SLASH

Finding out that Ozzy Osbourne is a history nerd is one of the most wholesome things I’ve ever heard

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

“Slash is one of the most emotional guitar players that I’ve ever met. I saw all these people trying to be Eddie van Halen. And it took 5 years to find somebody who played more from the heart rather than just trying to be the fastest, to be a big rock star. He’ll be very quiet most of the time until he picks up a guitar and his heart and soul seems to pour out through the guitar. And I’ll sit right in front of his amp when he’s doing a solo. It means so much to me just to hear that.”

— Axl Rose, 1988 Interview (via monsieursex)

guns n roses alphabet ☆ ➥ Nothing lasts forever… …but we both know hearts can change

Ozzy wins

hi love!! i just found your au’s and i’m OBSESSED!! if you’re still taking requests, how about axl wearing slash’s clothes and they’re too big on him but it’s super endearing :,)

Thank you so much!!  And thank you for being patient while I got this out 💕💕

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Slash had been giving Axl looks all night.  And not just that night, but on and off for the past few weeks, ever since they’d gotten back on the road.   

They weren’t his usual lusty looks: heavy, heated eye contact that unfailingly led to one of them dragging the other to the nearest unoccupied bed or wall.  No, these were sneaky, lingering glances, gentler than the usual eye-fucking, but also enigmatic like he knew something Axl didn’t.  At this point, Axl had lost count of the times he’d spotted Slash’s mysterious little smile out of the corner of his eye. 

“Why are you always looking at me like that?” He asked bluntly as he and Slash toweled off after a post-gig shower in Slash’s hotel room.  More often than not, the inner workings of Slash’s mind were a complete mystery to Axl, and he’d learned by now that it was best to be straightforward. 

“Like what?” Slash asked, tilting his head so that wet curls slid across his back.  Axl was about 60% sure he was playing dumb.  Maybe 70. 

“Like, you were staring at me for a long time when I was talking to Matt at soundcheck today, and not like you were trying to telepathically proposition me like normal.” 

“Hm.”  Slash seemed to be fondly recalling the event, but he wasn’t any more forthcoming.   

“So?” 

“So I was checking you out, Ax.  You looked good.  Those shorts really don’t hide much.”  And there was that familiar leer. 

“This was different though!  You’ve been looking at me different than usual lately,” Axl stressed.

“Well…” As Axl suspected, Slash knew exactly what he was getting at all along. “You’ve been wearing different stuff on stage.  Those huge t-shirts with the tiny shorts, you know?” 

“Is there something wrong with my clothes?” 

“No, Axl.  It just… It takes me back to when we first met.  Remember when you stayed at my mom’s place for a while and you’d always be wearing my clothes because you didn’t have shit, and they were all really loose on you?” 

“What?” 

“You don’t remember staying at my mom’s?" 

“Shut up, Slash.”  Of course he remembered, but he didn’t know that teenaged Slash had been sneaking looks at him all the way back then.  "They weren’t that big! You were just a kid!” 

“Yeah, and you were malnourished.” 

“Was not!” It was a blatant lie.   

“Sure, babe.  Anyway, every time I see you on stage with your shirt slipping off your shoulder, wearing the world’s tiniest shorts, it just reminds me of you sitting on my bed in a shirt two sizes too big and a pair of boxers I outgrew when I was 16…" 

Axl was flushed bright red, but spared from further details when Duff pounded on the door so hard the hinges rattled. 

“We’re going out, are you guys coming or what?” he yelled. 

“Shit, Duff, they might be fucking,” Steven could also be heard speaking at a more reasonable volume on the other side of the door. 

“Fuck!  Sorry if you guys were fucking!  We’re going to a club down the street if you wanna come when you’re done!”  Duff was still shouting loud enough to hears on the next floor, and Axl pinched the bridge of his nose.   

“Jesus, just give us a minute, we’re coming!  And not like that, you fucker!” Slash yelled back.  More quietly, he asked Axl, “You’re coming with, right?” 

“Yeah, yeah, just let me grab a shirt from my room…”  They were both still only half clothed after their shower.   

“Wear one of mine.” 

“Slash…” Axl rolls his eyes but Slash is already handing him a wadded up but mostly clean black t-shirt.  “Seriously?” 

An expectant grin is his only response. 

Making a show of his exasperation, Axl pulled the soft cotton shirt over his head.  The neck hung a bit loose, the sleeves reached his elbows, and the hem draped around his thighs, bunching up when he tucked the front into his jeans so he wouldn’t look like a five-year-old.   

“This shirt is big on you too, you know,” he grumbled. 

“Not as big as it is on you though.”  Slash sounded very pleased with himself, and when Axl looked he found him with that same knowing smile and warm look in his eyes.   

Axl groused some more as Slash shrugged a leather jacket over his bare shoulders and led the way down to the lobby – “I’m not even that much shorter than you, and I’m three years older! Just that stupid top hat making you look tall…”  But he still relaxed into Slash’s side when he wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him close.

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