#tv: muppets tonight

[muppetsdaily]

ONCE IN A LIFETIME as performed by KERMIT THE FROG MUPPETS TONIGHT (1996)

[lexisnotasimp]

Muppets wallpaper I made!

[blondebrainpowered]

Prince on The Muppets Tonight, 1997

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[things-ford-pines-missed]

Muppets Tonight, aired from March 8, 1996 to February 8, 1998.

Thing Ford Missed #185: Muppets Tonight.

[grouperhq]

[inkandapex]

everytime

Lando Norris x Y/N

Summary: Lando never learns, no matter how many times he says 'never again,' he somehow always ends up in the middle of his girlfriend’s pranks.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: swearing

Excuse me

The phone was propped up just right, hidden in plain sight, quietly recording as Y/N lounged on the couch, bundled in a blanket, remote in hand, eyes fixed on the TV like nothing was out of the ordinary.

She fought to keep a straight face. A few nights ago, mid-doom scroll while waiting for Lando to come back from a night out, she stumbled across a TikTok trend that instantly caught her attention: girlfriends wiping away kisses from their boyfriends. The dramatic reactions were hilarious, and knowing just how pouty Lando could get, she had to try it for herself.

It was the perfect setup. Lando was getting ready to head out for a padel game with a few friends, and like clockwork, their usual goodbye ritual included a quick kiss before either of them left.

“Baby, I’m about to head out,”

Right on cue, Lando walked into the frame—duffle bag slung over his shoulder, eyes glued to his phone. He strolled over to the couch, plopping down beside Y/N without looking up.

“Do you wanna grab dinner tonight after I get back?” he asked, finally setting his phone aside to look at her. “Or should I just bring something home?”

She tilted her head, pretending to think it over as casually as she could.

“I don’t mind grabbing food if you’re not too tired,” she replied with a soft smile.

“Perfect.” He leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. “Alright, I’m gonna go. Text me if you need anything.”

As soon as he stood, she slowly reached up and wiped her cheek with her sweater, just noticeably enough.

“Excuse me?”

Lando froze mid-step, his mouth hanging open in dramatic disbelief.

She looked up at him innocently, barely holding back a laugh at how deeply offended he already looked.

“What?”

“What do you mean what? You just wiped off my kiss!”

“I didn’t! I was just itchy,” she said, barely containing her grin.

With an exaggerated eye roll, Lando leaned in again, this time pressing a slower, more deliberate kiss to her cheek.

He pulled back, eyes locked on her, waiting.

And, just like before, she reached for her cheek and wiped it off.

“Baby!” he groaned, collapsing back onto the couch, completely betrayed.

Y/N burst out laughing.

“Lan, go! You’re gonna be late!”

“Are you mad at me? What—was it the stubble? I can shave it off,” he said dramatically, grabbing her hand.

“Oh my god…” she shook her head, completely amused.

“Do you not want me to leave? I can cancel. I’ll stay, we can talk—”

“Lando!” she laughed, cutting him off. “It’s a joke, my love. It’s a prank.”

“You muppet,” Lando said, giving her a gentle shove before grabbing a pillow and swatting her side with it. “You actually had me worried for a minute.”

Y/N was still doubled over, breathless from laughter, clutching her stomach as tears formed in the corners of her eyes. The prank had worked way better than she expected.

She was mid-wipe, dabbing at her tears, when she saw him heading for the door, bag slung over his shoulder, keys in hand.

“Wait! You’re really leaving? No goodbye kiss for me?” she called out with a grin.

Lando scoffed, shaking his head as he slid his shoes on. “Already gave you two and you wiped both of them off. You’ll survive a couple hours without one.”

And with that, he stepped out, the door clicking shut behind him.

Still giggling, Y/N pushed herself up and made her way over to the hidden phone. She was just about to stop the recording when the door suddenly swung open again.

“Back so soon?” she teased.

Without a word, Lando strode toward her, gently took her face in his hands, and kissed her. Soft, warm, and lingering just long enough to make her melt.

“I’m still mad at you,” he muttered with a chuckle, shaking his head before finally heading out for real this time.

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Say it back

It was the end of a triple header, and Y/N had flown back to their Monaco apartment after the second weekend. She hadn’t seen Lando in a full week, which meant nightly FaceTime calls as soon as he wrapped up his post-race responsibilities.

It was the night before Lando’s flight home. He was lying on his side in his hotel bed, phone in hand, laptop propped up on the bedside table, camera angled perfectly for their usual call. He was casually scrolling through his phone, waiting on a text from Carlos to head out for dinner. Y/N was doing the same, her iPad balanced nearby as she sorted through the closet.

She wasn’t just passing time—she had a prank planned, and she needed Lando to hang up first so she could pull it off.

She finally heard the ping from his phone. Lando sat up and glanced at the screen.

“Just got the text from Carlos, baby. I’ll call you when I get back,” he said, moving closer to his laptop.

Y/N mirrored him, pulling her iPad closer and giving a small wave. “Have fun! Tell Carlos I said hi.”

“I will,” he smiled. “I love you, I’ll call you later.”

She immediately taps the screen, ending their call.

She stared at the now-black iPad screen, biting her lip to keep from grinning too hard. Not even thirty seconds passed before it started ringing again—Lando’s contact flashing across the screen. The hidden camera on the shelf beside her caught the whole thing.

“Watch him whine,” she mumbled to herself, quickly schooling her expression before picking up.

“Yes, Lan—”

“—I think the call cut off, baby,” he interrupted. This time, he was on his phone, holding it close. “I said I love you and that I was gonna call you as soon as I’m back from dinner.”

“I heard you, Lan,” she said sweetly. “I’ll probably still be up when you call. Don’t worry. Go have fun, alright?”

He gave her a soft smile, now walking down the hotel hallway. “Alright, my love. I love you.”

“Okay, bye,” she replied with the same gentle smile—and ended the call again.

She let out a quiet laugh, fully expecting the phone to ring again.

And, as predicted, it did.

When she picked up this time, Lando was in the elevator, now wearing a dramatic pout.

“I love you,” he said, deadpan.

She laughed, finally letting her composure crack. “Okay, Lan, I heard you the first time.”

“Then say it back!” he whined, full puppy mode engaged.

She was full-on laughing now. “This is one of your pranks again, isn’t it?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed in mock irritation.

“I’m glad at least one of us is having fun,” he muttered with a playful scoff.

“Alright, you big baby. I love you too,” she said, grinning.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You’re lucky you’re cute,” he mumbled with a smirk, finally ending the call.

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Come to bed

The apartment was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the TV as the two of them laid tangled together on the couch. The sound of their show played quietly in the background, but Lando had already yawned more than once in the last few minutes, his fingers twitching slightly where they were resting against her arm.

“You wanna move to the bedroom, love?” he mumbled, pulling away slightly to stretch, his voice thick with sleep. “We can keep watching there, I’m getting kinda tired.”

She hummed in acknowledgment but stayed exactly where she was, not budging an inch. That yawn? The perfect cue. Her mind was already spinning with mischief.

“I think I’ll sleep here tonight,” she said casually, eyes still fixed on the screen.

Lando’s head snapped toward her so fast it was a miracle he didn’t give himself whiplash. “…On the couch?”

“Yeah.” She kept her tone light, expression unreadable, fully committed to the bit.

He blinked at her, confusion furrowing across his face. Then, without another word, he grabbed the remote and turned the volume down until the room was almost silent.

“Wait, hold on—why?” he asked, his brows drawn together now, voice softer. “Did something happen?”

She shrugged nonchalantly, like it wasn’t that deep. “I just feel like sleeping out here.”

Lando stood up slowly, still watching her. She stared at the TV like she was completely serious.

She expected him to push back, maybe pout, or try to guilt her into coming to bed. But instead, he turned and walked off toward their bedroom.

She blinked, sitting up slightly. Had she actually taken it too far this time?

A minute later, she heard footsteps padding back down the hallway. Lando returned with an armful of pillows and the big blanket from their bed, dragging it all toward the couch like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“What are you doing?” she asked, trying not to laugh as he started arranging everything.

“Making up our bed,” he replied, fluffing a pillow and placing it at one end of the couch. “Since you’re set on sleeping here, I guess this is where we’re sleeping.”

She stared at him, completely caught off guard.

“You don’t have to do that,” she said through a small laugh. “You can go sleep in the bed, Lan. I didn’t say you had to sleep out here with me.”

“I know,” he said, shrugging as he smoothed out the blanket. “But I don’t want to sleep without you. So either we move to the bedroom, or I’m staying here.”

He looked up at her, eyes a little tired, a little soft. “Unless… are you mad at me? Did I do something?”

That was it. The guilt hit her instantly, followed by a wave of affection.

She sat up and grabbed his hand, pulling him into a hug, burying her face into his shoulder as she smiled. “It was a joke, baby. I was just messing with you,” she murmured. “But you’re so sweet, it actually hurts.”

Lando groaned dramatically, wrapping his arms around her like he was melting into her. “I hate you sometimes,” he muttered, but he was already smiling.

She pulled back just enough to kiss his cheek. “You love me.”

He sighed like it was the most obvious truth in the world. “Yeah. Yeah, I really do.”

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Rent is due

Ever since moving in together, Lando had made one thing painfully clear—Y/N was not to worry about rent. No matter how many times she offered, no matter how many spreadsheets she pulled up with her “budget breakdown,” he stood firm, arms crossed, shaking his head with a smug little grin. Her only job? Groceries. And even then, he often tried to sneakily pay for those too, claiming he “accidentally” tapped his card first.

That particular afternoon, she was elbows deep in flour and chocolate chips, humming to herself as she shaped the final batch of cookies. The apartment smelled like warm sugar and vanilla, and her camera was cleverly hidden behind a canister of flour, angled perfectly to catch his reaction.

She had seen the trend on TikTok a few days earlier: partners telling their significant others they couldn’t pay their half of the rent. And while technically she didn’t pay any rent to begin with, she knew Lando would absolutely fall for it.

The moment she got his text, “Be home in 5. Want 3 cookies. Minimum.”, she put her plan into motion.

As if on cue, the door clicked open and she heard the familiar sound of keys hitting the entryway bowl.

“In the kitchen!” she called out, casually sliding a warm cookie onto a plate like she hadn’t been plotting for days.

Lando walked in seconds later, still in his hoodie and cap, hair a little messy from his sim session. His eyes lit up the second he saw the cookies, practically tossing his keys onto the counter.

“They’re still warm,” she said sweetly, offering him one. “I’m about to put the last batch in.”

He took a bite, groaning dramatically as he leaned over the counter, melting like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. “You’re actually a witch,” he mumbled through the cookie. ��A dangerous, cookie-making sorceress.”

She giggled and kept scooping dough onto the tray, timing her moment perfectly.

“I do have to tell you something though,” she said, lowering her voice just a touch and furrowing her brows for maximum effect.

Lando glanced up, still chewing, immediately on alert. “Okay… what’s up?”

She hesitated, pretending to avoid his eyes, fingers fiddling with the cookie dough scoop. “I, um… I don’t think I can pay rent this month.”

He blinked. “What?”

“I had to use the money for something else. It was urgent. I’m really sorry.”

“Baby… baby.” Lando sets his half-eaten cookie down slowly, like he’s afraid any sudden movements might make things worse. He gently takes the spoon from her hand, brows drawn together in full confusion.

“What are you talking about? Since when do you pay rent?” he asks, voice calm but clearly alarmed.

She looks him straight in the eye, her expression painfully serious. “Since I moved in. I’ve just… been sending my half directly to the landlord.”

Lando stares at her, blinking slowly. “What do you mean the landlord?”

She shrugs, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. “I messaged her when I first moved in, asked for her payment details. Been paying her every month since.”

His jaw drops, cookie forgotten in his hand. “Wait. Elodie? Elodie from downstairs? Our Elodie?!”

She nods casually, scooping more cookie dough like she didn’t just drop a bomb.

“Babe…” He drags a hand down his face, the kind of motion that screams I’m too pretty to be this stressed. “I pay her. I’ve been paying her. Full rent. On autopay. Every month.”

“Well,” she says with a shrug, “so have I.”

He groans, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Okay. Nope. I’m messaging her right now. She’s either been robbing us blind or you’ve been sending money to some random woman impersonating our landlord.”

Her eyes widen. “Wait—Lando. Lando, I was joking. It’s a prank, baby. A TikTok thing! Don’t message her!”

He freezes, thumb hovering over his screen. He slowly lifts his eyes to hers, blinking like he’s buffering. “You’re kidding?”

She nods, bursting into laughter. “Yes! Oh my god, you looked like you were about to write an angry landlord Yelp review.”

Lando tosses his phone onto the counter like it personally betrayed him. “Fuck me,” he mutters, picking up his half-eaten cookie and dramatically biting into it. “I genuinely thought we were bankrolling a secret apartment downstairs.”

She’s still laughing when he points the cookie at her. “You owe me. I want another dozen of these. For emotional damages.”

“Done,” she giggles, walking over to kiss his cheek. “Sorry for the stress, landlord.”

He groans again. “I swear, if I ever hear the word rent come out of your mouth again, I'm billing you in cookies.”

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Watch it

After weeks of watching Lando get relentlessly pranked by his girlfriend, and loving every second of it, Max Fewtrell finally slid into her messages with a proposal.

“Tag me in for the next one. I’ve got ideas.”

They landed on a viral couple's prank: the partner’s best friend acts rude to the girlfriend to see how the boyfriend reacts. Simple. Effective. Potentially explosive.

The perfect setup unfolded one chill evening in Lando’s gaming room. All three were squeezed into frame on Max’s Twitch stream, headsets on, fingers flying over their keyboards as they played a chaotic round of Repo together.

Midway through a match, Max dramatically slammed his headset on the desk. “Fucking hell, mate, can we take five? My ears are bleeding from the strategic nonsense I’m hearing.”

He and Y/N exchanged a quick smirk. Game on.

“I’m gonna get some water,” Max said, standing up with a loud stretch.

“Could you get me some too?” she asked sweetly.

Max scoffed like she’d just asked him to run a marathon. “What do I look like, your butler? Get it yourself.”

Lando looked up so fast he nearly dropped his phone. His eyes flicked from Max to Y/N, brows furrowing. “I’ll get you water, baby,” he said immediately, standing and brushing past Max with a suspicious glance.

Max bit his lip to stop from laughing. Phase one: complete.

Back at their seats, they dove into another match. That’s when Max really turned it up.

“Christ, are you even trying?” he snapped at her mid-round. “It’s like playing with a blindfolded hamster.”

Y/N bit her cheek to keep from laughing.

Lando didn’t even blink. “Nah, she’s doing great. You just suck at support, mate.”

Max rolled his eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t pop out. “Support? I’m carrying this team!”

Still no reaction.

So Max went nuclear.

Another loss. Another dramatic sigh. “Right. I’m done. Y/N, Fuck You’re like deadweight”

Lando froze. His entire vibe shifted.

“Max.”

His voice was low. Too low.

Max blinked innocently. “What? She knows she’s bad.”

“No, mate,” Lando said, leaning forward, elbows on the desk, stare locked on Max like he was calculating how long it would take to physically throw him out. “Don’t talk to her like that. Seriously. You've been a dick the whole stream.”

Max tried to hold it together. “Mate, relax. I’m just saying—”

“I don’t care,” Lando snapped, slamming the mute button on the mic. “You don’t get to act like a complete twat just because we’re on stream. You think it’s funny to shit on her all night? Grow the fuck up.”

Max’s eyes widened as he looked over to Y/N for a lifeline.

Lando caught that too. “Don’t look at her! Apologize. Now.”

At that, Max and Y/N burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Lando’s mouth fell open. “You’re joking.”

Max clutched his stomach, wheezing. “Mate. I thought you were about to physically eject me from the chair. Like WWE style.”

Y/N was doubled over laughing, wiping tears from her eyes.

Lando just leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, jaw tight. “I can’t believe I fell for that. You two are insufferable”

Max unmuted the mic, letting the stream hear their chaotic laughter. The chat was already spamming “PRANKED” and “protective Lando mode”

“I’m still sweating,” Max panted. “That vein in your forehead? It had its own heartbeat.”

Lando groaned. “You know what? Next time you both prank me, I’m calling your mum, Max. I swear.”

Y/N giggled, wrapping her arm around Lando. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

“I was ready to throw him out the apartment” Lando smirked, finally cracking.

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Propaganda

Rita Moreno (Singin' in the Rain, West Side Story)—She’s an EGOT, an absolute legend for how she navigated her career as a woman of color in the fifties and sixties. Her performance as Anita in West Side Story is why I go back to that movie so many times. She is an icon and she is the moment.

Angela Lansbury (The Harvey Girls, The Court Jester, The Manchurian Candidate)—The babe, the myth, the legend. In her own words her early hollywood roles were "a series of venal bitches" and they were all glorious. Half of them wanted to kill you and you probably would have thanked them. She even goes toe to toe with Judy Garland in The Harvey Girls! That said, she was chronically underused and misused during this era - she was just 36 when she was cast as Elvis Presley's mother in Blue Hawaii and a few years later commented that she'd played so many 'old hags' that most people thought she was in her 60s. She thought she was "all talent, no looks" but she was the full package! Post-1970 I hope we all know what an incredibly talented and compassionate badass she was, but I feel like not enough people know her early roles as a hot (often villainous) young thing.

This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Rita Moreno propaganda:

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Angela Lansbury:

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"Most of us know Angela Lansbury as old lady sleuth Jessica Fletcher, but it's important to know that she was smoking hot in her younger days as well as a damned fine actress. Although she didn't get lead roles until her early 40s, at 17 she was a supporting actress in films such as Gaslight (1944), National Velvet (1944), and The Picture of Dorian Grey, for which she won the Golden Globe for best supporting actress and was nominated for the Oscar. Even in her memorable performance as the manipulative mother in The Manchurian Candidate, she is listed as a supporting actress as she does not play the love interest. She was successful both on stage and screen, and won the Tony for her lead role in the musical Mame on Broadway in 1966. TL;DR While Angela Lansbury mostly played supporting roles in films before 1970, she had what it takes to be a leading actress, which we know from her success on stage and tv from the mid 60s onward"

"She looked like a princess but bit like a viper"

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[karlachismylife]

Wanting To Hold You

I actually wanted to keep the whole 10 prompts as reader asking for a kiss and characters responding, but man, I just couldn't pass an opportunity to make Ghost beg. Desperation looks good on a man :)

CW: gn!reader, reader is a tease and a menace (lovingly), Ghost is touch-starved and absolutely whipped, a tiny bit suggestive. Johnny makes an unforgettable appearance.

(Title from "Open Arms" by Jorney, which is kinda Ghost coded imo. as any song about a man horrendously in love is)

Simon Riley is a menace. That's no news flash, you've known that since that very first time you saw his looming figure in a mask that only a certain kind of person can pull off without seeming like a total weirdo or clown, and Ghost is (usually) neither of those. Spending five minutes in a conversation with him only confirms for anyone that Simon is, indeed, a menace, and that you just have to accept that fact and bear with his rich persona if you want to have any business with him at all.

If you want to get close to him, you're bound to love that he's a menace.

And you do.

But no one ever said you can't be a menace in return. Especially when Simon gets too full of himself, basking in the feeling of always getting his way, now that he's a mountain of a man with a death stare and according reputation, not a trapped and tormented shell of a young boy watching helplessly his world turn to hell.

No harm in giving him a taste of his own medicine. Not after he had been particularly demanding last few days, refusing to let you out of bed in the mornings and clinging to you throughout breakfast and your preparations for work. It's the rain, you know it makes him needy, foggy head focused only on getting his arms full of someone warm and soft, smelling nice too.

No need to make you late for work, though. Having a cuddle monster in your apartment doesn't impress your boss as a valid reason, you know.

That's how you find yourself playing with the black blazing flame that Ghost is, dancing around him all night - you have his whole team over for an obligatory football game and a satisfying, fat dinner everyone contributes to. Wearing his surname on your back, draped in big, possessive letters of his old T-shirt, you flutter around, slapping his fingers away mercilessly as he tries to get into the dessert ahead of everything else. With a stern look, you make a point out of licking the spoon - rightfully his spoon, the one he always gets to clean with his tongue - clean so he gets nothing, except Johnny's mocking laugh as he watches his Lieutenant stand in front of the kitchen counter with a dumbfounded, almost pouting look.

"Behave, or I'll give your second portion to Johnny," you add to the insult with a devilish smile, passing Simon as if his big, brown, betrayed eyes aren't pulling on every string your soul has.

"Fat bastard will fookin' burst if ya let him 'ave three!" Your little plan would've gone to shit if Simon managed to grab you around your waist and pull in for a kiss as reparations for the dessert spoon denial, but that's why you shamelessly drag Soap into this mess too: as soon as Simon barks out his accusation, Johnny scoffs loudly and retorts.

While they're bickering over your casserole slowly baking ready, you successfully escape the kitchen to visit Kyle and John, who are busy with setting dinner table and listening to the pregame commentary on TV.

"At each other's throats again, are they?" Kyle's chuckle betrays no surprise as you nod happily, putting a cool beer bottle in his hand and earning a playful kiss on your knuckles.

"Muppets gonna burn our food if they keep tha' up," grumbles Price, munching on a stolen cucumber slice - since he is not the one who's getting your revenge tonight, you simply move the little plate closer to him and sit down, relaxing. Having four additional pairs of capable hands makes dinner nights much easier, so you enjoy your time lounging with your man's Captain and Sergeant until it's time to start.

It feels almost cruel to touch-starve Simon, with pretend innocence sliding your palm from under his when he wraps his fingers around yours out of habit between eating - you're not doing this out of malice, of course, you just want to pass Kyle some pepper or move a glass pitcher out of Johnny's way before he tips it over. Your thighs don't touch under the table, and when all five of you move to the living room to watch the game with whatever everyone grabs - snacks, beer, tea and dessert (you let Simon has his seconds, even though his eyes bore into you with silent indication it's not pudding he's craving already) - you sit next to him.

Not in his lap, like his wide stance implies.

First half of the game Simon seems to watch you more than football, drilling a burning hole in your skull, slght frown forming between his blond eyebrows. Are you angry with him? Did he fuck up? Somehow managed to forget an important date, even though they're all branded into his brain? Promised to run some errand and forgot? Left the goddamn toilet seat up, even though he's always the one who watches it when his teammates are over, since Johnny manages to forget every single time?

But you don't look angry, that's the problem. Neither do you seem upset or uncomfortable. After all, you would tell him if you were.

You're simply denying him what he wants, and Simon fucking Riley cannot wrap his stubborn head around this turn of events.

You don't think you can withhold your affection much longer by the end of the game: Simon looks positively unhappy, grumpy and gloomy, as he ditches the aftergame smoke and argument with the boys and follows you into the kitchen, a silent shadow on a mission to get what he wants one way or the other.

His burly arms wrap around your waist as you throw some napkins away, and you smile triumphantly.

"Everything okay, big boy?" Your cheerfulness is a bit too much, and Simon makes a miserable noise in response, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, mangled lips pressing urgent kisses to your skin, trailing along your jawline - you have to wiggle away quickly, turning around in his big embrace and leaning back against the counter with a fake question in your eyes.

"C'mon, lovie, I jus' wanna kiss ya, c'mere, eh?" He leans in and you finally drop the act, stopping him directly, with your fingers over his mouth.

The look he gives you is priceless. Sheer disbelief mixed with need, a little kid watching Santa snatch the last cookie off the plate and devour it with no crumbs left to share.

"Then ask me nicely for a kiss, Si," you purr, and that sweet smile you give him - bloody hell, you look so proud of your mischief, a naughty child yourself, unable to conceal your excitement over having him beg.

He won't. Simon Riley doesn't beg, he takes what he wants or accepts defeat with head held high. If that's the game you're playing, he'll just have to accept the rules and starve you in return, until it's you who's crawling to him for a single snuggle and smooch.

That's what he wants to think, but you stick out your lips just a little, a condescending look on your face - you've caused him to be this pent up over a bloody kiss and you dare to look at him as if you're pitying him! - and he's gone.

"How nice do I 'ave to be, lovie?" His poor throat constricted to the point of rasping.

Fucking putty in your hands, he is.

You pretend to think, a picture with your finger rubbing your chin, before you finally run your hand over Simon's nape, tugging on his outgrown hair to pull him even closer and whisper:

"Ask very nicely, hm?"

There's still a flicker of that fire you're playing with in his eyes - oh, he'll get back at you for sure. When his knees stop buckling and his spine becomes firm and rigid, not soft and pliant under your touch.

Simon Riley kneels before you in your kitchen, smelling of casserole, pudding and beer, and folds his arms behind his back, catching his own elbows in his big palms. Nothing to tie him down aside your words, he isn't worried his teammates might see him like this in the slightest.

"Please, lovie. Can I have a kiss? I've missed you the whole evening."

You're a goner just like him once he looks up at you with his big, hooded eyes - primal need and actual hint of blues just from several hours without your healing touch.

"That was very nice. Maybe you should do that more often," you exhale, attempts to keep yourself in check futile, and lean forward, cupping his face for a kiss, longing lips pressing and sucking through rapid, needy huffs of breaths, Simon's arms still bound by his will behind his back so you can push and pull him any way you want - the only plea he mouths silently into the needy tangling of your mouths is to not let go a little longer.

Johnny's never been as silent as when he walked in on Simon moaning into your lips at a simple tug on his hair.

[ofmdrecaps]

09/26-27/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Con O'Neill; Madeleine Sami; Vico Ortiz; Ruibo Qian; Because The Night Zine; OFMD Rewind with Adopt Our Crew/Astroglide; Well & Truly Docked Event; Don't you want us Netflix? Fan Spotlight: Amuseoffyre; Love Notes;

== David Jenkins ==

Is that our friend Adam Stein perhaps? A producer/writer/actor in Our Flag Means Death that David is meeting with???? I think it may be. David just happens to be posting pictures with some "old friends" hm? 🪿🪿🪿

Source: David Jenkins' Instagram

And as you can imagine-- that has triggered QUITE the Honk fest.

Source: HonkForecast's Twitter

== Rhys Darby ==

New Season "Curses" on Apple TV premiering October 4! Our dear Captain is back as Stanley! Wanna learn more? Check out the AppleTV page.

Source: Rhys Darby's Instagram

Rhys has been very busy lately as you can tell-- and we got a special interview with not just Rhys, but Rosie too!

Source: Diaspora.NZ Substack

And hey! We already knew Rhys is going to be playing BinkleBonk in the new BadJelly show-- but now we get to see what Binklebonk looks like!

Source: Rhys Darby's Instagram Stories

== Con O'Neill ==

Con's back home again, and spending some much needed cuddle time with Cooper <3

Source: Con's INstagram

== Madeleine Sami ==

Somehow I missed that Mads would be joining BadJelly as well!

Source: Bad jelly tv

== Vico Ortiz ==

VIco was out at the 29 Queer Film Festival!

Source: 29 Queer Films Festival Instagram

== Ruibo Qian ==

Our Pirate Queen shared some of the gorgeous work by @cosmosart-s who's been keeping up the honking efforts on Instagram! Beautiful work dear!

Source: Ruibo Qian's Instagram Stories

== Adopt Our Crew / Astroglide ==

Our friends over at @adoptourcrew had another OFMD Rewind with @astroglideofficial! This time for Season 1 - Episodes 8-10! If you have access to twitter and missed it-- please visit their thread here! Otherwise, if you don't have access to twitter, here's screenshots of the thread!

Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter

== Well and Truly Docked Event ==

You may remember there was going to be a OFMD meetup in Galveston Texas! Well several of our crew members got together and had a grand time! It looks like everyone had fun-- hope you all make it again next year! Got some photos from the event you'd like to share, please let me know! I'd love to share the with the crew :) Thank you Captain Charlemagne for sharing these!

Source: @captain-charlemagne's Instagram

== NSFW: Because the Night Zine ==

CW: NSFW! Did you miss out on the preorders of the Because The Night - Gentlebeard Zine? Well no worries! You can order one again before Oct 11!

Source: BecauseTheNight Zine

== Don't You Want Us Netflix? ==

Our dear friends over at HonkForcast on twitter shared a new video that cators to netflix for our dear show! Featuring the talents of @ferventrabbit and @escargotcargo!

== Fan Spotlight ==

= A Muse Of Fyre =

Tonight we have another round of absolutely stunning muppets by the brilliantly talented @amuseoffyre! If you haven't yet, please check out the exquisite detail on these muppets! There are just so many tiny details that make them so very accurate to the show!

Oluwande / Lucius / Pete / David Jenkins / Fang / Ivan / Jackie / Karl / Buttons

Source: amuseoffyre's Instagram

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies. Gosh, it's been a long week. I'm so sorry it's taking so long for me to catch up on things. Things continue to be chaotic here, and I wish I was out there honking with you. You all have been doing such a great job, and I hope that you're getting some of the fun energy going around. This is a quick one tonight since I'm so behind, but I want you to know I'm thinking of you, and wanted to remind you to take some time for yourself. A dear friend reminded me of this today (and so many of you have lately, sorry I forget to respond to messages) and it really is important. Some people spend their whole day taking care of others, and it's easy to forget to take care of yourself. Please go take a shower, drink some water, eat something good, and just spend some time doing something you love. Be well lovelies, take care of yourselves <3

Source: Finding Poeta Instagram

[cosmicretreat]

Jim Henson's short-lived series The Jim Henson Hour debuted on NBC on April 14, 1989.

The show was something of a compromise for Jim, who had been trying to sell an idea called Inner Tube (and later, Lead-Free TV) which was similar to the satirical British puppet show Spitting Image and would have featured MTV-style editing and a darker tone. Executives didn't like the tone and, like everyone else, just wanted more of The Muppet Show.

Jim had also done a series of specials called The Storyteller, a dark fantasy show that used puppets and special effects to tell traditional fairy tales. The Jim Henson Hour struck an uneasy balance between the two, with half the show devoted to MuppeTelevision (similar to the Muppet Show, but more like the eventual Muppets Tonight), and the second half devoted to The Storyteller or other fantasy stories that were darker in tone. The two halves did not sit well together, the ratings were low, the time slot was awful, and the show didn't last long at all.

Louie Anderson was the guest on the first episode. Because most of the former staff and performers of The Muppet Show were at work on Fraggle Rock, and Frank Oz was pursuing his career as a film director, a number of new Muppet characters were created and most of the older characters didn't appear on the show. The new characters proved unpopular, and most of them didn't survive beyond this series (although my man Digit deserves more time). The second half of the episode featured the Storyteller segment "The Heartless Giant."

The Storyteller segments are amazing and I highly recommend seeking them out. They have been commercially available, and are IMHO some of the best work Jim Henson did.

[sentientcave]

The Good Ol' Rugby Game

It's the middle of the so called "work week" and you know what that means:

IT'S WIP WEDNESDAY

I was thinking about Rugby AUs because have you seen the thighs on those lads? But I don't know anything about Rugby tbh this is just vibes and thots. Something somethin elaborate rituals. But it's also fun. Pardon my errors I wrote most of this on discord today

Reader is a trans man - No name but he's referred to as Ripper by Simon and Johnny because they think he's like a little terrier/ankle biter on the pitch (It's a pitch for rugby, right?). And he is.

Contains: Mentions of alcohol, mentions of rugby, takeout food, Johnny and Simon, bros being bros, you know how it is

You've won.

It takes a minute for the cheering to register, for you to realize that the whistle's been blown and the game is finished, and by the time you do realize, you're in the air, brawny arms hooked around your middle, flying until you hit the ground hard, Johnny on top of you. "Fuckin' beautiful!" He shouts, his voice hoarse. And then an even heavier weight drops down on the two of you, squeezing all your air out.

"Brilliant, lads," Simon growls, knocking his forehead against yours. "Fuckin' perfect play."

"Riley, you're going to break me if you don't get your fat arse up," you grouse. "You too, Tav. Fuckin' muppets."

"Aw, love you too, Ripper," Johnny lands a wet, sweaty kiss on the side of your head before he shoulders Simon off the two of you and pounces on the giant, kissing him on the mouth with zeal.

You get up with a groan, your whole body one big fucking bruise. "Shoulda picked football," you complain to no one in particular. "I'm going to feel this forever."

Johnny swats at you blindly as you limp off, somehow managing to connect, his hand a guided missile that's only capable of targeting asses.

It’s just an amateur league— You know that, everyone on both sides of the pitch know, but it feels like your neighbourhood never got the memo. As the seasons gone on, more and more people have been showing up, wearing green and white, and when you go out to the pub after games, you never have to buy your own pints. It’s almost like being a girl again, except now you feel at home in your own skin, and the only person that tries to grab your arse is Johnny.

You know it’s Johnny and Simon that everyone’s there for, and you don’t care— You’re proud of your huge friends. They joined the league a little after you did, newly retired from the military, both of them with too much energy and muscle and training to not play some kind of sport. And they rope you into training with them. Runs with Simon so early in the morning it’s still practically dark, running drills on free afternoons in the park, tagging along to the gym and watching Johnny lift insane amounts of weight. It’s more fun than you think you’ve ever had.

You’re definitely a third wheel, but they’re good about it, obviously together but obviously wanting you around, careful to include you.

And it feels good to be one of the boys.

You grab your bag from under the bench and head off the pitch, eager to go home and shower the grass stains and flecks of someone else’s blood off of you, maybe curl up with a pint of dark beer and a pint of chocolate ice cream. Everyone’s likely going out for drinks, but you’ve been jostled around plenty for the day, head still ringing a bit from an elbow you took to the side of the head during a scrum.

“Hey, Ripper,” Johnny yells after you. He has lungs, even after a game of shouting himself hoarse. “Ye comin’ to tha pub?”

“Nah, not tonight,” you shout back. “Can’t be arsed. Goin’ home to order a Chinese.”

He’s about halfway deflating, and perks back up at the mention of greasy take out. “Order for Si ‘n’ me too, aye? We’ll be round in an hour.”

“Alright!” you call back, because that’s easier than shouting across a crowd that you were really looking forward to cozying up in front of the tv and— Oh, right. “Bring beer!” That saves you a stop on your way home.

You get home and scramble to clean up a bit-- Johnny doesn't mind a bit of mess, but Simon will stare at clutter like it personally offends him (because it does), or worse, just start tidying up. He always tells you you're not as bad as Johnny, but it's not much of a consolation. Half the mess is your roommate's anyway, who is at her girlfriend's for the weekend, again. It likely won't be long till she moves out, and you'll have to leave your cozy little spot. But at least you now have large friends to help you move.

That done, you order takeaway and pop into the shower, tossing your sweaty uniform into your hamper, and you're just getting dressed again when someone knocks at your door. You nearly forget to tuck your packer into the pocket you've sewn into all your boxers, remembering only as you almost reach the door. If anyone on God's green earth will notice that you suddenly don't have anything in your pants where you usually do, its Johnny.

"Takin' ages," he complains when you finally do answer the door. Behind him, Simon is paying for the takeout, making the delivery man look so nervous it would be funny if you didn't feel bad.

"Didn't have pants on yet. And Si, you don't have to--" He shoves the paper bag at you, cutting you off. Okay. Fair enough.

Johnny kicks his boots off haphazardly at the door. Simon takes his off neatly and sets both pairs neatly to the side.

Johnny's already in the kitchen, stowing beers in the fridge, then banging cupboards open and shut looking for plates. You'd think he'd remember by now, but he never does.

"You guys didn't have to skip the pub, you know," you say, unpacking the bag of takeout on the coffee table. "Everyone'll want to congratulate you."

"S'no fun without our little Ripper," Johnny says, tossing you one of the few beers you did have in the fridge, grinning. "Wouldn't even bother with the league without you."

"Don't be ridiculous," you say, laughing. "You guys are good. Best we've got."

[lexisnotasimp]

Here are my headcanons for if the welcome home characters joined the muppets when the muppet show started since welcome home was taken off of platforms!

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(In this au there won't be any dark or horror stuff bc this will be if welcome home wasn't a horror thing and was an actual show so if you want horror this isn't a horror au.)

[That means home and the others are normal and the show isn't dark]

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In the mid-70s, when The Muppet Show was being made, the company that owned welcome home decided to make a deal with Jim Henson to where he gets to own the characters and officially use them in any muppet related stuff because of the downfall of welcome. Jim Henson accepted the offer and got the rights to the welcome Home series.

Jim updated all the welcome home puppets a little (just small tweaks and some updated outifts.) to make them look newer and better quality.

They then were added into The Muppet Show, and the characters appear in the theme songs and multiple episodes.

They added some skits for the characters (example: Eddie trying to deliver mail, but all the muppet dogs chase him away).

Most of the Welcome Wome characters acted the same as they did in Welcome Home except for Wally. Wally was made to be a little less childish (he still acted childish at times), and he flirted with some of the women on the show and liked getting kisses from them.

The WH characters acted a little more mature than they did in the show and would make a few adult jokes.

They would appear in:

All seasons of The Muppet Show.

Background cameos in the 1979 muppet movie.

The great muppet caper (as happiness hotel workers)

Some other muppet movies (as background characters or they get small lines)

Muppets (2011) (with small talking lines and in the Muppet Telethon scene) (Howdy would be a part of the barbershop quartet in the barbershop scene)

Muppets Most wanted (Wally would get a few lines, and the others would get background appearances)

The Jim Henson Hour (They would be in some of the skits or in the background)

Muppets Tonight (Wally would appear in the Paula Abdul episode where he would get a kiss from her, and Clifford would get angry at Wally)

Muppets 2015 series (All the WH characters would be in it and get a good amount of screen time)

Muppets Mayhem (Eddie and Sally would get a small appearance in an episode)

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Wally would be more of a main character in the muppets.

Welcome Home would have reruns every year on its birthday month on the Disney Channel.

Some of the characters would have also appeared on talk shows.

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Anyways that's it for now! If you wanna make fanart of this au or if you have any questions, feel free to do so!!(Just pls tag me)🌟

[palettepainter]

Does anybody know what time Muppets Tonight showed on tv's from in the evenings?? Apparently late night talk shows can go from 11pm to 2am but just want to check if anybody knows for sure

[muldermuse]

Haunted House (Fox Mulder X Reader)

Welcome to the Muldermuse October spooky writing thing!!!!!!!!

I posted a drabble earlier and here is something slightly longer. Hope u enjoy <3333

You know someone is home; the lights are on, the muppets is blaring on the TV and there are toys littered across the hallway. Dinner was halfway cooked and left simmering on the hob, there was a glass of wine poured for you, yet there was no one around.

Usually, when you returned home from work you were greeted by the stomping running feet of your 3 year old daughter with Fox shouting hello from whichever room of the house he was in. Tonight, the house looked lived in but with no sight of your small family.

“Hellooo, anyone home?” You shout as you kick off your shoes and shrug your jacket off your shoulders. By looking at the carnage in the living room, it looked like Fox and May had had a busy Friday. Barbies were sat up on the couch with colour blocks and crayons covering the floor. Blankets and pillows were displaced and it looked like Fox had attempted to make a fort, which you imagine your daughter was either completely uninterested in or destroyed in 30 seconds with a huge grin on her face.

You hear a giggle and running feet upstairs, it’s quick and you can hear Fox shushing as the movement stops. You can hear hushed voices as what you assume is your bedroom door creaks closed. You slowly head up the stairs, trying to listen out for any further noise.

“May? Fox? Is anyone home? I think I can hear a ghost” You call as you inch further up the stairs. You can hear your daughter’s muffled giggle as you make it to the top floor of your home. The only light to illuminate the upstairs is a lamp and the longer you stare at it; the darker everything seems to be.

You can imagine how excited your daughter is, your mischievous girl is probably thrilled at the prospect of terrifying her mom after a long day at work. Her and Fox had most likely planned this escapade earlier in the day with both of them counting down the hours until they could scare you. To be honest, you’re actually incredibly impressed at how quiet she’s being so you decide it’s time for the big scare.

You walk over to the master bedroom and exclaim, “I hope the house isn’t haunted!”. As you put your hand on the doorknob, a small figure wearing a white bed sheet runs out shouting BOO. You reach down to pick your daughter up and spin her around as she breaks into a fit of giggles.

“Ghost!” She exclaims as you pepper her sheet covered face with kisses. Fox is leaning against the doorframe with a huge smirk on his face. Fatherhood suits him more than you ever expected. He isn’t as clean cut as when you first got together. He has more stubble, his hair is mostly a mess and his wire rimmed glasses always sit at the bridge of his nose. “I think we scared Mom, May”.

You place your daughter back on the ground as she looks up at you through the cut out holes in her white bedsheet. Her eyes are identical to her fathers and you think about how every day she looks more like Fox. “Scary, right Mom?” She says as she wraps her ghostly arms around your legs. 

“Super scary” you reply as Fox winks at you as he places a kiss to your forehead. 

“Welcome home to your haunted house, baby"

[thegingerjedi]

Alright I’ve been tagged by both @thanekrios and @aearyn so now I suppose I have to do it

Last song: Happy Holiday by Andy Williams (I love Christmas I am not sorry about it)

Favorite color: dark emerald green or royal/cobalt blue

Last book: Exploring the Dangerous Trades, Alice Hamilton’s autobiography (I’m writing my MA thesis on the history of industrial hygiene… this is not a “for fun” book but it is very good if you’re into this sort of thing)

Last movie: I honestly don’t even remember. The Muppet Movie maybe?

Last tv show: on purpose? Bob’s Burgers. actually watched last despite continuously protesting that I hate it? Hell’s Kitchen

Sweet/savory/spicy: yes

Relationship: married!!!!!! Madly in love with my wife!!!!! Despite forcing me to watch Hell’s Kitchen for some reason!!

Last thing I googled: phone number of local Indian restaurant

Current obsession: Dragon Age the Veilguard….

Looking forward to: finishing my damn master’s thesis. Time with my kitties over the holidays. My cousin is visiting! I’m getting Indian food for dinner tonight! I get to bake more before Christmas for the people I love!! Seeing my wife when she gets home from work tonight!! Giving Christmas presents!!!

I will tag: @angelicfangirl @mhara @defira85 @i-rarely-wear-matching-socks @ketran-zemi and @aurrieattorney if you’d like!