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Little Life Update:

Back in February, I was rushed to the hospital from work. We weren't sure if my appendix was rupturing or if I had kidney stones. I was in a pain that I had never had before. It was excruciating.

Well, after a 5 hour ER visit, a shot of toridol and a CT scan, they found I have a 2 cm cyst on my right ovary. This alone is starting to solidify my primary care doctors suspicion of me having PCOS. I was discharged and told to follow up with my primary.

I went to my primary today for the follow up.

Here's where I had a minor freak out:

So....I'm gonna have to quit vaping and stuff. Granted the stuff on the CT scan was just scar tissue from when I was a baby, but my primary wants me to quit due to the fact that I have a few nodules in my lungs.

They're not cancerous and are super tiny, but they have been there for decades. She wants me to have my lungs checked once a year just to be sure that these nodules don't grow. They're barely a millimeter in size. I've seen them pop up on my chest X-rays in the past, but she's just more concerned about my overall health.

I know I said I was gonna quit in January, but after the scare at the doctor today, I have it in my head that I need to quit.

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Thanks for the tag, Daisy!

As a kid, I wanted to be a Marine Biologist or a dolphin trainer. I was OBSESSED with dolphins as a kid.

I found out the hard way that I'm allergic to sulfur. When I was 4, sparklers almost killed me 😅. One minute I was up, standing, and just being a kid, and then the next I was on the ground gasping for air because I went into anaphylaxis shock.

I dated a band member for 6 months last year. It was a fun and wild 6 months, but in the end it didn't work out for reasons I won't say on here 😅

Tagging: @bisexual-watermelons @fasteddiesstrat @ladyshandioftheendless @callsignred @bloody-kissez @thatnerdwriter @to-the-stars-and-forward

if you get this, answer with three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs! anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog <3

lets make a train!!! on w ur own fun facts (if u want to)

im really REALLY good at rhythm games

im very bald (willingly)

and i want to b a marine biologict in a totally unrelated to twdak way! i just like fish

@xxrainydazexx @tokachithewarrior2 @jellocup69 @idiotlyer @plipple @shrubbxd @fiishgutzzz

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Ooooooo, yyyyeeeesssss!!!!! Let's do this!!!!!

a list of 69 kinks

I put this list together because there aren’t enough smutty prompts on tumblr. Plenty of AUs, not nearly enough smut. Please share, use and enjoy. Proper credit to eliade on LJ for inspiration from her classic post hello, and a world of kinks,

1. First time 2. Oral sex 3. Anal sex 4. Fingering 5. Outdoors sex 6. Car sex 7. Shower/tub sex 8. Biting/scratching 9. Phone sex 10. Cybersex/sexting/Skype sex 11. Public sex 12. Bodyswap sex 13. Shotgunning 14. Porn (watching it or making it) 15. Mental/psychic sex 16. Voyeurism 17. Masturbation (mutual or otherwise) 18. Desperation 19. Multiple orgasms/marathon sex 20. Orgasm denial 21. Toys 22. Costumes/dressing-up/crossdressing 23. Role play 24. Bondage/restraints 25. Blindfolds/sensory deprivation 26. Wing!kink/other nonhuman traits 27. Body worship 28. Fuck-or-die/sex pollen 29. Frottage/outercourse 30. Riding 31. Dancing (dirty or otherwise) 32. Coming untouched 33. Hate!sex/angry!sex 34. Power play 35. Spanking 36. Rimming 37. Lingerie/panties 38. Food 39. Bad!sex 40. Anonymous sex/one-night stand 41. Domesticity 42. Accidental stimulation 43. Alpha/omegaverse 44. Class or power differences AU (noble/commoner, master/slave, etc.) 45. Ownership/claiming/marking 46. Caught in the act 47. Shaving kink 48. Come-marking 49. Fantasies & fantasizing 50. Forbidden love/tryst 51. Friends with benefits 52. Genderfuck/genderswap/gender fluidity 53. Hurt/comfort 54. Control/loss of control 55. Water/rain/ocean 56. Sex worker AU 57. Rough sex 58. Scent 59. Wall!sex or other sex standing up 60. Bed-sharing 61. Morning sex 62. Dirty talk 63. Tentacles 64. Striptease 65. Non-human AU (vampires, werewolves, etc.) 66. Reunion 67. Tickling (erotic or otherwise) 68. Sex in a crisis situation 69. Sixty-nine (dudes!)

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New Blog Alert

Hey lovies! Just a heads up, I made ANOTHER side blog @negans-vampire-bat for TWD material. I'm actively working on a new fic book of an AU so all updates for it will be posted there.

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OMFG I NEED A PT. 3!!!!

I have read my fair share of Papa Het fics, but holy fuck I need that pt. 3 like yesterday!!!! Omg ya'll need to read this!!!! @dedicatedtopapahet @bisexual-watermelons @wonhakwoon @your-local-rockstar-simp

Predator/prey part 2!

Hey guys, sorry this took so long, I've been a lil sick.

Um yeah, this got REALLY dark REALLY quick.

warnings: predator/prey, dubcon, massive forest at night, mentions of wolves, angst, thigh humping, hickeys, slapping, hair pulling, praise, degradation, knifeplay, spanking

lmk if i missed something! <3

part 3 coming soon! also I am getting WAY too invested into this story. Sorry for another cliffhanger! You'll get your smut eventually, trust me.

"I know you're not here to talk about vests. I can tell something's on your mind. C'mon I have 3 kids, I can tell when something's wrong by poorly masked facial expressions," he joked, and you softened, comforted by his willingness to peer into your thoughts.

Your stomach immediately dropped as the situation dawned on you. You were sitting in front of James Hetfield himself, and all your brain could think of was him railing you into oblivion. And there was no one around to witness it. Your lips part to give an answer, but he beats you to it.

"Is something wrong? Is it something personal?"

"Yeah." Your new plan was to talk as little as you could, lest something slip.

"You can tell me. This is a safe space. I've heard some pretty weird shit so I most likely will not be surprised," he chuckled. You smiled at his remark. Welp, there goes the plan.

"You've just helped me through some really tough times in my life. The others too, but I always looked up to you. You're just kinda...my comfort person." You sunk a little in your chair, waiting for him to speak again.

He smirks at you, his eyes lighting up. Just like when he stared you down onstage. He had finally gotten a confession out of you. Now, how to use it against you?

"Not exactly what I was expecting, but I'm glad I could help you. It means a lot to me."

"What do you mean, 'not what you were expecting'?"

"Well, usually it's something...sexual. Lady at the very beginning of the line flashed her vibe remote at me and winked. Not exactly subtle."

"Oh. That's.... interesting." You were suspicious of him saying that. Did he know? How did he know?

His eyes were roaming, and you basked in his gaze. You looked away to give him some time.

"Yeah, interesting. Is there anything like that you wanna share with me?" He cocked his eyebrow and sat up straight in his chair.

"Or are you just gonna keep dancing around the subject?"

Your breath caught in your throat at his words, your eyes meeting again. He stood up from his chair, grunting as he straightened his vest. You enjoyed the view of him so far above you. The thought went straight to your core as you involuntarily clenched your thighs and let out a sigh as your panties made contact with your clit.

"You can't hide from me. When I saw you in the audience, I just knew you were the cutest piece of prey I've ever set eyes on. I know why you're here."

He walked as he explained. He ended up behind your chair, you could feel his presence.

"I..I don't know what you're talking about! I'm just here for the show," you squeaked.

He grasped your hair in his fist and yanked your bead back, so you were looking up at him. He squatted down so you could be eye level.

"I don't like being lied to, even if they're just half-truths. What show did you come for? Cuz' I know it wasn't Metallica's."

You gasped as he tightened his hold, moaning as he dug his nails into your scalp, you leaning farther back to loosen his grip.

"I came for you."

He moved his mouth closer to your ear.

"Not yet, you haven't"

Your eyes widened as he released his hold and took your hand to help you stand up on your shaky legs.

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You found yourself in his dressing room, sitting on the beer-stained couch in the corner. James had left a few minutes ago, without telling you where he was going. You were nervous. What if he had left you? What if he was telling the others what had happened? Your thoughts were interrupted by some chatter outside the door and the shadows of shoes under the door. James let out a forced laugh and said goodbye to who you assumed was a roadie. He stepped through the threshold after fumbling with the lock for a few seconds.

"Up."

"Where are we going?"

"Well, we're going back to my place. We all got an Airbnb instead of a hotel. These walls aren't sound-proofed, and besides, this room makes it too easy."

You gulped.

"Too easy for what?"

"There's nowhere to go. Too easy for me to catch you," he said, grinning wickedly.

You blanched and stood up. Your breath came in sharp, short bursts. You had never done this before, but you knew that it was right. He led you to his rental parked outside the venue and helped you in. The car ride was long and silent, the only sound being the rock playing over the radio. You tried to distract yourself by humming along with the songs, but he never left your mind. It was about 20 minutes before you had stepped out of the car and onto the driveway. Out of all the Airbnb's you had expected it certainly wasn't this. The house was dark and gothic, like a mini-Victorian mansion. Behind it, a vast crop of woods. A drawn-out cry resounding from the forest, and you yelped. James came around the car and lifted his hands to your cheeks.

"What in the hell was that, James?"

He kissed your forehead before grabbing your shoulder with his left hand and whispering in your ear, careful to keep his right hand stroking your cheek.

"The sound of a predator looking for its dinner, roaming the woods, sniffing out its prey, and catching it. Hunting it, devouring it, tearing it to shreds."

"Fuck, James!"

He had pushed you against the car and inserted his knee in between your legs, rubbing you through your clothes. Your eyes rolled back as he whispered in your ear, "Yes? What do you need? Do you want to be hunted down? You want me to chase you with every intent of ravaging you, doing whatever I want to you?"

You moved your hips on his knee, grinding against the denim.

He smacked your cheek, earning him a strangled moan from you.

"I asked you a question. I expect you to answer it. I also expect you to ask me for permission before you try to pleasure yourself."

"Yes, yes I do! I want you to chase me down like I'm prey!"

He smirked against your neck, sucking bruises onto the tender skin.

"Good girl. You're a fast learner."

You shuddered as he pulled away and watched him walk towards the path to the porch. Your freeze instinct finally gave away, and you followed him.

There were rocking chairs on the porch, old and rickety like the ones at the venue. He sat in the closest one to the door. You stared at him, expecting an invitation or a remark of some kind.

"C'mere"

You slowly approached his chair. You took off your purse and set it on the boards of the porch. You straddled his lap, setting your hands on his shoulders. You could feel his hard-on beneath his jeans, and your mind reeled as you took everything in. His pocketknife hung onto his front pocket by the clip, leaving it to press into your unclothed thigh. You gasped as you felt the cold metal, and James chuckled.

"You like it?"

He took your slack-jawed silence as a 'yes' and pulled it out of his pocket. In one flick of the wrist, the blade flew out of the grip and flashed in the porch light's glow. He twisted it between his fingers, flipping it every which way. His dexterity was not surprising at all, considering his job.

"Yeah, it's pretty."

He stopped spinning it and lowered his knife hand, so it rested on the fabric of your skirt. Your clit pulsed at the thought of him using it on you. Again, it was something you were entirely new to. Maybe James was your gateway to a whole new world.

"Yes, please. Use it on me!"

He grinned and put the knife back in his pocket.

"P...please"

His hands grasped your left hip with an iron grip. You clenched around nothing as he snuck his right hand under your skirt and moved your panties to the side carefully, so as to not touch your folds.

"Please, James! Please, I need you to touch me," you whined. You were now dripping on the crotch of his jeans. His breath caught in his throat as he examined you. You could tell he was ignoring your cries, so you angled your hips up so he could have a better view. He could see your hole weeping and begging to be used. He almost broke, but he had to remain strong. His right hand returned back to your hip and his left snuck down to your ass and smacked your left cheek. You cried out when the blow landed, the skin on fire.

"Like that?" he answered smugly. The whole time, his eyes never left your seeping cunt; he saw how you tightened as he spanked you.

Your mouth fell open as he smacked you again, this time on your right cheek.

"Fuck! Please!"

"I don't think you've earned it just yet. You haven't shown me what you want."

Your eyes widened as you realized what he meant. He was going to make you run for it. He lifted you off his lap, and then stood up.

"Panties. Now."

He held out his hand expectantly, and you slowly slid your panties off. You could see your wetness smeared all over the fabric, gleaming in the light.

He gathered some wetness from the panties on his finger before dipping it into his mouth and swallowing all of it, not breaking eye contact the whole time. You imagined his mouth on you, savoring you like he was savoring your arousal.

Your breathing was slow and loud as you planned your route. You would run off the porch, around the left side of the house, past the carport, and into the woods. You had never been in this thicket before, so you didn't plan to go far.

He leaned in close.

"Good luck."

He turned and entered the house, taking your purse and the car keys inside with him. You heard the lock click. The porch light shut off, and you were left in the moon's glow.

Shit shit shit shit shit shit

You started to panic before remembering that there was no way he let something happen to you out here outside of his control.

[klirk-hammurton]

Hey Lovies

Just checking in! I'm working on an anon request on Rob, and also working on some back logged requests as well. They're all slow works in progress, but they're all coming along well! It feels good to be getting back into writing after such a long hiatus.

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Metallicult/Metal Shop Shenanigans

More late night shenanigans in the cult 🤣🤣🤣 feel free to come join us. I promise we don't bite

@nic-214 @callsignred

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@bloody-kissez Nic out here calling you out 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Things You'd See Only In Metallicult

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Things You'd See Only In Metallicult

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Thanks for the tag, Daisy!

We're gonna aim for all Metallica songs on this one 😅

K - Killing Time

L - Loverman

I - Inamorata

R - Ronnie

K - King Nothing

H - Holier Than Thou

A - Anesthesia (Pulling Teeth)

M - Mama Said

M - Master of Puppets

U - Until It Sleeps

R - Ride the Lightning

T - Thorn Within

O - Orion

N - Nothing Else Matters

Tagging: @dedicatedtopapahet @wonhakwoon @delightfulcollectivetyphoon @bisexual-watermelons @songbirds-sweet @fasteddiesstrat @ladyshandioftheendless @to-the-stars-and-forward @callsignred

Thank you @franwikema and @sonic-counselor for the tag✨

~Spell out your url with song titles~

Du Riechst So Gut - Rammstein

American Music - Violent Femmes

Victim of Changes - Judas Priest

Emergency - 999

Chasing The Night - Ramones

Under - Filter

My Dark Disquiet - Poets of the Fall

Schampuuu-Schaum - Feeling B

Tomorrow - Wall of Voodoo

Away - Toadies

Inoculated City - The Clash

Never Stops - Deerhunter

Everywhere - Fleetwood Mac

I tag @ride-the-hammett @chaotikjack @therockywhorerpictureshow @thomas-zane @grafai-ai @murdockcalavicci

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Friendly Reminder

Hey lovies! Just putting it out there that any likes/follows/asks from @moved-to-klirk-hammurton is my dead "primary" account. I say "primary" because that was the very first blog I started with when I didn't know what I was doing with tumblr. Just know that this account here is the one I'm always active on and occasionally for-the-love-of-grohl and ice-queen94

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Devil's Advocate

This is a little sneak peek at one of the fics I'm working on. Incubus!Kirk Hammett x Fem!Reader

His grip tightens on your throat, "You talk too much. I know of better ways to put that pretty mouth of yours to use." His lips are crushed against yours to quiet your ramblings. You moan heatedly into his mouth, the sharp point of his labret piercing scratches against the skin just below your lower lip. He tasted of alcohol and expensive cigars; it was intoxicating. Your head swam with lust and ecstasy as he pulls away from the kiss. His eyes were dark, lustful, and dangerous. There was something different about Kirk compared to other men. Just the mere sight of him and hearing his voice turned you on like you had never been before.

"You'd be lucky if I don't just fuck you in my car right here and now," he growls. The thought of him having you contorted in numerous angles had your thighs almost trembling. 'Trust me Baby Doll, you'll get every sinful request your pure little heart desires.' His voice sounded heavenly in the back of your mind. You weren't sure how exactly he did it, but he always seemed to know just what was on your mind. He roughly pulls you against his body, "you're MINE." His possessiveness had you wishing he'd fuck you right there in the seats of his car. He gestures with his head for you to get into the passenger seat. Plush, red and black leather seats definitely suited the aesthetic of his sports car. "Hang on Baby Doll, this isn't going to be your only rough ride tonight."

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@fasteddiesstrat 👀

Remembering the legendary singer-songwriter Bon Scott, He tragically left us back in February 19, 1980 at the age of 33.

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Hey besties!!!!

Go check out this fic that MetalliKai wrote! This is so well thought out and I really want a part two! Go support them and invite them into the Metallica Family side of tumblr!

is it just me or does this pic radiate MAJOR predator/prey vibes? like he's just rawdoggin your soul. just me? okay

anyways, smutty thoughts below the cut

tw: loud concert, mentions of anxiety, mentions of wolves, mentions of smut, cuss words, kinda daddy issues?, fluffy angst (or angsty fluff)

a/n: so um yeah I meant for this to be like 10 sentences and I wrote a goddamn novel oopsies. and this ain't even the full thing.

You were sitting on the balcony all the way to the right of the entrance, at one of the smallest gigs you'd ever seen Metallica play. Wolf and Man was pounding into your ears, your senses blurring from the thrill of it all. You were watching Robert and Kirk run circles around each other, and you smiled at how silly these old men could be, like they were being kids again. You felt eyes burning into the side of your head and just 100 feet away was James, staring you down in a fierce manner. He didn't break eye contact as his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, he was hypnotizing. Your smile fell slowly as your lips parted, lost in his sultry glare. One of the spotlights fell on him so perfectly; you could see every beautiful outline and shadow of this masterfully sculpted man; his sweat covering his skin with a thin sheen. The massive screen behind the band was focused on him, and you saw up close how his eyes were clouded with something more than lust, a wolfish need, like he wanted to tear you apart, make you squeal, savor every inch of your skin. Something you had dreamed of ever since walking through the venue door and saw him in his vest and tank top. He smirked at you as he played the last few notes of the song and brought his tank to his mouth to wipe the sweat off his upper lip, the drops glittering his silver hair no more. The crowd screamed and clapped as the men gave their thank-yous and till-next-times.

-----------------------Backstage, a half hour later------------------------

The bag and ticket checks were brutal, and you started to wonder if this was a bad idea. Meeting Metallica seemed like a good idea in retrospect, yes, but now your anxiety was getting the best of you. Your palms were sweaty, your heart was racing, and your mouth was dry as the Sahara. The bottle of water sitting in your bag suddenly came back to mind as you snatched it from its pocket and tried to take off the cap. Your hand was shaking, making it difficult. You finally managed to get it off and sipped it for the next few minutes. Jesus Christ, was meeting 4 60-year-old men this fucking stressful? Some quick self-reflection brought you the idea that meeting Rob, Kirk, and Lars was exhilarating, but not stress-inducing. Meeting James was your main problem. It wasn't really a problem, he was just your favorite of the band, whether for his look or his playing, you didn't know, but you had chalked it up to a fair 50/50. This was a problem you were excited to have. Some parts of you were more excited than others, but you pushed that thought to the very recesses of your brain. If you had the scenario of screwing a man old enough to be your dad in the back of your head, it would definitely make its way into your conversation, which was more or less bound to get you a weird look and a premature "it was nice meeting you!" But God, his stare made you anxious in all the right ways and you just couldn't stop thinking of him staring into your soul as he chased you down, captured you, and made you his. You snapped out of your little thought bubble as you neared the platform. James was shaking the hand of a middle-aged man, someone you guessed was a father because of the 5-ish-year-old girl standing at his feet, holding onto the bottom of her father's shirt. James squatted down so he could be eye-level with the girl, and you instantly knew that he looked differently at others. He had reserved that stare just for you. Your brain ran rampant with the possibility that he might actually just want you, and that he wasn't generally so domineering and intense, but just when he saw you. In fact, his eyes returned to what you thought a 60-year-old's should look like, soft and sweet, teddy-bear-ish. He shook her tiny hand, and she shook it back and moved in for a hug. You couldn't blame her; he looked like just about the most huggable person there. He laughed as he closed her arms around her, telling the dad that it was okay after he tried to apologize and pull her away.

"Be good for your dad, okay," he asked, almost commanded as he straightened her jacket, ruffled from the embrace. He gave her one last smile as she nodded and walked off with her dad. The attendant ushered you forward as James picked up his water and took a sip at the same time you did. When he tilted his head back down, he saw you staring at his battle vest, or more importantly the tank top covering his chest and tummy. God, his tummy was hotter from up close. He caught you staring, and your faced burned with embarrassment.

"You like it?"

Your breath caught in your throat at his raspy tone.

"What?"

He laughed and set the bottle down on the table behind him. He gestured you to the chairs and table set up on the platform, probably decades-old wood that squeaked when you settled into it.

"My jacket, you like it? Saw you starin' at it, figured it interested you."

He was subtly fucking with you, letting you know he had caught you staring at his tummy, imagining it colliding with your back as he drove deeper and deeper into you, owning you. He had known that you were awe-struck by the idea ever since he saw you staring back during Wolf and Man. He had all the confirmation he needed.

"Oh, yeah, it's an awesome vest! I have one like it, just not as many patches. It's also a little less worn; I just bought it and started adding stuff about a week ago, actually."

He smiled and leaned back. The angle allowed his tank top to stretch tighter across his stomach; allowed his vest to cling to his shoulders, accentuating how broad he was. You involuntarily inhaled through your nose like it was the last sniff of oxygen you'd ever get. You'd tried your best not to gasp, that would for sure get his attention. He smirked.

"I know you're not here to talk about vests. I can tell something's on your mind. C'mon I have 3 kids, I can tell when something's wrong by poorly masked facial expressions," he joked, and you softened, comforted by his willingness to peer into your thoughts.

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thanks for reading, this is my first ever fic! i think i did fairly well, but feedback is appreciated! should i do a part 2?

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Another Face Reveal? Sure, Why Not

Behind the blog:

Hey guys! It's been a little while since I've done something like this and figured why not.

I started this blog....I wanna say 2 and 1/2 years ago. It all started off with KISS and my hyperfixation on them. Then, somewhere along the way, it evolved into a Metallica blog.

I've been a part of the Metallica Family for as long as I can remember. They, along with KISS, have been my comfort band(s). My love for Metallica really came into bloom when I relapsed with SH (self-harm). Fade to Black kept me level enough to not end I completely.

Around that time was when I really started to turn to writing as a way to cope. Yes, yes, I know....'Lux, how does writing about getting railed by men in their 60's help you cope with mental health?' Honestly???? I don't really know outside of writing shit like that; it just somehow calms me down. It's like a pressure release from all of the bullshit of the world, I guess.

Creating this blog has led me to meeting so many amazing people! There's so many I can't even begin to name them all, but they've all become like family to me. So I guess really, the main purpose of this post is to say that the main reason behind the creation of this blog, was to create my own little (not really little) online family.

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top 5 met members? 👀👀👀

Hi anon!!!!

Asking the tough questions, I see 🤣🤣🤣 hmmmm....this one actually made me think a bit

Kirk Hammett

Cliff Burton

James Hetfield

Robert Trujillo

Jason Newsted

Now I know Lars didn't make the top 5, but I absolutely adore the Danish Bastard. But with this list, Jason, Rob, and Cliff all do not get the love and recognition they oh so deserve.

Bonus pics for tax

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❤️❤️Love your blog, boo!!

Hi Daisy!!!

I'm glad you love my shit show of a blog!!! I know I've been fairly absent on here, but I'm making a full comeback! 💖💖💖