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I saw this film and realised I liked dirty men, not clean little boys.

Marlon Brando in A Streetcar Named Desire, 1951 - dir. Elia Kazan

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Literally me most days

Love this song.

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There is no middle ground sorry

my first favorite hobby is yapping. second is being extremely quiet and not talking ever at all ever.

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Izzy and his ashtray lol

Guns N’ Roses

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Aerosmith rocking out with their ex drug dealer 😝😝😝🎸🎸🎸

he's so cute ♥︎

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Change comes from within. 🙏 Stop waiting around, take action and follow your dreams! 💫

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More relevant than ever.

The Human Society/Conditioning 👇

Narrated by - Alan watts

Change Starts With You 🤔

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Sophia’s an Izzy fan. A very talented one.

Love ❤️ @pinkpatiencecreepers

My latest EP "5 Minutes for Izzy" is on Spotify, Apple Music, iTunes, Amazon Music and basically just floating in the aether all around you. Link in bio! 🔗💘

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literally me with any sort of craft

Crocheting with AuDHD is alway so funny cuz autism is like: repetitive movements and doing the same thing over and over? Fuck yeah! and ADHD is like: repetitive movements and doing the same thing over and over? Fuck no!

I'm on and off going through being content and being painfully bored whenever I crochet haha

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this smut is smoking 🥵

Since you horny bitches voted for it

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Izzy stradlin.

What a beautiful man, so many ways to describe him, he is quiet, mysterious, handsome, couldn’t ask for anything better, the way he would just sit back and watch, never try to get himself into the drama or in trouble.

He was always just so, sweet, he never cared what anyone said or did, he would just sit and watch, boyfriend wise, you’d think he would be the best in the world, I wish that was the case, it’s not like he was sleeping around, it was just, he never seemed to care, but when he did care, it felt amazing.

When I tried to bring it up he would always just shoot it down, or just say “everything’s fine” “don’t worry about it”, it pissed me off so much, I just wanted him to care the way I cared about him, I fucking loved him more than anything, he was my world, that never went through his head.

He never really had anyone care about him the way I did, he never experienced this kind of love, we didn’t really expect this, we grew up in the same neighborhood as kids, when he moved to LA I didn’t follow him, after a year or two, I did come and visit, since we were the best of friends, and when I visited we got drunk and slept together, I don’t remember much from that night, but fuck I knew it started out love.

That’s all that mattered.

I’ll be dead wrong before say I’m going to give up on him.

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“hey love, can you grab my pack please.” Izzy spoke from the other side of the couch, it was late at night, I’ve been lost in my thoughts thinking of ways to ask him if he ever cared about this relationship, if he ever gave a shit about me, I just needed reassurance. I need to hear him say it.

His voice snapped me out of my haze, nodding my head with a hum, grabbing it from the kitchen counter, and tossing them towards him and walking back to my side of the couch.

“Izzy..” I spoke in a low shy tone, I didn’t know how I was going to word this, or I how I wanted to at least, “yeah?” Izzy hummed looking up at me, lighting up his cigarette, “do you fucking care about me.” Those words slipped out of my mouth way too easily and quickly, I had no clue what to say besides that. I tried to think of something better but it was so difficult.

“What the hell are you talking about.” Izzy spoke in a cold tone, barely acknowledging the situation, having his arms crossed. “Izzy can you pretend you’re in this conversation for two fucking minutes!” I shouted at him, I’m done with his bullshit.

Everything he says is utter bullshit, everything he does is utter bullshit and I’m fucking done with it.

“I am but I don’t understand why you are having a random fucking freak out.” Izzy spoke more intentively this time, feels like he was actually putting emotion into our conversation, his eyes were actually on me and not the wall.

“Tell me that you love me. That you actually give a flying fuck about me.” I spat those words into his face, I felt so many emotions in my chest building up, feeling like I was either going to cry and scream I couldn’t tell, I felt shaky.

“I fucking love you more than anything..” Izzy breathed out, almost inaudible, he looked so sincere so genuine.. “want me to fucking prove it?” He stood up walking straight up to me, looking down at me while I sat on the living room couch.

I had no words, I didn’t have to have any, he immediately grabbed my face and slammed his lips into mine, I stood up with him, wrapping my arms around his neck, his lips were locked onto mine, exploring every inch of my mouth, his hands lost in my hair, our torsos touching.

“I’m going to fucking show you what I haven’t been showing you..” he hummed into my mouth, before grabbing me and throwing me over his shoulder, my legs kicked around for a few seconds before a slap was laid on my ass. Making me stop right away.

When he reached the bedroom, he slammed me onto our bed, immediately getting on top of me, kissing my lips once again, making little whimpers leave my lips, making him groan, he pressed his hard throbbing cock on my thigh, making my core twitch.

“Izzy please.” I moaned softly, he smirked against my lips, as he started to go down my neck and chest, taking my tank top straps down softly, exposing my bare breasts, since we were home I didn’t have a bra on, this made Izzy’s eyes light up.

“So pretty.” Izzy’s hummed as he took of my breasts into his mouth, sucking on my nipple softly, making soft whimpers and whines leave my mouth, his hands went along my sides tracing little circles.

“I love you y/n, you’re gonna know that when I’m done with you.” With that stamens from Izzy, he striped my little black shorts, revealing my black Lacey panties, those were quickly taken off.

Having the cold air hitting my heat made me shiver slightly, but so fucking turned on, before I could say something to Izzy, his fingers traced my clit with so precious, making moans flood out of my mouth so quickly.

“How does that feel hun?” He spoke in his softer tone, as his middle finger teased my needy fluttering hole, I just wanted him, all of him. “Izzy please i need you.” I looked up at him with pleading eyes, his smirked, immediately getting my plead, taking his sweats off with one easy motion, which was oddly so sexy.

Once he exposed his cock to me like he has a million times, it get better every fucking time, he stroking his throbbing swollen cock a few times before rubbing himself on my clit, mixing out pre cum together, making groans and moans leave both of our mouths.

I breathed out as I felt him slide in so perfectly, making my eyes roll back, my hands immediately reached out for Izzy’s hair, he knew I was going to, only reason why he put his head close to me, as he started moving more moans pooled out of me.

“So fucking wet.” Izzy groaned, as his eyes got more heavy, he was so lost into the pleasure, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t aswell, “I fucking love you and you better never question it again…” Izzy panted into my ear, his hand going to my throat wrapping his slender fingers around neck. “Understand?”

His words were so demanding so fucking hot.

“Y-yes I-i do.” I moaned out, nodding my head with my answer, as he picked up the pace while he impaled me with his member.

“Good. So fucking good.” Izzy moaned into my ear, releasing from my neck and grabbing my waist pounding into me harder than before, making my scream in pleasure which only fueled Izzy’s love making.

“Come on cum for me darlin.” Izzy groaned slightly, bringing a hand down to my clit, rubbing at it a good pace making my thighs shiver, and my gasps could be heard miles away, but like Izzy’s words I did what he said, with a few more thrusts I came undone beneath him. He gave me a smile as he saw me under him, his little mess.

“I love you doll face.”

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Good question 😂

@lagunz

@hatchetdollie

What I should be doing right now 😏💕

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‘Izzy played guitar…” 🎸

Izzy during Guns N' Roses live at Deer Creek - Noblesville, Indiana (May 29, 1991)

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Chris Cornell

July 20, 1964 - May 18, 2017

What an incredible talent and a total sweetheart (and babe 🔥)

This man could have groupied his way around America and later the world through his Soundgarden days, but he was a loyal one woman guy by all accounts.

He wasn’t a guy who fed off rivalry and egos, instead Chris championed and supported his musical peers.

Temple of the Dog is an example of his attitude to music as he celebrated the life of a friend and fellow artist.

He burned with energy and feeling.

He burned through his writing and performances, and connected with many who, like him, struggled with the effects of a difficult childhood and substance use.

With one of the most powerful voices in music, ever. Raw and beautiful.

Rest In Power Chris.

‘No-one sings like you anymore…’

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He’s so elvis

paul mccartney (get back sessions, rooftop concert, 1969)

top two gifs from pinterest, i used capcut and ezgif to make it into one

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he’s there somewhere

😂😝

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Love this. I need to start meditating again.

Hey. Your brain needs to de-frag. Literally it needs you to sit there and space out.

If you want your memory or executive function to improve, stare out a window at the skyline or sidewalk or trees or birds on the electrical wires for like 20+ minutes per day. (With no other stimulation like a podcast or TV if you can manage but hey baby steps innit). If you're fortunate enough to have safe outside with any bits of nature, go stare closely at a 1 meter square of grass and trip out on the bugs and shapes of grasses and stuff.

Literally this will make you smarter. Our brains HAVE TO HAVE this zone out time to do important stuff behind the scenes. This does not happen during sleep, it's something else.

That weird pressurized feeling you get sometimes might be your brain on no defrag.

Give your brain a Daily Dose Of De-Frag.

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Good observations.

I suspect Izzy shared with Axl some daddy/mommy issues. He went through a lot when his family in his childhood split and his Dad moved to Florida and started a new family.

Kids like him in the 70s were rare and the term ‘broken homes’ carried some stigma.

He also was raised in a repressive small town. Not very conducive to a non conforming type.

He was more motivated to kick all the drugs and alcohol from threat of JAIL than death. He said that in an interview. Dude hates being under the control of others.

I also think the need for predictable certainty and being captain of his own ship is a neurodivergent trait.

from some sources i have gathered on izzy, i can recognise that izzy does not like when things don't go his way. it sends him panicking and not in a narcissistic way but in a way that he likes to have everything in his control and he wants to know what's happening at all times wether it's with their (guns n' roses) finances or a placement on the charts.

if izzy looses control of other people, for example when axl would kick off it would only send izzy silently spiralling because he couldn't control the consequences that axl kept on digging up. upon loosing control, izzy eventually got so fucked up and tying to his airport arrest, he felt the need to escape from everything he couldn't control

On writing and rehearsing for Use Your Illusion: Axl did finally show up in Chicago. It was a little too late. He got there, got into a fight with a girl he had befriended, and trashed the place where we were living. That happened the day Izzy showed up.

Already nervous because of his court-mandated sobriety, Izzy came upstairs, took one look at all the damage Axl had just wrought (not to mention the various powders all over the place), and hightailed it the fuck out of there. He would still send riffs and ideas for Use Your Illusion and didn't officially quit until 1991, but his day-to-day involvement with the band pretty much died that day.

[Duff's autobiography, "It's So Easy", 2011, p. 153]

Now I know that bolting is Izzy's defense mechanism when he thinks things aren't quite right: he never makes a show of it, he just slips out and won't look back.

Izzy always maintained an aura of cool; he was never ruffled, he never let his guard down. But when I asked him about Axl firing Chris Weber from Hollywood Rose without talking to him about it, he leveled a deathly serious gaze at me, so I had no doubt that he was sincere. "It's pretty fucking simple," he said. "I just don't like being dictated to under any circumstances."

[Bozza, Anthony, & Slash (2007)]

dictate

verb

past tense: dictated;

/dɪkˈteɪt/

1.

to be stated or ordered authoritatively.

the short answer: izzy doesn't like authority