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vomits eighties but, like, Stylishly

This is random but...

One of my favorite things about Rock And Roll Mystery is when Chikara is explaining to Velma the history (or should I say KIϟϟtory) of the Rock of Kissteria and we see the shot of the book how it's the past kiss members.

The Jendell image meaning Ace

The two tigers meaning Peter

The figs meaning Anton Fig

The fox being Eric

The ankh being Vinnie

The purple and blue crest thing having the initials "MSJ" meaning Mark St John

And the yellow and red Crest having a 'BK' meaning Bruce

They thought to include the past members as former guardians of the rock and I just find that a cute detail.

I don't know if someone has pointed this out already, but I saw some people talking about the movie and wanted to share this because it made me verbally 'awe' when I paused and looked at everything.

I don't need therapy I need to go to a Queen concert

This is how I see the creature commandos /hj

The Poker Game

Title: The Poker Game

Summary:  Vince Neil, Axl Rose, Bret Michaels, Sebastian Bach, Jani Lane, and Jon Bon Jovi are sitting down for a poker game. Vince is a little low to make the bet, but he knows that his hand is the winner. He just knows it.

Warnings: Language mainly

AN: Tommy x Nikki, Slash x Axl. Just a random crack fic that I came up with because I was bored af.

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Gene and Paul Stanley having comfort sex? Gene Complimenting and worshiping him, Making him feel Loved and Appreciated after the Awful day he has had plz? ^^

The Pick Me Up

Gene/Paul, stardemon, Paul just had a lousy time, Gene is there for him, I think i implied this is Revenge era

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Paul pouted, looking at his reflection in the mirror and observing all of the little details of his face. He sure wasn't looking much younger anymore, and he'd let himself grow facial hair for once in his career. He sighed through his nose, shaking his head and brushing out a few tangles that had formed in his long hair. Nothing in particular had happened today, Paul just wasn't feeling all too hot. Some days he was great, energized, excited, ready to conquer anything in his path. Other days, he just felt awful, sluggish, tired, especially after messing up during practice earlier in the day. He didn't usually fuck things up like that. Paul leaned against the door and slid down to the floor, rubbing his temples. He jolted when he heard a knock on the bathroom door, grabbing the counter for support as he pulled himself up and opened the door.

"Sorry for taking so long."

"Hey no, it's alright." Gene mumbled gently to him, observing his face. "I think you need a break."

"Ditto."

The other man held his arms out toward Paul, embracing him in a warm and loving hug.

"Let me treat you tonight. You deserve it, especially after all of the rough shit we've been through lately."

"Gene, don't spend any money on me-"

"Never said I would need to."

He pushed a strand of hair behind his right ear, pressing a gentle, feather-light kiss to his cheek, opting for his lips instead, giving them a soft peck. A grin pulled at Paul's lips.

"I trust you."

Gene was pleased with that, taking his hands and coaxing him out to their bedroom, laying him back onto the pillows and silky bed sheets.

"Just let me take care of you tonight, my star prince."

He started removing the top Paul was wearing, pecking his lips over and over, hands wandering the expanse of chest hair, fingers ghosting over his nipples. Paul relaxed into him, letting out soft breaths and laying back on the pillows, like a pillow prince. Gene pressed heated kisses to his throat, pulling his pants down to follow the shirt in a pile next to them.

"Look at you.. look how beautiful your body is.. these damn hips." His hands held Paul's hips as he talked, then further down. "You're so gorgeous, Paul. Even 20 years after knowing you, you still look radiant."

"You flatter me, Gene." He giggled lightly.

He grinned, shimmying boxers down his thighs, pushing them off and freeing the frontman's cock. His left hand rummaged through their bedside table drawer, pulling a small bottle of lube out. He clicked the top open, pouring just enough over Paul's tip to help with slicking it up, fingers already getting to work, gliding up and down the length, spreading the lube around. Paul let out a pleased groan from his throat. Gene leaned forward, kissing him lovingly as his wrist moved to provide him all the pleasure.

"You're so stunning.. you've worked so hard lately, you really deserve this." He whispered to him, now kissing his jawline.

He shuddered, hands moving up to Gene's hair and brushing it through his fingers.

"Gene..~"

"Shh, baby, let me do this for you~"

His strokes picked up pace just slightly, whispering more praise and peppering kisses all over Paul's body, leaving no inch of his skin untouched and unloved. Even as he got closer, Gene had his full attention to his wants and needs, encouraging him to come as much as he needed, until he made an absolute mess of himself. Both were panting, Paul leaning up for another loving kiss, moaning happily into Gene's mouth, then caressing the side of his face, fingers scratching lightly at the facial hair that Gene too had grown.

"I love you so much."

The bassist smirked, getting nose to nose with him. "I love you too."

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"John could say things about Paul, but if anyone said anything bad about Paul, John would take a swing at you. He’d say, “You can’t talk about Paul like that.” Paul was his best buddy. If you were talking to Paul, and you said something derogatory about John, he’d get up and leave. Paul was more of a peaceful guy, but John had that hot head, and he would say, “You wanna talk about Paul? Let’s go.” You weren’t allowed to say anything bad about Paul or John to each one of them."

-Alice Cooper

@poison-marshmellow

No need to menstruate alone, beautiful. Let me drink from your Forbidden Chalice (Diva Cup). Let me paint my face with my devotion... my smile is already red with lust... and my mind is insane with desire *I chuckle darkly*

This is a post about the Joker drinking your menstrual blood. Please be respectful of my fantasy in the comments and reblogs. Joker antis DNI

I'm deeply sorry