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rinja-espurr · 7 months

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I have no memory of whether or not you reblogged the halloween ask game post but1. If you did, Trick Or Treat 👻 and 2. if you didnt. You should talk about TADC stuff it would be cool

I think i didnt but I DID want to reblog it I just. forgor im also a bit late its already november 1st in my timezone but HEY WHY NOT ANYWAYS youre getting various random TADC stuff AS a treat because I love talking about it and its the only thing I can think about now so i think youve seen my tadc post SOOO adding more stuff to it: i think the thing that can also mess you up there is that theres. probably no normal passage of time. pretty sure that both the moon and the sun are out at the same time (or at least most of the time?) so I imagine you have no way to tell how many days have passed. like you MAY know youve been there for a long time but also you have no idea would I still like to be here? YEAH ACTUALLY. help for me its like "stimming isnt enough i need to explode" but instead its like. "stimming isnt enough i need to be put into a (probably) inescapable colorful confusing liminal space-like place that will make you go insane in the long run". fun fact to me this also applies to the spiral's hallways (from TMA) more stuff: ive had a dream where ive almost abstracted. and i can feel ANYTHING that happens to me in my dreams even if its something impossible to feel in real life (i mean, you cant really get abstracted in real life) and in that dream it felt like youre. PHYSICALLY glitching and losing control of yourself and all of that and you cant really do anything about it and its. scary. i dont consider this dream a nightmare though because im fine with that if the dream is related to a special interest i have and even MORE stuff: i love those pieces of media that have a variety of characters similarly to this one i love to put them in memes like. text posts-like memes or those blank ones that you can put characters in like. i dont even know how to explain it maybe ill make some of those memes someday too but ive seen a few already and i love those. anyways i can think of THREE different pieces of media that fall into those and those are. TADC, pizza tower and bugbo. i love all of those. so much

#the autism took over i didnt expect to write THAT much #I KNOW ITS LATE BUT IF ANYBODY WANTS TO TRICK OR TREAT ME YALL STILL CAN!!!!#anyways oh my god this was so fun to write all of that i love talking about tadc #fun fact this has reminded me about a bunch of ask games that i should FINALLY answer too theyre so fun too #tadc #the amazing digital circus #halloween #tumblr trick or treat

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xxisxxisxxis · 4 years

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Shining Star | Part One

A/N: I know everybody's stressed right now, and I'm hoping and praying if anyone gets it, they can fight it off. Vitamin C, people. Get you some. Stay rested, keep positive and take care of yourselves. I'm hoping and praying for the best for everyone💜

Okay this is late, but I struggled with how to go about it. I decided to keep this chapter short because it mentions 3 different years and didn't wanna overload yall. The story doesn't skip around like it does in this chapter, it is necessary in the chapter, though, and you'll see what I mean. Thank you so far for the support and love, I can't wait to get into this story like I have with Gateway Drug:)

Pairing: Axl Rose x OC

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Warning(s): explicit language

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" But he fell in love with her fucked up ways

With her drunken days, yeah, he still stayed

Yeah, he fell in love with her twisted dreams

And all in between, and he'd still sing

Baby, you're a shining star

I like you just like you are

You know you'll always be my baby

Don't cry

You know you're crazy, doesn't phase me

Don't lie

'Cause baby, you're a shining star

I like you just like you are " — Bebe Rexha, Shining Star

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1988

My ankles nearly roll on each other as I step out of the venue, stumbling in my heels, my heart beat seeming to thump to the rhythm of Lindsey Buckingham's "Trouble" that I can already tell is rattling the speakers of the car I'm being herded to by security.

My sunglasses stay perched on my nose, shielding my light-sensitive eyes from the prying flashes of reporters, reaching hands that are out to get a touch of me from fans, and I zone out the yells and screams of my name and begging to give someone somewhere attention.

The car door is slammed behind me once I get inside the limo and let out a breath of relief, glancing at my company.

I don't even speak, taking my jacket off and reaching into my purse to grab the loaded syringe.

"Axl said you should let up on that stuff, Tans." Steven's slurred voice erupts in my ears, his head leaned back with his own pair of sunglasses guarding his eyes. "Nikki just died, like, two weeks ago."

"Last time, Popcorn, I promise." I lie, wrapping the chain of the crucifix I received for Christmas from my best friend, Vivian, around my arm tightly to act as an aid to let me see my stripped veins better.

I wait until we're stopped at a red light with plenty of lighting from the building's around us to help me see better.

The sting of the needle is temporary before peace consumes me, and I'm collapsing.

I nearly died that night.

It was a couple days into the New Year, and ironically enough I had promised my boyfriend that I’d get sober as a New Years resolution.

I didn’t mean it.

If I had meant it, Steven Adler wouldn’t have been attempting to keep a close friend of his alive for the second time in the last ten days.

At that point I had more money than I knew what to do with, an apartment in New Yok, a mansion in L.A., a gigantic beach house on Tybee Island, two Ferraris, a Porsche, and a Harley Davidson and I didn’t even know how the hell to drive any of it, a new boyfriend that treated me like a fucking princess and was already wanting to marry me, yet I was still so fucking unhappy.

I was ungrateful.

My addiction had nothing to do with being bored and partying to pass the time and then slipping in to something more serious.

I started on coke to lose weight after being told one-hundred and twenty-five pounds only meant I needed to lose an extra fifteen, started drinking heavily to calm myself down before every shoot, then when I started getting molested at least once a month by people in charge of me at my agency and photographers, alcohol no longer did the trick and I started on heroin and anything else that would numb the self-loathing and guilt I had for bringing all of it on to myself by being a sex symbol and never telling anyone “no.”

My issues started as a way of coping with what I did to earn money, and that’s how it ended.

1979

The dim light of the overpowering cinnamon smelling candle dances off the lilac color of my bedroom walls as my stomach nearly bursts from the amount of butterflies multiplying inside of it.

I watch the clock intently, my sweaty palms wiping at my freshly washed sheets as I examine the light purple lingerie I bought with babysitting money.

Hearing a car pull into my driveway, I peek out the window to see Vince get out, carrying a vinyl record enveloped in its skin, and I rub my lips together and give myself a small pep talk.

"Alright, Tans. You got this." I whisper, resting on my knees on the bed, waiting for him to open my door.

When he does, he sees me and looks like he's about to pass out.

"W-what's wrong?" I ask him, softly, and he blinks at me.

"You look great." He replies with a genuine smile, taking his jacket off.

"Thank you." I reply, smiling a little, tucking a blonde hair behind my ear.

"So, uh..." he nervously grins, his finger tips gliding over my thigh as he leans over me. "...Are you sure this time or not?" He asks and I look at him.

Am I, really?

We've been together a couple months and everytime we get closer and closer to homebase, I insist I'm not ready, and I can tell he's getting tired of waiting because everytime we have to stop he's rolling his eyes and getting agitated over it.

"Y-Yes." I fumble out, nodding a little.

He smirks, kissing me for a second, then another, as just as he starts unbuckling his belt, I'm stopping him.

"What is it, Tans?" He asks, the fear in his voice at the chance of me stopping him, yet again, is evident.

"I was gonna put some music on." I giggle against his lips, kissing them sweetly and relief comes off of him in heavy waves.

"Oh, yeah, go ahead." He nods, kissing my cheek.

I get up and step past him to my record player, starting up "I'll Never Love This Way Again" by Dionne Warwick.

Before I can turn back around, he's pulling me into his bare chest, pulling my hair over my shoulder, his fingers lightly brushing down my arms as his lips press into my neck.

"Let me make one slight adjustment." He whispers in my ear and I look at him over my shoulder, nodding slightly.

He's changing out the record in the player in the speed of light and suddenly "Black Dog" by Led Zepplin starts up, and he turns the volume up so it's blaring.

My face slowly falls and I realize this is not about to be like I have pictured it at all.

Our entire relationship wasn't like I pictured it.

1980

It's as if a rug has been snatched out from underneath me, the breath leaving my body, my mind racing along with my heart.

Vince has tears in his eyes, his hands encircling mine.

"I don't...I don't understand." I tell him, my heart feeling like it's going to stop.

"I don't know what else to say about it, Tans." He exhales softly. "I'm sorry, I really am, it just happened, like, I don't--"

"--How does getting another girl pregnant just happen, Vince?" I choke out, starting to cry.

"Tansy, don't...please don't cry, baby." He wipes at my tears and I recoil away from him a little bit.

"You can't sleep with someone else and then call me 'baby' like everything is okay, Vince."

"It is okay, Tansy, alright? It was just one stupid hook up, it didn't mean anything and this doesn't change--"

"--You have a kid, now, Vince! It changes everything!"

"But it doesn't have to." He stays as calm as he can. "I do love you, I really do. We can work through this."

"I can't be anybody's step-mom at sixteen." I shake my head.

He looks like he's going to cry.

Neither of us say anything for several minutes.

"So, that's it...two years...just wasted." He's obviously trying to play it cool, although he's got a hold of my hand again and refuses to let it go.

I lick my tear soaked lips and sniffle, wiping my eyes.

"They aren't wasted to me." I tell him, softly.

He sighs out, blinking quickly before clearing his throat, disguising brushing the tears from his lashes as rubbing his eye.

"Well, it was a good run, Tans." He states, covering his hurt with a smile. "I'll see you around?"

"We're breaking up, Vince. Not two friend's just saying 'see ya later'." I tell him, expecting him to give a bigger reaction.

"I'll see ya later, Tans." He says, and I realize he doesn't want this to ruin the years we were friends before lovers.

I give him a sad smile before reaching across the console of his car, hugging him.

When we pull away, I give him my best smile.

"I'll see ya later, Vince." I reply, getting out of his car for the last time, closing the door on two years of my life I'll never get back, but they were spent with my first love, so well spent they were.

I never spoke to him again, unless it was just nodding to each other in the halls at school, well...before he dropped out, that is, until the following year at one of his first shows with Mötley Crüe.

#axl rose #guns n roses #axl rose x oc #axl rose fanfic #shining star

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