I haven’t posted a Mick Mars photo in forever and I apologize
I haven’t posted a Mick Mars photo in forever and I apologize
as an italian, it's very important for me to know what kind of spaghetti did the girl of the "spaghetti incident" throw up... was it carbonara? plain tomato sauce? spaghetti all'arrabbiata? i need answers
Do any of you feel uneasy when you look at Vince? He is hot as hell obviously but at the same time he reeks of bad vibes.
I suppose there’s a resemblance.
My requests are open and I just wanted to make it easier for everyone to be able to request and get what you want. My biggest fear with writing requests is giving you something you don’t want so I thought this would be the easiest way,
“It has been said that Razzle and Vince from Mötley Crüe were best friends, but that is not true. They only met a few times, barely knowing each other. Razzle liked him, but they were mostly just drunk friends. ”
Michael Monroe on Razzle's and Vince's "Friendship"
Fighting with the GF
Going To The Carnival
*puts hanoi rocks and mötley crüe records side by side* together you shall stand. it is my shelf and i make the rules
Well the day is finally here I’m now officially 40 years old and due to Covid all my plans have gone up in smoke so please fill my life with pictures of Mötley Crüe
@mickmarstookmyheart @niksixx @i-dont-like-rice @thewritingdoll @viiinceneil @nikkisixxwiththebass and anyone/everyone
Mick Mars Close up
Mötley Crüe Crackfic
a/n: if i could explain what was going through my head while writing this... i would lmfaoooo
tags: @savageandnikkiapproved @slashscowboyboots @lost-in-the-80s @rocknrollcrue
warnings: profanity, nikki going through some uh, changes...
For the past seven weeks all Nikki has wanted to listen to Jimmy Buffett and Jimmy Buffett only.
The first week the guys thought nothing of it. Maybe a change in genres would help Nikki's creative thoughts flow. He's been working so hard to get the lyrics right lately that maybe a little bit of a different exposure would help the bassist along.
But the more Nikki would blare Buffett, the more the guys would start questioning his sanity. And over time, it wasn't just his music taste that made a change but his taste in clothing as well. First, Nikki swapped his boots in for sandals. Okay, maybe not something that would cause red flags to wave but it definitely didn't go unnoticed by the guys. And by week three?? The guys were floored.
Margaritaville baseball cap, bright yellow lei hanging from his neck which contrasted the dark blue parrot patterned shirt he was wearing... Vince cringed at the khaki shorts that had replaced the leather pants, and the sandals that tied the look together were absolutely hideous.
The purple fanny pack, however, was the icing on the cake.
“Nikki, what in the fuck are you wearing, dude?” Vince was the first one to speak up as the bassist walked into the recording studio.
“You look like one of those fuckin’ tacky tourists.” Mick said as his eyes looked Nikki from head to toe.
“Yeah,” Tommy laughed nodding his head, “All you need is the camera!”
“Fuck you guys!” Nikki rolled his eyes, “I’m in the middle of what could be a musical break through for Mötley Crüe!”
“I swear to God, Nikki, if you say Jimmy Buffett—”
“The man is a musical genius, Vin,” The bassist cut the singer off, “Cheese Burger in Paradise is an absolute bop!”
“Bop?” Mick repeated raising his brows, “Alright, who the hell are you and what have you done with our Nikki?”
“Mick, hear me out man,” Nikki insisted, “Heaven on Earth with an onion slice... Not too particular, not too precise... I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.” There was just enough amazement in the bassist eyes to cause Mick to feel a mixture of pissed off and confusion.
“Wanting to name our band ‘Christmas’ makes sense coming from you, Sixx, but whatever in the hell you’ve got going on right now with all... that,” Mick gestured to Nikki’s outfit, “Leave me out of it.”
“Mötley Crüe needs an upbeat good vibe song like this, Mick! Trust me!”
“Oh yeah that’s a great idea, Sixx.” The sarcasm in Vince’s voice was thick, “Do you want the record label to drop us because they think you’ve gotten more batshit crazy than you already are?”
“Yeah, dude,” Tommy nodded his head, “Besides, what would you suggest? Chicken Nuggets in Kokomo?” The second the words left the drummers mouth he was filled with instant regret.
Nikki’s eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers before pointing at Tommy, “YES!”
“Nikki, Nikki put the notebook and pencil down— I’m not singing a song about food in an imaginary island, Nikki!”
“Oh my God,” Nikki stopped himself from scribbling down lyrics, “So you’re telling me we can replace you with Jimmy Buffett?” His smile was huge as he stared at Vince, waiting for an answer.
“That’d be so epic!” Nikki cheered, “Touring all over the world with Jimmy Buffett would be a dream come true! I wonder if he’d take me to Margaritaville?”
“We’re not canning Vince, Nikki,” Mick stated, “But if one more thing comes out of your mouth about Jimmy Buffett, we’ll can you.”
“And replace me with Jimmy Buffett?! Do you think he can play bass? Can I teach him...”
As you can imagine... Nikki did not shut up about Jimmy Buffett or his songs, and while he babbled like a star-struck fanboy he also scribbled down the lyrics to what he figured would be the bands next hit (thanks for the suggestion Tommy).
The following days only got worse and worse, Nikki talked about bleaching his hair so it was lighter like Jimmy Buffett’s, and he even came into the studio one day wearing an artificial grass skirt... with nothing underneath it.
“You’re out of your Goddamn mind, Sixx!” Vince groaned as he covered his eyes, but Nikki payed him no mind (as always).
“You got fins to the left! Fins to the right!” Nikki sang along as he listened to the music on his walkman, hands held high above his head to resemble the shark fin shape and he moved smoothly from left to right, biting his lip and tapping his feet.
“He looks like he’s trying out for the beach version of Footloose the Musical.” Mick grunted.
“Don’t encourage him.” Doc sighed, “You guys are supposed to have this album out by next month.”
“Well, shit happens.” Tommy shrugged, “Does he look like he’s in the condition to be writing songs, let alone releasing them?”
“You guys gotta do something!” Doc snapped, “He’s your bassist!”
“We’re your band!” Vince snapped back, “And that means he’s part of your responsibility!”
“Fine.” Doc nodded his head, “Give me a couple hours, I’ll try and talk some sense into him, but after a couple hours; he’s your responsibility.”
And so Mick, Vince, and Tommy left the studio. Confused, discouraged, annoyed. What in the fuck happened to Nikki?
Whatever it was, hopefully Doc would be able to fix him. After all, Jimmy Buffett fever isn’t a thing is it? And if it is... is it contagious? So many questions with so few answers... well... that least that’s what the trio had concluded until they set foot back into the recording studio a few hours later.
The three of them spoke in shock. “Hey guys!” Doc beamed as he noticed them, “Chicken Nuggets in Kokomo is gonna be an absolute BANGERRRRR!”
“Not Today Satan!” Vince shook his head, stepping back as Doc walked towards them, “Jimmy Buffett fever is contagious and I don’t want it!”
“You sound ridiculous, Vin!”
“Says the man wearing the grass skirt and the ‘i love Jimmy Buffett’ shirt!” Vince spat causing Nikki to gasp.
“You take that back!”
“No?” Nikki repeated, “N-no?!”
“I said what needed to be said.” Vince nodded his head.
“Fine, be that way, Vince. See where it gets you.”
Vince thought nothing of Nikki’s words and went home. Now with Doc on the Jimmy Buffett train, he had to figure out how to end the madness before Tommy and Mick would be swept away as well. A good nights rest would help, the singer figured so he went to bed early that night...
But he never expected to wake up to the sound of waves splashing, seagull calls, and Jimmy Buffett’s Last Mango In Paris played in the background.
The boat rocked softly as it passed over waves, and the motor hummed. The sun was warm against the singers skin, his wrists were bound together with a lei and as the singer opened his eyes he felt his heart drop out of his chest.
Standing above him was not only Nikki, but Doc, Mick, and Tommy.
“Welcome to Jimmy Buffett’s world, motherfucker.”
UMMM Mr.Sixx is wild and then there’s Mick just like🧍🏻♂️
LOUDER THAN HELL
hello my friends, i’m back with the next part of LtH!! this one i worked so hard on, and it’s probably the best chapter yet!! also those who are here who follow me, lmk if you want to be tagged when i write!! i want to start a taglist for writing!!
A few hours later, Jackie woke up, still on the sofa. She looked around the living room, Flora or Dawn were nowhere to be seen.
“Where the hell am I-“ Jackie groaned as she unknowingly started to roll off the sofa and crash onto the floor. “Bloody Hell...” Jackie just stayed there on the floor until someone came to see what that loud noise was.
The clicking of tennis shoes on hardwood was muffled and got louder and louder as Dawn approached Jackie.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Dawn muttered as she looked down at Jackie. Soon after, Flora came in the room slowly and then snickered at the current status of Jackie.
“Flora are you strong enough to help me lift Jackie back onto the couch?”
“I think so, it’s not a big lift.”
“What the hell are you guys doing to me?” Jackie asked tiredly as she felt Flora and Dawn lifted her back onto the couch.
“Jackie you’re not allowed to go anywhere for the next few days. You can stay in the apartment yes, but you can’t go anywhere outside.” Dawn told Jackie, rather calmly actually.
“Whatever you say boss,” Jackie mumbled as her eyes were still shut and she sort of fell asleep again. She was definitely not strong enough to move from the sofa, either.
“Jeez, Jackie’s got a hell of a hangover,” Flora muttered to Dawn before going and sitting on the arm chair across the room.
“I mean, she did pass out last night so she’s obviously going to be not fun to deal with,” Dawn replied back, crossing her arms.
“D’ya think she’s got a concussion or somethin serious?” Flora asked, yawning.
“No, I don’t think. We just got to give it time to see if she does. And we can’t really afford the treatment because you both coughed up your money to be able to go to the Mötley Crüe Show and get merchandise too—“
“It was worth it!” Flora whisper yelled
“Yeah. Anyways you also need to rest because you had a wild night. If anyone needs me i’ll be listening to Led Zeppelin II on the cassette player in my room.” Dawn said and walked back into her room.
Eventually, loud music erupted from the apartment down the block. People from all over L.A. we’re going to this party. There was a party happening. Little did the girls know was that they lived a block down from the infamous Mötley House.
“Hey Daawwn! I’m going to the party down the street!l I’ll see you later!” Flora left the room and then popped her head back in, “If Jackie asks, I’m going to get food.” Flora said and went to change into some ripped jeans, heeled boots, a v-neck faux leather tank top, and her leather jacket. It was a swift change, even for her.
Flora grabbed a black faux leather over the shoulder purse with some lipstick, her keys, tissues, and other miscellaneous items. She wasnt going to need all of it, but she had it.
Gravitating wherever the music came from, her heels clicked along the sidewalk.
“Holy. Shit.” Were the first words out of Flora’s mouth as she hopped in through the window and looked around. She walked inside as she watched the party go on. A blonde male laughed as he stumbled out of the bedroom. A tall, dark curly haired male was in the middle of a dare at the table with all the drinks with the raven haired male. The final member of the band was sitting on the sofa, his right leg crossed over his left, talking to a girl, who seemed to hold the same resting intimidating face as him.
Flora walked over to the table with the dark curly haired male and the raven haired male. She was completely oblivious to the two guys being Tommy Lee and Nikki Sixx—of Mötley Crüe.
The dark curly haired male finished chugging his drink and eyed up Flora, “Hey Doll, care for a drink?”
Flora smirked a playful smirk and took the bottle, using the chain on her purse to pull off the bottle cap. Dawn was going to be so mad at her when she got back. Flora didn’t care, she might have a bit of a headache, but that didn’t stop her. Although, she did wish that Jackie was there with her. She just assumed these guys would throw more parties and then they could go together soon.
“What’s a girl like you doing here by yourself?” The male asked, smiling mischievously
“I heard there was partying down the street and I obviously had to find out where it was erupting from,” Flora paused, taking a step back realizing who she was talking to. Tommy Fucking Lee. “I was at your show last night, and you guys killed it out there!”
Tommy turned to the raven haired male and smirked, “Yo Nikki, the pretty girl thinks we killed it at our debut show!”
“She what?” Nikki asked, slurring his words just a small bit. He was definitely drunk. Or at least a bit tipsy.
“She thinks we did good ya knucklehead!” Tommy laughed, sipping from his bottle.
Flora stood there, trying so hard not to blush over being called ‘the pretty girl’ by Tommy Lee himself.
Flora woke up at the end of a mattress, nearly falling off of it, in a dark room, next to a pretty much asleep Tommy Lee.
“Oh my god what did I do? Why am I in here with him? What happened? Dawn is going to kill me-“ We’re the only things that Flora could think of as she frantically rolled off the mattress and looked for a clock or a sign of what time it was. She stood up realizing she had no shirt on either. She looked on the floor for a shiny leather top and found it after at least fifteen minutes. Sliding it back on, she looked back at Tommy, deciding whether she was scared for her life or scared to know what happened. Prying open two blinds, she tried to get an idea of the time. It was dark out, probably in the early morning. 4:00 am maybe?
Flora stumbled out of the dark room and across the hall into the bathroom. There was someone asleep in the tub, she just wanted to make sure she didn’t look horrible, like she did something bad. She just had smudged makeup and messy hair. She stumbled out of the bathroom and back into the room because she couldn’t find her purse. At this moment, Flora was terrified because this purse could be anywhere, on the floor, in the living room, or someone could’ve stolen it! Flora tripped over something in her heels and it made a sound like chain links bumping against each other. She picked it up and it ended up being her purse, like the dumb luck she had. Now was her chance to flee. Tommy was asleep, Nikki was nowhere to be found, the blond member of the band was also nowhere to be found, and the final member of the band was asleep on the couch with an empty bottle of vodka at his feet.
She couldn’t run because of how week she was, but she attempted to carefully climb out the window of the apartment and carefully walk down the stairs. She hobbled back to her apartment, which was luckily on the first floor so she didn’t have to stagger up some stairs. She then realized, Dawn was going to absolutely murder her.
i'm about to say it
leave vince neil alone already!!!!1!1!
found this on we heart it last night at 3 am and almost pissed my pants
douglas looks like a bunny 😭😭