#did Vince nail it anyway (as usual)? ABSOLUTELY.

[fucksatan]

A story I posted on my ig and I will stand by it forever <3

[motleyfuckingcruee]

Woke Up Late (Dirt!Nikki Sixx x Reader One Shot)

Summary:

Nikki wakes up in your bed after a long night of partying. He remembers the amazing night he had with you and wants to get to know you better.

Warnings:

There are none. Just language and fluff. Maybe some sex talk.

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Nikki wakes up, groaning as the light coming through the windows blind him as he tries to open his eyes. He closes them again, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. He takes a moment to try to remember what happened last night. He remembered walking into the Starwood to perform a show with the band. After they played a killer show, Nikki and Tommy decided to stay behind to party a bit. Vince had to go to his newest girlfriend and Mick's back was hurting him too much.

Nikki and Tommy were chatting up some girls at the club. Both were busty blondes who were only interested in the Terror Twins because they were in a band. The boys didn't care, though, as long as they got laid at the end of the night.

Nikki was about to reach his goal when you walked in. As soon as he saw you his jaw dropped. You weren't dressed in anything fancy. You were wearing a leather skirt with a torn up band tank top and a leather jacket on top. You had tore up fishnet tights underneath the skirt and your signature black combat boots to top off the look. You looked dangerous, and that's what Nikki liked about you.

You weren't even there to party. You were there to pick up your younger sister who got wasted. Luckily her best friend had enough sense to call you. You hadn't gotten out of your clothes that you wore that day yet, so you just went out the door without a second thought.

Anyways, Nikki watched you as you scanned the bar. You couldn't find your sister, which was worrying. You looked towards the bathroom and see her walk out, fixing her smeared lipstick. Not too long after her came out a dude fixing his pants. You were a bit surprised that she fucked a random guy in the bathroom, but wasn't going to judge. God knows you've done the same.

You walked up to your sister. You tried to convince her to go to your apartment with you, but she refused. When you were getting annoyingly persistent, she screamed at you. She told you to go back to whoring around and to leave her alone.

This hurt you deeply. You didn't want to, but you left her there. You walked out of the crowded bar, shaking uncontrollably with anger and sadness. You pulled your cigarettes and lighter out of your pocket and light one. You took a drag, trying to calm yourself down.

Nikki followed you out, noticing that you were upset. He introduced himself after asking for a smoke. It took a little bit of persistence, but he coaxed the reason you were upset out of you.

He could tell you needed to escape for a while. He asked if you wanted to party with him for a bit. It was only one in the morning, and you had nothing better to do. You agreed. He lead you to the Whiskey since he figured you'd be too upset to go back into the same bar with your sister.

You met at one, drank until two, danced until 4.

One thing led to another, and that's how you both ended up here.

Nikki looked over at you once his eyes adjusted. Your back was bare. He could see the gorgeous tattoos you had. There was only two and pretty small, but he still admired them.

One was on your left shoulder. It was a broken heart being put back together with a safety pin. The other was on your hip. It was very simple, just reading breathe in elegant cursive.

Without thinking, he reached forward and rested his hand on your hip. He started to rub the tattoo lightly with his thumb.

You stirred a bit, turning over so that you're facing Nikki. You open your eyes slowly to reveal a Nikki Sixx with a goofy grin on his face.

You don't freak out like he thought you would. He thought you didn't remember last night. However, you did. You remember every single beautiful detail about it. It's the best night you've ever had. The way it ended made it even better.

Nikki's green eyes look deeply into your (e/c) ones. He could get used to this view every morning. He mentally scoffs at himself. He sounds like Tommy!

Nikki completely forgets about that thought as you smile at him. You're absolutely gorgeous to him.

You weren't sure what to say, so you say the only thought in your mind. "I had fun last night."

Nikki's grin becomes wider as he realizes you remembered your night together. "I did too." He pauses. "I don't think I've ever seen a girl down a bottle of Jack Daniels that quick."

You smirk at him. "I'm a woman of many talents. I don't think I've ever seen a guy rejected from his own apartment building."

Nikki's cheeks turn pink as he blushes. "They know when I'm drunk so they don't let me in."

You giggle at him. He really is the cutest thing. And you adore him.

"Are you really drunk that much?" You question, surprised.

Nikki smirks. "We had to nail the door shut from how many times the cops broke through the door."

"Who's "we"?" You ask, feeling really curious about him. Nikki is probably the only guy you've bothered to get to know.

"Me and my band mates," He responds. "It makes it easier to practice and right new music."

"You're in a band?"

He nods, looking tired. You smile at his sleepy expression. "You just missed the set when you came in."

You continue to talk. Mostly about him since you hate talking about yourself.

Nikki looks at the clock on the wall. "Do you want to get breakfast?" He glances at the clock again. "Er-well-lunch?"

You raise your eyebrows. "Not to sound harsh, but do you always ask your one night stands to breakfast?"

"Lunch," He corrects you, smiling. "And you're not a one night stand."

"I'm not?" You asked, confused. Usually guys just fuck you and leave.

"Nope," He says, standing up. He grabs his leather pants from the ground and starts to put them on. You try not to stare at him. As he starts lacing the pants up he says, "I'm hoping if I play my cards right, you'll stick around longer. And maybe become my girlfriend."

You narrow your eyes. "Do you even remember my name?"

"'Course I do Brittany," He responds. You feel your heart drop. Was he really that wasted when you met last night? "I'm kidding, (Y/N)!" He exclaims, noticing your expression. "Don't be so mad that you won't go to lunch with me. Give me another chance?" He quickly rambles.

You grin. "Alright just let me get dressed."

Before you can move, Nikki crawls on the bed and kisses you deeply. He pulls back, nearly out of breath.

He rests his forehead against yours. "That felt good."

[vincess-princess]

Genderbent Crue, p. 3: Tommy

Part 1: Nikki

Part 2: Vince

(BEHOLD ARNOLD IS UPDATING which is something you don’t get to see often uh oh... anyway, i hope you enjoy it! This one is a happy medium between Vince’s and Nikki’s parts, only 1255 words, but still too big to not go under the cut. I’m not sure if the name I chose for female Tommy is at least a little known outside of my country, but this is the closest variant I managed to come up with)

Since birth Tamara Leah Bass knew she was not like other girls.

Other girls were small, gentle and pretty. They smiled modestly, never stained their dresses and loved playing house. Tamara was neither of those.

The moment she learned how to walk the last obstacle between her and that mysterious, interesting world disappeared, and no one could stop her now. She ran around barefoot, laughed loudly, climbed trees, fought with cats and came home scratched and dirty, dresses torn. After a number of destroyed dresses her parents decided to dress her in trousers, and, surprisingly, it worked. Tamara hadn’t worn dresses since then.

She was loud and not ashamed of it. She would gather all the pans and bowls from around the house and hit them to make as much sound as possible. Her parents walked around the house covering their ears but didn’t stop her. They correctly assumed that she had if not talent then a passion for music and organized piano lessons for her. Tamara, however, was a bad student: all those chords and gammas were too boring for her, and she quickly lost interest in it.

She always got along better with boys than with girls and soon was accepted to a local boy gang. Tanned, tall, with short hair and skinny legs, she was almost indistinguishable from any other boy, and only her voice gave her out. She didn’t like it and tried to make it sound lower. She wasn’t interested in all those girly things, she would claim perkily to her parents, and no, she didn’t want a doll for her birthday, dolls are so boring!

School started, and Tommy, how she was called by everyone around except her parents, didn’t like it at all - sitting through all those lessons with such little breaks was a pure torture for her hyperactive airy nature. At first kids didn’t like her either: she was too tall and boyish to be “usual”, and kids don’t like unusual people. But she always pretended not to mind their snide jokes and was the best runner in class, and elementary school passed relatively peacefully for her.

Tommy waited eagerly for her little brother to be born, but got disappointed in him immediately upon seeing him: a small red crying creature was of no interest to her. Her parents, however, thought otherwise and often tried to leave her babysitting him to give her experience “for her future kids”. This was the first time Tommy rebelled openly against her parents. Lots of words had been spoken that they all regretted later, but at least she seemed to have got her message across. She’d never have kids, she said to herself then.

Start of puberty marked the start of Tommy’s dropping self-esteem, and all because of her height. The biggest advantage of her appearance became her worst enemy. She was a whole head taller than any other girl and even boy of her class, and her skinny physique only made it look worse. Chicken legs, noodle arms, narrow hips and an absolutely flat chest – was she even a girl, or a boy with wrong genitals? Convincing herself that she never wanted to be like other girls anyway didn’t work in this case. She never wanted to be considered boring, whiny and cowardly. She did want to be considered pretty.

So since middle school she got used to the daily wearing of makeup. She used to get up an hour earlier just to put it on and then fall asleep in class. She grew out her hair, wore a push-up bra and looked wistfully at high heels in the store. For her, heels were a forbidden territory. Her parents were obviously happy with this change, saying that their tomboy was finally becoming a real girl.

Only that real girls probably didn’t like rock n’ roll as much as Tommy did. She would put on some good old Van Halen and scream her lungs out jumping across the room and imagining herself on stage, playing the guitar, with thousands of faithful fans in front of her. She even started learning the guitar, but her fingers just didn’t seem to bend the right way. She had a good sense of rhythm, though, and after a month of shameless begging flavored with very real tears her father agreed to buy her a drum set.

A guitar playing girl already was a rarity, but a girl drummer? Something absolutely unbelievable. Everywhere Tommy went she was followed with curious glances and whispers, so different from how she was usually treated. That was probably the reason why that gorgeous blonde who had a new boyfriend every week approached her first. She was a good singer, and she and Tommy had some hella fun time jamming in Tommy’s garage. She was the first female friend Tommy ever had, and Tommy cried her eyes out when she got pregnant and was pulled out of school.

She was the first girl to be accepted to their school’s marching band, and she outshone them all. No one else could spin and throw drum sticks like her; no one else was as loud and fierce as her. Her fellow drummers didn’t like that, and one day she came home with her nose crooked and bleeding, knuckles bruised, pieces of her enemies’ skins still under her nails. She realized she was too good for some shitty marching band. It was time for her to look into something more worthwhile.

Her first rock “band” was difficult to even be called so – just a bunch of teenagers with mediocre musical skills whose only goal was to get attention to themselves, - but it was enough for her to start proudly saying “I’m in a band” to everyone around. Suddenly boys became interested in her; suddenly it turned out that her height wasn’t that much of a problem. Tommy was young and naïve, and she took everything at face value.

She now dressed in short leather skirts and pants so tight every muscle of her skinny legs could be seen through. She embraced heels but didn’t let go of makeup. She was always towering over the crowd, drumstick tucked into her belt, a cigarette on her lips, standing out from the crowd everywhere she went. She was too young to go to clubs but everyone let her in anyway. She spent all that scarce money she had on tickets for local bands, looking for… trying to… she didn’t know exactly why. She only knew it was important.

A band after a band, all the same, all merged into one in her brain – until that one evening. A girl was onstage playing bass, the first female rock musician Tommy ever saw in her life apart from herself. Maybe she wasn’t that good of a player, but the passion! the energy! not a single male musician could top her in that. Someone shouted a slur at her, and she took a sip right out of a bottle of Jack and lunged herself into the audience, spinning her bass above her head like a helicopter propeller. Tommy helped her hold the mouthy motherfucker while she was beating the shit out of him, and they had a drink together after the show, and they talked, and talked, and talked, and Tommy couldn’t believe how lucky she was. The girl shared her plans about an all-female badass rock band, “like Runaways, but harder,” and Tommy agreed to be in it before the girl even asked.

Now that finally was something worthwhile.

[everysuperherofighting]

Best Albums of 2016

I think we all know how we feel about 2016, though I will say that on a personal level it was actually pretty good, and involved a lot of positive personal development, though also a fair amount of death, and I’m not talking about all the celebrities right now. My aunt, grandfather, and former band instructor all passed away this year.

As far as music, my tastes feel like they fall on the same continuum they always do, though there seem to be a few more old guy rockers than usual, which I guess means I am no longer aiming for “Noisey” but rather “Rolling Stone.” This is probably also personal: I am not an old guy yet, but I am getting closer and I am also becoming aware that I will probably not accomplish all of my artistic goals within the next 5 to 10 years, and so am becoming increasingly open to artists staying relevant into their middle age and beyond.

RIP all the folks, RIP all the artists and celebrities, RIP all the people in Syria and Yemen and the Philippines, and all the people killed in terrorist attacks in Europe and Africa and the Middle East, and killed in shootings (police, mass, and otherwise) in the United States,  and RIP the short term possibility of having a federal government that is at least potentially responsive to the needs of marginalized people. Here are the best albums of 2016, according to me:

Image via the Hold Up music video

1. Beyonce - Lemonade.

This album was cathartic when it was released at the beginning of the year, but now that we’re at the end we probably need it even more.

Though largely about infidelities within an interpersonal relationship (dammit Jay), with a heavy smattering of race commentary (particularly in the videos) and empowerment feminism, the frustrations and self-empowerment in the face of all adversaries expressed in these songs transcend the specifics. Especially in a year determined to put us in our place, to make us feel worthless or powerless.. Whether a cheating lover, an orange race-baiting huckster masquerading as politician (and ascending to the highest office in the land), the goddamn fucking forces of white supremacy/the patriarchy/global capitalism or our own private struggles with self-doubts and mental illness, this album had something to offer, if nothing else than a reminder to hold our heads up and say “fuck ya’ll.”

I didn’t like every song on this album but look: When I saw a room full of women, middle fingers raised, jamming out to “I’m Not Sorry” like a giant “fuck you” to whatever it was that was fucking their day up, telling them they weren’t valuable or whatever, I realized that it didn’t necessarily need to be for me.

Rubbery dancehall, Nahleans jazz,  futuristic (though I guess present now) R+B, diva voice: Beyonce does that thing where she overdubs like 20 different vocal tracks over one another, but her voice is already so powerful it sounds like a chorus of Amazonians or gods. And of course there’s the image of Beyonce walking around smashing car windows with a baseball bat in the “Hold Up” video, which now seems to be remarkably prescient.

The biggest pop star in the world right now has our back. We could do worse.

Watch “Hold Up”

2. Anderson .Paak - Malibu

Deceptively breezy soul and funk that inherently understands the political power of a block party. Like so many artists before, Anderson .Paak understands that sometimes just getting by is a revolutionary act, and thus this album often seems like a celebration of the awe one feels at their own continued existence. Some pretty good jams for fucking also.

Watch “Come Down”

3. Schoolboy Q - Blank Face

A gangsta rap album that absolutely nails the paranoia and sense of menace that must accompany the lifestyle. The vibe alternates between blazed out soul samples and claustrophobic, almost manic moments of paranoia. Sometimes you’re smoking the Kush and then sometimes there’s a black SUV in your rearview. Schoolboy Q rides over all this with straight-faced hood talk and almost gleeful depictions of acts of depravity, like so many others grasping power in whatever avenue is available to him. Kanye West has a show stealing feature and Vince Staples continues to shine, but I’m all about those Jadakiss and E40 bars.

Watch “John Muir”

4. Danny Brown - Atrocity Exhibition

Beats that sound like they were compiled from the intro to old VHS tapes and people banging on trashcans.  Little oft-kilter touches mirror the descriptions of substance abuse, the pitch-heightened background voice in “White Lines,” B-Real’s blitzed nursery rhyme delivery of the hook on “Get Hi.” Not that much music can probably still scare your cool boomer parents, but I’d nominate this one.

Watch “When It Rain”

Image via the Nobody’s Baby video

5. Sheer Mag - III

Sheer Mag sounds like the best basement band in the world, grimy rock n roll made by people who got punk but also grew up on Thin Lizzy and Jackson Five. Guitar solos that sound liberating instead of masturbatory and powerhouse vocals from Tina Halladay about love and heartbreak, like someone’s memory of what 70s rock n roll was like, inevitably better than it actually was.

Watch “Nobody’s Baby”

6. The Falcon - Gather Up The Chaps

Technically this is a punk rock supergroup, with members of the Loved Ones and Alkaline Trio, but it feels very much like Brendan Kelly’s vision, a chance to get a little grittier than the Lawrence Arms and indulge in his ever present artistic interest in the guy puking in the alley, then asking you if you know where to score some coke. There’s a song named after the video of David Hasselhoff drunkenly eating a cheeseburger, and though in a different band this may be a gimmicky (and like, really really out of date) reference to internet culture, here it comes across as a recognition - a dark moment is a dark moment no matter how meme worthy it becomes.

Watch “Sergio’s Here”

7. Jeff Rosenstock - Worry

Massive sing alongs, noisy genre hopping (or combining), and huge power-pop hooks that always seem to be just on the verge of descending into chaos. Jeff Rosenstock has often managed to make whatever he’s going through personally seem to speak to larger scale generational woes (I’m pretty sure there were at least two albums about not wanting to get a job, which came out at the same time that I and most of the people I know also didn’t want to get jobs). A reoccurring theme here seems to be the gentrification of places that you love, which is connected to the experience of getting older and feeling like you’re missing out. Jeff has definitely crafted his own “sound” at this point, so when he switches styles to the straight genre homage in the three-song punch of “Bang On the Door,” “Rainbow” and “Planet Luxury” (garage punk, third-wave ska and hardcore) in 3 blistering minutes, it’s a perfect reminder of all the music we (well, me) grew up loving.

Watch “Wave Goodnight To Me”

8. Kamaiyah - A Good Night In the Ghetto

Remember when people used to call beats “slappers?” Probably only if you were into Bay Area hip-hop circa 2007. Anyway, this shit slaps.

Watch “Out the Bottle”

9. YG - Still Brazy

Similar to how A Good Night in The Ghetto feels like an amalgamation of several decades of Bay Area hip hop, this is puuuuuure fucking LA fat bass, eerie keyboard sampling G-funk. Gangsta rap has always been political. Have I written that before? It’s worth saying more than once. Those last three songs though. FDT will obviously have a lot of shelf life, but “Blacks and Browns” and “Police Get Away Wit Murder” are sharp contributions to the tradition of “fuck this shit” also.

Watch “FDT”

10. Run the Jewels - RTJ3

A rush of weird beats, shit talk, and surreal imagery, hip-hop dispatches from a dystopian future, but one that feels weeks rather than years away. El-P and Killer Mike are honestly not that similar stylistically, (El-P is more from the highly conceptual east coast underground school, Killer Mike is more the southern testifying and telling straight truths school) but their mutual love of the game has always made this work and they are both world class shit talkers.

Watch “Talk To Me”

Image via the Chili Town video

11. Hinds - Leave Me Alone

Garage… pop I guess? that feels close to the vein, emotionally. I don’t mean heartbreak, though that’s here too, but also friendship, drinking wine in the sun, with surfy guitar melodies. There’s something that sometimes happens with some lady bands, where people kind of get into some sort of perceived naiveté or innocence or something, so I’m going to assume these women can fuck you up.

Watch “Warts”

12. Pup - The Dream Is Over

The frustration of reaching your mid-20s, realizing that you have not accomplished any of your goals and that you don’t have any prospects. In song form. It would sound like a kiss-off if the singer wasn’t desperately grasping for change.

Watch “DVP”

13. A Tribe Called Quest - We got it from Here… Thank You 4 Your service

Classic Tribe components still here - the swing in the rhythm, the walking bass lines, motherfucking Busta Rhymes(!), but with a foot firmly planted in the present. Did they used to swear this much? I don’t remember. Extended music breaks. Guitar flourishes. Q-Tip is clearly the ringleader, wearing the role more comfortably than ever, but with a kind of quiet humility that comes from age. Yeah, we still here, shit still sucks, but sometimes you find those little moments, you know?

Watch “We The People”

14. Leonard Cohen - You Want It Darker

Is there hope for salvation before death? Or just further disappointment and failure? An album to drink wine to in a dark room, alone but for ghosts.

Watch “You Want It Darker”

15. Drive-By Truckers - American Band

Pretty sure the Truckers have always been angry and political, it’s just never lined up with current events quite this overtly - but there’s always been a real siding with the have-nots, the people screwed over by bad economics, and the (not just white) working classes, though sometimes this manifests as concept albums about Lynard Skynard. Still, with a band that clearly flirts with a Red State target audience, at least sonically, and judging from the youtube comments on some of their videos, hanging their hat so clearly on the “blue side” is a risky move and one that should be commended. Here we get stories about the founder of the NRA murdering a Mexican teenager in the 20s, the shooting at Umpqua community college, hypocritical religious folks, and Black Lives fucking Mattering.

Watch “Surrender Under Protest”

16. David Bowie - Blackstar

To be honest, I thought this sounded a little bit too much like Pink Floyd the first time I heard it (plus a sax player) but the sultriness of cuts like “Lazerus,” the keyboard line in “’Tis a Pity She Was a Whore” that sounds like it came out of an 80s fantasy movie, and the weird vocal flourishes and marching rhythm of “Girl Loves Me” won me over. Bowie has left this mortal coil, and either ascended to a tinsel covered 70s movie set or an 80s computer game about going to the moon, but it’s definitely some kind of heaven.

Watch “Lazerus”

17. Death Grips - Bottomless Pit

A soundtrack for glitchy meme art, ordering 2CI off the Silk Road, and those computer generated DeepDream images, while MC Ride bellows avant-garde street poetry. I’ve never been sure if Death Grips are railing against or with the shitposting internet culture that’s embraced them. Some of these tracks are just fucking metal though.

Watch “Eh”

18. clipping - Splendor and Misery

Breakneck raps over the sound of an airshaft opening on a spaceship. This is supposedly a concept album about a slave revolt in outer space. Musically this equates to old spirituals and malfunctioning computers.

Watch “Air Em Out”

19. The Coathangers - Nosebleed Weekend

In the music video for “Nosebleed Weekend” the women in the band crash a party of hipsters to punch everyone in the face, but then the video ends with them probably trying to keep a straight face while they get covered with buckets of fake blood. Tough sounding surf punk, much about heartbreak.

Watch “Nosebleed Weekend”

Image via the Victim of Me video

20. Descendents - Hypercaffium Spazzinate

There’s a lot of older musicians on this list for whatever reason (all the dead guys I guess,) but a few lyrics about dietary changes aside, this band could have stepped wholesale out of their 1994 variation. Fast, hooky, with the most underrated bass lines in punk.

Watch “Victim of Me”

21. Paul Simon - Stranger to Stranger

Alright, this one’s a little NPR but I will say that I think Paul Simon sounds a little more of-kilter, a little moodier than he sometimes does. There are dark things around the edges in this one, whether it’s the ghostly guitars on the title track, or the way his funny song about getting stuck outside a club you’re supposed to play suddenly starts alluding to class uprising, a buildup that feels both surprising and also strangely inevitable.

Watch “Wristband”

22. Mikey Erg - Tentative Decisions

A lot of emotionally earnest music (dare we bring up emo?) gets slammed, essentially for being melodramatic. It’s a difficult balancing act, but I’ve always felt like the Ergs managed to avoid this, and here Mikey Erg continues that streak on his first solo album, with tastefully poppy tunes full of yearning melodies and (more) broken hearts, ala Big Star or an early Beatles album. When I saw this guy live a few years ago, it made my friend get back together with his ex-girlfriend.

Watch “Faulty Metaphor”

23. NOFX - First Ditch Effort

There is no way I’m not putting an album that has a song where Fat Mike sings about being a fetishistic crossdresser in my top 25.

Watch “Six Years On Dope”

24. Ramshackle Glory - One Last Big Job

It’s amazing how many people’s favorite band this is with virtually no mainstream recognition. Like, even Bomb the Music Industry put out stuff with Asian Man, who’ve put out Alkaline Trio records and stuff. And yet this (and Patrick Schneeweis’s other projects) is like Bob Dylan to thousands of kids across the country. I knew something was up when all the kids at the Rainbow Gathering I went to (2011) were playing Johnny Hobo covers. Anyway, this is their last album, and as such is a somewhat slow, contemplative affair. Pat’s always been excellent at espousing anarchist ideals while also representing that problems and hypocrisies that accompany radical lifestyles. Swan song for a true alternative.

Listen to “Face the Void”

25. AJJ - The Bible 2

Very much continuing ideas first developed on Christmas Island, a collection of noisy rock/pop tunes with upbeat melodies and lyrics about losing your shit, dirty middle schoolers who hang out by themselves in construction sites, and the Herculean task of feeling kind of ok with yourself.

Watch “Goodbye, Oh Goodbye”