#a barrel of monkees

[spacestation-l7]

The Beatles AU set in The Monkees TV show where they're four teens struggling to make ends meet while doing odd gigs and getting into shenanigans

[ohwell-thathurt]

Hey! this was my contribution to the Barrel Of Monkees zine (Issue #2), beautifully put together by @lugosis!!!!

[murdockcalavicci]

The way Micky showers in one of the comics

[aquarian-sunchild]

There's a Monkees ZINE?

[mystical-one]

The Snoopees! My contributions to Volume 2 of the Barrel Of Monkees zine (links to download it can be found in this post!)

[abarrelofmonkees]

remember a barrel of monkees? that wonderful monkees zine that we’ve put together twice now? well you’ll never believe it… we’re doing it again! and as always we would love for you to monkee around with us.

a barrel of monkees vol 3 will be accepting drawings, collages, writing, music, videos, fan fiction, games, and any other art you can make about or related to the monkees ! if you contributed something to either issue it would be so awesome if you contributed again!

the deadline to submit this year will be december 8th! if you’re interested in submitting you can drop your stuff in this form or feel free to send it to me or tag me in it on here ! if you have any questions don’t hesitate to send me a message. YAY! LETS MAKE A BARREL OF MONKEES 3!!!!!

ALSO issues 1 & 2 are free to read here!

[mickdalena]

guys what exactly is the name for a monkees fan are we monkee-ers are we the bananas are we the barrel o' ? do we monkee around ? are we too busy singing ?

[starthornisscratching]

I was part of this year's Barrel of Monkees Zine! :D It was super fun. You can find more info here: @abarrelofmonkees

I actually doodled the thumbnail sketch for this piece in my German notes during class (I basically never do thumbnail sketches so they really was a special occasion), although I can't find the note now so I can't get a photo of it to post. :')

Timelapse, sketch and alternate version below the cut!

[lugosis]

remember a barrel of monkees? that awesome monkees zine so many of you contributed to last year? well guess what? we’re doing it again! and we would love for you to monkee around with us.

a barrel of monkees vol 2 will be accepting drawings, collages, writing, music, videos, fan fiction, games, and any other art you can make about or related to the monkees ! if you contributed something last year it would be so wonderful if you would like to contribute again!

the deadline to submit will be january 18th! JANUARY 28TH if you’re interested in submitting drop your stuff in this form here or feel free to send it to me or tag me in it on here ! if you have any questions don’t hesitate to send me a message. OK! LETS MAKE A BARREL OF MONKEES 2!

btw the first edition is free to read here!

[doublydaring]

my piece for the Barrel of Monkees zine which you should all go read at once!

[audioexorcisms]

One of two of my submissions for @lugosis 's Barrel of Monkees Fanzine WHICH CAN NOW BE DOWNLOADED HERE!

[spacestation-l7]

Beatles in a Barrel AU where The Beatles are The Monkees in their own tv show

[theriverpointace]

so i read the barrel of monkees zines a week or two ago and several times a day i think about how @imeminemp3 said that mike’s tragedy in “head” was his personality. thanks ✌🏻

[monkeerotica]

Peter gets kidnapped and tied up the most often and the other monkees are into it. Love the prompt fills you’ve posted so far!

even though the holidays are over, anon, this one spoke "christmas" to me. 1.2k words. -author 🦋

unwrap you at christmas

“Honestly, buddy,” Mike tutted, flicking out his Bowie knife, “I don’t know how, but you always seem to get yourself into these things.”

Peter’s reply was padded by the white handkerchief stuffed in his mouth as a gag. Mike pulled it free, allowing Peter to gasp, “That’s just it, I don’t get myself into them. It’s always somebody else who comes and ties me up. If I could tie myself up, I wouldn’t need you to come rescue me.” He grunted at the tension in the bindings as Mike began to saw at the ropes that held his wrists.

Mike gave a sly grin. “Shoot, if you could tie yourself up, I...what’s that? You hear that?”

“That’d be the train,” Peter said through gritted teeth. “How about you get me off the tracks first, and then untie me?”

Mike rolled Peter to safety like a sack of potatoes. They both tumbled from the train tracks onto the rumbling ground, where they could see the column of smoke in the distance and hear the piercing whistle.

Peter wriggled to a sitting position, then sagged against Mike with relief. “Whew! It’s a good thing you showed up when you did. If it wouldn’t have been for you, Michael, I...I would’ve...”

“Hey! Now, don’t talk like that.” Mike held Peter by the shoulders to look him in the eye. “I’d never let anything bad happen to you. Never. You know that, don’t you?”

Still trussed up like a Christmas ham, Peter eyed him skeptically.

“Well, I mean...you know, I...not any worse than getting hog-tied,” Mike stammered, and gave a few attempts at a smile.

Peter returned a cheek-lifting grin. “Promise?”

“Course I promise. C’mon, put her th–” Mike stuck out his hand, as if for Peter to shake, then quickly retracted it and resumed sawing at the ropes.

The engine barreled past them down the tracks. Peter felt a great rush of air pull and tug at him, trying to sweep him along with it. Mike’s knife continued to cut straight and true, never so much as nicking Peter’s wrist.

A little ways up the tracks, a loud cry and two grassy thuds announced Micky and Davy’s escape from the boxcar. “Hi, fellas!” Peter called, lifting his arm to wave only to find it still tied tight behind him.

Micky and Davy dusted themselves off as they trudged over. “Hey, Pete,” said Micky. “Nice threads.”

“What happened to the train robbers?” asked Mike.

Davy beamed smugly. “Ask the furnace.”

“Oh, God,” Peter gasped, his nonviolent heart ready to break. “Davy, you didn’t?”

Davy was utterly aghast. “That’s barbaric. They’re just shoveling coal. They kicked the stoker off the train, so now they’re stuck in the boiler room. As soon as they stop feeding the fire, the train will stop and the sheriff’ll catch up to ‘em.”

“There.” With a final hiss of effort, Mike severed a length of rope, and the coils binding Peter fell to the ground.

Davy clicked his tongue. Micky pursed his lips, just for a second. They looked mildly disappointed, but that wasn’t what bewildered Peter the most. To his surprise, the moment the ropes fell off had been a disappointment to him, too.

Hmm, Peter thought.

---

They had been in the department store for only two minutes when Peter disappeared. Asking the help desk, calling out his name, and pushing through clothing racks all proved in vain. Mike was ready to throw in the towel when Micky turned up, looking shaken. As Davy joined their huddle, Micky explained that a man had approached him wearing a long greatcoat and a hat that hid his face. He’d handed Micky a piece of paper and vanished as quickly as he appeared. 

“What’s it say?” Davy demanded, grabbing a corner.

Micky read the message, cut-and-pasted from a magazine. “‘If you ever want to see your friend again...’”

“‘Bring five thousand dollars to the following loca—’ five thousand dollars?” Mike exclaimed. “We don’t have any five thousand dollars.”

“There’s a picture of him.” Davy pointed. The enclosed photograph showed Peter in a dimly lit room, bound with ropes from head to toe and tied to a chair. Davy let out a low whistle.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Mike never took his eyes from the photograph.

Micky nodded, similarly transfixed. “Go and rescue Peter...”

“Mm-hmm.”

“And then get a couple copies made of this photo.”

“I’ll start the car,” said Mike.

---

Peter sat on the front step and sighed. It’d been three days since his harrowing rescue, and he still couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have friends that cared for him so. At his worst moment, lashed to a chair and feeling completely alone, they’d made him feel like the most desirable man alive. (Truth be told, he’d felt more like a five-course meal at times, the way they salivated over him, playfully tugging the ropes and detailing in vivid color what they’d do to him if they weren’t in such a rush to thwart the kidnappers—and he liked that just fine.) Peter only wished there was something he could do in return. After all they’d done for him, he was desperate to indulge them. But that was the crux; he couldn’t do it by himself, and he wasn’t about to wait to get kidnapped again.

The approach of Bobby the mail carrier broke Peter out of his stupor. “Hey, Peter, how’re you doing?”

Peter shook his head. “Bobby, they’ve got you working on Christmas Eve?”

“I’m here on my own time.” He held out an envelope. “This is for all four of you, from our family.”

Peter took the card, feeling as though he might burst with joy. “Thank you. This is wonderful. They’ll love this, I just...”

“Something wrong?”

“I’d just like to do something nice for them. Special, like this.” Peter thought for a moment. “You ever wrap a present?”

Bobby scoffed. “You kiddin’? I can wrap a bicycle in thirty seconds without a single spot of overlap.”

Peter grinned conspiratorially. “How do you like milk and cookies?”

---

Micky descended into the living room early Christmas morning. He had started the tradition of cooking the other three a pancake breakfast and waking them with the smell of coffee and bacon (tempeh, in Peter’s case), followed by presents under the tree. With work more scarce than ever, this year’s loot wasn’t much to see. Micky glanced over at the tree and almost scalded himself with hot coffee.

“Morning, Mick,” Peter yawned, sitting upright beneath the tree. From the soles of his shoes to just under his chin, he was cocooned in wrapping paper, tied snugly with a big red ribbon. On his forehead perched a shiny bow.

Micky laughed. “Man, look at you. How did you...”

Peter shrugged as well as he was able and naively batted his lashes. “Not too old to believe in Santa Claus, are you?” he said, casting a look at the plate of cookie crumbs and thin film of milk at the bottom of the glass.

Davy stomped out of his room rubbing his eyes. “Hey, what’s all the noise about—Peter!”

Mike gathered at the railing beside him and howled with laughter. “That’s out of sight, man. Aw, Peter, you shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble.”

“No trouble,” Peter assured him. “I do have one favor to ask, though.”

“Anything,” said Davy. “You name it, it’s yours.”

As his eyes began to water, Peter blinked and scrunched up his face. The paper rustled with his squirming. “Can someone please come and scratch my nose?”

[rpfofficial]

No because i hate when there are polls that include any of the beatles cuz its like an automatic win for them. The monkees won once in the 4v4 poll and beatles fans got so mad they made a seperate poll so they could win like pls just let us have something other than davy jones voter fraud 😭

other than davy jones voter fraud 😔 i remember the pvp poll that was really funny i voted monkees even before i liked them. for real can monkees fans have one win on this site? you know how peter once made a joke that being a monkees fan puts you at the bottom of the barrel or something? well it's true. this discrimination has to end. end the beatles autocracy.

[strictlyfavorites]

Monkeemobile, 1966, by Dean Jeffries. Built for the TV series The Monkees based on a 1966 Pontiac GTO 389 4-barrel convertible. 2