#vince tape

[angelbambisworld]

How would you rank rockstars sex tapes based on the ones you watched

That's a good question. Well so far I've only seen two rockstar sex tapes(Vince Neil and Gene Simmons)

So for Vince I'm rating his a 7(It didn't really do anything for me personally but I can definitely see how it could titillate some people)

As for Gene I'm giving him a 5(His tape is totally lame even if Gene Simmons is my special widdle pookie bear with extra sugar and sprinkles on top🥺).

[haywire-hetfield]

hear me out... LISTEN TO ME CAREFULLY!!! bottom vince neil w/ some degradation... i feel like that would be so nifty, i need that freak HUMBLED!!! :P

I'm listening so intently. I love bottom Vince, I love degradation, I love weird little freaks (affectionate) being humbled

There would be so much slut-shaming during. Them making fun of him for being so desperate, so easy. He's practically begging for it.

Branching off of that, them actually making him beg. He likes to act proud and in control, but they make sure he knows he's not. Making him beg for them to touch him, begging for their cock, begging to be allowed to come.

Going multiple rounds with him, maybe not letting him come the first few times (or going the opposite way and making him come until he's overstimulated.)

Being rough with him in general. Yanking his hair, leaving bruises along his skin, just generally manhandling him around.

Them targeting any insecurities he might have, commenting on them and continuing to push the topic.

Perhaps a little choking thrown in too, pressing down until his eyes are watering and he's scratching at their hand/arm to get them off him. (Thinking about that photo of Tommy choking him and his hand covering Vince's entire throat)

Doggystyle being a major position for it. It feels more degrading, more like he's just being used. His face shoved against the bed/floor the entire time, them maybe slipping their fingers into his mouth to have him suck on them.

Thinking a lot about his makeup getting ruined over the course of it all. His lip gloss smeared and his eyeliner running.

[dogguq]

[tobbesdiscordkitten]

I know motley fans talk about Vince’s tape but how many fans are aware before the tape leaked online know that Vince make a cameo in a p*rn movie which you find online to

I’ve heard about it. Unfortunately, no matter how much digging I did, I couldn’t find it. Care to enlighten me, anon? 👀 Any details you’d be willing to share? You’d be doing me and other Crüe fans a huge favor.

[myvinylplaylist]

Mötley Crüe: Uncensored (1986)

Running time 44:30

Audio: VHS Hi-Fi Stereo, Dolby System on linear tracks

Contains eyeshattering excerpts from the first two 'never before seen' videos 'Take Me To The Top' and 'Public Enemy Number One'

Plus 25 uncensored minutes behind the scenes with the Crüe

Elektra Records

[copias-juicebox]

There’s no telling how many secret tapes Vince might have

Maybe former groupies he had might know because they might have copies

Backstage diaries: the archives of the lustful adventures of vince neil. 😎😂

Ohh this is fun my dear!! We need some of his groupies to spill the damn tea!! 🫖 👀

[the-mystery-of-christ]

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✝️All Glory to Lord Jesus, The Alpha & Omega✝️

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[andyridgeley]

turned on the carol burnett 90th birthday celebration for 2 minutes and caught bob odenkirk screaming "VINCE GILLIGAN WANTED ME TO KILL YOU!!!!! BUT I SAID I WOULDN'T, I'D WALK!!!!!!"

[charleslee-valentine]

Trudy refills Vincent’s cereal. He’s 2-3 years old and blind in one eye. He doesn’t need more cereal, he just needs his bowl rotated so he can see the cereal that was left over on his blind side. Not that we necessarily know how Vincent communicates without speech, but she hardly gives him time to answer her question about more before she’s refilling the bowl anyways. This is her approach to parenting her boys in general.

There’s no interest in fixing their actual issues. Rather than help Vincent to see what he already has in front of him, she’d rather add more, inadvertently also adding more onto the side he can’t see. At some point, this would just add to the issue. Overcompensation into overwhelm. Bo is brought in for breakfast kicking and screaming and it’s sort of evident why Trudy puts all her love into Vincent to the point of it being suffocating and unhelpful. Sure it could be a simple case of favoritism, but with the aspect of overcompensation specifically, it seems that she wants to balance her guilt over failing to parent one of her sons by pouring more effort than necessary into Vincent. Rather than giving the extra attention to Bo, it’s refilling a non-empty bowl of cereal.

I don’t think that necessarily mean she loves Vincent more. She finds him easier to parent. Fill the bowl whether or not he needs it because that’s easier than unpacking where Bo’s massive emotional outbursts are coming from. It seems more like love-bombing than genuine kindness. He’s “being such a good boy today,” but the implied part is an unsaid comparison to Bo. As twins, and conjoined twins at that, they’re not independent of each other. Vincent’s behavior exists only to contrast Bo’s, from her perspective. “Fix” his needs, and she can fix them both. Hence, preferring just to duct tape Bo to a chair than help him any.

Then Vincent grows up to become her protege, starting in his childhood but lasting until even after Trudy’s death. Over thirty years have passed since they were toddlers in those high chairs, but Bo gives a hint about why Vince got that ‘special privilege’ to not be as physically abused. “She always said that your talent would make up for what God took away from you.” Only, God didn’t take anything. Victor Sinclair doing illegal, unqualified surgery on his babies is why Vincent lost half of his face. Trudy only uses God’s name and religion as a shield for her own guilt about how her boys turned out. But it’s more likely she included Vincent in the wax business because she again, was dumping affection onto him over and over as her strategy.

Otherwise there isn’t as much favoritism between the boys. In their childhood photos, they both play piano, both play pool and baseball, both get to sit at the table with their birthday cake (without highchairs or bindings) and they play on the floor together. It's not entirely divisive between them, though it’s still obvious from which brother she’s slapping across his face and which brother she’s love-bombing which she’d prefer to deal with. Just not which she actually cares for more. Vincent wasn’t somehow spared from abuse in a house like the Sinclair household.

Interestingly, when Bo tells the story of Trudy and Victor, he mentions that once the Doc died, they were alone. Except, there’s at least one version of a prop newspaper stating that Trudy created a wax memorial for Victor. So this is just a false version of events most likely. Sure it could be that a decision changed, but there’s also the fact that, in the guns and ammo store, there’s a sign that says “Trudy’s Town or Wax.” And Bo tells Vincent, “We almost finished what mama started.” She’s also much older than the Trudy we see in the family photos and articles (even with the amount of cigarettes that woman smoked.) Ambrose is confirmed to have been abandoned for a decade, but to be turned into wax, Trudy would’ve had to die sometime between the abandonment of Ambrose and the present. Else she would’ve been properly buried most likely. The plan to fill Ambrose was hers, it’s just Bo that suggests using real humans (according to his apology to Vincent, he takes credit for the idea anyhow.)

Which makes her boys at least in their mid twenties when she died. In an older version of the script, Bo had killed her and Victor, but knowing it would put them all in foster care, that doesn’t quite make sense unless they were older. So the order of events is, Doc dying, the sugar mill closing, Trudy planning to reimagine Ambrose, and then dying herself.

The reason that’s important is because it’s emblematic of just how much pressure she was putting on both of her boys. And that’s not love. With two mentally ill, abused sons, (maybe three, since Lord only knows how they treated Lester once he came along,) that’s just manipulation. Victor and Trudy aren’t cartoon super villains for being bad to their boys. But when you can’t even just rotate a bowl slightly for your half blind little one, it’s shallow. Trudy has her cigarettes right in the boys faces in the opening and in most of the photos. Smoking was in one study linked to about 1/3rd of conjoined pregnancies, and in a similar case of conjoinment to the boys, one of the twins had lost an eye and had a prosthetic, but with minimal scarring because of the surgery being done in an actual legal hospital. It’s not about God taking anything, or about which is a little monsted and which is a very good boy- it’s about Trudy and Victor both messing up from the very beginning and causing the boys losses, then refusing to take accountability for it. Or, in the symbolic sense, to just do the right thing and turn a damn bowl of cheerios towards your blind kid.

[dogguq]

[unknownperson246]

a/n: i have a request current Nikki sixx and reader sex tape and breeding kink

Sex Drugs and Rock n Roll:

Words: 707

warnings: *smut* *sex tape* *p in v* *breeding kink* *mentions of drugs and mentions of cheating* *slight angst* *fluff* *praise kink*

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You were outside of the home you and Nikki shared. It didn't feel like home because Nikki was always out on tour. You knew he was busy but you always think about him and wonder if he misses you while he is gone from home or if he is just always focused on playing bass in front of millions of people. You always wondered if he was strong enough not to give in to the temptation of Sex Drugs and rock and roll. You wondered if Vince was rubbing off on Nikki by spending time with other women and cheating on their partner with the other women. Even when Nikki was home he barely paid attention to you. He was always concentrating on writing more songs with and for Mötley Crüe. You loved him a lot and sometimes you would have arguments over songwriting inside of the home. You always felt guilty because you felt you were in the wrong after each argument. One day Nikki came back from the studio shaky. You saw him slightly trembling with the bass in his hand. 

“Hey, you okay Nikki?” You asked him.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just the guys are always fucking shit up and they are doing drugs around me” Nikki put the bass down and he hugged you.

“I’m sorry for neglecting you and your needs babe” He whispered in your ear. 

He was self-aware of how he treated you. Today was the breaking point and he felt a deep need to apologize to you for treating you like shit for so long. You were finally happy that he acknowledged what he did. Finally, in months he made you feel important and needed. 

“You look like you need some help, Nikki,” you said smirking. You held his hand and led him to the bedroom.

“Let’s have some fun. You know we both deserve it after a stressful time” You whispered to Nikki. 

Nikki got hard as soon as you mentioned sex. He felt your touch. He felt your hands on his chest and hips. He felt your breath tickling his ear. 

“Lay down” Nikki commanded while taking his shirt off. 

Nikki pulled his home camera out and set it in the corner of the bedroom for a nice view of the both of you. 

“This is for when I’m not around and you miss me” Nikki chuckled.

Your clothes were already off and he started to place himself inside of you. He started to go in slowly. He soon thrusts his hard, heavy, and huge cock inside your warm and tight hole. 

“I’m going to fill your cunt up and I'm going to make you give me a baby” Nikki’s words sounded like roars in your ear.

“A baby?” You questioned in your head. Soon the idea turned you on and it wasn’t so bad. At least you would always have a part of Nikki with you. 

“Give me a baby” Nikki moaned as he thrusted inside of you.

“I will once you fill me up” Your hands clutched his muscular shoulders. 

You felt yourself slipping into different worlds. Your orgasm made you so fucking out of it. It felt like you were high just by having him inside of you and talking about impregnating you with his baby. You heard his heavy moans and groans. His huge cock quivered for your attention 24/7.

“Such a good girl keeping me inside of you” Nikki groaned as he kept thrusting. 

He looked back at the camera winking. You moaned so loud when you felt his wet load released inside of you. You felt his warm come coat the sides of your wet folds. You wanted him so badly and you finally got him plus a new addition to the family. Nikki took himself out of you. 

“Thank you for letting me knock you up” He smirked looking at you. He looked back at the camera. 

“I’m going to convert this into 2 tapes that way we both have a copy,” Nikki said to you while giving you a small kiss on the lips. 

Later that day Nikki handed you a tape labeled “hot and steamy home video”. It was written sloppily with a black marker by Nikki. 

[theylooklikehumanbeings]

"All you have to worry about is some stupid tape" Tommy Lee x reader x slight! Pamela Anderson (Part 1?)

MDNI! content warnings: Angst, sexual themes mentioned, swearing, talking about past abuse, sorry ya'll Tommy Lee isn't going to be the nicest in this lol.

Part two

read my A/N at the bottom alrighty thanks.

Summary: Y/N is filling in as a backup singer for Motley Crue on their upcoming album. Tommy Lee has been pissed lately because their new album isnt going well and on top of that his sex tape with Pamela Anderson has been leaked. Y/N meanwhile is living with an abusive boyfriend so getting this gig with Motley Crue would be able to help them out of their home. However, what happens when homelife is meeting studio life..?

Y/N sat down in the little lounge chair in the center of the studio. Today was once again another day where both Vince and Tommy were late. You really couldn't care less though they were always busy doing something else than being in the studio making their own fucking album... On the bright side you got to get away from home. Right now you'd probably be getting yellled at for something minut and insignificant. That's when the door flew open.

Tommy Lee, the biggest baddest drummer and sex maniac himself walked in. He looked around throwing his hands up "whats up with studio B?!" he yelled out. Nikki and Mick both doing their own things respectively looked up. Nikki got up and sighed approaching Tommy. He carefully set a hand on his shoulder. "Studio A's full..." Tommy stared at him for a moment "By fucking... who?" he said. You looked at him like you'd looked at your boyfirend before... you noticed that fire in a man's eyes. That one when they are really... really pissed.. It sent a shiver down your spine. You hadn't even noticed when a figure was in front of you. Mick Mars the legendary guitarist of Motley Crue and the man who had taken up the role of being the oldest member was standing in front of you. He looked concerned as he carefully placed a hand on your shoulder. "Hey kid... you alright?" he asked with a concerned frown. "You spaced out real bad, I tried getting your attention..." You looked up at him as your eyes softened. Bless his heart.. he was conerned for you... "Yeah... Yeah I'm sorry Mick just thinking..." you tried laughing it off. You brushed back your hair as you looked up at him.

Mick didn't seem so sure however as he looked at you. He still seemed concerned but silently nodded as he sat next to you. He grunted as his back was still aching up. He silently watched as Tommy stormed out of the studio with Nikki following behind. "Tommy's off his rocker..." he mumbeld to himself. You looked over sort of curious and confused. You knew something had been happening with Tommy but you had no idea what it was. "What's wrong with him..?" you asked both catiously and curiously. Mick looked over at you as he grabbed a bottle of water. He cleared his throat and took a drink. "Well... it's not really for me to tell but... you know he's married right? To Pamela Anderson?" Of course you knew, you were pretty sure the whole country knew. "Yeah of course, Baywatch girl" you said looking over at him. "Exactly" Mick said as he took another drink. "Well, they got their safe stolen awhile back... in that safe there was a.. certain tape..."

You stared at him a bit puzzled for a minute. "Like home movies or something..?" Mick scoffed and let out a quiet chuckle. "Wish it was like that..." You stared at him for awhile until it hit you... oh... how had you not heard about this?? You really weren't into watching the news though and defintiely weren't allowed to go looking for those types of tapes... Your boyfriend would probably backhand you if you brought one of those home. "So, it got leaked?" You hesitantly asked Mick. Mick nodded drinking down his water. "Yup, it's everywhere... and it's really getting to Tommy and Pam... plus they lost that baby awhile back..." he said quietly. You frowned hearing him.. no wonder Tommy was acting out... it was almost like nothing was going right for him... Mick leaned up and pat your back gently. "Don't worry about it though... I'm sure everything will get settled and he'll be back to the stupid little piece of shit he is...." He smiled trying to give you some hope.

You smiled back at him. He was always so kind to you, the other gusy were too but Mick more especially. That's when the door flung open and Tommy walked in. He looked most definitely pissed. "I guess were Elektras second choice band now guys!" he yelled and went over knocking over some symbols on his drumkit. You felt yourself jump at the noise. "Fucking Third Eye Blind?! who the fuck is that?!" he yelled as he kicked the drums. Mick got up carefully holding his back "Tommy, calm down, man". Tommy stared at him a deep frown on his face "We sold over 100 million fucking albums Mick!! and they treat us like were fucking dog shit!" he yelled. He crashed down a symbol. "Breaking their fucking equipment isn't going to help, Tom" Nikki said walking over.

Tommy glared at him but reluctantly stopped. He dropped to the ground and sat there. "Fuck... nothing's going right... Vince isn't here, My sex tape is leaked and Pam... Pam's been really stressed.." he siad holding his head. You stared down at him. You felt bad for him... It brought back memories from a time not so long ago...

1990

You stared at the tv. You gripped your shirt as you bit your lip. MTV was on and was playing the latest Motley Crue concert that happened not long ago in Los Angeles. Vince had just gotten on stage and raised his fist to the crowd as the crowd screamed out for him. You let out a giggle imagining yourself there in the crowd. Thats when the camera panned over to a certain someone. Tommy Lee was banging on the drums a goofy looking smile on his face. You felt something you hadn't before. Seeing his eyes linger on the camera. A feeling of butterflies started to fly in your stomach.... You had watched for so long you hadn't seen the figure behind you. Your boyfriend came over and immediately shut the TV off. You looked at the black screen for a moment before looking back at your boyfriend "Hey.. What... I was watching that-" You felt a hand on your arm lifting you up. "Really bitch? you wanna watch some fucking glam rock shit?" he said glaring down at you. You felt your stomach dropping. You flinched as he brought his hand to your cheek. "This is my fucking apartment.... and my fucking TV, I paid for it, I get to say what the fuck you are watching.. got it?" he said looking at you. You stared down at the ground as you felt the tears filling your eyes.

Tommy finally looked up to see you staring at him "What the fuck are you looking at? huh?". You finally got out of your trance as you looked him up and down. "Nothing... I'm sorry about... about everything..." you said looking at him sincerely. Tommy just stared at you. "You don't know what it's like..." You stared at him for awhile. You didn't know what it was like? Did he have to go home everyday and walk on eggshells so he wouldn't piss off his boyfriend? No, he has to worry about a fucking tape. You stared... hard... everything going through your mind you wanted to scream, to shout at him for. But you didn't. You never did. Instead you got up pulling out cigarettes "I'm going out.. for a smoke..."

Nobody protested as you stormed out of the room and out to the front of the studio. You stood there as you pulled out a Marlboro Red. You took out your lighter and lit it before taking a puff off the cigarette. Tears were threathening to fall down your cheeks. "You don't know what it's like..." The words stuck in your mind like a bad song. He didn't know what the fuck it was like... He was a fucking rockstar with everything anyone could ever dream of. A hot wife, nice cars, millions of dollars.... everything was at his fingertips. You, You had to go home to a drunk boyfriend in a shitty apartment and still come into the studio pretending none of that existed at home. You took a long puff from the cigarette as you glared before stomping it down. "Fuck..." you whispered as tears fell down your cheeks. You slowly fell down onto the floor and sat there. You buried your head in your knees as you started to cry.

Music came from somewhere causing you to look up. A car had pulled up. A nice looking one to. You got up wiping the tears from your eyes. You stared in both curiousity and confusion. The car stopped pulling right beside the studio. The door flung open...

"So I cry and I pray and I beg..."

Pamela Anderson stepped out of the car and immediately turned to you. She had on a baby blue jacket, a white tank top and some dark blue sweatpants. She looked at you like a concerned woman who lost a baby. You felt your heart stopping as you stared at her.

"Love me, Love me, Say that you love me..."

"Is Tommy here...?"

A/N: Hello everyone! thank you for reading. I would just like to say that this is kinda a experiment I was originally going to post this as just a oneshot but It would kind of make more sense to just start this as a series. Please let me know what you think in the comments I would love to know.

[biancadjarin]

Being home ec partners with perv!Eddie

18+

pairing: Perv!Em x Cheerleader!Fem!Reader

warnings: nothing too explicit here, use of mommy/daddy nicknames, mention of boner.

a/n: ok so after reading @mamibaddie ‘s perv!bestfriend!eddie hc’s I can’t get playing “mommy and daddy” with Eddie out of my head😔. I’m thinking this will be 2 maybe 3 parts.

Eddie’s leg bounces as Mötley Crüe flows through his headphones. He’s in the last desk in the back of the class. Home Economics. He figured it’d be an easy A and if he wants to graduate this year, he needs all the A’s he can get. Or at least a C.

He hasn’t been paying attention all class period, getting lost in his thick Hellfire notebook, planning the next campaign. He glances up occasionally to steal a look at you, sitting pretty in the second row, long hair thrown over your shoulder, short cheerleader skirt fanned around your waist and hanging off the edge of your seat.

You peek back at him when the teacher gives you free time toward the end of class. He looks so cute, usual scowl on his face as his tongue pokes out of his lips, hand moving quickly as he writes and doodles. You smile as you walk over to him.

You drop into his spread thighs, making yourself comfortable in his lap. His eyebrows furrow until his eyes shoot up and realize it’s you. Your glossy lips mouth something to him and he stares at you in a daze, free hand that isn’t holding his pen settled on your knee.

You push his headphones off his head, Vince Neil’s voice filling the space between you two until he clicks the tape player off. “What?” He croaks out, throat dry all of a sudden. “I said ‘hi daddy!’” you repeat in a sweet sing-song. His jaw drops, not sure he heard you right. You stare at him with wide eyes, expecting him to answer you.

“What?” He repeats, a little laugh escaping his lips this time. His eyes scan down your body, the little keyhole of skin peeking out of the middle of your cheer uniform catching his eye. The space right under your boobs, above your abdomen looks so smooth and soft. He just wants to lick it. And don’t even get him started on the thighs that are draped over his lap right now. He wants to lick every inch of them before splitting them open. “Were you not listening?” you ask him, hands softly cradling his cheeks to draw his attention back upward.

He shakes his head, gooey, warm brownie eyes hooded and soft as he stares at you from this close. You giggle, swatting at his chest. “We got paired up to do the class project together! I’m mommy.” You lean close to his face, poking the end of his nose with your finger, “And you’re daddy. Mrs. Quill is getting everyone’s fake babies right now.” He peers around your body, scanning the classroom and realizing the teacher isn’t there. So that’s why you’re sitting in his lap.

“Oh… ok. So that means you’re going to call me daddy all week?” You nod eagerly. “And I get to-I mean have to call you mommy?” “If you want to.” You say with a smile. The smile that makes Eddie’s head spin. Makes his brain turn to mush. The smile he wants to be the reason for.

“I was thinking maybe you come over tomorrow and we can get started?” You offer, sliding off his lap. Eddie holds your hips at first, hoping you’ll stay but then let’s you go when he sees the teacher walk back in. “I know you have Hellfire tonight and I have a game. So what do ya say?” You ask with a little excited bounce, fingers twisting together like a little kid asking for a present.

“Yeah, that sounds good. Mommy.” Eddie says, smirk on his lips. You clap your hands happily before bending down to give him a hug. “This is going to be so much fun.” You say as you give Eddie a kiss on the cheek. Your lips linger close to his ear, your warm breath making him shudder. “My parents are out of town so we can play house all weekend.” You lean back and smile politely like what you said didn’t just make Eddie’s already hardening cock get painfully erect. You bounce back to your desk, only the lingering smell of your vanilla cookie scented body lotion left in your wake.

You sit at your desk, fake baby already waiting for you. “Eddie look!” You say as you make the baby’s hand waive to him. “He has your eyes!”

PART 2 HERE🍼🩷

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masterlist is currently under construction but you can find it here

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[cruesuffix]

Ok, as per my last ask I’ve been directed to a nice little site full of reports from groupies about rockstars (how good they are in bed…etc) so below I’ve screenshotted the ones about the crue…it’s kinda funny ngl

Warning: nsfw (be prepared!!)

this is just nasty LMAOO “the faces on money look younger than mick” EVIL!!! also nobody having any reports on mick…no one was fucking with that man fr. who’s willing to take one for the team and get the deets (me, it’s me old man pick me pls sir give me a chance!!!)

idek where to begin with this one. “has the build of eric cartman from south park” IM DYING!!! the groupies were NOT feeling vincent i fear. this is coming from someone who was fucked over by vince ROYALLY. they have some deep seeded hatred for this man and im kinda living for it.

didn’t even say anything, just started listing his accomplishments I can’t- I mean you don’t really need to say anything, we all know. (still would have loved a bit of commentary)

also not a lot of detail, but better than tommy tbh. between what’s been said about the other and then nikki…sounds like he’s logged into his secret acc to brag (jk…or am I??)

Bonus

we have izzy just cause vince caught another stray for no reason lmaoo like I said this person HATED his ass.

Finally, here’s a list of the Crüe members on how likely I would have slept with them if I was a groupie in the 80’s

1. Mick - because unlike these groupies, he would have been the only person I would have pursued. yes he’s still a man, but he would have been much more respectful than the rest of the guys

2. Nikki - might come as a surprise seeing as though I’ve been an avid nikki disliker on this blog but…how can I say no to a man that gives “great oral?” I would have just taped his mouth shut so I wouldn’t have to hear him talk, that’s all.

3. Tommy - like that person said, do I have to say anything? although, I’d probably have to knock back a couple of drinks to do it.

4. Vince - not because he has the shape of eric cartman (can’t believe they’d say that lmaoo) but because he has the EGO of eric cartman…and that’s even scarier.

Ok, that’s all…thanks for letting me yap a bit!

(btw if you want the link to this, it’s on sparkle-jump-broke-queen’s blog just scroll a bit!)

[borninwinter81]

I've been rediscovering my love for Clive Barker this week due to finally managing to see The Ultimate Cabal Cut of Nightbreed (some kind soul has uploaded it to YouTube) and then re-reading Cabal, the book it was based on.

Cabal is amongst my favourite books ever written (though as a bibliophile that list is extremely long!) and one of my favourite movies. I originally saw it in the early 90s when I was probably far too young, and read the book not long after.

I backed the Occupy Midian campaign in 2012 when the lost footage was being searched for and reintegrated into the movie, and I attended a screening of one of the early edits where I met Nicholas Vince and Simon Bamford (Kinski and Ohnaka in Nightbreed, but better known as two of the Cenobites from Hellraiser). This led to the eventual DVD/Blu-ray release of The Directors Cut (which I got a physical copy of) and then The Ultimate Cabal Cut (which I didn’t, and which I haven't seen until now).

It's an oversimplification to call Barker's work horror, especially in Cabal/Nightbreed - this was the mistake the production company made when originally editing and marketing it.

Clive Barker's vision shows us the beauty of the weird, the macabre, the abnormal, and the supernatural, and the true horror in his work comes from the "normal".

In Cabal/Nightbreed his monsters are not evil, they're simply different - undead, mutants and supernatural beings, a metaphor for anyone who has ever felt othered by society. Midian is a place where they can live safely with no fear or judgement. The evil characters are "naturals", humans who hate and fear the monsters for being different even though they pose no threat, and ultimately try to destroy them.

As a member of the LGBT community it's easy to see where Barker's motivation for this metaphor came from, but it could equally apply to just about anyone who feels like they don't fit in. Certainly as a lonely, bullied, weird child when I first read/saw it, who then grew up into a reasonably weird adult, I'd love for the monsters to come and take me away to Midian.

Anyone seeing this who isn't familiar with the book/movie, I'd urge you to look them up, as well as others by Barker. More of my favourites by him are Imajica, Abarat and of course The Hellbound Heart, filmed as Hellraiser. The Forbidden from short story anthology The Books of Blood was also filmed as Candyman.

Below I've linked The Cabal Cut of Nightbreed. Even if you know and love the original theatrical release I'd still urge you to watch this (quick as you can in case its removed due to copyright!).

In addition to doubling the movie length from 1 hour 40 mins to 3 hours 20 mins, a number of the actors voices have been re-recorded as they were overdubbed in the theatrical version for some reason, notably those of Rachel, and Lylesberg, played by Doug Bradley. It was a crime to remove that man's beautiful voice and wonderful to hear it back where its meant to be.

Also, rather than being a standard horror movie heroine who seems to be there only to scream and be rescued, in this version Lori comes across as much stronger and more well-rounded character.

As it says in the opening text, although much of the footage was of good quality there are some sections where all they had available were degraded VHS tapes, some of which were without audio. This means the editing is also a little clunky in places. However the makers of this version wanted to include everything they possibly could in order to bring it in line with the original shooting script and Clive Barker's epic vision for the piece.

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Here's 100 of the albums from 2024 that i''ve enjoyed the most: 50 hip hop records, and 50 albums in other genres. There's still a ton of stuff I haven't gotten to yet or need to revisit, but i'm feeling pretty good about this and don't think too much would change aside from the order. Insane year for music overall, and surely there will still be some big releases in the next two months. Biggest surprise for me was definitely The Cure making a comeback after almost two decades and putting out their best album since Wish. I'm also convinced that Robert Smith is an actual vampire. he still sounds great after all this time. Charts with album titles included Again, i'm sure there's plenty of stuff that has gone under the radar for me so as always i'm open to recommendations. Let me know what your favorite records are, i'd genuinely like to know. I'll post the list of albums below, and maybe at the end of the year will do some kind of spotify playlist with one or two songs from each. Peace.

Hip hop:

ELUCID - REVELATOR

Ka - The Thief Next To Jesus

AKAI SOLO - DREAMDROPDRAGON

Mach-Hommy- #RICHAXXHAITIAN

Cavalier - Different Type Time

The Fortunate Ones - RESIN

Armand Hammer - BLK LBL

Dead Players - Faster Than the Speed of Death

ShrapKnel - Nobody Planning To Leave

Sunmundi & klwn cat - Lived and Born

Desert Camo - Desert Camo

Nakama - EMBERGO_

Lee Scott - To Tame A Dead Horse

Joshua Virtue - Black Box: JOSHUA IS DEAD

Freddie Gibbs - You Only Die ince

Navy Blue - Memoirs in Armour

Phiik & Lungs - Carrot Season

Nickelus F - MMCHT

Nuse Tyrant - Juxtaposed Echoes

Mary Sue - Voice Memos From A Winter In China

DJ Muggs & Raz Fresco - The Eternal Now

Revival Season - Golden Age of Self Snitching

Midnight Sons - Money Has No Owners

Tyler, the Creator - Chromakopia

Sasco - The Hottest Year on Record

Boldy James & Conductor Williams - Across The Tracks

Hester Valentine - Valenta

Mavi - Shadowbox

Serengeti - KDIV

JPEGMAFIA - I LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR YOU

Rap Man Gavin & postureless - Memories, Dreams, Reflections

yungmorpheus - WAKING UP AND CHOOSING VIOLENCE

Sadistik & Maulskull - Oblivion Theater

Roc Marciano - MARCIOLOGY

R.A.P. Ferreira - the First Fist to Make Contact When We Dap

Deca & Dealz - Bough

Nxworries - WHY LAWD?

Oddisee - And Yet Still

Rich Jones & SINAI. - Sour Dub

Lupe Fiasco - Samurai

Noveliss & Hir-O - Cyberpunk Rhapsody

Cavalier & Quelle Chris - Death Tape 2: We Gon' Need Each Other

Killah Priest - Abraxas Rebis Simha Pleroma

Vince Staples - Dark Times

Kooley High & Tuamie - All Infinite

MIKE & Tony Seltzer - Pinball

Daniel Son & Futurewave - BUSHMAN BODEGA

Vic Spencer & August Fanon - Psychological Cheat Sheet 5

Jack Jetson & Illinformed - Winter Forever

bromethugzine - THUG ZINE issue 002: WORLD-SPIRIT

Everything else:

Chelsea Wolfe - She Reaches Out To She Reaches Out To She

Iglooghost - Tidal Memory Exo

chat pile - Cool World

Frail Body - Artificial Bouquet

The Cure - Songs Of A Lost World

Trauma Ray - Chameleon

Terry Green - PROVISIONAL LIVING

Gouge Away - Deep Sage

Thou - Umbilical

ØKSE - ØKSE

Tenue - Arcos, bóvedas, pórticos

Krallice - Inorganic Rites

Nala Sinephro - Endlessness

Punchlove - Channels

Milton Nascimento & Esperanza Spalding - Milton + esperanza

Arooj Aftab - Night Reign

Hammok - Look How Long Lasting Everything Is Moving Forward For Once

Blood Incantation - Absolute Elsewhere

Crumb - AMAMA

Kamasi Washington - Fearless Novement

Fievel Is Glauque - Rong Weicknes

Camila Bañados - Viento 1.

julie - my anti-aircraft friend

Oranssi Pazuzu - Muuntautuja

Skee Mask - Resort

Mary Halvorson - Cloudward

Infant Island - Obsidian wreath

Blushing - Sugarcoat

Godspeed You! Black Emperor - NO TITLE AS OF 13 FEBRUARY 2024 28,340 DEAD

MAGDALENA BAY - Imaginal Disk

Leaving Time - Angel in the Sand

Joel Ross - nublues

Both Gibbons - Lives Outgrown

geordie greep - The New Sound

Nilüfer Yanya - My Method Actor

Nails - Every Bridge Burning

Hiatus Kaiyote Love Heart Cheat Code

Liana Flores Flower of the soul

Babii - Daredeviil2000

Blind Girls - An Exit Exists

HERIOT - Devoured by the Mouth of Hell

Julia Holter - Something in the Room She Moves

Cindy Lee - Diamond Jubilee

Melt-Banana - 3+5

Ulcerate - Cutting The Throat Of God

Spirit of the Beehive - YOU'LL HAVE TO LOSE SOMETHING

Hannah Frances - Keeper of the Shepherd

Ginger Root -Shinbanguni

Martha Skye Murphy - Um

Pluma - Não Leve a Mal