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thank you for your porn research but the videos weren't my cup of tea unfortunately.😬

I'm very devastated that there aren't Guns n Roses "porn videos". I'm craving some gnr stuff😭🥲 not even some moaning or groaning audios of them exists. Or audios of Slash or Duff talking dirty🤧

Sorry for this rant !

Haha! No worries! You can rant all you want. Yeah, they weren't my cup of tea ether and I did kinda want to wash my eyes with bleach, especially after the Gene Simmons one 😂 if I find anything from GnR, I might post that here for you! Found this though, but you've probably already seen it.

We got rained on a lot. Which is good 'cause we had no shower.

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Axl Rose, 24: "There's a lot of violence in the world. That's the environment we live in and we like to show what we live in rather than hide it and act like everything is nice and sugary.

Slash: We lived in a one room studio with holes in the ceiling. We got rained on a lot.

Izzy: Which is good 'cause we had no shower.

“The West Hollywood sheriffs have got to be the biggest fucking pigfaces I’ve ever known. They know our name, too, because of all the things that have happened.” - Izzy

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Hey, how are you doing? I’m so happy for all the requests you write, especially for GNR!!

May I make one for your resent Slash please? I just had a nightmare that left me shaking for good over 10 minutes and I had to make sure that all the windows and doors were locked and I still don’t feel at ease, like I’m expecting my nightmare to materialise from nothing and happen in real life… It was so freaking real and I knew something bad would happen in the dream… somebody chase away the nightmares and hug me!!! 😭

Thank you so much and I hope you’re taking good care of yourself!!! ❤️

I’m doing well myself, thanks for asking 🤍 I’m very sorry about the nightmare on your part, I hope I can write a fic to make you feel better 💙💙

If you can elaborate a bit more on what you’re asking for, I’ll get right on it for you darling <3

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You and Izzy sit on the balcony, smoking cigs and observing the stars

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For: my lovely, @dizzystradlin, a very special person to me.

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You’ve had your fair share of life. Maybe you’d pushed through more than you had to. Endured more than most. Exhaling a puff of smoke, you sighed, leaning your head back against the exterior of the apartment you were just barely able to afford. The sky was clear tonight- at least as clear as it could be considering that you lived in Los Angeles. The stars were faint, but still just faintly glowing in the sky. Like little dots. Just two twinkling away.

You ash your cigarette on the molding boards which make up your porch. How many cigarettes had you and gone through at this point? You’d last track long ago, when the sun was still up, not that you were exactly keeping track. Izzy was your… well Izzy. Maybe that’s what it is- just plain and simple. You were you and Izzy was Izzy. Izzy who crashed on your couch far too many times, Izzy who was a little to lax when you could make payments, Izzy who spoke more with his eyes than words. Just plain ol’ Izzy.

That was more than enough for you.

At your rock bottom, Izzy picked you back up on your feet. Be it that he was aware or not. He helped you in more ways than one, physically and mentally. Were you exactly one hundred percent in either aspect? No. But things felt a little more possible. You turned your head just enough to watch Izzy- who was standing right next to where you sat. He seemed to paying attention to everything and nothing.

“Don’t you…” you paused, taking another drag of the cigarette. It almost seemed like Izzy didn’t even hear you, but you knew he did. He always did. You exhaled and continued, “Don’t you ever think about how insignificant we really are? I mean… look at all those stars. They’re… they’re goddamn massive compared to us. And yet here I am, worrying about the utility bill.” Then silence again. Izzy didn’t respond, not that you were really expecting him to.

The silence went on for a few minutes.

Izzy spoke up and you almost jumped, almost, “I think you’ve got a one-sided perspective on all this. You think we’re all that insignificant to the stars, but they’re just as insignificant as us.”

He pointed out and up towards the sky, “That star right there, what difference would it make to us if it just wasn’t there? Disappeared or something, I don’t give a fuck.” He dropped his cigarette and out it out with the heel of his boot, hands automatically going to his pants pockets.

You didn’t responds, you didn’t exactly have a counter argument… you also wanted to hear Izzy keep on talking. For being a drug-addled rockstar, he was far more insightful than most.

“It wouldn’t make a lack of difference. To us, we’re seein’ the same damn starry sky.” He turned to look at you, his hazel eyes staring right into yours, “Guess it’d be different if you only focused on that star, yeah?”

You swallowed and gave a half nod, “Yeah.”

“Then I’d guess you’d noticed it missing.” He said with a shrug, but you knew the implication. That all the stars reflected all the people in the world. That the one star which, in theory, disappeared was you. And Izzy was the silent observer, watching the sky.

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You are a spectacular individual, so strong and so incredibly brave. I wish you all the best

Imagine:

Slash comes home to you after a performance

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𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚡𝚘𝚡𝚘

It was quite late in the night, you were still awake, sitting in bed with a magazine in your lap and the TV running in the background. Your cat was curled up around the foot of the bed, sleeping soundly. The sound of the lock on the door being fumbled with brought a smile to your face. Slash, your boyfriend, was finally back from a performance at the Troubadour.

He stumbled throughout the apartment, cursing at himself when he ran into the table and chairs. Something toppled over, not that he paid much heed to it. Slash peeked his head through the bedroom door. Seeing you sitting there had him all but throw himself into your embrace.

The smell of cigarette smoke and sweat cling to him as he nuzzled into your chest. A small smile graced your face as you pet his snarly mess off curls.

“Mm… Missed ya” he mumbled softly.

“Yeah, me too.” You responded, “but don’t you think you’re due for a shower, hm?”

Slash made a half-sleepy half-annoyed noise, “Noo… ‘M too tired. Plus- you like my smell.”

Just as you were thinking of a retort, you felt his body go lax on top of yours. He really was tired them. You couldn’t help the small laugh that left you as you took in the scene. Clicking off the lamp and wrapping your arms around Slash, returning his embrace, you knew you wouldn’t want Slash to be any other way than himself.

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“I've been hell on the women in my life, and the women in my life have been hell on me. And it really breaks me down to tears a lot of times when I think about how terribly we've treated each other. Erin and I treated each other like shit. Sometimes we treated each other great, because the children in us were best friends. But then there were other times when we just fucked each other's lives completely up. And so you write about that in your frustration. The anger and the emotions and stuff scare people, and it's good that people recognize these things as dangerous. I don't think our music promotes that you should feel this way, and if people are getting that, that's not right. We're saying you're allowed to feel certain ways. Now, if you want to hold on to something that you know is bad, that's your problem. I don't want to.”

Could you write hc for slash dating a reader with a bump leg like she has to walk with a can and stuff :)

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Headcanons:

Slash being the most accommodating boyfriend to all your needs

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You’d always had a bit of a “trick leg” as you liked to call it. Sometimes you were able to walk on your own, sometimes you needed a cane to get around

When you first met Slash you were on one of your better days, not relying on your aid much. You were too embarrassed about it to mention it to the rocker

Soon enough, Slash kept asking you out on dates and you kept attempting to mask your needs in order to keep Slash around

However, he ended up noticing how you’d favor one leg, walk slower, limp a bit. He found you out

At first you were embarrassed, but Slash was quick to assure you that you were perfect no matter what

He was incredibly accommodating to all your needs, he’d help you in and out of his cars, carry you up long flights of stairs

He was the perfect boyfriend

Slash was able to turn your embarrassment about needing a cane into a fashion statement. He’d help you decorate it in all sorts of fun ways that matched your outfits

When the cold weather came, which always caused your bad leg pain, Slash was by your side, providing all the comfort you needed and more

He was supportive of you in private and public. He wouldn’t allow people to make ableist jabs at you.

You were his perfect girlfriend and nothing would change that

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