Once more Just like sunshine

Just Like Sunshine on iTunes and Spotify

iTunes

Spotify

It's been released under the English name 'Just Like Sunshine'.

Cold Blood - Just Like Sunshine (Warner Bros.)

voc. Lydia Pense, prod. Steve Cropper & perc. Bobbye Hall, 1974.

Flutes.

can't stop thinking about dark!simon with a sunshine!curvy!fem!reader, it's gnawing at my brain. (18+)

greeting him when he comes home in a little apron with dough smeared across your cheeks. you're bouncing in the kitchen, giggling as you wrap your arms around his neck. one burly arm hooks around your waist as he palms one side of your ass, and you kiss his lips over his blood-soaked mask again and again as you coo, "missed you so much, made you chocolate chip..."

you talk and talk and talk and talk. you're always talking. you're always whispering in his ear and chattering as he drives and telling him some story about something he missed while he was gone as you tidy up the flat. you never stop talking, never run out of things to tell him, and despite the monotone voice and the lack of response, he hears every single word that you say, and he forgets nothing. when he makes his way back on base, johnny is waiting, eager to hear an update about the receptionist at your work and if she is actually sleeping with your manager.

you wash his clothes without even blinking. you're at the sink, a bucket of cold, suddy water there as you scrub at his shirt. there's peroxide at the side, and you use a delicate hand as you scrub at the stains on it. ghost watches from the doorway as you hum to yourself, in a little pair of shorts with your hair tied up as you rinse the shirt clean. blood runs down the drain, and his shirt is clean as new.

you always find some kind of weapon around the house. you bend down to brush crumbs off the kitchen chairs, and you scold simon with a glossy pout because he left a bloody knife taped under the table. you whine when you find a grenade sitting in the same drawer you keep your tampons in. you complain when you take out the jar of rice to make dinner, and there's a small handgun hidden between the grains. but your face always softens when he cups your cheeks with two big hands, kissing you warmly, muttering, "gotta keep y'safe, luvvie...know there's a bloody line waitin' for a taste of y'r cunny, baby."

you visit him on base once in light wash denim and a white tshirt, sneakers hitting the linoleum and purse swinging as you wave at him. he's standing in front of a line of privates, watching them do jumping jacks, and his eyes light up a little when he sees you waving at him enthusiastically. when he finally makes it to you, he shoves you into the nearest supply closet and tugs your jeans down just enough to fit his cock between your thighs. when he's walking you out, the boys watch as you cling to simon's arm, a lovesick grin on your sweaty face as you flutter your lashes up at him.

he loves when your manicured hands touch him. scratching along his scalp, tracing the edge of his jaw, cupping the bulge in his pants. you're so sweet, the most giggly girl, and he loves tasting the strawberry of your gloss as you make him cum with your hand, cooing against his lips about how strong he is, how much you love him, how you would do anything for him.

he loves it most when you see him for what he really is. when he comes home battered and bruised, bloody clothes sticking to him, a snarl to his voice and the adrenaline of an op still pumping through his veins. he loves that nothing about him scares you. that even like this, you lean up on your toes and kiss him softly, that you get some of the blood and dirt smudges on the pink of your pajama pants, and you don't care, that he strangled a man with these very hands only hours ago, and you still want him to touch you.

he loves that you love him. that when he feeds his cock into you that night, in nothing but your baby pink lingerie, that you barely need any prep at all from how wet you are. thick thighs spreading apart, sticky slick shining on your skin, cunt nice and ready for him because you have missed him that much. he loves that no matter how ugly he feels, you always find him attractive, that no matter how many people he tells you that he killed tonight, all you do is smile and pucker your lips, and tell him, "it's okay, teddy bear, they deserved it, didn't they?" and yeah, they did, cause it is kill or be killed, and there is no universe where ghost does not fight to get back here, to get back to this pretty pussy, to get back to the bed he shares with you so he can watch those pretty tits bounce every time he fucks his cock into you.

ghost loves his pretty girl. all smiles. all soft, so cute, just perfect. ghost casts a shadow over the room, and you just brighten it right back up. ghost tracks blood into the house, and there you are to cover it all up with citrus and soap.

yeah. always just sunshine and smiles at home.

Jeremy is so brave bc if I saw Jean doing up his gloves with his teeth it would’ve been over for me

can we all keep it together and promise that we're not going to go back to the "i love these dumpster fire books" mindset with aftg and with tsc when tsc comes out? i'm tired of y'all pretending the writing isn't good and like the character arcs and plot and subplots are bad when they're actually beautifully structured and they deserve our attention and our praise without a "but it's sooooo bad haha" being added to everything. these books are good. and if you can't admit to yourself that you're reading them because you like them and they're good then maybe you aren't ready to pick up the story that we've been waiting for for years.

Andrew, upon returning to the tower after Riko's death: ... Where the fuck is my candy?

Neil and Kevin: Babe the entire dorm is wrecked.

Andrew: I can see that. But I do not see my candy.

nature is healing now that nora reminded everyone that neil is a actually a fierce, menacing little creature and not some helpless tiny soft boy

waiting for spring to arrive 🌿🌸

(based on work by  george tyebcho)

Is it a stupid idea? Yes. Did I have to go overboard and animate it? No.

But I had to and I'm not sorry ;P

First attempts with a different technique. With another brush and without painting the background. I‘ll show you the process in the video

Hi my dear beloved Rainbow. Not to be mushy (or creepy) but I adore you. You have been a huge influence on and comfort to me during these difficult (global) yet exciting (BJYX) times. I've composed many thank you letters to you in my head and will one day reach out and count all the ways ❤️. Meanwhile, I'd love to hear your thoughts on something I posted this morning (taking your advice and peeking out of my lurker cave 🫣) re: the possibility that Like Sunshine's composer was influenced by Ryuichi Sakamoto (RIP), specifically this piece -- https://youtu.be/1OZDaRhHHyM . I came across it a few months ago when I heard a rebroadcast of a radio interview with Sakamoto-san and immediately 👀. The idea that this music icon may have been referenced/paid homage in this beautiful song is very intriguing to me. Thanks in advance, and for all of your wisdom, generosity and guidance.

Aww, thanks so much! You're too sweet!! 🥰

I'm glad you have found anything I've written here helpful, interesting or comforting! I know how hard life can be, and turtles and GGDD have been a huge help to me as well.

As a huge David Bowie fan who has seen Merry Christmas, Mr Lawrence multiple times (worth watching if you're into films), I am very familiar with the piece you've linked from Ryuichi Sakamoto (RIP 😢). This piece is very typical of Sakamoto's style.

I definitely hear some similarities, and it's very possible that the composer (Qian Lei) was influenced by Sakamoto. Sakamoto's influence is massive, he was a truly great artist.

saw the event announcement and had to immediately drop everything and get back to my favorite pasttime (drawing Lilia). sure don't want me saving up my keys, huh, do you Twst?

I'm never getting over how Soap keeps pointing out big things when he sees them in mw3, like. "big fuckin' boat" this "big fuckin' gun" that. You bet your ass his first thought when he saw Ghost was "big fuckin' brit".

A man of many of the most INTENSE facial expressions,,,,

Happy birthday Monkey D. Luffy!!!!

i’m sorry about kidnapping your boyfriend so we could give the fbi false testimony. yes, i tried to feed him, he thinks thai is too fattening and wouldn’t have any. i also put out a hit on his rapist