Slack Is Lowkey Suck A Mood Sometimes

Imagine Alice Cooper making cameos (e.g. Alfred Hitchcock) in horror movies

【Axl N' Slash ❣】

literally me and her ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

➶♡ @missmaytona POOKY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :333

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Guns N Roses: Dust N' Bones Live | The Ritz 1991

Guns N' Roses - Mr. Brownstone - Live at the ritz 88

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Thinking about how Izzy was the one to hand Axl his famous kilt, and it’s one of Axl’s outfits Slash has always liked. The kilt is special.

Is it just me ?

Is it just me or does anyone else have this problem ?

I search up Alice Cooper and I get the one from Riverdale.

What I want is Alice Cooper the musician.

Like I want Alice Cooper x reader, but what I get is riverdale.

Does anyone have advice?

Wade: What are you drinking?

Logan: Vodka.

Wade: Straight?

Logan: No, gay. Why?

(origins)Victor Creed anti-discrimination rant #369

So, for the amount of hate Origins gets just for how they portrayed deadpool, guess what?! He gets a funkopop and jimmy gets a funkopop, and everyone gets a funkopop - but no, not Vic.

Why bother, amiright? VictorCreedwho? Ruggedmancat bar scene where? Prowly darkcoated catmanwho?

At least a Vic to go with this Jimmy. It could've been nice. Just a reminder how nice, below:

The Beautiful One / Prince Imagine

Request: Hey, I’m in a bad mood since I was bullied today, can I ask for a fic in which Prince comforts a bullied reader? 

I’m so so sorry this happened today @ladybowiestardust you really don’t deserve it at all and people can just be so mean! But it always does get better and I am always here for you, and if you want me to deal with them, just send me in the right direction!! <333

‘They said…what’

‘Please, Prince, just calm down, you’re literally just off the stage! You’re going to collapse!’

‘They said what to you?’

Prince’s fingernails dig into the leather chair that rests precariously under shaking hands so hard you fear it may leave permanent marks. Your fears are confirmed as his grip suddenly slacks, his fist slamming down onto the vanity table as his lips twitch into a scowl, pausing for a moment to think.

‘Not now, Jerome’, he shouts, whipping his head towards the opening door in dismay, ‘I’m trying to think!’

‘Prince…’, you whisper, unsure of what he was planning.

It was too bright in here. Too bright, it made his head ache. Prince shuts his eyes tightly, wincing slightly in pain as the bright vanity bulbs shine out aggressively, their white beams hitting the former shadows of his skin like hot bullets as sweat begins to lightly trickle down his forehead, curving down past his lips and landing like sick teardrops onto his white cravat, his breathing becoming shallow and rough as it begins to constrict against his command. The dim rays of the lights above bathe the room in blue coldness as his arms begin to shiver, or rather shake, their grip on the oaken table becoming tighter until flashes of pain rip through his knuckles and he can feel the small  droplets of blood ping easily onto the floor as the splinters break his skin. But he doesn’t care. How could anyone dare say that to you, his bright angel, his one true love. And worse, he wasn’t there to protect you. He had been too busy up on stage, twisting his hips and slicking his hair to notice the most beautiful and precious thing was being hurt. It wasn’t it, unless you were right there by his side, and this time he had let you down.

Tapping one sleek platform boot against the floor, the curls of his hair beginning to fall over his swirling chocolate eyes as he finally releases the breath he had been holding in, tilting his head up with a surge of confidence, he surprises you by swinging into action, turning on his heel and strutting his way towards you, each stomp of his heels like a hurricane echoing around the small cream walls. You’re too shocked to move even though you’re afraid he actually might hurt someone if he leaves the room in his irritation and dismay, but as the palm of his hand thumps against the back of the door by your head, holding it shut, you’re overjoyed as he lets his head fall into the curve of your neck. 

Wrapping one slender arm around your waist, he spins the two of you round until the ruffles of his back are pinned against the wall, his fingers splayed over the small dip of your back as he rubs your skin gently, pressing dozens of fervent wet kisses against your forehead, the dip of your cheek, the tip of your nose and ears before his chin finally lands on the top of your head. His necktie is itchy against your cheek as he pulls you tighter against his erratic heart, his chest radiating a comforting heat as you grasp onto the silk material, bunching it familiarly underneath your fingertips as the two of you just stay there, locked together like Lego, just revelling in the comfort the two of you bring each other. The tips of his raven curls tickle against your face, but all you can focus on in that moment was the feeling of his mouth smiling against your head, and the slow circles of his thumbs against your muscles.

‘You’re the only girl in the world I see, y/n, you really think what anyone else says really matters? That you’re the most beautiful one, the one who owns my heart, hmm? It doesn’t matter what they say, y/n, you are beyond perfect the way you are, and they are just beyond jealous. I’m sorry I wasn’t there tonight, but I promise I will be every other one.’

Mupp My Life Into Pieces.

This is my last resort!

Honestly one can interpret the Music video for November Rain as super gay