#corabi years

[bangbangyou]

This band is only 12 years old HOW

[cruesuffix]

Wait what other things have they done to Mick? Like obviously Nikki throwing shit and ripping out his hair and the aggressive back patting but I haven't seen anything else? Sigh....the lore I have yet to uncover..

oh anon the lore… the lore is extensive I fear. here’s just a few ways the band has disrespected mick throughout the years… cause i don’t feel like these things should go overlooked tbh.

1. being aggressive towards mick:

as you can see most of this is nikki and tommy… mainly nikki actually. I would like to note: when nikki talks about his time rooming with mick during the shout/theatre of pain days, what he regrets to inform you is that nikki actually forced mick to sleep in the closet. it started when nikki threw a party in their hotel room and mick got annoyed enough to go fall asleep in the closet and then soon enough nikki declared that that was his bed and that that was where he was going to sleep. it got so bad that even doc had to make a choice of either getting a hotel room with one bed or two for them. of course he ended up just getting his own room, most likely after the hair pulling incident. anyways, mick talks about the band literally assaulting him after he got in his relationship with emi. funny thing to point out but, somewhere in the dirt he mentions that he might have slept with the other nasty habits girl donna… which means not only did he treat mick terribly during this time, but he was a hypocrite as well. and i think the band knew he did it too and never punished him like how they punished mick.

2. making gross jokes about his weight/ grossly exaggerated how he looked.

calling him a whale and making weirdly fatphobic comments about a man going through an addiction like that is… a choice. they’ve always had a problem with this though, as tommy has said some weird things about vince and his weight as well.

3. kicking mick out of the recording process of gen swine and replacing his track

I can’t add any more screenshots, so i’ll just take direct quotes from the book instead!

- “So for the first time in our careers, we started to turn against Mick, to think that he was actually the one holding us back because he thought that the blues and classic rock were the only genres of music that mattered.”

- “Mick was being brainwashed into believing that he had nothing to contribute to the band”

- “Oddly enough, a few days afterward the guys started calling me to come into the studio, saying they couldn’t get anything out of Mick and wondering if I could lay down some guitar tracks in the morning before Vince arrived. I did that for a few days until Mick called the studio one afternoon and asked, “Crab, what are you doing there?”

“I’m just playing some guitar,” I told him. And he went ballistic: evidently they hadn’t told him they were bringing me in to redo his tracks.”

as you can see, not only did they gaslight mick into believing he couldn’t contribute to the band anymore, they also replaced all his guitar tracks with corabi. so, (allegedly), you’re not hearing mick at all on that album, you’re hearing john corabi. both mick and john corroborate themselves on that statement.

4. constantly threatening to kick him out.

there’s at least a couple of instances of this. if you really want more evidence of this, I’ll make a separate post cause this is getting really long. all i’ll say is that from the years 1984-1987 the band has threatened to kick out mick and replace him with jake e lee and any other up and coming guitarist. the reason for this was because they thought mick was too old and not attractive enough. bob daisley had to tell them not to do it after they came to him for his opinion. this goes to show they didn’t actually care about how talented he was, like they constantly shoved in our faces the years after these occurrences. they wanted someone young and hot, and they probably felt mick was holding them back (he wasn’t).

so in conclusion, not only did the band rough house him, they also physically assaulted him, openly make fun of his appearance, and slowly kicked him out of his role in the band. it’s a contention between fans on whether or not he even played anything on their last two albums (new tattoo and sola). personally i do believe he managed to get his tone into new tattoo but with the way the band has been treating him the past few years, i don’t think he played a lick on sola. mind you, they’ve treated him like this for 40 years. four decades of this, alongside personal problems, health issues and just being older than them. im not making this to say they were just evil little bastards that never liked him. im saying this because i don’t like this narrative of people wondering why nikki abandoned him. how the guy who got his face tattooed could possibly turn around and shit on him. they’ve done this time and time again. all the gentle petting and loud praise was performative. sure, they’ve all had moments when they were extremely close to each other. that was in the past. they haven’t been close to each other since decade of decadence. that gentleness they portrayed in the resurrection of motley crue was just fear and guilt. i love these guys, which means i have to do the tough job of calling them out on their shit.

[love-on-mars]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a angst fic abt mick (80s,90s era) literally could be about anything i just never see anyone base a angst fic around him and its always based around the reader so i was wondering if you could write one around mick! Sorry if this request kinda sounds weird ☠️

Hiiii! I’m so sorry if this one is kinda short, it’s also more of hurt/comfort so I hope that’s ok. I set this in the 90s when Mick was having it rough in the band, therefore; angst! Enjoy!

Warings: swearing: talk of chronic illness, sad Mick, angst

Worthless (Mick Mars x Reader)

You heard to front door swing open followed with a grunt and a sigh. Immediately you went over to see your husband of 10 years treading in, looking just as defeated as he has the last few weeks.

Neither of you had to say anything, it was almost funny how intuitive you bother were to each other. It was like you could read each other’s mind, knowing if something was wrong. You looked up at him as you helped him take his coat off, he looked at you with sad, tired eyes. He looked like a kicked puppy.

You pulled him further into your shared home and brougham him upstairs, hearing some soft grunts as he walked up. It broke your heart to hear him in pain, and you knew the AS was getting worse than ever. The worst thing about it is there’s nothing either of you can do to help him.

You offered him some food but he shook his head, opting to take a shower. You offered to help but he said no, he’s always insisted he can care for himself. You know this of course, but offer anyways like how he helps you.

As he came out he got dressed and lays down, a disgruntled sigh escaping his lips. He looked over at you, knowing you wouldn’t sleep until he told you about his once again terrible day in the studio.

“What did they say this time?” You softly asked him, wanting to be as gentle as possible. Recording Generation Swine was hell for him, the producer Scott Humphrey was a real piece of work. Never satisfied with what Mick had to offer, and turning the guys against him. He even said Tommy was a better guitarist than him, Mick had never been so crestfallen during his time in the band.

“What do you think?” He spat, “all I heard today was no, no, no and no. Nothing I contribute to this damn album is good enough for those assholes! Nikki seems to think I can’t play anymore, and said that I’ve always been terrible! They want to use John Corabi on guitar, but what about me?! Don’t I matter?! I’m the guitarist! If this is how they’re gonna be then I might as well just quit!”

You stared at Mick sadly as he ranted, unsure of how to help him. Mick has never been a particularly emotional man, the only time you’ve ever seen him cry was when he shed a tear at your wedding. As he vented you that tears had begun to form in his eyes, and as he finished he sobbed. He didn’t want to quit, he worked too hard to accumulate his fame and fortune. If he quit he would fade into obscurity based on the direction music was taking.

“My damn back doesn’t help. It’s so hard to turn, just putting my guitar strap on is hell. The guys don’t give a shit. They never have.” He sighs. He pauses before looking back at you, “why the hell are you even with me? Im worthless! What do you want from me? Money? Fame? I can’t imagine what else I have to offer you at this point…”

You straddled him and took his face into your hands, wiping away the tears he had shed in his sorrow. “Mick. I could never and will never use you like that, You know that. I married you because I love YOU, Everything that comes with you is just a bonus. You always make me feel happy and loved, no matter what. You’ve proven to be loyal and committed, no matter how tempted you were on tour. You’ve always treated me like the most precious thing on earth, and you listen to me. You aren’t worthless Mick, not to me.”

As he looked up at you more tears fell from his eyes, despite feeling relief about your relationship he couldn’t shake the feelings of inadequacy in terms of the band. The damage the producer and his bandmates were causing was too much. All he wanted was to feel he was still capable as a musician and a member of Motley Crue.

“I feel and look so old though…so worn…” he sighs, placing his hands on yours as he leans into your touch. “I don’t know what to do. All I know is I can’t take this anymore.”

“I know you hate confrontation, but if they are pushing you to tears then you need to say something. If you don’t go down there and speak up I will. I refuse to let them keep abusing you like this, you’re hurting enough as it is.” You say as you kiss away the remaining tears on his face. He chuckles at your bravery, but shakes his head.

“No need for that, Love. I’ll figure this out, somehow.” He gives you a small smile, he’s been through worse. He’ll get through it.

You nod and turn out the lights before laying down next to him and getting under the covers. You lay your arm across Micks torso to hold him close, he wraps an arm around you pull you into him. “Thank you baby. I don’t know what I would do without you in my life. I love you.”

“I love you too, Mick. Everything will be ok.”

[anaalnathrakhs]

Yay!! Your doing ship bingo!! Love it when you do asks!! Vinikki, Tommyvince and terrorcest and to spice it up how about a rare pair John corabi and Mick (don't think they have a ship name) :D

yeah don't worry i love subjecting people to my rants. will never stop. thank you for asking you brave soul.

VINIKKI

Reverse-colored evil star, they are the opposite of silly. They're constantly in the divorce proceedings. Every night they divorce and every morning they get back together. They CAN fix each other but CERTAINLY not by kissing. Cmon guys you can be reasonable I believe in you. I'm not as much of a fan as sooooome people in this fandom but I think they have a fascinating dynamic and I love writing their interpreations even though I've rarely written one myself.

TOMMYVINCE

...cannot be encapsulated by this bingo. They're so casual it hurts. So bestie bros it hurts. They'll never divorce because they were never married, but that FWB arrangement includes cuddles and will last until the end of times.

TERRORCEST

DOUBLE BINGO DING DING DING. They can fix each other, but that doesn't mean better for other people around them. In the same band for over forty years that's more marriage than a lot of people who actually went and tied the knot legally. Perfect dynamic, unhealthy 100% functional and arriving rapidly at your location. The only ship Tommy manages (almost) not to make So Silly :3 because of its radioactive levels of serious doomed love toxicity. His constant no-homo on instagram have moved from silliness to straight up a little sad. I'm obssessed w them.

JOHN CORABI/MICK

I'm not gonna lie I know very little about Corabi as a person. This is just an educated guess based on... not much? A couple photos and some social media posts in the past decade or so. Anyway.

I think Mick would get a kick out of being weird and mysterious towards the new guy for a while to confuse him. So that's a REALLY silly thing to base a relationship upon. But I don't know, I think it could work if it happened, they both seem calm and reasonable enough to make anything work. If anything, the divorce would be amicable. Motley crue is a wonderful dynamic that crushes the chosen four and probably isn't very fun for the others either, so I don't think kissing would fix them in the long run, but I think they could have a nice few years of being a nice calming presence in each other's lives. Secret under wraps of course, but they're much more friendly on the outside due to... not having over a decade of baggage at that point.

I have no idea what I'm saying at this point. Hope this makes a modicum of sense lmao

[ghelgheli]

The Stuff I Read in June/July 2023

Stuff I Extra Liked is Bold

I forgot to do it last month so you get a double feature

Books

Ninefox Gambit, Yoon Ha Lee

Heteropessimism (Essay Cluster)

The Biological Mind, Justin Garson (2015) Ch. 5-7

Sacred and Terrible Air, Robert Kurvitz

Wage Labour and Capital, Karl Marx

Short Fiction

Beware the Bite of the Were-Lesbian (zine), H. C. Guinevere

Childhood Homes (and why we hate them) by qrowscant (itch.io)

piele by slugzuki (itch.io)

بچه‌ای که شکل گربه میکشید، لافکادیو هرن

بچه های که یخ نزدند، ماکسیم گورکی

پسرکی در تعقیب تبهکار، ویلیام آیریش

Küçük Kara Balık, Samed Behrengi

Phil Mind

The Hornswoggle Problem, Patricia Churchland,  Journal of Consciousness Studies 3.5-6 (1996): 402-408

What is it Like to be a Bat? Thomas Nagel, (https://doi.org/10.4159/harvard.9780674594623.c15)

Epiphenomenal Qualia, Frank Jackson, Consciousness and emotion in cognitive science. Routledge, 1998. 197-206

Why You Can’t Make a Computer that Feels Pain, Daniel Dennett, Synthese, vol. 38, no. 3, 1978, pp. 415–56

Where Am I? Daniel Dennett

Can Machines Think? Daniel Dennett

Divided Minds and the Nature of Persons, Derek Parfit (https://doi.org/10.1002/9781118922590.ch8)

The Extended Mind, Andy Clark & David Chalmers, Analysis 58, no. 1 (1998): 7–19

Uploading: A Philosophical Analysis, David Chalmers (https://doi.org/10.1002/9781118736302.ch6)

If You Upload, Will You Survive? Joseph Corabi & Susan Schneider (https://doi.org/10.1002/9781118736302.ch8)

If You Can’t Make One, You Don’t Know How It Works, Fred Dretske (https://doi.org/10.1111/j.1475-4975.1994.tb00299.x)

Computing Machinery and Intelligence, Alan Turing

Minds, Brains, and Programs, John Searle (https://doi.org/10.1017/S0140525X00005756)

What is it Like to Have a Gender Identity? Florence Ashley (https://doi.org/10.1093/mind/fzac071)

Climbing towards NLU: On Meaning, Form, and Understanding in the Age of Data, Emily M. Bender & Alexander Koller (10.18653/v1/2020.acl-main.463)

On the Dangers of Stochastic Parrots: Can Language Models Be Too Big? 🦜 Emily M. Bender et al. (https://doi.org/10.1145/3442188.3445922)

The Great White Robot God, David Golumbia

Superintelligence: The Idea that Eats Smart People, Maciej Ceglowski

Misc. Articles

Ebb and Flow of Azeri and Persian in Iran: A Longitudinal Study in the City of Zanjan, Hamed Zandi (https://doi.org/10.1515/9783110694277-007)

WTF is Happening? An Overview – Watching the World Go Bye, Eliot Jacobson

Using loophole, Seward County seizes millions from motorists without convicting them of crimes, Natalia Alamdari

Punks, Bulldaggers, and Welfare Queens, Cathy J. Cohen, Feminist Theory Reader. Routledge, 2020. 311-323

Is the Rectum a Grave? Leo Bersani (https://doi.org/10.2307/3397574)

Why Petroleum Did Not Save the Whales, Richard York (https://doi.org/10.1177/2378023117739217)

‘Spider-Verse’ Animation: Four Artists on Making the Sequel, Chris Lee

Carbon dioxide removal is not a current climate solution, David T. Ho (https://doi.org/10.1038/d41586-023-00953-x)

Fights, beatings and a birth: Videos smuggled out of L.A. jails reveal violence, neglect, Keri Blakinger

Capitalism’s Court Jester: Slavoj Žižek, Gabriel Rockhill

The Tyranny of Structurelessness, Jo Freeman

Domenico Losurdo interviewed about Friedrich Nietzsche

Keeping Some of the Lights On: Redefining Energy Security, Kris De Decker

Gays, Crossdressers, and Emos: Nonormative Masculinities in Militarized Iraq, Achim Rohde

On the Concept of History, Walter Benjamin

Our Technology, Zeyad el Nabolsy

Towards a Historiography of Gundam’s One Year War, Ian Gregory

Imperialism and the Transformation of Values into Prices, Torkil Lauesen & Zak Cope

[the-gig-attender]

ZAYN, Los Angeles Power Disco

Date and Loc: Dec 8, O2 Edinburgh

Who: Zayn is Zayn from One Direction. He's appeared generally to not like being in One Direction. He is now four albums into a solo career - which he seems, at times, to have generally not liked that much either. There are signs that he's enjoying it slightly more now, which is why he's touring.

The question as to who LAPD are seems to be one you have to untangle. What appears to have happened is that a cult band called Cobra Man, who described their sound as 'L.A. Power Disco' and who were known for soundtracking skateboarding compilations, have broken up.

About a third of the band have pressed on, taking that LAPD tagline as their new moniker. The main guy from Cobra Man does not seem to be involved.

Why Am I here: I am here because Zayn solo is really underrated!

To break them down: Mind of Mine is a fantastically performed pop record, with beautiful production and vocals. I think it houses some of the best pop the 2010s, particularly 'It's You', 'Befour, 'Bordersz'. Icarus Falls was a catastrophic commercial flop but one I've never quite got my head around - it is a long album but a very sturdy, consistent one. Nobody Is Listening (which turned out to be aptly titled as it flopped) opens with a slightly dodgy rap but has otherwise aged very well. His latest is good too - a modest commercial comeback.

Across all these albums, there are only two songs (gates of hell, whatever track 1 on NIL is called) that I don't really rate. There's also been a pattern of quite sniffy reviews on release, only for the albums to get a bit more respect as time goes on.

Solo: Yes. I somewhat stood out. I'd say demographics were probably 85-90% female.

Was it good: Taking them in turn:

LAPD absolutely baffled me and prompted me to spend the bus ride home googling. As a programming fit for Zayn's music, just deeply strange. They're basically a *completely* straight-forward 80s AOR act. Like completely. Lyrics, pleather, hair, everything. Every note and aspect of production is 80s AOR. They sound like FM.

I had to piece it together after the gig: Basically, Cobra Man was an attempt to blend AOR with the lo-fo skater aesthetic. Listening to them on the ride home, they really reminded me of the band Haunt - who make straight-up heavy metal, very slightly on the glam side, but with a homespun, lo-fi kind of vibe.

I think something has been lost in the transition from Cobra Man to LAPD - any sense of edge or novelty. I think the modernisation of a very familiar sound has become more akin to recreation.

They're actually decent at it - it is a precise and detailed reconstruction, and the lead, i think someone called Sarah - has a very strong voice. If you were making a film, set in the 80s, about an AOR band, you'd want to cast these two.

It just feels very strange on the night. AOR was an intensely oversaturated niche, which has proven revival-proof even as every other trend ever has come in out of fashion. Closing my eyes during the performance - it felt like something you'd hear played over a montage of someone driving on a Vinegar Syndrome zero budget reissue of a shot-on-video 80s action film.

Opening for Zayn - who makes very earnest music - just feels strange. That they were at some point a skate-adjacent outfit made some sense of it, but I don't think that's quite what the band is anymore. But at the same time, whatever happened with Cobra Man is probably very fresh and maybe they've just not fully figured it out yet. As is - if nothing else - they'd be a perfect fit warming you up for an evening with John Corabi's dead daisies.

As for Zayn - four albums and 8+ years in the making, the tour is solid. He's a good singer - and frequently live actually pushes his vocal slightly further than the studio take. He has one of the best male voices in contemporary pop.

It's been an interesting ride. His albums have failed worse than you'd have thought possible in some respects - you'd think momentum alone would have compelled Icarus Falls to a higher chart peak than *77* in the UK - but the long and short of it is that he has a better body of work than any of his bandmates.

He has never toured as a solo artist before. You wouldn't have guessed. He is not a massive presence on stage, but he's not really trying to be. He has a bigger band than I was expecting (and all women, which is rare). The show is unfussy, very straight-forward, devoid of any theatricality whatsoever but tastefully presented.

It probably had a different vibe in London actually - the O2 Edinburgh is a kind of fascinating venue in some respects - it's almost exactly the same shape as the Barrowlands, probably the most beloved venue in Scotland, but is negative on vibes, rubbish acoustics. It is maybe the most basic, least romantic venue in central Scotland. And the bar is extortionate. But fundamentally I spent the evening standing about, listening to Zayn, and I moderately enjoyed myself.

I don't know what I'd have made of it if it'd been me hearing the songs for the first time - but there's something nice about finally hearing lives tunes I've been listening to consistently for the last eight years. And I respect too how just, on his own terms it is as a production. His fans are old enough now - just - to feel nostalgic. He is not interested in catering to it at all - the only nod to OD whatsoever is one circumstances pretty much forced him to take - a closing tribute to Liam, who is dead.

As someone who likes all his albums - my ideal setlist would be less heavy on the new cut and would dig deeper into Icarus in particular - I thought the two best moments of the night were quite deep cuts: 'Sweat', much warmer than the studio version, and 'Scripted'. The latter in particular is a beautiful song, beautifully performed.

'Pillowtalk' I think was the biggest departure, as an arrangement - given a more laid back, even gentle treatment. I think I miss the drama and sweep of the original cut - but it makes perhaps his least representative single feel of a piece with the more americana-adjacent sounds of his latest.

I'm curious as to what comes next - this'll mark either a belated start to a conventional solo career or it could be a farewell. I'm still hoping for the former.

[metalshockfinland]

G4L Records Presents G4L Cancer Benefit Show #2 for John

Live Performances by Rusty Cooley (Day of Reckoning), Hindsight, Dead Set Red, Chasing Yesterday, and Bar Rats. G4L Records is proud to announce Cancer Benefit Show #2, a concert aimed at raising funds to support John, a Houston Texas local battling Stage 4 Colon Cancer. “Following the success of Show #1 last year that starred John Corabi (Motley Crue/The Dead Daisies) and Anthony Corder  (Tora…

[thief-and-dragonfly]

Do you know what will make Nikki real mad?

Mick works with John corabi again. I mean mick said the 1994 album was his favorite and Nikki gaslit John for no reason almost 20 years ago and never apologized

I don’t think Nikki will care unless it harms the Crüe or his image

[sluttery-withoutshame]

Sing for me, Singer!

I will forever kick myself for not knowing this Fallen Madonna with the Big Boobies existed years ago. This band came to my city and I didn’t know he existed.

God I love his singing voice.

Who’s the guy in the green shirt? Is it John Corabi?

Eric Singer Project (ESP) - Kiss Nothin’ To Lose, War Machine (Live At …

[cruecifymesixx]

Love and Leather /part seventy four/

Word count: 3.7k

A/N: Hope every one is staying safe out there! the world is a scary place atm. s/o to @xxisxxisxxis​ for getting me out of my slump

Warnings: language, dash of angst, smut

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*November 1995*

~Nikki’s POV~

I stopped at the bathroom door, hearing Vanity cursing quietly and slamming drawers closed. I opened the door up seeing her trying to get a lid to a pill bottle-Wait.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I questioned, watching her become startled as she looked at me, “Are those fucking pills?”

“Yes they’re pills. What does it look like? I can’t get this stupid thing open.” She spoke through gritted teeth, knuckles white as she tried again.

“Why the hell do you have pills in our god damn house?!” I quietly shouted, knowing Arianna was right in her room getting ready for school, “I thought you were sober!” I took one giant stride and snatched them out of her hand.

“Nikki? What the hell! Give them back. It’s not what you think it is.” She said, trying to reach for them but I put my hand on her shoulder and gave her a light shove.

“What the fuck is the matter with you?! It’s not even seven in the morning. And you’re already trying to get high. What the fuck Van? Our daughter is in the next god damn room.”

Vanity scoffed, “Babe. You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m fucking ridiculous?” I glared at her as I untwisted the cap and dumped the little white pills in the toilet.”

“Nikki! No!” She stared at the toilet in horror before shoving my chest.

I quickly grabbed her wrists and held them in front of our bodies, “Vanity, what the fuck?”

She looked at me, cheeks red and tears in her eyes, “That was my birth control, Nikki!” She rugged away from me, looking down in the toilet as she ran her hands through her hair and pulling on the ends.

“Well why the fuck isn’t in one of those little discs.” I tossed the bottle in the trash as I looked at her, “Vanity, I am so sorry. I thought-“

“Yeah I know exactly what you thought!” She rolled her eyes, “The pharmacy didn’t have my usual birth control and gave me a generic brand. That’s why Nikki.” She groaned, “Damnit, I just picked them up yesterday.”

“Uh...can’t you get more? I’ll go pick them up for you. I’m sorry Van, I thought...” I rubbed the back of my neck, avoiding her glare as I sighed, “I’m sorry.”

Vanity remained quiet as she threw the pill bottle in the trash, “It’s fine, Nikki.” I watched as she leaned forward to add more gloss on her lips.

“I mean, it’s not like we’re having sex.” I mumbled seeing her glare as I smiled in return.

“I don’t take it just so I can be your little cream puff.” She rolled her eyes, “I take it because your child screwed up my menstrual cycle and because I’ve been told I have a few outbursts here and there and the pills you just dumped help keep my hormones in check, which keeps my moods in check. So if you don’t want me to start screaming at you, I suggest you get out of my face and go to the studio.”

“Did you just call yourself my little cream puff?”

“Nikki!”

I started laughing and took slow steps to her before kissing her cheek, “Love you. If you love me later and you find yourself hungry, come by the studio and we can go out to lunch and you can meet John too.”

Vanity elbowed my sternum and I quickly stepped away and put my hands up, “I’m leaving!” I chuckled before leaving the bathroom.

“Bye baby. I’ll see you after school.” I told Arianna as I popped into her room to see she was playing with her barbies. She quickly put them down and came running to me.

“Love you daddy.” She hugged my legs, making me smile and bend over to kiss the top of her head.

“Love you more angel. Be good today.”

*a few hours later*

~Vanity’s POV~

I glanced in the rearview mirror, smacking my lips together after wiping away excess lipstick. I exhaled before glancing over at the studio doors. I figured it would be better to just let this mornings incident go and be civil with Nikki. I noticed behind me some guy in a dodge pick up truck attempt to parallel park behind me. I rolled my eyes before closing the cap on the lipstick and tossing it into my purse.

I closed my eyes and counted to ten when I felt the car move just a bit and the sound of metal being crushed, “stupid idiot.” I muttered to myself before stepping out and slamming the car door.

“What the hell dude? Your truck clearly cannot fit into a tiny little spot. If you can’t drive it you probably shouldn’t have bought it.” I groaned when I walked to the back seeing the rear end crushed and the tail light smashed on the asphalt.

“I am so sorry miss. I wasn’t paying attention. I swore I had enough clearance.” A man with long curly black hair and cut off jorts stood in front of me.

“Yeah, that’s crystal clear.” I rolled my eyes, pushing the sunglasses up to the top of my head, “This isn’t even my car.”

Nikki was going to kill me, than him.

I watched as he dug into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and grabbing his insurance card “I can pay for whatever damage-“

I laughed in his face, “You can pay for a two hundred thousand car to be fixed?”

“Ma’am, I am very sorry. I have a lot on my mind and parallel parking isn’t my greatest skill. We can work out payments or something, just take my insurance card please. I am running late to a band meeting. Again, I am very sorry.”

I tilted my head to the side, as I took his insurance card my eyes widening when I saw the name of the policy holder: John Corabi. So this was the guy Nikki couldn’t shut up about.

I handed it back to him, “You know, it’s not that bad.” I looked at the damage, “My uh, baby daddy will take care of it. Just be careful next time. So, you’re in a band?”

He nodded and fumbled with the paper between his fingers, “Yeah, well, no. Not officially. I sign the contract today. You know, if you wanna forget about this maybe I could take you to see them?”

“See the band?” I smirked, “Maybe we can work something out. What band is it?”

John took the initiative to let his eyes wander down me before I was met with a smile, “Mötley Crüe. You know them?”

I gasped, pretending of course “Mötley Crüe?! I am such a big fan of them! We’ll call it even if you take me with you.” I brought the sunglasses back down and touched the side of his shoulder.

“Wait, really? Uh, oh-okay. Yeah, right this way. This is the studio they work at.” He gently placed his hand on my lower back and guided me across the parking lot.

He reminded me of the crackhead version of Slash if Slash himself was a lot skinnier and less hot.

“You know, you kinda look like a friend of mine. I’m Vanity by the way.” I smiled kindly when he held the door open for me.

“Vanity? Like the mirror?”

I chuckled, “Yes, like the mirror. Another favorite is it being a strippers name.”

“Well are you? Because you are absolutely gorgeous. I’m John.”

“No not a stripper, maybe in another life I was. I feel like I would’ve made a real good dancer. So, you’re replacing Vince Neil, huh?”

He nodded, “Hoping too. I think they all liked me.”

You have no idea.

“Well I think you have very big shoes to fill. I’ve heard a lot of things about the Crüe. That they’re wild and disgusting, devil worshippers even.”

John laughed, “I’ve heard crazy stories too. But I’ve always been a big fan. I left my band to do this so I’m risking a lot. But I think I’ll be alright.”

“I hope so. I’ve heard about the bassist, what’s his name again? Heard he’s kind of an asshole.” I laughed under my breath.

“Nikki Sixx? He seems like a nice guy. But if he isn’t, I can deal with assholes.”

“Yeah! Him! He’s hot but his attitude is totally shitty.” I attempted to keep from cracking up in a fit of laughter by chewing on my bottom lip. John opened up the wooden door the bands studio, the ‘in session’ light illuminated. Tommy and Nikki were laughing their asses off about something while Clementine filed her nails. Mick was in the corner talking to his tech guy.

Nikki glanced over at me, a smile spreading across his lips but it dwindled when he noticed Johns arm was wrapped around me. I mouthed the words ‘relax’ to him as he became confused.

“So this is the band? Wow, real life rockstars.” I pretended to sound enthused as John nodded.

Tommy gave me a ‘what the fuck are you doing’ type look while Clementine tried not to laugh.

“Hey guys, and Clementine. I hope you don’t mind I brought a friend. Her name is Vanity.” John explained was he pointed to a chair I could sit down at.

“Hi I’m Vanity. You’re Tommy Lee, right?” I smiled at Tommy, extending my hand out to him as he shook his head.

“I’m not shaking that because I know where that hand has been.” He leaned closer, whispering to me as I swatted his shoulder.

“Are you not going to introduce them to me?” I questioned John, batting my eyelashes at him as he quickly nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, no, of course-“ he took a sip of his water and cleared his throat, “This is Mick Mars, guitarist and legend.”

Kiss ass. By the eye roll of Micks, he felt the same way.

“And Nikki Sixx, bassist and leader of the band.” Nikki side eyed me as he leaned back into the chair, arms crossed over his chest as he let out a breath of hot air.

“I’m very surprised you’re already bringing groupies around.” Nikki tsk’d as I scoffed at his words.

“She-shes not a groupie. I accidentally hit her sports car.”

“Oh?” Nikki glanced at me, “Sports car, huh? What kind?”

I smiled at Nikki, “A black Ferrari...the damage isn’t too bad. The taillight is busted out and the bumper is a bit crushed in and scratched. His fault, not mine. But I told him my baby daddy would be more than willing to fix it.” I smiled at Nikki, seeing his face turn a crimson shade by each word that escaped my mouth.

Nikki turned his glare to John, “You hit my car?” I shimmied past him to sit down on Nikki’s lap.

“John, meet my baby daddy, Nikki Sixx.” I kissed the side of his cheek before smiling at the both of them, “Small world, right?”

A lightbulb clicked off in Johns head, “Van-Vanity....oh you’re-“

“Vanity Blackwood almost Sixx. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

John looked like he was about to shit himself, “I am so sorry Nikki. I just got a new truck and it’s bigger than my last one. I will pay for all damages and what not.”

Nikki chuckled “We’ll swap information later. Here.” Nikki reached out and handed him a black folder “Read it later and bring it back to me signed tomorrow. It’s your contract.” He kisses the side of my cheek and my neck.

I leaned against his chest, seeing the dumbfounded smile John had before turning to Nikki, “You said if I was hungry to come see you.”

He grinned before rubbing my sides and pulling me off of him, “Let me finish this and then we can go. Do you love me again?”

I pondered on it, laughing when he lightly smacked my knee, “Only if you take me to where I can get margaritas and bottomless salsa and chips.”

*a little while later*

“Baby, you aren’t gonna get drunk, you’re just going to get a brain freeze if you keep it up.” Nikki chuckled and I slurped down my second strawberry margarita. I licked the salt off the rim before taking the tequila shot he had got me.

“Am not. And you’re the one that keeps ordering them for me.” I pointed out before stealing a bite of his nachos.

“So what are we gonna do for Christmas?” I looked at him and shrugged.

“Um, I don’t know? Presents? Tree? Decorating the house? What do you want to do?”

“I want to go to Texas...”

“Texas? What the hell is in Texas- oh Nikki. No, no. I don’t think we’re ready for that..”

He nodded a bit, “I figured, I just want to Uh...make amends with your mother. And Greyson and Sage....again.”

I sat back in the booth as I watched as he munched down on his food, “Let’s do that in the new year, okay? Let’s just give Arianna a Christmas with the both of us for the first time. My family isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.” I suggested softly as he nodded again, opting not to say anything as he took a sip out of his soda bottle.

“I just don’t want them to hate me.”

“They don’t.”

Nikki laughed, “Doll, you don’t have to spare my feelings. It’s alright.”

“No I’m serious. They don’t hate you. They just...they thought higher of you and that you wouldn’t but we don’t have to talk about it right now. Let’s just enjoy lunch and talk about Christmas. Arianna has been talking about that Barbie Jeep to drive around. She saw it when we went to the store a little while ago. And she believes in Santa and I want her too believe in him for as long as she possibly can.”

“But Santa isn’t real? Why would we have her believing in something that isn’t real?”

I stared at him before I started laughing, “Are you serious? She’s a child, Nikki. It’s part of the Christmas spirit and it’s the same with the Easter bunny, the tooth fairy, and magic and fairies.”

“Well, I’m not dressing up like Santa if that’s where this is leading. But I guess we can get her that Barbie Jeep but I want to test drive it.”

I chuckled, “You know it’s made for small kids right?” My phone started ringing and I sighed through my purse to find it.

“Yeah, well, as a father I should make sure it’s safe. Maybe me and T-bone can test it. Make sure it’s up to protocol.”

“Whatever you want Sixx. It’s Clemmy.” I brought the phone up to my ear, “Hey Clem, what’s up?”

Nikki rolled his eyes, “Her separation anxiety is showing.” He muttered as I flipped him off.

“Tell him I heard that.”

“She heard you.” I smiled, he rolled his eyes again and took a sip of his beer, “What’s up though?”

“I was thinking, what if we had a dinner party tonight? To welcome John into the band.”

“A dinner party?” I looked at Nikki as he shrugged and wasn’t interested in it.

“Yeah that would be good. Would give me a reason to clean all of Arianna’s crafts off the dining table. I wouldn’t know what to cook for everyone-“ I stared when Nikki ripped the phone out of my hand.

“Clementine, it’s Nikki. If we’re having a dinner party and the band is coming over, Vanity is not cooking. Just pick up some steaks and I’ll grill them later and get some sides, and beer. Okay? Bye now, we;re busy at lunch.” He hung up on her and handed the phone back to me.

“Always a gentleman, Nikki.”

*Later that evening*

I sat on Nikki’s desk, watching him exhale as he put the guitar down, “What’s up?” I motioned for him to come to me. With a chuckle, Nikki rolled forward a bit and looked at me, “Yes, Princess? What do you want?”

“You love me?” I questioned, spreading my legs and putting either one on the side of the arm rests of the chair. Nikki’s eyes briefly looked down between my legs, catching a glimpse at a black thong under the black skirt I was wearing

“Of course.” His rough hands ran from my ankles to my mid thighs, his lips pecking sporadic kisses against my skin. Nikki scooted closer, keeping a iron grip on my legs before pushing the fabric up my hips.

A breathy sigh left my lips when he kissed against my inner thigh, his tongue darting out before pressing a kiss against my clothed core. I leaned back onto my elbows, his eyes never leaving mine.

Nikki’s hand traveled up my sternum before wrapping around my throat, using his weight to force me down on the paper covered desk. My lips parted when he squeezed my neck, a toothy grin breaking out across my face. I sighed when I felt his hot breath against me, his tongue slowly licking a stripe before twirling it around my clit.

“Can’t wait for dinner baby?” I smirked, wincing when he nipped the inside of my thigh before going back to work.

A laugh mixed with a moan tumbled out when Nikki spat on my pussy, his fingers rubbing it in before spreading my legs more. Hazel hues stared up at me as his tongue found its way inside before they closed and he hummed against my skin.

I pushed black strands of hair out of his face before resting my hand on the back of his head. “Right there, Nikki.” I encouraged in a breathy moan. His hand slipped under my shirt and bra, cupping my breast as he pinched and rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

I pushed his head closer to my body feeling his smile, “I think our guests will be here soon.” Nikki paused before continuing. He placed a gentle kiss against my clit before sliding two fingers inside of me, my back arching off his desk as his tongue figure eighted over my clit before sucking on it “Come on babygirl.”

I focused on his movements, feeling my interior walls tighten around his fingers repeatedly. I heard the clink of his belt buckle being undone as I hit my peak, tugging raven strands at the root and biting back moans.

Nikki’s hands quickly grasped around my upper arms, pulling me up to a sitting position. I reached out for his pants, pulling apart the laces as he hollowed out my cheeks and gave me a seering kiss. His tongue drenched with my cum and his teeth pulling at my bottom lip.

I pushed his pants off his hips as he took a hold of his cock and I pushed my panties to the side for him. He let out a groan and my head fell back when he pushed himself inside of me brutally slow.

“Hey guys everyones- oh my god!” Nikki quickly pulled out of me and turned around to stuff himself back into his pants when Clementine came through the office door.

“Get the fuck out! Get out of my office!” Nikki yelled at her as I couldn’t control my laughter.

“Fuck! I’m so-“ She slammed his office door “-Sorry!! But everyone’s here!” Clem yelled from the hallway as I got off his desk and adjusted my thong and fixed my skirt.

“Thanks Clem!” I yelled back, attempting not to laugh and failing “Oh relax.” I stepped towards Nikki and wrapped my arms around his waist, feeling his hard on pinned against me, begging for release.

Nikki looked at me and started laughing before he fell back into the chair and rubbed his face, “To bad your back was turned towards her, you shoulda seen the look she had. It was pure disgust and horror.” He groaned and rubbed himself through his pants, “Aren’t you gonna help me? It hurts.”

“Well I feel good...” I mumbled “Put it away. The band is here and we gotta go downstairs.” I chuckled before I turned away from him and started walking to the door.

“Vanity, if you leave me like this I swear to god you aren’t going to walk right for a week.” He threatened as he quickly followed behind me before he wrapped me up in his arms.

“After dinner- Ah Sixx.” I winced, pulling away from him when he sharply nipped the side of my neck, “After dinner, I promise.” I reached behind and patted his cock to make him jump.

“Dick tease.”

Everyone was already sitting around the table when Nikki sat down at the head of it and I sat down at the other side, “Sorry guys, had to take care of business upstairs.” I glanced at Nikki before taking the bottle of wine Clementine handed to me and poured it straight to the top.

“Like what you saw?” I teased, seeing her cheeks go red as she pretended to gag.

“I’m scarred for life now.” She mumbled before taking a long sip out of her wine glass.

“Ari, baby. Tell auntie we should always knock on doors.”

“Auntie, mommy says you need to knock.” Arianna giggled as she was barely able to see over the dinner table.

“Thanks for that pumpkin. I’ll remember next time.”

“You got a beautiful house, Nikki.” John continued to kiss his ass from earlier as I rolled my eyes.

“Thank you. Vanity is the one that picked it out for us.” Nikki smiled at me as I watched him pop open a beer bottle.

“And he refused to let me decorate it. Said he didn’t want to live like it’s Easter.” I pointed out, arching an eyebrow as I looked at me.

“Because you didn’t want to live in the land of dramatic and dreadful.” Nikki matched my expression as I blew him a kiss.

I looked towards the front door when the doorbell went off, “I’ll get it.” I excused myself, “Start eating without me, Clementine has worked hard all afternoon.” I smiled at the boys, patting Micks shoulder gently as I walked past him.

Nikki reached out and grabbed my hand before pulling me to him and giving me a kiss. The doorbell rang again, “Okay, okay. I love you too.” I laughed, pulling away from his grip.

I walked out of the dining room and to the entry way, seeing a shadow beyond the glass of the door. I opened up, a light gasp falling past my lips when I saw who was standing on my doorstep.

“Deanna?”

[cruesuffix]

CRAB ON MARS HC'S I BEG OF YOUUUU

you ask and you shall receive!

crab on mars headcanons (for the two ppl into this ship)

- ok first things first; corabi is very overprotective over mick in a way. corabi is a very honest man and will tell it like it is, so he’s the first person to really pull mick aside and tell him to stand up for himself. he’s very protective of him because he’s seen first hand how ppl take advantage of mick because he’s so nice and he really wants his old man to grow a pair of balls and start being more assertive.

- the ideal date for both of them would be going to a shooting range. after the incident with mick and one of Johns entourage, they decide to not bring anyone else with them. ofc this works in their favour either way cause they both want that alone time together.

- i love the idea of them playing video games together. like maybe micks playing the game and john watches him. anytime mick finds himself stuck on a particular level or tricky spot, corabi will try to help him out (“shit, I’m stuck!” “have you tried jumping onto that ledge?”). or if they’re doing a multiplayer game they’re both just so focused on beating the level, maybe they playfully rib on the other for being so bad at playing the game.

- they literally lived together at one point (corabi lived in his guesthouse right after his divorce and lived there for like…maybe 1-2 years) so just thinking about domestic life with the two of them together. waking up and maybe the first thing john does is go over to the main house to have breakfast with mick, getting bored and popping by to see what he’s up to. maybe even holidays together. they have a chill thanksgiving together, either they try to make food (and then possibly burn it, what happens is up to the viewers imagination) or maybe they order a pizza and watch tv together. christmases together where they both pretend they haven’t gotten a present for the other only to surprise them with the coolest gift ever. maybe (as cheesy as this will sound) they make cookies together and find themselves goofing off more than baking. like corabi obviously starts it by casually throwing flour in micks face and then by the end of it, they’re both covered in flour and promising each other they won’t do it again.

- If micks feeling particularly depressed (either due to the pain or his impending divorce), corabi will try to cheer him up. he’ll ask if he wants to go out (either to go shooting or ride their motorcycles to wherever the hell they want) or if he wants to stay inside (to just lay around and do nothing together). ofc they usually stay inside, but sometimes mick will want to get out of the house for a bit so they usually just ride around town on their motorcycles.

- sometimes corabi will feel a bit self conscious about his place in the crue, so mick has to remind him that he’s a valuable member of the band and that he’s glad they found him. cue very sappy hugs (which btw corabi is the only member who gets these hugs…mick has barely touched any of the other guys in years, but he’s almost overly affectionate when it comes to corabi).

- even when corabi leaves the crue, mick is consistent in his contact with the former singer. he doesn’t care if john leaves, is in the band, moves out of the country, he’ll always be a part of his life. they continue their relationship as normal, maybe they have to hide it from the other guys a bit. mick would make little jokes about his short time in the band (“remember when we used to go to band practice together?”)

- gen swine is like the hardest time for both of them. mick is having his problems during the recording process and john has to hide the fact that he’s been replacing all of micks parts on the album the entire time. when mick finds out, at first he’s mad. he’s confused as to why the band would do that to him and why corabi would lie to him, but when he realizes the only person stuck in the middle is john, he eases up and tries to understand where he’s coming from. this one has so much angst potential but…I don’t know where to go with it to make it a full fic.

i just like the idea of two chill ass guys tbh. my fav corabi quote was in the dirt where he discusses micks wife cheating on him and he goes “she wanted everything mick could give her except the most valuable thing, himself.” like he went on and on about how nice he was and how caring he was…like bro you two should have gotten married instead, yall would have had the chillest marriage ever. anyways this is all i’ve got so far, idk if this is the vibe you wanted i literally went straight to “they’ve been married for ten years your honor!” i’m sorry if this wasn’t much good i literally just wrote whatever came to mind.

[love-on-mars]

John corabi did an interview saying he knew something was wrong because mick never said on his own he was retiring

And honestly I wouldn’t mind if he’s featured on micks solo album

I had a weird feeling about it as well, Mick always said that if he had to step down the first person we’d hear it from was him. When the announcement came out almost a year ago I was suspicious that something was off.

Corabi being on Micks album would be awesome, but due to legal stuff in and around the band I don’t think it will happen. Real shame.

[hartbreak-motel]

I knew this time would come some day, but I was never going to be ready for it. Mick has spent the past 41 years enduring excruciating pain like the badass he is to give us nothing short of his best. His retirement is earned and he deserves to bow out on his own terms. This isn't the first time an original member quit and was replaced. Egos and interpersonal conflicts have gotten the better of our boys in their heyday. But this is not a matter of ego or conflict. The bitter reality of Mick's departure is how supremely final it feels. Unless he continues to record with the band (if they ever decide to record again), I don't see Mick performing with Mötley ever again. Mick was in many ways, the glue that held Mötley together. His departure is more than understandable, but it still hurts.

That being said, I think there is still enough to look forward to. John 5 has some big shoes to fill, but he's an amazing and innovative guitar player in his own right and seems to gel with the rest of the guys. While Mötley Crüe will always be the original four for many, I've ways appreciated what replacement members have brought to the table. John Corabi is not Vince but he managed to bring grit and soul to the band's sound. Randy Castillo and Samantha Maloney weren't Tommy, but both were badass drummers in their own right. John 5 can never replace Mick, but I look forward to seeing what he has to offer.

Mick is a unique gem of a musician who can never be replaced. His departure is a bittersweet moment in Crüe history.

[itsthemysterykids]

(Mystery Kids: The Next generation-Corabie) Once upon a time there was a depressed girl who lived on the streets because her parents couldn't accept their son was a girl. The kind of girl that the Beldam thought no one would miss. The girl had a guardian angel though. One who faced the Beldam years before. Facing her fears, the angel followed her and telling the girl of someone she loved dearly who was like her, gave her the strength to live and together they sealed the Beldam away again.

Wybie: *Hugging his daughter and crying* I swear to God I’ll be better than Vance and Marley!

Coraline: We’ve only had our little girl for a while now, but if anything happens to her, Wybie and I will kill everyone. But not outselves, because then who would take care of Ah’Miracle?

Wybie: *Still crying*

Coraline: Babe, quit crying!

Wybie: You’re one to talk! You cried the second you saw her!

Coraline: That was two weeks ago. *To the readers* See what I gotta deal with?

[izzymcfeegles]

I first read the The Dirt in 2005 at the age of 14, when I was far too young to process any of it. Now after reading it again 15 years later, some notes:

-Vince is a hot mess who needs AA and a hug

-Nikki is an asshole, but he's trying his best

-Tommy is an idiot child

-John Corabi deserved better

-Mick Mars deserves the fucking world.

-They are all so very lucky SM and cancel culture weren't things back then

-The movie while entertaining, is nothing compared to the book.

[rockyoushow]

Deko Entertainment And Blackbird Entertainment Bring You UNION S/T Album and "The Blue Room" On Limited Edition Vinyl

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