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“There are no laws, there are no rules. Just grab your friend and love them.” -Jim Morrison

“An on-stage exchange of glances between Mike and Micky.”

Flip, 1968

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?

Mike: *sauntering in from who knows where* grass needs cut

Davy: What grass???

Micky: it’s Peter’s day

Peter: aww no! *peter drags his feet to get scissors from the counter sighing as he goes outside*

Davy: *runs to window to watch Peter trim the four blades of grass poking up in the sidewalk crack in front of their pad* WHAT GRASS?!?!

Davy: Let me make myself clear, I don’t like you.

Peter: Okay, then get off my lap.

Davy: …No.

seriously like you decide to audition for a fun little show about a band and next thing you know there’s a 5’3” manc ripping your clothes off on multiple occasions

The Monkees drinking boba tea

Micky: barely any tea, just basically a cup of pearls. He giggles nearly every time he takes a drink

Davy: orders a simple brown sugar and vanilla milk tea and rests the straw against his lips as he talks with his sunglasses pushed up on his head, looking for all the world like a pin up.

Peter: mixing all the flavors together “I’m going to make a rainbow!” Shakes it up. “Oh well now it’s just brown :(.”

Mike: takes one sip. “That’s disgusting.” Pours the rest in Micky’s overflowing cup.

Eddie wakes up next next to Steve and gives him a gentle bite on the shoulder. Steve rolls over to look at him.

EDDIE: Every morning I wake up next to you, and you’re so sweet that I have to take a little bite, Sugar

STEVE: *smiles* wow, you’re really-

EDDIE: And every morning I wonder, is today the day my teeth will rot and fall out?

STEVE:

STEVE: What the fuck is wrong with you *rolls over away from Eddie*

Eddie: *singing the same line for the millionth time* He’s the one they call DoCtOR FeEl gOod!

Steve: Eddie! *throws an apple at him*

Eddie: What was that for?

Steve: An apple a day keeps the doctor away.

Eddie: What the heck are you talking about? *recoiling, rubbing his bruised arm*

Steve: You really didn’t know you were…? Never mind you dork. *leaves the room before Eddie’s verbal stimming drives him crazy*

A little Princess Gwen love

Reblog and put why dudebros would call you ‘forced diversity’ and ‘totally unrealistic’ if you were a fictional character in the tags

Davy: I’m going out to see my—

Mike: No.

Davy: Why?!

Mike: Chores before whores.

Davy: But—

Mike: Dishes before bitches.

Davy: Mike what the hell—

Mike: Cuttin’ grass before gettin’ ass.

Found a rare candid photo of Eddie Munson

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*

For her? I’d set the world on fire.

would u go on a date with her

tw: meantions of alcohol and addiction

Mike used to drink. It was a problem. It was a habit he picked up from his dad that got worse after moving to California. before he met the guys, he was on his own, struggling and homeless. He didn’t drink constantly, rather when things were going bad, he’d stay out until the bar closed.

After the Monkees all moved in together, he tried to hide it, but they caught on pretty quick. Davy had sat him down and said that this was something he didn’t have to (and shouldn’t) face alone. They helped get into a support group and found that it was easier to substitute the alcohol for something else whenever Mike wanted it. Coke-a-Cola seemed to do the trick. That’s how the Monkees came to having Coke in the house at all times. Some weeks they would sacrifice groceries to buy it because Mike being healthy was the most important thing to them.

Now they are all sworn off of alcohol. None of them drink. Sometimes Mike feels like falling into old habits, especially after a harrowing adventure, but he looks around at the guys to remind himself he’s not in that place anymore, he is okay and doesn’t need the old habits, he has new ones. Then he’ll sit down and noodle on the guitar or play around with the boys. He knows they all have each other’s backs.

Anyone know how to watch “Keep off My Grass”?!?!

Hey everyone. I’m desperately trying to find out how to watch the 1972 comedy film Keep off My Grass. Does anyone know where/how I can watch it?!?!?

I’m desperate.

First Monkees Fanart

I drew my first ever Monkees fanart. 😬 I don’t know how to feel. You can never catch and recreate that sweet, contemplative look but I hope this makes someone happy!

We are all uniting in our creative interests together. Any work, despite level of talent or expertise, given to share in celebration of a fandom, story, or experience should be shared, loved, and celebrated.

This is the best part of Tumblr/social media, people getting together to share their creative work. Keep putting it out there, guys. We love it!

Every writer on Tumblr: “I would combust out of love if someone ever drew fanart of my fic!!” Me: “oh man I wanna draw this scene BUT THEY WOULD PROBABLY HATE IT AND HATE ME FOR THE NERVE”

happy mike stance saturday

Jork Sick Fic!

[alt-text image description: a boy with mid length hair lays on a couch sleeping. He is dressed in day clothes and had his arms wrapped around himself. He used his jacket as a pillow.] Davy struggled to wake up, his body was cold and achy like garbage that had been frozen then left to thaw on the kitchen counter. His head pounded and throbbed. Micky had left the curtains open and sunlight assaulted Davy’s eyes. In his head he cried and shunned about being awake, but he threw his legs over the side of his bed and looked around an empty room. It must have been late if Micky was already up.

Feeling woozy, he stumbled down the stairs, chills breaking over his skin like waves. He clung onto the railing as the tight spiral of the stairs made him feel sick as he descended.

Micky and Mike were leaning against the counter with mugs of coffee, Mike leaning the small of his back against it with his hands curling over the edge, Micky propping his hip against it as he watched Mike wraptly as they chatted. Peter sat at the piano, plinking around on the keys and humming to himself.

Maybe Davy would feel better if he got something to eat. Leaning around Mike, he put the kettle on then crouched to retrieve the cereal. His whole body ached and protested. Davy rested his forehead against the cabinet door for a moment, forgetting what he’d opened the cabinet for.

“Alright there, Dave?” Micky asked, tucking his chin to his chest as he looked at his smaller friend.

“M’fine.” Davy snatched the cereal and stood, rolling his neck and shoulders. “Just a little under the weather.”

Mike put the back of his fingers (usually warm, but cold now) to Davy’s check. “You’re awfully pink and warm. Maybe you should go back to bed.” His signature concerned frown hung over his deep eyes. He watched Davy closely as he sipped his coffee.

“Thanks, Mum.” Davy said sarcastically. He poured a small bowl of cereal and opened the fridge to get the milk. They were out, so he turned back to his breakfast, picking a couple flakes up with his fingers and popping them in his mouth. He crossed the too bright room to the piano, placing his bowl on the top as he faced Peter.

Peter sat rocking, his shoulders hunched around his ears as he played and hummed, working out some time or another. Davy reached out and tapped his head to get him to look up. When Peter did, Davy put a spoonful of corn flakes in his mouth. As he put the spoon in, Peter was already changing the melody, playing “When I’m 64” by the Beatles. He laughed around his mouthful and sang “Will you still need me? Will you still feed me? When I’m 64?”

Davy couldn’t help but chuckle too. He ruffled Peter’s lovely hair and collapsed backward on the couch feeling like he wanted to peel his skin of. Could he not get warm? He wrapped a blanket around himself. Around this time the kettle whistled. He saw Micky moving to prepare his tea and spring up to make it himself. It was no offense to the others, but they couldn’t make a good cup of tea to save their lives. Davy seriously hoped that that would never have to come up in their crazy lives.

Davy retrieved the earl grey from the nearly bare cabinet overhead. He stood on his tiptoes, trying to reach Peter’s herbal, but couldn’t reach. He hated when the others put stuff on the top shelf.

Micky reached up and got the box of tea down. “Need a hand there, shorty?” His face contorted in pain as Davy kicked him in the shin. “Ooh ow.” He hopped around on one foot, clutching his assaulted shin.

As he prepared his tea, Davy felt Peter stroke his hair as he slipped in beside him to prepare his own cup. They stood quietly preparing their tea. Davy juggled the sugar and the blanket around his shoulders. A wave of chills hit him even as he could see his arms flushed with fever. He closed his eyes against the bright room. He could hear Peter moving beside him, picking up the mugs and nudging him.

“Come on, David.” He butted tue top of Davy’s head with his chin like a cat before crossing to the sofa.

Davy trailed behind Peter, not realizing he was shivering. When he sat, Peter pulled his into his side saying something about always wanting a cuddle when he wasn’t feeling well. Micky murmured something to Mike, mentioning Davy’s name, his whispy voice carrying but too quite to be understood fully.

Davy wasn’t sure how long he’d laid on the couch wishing he could fall asleep. Eventually Peter got up and Davy swallowed the space where he had been, smooshing his face into the cushions. The others must have gone outside because the pad was mercifully quiet. He drifted off.

Davy woke the work was dark all except a light on in the kitchen. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his bleary eyes. At his feet he saw Peter, asleep on his arms at the foot of the couch where he was propped resting his head and arms on the cushion as he sat on the floor, face turned towards Davy.

Smiling, Davy gently slid off of the couch, careful not to disturb Peter, and padded into the kitchen. Mike was there, brewing his first cup of coffee. The clock read 5:30 am. Davy rubbed his eyes again and gave a sleepy nod to Mike.

“He been there all night?” Davy asked, nodding toward Peter. His voice was soft a croaky from sleep.

“Yup. Trying to look after you.” Mike nodded then fixed Davy with a serious look. “You be careful with Pete.” There was a low level of warning in his voice. Mike knew how much Peter cared for Davy, and he wasn’t going to allow anything to happen to make him unhappy. Mike was fiercely protective of Peter. He was tired of watching the world hurt him.

Davy nodded. “I will be.” He said softly, not looking away from the sleeping boy. His shoulders slumped as he looked, he trembled slightly. How could Peter be so gentle? Why would he even look twice at Davy? Davy didn’t know, but was grateful to have such a friend. Well, friend didn’t feel like the right word. Davy didn’t know quite what they were, but he didn’t much care, he was just glad to have Peter for as long as he was allowed. Davy crosse back to the couch kneeling by Peter. He ran a hand through his hair and down his h Sh eek. “Peter, wake up. Time to go to bed.”

“David?” Peter’s voice was cracked and tired.

“Yeah, Pete. I’m okay now. Time for you to go to bed.” Davy smiled softly at Peter in the dark and put an arm around him, leading him upstairs. Though his head still swam and throbbed, he smile as he tucked Peter into bed. “Good night, Sweet Pete.”

Peter hefted a sleepy sight and closed his eyes, rubbing the fabric of Davy’s shirt between his fingers before his arm fell limp to the bed.

Shaking his head, Davy crawled to his own bed, still shivering a little, but allowing himself to watch Peter as his chest rose and fell. Davy counted the breaths until he fell asleep.

[C.C. Peter: I thought you did great, by the way. I wouldn’t worry about it. if s/he wants to be a sour puss, s/he’s just going to be a sour puss. Mike: It was good… That’s my girl.]

We see you two. 😏

im sorry your what

People who drink coffee: why did you start?

I don't drink coffee and I've never wanted to, but that's obviously ~not normal~, so I'm curious why most people do start drinking it.

Look at this perfection

Couldn’t help myself?

don't do that.

Here’s Some Better Body Goals than Hemsworth

Please stop comparing your body to Chris Hemsworth and the like. That is an extreme example of a lifestyle where an individual not only has the time to work out four hours a day, but also has a personal trainer and enough money to fuel an extreme diet tailored to their body type. It’s unattainable for most people. If you ever want to see what sustainable, healthy, strong, attainable bodies look like for men, I suggest you look at stars and heartthrobs from the sixties and seventies, when no one contoured or surgically tightened their abs. Where animation wasn’t used to beef up super heroes, and stars didn’t have to spend several hours every day working out, they were allowed to be healthy and strong without extreme methods. Here’s some examples!

Davy Jones was a young heartthrob in the 1960s, he was quite the lady killer and as we’ve seen was able to do some impressive yoga moves and such. He had a strong healthy body without the pressure to be “shredded.”

Sean Cassidy was a singer and actor in the 1970s who swooned fans of all ages. He’s a skinnier guy, but toned. His body is an attainable example of a skinny buff.

Bobby Sherman was a star and heartthrob in the 1960s, quite the handsome guy and a good middle weight example.

Hollywood and peoples’ standards seemed to have changed now, and you may feel compelled to slave over a perfectly chiseled Greek body with washboard abs and heart shaped shoulders, however the fans and others have shown that you don’t have to have an unreasonably defined body to be seen as hot and impressive. Here’s some examples from recent TV!

First up Joe Keery. He’s a popular choice for young and old fans of Stranger Things, he said that he didn’t have too much of a set workout routine, just lived a healthy active life, but that hasn’t stopped the fans thirsting after him.

Christian Kane, while this is not his most flattering photo since he’s in the middle of a boxing match on the show, is an extremely attractive man with a strong and powerful body.

Cooper Barns is a comedic star who plays a super hero, and has the body match. However, he is encouraged to have a sustainable diet and exercise routine to eat what he likes as well as doesn’t overclock the hours in the gym.

Now that you’ve seen some examples of strong, healthy bodies, you may have a better idea of what to strive for with your own goals, since these photos and bodies weren’t done with makeup, surgery, or editing touch up.

In media, examples of unhealthy and toxic images crop up everywhere, influencing our idea of a strong, healthy body and what is considered attractive. I encourage you to look to more realistic and unstaged photos (as in not a photo shoot) for better examples of what to strive for.

HOH Steve Harrington Head Cannons

A few head cannons about Steve’s journey (mostly based on my own development of hearing issues in my late teens). Let me know your own head cannons or experiences in the comments!

• Steve doesn’t really notice (or if he does he ignores it) his gradual hearing loss. He does notice he’s more tired and irritable and feels angry at everything.

• When his friends start to notice they tell him he had a “hearing problem” and he should see a doctor. Steve insists he does not. They argue about it a few times, Eddie stands behind him quietly and says “yes you do” and looks at Robin pointedly when Steve does not notice or respond.

• Steve’s hearing loss developed from a few instances; Nancy firing her gun in his vicinity, demogorgan screeching, Billy breaking the plate on his ear, and lastly and most effective being tortured by Russians.

• When he does eventually get to the doctor, they tell him he has moderate to severe hearing loss and it may get worse.

• People tend to think he’s rude since his eye contact is bad (they don’t realize he’s reading their lips).

•When he gets hearing aids, Steve chooses blue because he decided if people were going to see them anyway, he wanted a fun color.

• Steve gets so exhausted by the end of the day he sits at the kitchen island with his head down breathing heavy. Eddie, Dustin, or Robin will usually pick up after him, the shoes he kicked off and the keys he threw on the table that slid off, etc.

• Steve still like to order. If he is in the drive thru he makes the passenger repeat what the server said.

• He bought a motorcycle because he can *feel* the engine roar.

• When Corroded Coffin plays, they let him sit on or against the speakers.

• They all learn some sign. Robin loves it (the linguist) and complains about what a lazy signer Steve is. He finger spells too much and can be very bad at grammar.

•Eddie thinks the little sounds Steve makes when he signs are cute, but will never tell him because he’s afraid it would sound weird or patronizing.

• Steve always laughs when the others stomp up to him to let him know they’re coming.

•Dustin throws stuff at him to get his attention.

• His hearing aids are overwhelming and he takes them out constantly (he hates the arcade) but sometimes he loses them, and he tears the place apart looking for them in panic.

• DO NOT touch his hearing aids. Ever.

• Eddie let’s Steve touch his throat to feel him talking.

•NOTE: please never fake a disability or culture online. It’s not cool and can (intentionally or unintentionally) spread misinformation, stereotypes, and polarization about the group you are pretending to be a part of. You CAN do damage by faking any kind of culture or disability, even if it feels harmless. Feel free to make content starring people from diverse backgrounds and experiences, just always be sure to do your research and try to stay away from stereotypes and harmful messages/misinformation.

Times: Which of the Monkees are you closest to?

Tork: It’s different with each. Micky’s the best pal, but my heart connection is biggest with Davy. Davy is capable of as much heart as anyone I’ve ever met. I kind of had a crush on Davy for a while.

I’ve often said I loved, liked, and respected each of the other three Monkees in different proportions. What I don’t often say is that I loved David the most. - Peter Tork

happy “what i don’t often say is that i loved david the most” wednesday

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