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louwitcher · 29 days

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I'm your dream, make you real

I'm your eyes when you must steal

I'm your pain when you can't feel

Sad but true

#metallica #thrash metal #sad but true #black album #Spotify

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garyholt · 7 months

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Metallica - Am I Evil? (Switched Instruments, Live 1992)

#video #metallica #lars ulrich #james hetfield #kirk hammett #jason newsted #tba era #black album #90s #uploads

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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 3 months

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Metallica

#metallica #black album era #black album #self titled #james hetfield #lars ulrich #kirk hammett #jason newsted #thrash metal #90s #90's #usa #metal

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kb-p2730 · 6 months

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#speed metal #metallica #US thrash metal/speed metal scene #anthrax #megadeth #90s thrash metal era #black album

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animalb0y · 9 months

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Happy Birthday James Hetfield

60 anos!! ⚡️🤘🏻🎉

#James Hetfield #Papa Het #Metallica #Kill 'Em All #Ride The Lightning #Master Of Puppets #...And Justice For All #Black Album #The Black Album #Load #ReLoad #Garage Inc #St. Anger #Death Magnetic #Hardwired... to Self-Destruct #72 Seasons #Metal #Heavy Metal #Thrash Metal

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liltingoddesss · 10 months

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thinking about writing a story <3

black album james x reader OR original character (not sure yet, i'll probably post a poll soon)

#james hetfield #metallica #papa het #james #hetfield #black album #fanfic #fluff #smut #angst #i need him #i'm excited about this idea #hope y'all like it

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m3t4llica-4-l1fe · 4 months

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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