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I'd like to remind everyone kirk has a blood kink! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
i NEEEED period sex with 90s kirk i know he would be into it i feel it in my bones,,,, hes so vamp
anon how the fuck did you sense i was on my period or smth…. currently laying in bed fighting for my life with a heating pad on me rn…
he’d be one of those mfs who finds out orgasms can help w period pain and he will not leave you alone after that. he’d find you groaning in pain one day w a hot pack to your stomach and would jump into action. when he makes his suggestion you approve, wanting to try anything to help yourself feel better at this point.
he’d run to get a towel to put under you, letting you keep the heating pad on your stomach while he works you. his nimble fingers would be stroking inside of you while he sucks on your clit, scissoring you open to slide his tongue into your cunt as well. when you look down to see a mix of your slick and blood on his face you feel like you might explode. kirk is having the time of his life, dedicated to making you feel better. he moans into your pussy, pumping his fingers faster and looking up at you with those big brown eyes of his, coaxing you into your first orgasm of many<333
i’ll finish this up later but i really am not feeling well. i’m sorry </3
crawling out of august covered in blood
very aggressive reminder that if you are under 18, do not follow me. do not interact with me. do not look at me.
thank you.
understandable. i support that tbh
god the urge to post my tits on tumblr for a laugh
where is this coming from
god the urge to post my tits on tumblr for a laugh
How'd you get those tits?
witch craft
How do you navigate being a fan of axl while there being loads of examples of him being a terrible person? Or is it a case of loving guns n roses music and the aesthetic but separating the person from the music?
I saw that he’d apparently raped a 15 year old girl and that was - disturbing to say the least to see :// idk, like nobody’s perfect and all that but I mean, cmon
Anyways just curious lol :)
thank you for asking this!! i kinda had an explanation of my feelings towards axl in my drafts but i thought i'd answer this instead.
axl is a very complicated person in my opinion. there are things he's said/done i don't condone but i think that's part of loving him. you have to be able to identify his flaws. it is certainly not just a case of "he's the worst person in rock n roll" but it's also not "he's an angel who can do no wrong" either.
he's an extremely flawed person who's made some bad decisions that have led to a bad reputation. however, he does express a lot of regret through music. he doesn't get enough credit as a songwriter because i feel a lot of people just reduce him to a corporate sell-out who runs around and screams on stage. but if you take songs like coma (i think coma is a perfect example of axl's remorse) and breakdown and even perhaps, the lyrics plainly and clearly give you an insight into axl's real feelings. they don't even need to be overanalysed. if you have any comprehension skills it's very easy (at least for me) to feel sympathy for him.
a few examples:
"When I look around an' everybody always brings me down Well, is it them or me? Well, I just can't see but there ain't no peace to found" - breakdown
"I've come to know the cold, I think of it as home When there ain't enough of me to go around, I'd rather be left alone" - breakdown
Now, I feel as if I'm floating away I can't feel all the pressure, and I like it this way - coma
Please understand me - coma
No one's going to bother me anymore No one's going to mess with my head no more - coma
But who am I to tell you that I've seen any reason why you should stay? Maybe we'd be better off without you, anyway - coma
An' all this crass communication that has left you in the cold - coma
Hey, my sense of rejection Hey, hey Is no excuse for my behaviour, hey - perhaps
I've been so upset Harboring this hate for days - perhaps
a lot of the time i also use this as an example.
fairly self-explanatory...
i won't get into the psychology of axls behaviour or his mental disorders but his bipolar is a huge factor regarding his actions. i don't expect everyone to feel sorry for him or be patient with him because that is certainly not going to be the case and there are valid reasons why people don't like him: one in a million, his continuous lateness to shows, his unpredictability and his general assholery. but for me, he's an extremely relatable character who i look up to.
he's human and that's what draws me to him.
in regards to the claims made against him, i am well aware. admittedly, i also found it disturbing but upon doing my own research, i am not fully convinced. slash spoke about it in his book, from which i quote, verbatim: "The truth was, Axl had definitely had sex with the girl, but it had been consensual and no one had raped her. For my part I hadn't even touched her!" young groupies were, unfortunately, common and i do not condone that at all. it is one of the things about rock n roll as a whole, not just axl, that i find disgusting. people romanticise the groupie lifestyle when it was rife with underage girls and power imbalances. there is nothing i can do or say to fix that fact or defend it.
i personally cannot comment on his past relationships with erin/stephanie. i've never really concerned myself with that but i know the basics. however, i don't want to say that the abuse was mutual or that they were both as bad as each other because i have a lack of knowledge on the subject. i don't like to think that it was all axls doing but none of us were there. none of us know what actually happened and i don't have a whole lot more to say on the subject. yes, axl was never nice to women and that's another thing that i don't condone. but again, a lot of women in the scene were not treated with the respect they deserved. a lot of axls actions towards women can be transferred to multiple other men. that is not a defense, merely an observation.
i don't want to separate axl from guns - i don't think that's fair. if there's anything axl has done well in his life, it is his music. he was notoriously a perfectionist and it worked out in his favour music-wise. i believe he deserves all the credit for what he's achieved, despite everything else. he as a person and the music he created has helped me and many other people. it's a line so many people use but it's truthful: i would not be here without axl. not to get too personal, but if there's anyone i want to thank for saving me, it would be him.
i find him and his struggles extremely relatable, the environment he grew up in relatable, i actually even find his rage relatable. and i don't think anyone fully understands him, i don't think he understands himself half the time (maybe he does now but he certainly did not) but i think being able to relate to him on some level helps you sympathise more with him.
i do not expect everyone to like him. quite frankly, axl is someone that i feel a lot of people don't want to like because of how he's presented and i certainly don't expect them to take the time to find out any different. but i do know, that a lot of people who truly love him do not blindly follow. they understand there have been things he's done that were wrong. but, i see him as a person now, i see how far he's come and i don't think it's fair to reduce him to his past.
he may not be a saint but he is real. he's a real human being who's fucked up more than once because of factors he could and couldn't control. it's very difficult to love axl, but when you do you really get deep in it. there's no going back. i loved him when i was an impressionable thirteen-year-old and i continue to love him seven years later.
to conclude, axl is difficult. not everyone has to like him but i do and i don't believe that's going to change. he's doing very well now and i think people should focus more on that than things he's done previously.
HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT
i. need. axl. rose. so. bad. HELP.
Girls turn 14, and slowly start morphing into one of the bitches.
Vampire sub gf 🤝 Masochist dom bf that loves neck kisses & bites
i took this picture
found the most insane photo of slash thought I would share
i want to feel james' tummy smacking against my back as he fucks me incredibly hard while choking me. i want him in the filthiest sloppiest most gross and psychologically concerning way possible.
Me to anon me to
but like I said in the past I love and I mean LOVE chubby James I don’t know why I just do and the thought of this did something to me
you feel almost all of him his tummy smacking your back every time he delivers a hard thrust and how you can feel his hard cock deep inside you and the hand rapped around the back of your neck almost rapping around it completely and his breath fanning over your ear.
The sex is sloppy you could feel your own cum on your thighs and it was definitely making a mess to James’s lower abdomen and his balls lmao balls. You were nearing you second orgasm and warning James “James, baby I’m gunna cum” he’s now thrusting harder into you and he’s close to finishing as well “cum baby, cum on my fat cock”. Him saying that made you squirt all over the sheets below you and wine at how deep he is in your pussy
I did not expect it to be this long
blood kink goes brrrr
his favorite taste
Pairing: Vampire!Bf!Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Summary: Eddie tastes you for the first time.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, dry humping, blood, blood consumption, vampires, cum in pants(?) (lmk if I forgot anything)
WC: 3.7k
A/N: I’m going based on TVD vampires so Eddie has blood and a beating heart as long as he replenishes it with human blood. Also, I think I got possessed while writing this idek if its coherent
You’re lying in bed facing Eddie, admiring his face, how much he still looks the same. Even though he isn't.
It’s been about a month since Eddie came back, different. He’s a vampire… when you boil it down. He just doesn’t like the term, he thinks it’s silly. In the month he’s been back he has explained everything to you, what happened to him, his new urges and needs. You know he goes out once a week to feed, he never told you when and he never lets you see his fangs but you’ve memorized his patterns. The only day he’s always too busy to come over is Sunday.
It’s Saturday and Eddie is lying in your bed. You're high. He still rolls for you, despite now being immune to the effects. He likes to watch you smoke, watch you get sluggish, sweet, soft, and sensitive for him. He’s watching you as you admire his face, as you bring your hand up to trace over his cheek, down his jawline, and to his lips.
You’re motions are mindless, you’re barely aware that you’re doing them. You imagine what his fangs look like as your fingers trace the outline of his lips. Your thumb comes to press into his inner lip when his breathing picks up.
He’s more sensitive. He forgot to mention that to you. His senses are heightened and amplified by one another. He is hyper-aware of your warm fingers against his cold lips. He even gets a whiff of the blood that's rushing underneath. His breathing kicks up for a moment, trying to fill his lungs with the scent before he stops his breath short. His fangs are trying to push their way through his gums, his instincts shouting at him to sink his teeth into your soft, plush thumb. He knows you’d taste so sweet, he could probably get a nice buzz going too, with how much weed is in your system. He squeezes his eyes shut as he wills his fangs to stay in place, pretending like he can’t already feel them pressing against his top lip.
His lips start to tremble against your fingers and confusion crosses your face. Then you feel his fangs press against his lip, pushing it into your finger. You gasp softly and push your thumb up into his mouth to press your thumb against his fangs. You’re excited, your curiosity causing you to move before you think.
He can feel your fingers on his fangs. He feels the ridges of your fingerprint sliding over the smooth bone. It shoots like lightning through him sending the little bit of blood he has left to his cock. His eyes are pressed shut as he tries not to move a muscle.
You aren’t considering Eddie at all. This isn't about him. It’s about you exploring his new features. They’re longer than you expected, white and glossy with his spit. You smile as you run your fingers from the bottom of his front teeth, across to press against the point of his fangs.
You don't think about how sharp his fangs must be.
He punctures your thumb immediately, red blood pooling on the surface.
It drips into his mouth and his eyes snap open. He grips your hand roughly, pressing your wrist against his face to hold your thumb where it is while he sucks all the blood he can from the wound. He can’t think. He can’t think about how he might be hurting you, how he shouldn’t be drinking you up like this. He can only think about your taste.
You watch his eyes shut tightly as he moans against your thumb. His lips are wrapped around you firmly as he sucks as hard as he can. You watch him gain color, his lips becoming pink again, he whimpers out something that sounds like a sob before pulling your hand away from his face, and shoving it back down against your stomach. The way he forces you, the way his hand spreads over your stomach past your wrist, has you dampening your panties.
Eddie’s eyes are still closed as he tries to calm down. He’s hungry, and he knows that you’re more than willing to feed him. He opens his eyes slowly to find you staring right at his lips. He goes to lick them subconsciously but a moan slips out when he’s met with more of your blood. It has your eyes snapping to his.
He looks into your eyes trying to decipher how you’re feeling, if you’re scared of him. He watches you bite your lip and smile softly at him before asking an innocent question. “Do I taste good, Eddie?”
He knows it’s a genuine question but he also knows that you hoped it would do something to him. His fangs peek out from under his lips when he gasps before he buries his face in your pillows and groans. You’re giggling at him and yourself, the weed still coursing through your system. You bury your face in the pillow you’re on to try and silence your laugh, Eddie, and feel it. He can hear your laugh right next to his ear while he’s mulling over what you said. It has him hard and grinding his hips gently into your bed, wishing he had put on some boxers.
You lift your head to look at his curls. You stroke them gently and he groans into your pillow again before turning over to see you, his fangs hidden away once more. You’re still smiling at him with all your sweetness and it makes his heart skip a beat. “Why’re you asking me things like that baby?”
Heat rises to your face and your features turn embarrassed. This piques Eddie’s interest. He sits up in your bed, waiting for you to answer his question. You look at your bedsheets, twisting them under your fingers while you consider how to answer him. In the end, you choose; honestly.
“I just… Okay so obviously I don’t know what blood tastes like. I don’t know if different blood has different flavors to you or if maybe the flavors are based on blood type?” Eddie has confusion resting on his face as he wonders if your answer leads anywhere. He’s nodding at you nonetheless, not wanting you to get insecure about what you’re saying. He likes this when you’re high enough that you’re not making a lot of sense to him but making perfect sense to yourself. You’re so cute like this, looser. Your secrets tend to spill out this way.
“Do you know what I mean? I just-” You huff out, frustrated and unable to explain yourself. He is so in love. He’s trying to hold back a smile at the pout that’s settled on your lips. “It’s okay baby. Just think about what you wanna say.”
Eddie holds your hand, his thumb stroking over it while he watches your eyebrows press together in deep thought before you start speaking again. “I just don’t understand why you don’t just feed off me..." His thumb halts its movements and you start to shrink into yourself.
Eddie is breathing deeply while considering your question. His thumb starts moving again, releasing a breath of relief from you. He knows that you think about it. He can hear your heart speed up every time he goes near your neck, even when he’s kissing your hands. He’s even thought about it. He thinks about it all the time. He knows you taste good. He wants to have your blood pouring into his mouth every time he sees you.
Unfortunately, he has zero trust in himself. Every time he thinks about tasting you, his amount of excitement stops him. He doesn’t trust that he has the amount of restraint he would need to exert to stop, he is terrified that he’ll suck you dry.
“I’m a little dangerous, baby. I’m stronger than you remember? You- you wouldn’t be able to push me off”
The heat that rushes to your core surprises you a bit.
Eddie can hear your heart speed up and it hurts, the split second that he assumes you’re scared of him feels like a lifetime. Then he feels you trying to push your way into his lap, and lets you. You place yourself on top of his thighs lightly before scooting up to sit your core directly above his. You sigh softly when Eddie’s boner presses into you perfectly. Your arms wrap around his waist before you look back up at him.
“I think I’d really like it.” Your words are starting to slur, it's late, and you’re high and unbelievably turned on. “You sucking my blood, I mean. I think it would feel really good, Eddie.” He’s twitching insanely from the confines of his pajama pants. He cannot believe the words coming out of your mouth. You won’t look at him, like you’re embarrassed by what you’re confessing like you don’t know what it's doing to him. You’re idly twisting your fingers into the fabric of his wife beater, your hips moving against him subconsciously. His hand comes you tilt your chin up so that you’re looking at him. The love, innocence, and arousal in your eyes take his breath away.
“I think you might. Uh, but-” He can’t focus. You're looking up at him with such admiration. You want him to drink you up so badly he can’t handle it. “Um. I- if we do,”
Your eyes widen and you press yourself against him harder, leaning into him, your chest pressing against his which is rumbling in laughter right now. “I said if, sweetheart. If we do, I cannot have your neck, that’s… It’ll be too much for me, all that blood flow..” He trails off as his gaze concentrates on the junction of your neck. He takes a steadying breath before tearing himself away, refocusing. “It’s just too easy for me to.. drain you from there.” He rushes the last part out, embarrassed at his lack of restraint.
You’re looking into his eyes as he speaks and looks back into yours. You’re trying to get your brain to work, to focus on more than the way Eddie is pressing into your core, the way his breath is hitting your face as he speaks, and the way he’s looking at you. You can see the ghost of a smile on his lips as he watches you try and rally the few stray thoughts you have left in your head. You focus as much as you can and offer him your only idea. “My wrist?”
He thinks about it for a moment before shaking his head at you, hurting your little heart in the process. “Still a vein baby, too much flow.” His sentences shorten as he gets dragged into your pool of yearning. An idea finally dawns on him. He twitches in his pants at the thought of actually being able to consume you. “Your hand- I can- It’ll run dry on its own”
You started nodding before he could even finish his sentence, your hand right in front of his face by the time it ended. He can feel the warmth coming off you. His gaze cautiously shifts from your eyes to your shaky hand. He can smell the blood underneath and his mouth is watering at the prospect of sinking his teeth into it. He pulls your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss against your palm before wrapping his hand around your wrist.
You wait, buzzing in his lap, for him to put his mouth on you. Your hand rests over his mouth gently, your thumb on his chin and your elbow hovering over his shoulder. Eddie’s eyes are closed lightly as you hear him inhale the scent emitting from your palm. His lips press against your palm as you feel his fangs slide out underneath them. His eyebrows are curved inward as he looks back into your eyes, he’s scared.
You bring your other hand over the side of his face, stroking along his jawline before coming behind his head to gently push his mouth against your hand. You watch him closely, looking into his eyes to watch for refusal. His eyes stay on yours as his trembling lips part for the meat at the base of your thumb. You press your hand into his mouth and Eddie whimpers against it before sinking his teeth in.
Pain shoots up your arm, tingling between your legs. Eddie’s eyes roll so far into his head that you see all white before his eyelids shut. He’s loud, groaning at your taste and moaning when his hips rock into yours. You watch him drink you up, he’s so messy, blood is all over his lips, smearing on the side of his mouth. You’re still stroking his hair as he devours you. You can feel your blood rushing like it’s all trying to get into Eddie. Your hips won’t stop moving against his as they buck into you.
He drinks all the blood that flows out of your wound and removes his teeth. A moan shoots out of your mouth when you see your blood all over his lips, all over his teeth, his fangs. He smiles down at where you’ve dropped your head against his shoulder and starts licking around his bite. He’s still looking at you as he does it, watching the way your eyelids flutter as you look up at him, so lovingly for someone who just bit you.
His gaze leaves you only when he stops getting blood from your wound, he wraps his lips around it delicately and sucks to get more. You feel his shoulders drop a bit in disappointment when nothing comes out. You drop that hand to his opposite shoulder from the one you’re on, and it comes behind to cradle his neck before pulling him in for a kiss that he rejects.
You sit up and look at him, upset, hazy, and confused. You’re met with his wild eyes and mildly apologetic face. “I still have your blood on my face baby.” He’s speaking in a hushed whisper as though the sentence were some revelation. “It’s my blood, Eddie.” You respond with an incredulous giggle, your arms tightening around him before attempting to kiss him again. Only for him to pull away, again. “Yeah but my- my fangs are still out and I’m- and it’s dangerous”
You clock the unfinished sentence regardless of his attempt to cover it up. You analyze his face, trying to figure out what he was going to say but to no avail. “You’re what Eddie?” Your tone is accusatory and he notices, his eyes leaving yours the moment you voice the question. You mull over his sentence again, “Dangerous?”
He turns his head away and you watch as his tongue nervously darts out to lick his lips, his eyelids flutter gently before his iris shoots to the corner of his eye, checking to see if you noticed. That’s when it clicks.
He’s still hungry.
As you think about it, of course he is. You don’t know how much he drinks from other people. You know that he’s holding back, that he’s scared, of course he wouldn't drink his fill. You’re still lost in thought when Eddie turns back to look at you, he waits for you to look up at him but you never do. “Can we just drop it?”
You look up at him with a smile that baffles him. You come up to kiss him on his cheek as he watches you expectantly, waiting for you to explain yourself.
“Your needs matter Eddie, you can’t keep them from me. I need to know what you need for me to give it to you and it’s so much easier if you tell me up front.” You bring your unwounded hand to his face and slide your thumb across his lips, gathering the smeared blood as best you can before pushing it into his mouth. He’s stock still as you press your thumb against his tongue, his only movement is his lips closing to suck up every drop. You hold his eye contact as you pull your thumb from his mouth and press your palm to his mouth. “I know you want more Eddie”
His eyes water as his lips begin to tremble against you once again. You bite into your lip when you feel Eddie harden up underneath you again, pressing up against your clit this time due to the way you’re angled toward him. His eyelids flutter when his clothed tip pushes up into your plush lips.
He keeps looking into your eyes as you press his head to your hand, as you did before. He’s holding back whimpers as he sinks his fangs into the soft skin of your hand. He feels your skin push, break, and slide against him. He can feel the gushing of your blood as it pushes through the puncture he’s made in your skin, he can feel the warmth as it surrounds his teeth, spilling into his mouth.
Eddie starts thrusting up into you like he can’t help it, his hands are on your lower back and hip, pressing you against him just the way he wants it. His eyes are on you as he continues to drink his fill, he’s tracking you’re reaction, the way your hips speed up when he presses his teeth harder into your wound.
He feels it, he’s getting high off your blood. His body getting more and more sensitive the longer he drinks you up.
You can feel your pussy leak into his pants, getting his cock wet with it when he twitches up into you. Your eyes slip shut as you begin to grind against him with purpose, feeling something starting to tighten in your stomach. You watch Eddie as he drinks down all the blood he can, moaning into your hand while looking right into your eyes. You hold his contact as you feel your climax build. Eddie can feel your muscles contracting over his cock and it has him spilling pre-cum through his pants and smearing on you. His lips finally part from your hand and he’s immediately kissing you.
You can taste copper on his lips, in his mouth as he moans into yours. He’s brought one hand up to push your face into his while he keeps the other on your lower back, guiding you against him. He’s pressing his face into your neck, inhaling your scent greedily. “Oh fuck. Thank you so much, baby. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
You moan lewdly into his ear while he expresses his gratitude, his hips thrusting up into your pussy like he’s fucking you. “Eddie,” You drag his name out into a whine in a way that has his hips stuttering against you and him moaning out into your neck. “Holy shit- Eddie I’m so close- fuck.”
He’s in his own world, grunting into you gruffly, his whole body tense as he chases his high. You can feel his mouth open in a silent moan before he’s shaking and cumming against you, his face still buried in your neck, eyes shut tight. He keeps pulling you over his cock as it pulses, he doesn’t have any rhythm but you just want him to feel good. You’re so close, right there, but you can’t get over the edge, and Eddie is going to be out of commission for the night. You almost accept your fate, that you’ll have to take one for the team but then you feel them. His fangs shoot out as he releases one last howling moan and goes limp on you.
You feel his fangs scrape over the skin of your neck, ever so slightly but it sets your whole body alight. Pleasure shoots up your spine, straightening your spine before you’re gripping Eddie with all the strength in your body. He moans and his hand comes around to toy with your clit. His mouth opens and filth come out.
“Such a good girl for me, baby. Letting me drink you all up, got you all messy in your panties in the process huh?”
He circles your clit once.
“Fuck you tasted so good too, like sipping on fucking juice, sweetheart. F- felt like I was gonna cum from the moment I could taste it.”
He presses his thumb against your clit, hard.
“You’ll let me do it again right? Your blood is my new favorite taste- shit, I might be addicted to you already, baby.”
You’re gushing. Your whole body is trembling in Eddie’s hold from the force of your orgasm. You slam your eyes shut as you moan around the syllables of his name. Your hips shove themselves against Eddie’s fingers and you whine for him while soaking your underwear.
Everything is fuzzy when you open your eyes again, you can hear Eddie cooing at you in your ear, he’s stroking his hand over the expanse of your back as the other one grips the back of your neck, holding you to him. You feel a rush of air and you’re sitting on the kitchen counter.
“Gotta stay hydrated, baby you uh, you lost a lot of blood.” He chuckles to himself nervously before grabbing the cup of water and holding it out for you. Your arms don’t attempt to move from where they’re wrapped around his neck, he’s so warm and you’re sure that glass is cold so what’s the point. You’re just staring at him with you’re adorable fucked out expression, he smiles fondly before holding the cup up to your lips for you. You take a few sips, drinking about a quarter of the cup before pulling away to collapse into Eddie. He whispers “Good job, baby.” before placing a kiss on your forehead.
Another rush of air and you’re back in bed, your head on Eddie’s chest with the blankets pulled up to your neck. You try to hide your smile as you realize this is the most of Eddie’s vampire side that he’s ever showed you.
“What are you thinking about? Can hear your heart racing.”
“Just about how much I love you.” You respond with a delirious giggle. “Every part”
You hear Eddie take a breath before he pulls you fully on top of him and kisses you stronger than he has in the past month. “I promise that I love you more, baby”
You drift to sleep as Eddie watches, all night.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading!! Please please please give any feedback you may have! I want it all!
You wanna know what’s crazy? Me. So stop playing
If I say all the obscene things that go through my head when I see axl being a hot whore on this tour I would be banned from tumblr
I just need to be fucked by this man
that's all I wanted 😭
i wanna lick him.
(☆▽☆)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Duff & one of his pups
just SHUT UUUUOPPPPPPP AND PUNCH ME ALRQDYYY kiss my bloody mouth and take care of me after you fuck my BRAINS OUT YOU IDIIIPTTT
Don't bully me I'll cum but also don't praise me because I will also cum-
me with axl (╥﹏╥)
i have convinced myself that i know james hetfield personally. i have convinced myself that he talks about me in interviews. i am convinced that i am next to him in every photo of him ever.
i'm also convinced i'm sane.
this is so real T-T
i am not saying that carrie underwood doesn't deserve to tour with gnr. i am not saying she isn't talented. but, i will be actively avoiding any photos i see of her and axl otherwise you will find me rolling around on the floor and seething with jealousy.
