#Sharona Guy

[s-misaki]

Her 🦋🤍

[ghostinarmss]

Leland Stottlemeyer is Monk's #1 fan (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

[hottiemcdottie]

For the foreseeable future this blog is going on a Monk/Sharona ship cruise around the world.

I love this scene. I want to start here. So many incredible things about it.

The chemistry is fire hot from the moment the scene fades in. They're in the middle of a chess game; I don't know if they had Tony and Bitty play the game a bit or just set it up and had them sit down. Doesn't matter. Tony is on immediately; he's doing this centering of the pieces thing and Bitty is just watching because Sharona is so used to Adrian's neuroses. The comfort and familiarity is even more natural (this is the season 2 premiere) and they're just completely in sync.

Chess is a metaphor. :)

The angle where they're pulled out and we seem to be peeking in on them from the hallway-- this is something Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers used to do on their dances, to give the viewer the impression they were spying or eavesdropping on an otherwise private moment.

Bitty could have just licked the queen piece. She didn't have to suck it looking right into his eyes. But she did. Which is awesome. Thank you for that, ma'am LOL. Also, she looks UNBELIEVABLY HOT in this scene. GREAT outfit. I used to dress like this back then (I was 16/17 but still lol) complete with the boots.

Can we talk about the "I wanna fuck your brains out" face Tony gives her at 1:35-1:36? If that's supposed to be Monk, I'm PISSED they never got Monk and Sharona together.

[autism-criminal]

hm . there is angst in my mind but I can’t formulate it into Tangst

[swallowprettybird]

SIMVERSE MAGAZINE Part 2

@waaneco , @sharona-sims , @cinnybunsims , @aestheticpixelz , @changingplumbob , @matchalovertrait , @deardiaryts4 , @whateverdontatme , @stubborntrait , @shesimsplayer , @kitkat4sims , @raylamars , @gossiptrait + @simmireen , @someone-elsa , @pixelglam you all guys for being part of this issue ❤️

[whispers-into-the-void]

i find it so interesting that every time sharona romances a guy & monk catches a lie they tell, she's like. "everybody lies on their first date." "maybe he's just trying to impress me." but she's trying to impress them too & she always tells them about benjy, and about monk.

so she doesn't lie but she expects even a decent man whom she would date to lie.

and it reminds me of natalie teeger's intro episode where monk says he can't lie and she says if you're a man then you can lie: "That's what men do." and we see this woman with such sheer bitterness for men and it makes you wonder

what experiences did these two women have that so completely shattered their expectations and opinion of men

[coconutcordiale]

In honor of How To Lose a Guy In Ten Days and Matthew McConaughey: “Great Answer.” “Good Question.” With Hangman

make my motor run

pairing- finnegan (everybody wants some!!) x afab reader

synopsis- everyone thinks finn is so sweet. you're not convinced.

warnings- 18+ minors and glen powell - you are not welcome here. protected piv, oral (f receiving), slight dumbification/degradation, praise kink. reader has ethically not great motives around sleeping with finn but do we honestly think finn cares? no

length- 2.1k

an- not hangman, but it's still glen so...close enough? this is the crossover literally not one person asked for - how to lose a guy in 10 days (if you squint a little) & everybody wants some

idk y'all, i don't have it in me to be ashamed anymore. this is just smut with some bants. idk if anyone even wants to read this but the glen powell brain rot is real so it had to be done so it'd stop rattling around in my mind. blame glen and his stupidly handsome face and the fact that he steals every scene he's in

title from my sharona - the knack

tagging some finn peeps - @sebsxphia / @iguana-braces / @justalonelyslytherin

It’s Saturday night. Against your better judgment, you’re at the rickety baseball houses, silently debating if you’ll have time to get a tetanus shot before your study group tomorrow morning.

Finn twirls his pipe between his fingers, leaning against the porch railing in a ridiculous paisley button-up. “Aside from how to take my breath away, what do you study here, ladies?”

“Does that ever actually work on real, human women?” You ask, ignoring the elbow to your ribs that Sophia digs into your side, presumably to get you to shut up.

The blond tilts his head, processing. He eventually grins. “Take no prisoners kinda gal, aren’t ya? I like that.” 

You hold back a grunt when Sophia elbows you again, answering the question before you can snark him any further. “We’re both journalism majors.” 

Going to take a sip of your drink, something you’ll surely need to swallow whatever faux-enlightened comment he has about that little piece of information; you furrow your brows when you realize it’s empty.

“I’ll grab you another drink, try not to miss me too much.” Finn winks, the bastard. What a ham. 

Your eye roll is barely contained when Sophia gives you a knowing look. 

“Oh, come on, he’s sweet,” she insists. 

“You’ve seen him with other girls, right? Everything out of his mouth is a line, Soph. It’s all bullshit. He’s pandering to us, so he seems better, different than his asshole teammates. It’s insulting.”

“Then why haven’t you told him to fuck off?”

“I think he’d be a good subject for my article.”

Her eyes widen. “About benevolent misogyny?”

“That’s the one.”

“How far are you gonna take this? Sleep with him to prove a point about how far a chauvinistic male will go for sex?”

You shrug. You hadn’t really thought it through, honestly. It’s not like it’d be a chore, he is pretty hot when he keeps his mouth shut.

She takes your silence as confirmation. “That’s kind of fucked up.” 

“Can’t be worse than changing your entire personality every other night just to get laid.” 

+ 

You find yourself sitting on the roof with Finn, having already shown up his mediocre golf swing. You’d never admit it to Soph, but your article is the furthest thing from your mind right now.

“True or false: all fundamental beliefs are reasonable.” You’re so taken aback by his pop quiz you almost don’t notice him sitting down behind you, pulling you into the space between his legs.

Smooth. You roll your eyes, but don’t move away. “False.” 

You can hear the smile in his voice. “I see someone’s already taken Philosophy 101 with Roberts.” 

“Yes, but that’s irrelevant. That’s an insane statement regardless.” 

When you turn to catch a glimpse of him you see him opening his mouth, ostensibly to argue, but you shake your head. “My turn. True or false: all’s fair in love and war.” 

“True.”

You can’t help the smirk that tugs at your lips. “Great answer.” 

Finn positively beams. “Good question!” His hands drift up from your hips, working their way under your flimsy tank before he brings his lips to your ear, murmuring, “True or false: you’re gonna let me take you inside so I can take you apart.” 

Your breath hitches. “True.” 

He turns your head to him, mouth pressing against yours, mustache tickling you, soft and sweet for just a moment, before he slides his tongue into your mouth filthily. “Let’s go then, honey.”

Your tiny denim shorts and little tank get lost on the floor of his bedroom almost immediately, skin ablaze as he pushes you back onto his bed, on soft forest green sheets that smell like him – warm and spicy and earthy. He stays standing as he makes quick work of his own clothes, raking his eyes across your naked form.

You try not to shy away from his gaze, meeting his eyes defiantly as you feel slick pooling between your thighs. You’re barely keeping yourself from rubbing them together, words laced with an edge you don’t feel. “Thought you were working on a degree in cunnilingus. Put that mouth to good use, Finn.”

There’s a sparkle in those green eyes that you catch just before he braces himself above you, arms bracketing your head. His words are muffled against your skin as he kisses his way down your body. “Overheard that, did you? Knew you were paying special attention to me.”

You roll your eyes, mouth open to respond, but he drags his lips across your collarbone before his mouth closes around a nipple, effectively driving any wit from you.

He pushes your legs open wide, settling himself between them. His chest presses into the mattress as his arms wrap around your thighs where he’s busy putting them over his shoulders. When his mustache brushes against your thigh's sensitive skin, it sends shivers racketing through you and you feel his smirk only centimeters away from where you want it. 

He licks his lips as your resolve crumbles with every passing second.

“C’mon, Finn, please,” you whine, threading your hands through his shaggy hair, trying in vain to pull him closer to your cunt.

“Impatient,” he tsks. You lean up to fix him with a glare, but it only makes him chuckle. “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll take care of you.”

He finally, finally licks a stripe up your slit, and despite it being exactly what you asked for, you tug on hard on the blond hair between your fingers in surprise. He groans long and low, vibrations rolling through your body from your center where his lips are busy fixing themselves to your clit. 

His buries his face in you, moaning against your cunt as his tongue laps at you like a starved man. “Could spend hours drowning in this pussy, tastes so fucking good.”

The sound that leaves you in answer to that is pathetic – high and whiny – hips bucking. His big hands are gripping you so tight you’re sure there’ll be bruises high on your legs tomorrow. He stiffens his tongue to fuck it in and out of you, nose bumping your clit and making you shake, your eyes rolling back into your head.

Any sense of shame, any idea that you should keep yourself quiet in this house full of strangers has left you – your existence narrowed down to your hands in his hair, his lips on your cunt, the moans tearing their way from your throat, unbidden.

Your legs dig into his back, urging him in, hurtling towards the point of no return so fast all you can think of is needing more. He moves his lips back to your clit, hand loosening his death grip enough to slide a finger into the wet mess you’ve become at the same time he curls his lips and sucks.

“Don’t stop, please, Finn I -” You’re begging now, grinding against his face as much as you can in the vice-like grip he still has on you. He doubles his efforts, tongue working over your clit harder, finger inside you curling as you burn with the intensity of it, electricity bursting beneath your skin as the tension finally bursts, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

Your legs feel like jelly. You let go of his blond locks belatedly, resigning yourself to your new existence as a puddle, a melted version of your former self. 

He looks up from between your legs and grins. 

You grab for his arms where they’re still flexed around your thighs, bringing him up face to face with you. He smiles, dropping sweet kisses to your parted lips and warm cheeks. Whining, you wrap your legs around his waist, wordlessly trying to pull him to you, get him inside of you, greedy for him.

“Don’t tell me a smart girl like you doesn’t know how to use her words,” Finn goads, laughter curling in his words, and you’re torn between wanting to smack him and beg like your life depends on it. You’re so distracted you barely notice him shifting his weight to his knees so he can reach for a condom, tear it open with his teeth, and roll it on.

You try to glare but he braces himself over you again, rubbing his cock between your folds, catching your oversensitive clit and a truly embarrassing whimper comes out, eyes blurring with a mix of pain and pleasure instead. “Finnegan.” 

“Yeah, baby?”

Taking a deep breath, you try to get your last functioning brain cell to cooperate. “Get inside me right now or so help me –”

You can still feel the amusement on his lips as he ducks his head down to slot your mouths together to cut you off, swallowing your moan as he pushes into you, slow and steady. 

When you flex your legs around his waist impatiently, he chuckles before setting a relentless pace, grinding his cock into you hard with each push. It’s too much, it’s not enough, it sets your skin on fire, it rackets the headboard against the wall – if his teammates didn’t know what was happening before, they certainly have a good idea now.

Your head lolls to the side as he hits that spot inside you on every thrust, nerves overloaded as you grip the nape of his neck, just trying to hold on.

“Fuck,” he groans, looking down at the glazed expression taking over your features. “Not gonna last long.” 

The thought that he’s already so close from having his mouth on you has your eyes crossing, cunt clenching around his thick length. His face crumples, mouth parting like you’ve just knocked the wind out of him. “Trying to kill me, honey?”

He lifts one of your legs to his shoulders, leaning down towards you and bending you in half – pushing limits to flexibility you didn’t even know you had.

“Wanna feel you come on my cock, you can do that for me, can’t you?” Finn asks, panting against your cheek, deft fingers moving down to circle your clit.

The sparks shooting through you as he presses into your center border on pain but you’re nodding, head bobbing up and down of its own accord, nails scratching red along his shoulders as you get closer and closer.

“Good girl,” he grunts and you keen, his words hurtling you towards the edge again. “So good for me…look at you, smart ass, brilliant girl fucked dumb on my cock.”

He’s pulling almost all the way out of you on every thrust now, slamming back in, and your back arches against him, a string of unintelligible noises leaving you that you’re just barely aware of, mewling filling the air in the room as your release snaps through you, ears ringing.

When you come to, still shaking and clenching around him, he’s running his mouth still, a litany of praise and groans of fuck honey, perfect for me, spilling from his bitten, red lips. His hips tear forward without rhythm as he pumps into you one last time, filling the condom before dropping your leg and collapsing next to you, strings holding him up suddenly cut.

Finn rolls to the side, and you stare at the cracks in the ceiling, wondering if you’ll ever be able to move again. You think he’s talking, but you can’t even begin to register what he’s saying. 

“Did I fuck all the brains out of the mouthy girl I brought up here?” Finn asks, amused when you don’t respond.

“Just surprised you wanted audience participation for your post-sex speech,” you snark, trying not to belay how difficult it is to form words currently.

“Well, I think Joanna Russ would disparage of me if I were indifferent to your thoughts and opinions immediately after getting off.”

 You raise an eyebrow. “You know who Joanna Russ is?”

 “The Female Man is a cornerstone of feminist literature. I read it be—”

 You can’t help but interrupt, brain quickly coming back online. “Because you thought it was going to be about the ideal woman through a man’s eyes.”

 He even has the gall to look offended. “Of course not, everyone knows Russ is a feminist writer.”

“Then you read it so more women would sleep with you after hearing that you’d read it.” He presses his lips together to hold back a smile and you snort. “I knew it.”

“Honey, don’t get mad at me just because it works.”

“Incorrigible.” 

You lay your head on his chest, trying not to purr like a kitten as his hands tangle in your hair.

“I enjoy Jack Kerouac too if you really want to round out your article. Paint a full picture.”

Your eyes widen, trying desperately to keep in the surprised squeak when you look up to meet jade eyes and see them filled with mischief.

“Just a thought,” he murmurs, hands resuming their movements on your scalp, lulling you toward sleep.

full disclosure i haven't actually read the female man but i'm pretty sure it was published in the 70s which seemed fitting for ews being set in the 80s. thanks for reading!

[rainbowheart-princess]

I just finished watched Mr. Monk and Sharona from season 8, and wow.

The opening scene was great. I love that Adrian washed out his eyes to double check that he was actually seeing and talking to Sharona. The chemistry between Monk and Sharona hasn't faded at all, and like they said in the 2008 interview, it's as if Bitty Schram haven't left at all. She still portrayed Sharona so well, and made me rethink why I always liked her and Adrian together.

When Monk kept touching Sharona's bag to see if she had the ticket, and Sharona was pushing his hands away. And Monk kept doing it, and Sharona pushed his hands away again, before admiting she doesn't have it. Or When Sharona got the wipes from the drawer, and gived one to Monk, and Monk smiled at her saying "You still got it." Ah I loved that scene. (I would put gifts of the scene, but I do not know how to make gifs). Also, when Benjy was mentioned, it warmed my heart.

I was mainly disappointed with this episode because I expected Sharona and Monk to solve the crime... Sharona and Monk style for old times' sake (as well as to thoroughly please the Sharona fans), but because Natalie is also Monk's assistant, it was obvious they were going with the two women argue for which one is the better assistant, before making up and capturing the criminal together plot, which I didn't mind. I just really wished we had more moments with Adrian and Sharona in this episode. I mean, it is titled Mr. Monk and Sharona.

I love when Stottlemeyer spoke to Adrian about how different Sharona and Natalie are, and he's correct. There are so different, and I liked them both because of that.

It was amusing when it was revealed that Adrian paid Sharona $20 more than Natalie, and Monk's excuses were funny as well. I'm glad Adrian and Sharona shared a beautiful embraced after her little speech. I'm not good with numbers, but I think that's like the third time they have hugged. Which isn't that bad, since Adrian and Sharona has been together for 35+ episodes (including this one), and neither initiate the hugs—well... Sharona initiated all three, but hopefully you guys know what I mean.

And ugh! When Sharona was like "I know that look. I hate that look." because she knows that Monk knows ther her uncle's death wasn't an accident, but murder. Ugh! And it hurts Monk because he knows it wasn't an accident, and since it wasn't an accident, Sharona won't be able to get the money from the golf company. Aw my. It's a good thing the ending didn't disappoint :)

Another thing: I didn't liked that Sharona and Randy dated—not because I shipped Adrian and Sharona. I didn't liked it because I believed the two shouldn't dated because of familiarity. Randy should've dated another girl, or a girl he had an onscreen relationship with. Crystal came to mind. I also don't think they suit each other besides the surface level (this is funny since I ship Adrian and Sharona together). Although he's the comedic relief of the show(which I believed hindered some of his character development), Randy had shown incompetency which would annoy Sharona. There's more reasons, but if yiu ship them together, that's cool as well. There's no rules to shipping. Those are my personal reasons. There's someone of you guys who probably reached reached the idea of Adrian and Sharona together, and that's okay.

Overall, the episode was okay. It reminds me why I miss Sharona so much. Tony's and Bitty's chemistry is still through the roof. I wonder what behind the scenes of that episode looked like.

[exuberantocean]

Adrian Monk is one of the view few main characters I've ever seen who needed a human aid and the only one I have ever seen who needed one for a mental illness.

That really strikes me rewatching the show. For those unfamilar, Monk was a show in the 00s about a detective. While it's clear the character always had OCD, the show starts off a few years after the sudden death of his wife, after which his OCD had worsened to the point that he was unable to work (or leave his house) for several years and is only just starting to work again. (He also has a series of phobias.)

He has a nurse, Sharona, later replaced with an assistant, Natalie, and for most of the series, Monk very much needs them to help him navigate the world.

And this is never shameful or downplayed! Both Monk's need for help and the two people who help him are never treated with anything but respect. Even in show it's almost never commented on in a negative way with the exception of maybe a very small handful of obvious bad guys or obvious asshole characters.

Monk's value is never lessened by his need for help. His two assistants often add to and help solve the case in a variety of ways. Plus both are complex characters in their own right.

[matchalovertrait]

You guys are all so sweet, thank you 🥰 I hope you like pink roses:

@deardiaryts4 @sharona-sims @linalinsims @dridsimsheart @bloomingkyras

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@ruthplaysthesims @thebramblewood @swallowprettybird

[theamberplumbob]

Over a 100 followers! Thank you so much everyone! ❤️

Honestly, I did not expect to be so warmly welcomed into the community and supported the way that I was. I am so grateful for everyone who has engaged with or chosen to look at the content I have created.

Special thanks to @charsimsalot @changingplumbob @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants @sharona-sims @weisskralle @moonlitfalls for being some of my most consistent supporters in the short time that I've been running this blog. It always puts a smile on my face seeing you guys in my notifications!

[s-misaki]

my Sharona inspired pictures 🌟

@mr-stottlemonk the coat I mentioned!

[featherthiefdean]

My Sharona!

By Featherthief

A Monk-inspired Destiel Dramedy

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester (Destiel)

Rating: Mature

Crime is on the rise and as a prosecutor in San Francisco Sam is feeling the pressure from higher ups that are breathing down his neck to get more convictions. Captain Bobby Singer would love to catch more criminals especially with the brass threatening to have his badge but his current detectives are stretched thin and the new guys just aren't cutting it. The best detective with the highest case solving rate in San Francisco has been on leave since his former partner and best friend was brutally murdered by a car bomb years ago. The city needs Castiel Novak (and all his eccentricities) back in the field solving homicides nobody else can solve but until he hires an assistant there is no way he can leave his house let alone go to a crime scene. Dean has recently been laid off and is looking for a new job. Sam and Bobby think the Dean would be perfect for the role of Novak's assistant. Now, all they need to do is solve a few murders or it's everyone's job on the line.

Read the first chapter!

[changingplumbob]

Picrew Tag

Thanks for the tag @swallowprettybird, @nigmos, @gamyrmaiden, @calicosimgirl, @daedriyth and @stargazer-sims! It's like you guys know I like tag games or something. In real life I'd be too short to fit in the frame but I tried...

Link to picrew, I think

Oh man I'm tired today. People to tag... people to tag... (please feel free to ignore, you may have already done it or you may just not like virtual versions of yourself out there) @marcishaun @sharona-sims @simmerbeans @simulation-machine @aliengirl @simslegacy5083 @anamoon63 @s1eepytrait @belsasim @simfestation @limeysims @bittersimmer @berrycactus @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants @matchalovertrait @theozma @deardiaryts4 @eljeebee @simmer-rhi @cantseemtohide @simmalooks @victoriaplaysims

[swallowprettybird]

Url Song Game

@seriallovertrait , @circusjuney , @slightly-ludic , @theosconfessions , @matchalovertrait , @onestormeynight guys thank you all sooo so so much for the tag! 🧡💙💚 you have no idea how excited I am to join the game) just because I love music and it's so fun 😀 🎧

(and I love looking at your playlist so much, I've already added new ones to my list)

here's what I did (and yes, it was hard)

s - Salt and the Sea - Lumineers

w - Watermelon Sugar - Harry Styles

a - Amsterdam - Nothing But Thieves

l - Літаки (Airplanes) - Ziferblat

l - Low - Lenny Kravitz

o - One more night - Michael Kiwanuka

w - Washing Machine Heart - Mitski

p - Plastic Love - Maria Takeuchi

r - Rusalochki - Go_A

e - Eat Your Young - Hozier

t - Тобі (You) - KADNAY

t - The Less I know the Better - Tame Impala

y - Yellow - Coldplay

b - Breathe in the air - Alan White & Steve Howe

i - I know places - Lykke Li

r - Ride - Twenty One Pilots

d - Demons - Imagine Dragons

I tag (this time there will be a lot) : @holocene-sims , @wistfulpoltergeist , @kuroashims , @bakersimmer , @bansheeso , @aheathen-conceivably , @weirdosalikewhims , @satureja13 , @toysofdukeness , @vercosims , @spacy-ihl , @happy-lemon , @tragiclittleclown , @living-undead , @lynzishell , @sharona-sims , @aurorangen, @viburnum-sims , @moonfromearth

(sorry if you have already participated, you can of course ignore this)

[anamoon63]

URL Song Tag

Thank you so much for tagging me @matchalovertrait! 🤗💗 Sorry it took me so long to answer! Sorry as well for picking such oldies but they're the ones you can find in my playlists, and also what I know the most. 😋

A - A Little Respect by Erasure N - Notorious by Duran Duran A - A Matter of Trust by Billy Joel

M - Manic Monday by The Bangles O - Our House by Madness O - Overkill by Men at Work N - Nothing's Gonna Stop us Now - Starship

6 - Six Days (Remix) by DJ Shadow 3 - 3 by Britney Spears.

Advice: Don't add numbers to your URL guys, you will struggle to find song titles with those, lol!😅

I'm tagging @nocturnalazure, @kimmiessimmies @beresimsdreamworld @kamel-simmer-ts3, @marcishaun, @pudding-parade, @dridsimsheart, @satureja13, @igglemouse, @nessysims, @sharona-sims, @changingplumbob, @edyavtostopom and @serenasims.