But I Want El To Be The One To End Things. Between Her And Mike. That Seems Right To Me.

Source: I’m Told I Had A Good Time

Davy Jones

Footage from the 1980s and 2010s.

“Peter was really a sweet person, a gentle person, and would always look you in the eye and want to talk about things. Peter was much more emotional, and gentle, and he — you know, I’m sure we hugged many times, he was a hugger, he was a really lovely soul.” - Barbara Hamaker, The Monkees Pad Show no. 4 (x)

Mike: *preening in front of mirror* wow I need to trim these split ends!

Micky: guess we’ll have to go to the barber.

Mike: *taking off his hat to trim the puffball on the end* why would we do that?

reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead

dealing with the worst case scenario

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island 

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

your house has a gas leak

Peter: *chasing Davy around the pad, hitting him over the head with a newspaper* Stop. Putting. My. Guitar. Picks. In. Your. Mouth!

They still need him. [insp.]

Something something, Eddie and Steve both have big brown soft eyes, so imagine they’re disagreeing on something stupid like where to eat dinner on date night or something and they both just try and whip out the puppy dog eyes. Obviously it’s not going to work on each other so they both burst out laughing and decide to choose via coin flip

Eddie: *catches Steve watching him dance along to the radio in the car* Eyes on the road, pretty boy.

Steve: Roads?

Eddie: Wait no, please don’t finish that-

Steve: Where we’re going, we don’t need roads. *flicks down sunglasses and drives like a wild man off the road, causing Eddie to shriek and laugh*