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support my friend, cowards
After talking with @aratbaby they've convinced me to continue publishing my writing on here for the small group (if any really) of you who actually like it
this is oddly specific, but I really like how you draw and shade axl’s hair :)
i love super specific comments!! they’re wonderfully useful in figuring out what I’m doing right or wrong.
and thank you so much! it’s really fun to draw and 90% of my drawings are him, so— you’re in luck here lol
having a style crisis atm
y’all!!!
oops i made an outfit meme. send a number/letter & character or two and i’ll do a few drawings
shoutout to all my followers who don’t hate me yet
oh? my sexuality? it’s *80s music blaring*
there’s something you’re afraid to say. it might be scary to figure out what it is, so let this quiz figure it out for you! “what do you wish you could say?” on uquiz!
/4kiSSw
Reblog if it's okay for anybody to message you if they're feeling lonely during self isolation. Let's get through this together!
“Don’t you fucking leave, you Isbell fucker!”
Came out worse than I wished, but it is what it is. For one of @jaxl-road ‘s au’s found here .
Hollow
“When I get stressed, I get violent and take it out on myself. I’ve pulled razor blades on myself but then realized that having a scar is more detrimental than not having a stereo. I’d rather kick in my stereo than cut my arm.” -Axl Rose
An AU where Axl changes his mind on that stance.
Pairings: none
***TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM (specifically cutting)***
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There was a clawing in his chest. In his throat, in his stomach, behind his eyes and his teeth. Walking offstage, Axl felt like he couldn’t breathe, too busy focusing on containing the wild, storming beast that wanted to tear him apart.
He needed to get out of here.
Keep reading
found a cool article. did you know Sebastian Bach tackled a guy with a knife for Axl Rose?
Am I annoying? Yes
Do I give a fuck? Also yes I really am sorry about me all the time
axl has one fear
based on this tweet
this is so interesting and important because it’s so hard to explain what it feels like to disassociate,,
everyone experiences things a little differently (like when she spoke of depression it wasn’t quite how it is for me) but it’s still generally informative
Experiencing Derealization while Living with Complex PTSD (Disassociation)
If I ever refer to you as "my dude", "bro", "bruh", et cetera, please know:
1) I mean it in the most gender-neutral way possible.
2) I will stop if you ask, no judgement.
no sideblogs, we chaotically cram our personal posts, aesthetic posts, and 800 hyperfixations into one blog like men
y’know. . . I’m not even the slightest bit surprised
take my which member of guns n roses are you quiz i spent hours on it
Hands, Water, A Reminder
Not me and self projecting again lmao.
Warning for self worth issues.
It’s a suffocating feeling. Phantom hands wrap around your throat. They’re always there, a reminder.
Sometimes, the hold is loose. There, but very light, like a thought in the back of your mind that you can’t quite shake off. It needs you to know it’s still there, that it’ll never go away .
Sometimes, the grip is strong, thumbs pressing into your throat, difficult to breathe. Vision blurred and clouded over in this feeling.
And other times. . . The hands hold you down, a tight grip, shoving you down into the water. Breathing is impossible, coughing up air and replacing it with water.
The way you carry yourself, the way you walk and talk. Surface level observations scream that you’re proud of you, that you like you.
But they don’t see those hands, wrapped around your throat. They wouldn’t want to, anyway. It’s so much easier to take someone at their surface level, so much easier not to bother looking further, finding flaws, problems.
So you take it. Take their words and criticism, use it, solidify the image, the mask, you’ve created.
But the hands are still there. Constant reminders.
You can do better.
You fucked up.
You ruined everything again.
You’re not worth anything.
You can’t get shit right.
They tell you, you have talent, you’re skilled. But what does that do?
You still mess up.
You still know there’s so much better out there.
You’re not worth shit.
Every breath you take is a waste, every sip of water, every little resource you use to survive. It’s all a waste.
But you fear death, don’t you?
So with every time the hands drag you down, watch you cough and choke and fill your lungs with water, it still brings you back up. Resuscitates you.
You’ll forever continue drowning, you’ll forever be reminded of how little you’re worth. The water is in your lungs, forever.
axl is a gremlin
original tweet here
Wait fuck I’m crying
I’m writing a short piece on self worth and whatnot and am probably gonna draw axl with it bc I like self projecting,, would anyone actually read it or should I keep the writing part to myself
I’m writing a short piece on self worth and whatnot and am probably gonna draw axl with it bc I like self projecting,, would anyone actually read it or should I keep the writing part to myself
self projection is my only personality trait
Y’all ever look over your WIPs and realize that a majority have the same basic theme and you are a known self-projector in fanfic and so you end up just sitting there like “Huh…. guess I’m not dealing with THAT as well as I thought I was.”
Y’all ever seen these balloons? Yeah.