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would regularly moon audiences during concerts,

was sued for assaulting a Jewish cameraman,

attempted to have a Nazi tattoo on his arm removed from evidence in said lawsuit to avoid the jury developing any prejudice against Lee,

was arrested alongside bandmate Nikki Six for using racial slurs against a black security guard, pouring liquor on him, and encouraging the crowd at their concert to attack the guard,

allegedly transmitted hepatitis C to Pamela Anderson during a tattoo session,

admitted to kicking Anderson while she was holding their infant son, Dylan,

attacked Anderson so she was left with bruises, a torn fingernail, and terrified for the safety of her two sons,

has said, of the necessary procedures that took place during his battle for equal custody of his sons: “Doesn’t it sound reasonable? […] We’re going through all this crazy bullshit of psychiatric evaluation […] It’s such an ugly, shitty situation, man, and it’s a big fucking waste of money. At some point both lawyers end up putting another new wing on their homes, and nobody benefits. Certainly the children don’t: they’re being interviewed by therapists. I mean, for God’s sake, they’re five and six years old. I just hope it’s over soon and I just hope I get to spend as much time with my kids as they do with their mum. That’s all I really want; I don’t care about anything else.”

I said it once and I'll say it again, I really like this Valentine's idea you're doing💛

When he finally found his soulmate, Axl was gonna strangle them.

Ok, not really but, Jesus Christ, would it have killed them to give him any kind of hint about themselves?  Most people had at least some idea of their soulmate's voice, their gender, the languages they spoke and their taste in music.  But Axl?  He didn't have any of that because he had never once heard his soulmate sing.

He'd come to accept it by now.  It was just... lonely sometimes.  Lonely and quiet.  Honestly, he just hoped they were okay.

As for Axl, he figured that the more he sang, the easier it would be for his soulmate to find him.  He may not be able to search for them himself, but if he played enough shows, recorded songs and sold albums, there was no way they wouldn't find him, right?  All he had to do was make it big, and he was pretty sure that he'd finally found the right band to do it with.  

They hadn't been together long, but the chemistry and talent were incredible.  They already had a full setlist of songs they could perform live, and Axl still had a few more in his back pocket that he'd been tinkering with for years now.  He'd been busy with the new band lately, but he really should dust some of those off again when he got the chance...

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a quiet melody coming from down the hall.  He hadn't even realized that anyone else was home, but he followed the sound to Slash's room.  He was strumming his guitar, as usual, but between the chords, Axl could hear him humming a very familiar tune.  

Slash's voice was soft, an absentminded murmur as he gave the acoustic guitar his full attention.  He didn't even notice Axl in the doorway, at least not until he blurted out, "How the hell do you know that song?"

"Huh – What song?"

"The song you were singing, November Rain."

"Is that what it's called? Who's it by?"

"It's by me, dumbass, but it's not even finished yet, how did you hear it?"

For a long, silent moment, Slash just stared up at him, wide-eyed and frozen with his lips parted in confusion.  Axl realized that he was glaring accusingly down at his bandmate with his hands on his hips, and awkwardly tries to relax his body while he waits impatiently for Slash to explain.

"I, uh.  My soulmate sings it sometimes." Slash confessed.  "I was... working on a guitar part so that when I met him, I could play it for him."

my buddy @lifesasickjoke and I have made a new writing tumblr!´, where we (hope to) publish more of our writing and works. go follow it! if you want, of course

it has been. a hot minute since I wrote and posted on here, and for that I do apologise. life has been chaotic and it is definitely not getting any tamer!

I did however write something over on AO3, and it would mean the world to me if y’all checked it out. it’s nothing like what I’ve written before, its juts a little vent(?) story I wrote about the passing of layne staley bc I was s a a d d d that day

Tommy with a pig

This Memorial Weekend is the 35th anniversary of one of the greatest concert festivals ever! 

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