My king of sleaze ❤️🖤😩💦
so idk if you guys listened to lana del reys song heroin (lust for life album) but there is a verse saying -life rocked me like motley, grabbed me by the ribbons in my hair- NOW at first i thought she was saying molly instead of motley as in mdma the drug THEN when i figured it was motley i thought it was some classical music guy from like the 1800s (🤡🤡🤡) AND THEN through sebastian stan and him playing tommy lee my dumb ass finally realized it was -life rocked me like motley(CRUE!) grabbed me by the ribbons in my hair- wow what a rollercoaster haha...
Today’s find 🖤❤️ Look at that crimson red smoke! Isn’t that killer?! 😻🔥
Word Count: 1532
Summary: Tommy is on tour and makes a pitstop to celebrate with his lover for the day
A/N: This was a request from @emotionally-unstable. You can make requests here . Thank you everyone for reading! I have another request to write and a few other things I’m writing. So I’m hoping to post a few things this week.
The sun was just coming up when Tommy was sneaking home. He disarmed the door before the alarm could give off his presence. It had been almost two months since he had been inside the Malibu mansion he called home. He was supposed to be in San Francisco, starting the last few shows of the tour and finishing up the West Coast before they’d have a couple weeks off until they were forced back in the studio to practice and record their next album. If Nikki got his way they wouldn’t even get a week off. He was eager to start recording their next album. But Tommy needed time back with his girlfriend to recharge.
He had snuck away for the day, flying after their last show to be here for Y/N’s birthday. Creeping into the kitchen where the clock was showing it was 5:32 in the morning he quietly began moving around, thankful that there was always groceries. His mother had walked him through the recipe for Zoumero, the type of cake that Y/N always would devour when they went over for dinner or holidays. The recipe was written on the back of the setlist from the night in the chicken scratch he called handwriting.
An hour later the cake was out of the oven and ready to be served. He had even made fresh whipped cream and cut cherries that he decorated the top with. Tommy loaded the tray with the cake, a candle, two cups of coffee and two forks moving up the stairs to the bedroom. He froze, smiling as he looked at the bed. The way your hair was covering your face, the pillow he usually slept with wrapped in your arms, and the lamp in the corner on so it wouldn’t get dark in the room. He missed seeing this. The feeling of safety and home, love and comfort. Having the person he loved the most in the world wrapped up in one of his shorts asleep in the bed they had bought together. He didn’t get this sense of stability being on the road with the band.
He set the tray on the edge of the bed, lighting the candle before taking a deep breath and starting to sing.
“Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you..” your eyes opened, confusion tinged with fear at waking up and not being alone. Your eyes took a second to recognize Tommy. His wide smile as he held out the birthday cake, “Happy Birthday dear Y/N, happy birthday to you.” Sitting up in bed, still dazed, you blew out the candles on the cake that was thrust before you.
“Tommy, what...am I dreaming?” You asked, trying to rub the sleep from your eyes. You had talked to him the night before after his show in Seattle and you knew he had a few more days before he would be back in LA.
“I’m not going to miss my girl's birthday. I have to fly out for the show tonight this afternoon but we have some time together so let's eat this cake and plan on what you want to do for your day, princess.” his easy smile had you leaning forward to kiss him. You had missed the connection with Tommy, the way your stomach would do flips when your lips touched and how you could forget all your problems when he was there.
He settled beside you in bed, handing you a fork and a cup of coffee. It was nice to feel like they were settling into a routine of sorts. Eating cake for breakfast and washing it down with coffee, laughing from the tour stories and just enjoying how his hands would touch your cheek or arm in soft reminders that he was here with you. The fact he was here with you making your day was making what you expected to be a regular day special.
When the cake was crumbs and the coffee gone, you laid against Tommy enjoying the way his fingers ran through your hair and how his lips felt as he kissed the top of your head. The softness of his love easing your soul. Being loved by Tommy wasn’t like fire or ice but it was more of a warm blanket on a rainy day. It was comfort and safety, protection and what you had dreamed of love being.
“What do you want to do today for your birthday? It’s your day and you have me for the next ten hours before I need to catch a flight.” he asked, rubbing your shoulders.
Rolling over so you were laying on top of him you were sure that his mind was going to all the wrong places. His hands were running down your body, pulling up the edges of the tshirt to rest on the small of your back. His warmth transfers to you, settling into your body. The small groan of approval made you smile.
“Can we take the Harley for a ride up the coast?” you asked, watching how his eyebrow raised and he nodded. “Good, my boyfriend has a show tonight in San Francisco and I want to be there to see him play.” you teased well running a finger down his cheek.
An hour later you were wrapped around Tommy on the back of the motorcycle, your legs wrapped around him with your head resting on his back. The deep vibrations of the bike making you feel like your two bodies were one. Tommy’s hand slid off one of the handles, rubbing the jean clad thigh and running it down to give your calf a squeeze. It felt good to be holding him and feeling so close to him.
When Tommy wasn’t on tour the pair of you would often travel on his Harley up and down the coast finding little hole in the wall places to eat lunch or spend the night. Tommy would joke that you could write a book all about the California Motels. Even when you could afford nicer places you’d fork over the money for a cheap place, itchy sheets and not so clean bathrooms where you’d spend the night with a map out planning where you’d explore tomorrow.
The pair of you loved to travel, finding small places where you could explore. Spaces that had sunsets that looked like paintings and open roads that they didn’t have to talk on to have conversation. It was fun to find places where you both didn’t have to live up to others expectations of who they thought you were.
A few hours later Tommy roared into a service station off the highway you had been traveling on. Helping you off the bike you stretched your back, dusting off your jeans covered in the layer of grime from the road.
“Y/N, can you go order us lunch and a couple beers? I’m just going to fill it up and have them check everything over before we head back out.” He leaned forward to kiss you before pushing you towards the small restaurant on the side of the building.
This was the sort of place you loved to find when traveling with him. It was small and out of the way without anyone hanging around. You got a small table ordering the beers as you watched Tommy park the motorcycle, talking to someone and gesturing towards the bike before heading towards you. It was obvious he was exhausted, the touring and traveling heavy on him but still he was sending you his warm easy smile as he sat down, grabbing the cool beer.
“We’ve made good progress already. We only have a couple more hours to San Fran. Then you’ll be stuck on tour with us for the next week.” At this point there was a bright smile on his face and you realized he had come back for your birthday because he needed you as much as you needed him. You had flown out for a couple east coast dates but you had needed to stay in LA for most of the tour to work. As much as you wanted to be with Tommy for every second of his exciting career you also were driven with your own personal goals. You had dreams you wanted to achieve that he respected and supported. Both of you were ambitious and wouldn’t stop the other from getting what they wanted.
“I think I’m going to be stuck with you for a lot longer than just a week on tour.” You tease, reaching for his hand and kissing his knuckles. His hands are rough from drumsticks and motorcycles but they still fit yours in a perfect fit.
It’s easy to be in love with someone when they love you smoothly and it’s calm winds even on the stormiest of days. And that’s the way you and Tommy loved. It wasn’t the craziness of movies and books. It was the gentleness of just showing up and supporting the other in their dreams. It was the type of love that would last and endure it all. One birthday or road trip at a time.
Underrated guitarist who didn’t receive enough credits:
I’m making this post as a little about me thing!
My name’s MacKenzie but i also go by Kenz or anything you want to call me!
I’m 21 and my pronouns are she/her.
I’m a fellow scorpio and an infp.
This page is mostly rockstars and the occasional random post that i like so welcome, have fun, drink some water.
A lot of my tags can be nsfw or me just thirsting in general so if that’s not your thing sorry!
Yes, @day-trippin-dreamer and I are actually dating since i get asked often.
@day-trippin-dreamer is also my terror twin (my lil Nikki)
@shelickedthebeater is also my glimmer twin (my lil Mick)
I hyper-fixate on a new rockstar every month so sorry about that 😂🖤
I’m always down for new friends so come be friendly!
I’m going to tag this post with my common tags because i know for myself and others i can never find my posts! i’m also going to drop my old usernames in case because i’ve changed them so many times and i get asked if i’m them! 🖤🖤🖤
Nikki sixx is a dilf
Watching the Dirt again and I swear guys the opening party scene in the Mötley House is my favorite part. Why? Well I have a LIST:
The fact that I’m pretty sure it was all done in one shot???? The amount of work that had to have gone into choreographing that scene is incredible!
We are introduced to all the band members and their personalities in a very concise way.
For Tommy, we see he’s young, energetic, and like Nikki says, makes a lot of bad choices. He doesn’t even think before going down on that girl.
For Nikki, we see he’s intense and pretty intimidating; also him lighting his sleeve on fire can either demonstrate how he was almost always on something (based on how his eyes look) or how he just never thought things through.
It also, to a smaller extent, introduces us to the Terror Twins, since they’re both shown one after the other making really stupid choices.
I also love how Nikki just seems mildly fascinated by the fact that his fucking jacket sleeve is on fire. Like “Oh hey, would ya look at that?”
For Vince, we see that he’s the band’s resident fuckboi, willing to fuck anything that moves. And also how it’s pretty much second-nature to him, given that Nikki said in the voiceover that he was thinking not about the girl he was fucking but about how good he looked in the poster on the wall.
And for Mick, we see that he is not like the three other party animals at all, never really into that stuff, and that he’d rather just go off somewhere and lie down with his arms crossed like a vampire than party till the sun comes up. That gives the audience the hint that he’s serious about his craft, not just in it for the partying.
(I’m sorry but I just love her podcast it’s hilarious)
“Hey. Hey, are you in the band?” “What band?”
“And Mick Mars. He’s an alien.”
The scene perfectly encapsulates their party lifestyle, with it happening all around them the entire shot.
I mean damn you could even argue that the kid puking into the trash can at the beginning (when the camera is outside the apartment) foreshadows how the high of success they were all riding on suddenly comes to a screeching halt starting with the car accident. Because drinking is fun at first, until you puke and wake up the next morning with a terrible hangover.
And of course, shout out to the effects team for figuring out how to show the girl Tommy was going down on... yeah. Doing that.
The fact that everyone’s watching and cheering makes me laugh so hard for some reason. Also how Brittany whirls around and looks incredibly shocked at what’s going on in here on this day.
In conclusion, this scene is only two minutes long, and you’d think I’d have some other favorite scene to gush about, but NOPE I LOVE THIS SCENE. It is a perfect introduction to Mötley Crüe and what they were all about, and I’m simply giving it the appreciation it deserves.
Hey Vince and Mike, what the fuck 🤣🤣
Egg burritos??? Wiping your dicks with them??? Marlon Brando fucking a duck????
I mean come on the chemistry is undeniable
if i fail my exam it will be this pic's fault and this pic's fault only