#ask-mick-and-jim

[sacr3d-joeyxx]

Literally how that Reddit ask me anything is going to go, since Clown was alive when they wrote the Bible. With his old ass

Here it is.

[genderlesspersonx]

Idk if you're talking asks on this but how would catknot behave while at the groomers

https://youtube.com/shorts/eMLTUDDFBNQ?si=iLKKeGnRhoBb-GLp <- video for reference

very funny ask actually. Thanks for the idea!

(long post ahead)

Sid would go absolutely fucking nuts. He'll run and jump around in the room before he even gets groomed. If you manage to catch him he'll yap non stop and tries to escape all the time. AND KEEP THE SHAMPOO BOTTLES AWAY FROM HIM HE'LL KNOCK EM OVER AND EAT THE SHAMPOO!!! He'll also bite and chew on anything edible or not. If you wanna get him completely clean you should probably not have short temper and you'll need to drug him (if you manage to catch him). Maybe he also escapes somehow and just not get cleaned lol. He's not scared of getting groomed he just likes to be a menace and all the loud sounds make him go crazy. The room will also look like someone dropped a bomb in there.

joey would be pretty calm but definitely pissed. He'll give some warnings with hissing and growling if he doesn't like something. He does enjoy the bathing part because he loves being scratched with the sponges and likes water dripping on him. He just absolutely HATES the air dryer. It's very loud and because of that the wind also scares him. You'll have to put him on a leash after the bath so he doesn't go hide under a shelf or run away. But as long as you have treats to distract him he will stay a bit more calm but will definitely stay pissed.

Paul actually likes getting groomed. He's calm af and he'll just be given treats for nice behavior and not to keep him distracted. The only thing he doesn't really like is getting fur on his paws trimmed and getting his paws clipped also makes him feel a bit uncomfy. But if you keep petting him during this part he'll stay pretty calm. He may meow a bit during the air drying part but definitely doesn't hate it as much as joey.

Chris doesn't really care about getting groomed tbh. He'll let you do what you need to do but only as long as there's treats! if you don't have treats he'll hide somewhere until you get him his treats. He may yap a little during the washing part but he's generally ok with anything. Even claw clipping.

Jim LOVES getting groomed. He likes getting himself cleaned after getting dirty outside. He especially loves the washing part. He'll even swim in the bathtub. The only thing he doesn't like is getting out of the bathtub. He will chase after the air dryer so it's a litte hard to get his fur dry. Sometimes you'll have to put him on a leash so he can't chase after the air dryer that much. He'll meow a lot but not because he hates something it's because he WANTS something. He'll point at the brushes and sponges and meow at you. Sometimes he tries to steal the sponges and lays them into his carrier (that's why there are a lot of sponges under the sofa, bed, fridge, etc.).

Craig...well. he just kinda stits there and let's you do the cleaning. He does look pissed tho. He won't meow or give warning signs like growling if he doesn't like something, he'll just straight up bite and scratch you. Maybe he'll hiss but only if he absolutely hates something. Trimming his fur is the hardest part because he'll try to bite you at any chance he gets.

Shawn switches from being an absolute menace to being a sweetheart every few minutes. One minute he'll bite, scratch, meow and jump around and the next minute he wants you to pet him and lick his hand. The only way to prevent these mood swings is by treats. But only a specific brand of treats. If it's not the right brand of cat food he won't cooperate. You'll especially need treats if you want to trim his fur on his paws.

Mick absolutely HATES getting wet. He does absolutely not like getting washed. Due to his very long and fluffy fur it feels very uncomfortable for him to get wet and takes some time to get him dry. Because of that he also hates the air drying part. He'll also do anything to prevent getting his claws clipped. He'll even climb up to the ceiling. Keeping him calm also doesn't always work with treats. Sometimes you'll just skip claw clipping because he will make it VERY clear that he doesn't like it. But if he's really in the need to get is claws clipped you'll eventually have to drug him eventually because he's a really big cat and has very sharp claws. and it's sometimes hard to catch him without getting hurt.

Corey will climb on anything to prevent getting groomed. Walls, shelves, curtains, etc. he'll also start yapping like sid but VERY loud. His meows also sound like screaming a lot of the time. You can keep him somewhat distracted from getting cleaned when you give him something to chew on like a chew toy or a piece of cardboard because he absolutely LOVES chewing and scratching on cardboard. but he'll get bored after sometime and start trying to escape again. He'll still be pissed after getting groomed unless you got a piece of cheese for him as a treat. He loves cheese.

(sorry if there's any typos I'm a litte too fast with typing on phone 😭)

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

SLIPKNOT IN A FANTASY KINGDOM AU

SID WILSON - Jester

I mean... Let's get real. This guy is funny as fuck.

If I didn't headcanon him as a jester then something would be mentally and morally wrong with me.

JOEY JORDISON - Farrier

I think this one is for my own personal enjoyment but he just seems like he'd enjoy putting on horseshoes??

We all know he was an animal lover so this is certainly fitting in that sense

PAUL GRAY - Butcher

Paul could've certainly did this IRL when he was alive and most of me believes he would've been really good at it.

And to honor his legacy as the pig, this is only fitting.

CHRIS FEHN - Hunter

Chris on the hunt scares me in my head. So I had to do it. It had to happen.

Imagine him fucking chasing after you?? Helllllll no.

JIM ROOT - Blacksmith

He works with motorcycles so this is the closest we'd get in a kingdom fantasy sense

He can still be sexy and sweaty just without the grease from a bike

CRAIG JONES - Banker

I feel like at one point he was in charge of the bands finances, whether that's true or not I really don't know, but I want to assume it was true

He'd kill it as a banker and you can't change my mind

SHAWN CRAHAN - Judge

After all these shit decisions with the band, this would be so fitting! And it would give Mick a very intensive job.

As you can tell, I'm not happy with Shawn at all. He'd be corrupt and that's the end of the story.

MICK THOMSON - Executioner

Big man. Biiiiiig man. This is the perfect job for a big burly man.

And seeing him come up to fucking murder you with that black hood on? Terrifying.

COREY TAYLOR - Sheriff

Going along with Shawn in corruption, he'd make the perfect Sheriff! I'm also not happy with him.

But he does lay down the law most of the time so it's a fitting job regardless.

[ims0vain]

Besties 💕

This could be us… 😍😅

Ahhh I love this! Thanks for the ask! 😍❤️

[sevenguitar]

smash or pass on jim

I'm not fucking answering that. (Smash)

[reznwh0re]

yes i heard about the new slipknot funkos… and yes i did preorder two of them… the most impulsive purchase i ever made

[broidobe]

𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢

requested! the reader is dating all of them!!

⁎⁺˳✧༚nu metal masterlist

corey was obsessed with your voice from the moment he first heard it. he loved how powerful and raw it was, yet how you could make it sound so delicate when you wanted to. he’d sit in the studio with you for hours, watching in awe as you recorded vocals, grinning when you hit a note that sent chills down his spine.

joey was the biggest fanboy in the band when it came to you. he would always be at the side of the stage during your sets, watching with a smirk as you commanded the crowd with your voice. “that’s my girl,” he’d brag to anyone who would listen. if you ever had a rough show, he was the first one backstage, wrapping you in his arms and pressing a sweaty kiss to your forehead.

paul loved writing music with you. he’d sit with you late at night, bass in hand, as the two of you pieced together melodies and lyrics. he’d hum random basslines while you tested out different vocal runs, smiling when you found something that clicked. “that’s it, babe,” he’d say softly, nodding his head. “that’s the one.” he never missed an opportunity to remind you how talented you were.

mick acted like he didn’t care, but everyone knew he was secretly obsessed with your voice. if anyone talked shit about your singing, he’d immediately shut them down with a death glare and a low, “you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” if you ever sang to him in private, he’d get all quiet, trying to play it cool—until you caught the pink tint on his cheeks.

jim had a way of grounding you whenever you were nervous before a performance. he’d grab your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “you’ve got this,” he’d say, voice steady. if you ever lost confidence in your abilities, he’d be the first to remind you just how incredible you were. “you don’t even realize how powerful your voice is, do you?” he’d ask, shaking his head with a grin.

craig wasn’t the type to shower you with words, but his support was always there. you’d catch him standing quietly at the back of the venue, arms crossed, watching every one of your performances with an unreadable expression—but you knew he was proud. he collected recordings of your shows, storing them neatly on his laptop like prized possessions. if you ever got anxious about how you sounded, he’d simply hand you his headphones and let you listen to a past performance, proving just how good you were.

shawn was your biggest hype man. he’d jump on stage during your performances just to scream into the mic with you, causing absolute chaos. off-stage, he was constantly bragging about you. “yeah, my girl’s a fuckin’ beast,” he’d say in interviews. “her voice? unmatched.” he made sure everyone knew just how talented you were.

sid was your chaotic partner in crime. he’d run up behind you mid-performance and spin you around, laughing when you nearly lost your balance. if you were ever feeling insecure, he’d smother you in kisses and say, “fuck that. you’re a goddamn rockstar, baby.” he loved watching you take control of the stage, his energy feeding off yours in the most electric way.

if you tour at the same time as them, they will lowkey get competitive about who has the crazier crowd.

but if you ever tour with them? oh, it's wild. you end up with an army of 9 masked men making sure you're taken care of.

clown makes sure your stage production is next level—dude has a vision for your set.

corey would totally hop onstage with you at some point. duet? screaming battle? yeah, it's happening.

the boys cause absolute mayhem backstage at your shows. imagine them hyping you up before you go on, just yelling and shaking you by the shoulders like it’s a wrestling match.

sid is the one who insists on a ridiculous secret handshake before every show.

the moment some journalist, fan, or industry dude says something remotely negative about you? oh, they’re done for.

corey will absolutely roast someone in an interview if they disrespect you. “next question. actually, no—go fuck yourself.”

if a creepy fan gets too close, expect sid and jay to be up so fast. sid's already in their face like, “you got a problem?”

mick and jim don’t say much, but their presence alone is enough to intimidate people into behaving.

clown is the type to film people being rude to you just so he can post it and destroy them online.

they’re especially protective if you do heavy music—people love to gatekeep, but not when slipknot’s your personal security team.

it’s just pure, unconditional love and chaos. you get so much affection in different ways from each of them.

corey is your emotional rock, always making sure you're okay mentally and physically.

mick and jim are the chill, grounding presences. they’re the ones rubbing your shoulders after a long day.

joey and sid are constantly making you laugh—expect pranks, dumb jokes, and random bursts of energy.

clown is so proud of you, like a proud dad, but also a total menace.

craig... just exists silently in the background, always knowing what you need without saying a word.

they love watching you do your thing on stage. even if they’ve seen you perform a hundred times, they’re always in awe.

if you ever express wanting to collab with them, they’re on it immediately. no hesitation.

the idea of you and corey doing a song together? absolutely.

if you're into heavier music, mick and jim will gladly work on riffs for you.

if you ever do an acoustic set, expect corey to crash it and harmonize with you out of nowhere.

they’re just so proud of you. they treat you like the biggest rockstar, even if you’re just starting out.

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Annoyance (Corey Taylor x Fem! Reader) SMUT

Hello hello! This was a request for cutie_maggot on AO3! This is my first time really writing Corey, so hopefully it turned out alright. Thank you so much for reading!!

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, ADULT CONTENT, MDNI, 18+ CONTENT, porn very little plot, swearing, degradation (some praise), oral (m receiving), hair pulling, biting, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mask kink, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, creampie, aftercare, if I missed any please let me know!!

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Divider Credit: @adornedwithlight

You had decided to wear a new dress you had just bought to the show tonight, something you specifically picked out because you knew Corey would love it. Which, he definitely did, the moment he laid his eyes on you his hands were already drifting over your body, whispering in your ear how he can't wait to tear that dress off you with his teeth later tonight.

The problems started with Shawn.

“Well, don't you look pretty, bird?” You didn't have to look at him to know his gaze had settled onto the curve of your ass. That was strike one. You could already feel the annoyance rolling off Corey in waves.

“Get your eyes off my fuckin’ girl, Shawn.” He spits, wrapping an arm possessively around your waist, dragging you into his side.

Strikes two and three came at the same time. 

Corey trusted you completely, he knew that his pretty little girlfriend only had eyes for him at the end of the day. But, he still couldn't stop himself from getting a bit jealous whenever you would receive attention from someone else. 

Jim knew he ran the risk of pissing Corey off, but he couldn't deny how cute he found your flustered expression as he complimented you. “That dress looks very pretty on you, love.” He rests his elbows on his knees, smirking as he watches your eyes nervously dart away from him.

“I think someone likes having all the attention on them, don't you, pretty girl?” Your heart races as you meet Mick’s playful gaze, never one to miss an opportunity to leave you a flustered mess, for better or for worse. “Corey is one lucky son of a bitch, isn't he Jim?” He chuckles, bright blue eyes trailing hungrily over your tiny form, like an animal sizing up its prey.

Jim lets out a hum of approval, “lucky, indeed.” He responds, letting each syllable carefully roll off his tongue. They both chuckle as they’re called to line up to head out on stage.

“Just wait until I get my fuckin’ hands on you.” A shiver runs down your spine as Corey growls in your ear. He grabs you by the waist, pressing your body flush to his. You can feel his hard cock press into the curve of your ass. “I've gotta make sure my girl doesn't forget who she belongs to.” He nips at your skin, making you yelp. You don't miss the dark, lust filled expression in his eyes as your gaze meets his. You wish him luck, he presses a hot, heady kiss to your lips before joining the others. 

After the show, he was quick to get you alone, pushing you into an empty dressing room. Corey growls, roughly pinning you to the wall, a hand on either side of your head. “I just can't leave you alone for a single fucking second, can I?” He asks in a low, dangerous tone. “I turn my back only for you to let my band mates drool all over you, is that right, baby?” Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his sharp teeth pass over the sensitive skin of your neck. “I guess I can't blame them though, can I? My girl just looks so pretty, how could they keep their eyes off you?” His lips crash against yours with bruising force, your knees giving out underneath you only to be held up by Corey's strong body pressing into yours. “Who do you belong to?” He growls against your lips.

“You.” You can't stop the smile from tugging at your lips, your heart racing as you answer his question.

He breathes out a chuckle. “Prove it.” He smirks, gaze dropping to your pretty lips. “On your knees, princess.” You immediately give into his request, your knees coming into contact with the rough, ratty carpet with a dull thud. He grabs your chin tightly in his hand, keeping your eyes locked on his as he slowly unzips his jumpsuit, bright blue irises staring back at you from the black pits where they sat behind his mask. You pull your lip between your teeth, unable to keep your eyes off his erection as it struggles against the confines of his boxers. “I've been waiting all night to be able to use that filthy fucking mouth of yours.” His fingers slide into your hair, roughly tugging at the strands, making you let out a soft moan. Your hands slide up his legs, settling on the waistband of his boxers. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get to work.”

He keeps a tight grip at the nape of your neck as you lean in, running your tongue along the base of his cock all the way up to its angry, red tip. Corey curses under his breath, dragging your outstretched tongue back and forth across his member. “Dirty slut.” He breathes out through a chuckle. “That’s it, get me nice and lubed up so I can fuck you stupid.” He groans as he pushes the tip of his cock into the warm cavern of your mouth. “I’m going to fucking ruin you to make sure those assholes can never come close to making you feel as good as I can.” You moan around him as you feel his hips stutter, easing his cock into your mouth. He presses into the back of your throat with a groan, a devilish smirk passing over his features as he hears you choke around him. He eases it out of your mouth just enough to allow a gasp of oxygen to slip down your throat only for him to slam back into you again. Tears began gathering along your lashes with every harsh, unforgiving thrust, eventually sliding down your cheeks, leaving red streaks in their wake. You feel his fingers twitch, a low growl rumbling from his chest before he pulls you off him. “Don’t want to get too carried away now, do we?” He asks with a shuddering breath. He pulls you up to meet him, lips crashing against yours as he stumbles blindly in the direction of the couch in the room. You yelp as the back of your knees connect with the cushions, sending both you and Corey tumbling down into the worn leather. He grabs hungrily at your waist, hoisting up your hips in order to slip your panties down your legs.

“You look really pretty in this dress, baby. It’s too bad I’m going to fucking ruin it.” He growls, pressing the air from your lungs as he sinks his full weight into you. You gasp as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, he chuckles as he feels you claw desperately at wherever you could reach. He grabs your wrists in his hands, pinning you to the couch below him as he feverishly bites and sucks at your neck. He pushes your dress up to your hips, swapping both wrists into one hand as the other slides in between your legs. You whine as he starts to draw slow, tight circles on your clit. You moan his name as you buck into his hand, he chuckles at the sound of your needy whines. “What's the matter, baby?” He coos, keeping up the same sluggish pace. “Not enough?”

“Corey, please.” You whimper. “Wanna cum in your fingers.”

He smirks, “is that right? My little slut wants me to make her cum, hm?” You nod, pushing yourself against his fingers, desperate for any more friction than he was giving you. You let out a loud, broken moan as he slips two fingers inside of you. “Someone's really needy, aren't they?” He teases you with a chuckle, making your cheeks grow warm. “Look at that greedy little pussy, taking my fingers so well.” You gasp as you feel him scissoring you open, preparing you to be stuffed full of his cock. He expertly crooks his fingers into a spot that had you crying out, desperately grabbing onto him as white hot pleasure seared across your entire body. 

“Corey.” You whimper his name, nails digging into his arm as you feel the coil in your core winding impossibly tight, ready to snap at any second. Your thighs shake uncontrollably as you finally come undone.

“That's it baby, fuck.” Corey growls, fingers fucking into you at an animalistic pace as he pushes you through your high. Your arousal coated his hand, beads of your slick dripping down his wrist. “Again.” He orders firmly, not slowing as you feel pressure building in your core once again.

“I can't.” You respond weakly. You yelp as Corey suddenly pulls his fingers out of you and delivers a harsh slap to your clit.

“I said, again.” He growls dangerously, returning to his previous, vicious pace. His thumb presses roughly to your clit, fingers dragging deliciously over your sensitive walls. He works you right up to the edge, leaving you gasping and clawing at his wrists, before expertly tipping you over the edge. You sobbed as he repeated the the process two, three, four more times. Your body jolted as he tells his fingers against your clit. “Dirty girl.” He chuckles.

He flips you over onto your hands and knees, heat radiating off his chest as he blankets your back. He grabs roughly into your hips, his fingertips pushing into you in a way that you knew would leave bruises behind. You moan as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. “By the time I'm done with you you're only going to be able to think about me.” He groans next to your ear. Your knees threaten to give out as he eased inside of you, a strong arm wrapping around your waist in order to hold you upright. Corey curses as he bottoms out inside of you, hips molding to the curve of your ass as he pulls as your supple skin. “You always take me so perfectly, baby.” He coos, making you moan as he eased himself out to the top only to slam back into you. “Always doing so good, just for me.” You gasp at the feeling of his hot tongue running up the side of your neck, your thighs trembling as his pace gradually begins to increase. “Gonna have to fill you up, make sure everyone knows that pretty pussy belongs to me.” He tangles a hand in your hair, pushing your face down roughly into the couch cushions, the other delivering a sharp smack to your ass. The room filled with the sounds of your fervent moans and whine, his cock mercilessly pumping into your slick heat. He chuckles as he feels you tense, your gummy walls attempting to clamp down on him with every last remaining bit of strength as you come undone. You scream out his name as he roughly runs at your clit, tears streaming down your cheeks as you writhed underneath him, the overstimulating pleasure knocking the breath from your lungs. He pulls you up by your hair, you whine as he bites down harshly on your neck, a growl bubbling up in his throat as you feel his hips start to stutter. “All. Fucking. Mine.” He snarls against the side of your face, a groan leaving him as he presses as deep inside of you as he can manage. He curses, hips rocking slightly as you feel his cum pool inside you. “That's my pretty girl, letting me fill her up.” He presses his lips to the top of your head. He keeps himself connected to you for a few moments, sweat dripping from his chest and into your back. 

He begins to soothingly stroke his thumb over your stomach. “I'm gonna get you cleaned up, okay, baby?” He says softly, helping you into a more comfortable position before cleaning up his mess. He looks around the room, managing to find his stuff in order to slip the oversized shirt from his bag over your head. “I'll help you finish getting dressed in a minute, come here, love.” He collapses into the couch next to you, opening his arms for you to crawl into. He cradles you against his chest, fingers carefully carding through your hair, a drastic contrast to how rough he had been with you. “How are you feeling?”

“Sleepy.” You respond, making him chuckle.

“You doing okay after that, baby? Was I too rough?” You shake your head, fidgeting with his fingers as a soft smile settles into your lips.

“No, you weren't, I promise.” You lay your head against his shoulder, your eyes meeting his bright blue ones. “You really don't like it when the others compliment me, huh?” You giggle.

Corey chuckles in response, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips, carefully kissing each knuckle. “I just don't like people trying to take what's mine, baby.”

“You know I would never leave you, right?” 

“Of course I do. I trust you completely, you're my girl. But, I know they're a bunch of fucking animals.” You both laugh. “I love you, and I'm so happy you're all mine.”

“I love you, Corey.” He presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Now, how about we finish getting dressed, and we head back to the hotel, I'll see if the kitchen’s still open, maybe they can make us a pizza.” He offers with a laugh.

“You might have to carry my back, I don't think my legs work.”

[left-behind-official]

Here are 5 of my cat head cannons for slipknot (so y'all can get to know em a bit as cats) !

Sid:

Bites and chews on anything

Orange cat behavior (ofc)

Tries to climb things constantly but fails sometimes because he broke some of his claws of accidentally (they will grow back tho)

Very short fur (also gets a furless spot throughout the comic due to a fire)

BUTT FLUFF!!!1!!!11!!!1

Joey:

Has a pretty deep meow

Curls up when sleeping

Gets teased for being smaller than he was as a human

People want to constantly pet him (he will hiss or even bite and scratch)

Barely scratches anything to keep his claws sharp for self defense (because he's a small kitty it's more dangerous for him)

Paul:

Wants to get the full 16 hours of sleep per day experience but never gets it due to the others annoying him

When walking trough the streets he blends in with grey concrete very well so people don't notice him as much

is ok with being pet by other people but if he doesn't like it he'll make it clear

Very chill at most times

Got used to being a cat pretty fast

Chris:

Still needs to adjust to his life as a cat

Can't figure out how to meow (the only sound he'll make is a squeak at least)

Doesn't go around much when he's alone only with others for protection

Blends in with mud, dirt and dark wood very well so he goes hide in muddy areas or near a lot of trees when danger is nearby

Sometimes chases bugs out of boredom

Jim:

Begs people for food

When begging doesn't work he'll just steal it (but only if he really needs the food. Most of the time he just goes to another person because he often gets caught stealing due to his size)

His meow sounds more like a mrrrrrrp that an meow

Sleeps in a motorcycle helmet because it's comfy and because he misses driving his motorcycle

Gets asked often if he can get something for others because he's the tallest and can jump the highest

Craig:

Meows rarely but when he does it's only when danger is nearby or when begging others for food (which he also does rarely)

Purrs randomly sometimes (no one knows why)

Will get comfy in the most uncomfortable places

Hasn't really made any personal enemies

Is the one who keeps patrol most of the times

Shawn:

Loafs a lot

Changes his sleeping spot a lot because he's very picky with that

Because he doesn't really blend in when he needs to hide he's always looking for secret hiding spots and made some himself

sometimes rolls around in mud or dust so he can blend in with something incase he needs to hide and doesn't have a hiding spot nearby

Keeps some emergency food in one of his hiding spots

Mick:

FLUFFPLOSION

doesn't really care if he gets pet he just ignores and doesn't move so that people will go away

High pitched meow

The others look for him constantly because his fur is so dark (sometimes even when he's laying right in front of them)

Absolutely hates getting wet because it feels uncomfortable due to his long fur and it takes long to dry and he doesn't wanna freeze to death

Corey:

Constantly gets teased due to looking like bread

Has unintentionally made some personal enemies

Goes exploring a lot

Misses being life on stage a lot and constantly thinks about everything he had to leave behind

Has never tried to beg people for food he just went to steal immediately

[genderlesspersonx]

send me slipknot member names and I'll give them 5 headcanons

[randomwritingss]

Jim Street x Reader

Prompt: being unable to tear their eyes off of them, especially when watching them excel at something they're best at

Warnings: None really. Unedited work

It was a normal day in the field. You had been paired up with Street for today, which wasn't unusual. You and him were running down a lead for a case. Begrudgingly, he's driving, as usual.

You and Street had been friends for a while, so you two working in the field was normal. He and you were good at looking at each other and knowing what the other was thinking.

You are sitting in the passenger seat, chewing on your cheek, as you go over the information Hondo had sent you. "So, he's supposed to be at his apartment on 7th and Westlake." You say, looking over at the hazel eyed man. Street nods, somewhat deep in thought. You raise an eyebrow at him, but continue on. "Street, you okay?" is the next words out of your mouth.

"Hm?" He says absentmindedly as he glances at you. The look on your face makes him come back to Earth. "Oh, yeah. Sorry, my mind wondered."

You chuckle, but don't question him further. "Hondo said that this guy, Mick Harvey, shouldn't give much of a fight." Street nods again, chewing on his cheek. "Street, you have something on your mind. What's up?" You ask, setting your phone down.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, contemplating his next few words. "Things. It's not important." is his reply, though you don't believe it.

"Jim," you start out. You rarely ever call him by his first name. This makes him look at you for half a second before returning to the road. "I know you well enough to know that your 'it's not important' is bull."

"Seriously, it's nothing we need to talk about now." he replies, his tone dripping with frustration that makes you hold your hands up.

"Sorry." you reply softly.

And just like that, you and him arrive at the apartment complex. You both get out and put your gear on, just in case. The walk over to Mick Harvey's apartment is quiet. Street knocks on the door as you arrive, "Mick Harvey, LAPD." he bellows.

Inside, you both hear some rustling that makes you look up at Street. You both take a pause and draw your weapons as Street knocks again. "Mick Harvey." you speak loudly. "Open up, LAPD." You both bristle for a moment as you see the man run past you.

Street is the first to run after him. When your brain catches up to what you are seeing, you run off in the direction of them catching the last of the chase where Street tackles him. You holster your weapon quickly and take a breath. Street looks back at you and grins, "Nice of you to join us." he teases as he stands with Mick.

"Yeah, yeah." you reply, waving your hand dismissively. You watch Street walk Mick to the car and put him in. Once you realize that you're staring, you shake your head. "Nice takedown." you comment walking to him.

He chuckles at you, "Thanks." And with that, he gets into the car, and you follow taking another breath.

The drive back to HQ is quiet, except when Street speaks up, "You are staring, you know." His teasing causes you to blink. "You.. didn't realize it, did you?"

Your cheeks turn pink as he speaks. "Uh, no. I'm sorry." you chuckle, shaking your head. Street turns his head to you and smiles before returning his attention to the road.

Once you get back to HQ, you both hand Mick off to a couple of unis and go debrief. Once you are done, you walk back to the locker room to wash your face. You don't hear the door open until Street speaks, "So, you going to acknowledge this, or are we going to keep dancing with it?"

His words make you look up at him, "Dance around what?" you ask, although you know very well what he's talking about: the mutual attraction between the two of you.

He scoffs, walks to the sinks, and leans beside you. "Come on, Y/N, this thing we have going on."

This makes you sigh and grab a towel to wipe your face. "Yeah, okay." You turn and lean with him. "I really like you and, I dunno, I've been having trouble keeping my eyes off of you when you work."

Street laughs and crosses his arms, before replying, "I've noticed. But," his voice drops lower, as if he didn't want anyone other than you to hear, despite the fact the locker room was empty, "I've been watching you, too."

You look up at him and furrow your eyebrows, "So what does that mean for us?"

"I want to date you, be with you." He replies coolly. "I want to explore this." He reaches down and intertwines your hands. "I really like you, too."

And, for the first time in a long while, you feel... whole. "Then let's do it." You say, nodding. This makes Street smile and place a hand on your cheek as he kisses you.

[theunderestimator-2]

"See you later, Joe…": On this day, Dec. 30th, 2002, the Punk Rock Warlord Joe Strummer’s funeral was held in private at West London Crematorium where he was cremated (from a Los Angeles Times clipping dated January 1, 2003).

The funeral was held on a dark and grey Monday with rain belting down in bucketfuls and the service was attended by his widow Lucinda and two daughters, the rest of the Clash, Mick Jones, Paul Simonon and Topper Headon, Chrissie Hynde and Jeannette Lee (formerly of PIL, then co-managing director of Rough Trade), Jim Jarmusch, Bob Gruen, Rat Scabies, Pearl Harbour, Joe Ely, Don Letts, the Clash road manager Johnny Greene, some more close friends and relatives, according to Chris Salewicz, who wrote 'Redemption Song: The Definitive Biography of Joe Strummer'.

He remembers that he heard about Joe’s death after Don Letts called him and when he called up Mick Jones, who in between sobs was his usual funny self, he told him

"… how glad he was he’d played with Joe at the benefit for the Fire Brigades Union five weeks before. -‘I don’t even know what religion he was,’ Mick said. -‘Some kind of Scottish low-church Presbyterian, I imagine,’ I suggested. -‘Church of Beer, probably,’ laughed Mick, tearfully. "…Joe’s coffin slowly comes in, held aloft by half a dozen pallbearers. It is placed down at the far end of the chapel. Keith Allen, the actor and comedian, steps forward and positions a cowboy hat on top of it. There’s a big sticker on the nearest end: ‘Question Authority’, it reads, then in smaller letters: ‘Ask Me Anything’. Next to it is a smaller sticker: ‘Vinyl Rules’. On the sides of the coffin are more messages: ‘Get In, Hold On, Sit Down, Shut Up’ and ‘Musicians Can’t Dance’. Around the end wall of the chapel are flags of all nations. More people are ushered in, like the kids Joe would make sure got through the stage-door at Clash gigs, until the place is crammed. …‘Wandering Star’ [by Lee Marvin] begins to play. ‘See you later, Joe,’ someone says. Yeah, see you later, Joe…" (from Chris Salewicz's 'Redemption Song: The Definitive Biography of Joe Strummer'.)

Soundtrack of the day: ‘Wandering Star’ - Lee Marvin (1969) "When I get to heaven, tie me to a tree/ Or I'll begin to roam, and soon you know where I will be/ I was born under a wandrin' star/ A wandrin' wandrin' star…"

A detailed rundown of Joe's funeral from Chris Salewicz's book: https://www.litres.ru/book/chris-salewicz/redemption-song-the-definitive-biography-of-joe-strummer-39768017/chitat-onlayn/

[roninkairi]

New York Comic Con Part 9 (FINALLY!!! THE PICS YOU WERE WAITING FOR!!!)

And now the reveal that you were all waiting for. Everything I hinted at has led to this moment.

That's right...I'm a NINJA FROM KONOHA!!!!

(Cut to Gabby punching me in the head as Deadpool puts me in a headlock)

Deadpool: ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!!! YOU BAITED US FOR THIS LONG FOR A DAMN SELFIE?!!!!

Gabby: VENGEANCE!!! (Raven floats in)

Raven: ...yeah here's the actual surprise.

Initially my two goals were as follows:

Get my two books autographed by Alex Hirsch

Get an autograph AND selfie with Tara Stong.

The first goal was, well, IMPOSSIBLE. I found out later that people had been lining up since 10AM for a ticket and they didn't even give them out until 2PM. So yes, my primary goal was not fulfilled but I will gladly take the chance to meet Tara with no complaints...

...oh yeah I asked and, uh, she does not think Timmy and Tootie got married.

Timmy and Tootie Shippers Right Now:

Hold on it's all good. I did get that autograph like I said. I gave her the choice of two potential pics, and she really liked both of them. The one that didn't get picked?

The one that did?

Ember: HELL YEAH SHE MADE THE RIGHT CHOICE!!!

Oh and also...

Needless to say, he was VERY HAPPY.

Now also while I was waiting on line to see Tara, someone passed by us...

Me: Are you who I think you are?

You Know Who: Yes, I am!!

I even did the twirling with him. Proper legwork is the key.

On a side note, he was in one area along with Mick Foley. In the other side of the Main Floor, Sgt Slaughter was with other wrestlers like Maven, Enzo Amore, Jake Roberts (he had an oxygen mask with him so I hope he's ok) and Hacksaw Jim Duggan (me and a fan did our best attempts at his famous battle cry. Mine really caught him off guard.)

I also learned one other thing from Hacksaw...and it concerns the banner I saw behind him. Apparently joining them the next day and on...was...this guy...

...I'm going to be honest. I am REALLY GLAD I got to go on Thursday. Because if I had gone on Friday or any other day I would most likely be banned FOR LIFE from any NYCC for very excessive use of the word "fuck", every POSSIBLE combination of the word "fuck" and which particular orifice in his body he can shove objects of various sizes and lengths.

So yes, that's my total experience for NYCC 2024 and if you think I'm hiding anything else, all I have to say is of fucking COURSE I have one more surprise, have you never paid attention to half the things I hint at?!!

Yes, that right...

That's right, X-Men 97's Holly Chou, the new voice actress for Jubilee!

It was a COMPLETE SURPRISE to see her there, I was not even remotely aware that she and the other voice actors were there (along with Alyson Court too) and I IMMEDIATLEY jumped at the chance to get an autograph and selfie with her, no hesitation in any way shape or form!

So yes, officially this year I have met both of Jubilee's voice actresses.

Oh and before I forget:

Jubilee: You REALLY like that quote don't you?

Me: To be fair, you MELTED BASTION'S FACE. That's one of the most badass things they let you do short of nuking the Collector.

Laura: I agree with him.

Optimus Prime: So do I.

And that's all she wrote. Until next year.

[sevenguitar]

bro i miss working as a guitar tech for you and Jim, take me back 🙏

- @moonlight-porter

Idgaf who modifys my guitar as long as it's fixed, you'll have to ask Jim if he's fine with that. 🤷

[craigjones-marry-me-plz]

GUYS

Send me asks about slipknot ships and I'll write five random headcanons about them both, and three headcanons about one each

Sid x Craig | Alessandro x Michael | Jim x Mick

[broidobe]

𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢

requested! reader is dating ALL OF THEM AT ONCE!

⁎⁺˳✧༚nu metal masterlist

okay soooo

this is gonna be…long

cause i mean NINE FUCKING BOYFRIENDS??

WHEW

I COULD NEVER

each member has their unique way of looking out for you, from joey’s quiet, observant care to shawn’s more intimidating "don’t mess with them" stance.

group outings are pure chaos—picture nine masked men vying for your attention at once. it’s loud, messy, and hilarious, but you secretly love it.

no matter how intimidating they might seem onstage, they all have moments of softness reserved just for you—whether it’s paul writing you a heartfelt note or craig letting you play with his gear.

they’re a loud and chaotic family, but they all respect your boundaries and each other’s space when it comes to your time and affection.

you’re their grounding force, the one who can diffuse tensions when things get heated and make even their darkest days brighter.

there are pretty specific interactions with each of them

joey: joey’s the romantic one, slipping you mixtapes with songs that remind him of you. he’s also fiercely loyal, often standing up for you during any disagreements among the group.

corey: corey’s the go-to for deep conversations and random adventures. he writes lyrics inspired by your connection, though he pretends they’re not about you when asked.

shawn (clown): shawn’s all about making you laugh. he loves pulling pranks with your help, but if someone crosses you, he switches to dad mode instantly.

paul: paul’s the quiet but affectionate type. he’s the one who’ll make sure you’ve eaten and bring you coffee during late nights.

jim: jim’s surprisingly shy but shows his affection in subtle ways, like tuning your guitar or sharing his favorite riffs with you.

chris: chris is the one who’s always up for silly jokes and lighthearted fun. he’ll do anything to make you smile, even if it means making a fool of himself.

sid: sid’s energy is unmatched, and he often drags you into his wild stunts. he also has a habit of surprising you with random gifts, like cool masks or rare vinyl records.

craig: craig doesn’t say much, but his actions speak louder than words. he’ll always make sure you’re comfortable and safe, even in the craziest of situations.

mick: mick might seem aloof, but he has a tender side that only comes out around you. he loves teaching you about his music gear and will fiercely defend you against any negativity.

they make sure you’re front and center for each show

and they ALL make sure to do something to impress you

now i don't know if you’ve seen THAT video of sid

where his finger are moving SO FUCKING FAST on that record

and his spit is DRIPPING

BUT HE WOULD TOTALLY DO THAT WHILE STARING RIGHT AT YOU

there’s a constant (but playful) competition to impress you. whether it’s mick playing the most insane guitar solo or joey showing off his double-bass drumming, you always end up cheering for all of them.

cause i mean how could you not?

corey loves dedicating shit to you

THIS ONE’S FOR Y/N, LOVE YOUR FAVOURITE BOYFRIEND!

mornings are WILD

waking up with nine band members around is… an experience.

sid is bouncing off the walls with energy, joey is groggy and in desperate need of coffee, and mick just grunts at everyone until he’s fully awake.

you’ve learned to navigate this chaos like a pro.

by sitting on the couch and doing really nothing about it

i mean you’ll get dragged into SOMETHING by sid

when fans recognize you, the guys are split between playfully teasing you about your “fame” and keeping a protective eye on the interaction.

everything okay here?

let me know if you need me

sid once pretended to be your bodyguard when a fan got a little too enthusiastic.

he wore sunglasses and kept saying, “no photos, please,” even though no one asked.

when someone once flirted with you, corey leaned over and said,

oh yeah, she’s totally into you. that’s why she’s hanging out with nine masked maniacs instead of you.

and if you don’t make it on tour (which is very rare)

they rotate who gets to call you. sid always insists on doing something wild to make you laugh.

they send you care packages filled with notes, trinkets, and random souvenirs they’ve picked up along the way. paul’s gifts are thoughtful, while sid’s are borderline ridiculous.

corey and jim send you postcards from every city, each one scribbled with inside jokes or sweet messages. mick signs them with a simple “wish you were here.”

they plan spontaneous road trips to random places, like a quiet beach or a weird roadside attraction, just to see you smile

they all contribute to a scrapbook filled with photos, ticket stubs, and little notes from their time with you. craig, surprisingly, is the one who organizes it all perfectly.