Save The Texas Prairie Chicken!

Really funny outtakes from The Monkees that my sister and I found on Youtube.
Mike laughing is soooo cute!

And I searched it, Mike's button actually does say Save the Texas Prairie Chicken!

An apology and an excuse

Wow. I woke up this morning with a sinking feeling because I knew yesterday was the first day I didn't post and, while no one really reads this apart from Ilsa, my one faithful reader, I still feel like it's important to me to post everyday so, I am sorry.

But I should also say that, on friday, I am going on holiday for a week so I will be gone for seven days without posting.
How can I make it up? I'll have to think about that but because I will most probably be gone for halloween, Happy Halloween Everyone!
Literally, this sums up the Monkees at Halloween:

For Ilsa

And as I did for Meme
Here are some pictures for my other dear friend Ilsa. I love Davy as much as you do so here is some shirtless pictures of him as well.

For Meme

I love you dear friend
so here are some pictures of Micky shirtless, from me to you

Here's one for Ilsa too.
A nicely suggestive picture of Davy and Micky.

Ficlet

Tonight, I have a little ficlet for you, something short that I'll post straight on here.
It's called Hugs with Mike and it's a Mike/you or Mike/any of the monkees
It's also not even finished but, enjoy.
And it is just me fan-girling over Mike so, yeah, enjoy

“What are you thinking?” I ask, turning my head upwards further as though I haven’t been affectionately watching him this entire time. He blinks his eyes once or twice before coming out of his trance-like state and looks directly down at me, his gaze caring but intense.

“Nothin’ of any interest, why?” He replies, a half smile crossing his wet lips. Shrugging, I sink further into his grasp and close my eyes. As we sit there on the sofa, it’s nice to just feel his body up close to mine, one arm dangling around my neck, the other laying in the crevice between my thighs and bust. I twine my fingers into his, he has these wonderful, long, guitar player’s fingers, and I rest my head back. Bliss.

“You look like you’re thinking really hard about something.” I whisper, suddenly realising how tired I feel. My whole body slumps, my hands relax, I seem to fit against him like a puzzle piece and he holds me tighter. He’s not going to sleep anytime soon, his mind is too busy thinking of something and it is not letting him go. He presses his cheek against the side of my head and hot breath spreads around the follicles of my hair. He breathes me in, thinking deeper.

“Nah, it’s nothin’ important. Besides, I’d much rather think of you.” He says this with his lips brushing my scalp. Wow, it sends a shiver down my spine.