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tholosersclub · 2 years

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🖤 Louis Partridge Icons 🖤

#Louis Partridge #louis patridge icons #louis partridge icons #sid vicious #sid vicious icons #pistols fx #pistols hulu

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valentinedussaut · 2 years

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Pistols » Track 2: Rotten

“Do any of you imbeciles realise what’s happening here? He is one of the greatest guitarists in all of England. And you are an untutored genius that, with the right guidance, could change the world.”

“You’re a tosser.”

“Yes, I am. And I’m going to toss this boring, grey country with its corrupt Establishment right on its inbred, self-important arse. Now who wants to toss with me?”

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written-in-flowers · 2 years

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Being sooo eDgY as a kid, I listened to the Sex Pistols. I developed a deep interest in them (I saw interest because it only lasted like a few weeks probably, all of my loves did back then), and wanted to soak up everything like a wet sponge.

Having a long time love for lanky boys with dark hair, I instantly started simping over Sid Vicious (how very on brand of me). Why? I have no clue. Guess how he looked?

Soooo naturally when a mini series came out about the origins of the band, I had to watch it. It’s always nice going back to something you haven’t visited in a while.

and guess who I am finding myself simping for....Sid...again...

#lord I'm predictable.#I am genuinely enjoying the show though #when push inaccuracies aside #and just enjoy it as a show #sex pistols #pistols hulu #and anson boon as rotten is great

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vxnomoxz · 1 year

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Johnny *calming Sid down* Rotten

#i mean John is so protective when it's about Sid #John was basically his straitjacket #again this is super sad #anson boon #louis partridge #post #sex pistols #pistol fx #pistol disney #pistol hulu #pistol tv show #johnny rotten #sid vicious #gifset #my gifs #gif #louis partridge aesthetic

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chemicallady · 2 years

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Everybody's fool

Couple: Johnny RottenxReader

Content Warning: cursing, plus I can't really speak British english so apologies if I americanised some dialogues c.c please forgive me

Summary: It's not true that no one have nothing lovely to write about him.

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It's seems like years since the last time you heard about John. To be fair, it's just five days but it seems to be a lifetime. He is currently touring in US with the Pistols and actually the only knowledge you have about this are the complains he made in the quick phone calls he has granted you by divine grace.

Complains about Malcom being a prick and that's not a big news, by the way. You hate the guy since you met him. Viv is too much worthy for a worm like he is.

Complains about the american audience that is getting more and more violent towards them. Knowing that those people hate the band and their iconic message to new generations scares the shit out of you, by the way. John was so amused while he was telling us about a priest that had yelled to him that he wants to crucify Rotten. Not. Funny. At. All.

Complains about Sid being too annoying. Again, not a surprise at all. Sid is the most damaged person you have ever seen. Able to be the sweetest boy in the room but ready to cut his hand if nobody is paying attention to him. Or start a riot that could cost everything to the band.

Complains about Nancy, even if she is not with then. You can say nothing about this topic in particular, you hate that junkie, she is ruining Sid or that's what it seems. You love Sid too much to see how toxic he is as a boyfriend.

Complains on Steve and Paul.

On the bustour.

On the hotels.

On everything.

He talks about everything but you.

He has never asked about you. Do you have find a new job, (y/n)? Are you doing, (y/n)? Do you miss me?

Nothing. Nada. Niet.

To clear the waters, your relationship with John Lyndon is everything but intelligible. You love the shit out that lame ass and he cares about you enough to give you his attention, his body, his time.

But... you have never felt like you are enough for him and that's interesting because everyone's love you as much as they don't really like him. You are a supporter since the very beginning. You met all of them working at Viv shop and you already knew Sid from years. And of course John too.

You have spent the last three years of your life waiting for John to come 'home'. No matter how many times he pretendented that you didn't shag. He is always showing you that it's worthy to wait. He is not into PDA but he gently caresses you hand or your back through the texture of the leather jacket when he is unseen.

And you too have always shown that you you have always raised him above everyone else.

Jesus, you got yourself fired because you got an argument with Malcom about Rotten. Your friends started to keep the distance when John became McLauren target.

As Glenn before.

However, you have to face it. People to John are like clothes. He changes them depending by his bloody mood.

Probably due to his behavior, John knows he is the heart and soul of the band. His lyrics are the sparks of the revolution, not Steve and his incapacity of playing a guitar and take is own decisions.

So you don't think about him when a knock at the door brings you back from your thoughts. You leave the cup of tea on the table near to the window, on a daily glimpse on Baxton.

Opening the door you feel nothing but astonishment.

《 John?》

《You are acting like a ghost just manifested on your door. 》

《 I feel exactly like I'm looking at a ghost 》

He is soaked in rain, but his big eyes are even more wetty. Not like he cried, but like he is awake since days.

You move so he can enter in your small attic flat, deciding to not ask. When he will be ready, he will speak. He never shuts up, he won't this time, you know.

《 You mind prepare some tea?》

《Just one second, wild boy. You are washing my floor like a mop.》

Using a towel, you stroke his foxy hair till they are almost drier.

《 You have left some closets on my wardrobe. Change yourself before catching a cold.》

You move to the kitchen, leaving John the time to make himself at home. You can tell how much he is in distress; his body is tense and he keeps rubbing his hands.

By the time you have settled the table with cups and a metal box full of biscuits, he reaches you. You try to not look at him while he sits, grabbing a cinnamon biscuit.

《Lemon or mint tea?》

《I left the band. I'm no longer a Pistol, so what doesn't it matter if my fucking tea is mint or bloody lemon? 》

It has always amazed you the way John is able to leave you speechless. And it has always destroyed you the way he has simply left you behind. But now...

Now it's different.

You feel a void in the middle of the chest and for several seconds, the only sound you hear is the teapot whistle.

In front of you, John looks so small, bent over himself, stooped. He avoids your glaze, starring at the window without really watching through the glass.

Bringing the hot water on the table, you realise that is not the first time he seems so helpless. This is John Lyndon. Rotten is just a angry boy on a big stage, but John.... John is powerless since the very beginning of your 'relationship'.

You spill a cup of hot water for him, hand him a couple of teabags so he can choose by himself.

《 Is Malcom's fault, right?》

《 Steve's. I ask him to choose and he did it unwisely. I wasn't aspecting much from that moron. He is not able to choose his socks, how can he choose what's the best for the band?》

That's insane.

《Where is Sid?》

《He decided to stay.》

《.... No fucking way.》

《Steve convinced him. He's the new singer of the band.》 He ended with a sarcasting voice. John pours some milk in his lemon tea, adding a sugar lump.

《 I can't believe he didn't leave with you.》

《He was in hospital in New York when I left.》 Even if he tries to be fearless you can see how upset he gets thinking about Sid. Upset and sad. 《He is not able to take care of himself and he ODed before the end of the tour. Pathetic. 》

《You don't think this. He is your mate since I can recall. He is a good lad and-》

《We're not going to see him again alive, (y/n).》

That's too much for you. It was so perfect, seeing them on the stage toghter, fearless and strong, singing an anthem against the contemporary distopic society.

But now it's just a dream and you were wake up roughly.

《I'm sorry, John.》

《 About Sid? He never mentioned you while we were together》

《 I'm sorry for the band》.

John rises his eyes in yours, surprised.

《Why?》

《Because without you they're done. Doesn't matter if Steve founded the band. You wrote every song. The singer is the face and soul of a band. Pistols are not an exception. Steve is clueless, Paul is not carismatic and Sid ... I love him and I don't care if he never mentioned me in months. He is like a brother to me, but he can't play and for sure he can't sing or write.》

A small smile appears on John's lips, full of self steam. 《You think they can't replace me, though 》

And you can't help but smile back. 《No, they can't.》

The tea is getting cold, so the two of you spend a couple of minutes to drink it. He changed his clothes with the ones he had left in your wardrobe. A whiye baggy old t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans made by Viv.

He is cute, whit is hair still wet and that insicure but warm smile.

《Do you figure out why I came here?》

When he asks, the first thing you have in your mind is "because you have nothing left", but you don't have the heart to tell him.

《You missed me?》 You decide to ask back, with a witty tune. You don't want to hear a negative answer, but you aspect one.

《Because I was left with nothing》 he whispers, stopping you from breathing. 《But you. And I love you, so it is okay. I can make another band, without that prick manager, I can find another mate. But.... you are the only person that it can't be replaced. Not to me. 》

Before thinking, you stand. Your lips reach John's ones in a spontaneous and passionate kiss. Now that tears you hold are stream on your checks.

《I love you too》, you say. 《And you are impossible to replace as well. We'll figure out together.》

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gailmustdie · 1 year

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