#master of puppets era

[jarofalicesgrunge]

Rare & Unseen Photos of METALLICA shot backstage at Pine Knob Music Theatre just Outside of Detroid in CLARKSTON, MI on JULY 21, 1986.

📸BY RUSS MARINO

[balltongue111]

ahhh

[mariskiii]

this man must be illegal in some countries...

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Metallica - Master of Puppets

[bl3edingme]

Every era of James!

Click to see the full images cuz cropping suckkkks

[klirk-hammurton]

James Hetfield Gifs That Have Me Going Feral

@dedicatedtopapahet @delightfulcollectivetyphoon @bisexual-watermelons

[decodedlvr]

I need to watch this interview again. The happiness i get from it, is unbearable 🥲

[aaaaaaaaaauu]

feeling so ill about the spamton

[glitterkaiju]

Oh I am obsessed. You can tell it's the first one I've ever made but I still love it so far

[balltongue111]

[adharastarr]

☆°♡ DAY ELEVEN, TWELVE & THIRTEEN ♡°☆

I'm so sorry. I really suck at doing the everyday challenges lol but I was in hospital. anyway

a random pic of any band you like

i love them so much. have been my top 3 most listened to artist on spotify for like 5 years now

a pic of a band you've seen live

best fucken night of my life. I still can't believe I saw them like a year ago. crazyyy. the cameras were obsessed with ray lol and gee split his pants near his ass. very nice

a pic of a band you'd like to see live

saw they're coming back to australia after cancelling last time and I missed out, so I'm so fucking excited about this. I even have my fit ready lmao

[emily-decomp]

any era of james before 2001 (which is when he went into rehab) taking care of you after you get absolutely shitheaded at a party

warnings: alcohol use, cussing, fluff.. if i left anything out, let me know

you two would be at a random party, james minding his own business somewhere in the unknown person's house talking to random people, his 2nd beer in his hand, the condensation dripping from the bottle and wetting his palm, causing the more than half-empty bottle to nearly slip out of his grasp and shatter on the floor.

he was taking it easy, he started gaining more self control at parties ever since you guys started dating about 8 months back. he only took it easy because he wanted to watch out for you, to make sure you were alright and also that you didn't do anything stupid the second he looked away.

you're leaned against one of the counters in the kitchen, barely able to hold yourself upright.

you push yourself off the counter, stumbling over to your boyfriend who had been watching you like a hawk from across the house almost the whole time you were here. he wasn't watching you right now though, and he didn't even know you were coming over there until you lazily grab his wrist.

he turns his head and looks down at you, seeing the dopey smile on your face.

"shit, baby, how much did you drink?" he asks, concern evident in his voice, but he couldn't suppress the grin that tugs at the corners of his mouth as he watches you stare off at the wall behind him, poking fingers out as you cluelessly count them, mouthing random numbers.

"don't know.. can't remember," you slur, looking up at him with not a thought behind your eyes.

"alright, well you're done for tonight, okay? can't have you puking on me," he chuckles, setting his beer down on a nearby table before snaking his arms around your waist and holding you close against him.

you don't bother arguing back, knowing it wouldn't get you anywhere. you lean into his embrace, draping your arms around his torso and closing your eyes, desperately trying to avoid the forming headache you're getting.

but, with the loud music and everyone talking and shouting and whatnot, none of it's helping.

you bury your face in his chest, sucking in a sharp breath as your head starts to throb surprisingly quickly. he looks down at you, seeing your eyes squeezed shut and face contorted from the pain.

leaning down, he picks you up, holding you as close as possible to him as you clutch onto him, arms wrapping around his neck.

"lets get you home, sweetheart," he whispers softly, effortlessly carrying you through the house and out to his truck, pulling the passenger side door open and gently setting you into the seat, careful not to jostle you too much.

he shuts the car door before circling around the vehicle, getting into the drivers seat and starting the engine after shutting his own door. he puts the air on since he knows you get nauseous in hot cars, and he didn't wanna make anything worse for you than it already is.

he pulls out of the driveway, driving you two to his house slowly but fast enough so he can actually get you there. "don't feel good.." you mumble quietly, propping your elbow up on the side of the car door and leaning your head into your hand, positioning yourself so that the AC hits your face.

"i know, baby.. we're almost there, just a little longer," he says softly, looking over at you before locking his eyes back onto the road in front of him.

once you arrive, he kills the engine, getting out of the car and opening your door, picking you up again and kicking the door shut before heading inside with you in his arms.

you get to his bedroom, so he carefully lays you down in his bed, kissing your temple softly.

"i'll be right back," he whispers before heading to the kitchen and coming back with a bottle of water, helping you sit up a little so you can drink it without choking.

he knew not to give you any medicine, even though it was much needed, because he knew mixing certain medicines with alcohol could make you sicker.

he learned that the hard way.

you twist the cap off the water bottle, sipping at it slowly before putting the lid back on and just using the ice cold bottle to put on your forehead to help die down the pain a little.

you lay back down, sinking your head back into the pillows, your eyebrows knitted together from the light coming from the lamp on his bedside table.

he kicks his shoes off and turns the lamp off before he crawls into bed with you, helping you take your shoes off too, as well as your shirt to help you cool down a bit. he wraps his arm around your waist, and you set the water bottle off to the side somewhere on the bed.

you lay your head on his chest, and he leans down a little, kissing your forehead gently and brushing some hair from your face.

"get some sleep, baby, i've got you," he murmurs softly, stroking your hair gently with his other hand, causing you to drift off to sleep after a moment

[mariskiii]

some James at the studio in late 90s

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Metallica - Welcome Home (Sanitarium)

[band-ranking-polls]

[cryptotheism]

what is it about gnoticism that seems to grab people in the modern day, as opposed to any other number of heresies/cults/theologies of the era?

I've just revisited Gnosticism and I've been having that thought as well. There's basically two prongs to it, mythological and structural:

On the mythological end, think of how nuts people go for star wars. Imagine if for the last couple thousand years, people were generally aware that there was a lost beta version of star wars that was different. But the only way we knew about these beta cuts was one interview with George Lucas about how much they sucked.

And then, in like 1940, people actually discovered a bunch of the beta tapes, and not only are they evocative, they completely recontextualize a lot of star wars tropes. Maybe in one version, Leia is a very different character who is both a scathing commentary on the Clinton administration, and portrayed as a secretive puppet master who has been subtly manipulating things to her own ends. In another beta tape, shes actually some kind of goddess disguised in human form.

Like, the changes aren't just small differences in the timeline or characterization. They are changes that beg several radical new interpretations of the text. Its literary and evocative! I found it enticing and I wasn't even raised religious. I can't imagine what it would be like to have say, grown up in catholic school only to discover the Apocryphon of John later in life.

On the structural end, it "expands the mythos" so to speak. Yk how even American protestants will sometimes reference the book of Enoch because it has all the fun mystical shit? Gnostic literature is like that cranked up to eleven. It is theology for theology perverts. Its full of complex hierarchies of divine beings and explanations of their relationships to each other, all while reframing several A-list biblical characters as teachers of secret ineffable wisdom that YOU, dear reader, get to learn. It's practically catnip for the occult-curious.