every minute or so with this crazy tickling/burning feeling in my nose and the sneezes just kept getting stuck 😭

[daydream-the-demon]

*CRYING ON THE FLOOR* AUGHHH BILLFORD-

[heehoee]

that was… definitely one hell of a movie i guess.

[mewziesart]

im gonna do a lil new oc drop, bc i made and got a bunch of new ones

this is cherry wood! shes bright blossoms mom, and she makes drinks out of the yummy fruits in her village.

these are loopsie daisy’s parents! molly dusk makes shell jewelry, and sea breeze is a surfer.

then we got circuit fry! my new gir pony

and berry bomb! a guitarist for a pony band im working on

and lastly, sunshine ray! shes a meteorologist, but also a self insert for shipping with rainbow dash, bc cringe is dead and i am alive

[trevlad-sounds]

For the Birds 01

17.05.2024

Intro 00:00 David Cordero-Jana's Bedtime Song 00:13 Sunshine Playroom-Nymphalidae 03:13 Andrew Heath-Field Trip 06:29 Sounds of Space Project-Sunlight Reverie 11:50 Tegu-III 18:37 Ozric Tentacles-Lotus Unfolding 23:31 Matthias Lehmann-Lichtreise 31:31 David Michael Matuch-Lost at Shore 36:19 JICS-come back for me 45:54 Earthroom-The Earth as a Magnet 48:17

[mktournament]

Round 1, Bracket 4: Sunset Wilds (MK8) vs Snow Lands (MK8)

[rnm-magic-space-xsd]

[the-star-and-the-smols]

I'm literally perfect for Sean cause he's practically begging for attention and affection every God damn day and I have SO MUCH of both to give to him.

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

The fact that someone thinks that loud music will cover up

the screams of people being converted into Circuit Chaps is oddly amusing.

[phantasm-ae]

cw: fluff, afab reader x price, grumpy x sunshine, older man x younger woman

HEADCANON: The team meets Price’s missus. Not expecting it to be a sweet little thing like you

PAIRING: John Price x reader

Captain John Price was a lot of things.

Gruff. Sharp. Tactical. A man who could disarm a room -- or a bomb -- with the same deadpan focus. So when he finally, finally, agreed to let the team meet his wife at a casual pub night, everyone had… expectations.

Soap pictured someone tough -- maybe military herself, someone who could handle the Captain’s brand of grumpy affection. Gaz bet five quid she’d be ex-SAS too. Ghost said nothing, but even he imagined someone stern, serious, maybe with a scar or two.

They were not prepared for what actually walked through the door.

She was wearing a pink sundress. A little cardigan. And carrying a fucking tote bag with a bloody cartoon duck on it.

Bright smile, eyes sparkling, practically skipping over to Price -- who visibly softened the moment he saw her, like someone had pulled the batteries out of a bomb.

"Hi, darling," she chirped, throwing her arms around his neck.

Price -- their Captain Price, grizzled and grumbling and terrifying to entire warlords -- bent down and kissed her forehead like he was the bloody Prince of Wales.

The entire team stared. Mouths slightly open. Brains short-circuiting.

Soap recovered first, elbowing Gaz hard enough to almost knock his beer over. "That's nae his wife, aye?," he whispered, scandalized. "That’s his — his niece. His... his fairy goddaughter, maybe."

Price gave them a look over her head that very clearly said: say one more word and die.

Introductions were made. She was sweet, bright bloody decades younger than Price, asked about their hobbies, and listened earnestly even when Soap described "this absolutely sick drift he pulled in an APC."

But as the evening wore on, something strange began to happen.

She asked Ghost if he liked lemon drizzle cake -- and then pulled out a homemade one. Wrapped in that same floral-patterned foil that they've seen Price carry around in meetings despite Ghost's insistent shake of the head. Said it was “a little treat for the boys yeah? Just a taste love”

She scolded -- gentle parented -- Gaz gently for leaving his pint too close to the edge of the table. “You’ll knock that over, darling. Move it here, where your elbow won’t catch it.” She pulled a crossword puzzle out of her bag, a newspaper crossword, and started muttering about how “they just don’t make them like they used to.”

Soap caught her humming along to a 70s soul track that only Price ever put on the pub jukebox. Ghost watched her separate her chips from her mushy peas with the same quiet care his gran used to.

And suddenly, despite the pink sundress and the tote bag and the glowy, Disney-princess energy -- they all realized:

She was old at heart.

She might’ve looked like she belonged on some cozy campus or fairy-tale book cover, but she moved through the night like someone who’d been here before. Patient. Observant. Steady. She had Price’s tea order memorized ("two sugars, no milk"), reminded him to take his vitamins -- "m'serious John you have to stop missing your medication dear" -- with the same tone one might use to scold a naughty golden retriever.

Price. Captain John fucking Price. Grumbly. Growling. Feared by half the globe, didn’t argue. Just muttered, “Yes, love,” and obediently took the tiny chewable multivitamin she pressed into his hand like it was ammunition.

Soap nearly choked on his beer.

She fussed over Ghost’s sleeves being damp. Asked if Gaz was getting enough fiber. Told Soap she’d found the cutest mug that looked like a little sheep and bought it for him -- “because you always remind me of a sheepdog, with all that energy!”

They were under siege.

By the end of the night, Ghost. Big bad, massive, hulking, and brooding Ghost -- who once broke a man's wrist for looking at him sideways. Cleared through a room with just a pistol. Battered through a man in half -- was sitting very still as she gently lint-rolled his hoodie. Tutting about the pub cat’s fur.

When they finally left, Price tucked her under his arm, pressed a kiss to her temple, and shot the team a look over her head that said, without words: She’s my peace. Touch her and I’ll bury you under the bloody barracks.

And every single one of them -- elite, seasoned, hardened soldiers -- nodded in perfect silence.

Soap leaned in to Gaz, still stunned. “Mate,” he whispered. “She’s got 'im on a leash, nae doubt about it”

Gaz nodded back, wide-eyed. “Pink. Fluffy. And bulletproof”

Even Ghost, unflinching, unbothered and stoic Ghost, gave them the sharpest, most solemn nod of agreement in his life.

Because clearly, Captain Price didn’t command that squad.

She did.

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