#I just I can’t I don’t want anything else I just want the monkees

[thislovintime]

Photos 3 & 4 by Henry Diltz.

A look at Peter in 1967, through the lens of Flip, Tiger Beat’s Monkee Spectacular, and Teen Screen:

“He has this magnificently low voice and sounds about ten years older than any of the others. But sometimes, he acts about ten years younger than any of the others. He is not ‘zany’ however. Just kind of childish at times. He forgets that he is an ‘adult.’ I think that all adults do occasionally, because of the tension, and he certainly is under stress as much or more than other people. [...] He lives for other people, [to] talk with them and to be with them. He knows everyone in the world. Like when he goes to clubs and things, he spends most of his time talking to friends, instead of watching what’s going on. ‘Well, I just can’t ignore my friends,’ he says, but what he doesn’t say is that anyone he’s ever been introduced to his friend! You know how some people can always find something to say, like I never can. Well, Pete’s one of those. It’s not just ‘How’s the weather?’ or ‘Is it hot enough for you?’ And he remembers things. Once I was with him when this guy he knew very casually in the Village came up to him, and Pete not only came up with his name, but where he lived and who was at his house when Pete went to his party. (I expect him to say which songs they sang, too, but he could only remember a couple!) He has the proverbial shoulder to cry on. I don’t know why, but you just feel like pouring your heart out to him. Maybe it’s that warm smile. I mean, no offense intended, but he’s never come up with a fantastic solution to anything. He just pats you on the back and smiles and tells you that ’sometimes a disaster clears things up.’ And he’s right. He loves to tell jokes. And he’s very unhappy when you don’t get the point. His mouth does this great reverse smile, like a clown’s frown. He’s very serious about music, however. He won’t be content until they do something really special — ‘I want us to make a contribution to the music world, like all the big groups have.’
He reminds me of a cocker spaniel puppy, ya know what I mean? He’s so eager to please and excited when people are around. Then suddenly he’ll fall into a sulk or just a quiet mood and lay down his hands clenched under his chin. He’s the type of person that you worry about a lot and yet you don’t. That’s as clear as mud. I mean, you know he’ll be all right in the end, but you’re not too sure about the middle. Now it’s just dusty, huh? He tends to be gullible — a sob story will get him every time, but he manages to wise up. He’s the ‘flower child’ of the quartet — hip to love, peace, beauty and all that (not that the others are in favor of hate, war and ugliness, but you see what I mean). This ties in with his complete trust of his fellow man. He says, ‘If everyone trusted everyone else, then 99% of the people would live up to that trust. All kinds of crime and cruelty would be eliminated. No one would be saying, Well, I always knew he was a bad sort. Everyone would just expect you to do the right thing and you would.’” - Tracy Thomas, Flip, September 1967

“When he talks, Peter likes to sit cross-legged. This doesn’t have anything to do with meditating or yoga, it’s just that he likes to sit cross-legged. His piercing brown eyes focus intently on the person he’s speaking to. This is a quality Peter radiates… one of making others feel totally involved. He’s there all the time and you can feel him.” - Ann Moses (presumably), Monkee Spectacular, June 1968

“My first meeting on the set was with Peter, who is a nice, easy-going and friendly guy. I noticed that whenever Peter had a little time to himself between takes he would pick up his guitar and play for his own enjoyment and relaxation. In the show [‘Monstrous Monkee Mash’], Dracula decides that Peter had the perfect brain for the Frankenstein Monster. One that would be easy to control — but I found Peter in complete control of his brain. My own impression was that Peter is a self-made young man who is enjoying his success. And I felt he dressed not to please others but to please his own individual tastes.” - Ron Masak, Teen Screen, November 1967

[mickgaydolenz]

ive been thinking a lot about how my next 3 profection years + this one is and will be total chaos and depression for the next several years of my life. im not ready to relive traumas or potentially hurt someone or have to isolate myself in order to succeed. i saw an astro tweet saying mutable signs (gemini, virgo, sagittarius, pisces) will essentially be entering their villain era for these next three years of Pisces’ journey within Saturn and im noooooot excited about this. im just an innocent and petite 5’2 lesbian who is peace & love and wants to live a sillay life :,(( <\3

but this is why i love astrology, because as i was studying, i took notice to Peter’s 3H. this house became active when he turned 26 in 1968. this has his asteroids Eros, Pallas, Vesta, and *drum roll* Pholus! the 3H is a house of communication, small social circles, documents, and the overall mentality. if we know anything in Monkees history via ‘68, it was essentially Peter’s high peak, but also his breaking point with, y’know, *gestures vaguely*. he didn’t hit this again until 1980 where, if my dates are correct, is when he started seeking out or at least considering sobriety; rehab and AA centers are pretty small & intimate, which is what the 3H is all about.

while me & Peter have our Eros here (i completely get it. wanting to ******* **** your friends. total solidarity, brother), everything else is different, but looking to this and knowing his history made me feel a little bit more relaxed about me approaching these crazy parts of my life. Peter has always been incredibly good at keeping strong but it’s moreso because his 3H is in Capricorn, and Capricorn can endure a lot. my 3H is in Scorpio so it’s where the core of my mental illness lies, as this sign rules the psyche and is often pessimistic in its outlook. but Scorpio is also capable of enduring a lot.

thankfully, me and Peter are similar in our ways we approach crisis. it doesn’t make me feel so alone in this, and i don’t feel as scared now as i was before. if i need advice during this time then i know exactly who i can turn to, most especially spiritually. bring on the chaos, universe 😤💪🏻

okay kale i absolutely love the fact that you are so fucking level headed when it comes to all of this, like man look at you making all these connections and finding solace in the things you can’t necessarily be fully in control of. it’s really awesome though that this discipline can give you some insight into what you could be going through, it’s nice to have something to work off of to prepare yourself mentally and even better when you can see someone else who went through the same thing and how they managed to handle it. i dunno man, i love reading what you send because it really just is heartening to know that some things might be out of our control, and that’s okay because we still have tools to anticipate what hardships we could be facing and we are never completely powerless 💖

[tiredsadpeach]

In other news I just ordered some vinyls and a custom Diamond painting because I’m mentally ill

[the-acid-pear]

I didn't want to but my last post got so long Tumblr can't load it AFSGSGAHH so this is my second post bc liveblogging this manga is part of my personality now <3

From where i left,

I love seeing Shibukawa i hate knowing how that fight will go down tho </3

JACKKKK 🥺

Oh is that literally Andre the giant?

MOTOBEEEE 💞

THAT'S RETSU?! GOD I DIDN'T RECOGNIZE HIM AT ALL I-

KUREHA IS BACK TOO NICE

Katou baby you won't last

YESSSSSSSS YES YES YES MY SON.

Yeah and uh, Katsumi whatever.

BABYYYYYYYYY BOYYYYYYYYYY

Poor Kozue on god pugoygpgu

Toba 🥺

Kozue like 😨

Chapter 186

You don't know but like 2 days passed and i actually forgot what was happening VÑVPJOYG

I just remembered that scene in the fairy odd parents movie where the crowd goes OHHH AHHH

WHAT NUT?

I don't want to simp so early in the morning but UGHHH look at him!!

Hey has Baki always been doing the yujiro stand or is this new?

Feel you Mr Andre the giant i too have been told to not use my full strength. Though I'm just 1.60, my power comes from my anger issues and my god given right to kick ass

That's one strong kick

Rip the crowd n Andre the giant

Chapter 187

I don't think that's true Baki boy

That's a big number sir

I really don't care about this fight much at all surudtidkgxkhkdgksr

Poor Kozue man

Okay no apparently all cis men on the comments did want to become the string ???? Get help /j

Chapter 188

This is prob cool if you know who these people are. I unfortunately don't.

Look of bloodlust? He looks like the average fuckboy

YESSS BABEY LET'S GOOO THE GLASSES ARE BACKKK

Me watching the anime: omg that's so random why is he wearing glasses out of nowhere lol?

Me now (my brain is bigger): WOOOOOOOOO

I'm still obsessed with Toba's size

IFYOYDITDPUGPJG

Okay i had to google who igari was bc i wasn't recognizing him, now I'm cheering on him

This is gonna be a good one, hopefully

That was murder

DOPPO POG DOPPO POG-

Chapter 189

Hehehe this title sounds promising 👀

KSJSKSHSJS BRO 🥺

I really can't tell if he's scared of confident, i HOPE he's confident like, he's my pollo afteral (i make that joke in Spanish bc idk how to do it in English 😭)

Nice feet (See? No one can accuse me of having a foot fetish because no one reads these haha!)

I'm not gonna simp for 3 lines straight but i can't just pass this without saying how much i love how Doppo looks in this arc my man looking more precious than usual 😌🥺💞

Shout-out to the ppl in the comments wishing Motobe a happy bday <33

Chapter 190

These men just LOVE breaking fingers don't they?

It was a pleasure knowing you Motobe-san

I must say Doppo first watching the fights with Katou now with his son is like, super damn sweet like this dude is just such a Dad™

Sumo is such a damn cool sport tbh, i watched like one documentary on it once and nothing else but it's just like damn

NOOOUGHHH

MOTOBE IS FUCKING DEAD.

Lshekwhwksgskd someone was mentioning how they make Motobe sound like a badass but he loses every time and someone just responded "He's 50", which is similar to the justification i tried to give myself whenever Doppo kept fucking losing but then you have mfs like Shibukawa who is 70 and is just mad powerful KSVSNSH 😔

Chapter 191

Hehe the king ☺️

THAT WAS SO RANDOM AJGSJSGEJSG i love this mf

FUCK HOW SHORT IS RETSU OMG 🥺

1.76 HE'S SO TINY HE'S SHORTED THAN DOPPO OMFG

also if y'all wonder how I'm doing my jaw is currently trembling and i think i have a fever, but it's fine, we getting to 200 today boys

I really don't care much about Katsumi but he has a very shaped face i won't lie, his eyes are very pretty too. STILL DONT CARE BOUT HIM 🙄😒

They just throwing hands these mfs ffs

Katsumi that's a bit too far don't you think?

A fuckin pussy out sort of luck i see

Chapter 192

I hate smooth Retsu sm let him keeps his face wrinkles ffs

Obsessed with these lads

ANDRE MY MAN look at him

EVERYBODY IS GETTING IN THE WAY FR SPUGPYDOTSÑD

I love how these characters say <3

Fucked up to beat up a wounded man tho NGL :/

OH FUCK HIS ELBOW NO

Chapter 193

Idk man after 180+ chapters Retsu's body doesn't look that wild to me

I know he will lose bc uh, Retsu obviously? But man i really like this Russian

Kozue that's how every match is

Hhhh 😬

He's dead.

Chapter 194

OH MY GOD HIM AGAIN?! HHH FFS!!!

VAMOOOS KATOU

Hey they aren't doing the white lips thing anymore that's sick

Motobe Latino /j

OYFPUTDPUTDPUTDPID

NO MY MAN KATOU IS NO MATCH TO YUJIRO NO ONE IS NOOO 😢

Chapter 195

Monkee

MY BOY BAKI GETTING THAT GOOD OL FLASHBACK HUH BAKI PTSD MOMENCE

YEET

Chapter 196

LSHLSHEKEBSJSHSVS IM LOSING IT

Look at the cocky mf man sjsgdhd

I must say i love the progression of Baki's personality

ANDOOOO

Chapter 197

Katsumi is deranged

My health problems are solved btw

I honestly hope Katsumi wins, for the honor of shinshinkai exclusively

Doppo looks so proud of his son 🥺

These mfs so childish ffs

...how is he that small 😭

I really don't understand any of these people

Chapter 198

I love seeing Toba just around doing shit like yeah king you go. My nostalgia enjoys his presence

Toba king i don't want to see you on a wheelchair please-

Toba baby you are going to die and horrible death and i will hate to be the witness of it

LSHSJSHSKHWKSHS ???

He's dead 😔

SHOUT-OUT TO THE FUCKING ASSHOLE WHO COMPARED TOBA TO THE TERRAFORMARS ROACHES 😭😭💀

Chapter 199

Igari right? He's dead too. I have less doubt than anyone else, Hanayama is a beast.

THEHWHSHHS 😭 WHY DOES HE HAVE TO OPEN BOTTLES LIKE THAT FFS

Different? Idk man he looks the same to me

Chapter 200

Like it's not just brawling man if anyone the size and strenght of Hanayama did anything they would win no matter what, this mf is a beast

THAT'S SO MEAN THEY WERE SUCH BESTIES OUGH MY HEART 😢💔

I'm sorry, he's gonna get WHAT? 😳

Ndhskshskhdkd obsessed

THESE MEN OMFG.... IM LOSING IT

So glad at least SOMEONE is still a bro 😒

HANAYAMA BRO??? IM BETTING ALL MY MONEY ON YOU BRO PLEASE

Obsessed he didn't even realize

THANKS HANAYAMA PHEW I WAS GETTING WORRIED FOR A SECOND THERE!

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

And that's it for tonight, adiós

[willcwthewisp]

monkee see, monkee do | luce & willow

TIMING: before mother’s day. PARTIES:  @divineluce and @willcwthewisp. SUMMARY: two artists meet a new challenger. OH YEAH!

Washing her hands in the sink, Luce looked around at her cabin with a wistful sigh. She’d had a handful of tourists book it over the last few weeks, which was helpful. But, she missed living here. She missed quiet nights with Iggy, a fire in the grate, working on a new design or practicing some of her more precise manipulations of the flame. She missed the comfortable solitude of it all, back when she was… herself. Letting out a sigh, Luce locked up the cabin. But, instead of getting back into her Jeep, she went into the woods, following the familiar trails. She missed being able to just throw herself into the woods. But the forest wasn’t the same for her, not anymore. She’d destroyed it, burned it, had some angry spirit of the forest confront her with that fact. Maybe she’d go back to the grove she’d burnt down today. Check how it was.

As Luce moved deeper into the forest, the earth beneath her feet began to shift, becoming soft and loamy. Frowning, she glanced around and was startled to see-- “What the fuck..?” She said as a strangely animated looking river began to flow through the trees. Animated as in like, it looked as though a fucking 90’s Disney artist had drawn this shit. But the water soaking through her boots was very real. As was the scream that rang through the air.

One moment, Willow had been taking a solitary walk along the edge of White Crest’s Outskirts and the next she’d found herself careening down a watery pathway. The river had appeared out of seemingly nowhere, and the only warning she’d had of anything mysterious being afoot had been the sudden appearance of a cute, monkey looking creature. It had even been holding its tail between it’s little paws as if it were nervous or something of that like. She’d blinked, and next thing she’d known her clothes were wet, and she was sputtering amongst the throes of a gushing river. “Help!” she yelled out frantically. There was no reason for her to think that someone might hear her cries, but what else was there for her to do but seek assistance? The river wound its way downhill, and a nearly inhumane scream wrenched itself from her lips. “Help! I can’t- the river- it just-” For the brief moment her head was above water, she managed to make out a human shape along the banks of the water, and made her best effort to swim towards it. “The monkey! Where’s the monkey?!” Why she cared about a strange little monkey at a time like this, she couldn’t say.

As Luce watched the strangely textured water flow through the trees, she saw that there was a monkey creature, tapping its chin thoughtfully as it bobbed up and down on a flamingo inner tube that had the same dark lines as the water. “Fucking, of course. Saetimps.” She rolled her eyes before turning her attention to the woman who was yelling and trying to swim-- badly, it looked-- to the edge of the river. Gritting her teeth, Luce waded out into the water and held out her hand as far as she could reach, “C’mon, get over here! Before that thing whips out a shark or something.” She yelled. As she said that, she could practically feel the Saetimp’s eyes turn onto her and she watched to her dismay, as it drew a very Little Mermaid-esque looking shark that flopped into the water and began to swim towards them. “Shit, shit, shit, let’s go, dry land, right now!” She yelled, dragging the woman behind her as she pushed her way through the river back to the dry forest floor.

Willow grabbed for the other woman’s arm in desperation, clutching onto it as if it were her only lifeline in the world. For all she knew, it was. As she was yoinked from the river, her chest heaved with the effort of her panicked breaths, eyes almost impossibly wide as she watched the newly drawn shark circling beneath her and the other woman. “What’s wrong with it?” she nearly screeched, referring to the strangest monkey she’d encountered in her entire life. “Sharks aren’t even native to rivers!” she yelled, as if the Saetimp cared anything about that. “Or well- there’s a species of river shark but- that does not look like one of them!” Apparently the hell monkey took insult to this, and soon enough an accurate river shark had joined the other in the waters. But it didn’t matter anymore. Willow and the other girl had made it to dry land. “At least they can’t get us here,” the medium breathed, trying to catch her breath. “It’s not like they could grow legs or something.” Yet again, the Saetimp took this as a personal challenge, and in a blink of her eyes the sharks were suddenly crawling up the side of the bank, strange, arm-like legs protruding from their bodies as they crab-walked closer. “No!” Willow denied, as if she could forcefully put them back. “No! That’s not right! Go back!”

Holding on tight, Luce hauled the woman out of the animated rapids, shaking water from her face in an effort to get a clear look at just what was going on. The fucking Saetimp was watching them with that same stupid look on its face, tapping its paintbrush against the side of its inner tube. And when the woman spoke up, Luce’s eyes widened as the sharks began to sprout legs with hands attached to them. “You just had to fucking say something!” She said, glancing around them. The woods were thick with tree roots that made running nearly impossible. And the water, it was rising and rising. But, the Saetimp was still scratching its head as though it still didn’t like the scene it’d created. She’d seen that expression before-- not on a magic monkey before, but she’d seen it often enough. “Oh no! What would we do if there were attack hamsters!” She said, shouting the first thing that came to mind. Apparently, she’d spent too much time with Hamtarot, because that’s what came out. The Saetimp seemed just as confused as her, but suddenly the water was full of fuzzy creatures in mechanized hamster balls. The arm-legged sharks began to snap at the brightly colored hamster balls, distracted for a moment. “You got any other ideas?” She asked the woman.

“What?!” Willow exclaimed as the other woman spoke of hamsters, briefly looking towards her as if the unknowing savior had lost her mind. “Ideas? Why would I want to give it more ideas?” But as she watched she realized the hamsters had served a purpose, and the purpose was actually working out quite well for her and the brunette. “They...like the hamsters?” she asked with a nonplussed look on her face, beginning to connect the dots when it came to more things being drawn as a means of buying them time. “Oh...oh!” she began excitedly, trying to name the first thing that came to mind. “And if there were books with teeth? Ones that could chomp and crack hamster balls? That’d be really bad!” Sure enough the Saetimp began to draw just that, the books gnashing their way through the hamsters that were trying to make their way through the sharks. “Oh that’s...I mean they were a little cute, weren’t they?” she asked the woman standing next to her, suddenly feeling a little guilty for the little fuzzy creatures. 

Watching with dismay and irritation as half a dozen toothy books fell into the river, Luce watched as the animated little hamster balls began to sink in the waves. “No, don’t give it more weapons, Jesus.” But, it seemed as though it was working. The hamster balls were being crushed and the sharks were snarling, distracted by the fuzzy little creatures swimming around. Were they carrying tiny knives? Luce watched as one of the hamsters let out a tiny Rambo yell and launched itself at a leggy shark, stabbing twin bowie knives into the shark’s fin. “They’ve got tiny knives too. Wow. I mean, they’re cute if you like getting shanked?” Luce said, squinting at the very confusing fray. Meanwhile, the Saetimp had noticed that the chaos it had created had missed the mark-- it hadn’t killed either of them. Seeing the frustrated look on its face, Luce grasped at straws, “Oh boy, I’m so afraid of… the fucking… Kool-aid man! Yep! Super afraid of him. Boy, it’d be shitty if he popped up!” The Saetimp glared at her and for a moment, Luce was afraid that it’d just draw a pit with spikes in the bottom and she’d get turned into a kebab. But then, exploding out of the water with a loud “OH YEAH” was… the fucking Kool-aid Man. Looking over at the woman, Luce shrugged helplessly, “Listen, I didn’t hear any other better ideas. We can take the Kool-Aid man, right?”

Willow screamed as the Kool-Aid man himself popped out of the water, and her rampant telekinesis was quick to respond to the jump-scare of the century, even though she wasn’t realistically all that afraid of the oversized punch pitcher. One of the sharks was suddenly launched into the glass side of the Kool-Aid Man teeth first, leaving a shark-sized hole in its wake as red punch began to spill into the river. Sure— there’d been a couple of nightmares she’d had about him bursting through her wall as a kid and getting stuck in his big head of punch, but she was thirty-two now! She shouldn’t be afraid of the Kool-Aid Man. But he was just so big. Not to mention unpredictable. Nevertheless this felt like a victory for her four-year-old self. “Ah- if that’s what you meant by taking the Kool-Aid Man, sure!” Nevermind that it hadn’t exactly been intentional. What next? What else could they make this thing draw? Or maybe...what was the thing artists hated most? Ignorant critique, wasn’t it? Unfortunately Willow’s mean streak was about a centimeter wide, but that didn’t stop her from doing her best to frustrate the Saetimp. “You call- you call that a Kool-Aid Man?” she tried to goad despite her stammering. “My grandma could draw a better one!” She could have sworn the monkey turned a shade that was almost as red as the pitcher it had drawn, and in an instant it was trying to pop out another, better one.

Flinching at the loud shriek, Luce glanced over at the woman for a moment before a loud shattering sound filled the air. What the fuck? Had that shark just been yeeted through the Kool-Aid Man? What the fuck? Luce stared back at the woman-- was she some kind of psychic? Or, fuck, hadn’t Peanut done something like that before? A medium? Whatever, it didn’t really matter. As the woman yelled at the Saetimp, Luce rolled her eyes. At least the creature wasn’t bright, because it took the bait hook line and sinker. “Yeah, look at those lines! They’re so thick and wobbly, I wouldn’t even want that hanging up on my fridge!” She said, gesturing to the shattered Kool-Aid Man that was thrashing in the water, now being devoured by sharks. The river was still flowing through and the Saetimp was steadily being taken down stream, but she wanted this thing gone. “I bet you couldn’t draw anything with real detail. Like-- Like a yacht! You wouldn’t even know where the sails go!” Did yachts have sails? Who fucking knew, but Luce had a feeling the Saetimp sure didn’t.  

Willow laughed despite herself, the mental image of the mess of drawings on a fridge tipping her over the edge when it came to finding humor is as ridiculous a situation as this. And Luce had been right about the Saetimp’s lack of nautical knowledge. Even now it was drawing some sails attached to the smokestacks of a very strange looking yacht. “That’s not where the sails go!” Willow called out, trying to figure out how they might tangle this Saetimp in its own drawings. Would it just...get tired after a while or something? “Plus it needs bigger sails! Sails as tall as the trees!” Willow’s arms raised above her head as if she could personally model how tall a tree was. After all, it was a part of her namesake. “A big willow tree with lots of branches and birds, and- and monkeys!” Maybe a self-portrait would send the creature into a downwards shame spiral. 

It seemed like the Saetimp was at its last wits, creative juices sputtering out as it muddled its way through adding an absolutely atrocious willow tree, with lumpy, ugly monkeys with their hands fused to its branches. “Jesus fucking christ, that’s horrifying.” Luce muttered as she watched the potato shaped monkeys screamed angrily at them from the deck of the yacht/steamboat/pirate ship that was sailing down the river. Just as she was about to wrack her brains for more ideas to feed the Saetimp, she watched as the creature threw its paintbrush down in disgust and stamped its foot on the deck of the yacht. As it did so, the yacht continued to sail down the river, lumpy looking monkeys screeching as the boat disappeared from view. Luce sank to the ground and let out a long sigh. “Good fucking christ.” She said, wringing out her water logged clothes. “You good?”

Willow looked at the abomination of a creation in slight wonder, head tilted in interest as she tried to make sense of what the monkey had drawn. As she watched the monkeys with their hands stuck to the tree she felt a small stab of guilt in her gut. They weren’t...real monkeys in the way a normal one would be right? They wouldn’t actually suffer while being trapped against the tree? But at least the head monkey was gone, and the two girls could finally have peace. Except… “Isn’t the monkey and everything just going to run into someone else down the river?” Nevertheless, she settled herself onto the ground as well, suddenly tired after swimming in the currents of the river. “Um- I’m fine. Are you?” Now that the monkey was gone, she could recover decently well, instead of letting her panic overtake her. “Thank you though- for helping me. I’d probably still be going down the river if it wasn’t for you.” Willow’s doe-eyed gaze filled with gratitude as she finally took in the other girl, trying to figure out why she looked somewhat familiar.

“It might. But, I have a feeling that guy’s gonna be tired out enough after making all of that. He’ll probably pass out in a hammock somewhere.” Luce said as she squeezed water from the ends of her hair. She was really only guessing; she’d never really interacted with Saetimps before. Most of what she knew about them came from her general interest in the strange Fae when she was younger. But, she’d never really looked for them around town. “Just peachy.” Luce replied as she stood up, her clothes damp and uncomfortable against her warm skin. “No problem.” Luce said slowly, a bit caught off guard by the way that the other woman was staring at her. What, did the Saetimp draw something on her face? “I’m Luce, by the way.” She said with a nod.

“I hope so…” Willow trailed off, trying not to think too hard about the future harm the strange monkey could bring to people. It wasn’t as if she could do anything about it, anyway. She was no hunter, and she wasn’t sure she had the stomach to sign something’s death warrant anyway. Willow made her own efforts to get the water off her clothes, still disappointedly wet and dripping by the time she was finished. Shaking her hands with a sigh, she tried to look at the bright side of the situation. At least they were...in one piece? The girl's name finally struck the bell that had been faintly ringing in Willow’s head, and recognition lit her eyes. “Bea’s your sister, right?” She chose the phrasing carefully, knowing how annoying it was when people asked if she was Forest’s sister and not the other way around. “I was friends with her for a while until…” Forest had made a mess of things. “Well- it doesn’t matter, I just knew her. But really- thank you for helping me,” she repeated, already thinking about the pile of blankets she wanted to tunnel under one she got home.

At the mention of her sister, Luce’s eyes narrowed slightly-- not as harshly as they might have a year ago, but she was confused all the same. “Yeah. She is.” Luce said with a slow nod, now eying the woman with earnest. Blonde, honestly pretty basic looking, about Bea’s age. Which made sense if she said that they were friends for a bit. A girl on the cheer team? No, that couldn’t be it. Luce would have known her-- she’d “reluctantly” waited on the sidelines during Bea’s many cheer practices. She recognized most of the girls who’d been on the team back then, the result of stealing glances up over her sketchbook. But, this girl definitely wasn’t one of them. Hm-- “Hang on. You’re Willow, right? Fo--” Forest’s sister, she almost said, but caught herself quickly, “Finch. Willow Finch. You had that art studio in town.” She said, remembering how envious she’d been when the place had first opened.

Curiosity tempered slightly by how reluctant Willow seemed, Luce nodded again, “No problem.” She repeated. “I’ve dealt with worse out here.” She jerked a thumb over her shoulder. “I have a cabin up here. Do you… want to borrow a towel or something?” She asked belatedly, realizing she probably should have offered sooner. 

Willow shifted uncertainly under Luce’s gaze, not entirely certain what it was the other woman was looking for until she finally came up with the medium’s name. “Oh- yes! I’m Willow,” she realized sheepishly that she’d forgotten to give her name in return when Luce had offered her own. “Sorry- I guess I just got caught up in recognizing you.” For a moment Willow brightened at the mention of her studio, but an instant later the gleam had dulled into disappointment and regret as she nodded confirmation. “Yes- the one that closed a few months ago. It was the one with the gallery in the front, and then I had my studio in the back.” But that was long gone, a dream broken just like she’d broken that man’s arm. She was curious about Luce’s reasoning for asking after the gallery, but decided that was a conversation that could wait for when they were both nicely dry. 

A vigorous shake of Willow’s head served as her initial answer to Luce’s invitation, already feeling rather squirrly the longer she stood here with Luce, accurately aware of all the things that could go wrong if her telekinesis decided to flex its muscles. “Oh no- no, thank you. I mean thank you, but I really should go home.”

“Yeah. I just said that.” Luce nodded, a bit of her old sense of humor trickling back into her tone as she regarded the woman. “And don’t worry. Not a lot of people from high school recognize me.” She said with a shrug. She’d always been quiet in school and, outside of a few people she was friendly with in her art classes, no one remembered her as anything other than “Bea Vural’s younger sister.” A lot of people didn’t put together the fact that the moody girl who doodled in the back of class was now a heavily tattooed artist at Ink Inc. “It’s a bummer it closed down. I wanted to take a look at the gallery but,” Life went off the rails for the past year, “I never got the chance. Sucks, though.” She said offhandedly.

The amount of nervous energy coming off Willow was really something else-- Luce was distinctly reminded of the shivery looking Chihuahua on the old Taco Bell commercials. Raising an eyebrow, Luce raised her hands in surrender. “Suit yourself. Stay safe out there.” She said before heading back in the direction of her cabin, boots squishing noisily as she walked. It just had to draw up a river, didn’t it? Fucking Saetimps. 

Willow was trying to make sense of whether or not Luce was joking with a tired mind, deciding to play it safe and simply shoot the other girl a tentative smile. “I don’t think we actually went to highschool together. Just missed each other or something like that. And um- well it’s been a while, right?” She didn’t want the other girl thinking she’d been unmemorable or something as depressing as that, and she vaguely remembered Bea saying something about how Luce would be entering her freshman year once Willow graduated all those years ago. “Or...Bea is Luce’s older sister?” Willow tried to offer kindly with a gentle hint of a joke, knowing how frustrating it could be to only be known by a sibling’s name at times. A sigh of relief escaped Willow when Luce didn’t push the subject of the cabin, and she too began her trek home. “Thanks- you too!” At least the only things she’s thrown today were badly drawn sharks.

[razanartuk]

about me tag game thing

i was tagged by the wonderful @nothingunrealistic! thank you very much ily <3

under read more bc i was not capable of keeping my answers brief this time around

why did you choose your url?

this...was supposed to be a short explanation but it turned into quite a tale so strap in i guess because we are going on a ride. back in 2017 i was just getting into musical theatre rp and i was still feeling too shy to really talk to anyone ooc so i would just wait for people i wanted to interact with to post starter calls so i could just do things in character with them the easy way. So i did this with my friend cam, who posted a starter for me using a lyric from If I Could Tell Her. she linked the song so i could listen to it, so i did and i went ‘wait a minute, is that Ben Platt from Pitch Perfect?? (and other things too, but i only recognized his voice at the time bc of the acappella girl movies)’ and yes it certainly was.

i had zero idea what the plot of Dear Evan Hansen was about at that point, and for some reason based off Just That One Song and the poster art of who i assumed was Some Guy in a Polo Shirt i started to think it was about some jock guy who broke his arm and had an emo/goth friend who had either died or gone missing under mysterious circumstances. also i intuited that Evan had a crush on his friend’s sister but he couldn’t tell her that directly or his emo friend would kick his ass. so i was like mostly wrong, but a little bit right.

oh and i knew jared and alana were characters from the show bc cam said that they were i think?? but i had no idea what their role was. so after listening to if i could tell her, i listened to good for you and all i really got out of that was that evan the apparently not-jock guy had done...something... that really hurt jared and alana. and at that point i finally decided to go look up a plot synopsis and i found out i was waaay off base. but honestly this is why cast recordings should include scene dialogue in the songs bc otherwise you just get soundtracks like dear evan hansen where the songs have like. zero context. we really just go from waving through a window to for forever to sincerely me without like. any reason as to what is happening huh. It’s honestly not a surprise anymore that all those people on twitter had no idea the plot isn’t about gay teenagers.

anyways. cam was writing jared and she made a post at one point about wishing somebody would write alana and i was like ‘oh i could do that!’ (after i had actually Seen a bootleg and finally knew what the whole story was, of course) so i made a multimuse rp blog featuring alana beck, nabulungi hatimbi, chloe valentine and some other characters, and cam started sharing her headcanons with me that alana is trans, jared and alana were close friends when they were little kids but they sort of drifted apart as they got older and their priorities in life changed, jared was the first person alana came out to when she realized she’s trans, etc.

one night i started talking about wanting to pick a more theatre-relevant url for my blog and trans-[character name] urls were getting pretty popular, and at least 3 of the friends i made through rp had changed theirs to coordinating trans-[character name] and i think it was cam suggested i should make mine be trans-alana so i did. eventually i realized the unhyphenated version was available so i changed it to transalana with no hyphen and i have lived here ever since. sometimes i think about changing it but i feel like transalana has become a part of My Brand and i am not so great with coming up with cool names for things.

any side blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them

in theory, i have sideblogs... i don’t really use them, but of the ones i do have, there is:

emsbookblog - this was supposed to be where i would post excerpts of the book that i’m working on, but i think i did that maybe one time roughly 2 years ago and then promptly forgot about it/got nervous about my writing and was scared to share anything else. the rest of the stuff that is there is assorted writing tips. i don’t really know what to do with it now. i probably should post all my little thoughts about em and anita and caleb there instead of infodumping on my main from time to time, but if i do that then i have to promo a sideblog and direct people over to it which is always annoying to me when i could just do it on this blog which is much easier

dearnovelhansen - this is basically no longer used, but was a sideblog i made specifically to talk/complain about the novel adaptation of Dear Evan Hansen which was about 3 years ago?? maybe? i can’t be trusted to understand the passage of time. but to summarize: i thought it was an honor just to have the story be made more accessible since many of us couldn’t see the stage performance, but i hated a lot of the creative liberties that were taken. my main grumbles are that everyone who isn’t evan or connor is done so dirty in the novel. connor’s still kind of done dirty in the book, but not as much as like. heidi, alana, jared, and zoe are.

horseisle3 - this one was meant to be a place where i could just enthusiastically post screenshots from hi3, but instead it turned into a blog where i occasionally reblog other players’ hi3 content and bitch about how bad the game admins are bc hi3 is the tumblr famous (infamous?) homophobic horse game. the game where it was once okay to call your club store the gulag bc according to their head of hr, ‘it’s just a russian word for prison’ but you can’t say ‘im gay’ without somebody accusing you of corrupting young children who play the game. unfortunately there aren’t very many good interactive horse games out there, so this one is still about as good as it gets. it’s either that or star stable and i don’t care about star stable.

mlaenie - i’ve had this url saved for i don’t even know how long. way way way back in the day when i wanted to escape from the clutches of the onceler fandom i abandoned my first blog where i basically had an alter ego i guess?? and i decided to just be myself on the new blog. i don’t fully remember who came up with it, but one of my sister’s mutuals suggested that if you scrambled the letters in your name you could come up with aesthetic-looking urls. so lauren’s url became lrauen, and to match with her mine became mlaenie, which i abandoned on tumblr after about a year or so? but have continued to use as my main username on twitter, reddit, youtube, xbox, steam, and discord. i barely ever use any of these accounts aside from twitter, steam, and xbox, but yeah. so i’ve decided to try and turn this empty sideblog into a place for video game thoughts maybe. we’ll see how long it lasts this time around.

how long have you been on tumblr?

i made my first tumblr account in december of 2010, but i didn’t understand how to use it at all or how to customize my theme to look cool and unique so i quickly abandoned it. i made a new account in september of 2011 after some kids at school and my sister told me i should and i have been trapped here with varying degrees of activity/inactivity ever since. i have witnessed the rise and fall of the lorax/onceler fandom, hyperfocused on lord of the rings, star wars and back to the future all at the same time, and for the past 4 years i’ve mostly been a musical theatre blog with assorted other fandom stuff mixed in. i feel i have seen everything and nothing, but mostly i’m just tired and bored.

do you have a queue tag?

no bc i don’t use a queue. i’ve tried using it in the past but i irrationally feel pressured to sustain a coherent theme to queued posts and my brain simply does not vibe with that so i just don’t use it at all anymore. Instead i instantly reblog or post several unrelated thoughts in succession and then don’t post again at all for 3 days. the way god intended

why did you start your blog in the first place?

my very first blog was intended to be a place for me to post all of my petz 5 animals’ profile info, but i didn’t have any understanding of how coding worked at all and i don’t think i really wanted to learn, either. so it just sat there, unused. my second attempt at blogging was as a classic rock fandom person, so as you can probably imagine i was pretty pretentious about ‘modern pop’ vs the beatles, the rolling stones, the who, the monkees, and so on. and then i slowly devolved into a lorax fandom blog and everything went to shit so i made a new blog for lord of the rings/the hobbit which later evolved to include star wars and back to the future blogging. and then for the past 4 years i’ve been mainly a musical theatre blog with other random stuff i like thrown haphazardly into the pot. wonderful.

why did you choose your icon/pfp?

because my url is transalana and two of my most prominent lgbt headcanons are that alana beck is trans and a lesbian. i gotta be shouting out @kinqmike though bc she’s the one i adopted the trans alana beck headcanon from in the first place!

why did you choose your header?

in 2017 i was hyperfixating on Dear Evan Hansen (and Be More Chill, but there weren’t many gif-able videos then considering it ran for a month in New Jersey in 2015 and there was only one yet-to-resurface 35 minute bootleg) so i just grabbed a random gif off of google. i really should get to replacing it with a new header of my own though. i just don’t know what i should do for it.

what’s your post with the most notes?

i have lost track of how many notes it has (i think it’s somewhere around 200 now?) but when Will Roland and George Salazar performed Two Player Game on Good Morning America, i posted a screencap of their Jeremy and Michael along with that one quiz answer meme that says stuff like ‘i want to see it grow up healthy’. i didn’t tag it with any ship names or anything because i was anxious about having it show up in the tags, but somebody who reblogged it from me did tag it as boyf riends and i firmly believe it took off because of that. i don’t think i make posts that are relevant enough to amass thousands of notes, even by accident. which is probably a good thing bc if i did i would have to block so many of them.

how many followers do you have?

on this blog? 175 according to the counter. how many of those are still real people and how many are bots and abandoned accounts? i have no idea.

how many people do you follow?

i try to keep it somewhere around 200. i think i’m sitting at 180 right now but i kind of need to go through and clear out the really inactive blogs.

have you made a shitpost?

let’s think about this for a second. i’ve been on tumblr for nearly 10 years. you might even be able to say i’ve made more than one. they’re just not what you would call...popular shitposts.

how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ post?

that stuff makes me so incredibly anxious that i have to fight the urge to want to yeet my laptop or mobile device through the closest window whenever i read it, so i try very hard to avoid any sort of ‘if you don’t reblog this, i’m judging you’ posts. i find them very manipulative and not particularly helpful

do you like tag games?

yeah babey!! i just frequently forget to do them, but please know that if you have ever tagged me in a tag game i felt incredibly touched by the gesture and the @mention even if i completely forgot to do the thing afterward

do you like ask games?

i do! but also rip to literally anyone who has ever sent me an ask meme bc it takes me so long to answer them. i’m still working on a micro fic prompt from a few weeks ago. also, horrified to realized that it has in fact been a few weeks and not 3 days anymore.

which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

i don’t know that any are tumblr famous as a whole. but probably @neverheardnothing

do you have a crush on a mutual?

in any sort of romantic connotation? no. not that i’m aware of. there are mutuals that i have friend crushes on where i want to be friends with them but i get so anxious when it comes to meeting new people that usually nothing ever comes of it. i’m really not good at small talk or other casual conversation either which, as you may or may not be able to imagine, sucks. i just wanna skip over all of the awkward introductions and ‘hey how are you, how is life, what are you doing with yourself?’ stuff. not because i don’t care about it. i do, but i think most of my friends/the people i want to be my friends are also depressed and anxious so asking these basic questions about life tends to uh. make us all nervous. and i don’t do much with my life so i always have the most boring answers anyways.

i’m not tagging anyone officially bc the @ thing has just completely given up on me at this point, but if you want to do it, go for it. and then say i tagged you so i can read it c:

[clovermunson]

Fluff Alphabet: Barnaby and Rhia

oof, it took me months to get this done, and I should’ve had it done at least 2 months ago😂

everything is under the cut!

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

What Barnaby finds most attractive about Rhia is her sense of humor and how patient she is, how she’s always trying to lighten everyone’s mood and make someone laugh; how she’s always so calm and understanding towards him.

What Rhia finds most attractive about Barnaby is his eyes, not only for their deep green color, but how the light shines in them and how they’re so expressive, like they’re truly windows into his soul.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

They both do, but they agree to wait until they’re completely comfortable with the idea of it. That doesn’t exactly go to plan though.

Barnaby would love to have children as soon as possible, if given the option though.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Barnaby is always the big spoon. Rhia has tried to be the big spoon before, but due to the huge size difference between them (Rhia’s 5’2”, Barnaby’s 6’3”), it doesn’t really work that well. Barnaby’s naturally a protector, so he loves Rhia being the little spoon, and Rhia loves being the little spoon.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Most of their dates are spent taking care of their creatures in the creature reserve. They don’t really mind it, just as long as they get to spend time with each other. They’ve had a couple of fancy dates at Madam Puddifoot’s, but nothing really too fancy.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

Barnaby to Rhia: my everything, the light in my life

Rhia to Barnaby: my life, my world

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Rhia knew she was in love with Barnaby the moment she met him, quite literally. His goofy demeanor, he’s bright smile, his passion for creatures- it made it hard for her to believe he was a Slytherin and not a Hufflepuff.

Barnaby knew he loved Rhia as soon as they had their first date in 4th Year. The way she looked with her hair curled, her red and black dress, the way the moonlight illuminated the courtyard as they stargazed, she was perfect to him and nothing compared to her.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Due to his size, Barnaby knows he has to be very gentle with Rhia. He still gives her bear hugs though, as her favorite thing next to handmade Weasley jumpers are Barnaby’s bear hugs.

Rhia is very gentle with Barnaby, and very patient with him. While some people would be very harsh and rude with him, calling him things such as “stupid” and “incompetent”, she’s not and she often sticks up for him, as it’s something that makes her temper flare when others belittle him.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Usually, their fingers are interlaced. Barnaby loves his hand feeling as if it’s completey covering Rhia’s, it makes him feel like he’s protecting her even more than usual. Rhia loves resting her head on Barnaby’s arm as she’s holding his hand.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Barnaby’s first impression of Rhia stuck from the moment he met her. To him, she radiated a confident aura, but also a very kind, patient, and understanding aura.

At first, Rhia did think Barnaby was a little dense, but that quickly changed once she saw how much he understood creatures and emotions. When it came to feelings, Barnaby displayed a very high intelligence and it helped put Rhia at ease when she was finding out her feelings for him.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Barnaby is very easily jealous. He doesn’t like seeing another guy trying to flirt with Rhia at all, and even if he’s on the other side of the room, he’ll casually make his way over to her and wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

Rhia also gets jealous easily, but only when another girl flirts with Barnaby in front of her. If she’s sitting or standing next to him, they’re already holding hands, but if the girl can’t take a hint, Rhia will either kiss Barnaby’s cheek, or gently turn his head so he’s facing her, and she’ll kiss him on the lips.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

It’s always sweet little quick kisses with these two in public. It’s nauseatingly cute.

Alone though, it’s the exact opposite of sweet and quick. They snog each other like they need to other to live.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Rhia said it first. For the longest, she was beyond terrified to say it, but after a day of taking care of the creatures together, it just kind of slipped and she tried to play it off, but Barnaby heard it and was more than happy about it, saying that he loved her back.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Oddly enough, the Vault of Fear.

Barnaby never forgot how quick Rhia was to recruit his help, or how quick she was to save him, and felt as if he was in debt to her. Rhia never forgot how she mustered up the courage to face the Voldemort boggarts and save her friends. Sometimes, they both look back on the encounter and laugh about how Barnaby thought the boggarts were creepier as clowns.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Barnaby spoils Rhia like his life depends on it. Rhia never expects it, though she does like the thought he puts into everything that he gets for her, but she loves his homemade gifts more than anything else.

Rhia spoils Barnaby, but mostly with homemade gifts and baked goods. Barnaby loves sweets, so Rhia’s always baking cookies, cakes, and cupcakes for him.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

For Barnaby, yellow and red remind him most of Rhia. Yellow because of how she’s always smiling and happy, seeming as if nothing can bring her mood down. Red because of her passion and courage.

For Rhia, emerald green reminds her most of Barnaby. Partially because of his eyes, but also because of the mystery and elegance that the color holds, as well as the gentleness and calmness of the color.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Barnaby: darling, sweetheart, love, honey, babe, baby, princess, Emerald (due to Rhia’s Irish heritage)

Rhia: love, honey, sweetheart, babe, baby, goof, B, Barny (it started as kind of a joke, but Barnaby grew to love it)

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Vinyl records

The vintage porcelain teacup collection that Rhia inherited from her grandmother

Small woodland cottages

Old villages

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Mostly they just stay in bed all day enjoying each other’s company. Rhia would try and get some housework done, but she knows that trying to wriggle her way out of Barnaby’s grip is pointless, and she doesn’t really want to leave the bed either.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

There have only been two times that Barnaby has seen Rhia genuinely upset; once when she had accidentally insulted him due to being stressed over her N.E.W.T.s, and when Snape had died in the Battle of Hogwarts. Both times Rhia had been reduced to tears, and Barnaby was the only one who could console her by doing the only thing he knew would help; holding her and reassuring her.

The only time Rhia’s ever seen Barnaby genuinely upset was when she had accidentally insulted him, and whenever he was having family troubles. Usually, just her presence was enough to make him happy, but Rhia always went above and beyond, using words of affirmation and telling him corny jokes to lighten the mood.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

They’ll talk about nearly anything, even if it doesn’t make complete sense to them or anyone else who overhears it.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

For Barnaby, he relaxes the most when he can take a day off for himself and just snuggle with Rhia. The sense of her being his and that he’s the only one who gets to hold her and call her his is all the relaxation he needs, though he does loves a good shoulder massage from Rhia every now and then.

Rhia’s prime method of relaxation is whenever Barnaby plays with her hair. Something about it just puts her at ease and melts away her stress, and she often ends up falling asleep in his lap rather quickly.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

If Barnaby could do it without everyone calling him annoying, he’d never shut up about Rhia. He loves showing her off, and loves bragging about her accomplishments to anyone who could stand listening to it for an hour or so.

Rhia is proud of how intelligent Barnaby is with emotions and creatures, and how he’ll shamelessly admit it. It took a while for him to finally warm up to the idea of that possibility, but once he did, he knew that Rhia was right.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Barnaby proposed on Christmas Eve in 1991, at the Burrow. He’d planned to wait until Christmas Day when they would be alone at home, but he couldn’t hold in his excitement about it, so he took his chance. The setting was perfect with a good bit of snow outside, and the two of them were in the middle of a full-on snowball war with the Weasley boys. What Rhia hadn’t known was that Barnaby had told Bill and Charlie, and they somehow kept the secret. Even though Rhia cried like a baby about it, and the cold air made her entire face even more red, she said yes and the two were engaged.

They married on October 7th of 1992 at the Burrow. Rhia originally wanted their wedding to be held in the large field next to her parents’ house, but Molly insisted that they marry at the Burrow and not in a place riddled with hate and guilt amongst family members.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

My Girl by The Temptations

Ain’t no Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell (thanks to @catohphm for suggesting this one!)

You Can’t Hurry Love by the Supremes

How Deep is Your Love by The Bee Gees

We Belong by Pat Benatar

I’m a Believer by The Monkees

Heaven by Bryan Adams

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

It doesn’t take long after they start dating for them to think about marriage. Within maybe four months, the topic is already on their minds. With the attention that Rhia has drawn to the McCarthy name, Barnaby wonders if her having his last name would help to protect her from his parents and other death eaters.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

They both want pets and end up with all sorts of pets. Everything from kneazles to even muggle pets like dogs, they have at least one of. They consider the creatures on the reserve as their pets to, but in all honesty, their creatures and pets are like family to them.

[60schickgroovy]

Hot For Teacher

(Peter)

           It was the summer of ’69 and Jim wanted the Monkees to do a charity concert in LA, they were going to be the main event, but there were a few others; a dancing school, a puppeteer, the ladies aid society and one lucky school’s elementary choir.  Micky, Mike, Davy and Peter came to explore the decorating and preparations.  Micky went to play with some kids, Mike started talking with the sound crew, Davy saw a cute manager and got starry eyed and Peter was admiring the general splendor.  He saw the steps set up on stage where the school choir plus Micky were laughing and talking.  He also noticed the director’s stand. He picked up the baton and dropped his voice down. “Mr. Dolenz, at attention if you please.”  Micky noticed him and stood up with a goofy grin, the kids laughed and followed suit. They went silent but for a few chance snickers as he marched back and forth, “I expect complete discipline in my choir, I run a no nonsense organization.”  He stuck the baton up and pretended to poke his own eye.  The kids burst out laughing and Peter pretended to be angry.  “Dolenz! What on earth is this racket?” “Sir, I believe it is laughter, sir.” Micky saluted a few times and this brought on a fresh wave of laughter.  “Laughter?  In my troop? Augh!  This is outrageous!”  They were now laughing hysterically at the faces he was making and he was so into his act that he didn’t notice the change in their laughter or the fact that Micky’s mouth was hanging open.  “Excuse me.”

Peter cringed for a moment, then he whirled around and visibly started. Behind him was a woman in a flowy, yet professional, navy skirt suit, she was average height with a lovely hourglass figure, her light auburn hair was tied in a loose flowy bun with a few curly strands falling to frame her face, her startling blue green eyes flashed and shone like gems, she had a dewy roseleaf complexion and cherry red lips. Suddenly the lips parted and a lovely, musical voice said, “I believe that’s mine.”  He started for a moment, then realized she meant the baton and he handed it over bashfully.  “Oh, I, uh, of course, I’m so sorry, Ms.…?”  “Kennedy, Emma Kennedy.  Thank you, I hope the children haven’t been bothering you?”  “Oh, no, no, Ms. Kennedy.  I…”  “Good, well we had better start rehearsing.”  She moved past him and he felt as though he was letting his chance, his once in a lifetime chance, slip through his fingers.  “Wait, uh, Ms. Kennedy.”  “Yes?”  She turned back to him, not upset, but surprised.  “Um, I’m Peter, by the way, Peter Tork.”  He held out his hand.  “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Tork.”  She shook his hand firmly and he felt something… warmth… electricity… magic...? “Are you the children’s choir, playing at the concert?”  She looked confused, why was he detaining her from her job for this seemingly trivial conversation.  “Why, yes. Um, what is your relation to the concert?”  “Oh, we’re the band, the Monkees.”  He smiled nervously.  “Oh, lovely. Well, I’d better attend to the children. It was nice to meet you, Mr. Tork.” She shook his hand again and just like that she was gone.

           “Pete?”  “Peter?” “Tork?”  “Hey, Peter!”  Peter looked up from his barely eaten sandwich.  “What is up with you man, you’ve been acting awful strange lately.” Mike said to his friend.  He wasn’t wrong, Peter had been out of sorts for a couple of days.  “I know why.” Micky smirked.  “Well would you mind enlightening the rest of us?”  Mike asked.  “Emma Kennedy.”  Micky said simply and leaned back in his chair looking self-satisfied.  Peter tried to hide the blush on his face, “There’s nothing wrong with me.”  He said looking around, no one looked convinced.  “Listen, Pete, if you like this girl, you should tell her.  It’s no good bottling it up like this.”  Mike said.  “I can’t what if she hates me.”  He got up and started to walk away from the table.  “Hey, cheer up, big Peter.”  Micky said taking his shoulder.  “Yea, you don’t have to profess your love for her.”  Mike said with a chuckle. “Just ask her for a drink or something.”  Davy smiled. “No, listen, fellas I’m fine really.” He went upstairs missing the worried looks the other three exchanged.  

           Two days later the boys were scheduled for a rehearsal.  Peter was very nervous, he walked around searching the sea of faces.  They rehearsed and as they began to pack up their instruments he suddenly heard children giggling and saw lines of kids filing onto stage, he began searching around desperately for their teacher.  Then his eyes fell on the object of their desire.  Her red dress matched her lipstick today, her mary janes clicked as she walked across the floor and her skirt suit had a slightly lower V-neck.  He finally stirred himself and walked over to where she was organizing sheet music. “Ahem.  Uh, Ms. Kennedy,”   She turned around and his heart leapt when he saw the blush form on her cheeks.  “I don’t know if you remember me.”  “I do, Mr. Tork.”  She said.  “Oh, um, great.  Well, Ms. Kennedy, I was wondering, if perhaps, you would like to, go out with me for a drink… tonight?”  Her sparkling green-blue eyes widened and he felt his stomach clench as he rubbed the back of his neck, but he watched the sweet and gentle smile spread across her features.  “That sounds lovely.”  He struggled to hide the surprise on his face and this made her smile all the wider.  “Ah, heh, well great.  Please, call me Peter.”  He said.  “In that case, you can call me Emma… Peter.”  He thought his heart would burst from how hard it was pounding against his ribcage.  “Um, great. I’ll see you in a little bit, Emma.” He lifted her hand to his lips and placed a tender kiss on her knuckles before turning on his heels with a smile.

       She stood there for a moment running over the events of the last few moments. She hadn’t been able to get this man out of her head for nearly a week, one chance encounter with a stranger and now a date.  They had only met for a moment but when he touched her there was a magical warmth. He was unlike any man she’d ever met, but something about his voice, his eyes, his smile and manner caught her interest in a new and irresistible way.  She shook herself and went over to the podium, she gave the children a few instructions and waited for them to pull out their music.  Suddenly all she could see was the way his hair fell around his face as he stooped to kiss her hand, it looked so soft and silky and she had a strong urge to know what it felt like.  “Ms. Kennedy?”  She turned dazedly to the students and realized they were all waiting for her to start the number.  She checked herself mentally and managed to focus for the rest of the practice. Afterwards, she dismissed the children with a smile and went to organize her things.  She smiled as his face flashed before her eyes, the way he asked her was so genuine and unassuming.  She started to hum Harry Connick Jr.’s ‘A Wink and a Smile,’ as she thought of his cute expression when she accepted him.  Suddenly she was knocked from her daydream by a tap on her shoulder.  She spun around and blushed at herself, “Hi.”  He smiled, “Hi.  Are you ready?”  “Yes.” She said and picked up her purse. He held out his hand which she happily took and there it was, that warmth that spark, like magic.  

           They walked to the door hand in hand without saying a word.  He tried not to stare, but she looked so lovely.  He looked down at her face, the way her flyaway curls brushed her rosy cheeks and the flattered bubbly smile playing at her lips. She looked up into his hazel eyes, with edges crinkled in a smile, she couldn’t completely understand how he was feeling, that is part of the mystery of love, but she could see the sparkle and interest, she could tell that she was the object of the thoughts and desires running through his head.  No man had ever looked at her the way he was, even after long courtships, and the feelings growing in her chest were unlike anything she had ever felt before.  As they walked out of the building a passerby would have easily mistaken them for reunited lovers or perhaps newlyweds.

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*I don’t own the Monkees or anything else under their brand, I just wrote this story*

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Well, I finally posted it! Sorry it took so long and I hope ya’ll enjoy! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[smashy-headcanons]

Probably an odd question, but what do you think the speech patterns of all the characters are? Just the way each one talks and all that

I can’t promise I’ll do all of them or that they’ll all be good (mainly because talking about anything involving analysis of auditory speech isn’t my strong suit) but I’ll try to do a few of them.

Also my sibling @theirkenshavethetardis (who has said themself that they don’t really know a lot about video games) added some of their own headcanons, which I’ll post in the keep reading link below.

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(BotW) Link: He doesn’t speak, he mostly gestures and whatnot.

Samus: Pretty blunt and straightforward but not rude, will crack a sarcastic joke with a straight face.

Fox: Straightforward and focused, speaks more analytically than someone like Samus or Falco, and he tends to be more polite (especially towards authority figures).

Bowser: A bit more rude and snappy (as one would expect), he tends to talk big and exaggeratedly, and while he does use insults he doesn’t use them as often as others expect from him.

Ice Climbers: They tend to speak more politely and positively, and they often speak in unison.

Marth: Also polite, but in a more apologetic way; he tends to speak more negatively (but not in a “you must be fun at parties” kind of way).

Meta Knight: He tends to speak very formally, to the point where it takes someone a second to process the fact that he essentially said “I’m off to stab God” with different words.

R.O.B. (not legible by most people): Speaks literally and somewhat formally usually, but has wayyyyyyyyyyyy too much sass to be considered “formal”.

Lucas: Casual, he tends to speak a bit quietly, but he references memes more frequently than most others in Smash.

Wii Fit Trainers: They’re pretty polite, although a bit more serious usually–they’re not very formal, but you wouldn’t call them casual either.

Palutena: Somehow both the extreme ends of casual and formal, and serious and jokey. Graceful and divine if you’re not well acquainted with her, but the embodiment of chaos to those who know her well.

Shulk: Speaks scientifically because he is a scientist but also pronounces “sauce” to rhyme with “horse” like a wrong person would do.

Inklings: Use a lot of slang and tend to speak casually; they all also reference memes a lot.

Ridley: Manages to combine screeching with the speech patterns of the worst person you’ve ever met but like, somehow with everyone at the same time constantly.

Simon: Formal and serious and tone, and speaks with a mid-to-late 1600s dialect.

Sibling’s additions:

Mario: Talks quickly and gestures a lot. Gets loud without meaning to when he’s excited.

Dr. Mario: isn’t this just mario wtf

Donkey Kong: He Monkiy

Yoshi: Yoshi noises.

Kirby: Mostly makes baby noises. Occasionally references a meme. Once Sans got him to recite the entirety of Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up.

Pikachu: Mostly Pikachu noises. Uses emphatic gestures to get its point across.

Pikachu Libre: Pikachu but in Spanish

Luigi: I like to imagine him having a bit of a stutter, and that it gets worse when he’s nervous.

Jigglypuff: Jigglypuff

Peach: Her voice is almost musical. She could run an ASMR youtube channel in her free time if she wanted, and no one can prove that she DOESN’T.

Daisy: Swears like a sailor, which shocks a lot of people at first. She’s very loud and brash and brings life to any conversation.

Bowser: Yells most of the time without meaning to, but if he’s upset he gets very whiny and grumbly like a small child.

Pichu: Pichu

Spiky-eared Pichu: Pichu

Mewtwo: Mostly speaks normally, but occasionally finds an interesting word online or something and will use any excuse to repeat that interesting word because it sounds nice.

Mr. Game & Watch: Beeps a lot. The beeping intensifies with emotion.

Wario: Meme-loving fuck

Sonic: He has big ADHD brain and sometimes his thoughts are faster than his mouth, so he’ll trip over his words or say the wrong thing.

King Dedede: Occasionally he’ll forget a very common word and become frustrated, halting a sentence or conversation so he can try to find the word he was looking for. Often, he’ll remember the word hours later and shout it without context.

Lucario: Lucario (”You know Lucario can use telepathy right?” “Oh. What did I put for Lucario?” “’Lucario’” “No thoughts, head empty.”)

Charizard: Charizard

Ivysaur: Ivysaur

Squirtle: Squirtle

Diddy Kong: Is monkee

R.O.B.: He sure does beep a lot

Villager(s): When no one else is around, they revert to their true language: Minecraft villager noises

Wii Fit Trainers: Both have a hard time turning off their “professional” voice, and will sometimes say things like “Great job!” or “Remember to control your breathing” in contexts outside of fitness training.

Rosalina: She whispers her thoughts to her lumas, even when they aren’t thoughts she means for others to hear. This makes it easy to know pretty much everything about her.

Greninja: Greninja.

Duck Hunt Duck: Quack

Duck Hunt Dog: Boof

Shulk: Is really feeling it (They asked if Cloud was “the guy who’s really feeling it” and now insists that Shulk is just Cloud but younger)

Isabelle: Sounds like she’s in customer service, complete with “how can I help you today?” and “sorry for the inconvenience”, but that’s actually just how she talks

Incineroar: Incineroar

Piranha Plant: Mostly plant noises

Joker: Makes batman references because if he doesn’t, his name is a waste. No I don’t understand who or what this character actually is. Fight me.

Sans: Always sounds dead tired, even though he sleeps half the time. His puns are legendary.

[redbootsthetimetraveller]

I wanted to request the “OC dressed by other OC” things but you’ve got so many!!! And they’re all so cool!! Would you mind saying what some of your favourite ones’ styles are (i.e. mod, psychedelic, hippie, glam, etc.)?

Love your art❤️

oh I am always up to talk about my characters and thank you for sending this!! I appreciate these sorta things because it’s a nice message AND I get to talk about my characters which helps me actually figure them out lmao

and I know you’re asking for my favourites but that is subject to change and I want to talk about all of them. and I’m not entirely sure exactly what styles of dress they each come under but I’ll use the terms where I see fit, and I’ll just. ramble about their individual dress styles. that’s the same thing right!

this is gonna be long (spoiler alert: IT IS) so to keep things short for those who don’t want to scroll through a mile long post, I’ll put it under the cut

so I’m gonna start with the starstrucks because they ARE my like. main characters. I am planning something with them which is in its very early stages of development but I’m hoping that when things around me settle down I can work on it a bit better than what I have (but I procrastinate the things I WANT to do so we’ll see. feel free to nag me about it though)

roger claire: considering he’s like. the main-main character (not intended, that was meant to be snowy but HERE WE ARE) his outfits and style of dress changes a lot but also it’s not that creative for a lot of it. at the start he wears more mod clothing, but he’s not that daring since he is pretty cautious. he had a strict family. anyway around 1965 he starts getting a lot more daring and he’s definitely not an extravagant dresser he does know how to dress sharply despite that so you get things like his peacoat that I DEFINITELY didn’t copy directly from micky dolenz on the cover of more of the monkees, and that really heavily decorated overcoat that’s 18th-century inspired but also Groovy, y’know? that sorta thing carries over into the seventies where he pretty much wears shirts with the sleeves rolled up, light coloured trousers, and a few t-shirts because Variety™. haven’t really thought about beyond that but he’d probably dress like a cool dad

pete sutton: he’s got sensory issues so he’s even MORE cautious in dress style than roger. main thing is turtlenecks though. and a lot of purple. there’s a quote about ray davies being the kink most likely to wear a tie offstage and I think pete’s the starstrucks’ equivalent

snowy smith: he’s got the most defined wardrobe out of the lot of them! black-and-blue striped jumper, a black peacoat, blue jeans, blue-green shirts, his leather jacket (which has blue-violet stripes on it so it’s unique from the million other jackets I draw) since he’s definitely on the rocker side of things and cuban-heeled beatle boots he doesn’t need since he’s already 6′1

charlie morris: REALLY mod. at the start of the story he has a collarless jacket with pink trimmings. his colours are yellow and green but I also always end up drawing him in red

davey peacock: mod, but the mod that your parents approve of. does get a bit more adventurous when his uncle, the manager, gets fired, and I gave him a union jack jacket like pete townshend had at some point lol. he also gives hippie clothing a shot around 1968 and in the eighties he has a mullet and not a good one

rory locking: SO MUCH ORANGE. aviator sunglasses, collared shirts with the first two buttons undone, his kinda short jacket that’s plasticky leather with a fluffy lining (those style jackets have a particular name don’t they? I can’t remember it) but like. there’s so much orange. why did I do that my markers are dying

mick lily: light was denim. that’s about it.

next we have the midnight delusions

jimmy jade: scarves. he has a gold embroidered black suit that I’ve drawn a couple of times and ALWAYS regret it because OW, pink, and a lot of black

teddy van alst: he has a leather jacket. wears interesting trousers and really plain shirts typically. he’s the one with the cool glam makeup even though it’s 1966 and glam isn’t exactly a thing yet. he’s a rocker though

arthur floyd: has a leather jacket like his bf teddy! it has roses embroidered on it. he has a rose sorta aesthetic going on, along with the blue-and-gold star outfit that I drew him in a couple of times. he’s sort of a carnaby street mod if that’s a thing lol

lucky littleproud: gonna be real with you he’s boring he wears colourful shirts and trousers that’s about it. I haven’t worked on him much :(

peter morrison: between hippie and mod. definitely more on the hippie side compared to his sibling

stevie maple (counting him here even though he kinda isn’t a Member): textured shirts, he’s more of an american mod. considering he IS american (unfortunately)

all of those side characters I have absolutely no idea how to group but are part of the same story as those two bands:

sylvia chase: mod, but she also doesn’t put much effort into her appearance. that’s the best way to describe her style

holly keys: she’s a model so literally whatever is the ‘hottest’ trend

james cassidy-bell: he dresses like brian jones in the early-mid sixties

katherine robinson: mod, and then the most avant-garde things she can find if she’s going in public. and a lot of red lipstick (that’s her Thing)

morgan morrison: MOD but also like that sorta soft aesthetic thing that was popular in like. 2017. because why not am I right

christopher goldstein: he is also a model but I draw him in really dandy-ish stuff a lot. him and jimmy sorta have a prep/goth dynamic going on

and that’s about it for the characters who really are gonna appear often enough to bother describing their dress styles! moving on now

keith neptune: band tshirts and anything with patches on it.

nico (haven’t come up with his surname yet, if y’all have suggestions I’ll take it): baggy jeans, sneakers, baggy tshirts, and has a denim vest with patches on it but Different types of patches to keith. if keith has the sorta etsy partches nico has ‘I pickpocketed these from a bikey who hasn’t showered in a month from a servo in the middle of nowhere’ patches

grey: they have a brow leather jacket that I think was inspired by jim morrison, a stamp out the beatles jumper, and a really big and motheaten black woolen jumper which they wear with beatle-boots, a white collared shirt, and like. not black jeans but very desaturated blue jeans that happen to be very dark

jude anne sutton (yes I know she and pete have the same surname they’re not related they’re in different universes): mod. enough said

rene shannon: mod but boring. he’s Repressed y’know

leslie (I’m gonna change her surname lol): honestly mainly shift dresses and that one really simple black-and-white dress, and their ripoff black watch tartan jacket, and tall boots.

danny: honestly? he dresses like a mod but at heart he’s a rocker. he’s a rocker who washes

that One character I won’t name: it’s complicated. he goes from trying to be a teddy boy with the rest of his friends and then it goes a little wrong and they fight about it and then they discover early rocker culture and he sticks with that for a while and then starts dabbling in more mod stuff and then DEFINITELY his style changes into the dandy stuff of the middle of the sixties. you know the stuff I’m talking about. and then he’s a hippie for about two seconds and goes back to dandy stuff but throws a few of his old rocker pieces back in. THEN he has a breakdown and fucks off to america for three years (returning home like twice for two days before fucking off again) where he’s got a peacoat, his old leather jacket, a turtleneck, a few shirts, and two pairs of jeans. that’s it. for three years. and workboots obviously because he’s trainhopping. I have that part very worked out as you can tell!

harper (character I have sketched exactly Once but have his style very sorted out): he starts off pretending to be a teddy boy in the way that a fifteen-year-old with a highly overprotective and lowkey horrible mother would probably be. he is also kinda Broke for that exact reason. and then he and the above character get into more rocker stuff and that’s probably where the two drift apart and where rene/jude/leslie/whoever else I may come up with would come in

anyway!!! I think that’s every character I have a defined style for. some of it’s a little hard to explain but I hope this cleared things up. I have also had a migraine for most of today so my ability to use words is extra impaired lmao!

and I’m so sorry for just. rambling. but I do have a lot of characters and I love them all so much and I’m so happy you like them too!!!

[ohblackdiamond]

little t&a (gene/paul, nc-17) (part 24 of 29)

part 1   part 2   part 3   part 4   part 5   part 6   part 7   part 8   part 9   part 10   part 11   part 12   part 13   part 14   part 15   part 16   part 17   part 18   part 19   part 20   part 21  part 22   part 23   part 24    part 25   part 26   part 27   part 28   part 29  

Four weeks before KISS gets back on tour, Gene discovers that Paul’s been cursed by a groupie. For the sake of KISS’ finances, Paul’s comfort levels, and Gene’s libido, this crisis must be resolved. Sexswap fic. In this chapter:  Paul has a mild crisis of fear; Gene decides to get some air and think things over.

           It was a pretty good time overall. Paul hadn’t expected to feel much—the groupies he’d done it with had definitely never gotten off during the act—but he did get twinges of warmth whenever Gene groped and pressed his breasts together himself, just enough for some squirming. It’d been oddly intriguing to watch Gene, intriguing and a little intimidating. Gene wasn’t really trying to bear down on him any more than he had to, but his physicality and heft hadn’t ever been more obvious than while Gene was straddling him, dick between his breasts. Paul wasn’t petite, either, even now, so he couldn’t quite picture what a real girl, someone little like Carol, must’ve thought while fucking around with him.

           It hurt to consider someone else in his place. But someone else was going to be there. A whole bevy of interchangeable girls that Gene could get to do just anything at all, instead of someone too scared to even let him get in a proper lay yet.

He let Gene come across his cleavage and neck, undoing the point of the shower earlier, instead of sucking him off to finish. He started to get up after, to at least get a towel for himself, but Gene eased him back down by the shoulder, shaking his head.

           “You stay. I’ll get you cleaned up.”

           “My hero,” Paul quipped dryly, but his face felt warm. Gene got up and retrieved a damp washcloth from the bathroom. Gene wasn’t delicate about it, didn’t treat him like he was fragile, but he was thorough, careful. Surprisingly so, for a guy that was so remiss with his own personal hygiene. The rub of the cloth against his skin, more what it signified than how it felt, was enough to get Paul’s heart pumping, nipples stiffening up long before Gene teasingly traced a clean edge of the towel over them.

           “Turn your head a little. You’ve got some of it in your hair.”

           “That’s your bad aim.”

           Gene laughed softly.

           “Turn a little more.”

           Paul hesitated, barely inching his head a bit further to the right. He knew instinctively that his hair was covering up his ear, that Gene wasn’t able to see anything from his angle, but it didn’t keep his tension at bay. If Gene noticed, he didn’t mention it, wiping the smear of semen out of his hair without a word. Just as kindly as he had wiped away the vomit last night. Paul felt so warm, so full. Undeserving of any of it. Gene leaned in, probably trying to make sure he’d gotten it all—but then their lips met instead. Paul couldn’t help himself, reaching out to grasp the sides of Gene’s face, urging him in closer. Within a few seconds, the washcloth ended up abandoned on the side of the bed, Gene going from leaning over him to pressed against him, their bodies flush. His skin was hot against Paul’s. Gene wasn’t hard again yet, but a little more time and teasing and it wouldn’t be long, not at all, it wouldn’t—

           Paul was about to give in. Just on the verge of it. His legs felt like jelly, and he was wet again, almost embarrassingly so. It was only when Gene started to pull back that he remembered himself again.

           “You ready?” Gene said.

           “I…”

           “You don’t have to be.”

           “I’ve got to be sometime.” It felt like he was trying to convince himself, like the mumbled words of prayers he’d never memorized. “I know I’ve got to. I know we can’t keep on like this.”

           Gene didn’t say anything for a few seconds. His brows were furrowed as he started to sit up. Paul grasped his arm.

           “What do you want to do, Paul?”

           Paul hesitated.

           “I don’t know.” He watched Gene’s face carefully, expecting to watch it cloud with disappointment, and then he added, “Maybe we should stop for tonight.”

           “Okay.”

           No arguments at all. Gene didn’t try to coax him into anything else, shifting off of him and pulling back the covers to properly crawl into bed. He didn’t even ask for an explanation. Sickly, Paul wondered if Gene was relieved. Wondered if it was just confirmation of what he’d known all along. Gene wouldn’t want him after. Couldn’t possibly.

           Part of him wanted Gene to push, or at least look disappointed. Part of him wanted to take it back, contrary as that seemed. But take it back to what, another round of oral? Gene would have to get tired of that at some point, if he wasn’t already. It wasn’t good enough. It just wasn’t good enough.

           “Are you okay?” Gene again, quiet. “Look, if you want to talk—”

           “I’m fine. My back hurts.” Abruptly, Paul realized that sounded almost as textbook as the old I-have-a-headache that he’d assumed was the rallying cry of housewives everywhere. “Lemme go take something for it. Maybe watch some T.V. I’ll be back in a bit.”

           “Okay.” Gene pulled back the covers on Paul’s side as soon as Paul got up. Paul could feel his eyes on him as he shrugged on the bathrobe from earlier and started out the bedroom door. “I’ll be here.”

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           Lousy as it sounded, his back really did hurt. It had been hurting all day. He wasn’t sure why, but he suspected it had more to do with spending over a week now with tits than anything else. He wouldn’t let himself really consider the other possibility, the one involving the box of Kotex still at the bottom of that paper grocery bag in the kitchen. The one he pushed to the side as he dug through his medicine cabinet, coming up with a few bottles of uppers, Tums, and Pepto-Bismol before finding some Tylenol. He swallowed down two with half a glass of water, and then he sat down at the kitchen island, tying and retying the sash of his bathrobe. Fiddling with the bow, making it perfectly even, then uneven. Tying it in a hard knot just so he could waste time and nerves untangling it. It wasn’t helping. Just a distraction.

           He’d known he couldn’t be a real girl for him. But he’d wanted to try. He’d wanted to keep that interest going as long as he could. He didn’t want to be in this body forever, but he didn’t despise it any more deeply than he despised how he really was. Another couple of days wouldn’t damage his psyche any. Maybe just the sheer fact that it wouldn’t hurt him was another testament to how little really defined him as a person.

           Except Gene had kept him, ultimately, from facing much of what actually living as a chick was really like. And the tour was an inevitability to be dealt with. Bill and Sean would start making police inquiries if his own parents didn’t. Every day would force his hand a little further, and provide for more disastrous fallout once he finally decided to go through with it.

He tried to tick off all the things he’d give up if he kept putting it off. If, even worse, he opted to just try to stay this way for as long as he could. There was the roar of the crowd, the only thing in his whole life that had ever made him feel like he might be okay, besides Gene. There was his money, his car, his lifestyle. His family. He couldn’t—he couldn’t turn his back on all that for something as stupid as wanting to hold on to Gene for just a little bit longer.

           He left the kitchen after a minute or two more and slunk down the stairs as quietly as possible. His overblown record collection greeted him again, though the whole effort looked foolish now, without Gene to show them to. His gold records on the wall. The People’s Choice award for “Beth.” He read over each inscription like it was the first time, trying to engrave it all into his brain—there, that’s what you’re giving up. That’s what you’re making everyone else give up, too, every day you put this off. People who had nothing at all to do with it. Ace and Peter. Bill and Sean. Dozens of roadies. Even the girls that helped run the KISS publicity machine. Out of a livelihood if Paul decided Gene’s attention was more important than the band. Because Paul didn’t believe Gene would ever want him like he really was.

           He yanked an album off the shelf almost blindly. More of the Monkees. Christ. He put it on the turntable anyway. He’d been way too old to enjoy the show when it had come on, too old and too enamored by the Beatles to be interested in an American rip-off, but the songs had been a guilty pleasure. Another influence he couldn’t point to. Gene could talk about Pinocchio without losing any confidence at all. Paul always had to play pretend with everything. Everything. Had to hide behind Starchild just to get onstage. Had to hide behind Gene just to find out how to break the curse. Worth nothing on his own merits. Sense of self all shot to hell. Moldable. Desperate.

           He wanted, not for the first time, to talk to Dr. Hilsen. As if Hilsen would even believe him, and as if Hilsen would really guide him if he did. He’d think Paul had finally cracked up just like Julia had. It had just taken him longer. Two spoiled rotten, fucked-up kids with no right to be fucked-up at all. No right and every right. The same thing was wrong with both of them in the end.

His breaths hitched like he’d been running a marathon. There was a pain somewhere new and untraceable in his gut.

           He snuck back upstairs before he’d gotten more than halfway through the B-side of the record. Gene was still there, and just awake enough to shift a little when Paul slipped back into bed. But Gene was facing the other side, covers swaddled around him, and Paul didn’t feel like trying to worm his way back into his arms.

           He lay there instead, watching the alarm clock on the nightstand, the tick not nearly enough to drown out the slight sound of Gene’s breaths, or the blood dully pounding in his ear for hours as he finally fell asleep.

--

           Gene got up early the next morning. He checked on Paul, who was still shifting and wriggling in his sleep next to him. The dull morning light barely played off his face, a face that was, honestly, more similar to the one in the photos than it was different. He didn’t have that peaceful look to him right now. His hand wasn’t between his legs this time, either.

           Gene pulled on the jeans he’d borrowed the day before, and then, thinking better of it, took them off and put on a pair of Paul’s sweatpants instead. Bummy enough that he’d never be recognized when he went out. He borrowed another of Paul’s shirts—this one was an old flowery one he remembered Paul wearing while KISS was still just Wicked Lester. Then he retrieved the paper from the front porch, read a few of the sections, and then just stuck them on his side of the bed.

           He needed to clear his head. He needed to make a decision. Ultimately, it was up to Paul, but he had a part in it, too. Paul’s words in the rowboat kept rattling in his brain. They hadn’t been the tease he’d probably meant them as. More of a plea.

           Do I have your heart yet?

          Paul hadn’t had the guts to wait on an answer. Gene hadn’t had the guts to give him one.

           Did he have Paul’s heart? That wasn’t even a question. Mary-Anne at CBGB, who’d rescued a rockstar without even knowing it, had answered it for him. She’s yours. Yours. Gene had never thought of Paul as belonging to anyone. He wasn’t even comfortable enough to belong to himself. And yet—

           I want to belong somewhere.

            I wanna be with you.

           He ripped a clean piece of paper from one of Paul’s sketchpads, found a pen by the nightstand, and scribbled a note.

           “Paul—went to pick up food for us & clothes from home.”

           He skipped a couple lines, staring at them, wondering if he needed to add something dirty or witty, and in the end he settled for neither.

           “Be back soon. Gene”

           It didn’t quite seem sufficient. Paul had been oversleeping almost every morning; he might not even wake up until after Gene returned. But this whole time, Gene hadn’t gone anywhere without him. He considered it some more, and then stuck another few sentences in the lines he’d left blank:

           “I wanted to buy you some real groceries.”

            You’re always eating sandwiches when you’re at home by yourself, he wanted to write next. You’re still doing that. You worry too much. But all that sounded so weirdly doting that he dismissed it before his pen met the paper again.

           “Will try to bring you back some matzo ball soup, too. but only if it’s good. Jewish delis aren’t like they used to be.”

           That accomplished, he set the note on the bedside table, covering up the alarm clock. Paul’s bathrobe was on the floor, and he picked it up and, in an odd moment, started to put it in the hamper. Peeking out from inside the basket were most of their clothes from the last few days. Paul’s random array of t-shirts and boxers, the jeans he’d bought, the shorts from that first night at CBGB.

           There was a napkin in the pocket of the shorts. He tugged it out just from pure curiosity, but he only found where Mary-Anne had scribbled Carol’s old address. Their first dead-end. Gene shook his head, sticking the napkin in his own pocket, not sure why. The napkin seemed to burn there, bothering him even twenty minutes later when his driver pulled in and gave him the old, tired where-to.

           “Well…”

           Gene’s first instinct was to tell him to drive to the nearest grocery store. His second was the nearest Jewish deli. But something weird and strange made him push the napkin into the driver’s hand instead.

           “You want to go there?” The driver cocked his head. “I know where those apartments are. That’s a crappy part of town—it’s all fucking crappy these days, but man—”

           “I’ve lived in worse.” Gene exhaled. “Take me over there.”

           He nodded, apparently opting not to argue further. A few minutes stretched out along the highway before the driver spoke again.

           “Where’s the girl?”

           “Paul.”

           “Figures.” A snort, and then he adjusted his mirror. “He always gets the pretty ones.”

[ladylillianrose]

Take a Chance on Me, a Zoey Clarke/Max Richman fic

Zoey receives an evening visitor and an important conversation is finally had!

A/N: This is it gang! Thank you all for reading, commenting and enjoying this! As always the characters belong to the wonderful Austin Winsberg. I'm just borrowing them! You guys have been so wonderful and I love you all for it!<br />

The song used is "I'm A Believer" by The Monkees

Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Zoey was relieved she had listened to Tobin and left work early.

She had taken a nice long soak in her tub with a glass of wine to help her relax. 

And now she was curled up on the couch with a pint of her favorite ice cream mindlessly watching whatever was on TV. Trying to focus on anything but the disaster of a kiss that had happened earlier.

She heard a knock on the door.  "Go away Mo. I don't want to talk about it tonight…"

"Umm it's not Mo…" She heard Max's voice through the door and froze.

What was Max doing here? Was she going to have to do this now?

"Zo please let me in, we need to talk," he pleaded.

She slowly shuffled to the door and let him in.

He stood there awkwardly with his hands in his pockets. "Hi," he said softly.

"Hi," she replied, heading back to the sofa, refusing to look at him.

He followed, taking a seat right next to her.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Zoey asked, attempting to keep her voice light.

"Zoey will you look at me….please?" Max begged.

It took all her strength to lift her head and look him in the eye.

Max smiled sadly at her, "We're quite the pair aren't we?"

Zoey nodded, unable to say anything around the lump in her throat.

"Zoey, what was that about earlier? One minute you're kissing me and the next you take off running. You wouldn't answer my calls. The only way I knew you even made it back to work was because Tobin told me."

Zoey looked shocked. Tobin had seen Max and told him where she was…

"Yeah imagine my surprise when he comes up to the 6th floor and tells me we need to talk."

She laughed, "Sure he wasn't there for the food?"

"No, well okay yeah he came for the food. Dude filled a bucket with cheese fondue, but not before we talked.”

Max ran his hand through his hair nervously. “He told me how things have been since I left, how down you’ve been. He said if I knew what was good for me then I would come over here right now and fix things."

Zoey gaped at him. "He said that? See, I told you he has feelings!" She poked Max in the arm insistently, awkwardness momentarily forgotten.

Max laughed, " You did…Zoey what happened earlier…"

"Was a mistake…" she mumbled.

"Oh…" Max said sadly.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have just kissed you like that. You didn't kiss me back and I was so embarrassed that I just took off...and now I've messed things up even more between us…." She rambled, trying to keep the tears out of her voice.

"Woah wait a minute! You took off because I didn't kiss you back?" Max interrupted.

Zoey cringed, "Well yeah, obviously you've moved on…"

Max grabbed her and kissed her, stopping her train of thought immediately. 

Max was kissing her, really kissing her! She grinned against his mouth as she wrapped her arms around him, losing herself in the taste and feel of him.

She gasped as he pulled away and began trailing kisses down her neck.

"Wait Max," she heard herself say. "What…" she let out another moan as he bit her earlobe. "I can't concentrate when you do that," she whined.

Max chuckled continuing his exquisite torture, “That’s the idea my love.”

"L-l-love?" Zoey managed to stutter out, as he moved to the other side of her neck repeating his ministrations.

Max pulled back and looked her in the eyes. "Of course love. Don’t you know how completely in love with you I am?"

Zoey’s eyes shone with tears as she shook her head. “Then why when I kissed you did you not kiss me back?"

Max laughed, "I didn't kiss you back because I was so surprised that my brain stopped functioning!"

"Wait, what?"

"It's not everyday that the woman you’re in love with does the one thing you’ve been dying to do forever."

Zoey blushed, he was so open with his feelings and affections. It was one of the things she loved about him.

"So you're saying my kiss melted your brain?" she grinned.

"Oh absolutely! By the time I realized what was happening you had taken off running."

She blushed, "Not my finest moment."

Max brushed a curl off her face, "It brought us here, and that's all that matters. Never doubt how much I love you Zoey.”

Zoey leaned her face against his hand.  "I love you too Max."

Max's eyes brightened and a huge grin broke across his face.

He stood up and Zoey heard the beginnings of a heart song.

I thought love was only true in fairy tales

Meant for someone else but not for me

Love was out to get me

That's the way it seemed

Disappointment haunted all of my dreams

Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer

Not a trace of doubt in my mind

I'm in love

I'm a believer, I couldn't leave her if I tried

Max had giddily pulled her off the couch and began dancing with her around the room.

Zoey laughed at how happy he was and how happy she felt.

Max finished his song and Zoey grinned and kissed him, "I'm a believer too." 

His eyes widened and he chuckled knowing he couldn't hide anything from her.

"Guess this means I owe Tobin." Max said, wrapping his arms around her..

Zoey laughed, "You and me both."

Next Day

Zoey had been in meetings all morning, somehow managing to evade Tobin's meaningful looks and attempts to talk to her.

She glanced at the clock, it was almost lunch time, Max should be here any minute.

Tobin finally had enough and stalked over to her desk. He placed himself in front of her computer, refusing to budge until he got answers.

"Well???" he asked impatiently

"Well what?" Zoey said, ignoring him as she searched through her purse for gum.

Tobin made a disgusted noise, "Did anyone show up at your place last night?"

Zoey looked at him puzzled, "I mean the pizza guy came by, but that's cause I ordered dinner."

"And nobody else came by?...."

"Nooo...you didn't try to send a singing telegram again did you?"

"What no! And that was totally Leif's idea that time, not mine."

"You sent a singing telegram to her house?" She heard a voice say behind her. 

Zoey turned beaming at Max.  "They had found a mistake I made on a project and felt the need to gloat through song and dance."

"You needed to know you were wrong, and there was no better way to show your wrongness than through song. " Tobin said defending himself.

Max shook his head and bent down to drop a small kiss on Zoey's lips.

Tobin leapt off the desk in excitement. "Yes! I knew it!! You owe me another $50 bro!" He shouted to Leif.

"How many things about me have you bet on?" Zoey said, shaking her head.

Tobin shrugged, "It gets boring around here sometimes."

Max rolled his eyes looking at Zoey, "You sure he deserves this?"

Zoey laughed and nudged his shoulder. "Go on give it to him."

Max held out a 6th floor security clearance card to Tobin.

Tobin's eyes widened.

"If you ever tell anyone you have this I will deny it 100%." Max handed him the card.

Tobin nodded, staring at them unable to say anything in response 

Zoey laughed, "Go on I know you're dying to go try it out!"

Tobin took off sprinting to the elevators, calling out his thanks as the doors closed.

"I give him 2 weeks until he eats himself sick," Max shook his head.

"Are you kidding? His stomach is like a black hole. You saw the size of that cereal bowl!"

Max winced. "It may have been a huge mistake giving him that card."

Zoey laughed, grabbing his hand. "Yeah but he really did help us."

"I guess you're right about that."

"You sir, will find I'm right about a good many things."

Max grinned pulling her into his embrace and kissing her properly.

Zoey sighed happily as they pulled apart and headed to the elevators. Her mom had been right, the right person was worth taking a chance on.

[thesmilingfish]

APRIL 30

Teddy, the dog, seems better today.  He’s eaten some boiled chicken and rice and kept them down. He was running outside a little bit earlier and his tail his wagging nicely. We’re keeping an eye on him.

Today I went through that huge box of my Mom’s sewing stuff and got it all separated and cleaned up. Thankfully there was a big magnet and tweezers in the box so I didn’t poke myself too much. Now I just need to vacuum to make sure I didn’t miss anything.

I found 20 promotional patches for the movie Independence Day. Yes, I’ve had these silly things since 1996. I’m giving them away to you guys. It’s one per person and it’s on a first ask basis. (I’ll pay for the postage.) I’m talking about it here so the folks who follow me get first shot because I seriously doubt anyone else looks at these posts. I’ll do a giveaway post tomorrow if there are any left.

I also have a few discs to giveaway if anyone wants them. They’re all burn copies, all Region 1, all in paper sleeves. Again, I’ll cover the postage.

Law & Order: Criminal Intent - Season 4 (5 discs)

The Monkees - Season 2, Disc 1

Jonathan Creek - Season 1 (2 discs)

Spartacus: Blood and Sand (4 discs)

Spartacus: Gods of the Arena (2 discs)

Doctor Who: Remembrance of the Daleks

Doctor Who: The Curse of Fenric

Tesis (1996)

The Hound of the Baskervilles (2002)

Hell’s Crossroads (1957)

My quarantine cinema stats for March 19 thru April 30:

Movies - 108

Documentaries - 3

TV - 60 episodes

Theater - 1

This, of course, doesn’t include the stuff that I watched again. I mean, there was a lot of Homicide Hunter reruns and miscellaneous movies in there.

Legend (1995) - Finished the series today. I think my favorite episode was the one written by Peter A. Fields, who was also my one of favorite writers on The Man From U.N.C.L.E.. It was a fun show but kinda schticky although it did get more serious and cover more weighty subjects as the show progressed.

A Discovery of Witches (2018) - I’d watched a couple of episodes back when they were on demand but I didn’t get very far before it disappeared. I found the DVD at Wal-Mart a few months ago but it’s just sat on my shelf until today. I’m watching the entire season because I can’t remember what I did see. I liked the series, which I picked up because of Matthew Goode and Alex Kingston (although why she had to use an American accent I don’t know), and it was good but the only reason I’d be interested in the next season is because it ended on a gosh darn cliffhanger. The IMDB says supposed to be three seasons, but with the way of the world right now everything is up in the air.

Frankenstein (2001) - The National Theatre production of Danny Boyle’s Frankenstein is available to watch on YouTube for a limited time. Both versions with Benedict Cumberbatch and Jonny Lee Miller trading places as The Creature and Dr. Frankenstein are being presented. Tonight I watched Cumberbatch as The Creature and he was magnetic. The set design and the production on the show were amazing. I can’t wait to see Miller’s version. You have until May 7 to see the Cumberbatch version; the Miller version runs May 1 through May 8. You won’t want to miss it.

[savory-davory]

I wanted to ask something, but now I can’t think what to ask. I just wanted to say I started reading fan fiction this year, and I’ve read three of your stories so far, and I’ve really enjoyed them. I am curious about how you became a Monkees fan and how you make your stories

Thanks so much for the ask and for reading my stuff! So I got into the Monkees in the 90s (dating myself a bit here). They had this special on Nick at Night called the Block Party Summer. Each weekday they'd play an old tv show. I had never heard of the Monkees before besides probably hearing Daydream Believer. My dad was a gan and I'm assuming because I don't remember exactly that he must have talked other show up to me and my sister so we watched it. I was probably like 9-ish so of course it appealed to my sense of humor. It was only on the show block for like 2 weeks though and then they replaced it with something else. My sister and I were bummed but our parents bought us VHS tapes of a couple episodes and a cd collection (the box set with the different color cds I still have it). Since it was the 90s though and I was young there wasn't much opportunity to look things up and watch them like you can now so I drifted away. I remember Davy died when I was like 24 and I read about it in People magazine and was sad. Cut to January 2018, I was at home looking for something to watch and the show was on tv! I was excited and nostalgic so I set the show to record so I could watch them all because I actually hadn't seen many. I watched them all and broke out my box set listening to the old favorites and discovering new ones. I was thirsting for more info so I watched YouTube and looked up articles. I wanted more episodes and I never read fanfiction before even though i knew it existed. I never had the desire to read for anything else I liked. I scoured fanfiction.net because that was the first one I found. I read everything that peaked my interest and as you know the fanficiton is not as abundant as something like Harry Potter is. Also, Davy is my favorite and there wasn't enough featuring him or not portrayed in the right way (@9xbleu can agree with me on this). So I was thinking about what I'd like to see and was like why don't I just write my own? And that story was Suspension of Disbelief. I didn't know what to expect and that night got like 3 comments right off the bat. I was hooked! I wrote my second one right away, which wasn't exactly the best choice because I don't like that story now.

In regards to how I write my stories, it's been a learning process and has changed. I was afraid at first I'd run out of ideas and now I've got too many. I usually get an idea from a song lyric. I'll hear something and it catches my attention, I think about how it could be a story. I have a long commute to and from work so I flesh it out a bit and get some bullet points going in my mind. I write when I have time which I usually on my off days and sometimes I binge write a bit. I used to meticulously re read my stories before I started writing again and now I just free flow write and proofread once making changes. I've written like 25ish stories so far (I didn't feel like looking and counting lol) since last year so I may be obsessed. I don't always feel like writing when I have free time, but I remind myself how much I enjoy it and make myself start. Kinda like when you don't feel like going out but you do anyway and have a great time. I think what helps too is that I practice mindfulness and it helps me stay focused.

That was an extremely long winded answer. I was just excited to get an ask (lame I know). Any other asks, feel free to shoot them my way! Thanks @macunicorngirl!

[rancherrolly]

I am NOT Afraid of You

So, I hear BF is sharing my posts.  I am ALMOST interested in what she has to say about them.  But considering she's not woman enough to tell me to my face, it's no big deal.  I would imagine she is editing a lot of what I say to make her look like the victim.  Glad she's having fun with that.  Too bad she doesn't understand that eventually, people are going to realize what she's up to.  Some of her "Friends" have already and are speaking out against her.  That having been said, I am going to do something I rarely do and brag about how me.  

First off, I am blessed to say I am loved. By my husband, son, and other family members, especially my mom and dad.  I am loved by friends who have stood beside me through thick and thin.  They do not love me because they think they can can get something in return.  They love me because I am a good person.  I care deeply for people and do what I can to help them through the tough times, and celebrate with them over the good times.  Over the past 20 years, there have been people who have tried to use me to get to Nez.  Those people, including BF, weren't true friends, and I do not miss having them in my life.  I don't need to buy friends, keep them too stoned to see the real me, or lie to them to keep them close to me.  I earned my friends simply by being me.

I don't have a college degree, but I do have a lot of street smarts.  I know about, and practice, courage, honesty, compassion, love and taking care of myself and others who need it.  A college education means nothing if it's not used properly.  Book smarts are fine, but personally, I'd rather have street smarts.

I can, and have, gotten by with little to no money.  Things are comfortable now, but only God knows if it will stay that way.  I don't need to live off of anyone as long as I have the physical abilities to work.  I earned every paycheck I ever got by hard work.  I earned every thank you from numerous volunteer groups I've been involved in, again for my hard work and dedication.  And from being supportive and positive about my position.  I earned better than she gave me when she fired me after 20 years of service to Nez.  She only thinks she can replace we 3 dj's.  Not going to happen, true Nezheads are loyal to the people who care about them and treat them right.  She has no clue how to do either because they can't be bought.  Good luck with the "discussion" group since you have no idea how to discuss without instruction.  Wonder how many people will get banned for disagreeing.  

Karma is a funny thing.  It tends to bite your ass when you least expect it.  It bites hard, and it doesn't let go.  Once bitten, you're done for.  There is no going back if you don't take the lesson and change.  I don't see that happening with BF, she will never change.

BF is no longer allowed to attempt to control my life.  What's done is done.  Yes, I miss Nez horribly, but he is not my entire life like he is hers.  Poor guy doesn't deserve that.  BF can talk about me all she wants, she can't really do anything more to me than she has already done.  She just makes herself look petty and stupid when she shoots her mouth off.  More stupid, I should say. If she had the guts to say, "Hey, let's talk this out," I would be more than happy to oblige.  But she won't, she's a coward and I have no time for cowards.  I don't need to hide behind Nez or anyone else like she does.  I will base my life on the wisdom and joy of Nez's music which is something she is unable to do.

I love Nez deeply and without restrictions.  It's been that way since the first Monkees episode.  There was no doubt who my favorite was.  He is free to do as he wants with his life as long as he is happy and healthy.  Most importantly, that he is loved for the wonderful man he is.  Love is a lot different than possession which is the only way BF can control him.  She is the exact opposite of all the things he finds most distasteful.  Yes, kids, pot CAN mess up your life when you have a liar controlling you.  But fortunately for me, and Nez, she can't take my love for him away.  It's something she can't destroy.  It's something she will never have.  My door is always open to Nez if he ever needed a place of peace to run to.  It always will be.  Here he would be safe and well taken care of.  Well, safe if he doesn't mind endless amounts of kitty love.

I'm not afraid of you Bitch Face, and never have been.  Never will be either because I am a MUCH better person than you will EVER hope to be.

Stick that in your pipe and smoke it ...

[t0m0kii]

1-99

you think this is a game anon? you send in 1-99 i’m gonna do 1-99 so HERE WE H*CKING GO

“1) Sexuality?”

bi! even tho i’m not attracted to many boys (and i actually only seriously like one) i still consider myself to be a groovy bisexual

“2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?”

any of the monkees! but also paul mccartney!

“3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.”

here’s an excerpt from the nearest book, ‘‘the everything reading music book’‘: “The terms measure and bar can be used in place of one another - they mean the same thing.” very educational!

“4) What do you think about most?”

it’s probably pathetic but i probably think about story concepts the most! either that or monkees stuff but sometimes they can be the same thing

“5) What does your latest text message from someone else say?”

my latest text is from my dude sean a.k.a joj-n-ringo who said that he sent me loads of asks about nwa but somehow i didn’t get any of them 

“6) Do you sleep with or without clothes on?”

always with! sleeping naked is weird and plus i hate my body and don’t wanna look at it SKJALKJAKLHDKSJLKN

“7) What’s your strangest talent?”

i dunno! i don’t really have any weird talents!

“8) Girls…. (finish the sentence); Boys…. (finish the sentence)”

girls…are neat! boys…are also neat!

“9) Ever had a poem or song written about you?”

no one’s ever written me a song but i’ve had friends write me poems before! it’s nice and i love it

“10) When is the last time you played the air guitar?”

hm……when’s the last time i listened to joe walsh’s life’s been good……………probably then!

“11) Do you have any strange phobias?”

i don’t know if it counts as a phobia but i get really bothered when i see shirtless pics of people and their ribs are visible like idk what it is but eeeee i don’t like it

“12) Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?”

not that i can remember, lmao

“13) What’s your religion?”

i’m not like a diehard religion fanatic but i was raised christian and still sorta stand by it yknow

“14) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?”

looking at the area around me, even if i’ve seen the place a thousand times, i’m always just lookin around lmao

“15) Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?”

it depends! mostly i like being in front tho jdhbkjfhdjfls

“16) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?”

the monkees! those four idiots have my whole heart

“17) What was the last lie you told?”

my mom asked me if i did my homework yesterday and i lied and said i did it at school BUT I DID DO MOST OF IT THERE SO WHEN I BROUGHT IT HOME I DIDN’T HAVE A LOT TO DO

“18) Do you believe in karma?”

i guess so! what goes around comes around i’d suppose

“19) What does your URL mean?”

it’s named somewhat after my favorite anime character tomoko kuroki bc i love her and she’s a big mood

“20) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?”

i think my greatest weakness would be that i jump to conclusions without any reason yknow but i think my biggest strength would be either my writing abilities or my ability to sorta see through people and see exactly what type of person they are

“21) Who is your celebrity crush?”

davy jones !!!!!! i love him so much !!!!!!!!!!

“22) Have you ever gone skinny dipping?”

hELL NO i would never i’m way too modest for that sjsklaskjdkbfnj

“23) How do you vent your anger?”

usually i talk to someone about it who’d understand but sometimes when i don’t want to bug anyone i just scribble it all down

“24) Do you have a collection of anything?”i have a record collection! and a cd and tape collection, i mostly just collect music stuff kshsjlbsjk

“25) Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?”

i don’t really like either but i prefer talking on the phone!

“26) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?”

not entirely

“27) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?”

i hate the sound of babies screaming like i don’t hate children but uGH it kills my ears and a sound i love is the sound of tambourines! i love those lil things they do a good noise

“28) What’s your biggest “what if”?”

what if it’s all for nothing (this could apply to several things)

“29) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?”

i dunno about aliens but i think there are ghosts! i’d love to be friends with a ghost like. imagine

“30) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.”

with my right i touch my phone first! and with my left i touch my 3ds 

“31) Smell the air. What do you smell?”

it smells like……………………………..air

“32) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?”

i dunno i’ve never really been anywhere super terrible 

“33) Choose East Coast or West Coast?”

uhhh east?

“34) Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?”

DAVY JONES OF COURSEEEEE

“35) To you, what is the meaning of life?”

to give it meaning

“36) Define Art.”

art is whatever you make it tbh, something that inspires

“37) Do you believe in luck?”

i guess! even tho i have the worst luck ever

“38) What’s the weather like right now?”

cold and windy it SUCKS

“39) What time is it?”

at the time of writing this answer it’s 8:37 pm!

“40) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?”

i’m too young to drive so i’ve never done it bsjhklskjdvbfjdsk

“41) What was the last book you read?”

i admit i write more than i read but i believe the last time i read a book was yesterday when i was reading one of my how-to-read-sheet-music books from the library

“42) Do you like the smell of gasoline?”

i can tolerate it but i wouldn’t want to sit and smell it for hours

“43) Do you have any nicknames?”

not really! if you gave me one that’d be neat

“44) What was the last movie you saw?”

last time i watched a movie was when i rewatched the beatles movie ‘‘help!’‘ it’s a rlly good movie i love it

“45) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?”

uh once i broke my arm in kindergarten but i think that’d be it

“46) Have you ever caught a butterfly?”

like in a net? no but i’d really like tooooo i think it’d be neat

“47) Do you have any obsessions right now?”

MONKEESSSSSS I’VE BEEN HYPERFIXING ON THE MONKEES FOR NEARLY A YEAR NOW I JUST LOVE THOSE FOUR DUMBASSES ESPECIALLY THE SHORT ONE THAT TALKS FUNNY

“48) What’s your sexual orientation?”

i’m a girl! born a girl and i have stayed a girl since. wild

“49) Ever had a rumor spread about you?”

not that i know of sjhskdksl is that a good thing??

“50) Do you believe in magic?”

perhaps it’s out there and someone’s just keeping it to themselves WHICH WOULD SUCK BC GIVE ME SOME MAGIC YOU FUCK

“51) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?”

i forgive but never forget

“52) What is your astrological sign?”

since i was born on november 8th i’d be a scorpio!

“53) Do you save money or spend it?”

i’m terrible at saving money but i’m a wiz at spending it

“54) What’s the last thing you purchased?”

my monkees shirt! i love that thing even tho it was 90 dollars on etsy but lemme tell ya it’s 90 dollars well spent

“55) Love or lust?”

love !!!!!!!!!!

“56) In a relationship?”

in my daydream universe i’m the lovely intelligent wife of davy jones but in reality i’m a lonely bitch skjfhdsjflsj;fdkk

“57) How many relationships have you had?”

i had a boyfriend for a week in kindergarten but only because he recognized me from sunday school and i’ve never had a relationship since

“58) Can you touch your nose with your tongue?”

no and i can’t believe people can do that but some people can’t like HUH

“59) Where were you yesterday?”

i wasn’t anywhere near the crime scene officer i swear

“60) Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?”

on my desk next to my coaster is my pink rubber bracelet with a peter tork quote on it! and that’s not very far away so it counts!

“61) Are you wearing socks right now?”

the only time i’m not wearing socks is when i’m in the shower so yes

“62) What’s your favorite animal?”

the red panda !!!! i love those funky little dudes !!!!!!!

“63) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?”

i really would not know my dude i mean just being myself i guess?? bold of you to assume people like me

“64) Where is your best friend?”

probably at their house being the greatest best friend ever

“65) Spit or swallow?(;”

i think when you’re brushing your teeth you literally have to spit you can’t just swallow that shit what the fuck if i find someone who does that i’ll ascend

“66) What is your heritage?”

i don’t really know! i mean i’m about as white as a piece of paper so

“67) What were you doing last night at 12 AM?”

i told you before officer i wasn’t out doing illegal actions ((nah but seriously i was watching youtube i think))

“68) What do you think is Satan’s last name?”

bofa

“69) Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?”

honestly i never remember where my bus stop is i always just look out the window and see my house and i’m like oh shit time to skidaddle so i mostly rely on the bus driver for that. thanks bus driver

((yeah))

“70) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?”

i think being friends with me would be alright maybe!

“71) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?”

man fuck that guy i’m saving that fuckin dog then i’ll just show up with the dog and everyone will think it’s so cute that i won’t get fired. problem solved!

“72) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?”

i guess everyone would already know but i’d finish everything i’d need to like writing projects and stuff, i’d make sure i’d do everything i need to before i had to die 

“73) You can only have one of these things; trust or love.”

where there’s trust there’s love so trust!

“74) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?”

looking for the good times by the monkees never fails to make me smile! i just love davy a lot

“75) What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?”

7644! 

“76) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?”

a good relationship starts with a good friendship yknow. you have to be able to love and appreciate the person you’re with and accept them the way they are and not try to change them too much. and it also sorta all relies on trust. if you can trust who you’re with, you’re good to go. and if you feel like you’re unable to call them out when they do wrong or if they do/say something really bad and you just let it slide then that’s not good in a relationship i’d say

“77) How can I win your heart?”

be nice

“78) Can insanity bring on more creativity?”

maybe just a small, small amount but not a lot

“79) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?”

deciding to listen to the monkees tbh bc !!! i love em !!!! have i mentioned this !!!!

“80) What size shoes do you wear?”

like size 11 or somethin like that

“81) What would you want to be written on your tombstone?”

“bury me shallow because i’ll be back”

“82) What is your favorite word?”

my favorite word would probably be “lovely” bc it’s so fuckin !! good !!!!!!!

“83) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.”

i always hear the word in davy’s voice and the way he says it LKDSLSKS he goes “h a h t” it’s cute

“84) What is a saying you say a lot?”

“it be like that sometimes”

“85) What’s the last song you listened to?”

everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears! listening to it as i answer this actually

“86) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?”

blue! really any shade of blue but especially light blue!

“87) What is your current desktop picture?”

i’ve said monkees too many times in this post but. them

“88) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?”

the president bc he sucks

“89) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?”

if someone outside of the internet asked if i were gay i think i’d be a little scared to answer bc yknow my whole family is homophobic and all that and sometimes you never can tell who is and who isn’t

“90) One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?”

introduce myself bc even if i’m scared i’m not about to be impolite

“91) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?”

time travel !!!! they call me TIME TRAVELING PRODUCE AISLE 

“92) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?”

maybe a half hour of my first concert! it was a blast

“93) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?”

developing depression

“94) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?”

DAVY FUCKIN JONES but would we still see eachother afterwards is the question

“95) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?”

manchester, england !!!!!!! i really want to go and i actually kinda wanna move there someday

“96) Do you have any relatives in jail?”

not that i know of i sure hope not lmao

“97) Have you ever thrown up in the car?”

once a long time ago

“98) Ever been on a plane?”

never bc my mom is super scared of heights and scared of planes and tbh i kinda don’t really like planes i prefer boats

“99) If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?”

i’d say listen to papa gene’s blues by the monkees and listen to mike nesmith go “yeeeeeehawwwww !!!!!!”

this took me an hour thanks anon