#james hetfield 1989

[dy3rs3v3]

Metallica out in the snow, Alaska, USA, 1989

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Pics by Ross Halfin

#justice era my most dearly beloved #look at them! #shades a must #metallica #james hetfield #lars ulrich #kirk hammett #jason newsted #1989 #metal #ajfa era #ross halfin

[popculturebaby]

James Hetfield at a pub in 1989 😍

#james hetfield #metallica #thrash metal #1989 #celebrities #iconic #pop culture #80s #80s thrash #80s bands #late 80s #80s aesthetic #80s nostalgia #80s rock #80s music #80s singer #80s metal #1980s

[kirkybabygo]

James Hetfield interview for Music Tomato World Japan 1989 🇯🇵

Filmed on March 15, 1989 in Troy, New York

#james hetfield #metallica #my gifs #1989 #ajfa era #ah yes the iconic music tomato world interview #i need him so bad #his silly lil expressions <3

[jimmorrisonfants]

1989 Metallica & Jim Martin of Faith No More covering The Misfits Last Caress.

1989 Mountain View

#jim 😃 #goofy #jim martin #james hetfield #metallica #faith no more #music #tumblr #video #live #rock #song #album #kirk hammett #jason newsted #lars ulrich #black album era #1989 #last caress #the misfits #thrash #thrash metal #80’s #LOL #danzig

[garyholt]

#uploads #metallica #james hetfield #ajfa #1989 #and justice for all #jeez

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

#Metallica #and justice for all era #and justice for all #james hetfield #stage #live #concert #metal #thrash metal #classic heavy metal #80's heavy metal #1988/1989 #usa

[tearmeopen-pourmeout]

From the Metallica Black Box

#metallica #james hetfield #kirk hammett #lars ulrich #jason newsted #first performamce in sydney in 1989! #and what do they do in sydney? sit in a random cave to take some photos #and justice for all #ajfa

[starstruck76]

Scan from one of my magazines I still have because I refuse to let go of some things. 

#Metallica #RIP Magazine #1989 #Tommy Lee #Sebastian Bach #Steven Adler #Guns N' Roses #Skid Row #Motley Crue #Axl Rose #Metal Magazine #80s metal #80s #James Hetfield

[fuk-emup]

⋆༺𓆩Summer Breeze𓆪༻⋆

James Hetfield x female!reader

Warnings: smut, beach sex, fingering, unprotected piv, kind of fluff, breeding.

It was a summer in 1989 in Los Angeles, you were on the beach with your boyfriend, James... the people were already leaving the beach, the sunset was beautiful. "Babe, can you put sunscreen on my back?" James asks, smiling at you, he was putting sunscreen for a sunset, but he just wanted to feel your hands massaging his skin.

"Of course!" You say excited, you jump behind James and take the sunscreen, put sunscreen on your palms and start rubbing it on James's back, massaging it while admiring his sexy broad back, smirking as you see your scratches, feeling proud... hearing James groan at your massages. "Is that okay, Jamie?" You ask him quietly as you keep massaging his back...

"Oh- yeah, that feels really good..." James whimpers as you move towards his shoulders, also massaging them softly, as he enjoys your touch.

After a while, massaging his shoulder and making him groan, you decide to place yourself in between his thighs, facing him. "Hi..." You whisper softly, James admires your features while you put more sunscreen in your palm.

"Hi, gorgeous girl.." James whispers back, smiling at you. You smile back at him, all flustered... you start massaging his chest, making James lay down on the towel, now you're straddling into him. massaging his chest, with a bit of blonde hairs. You glance at James's face, looking at his features, turned into a pleasure expression as he casually moans softly.

"Stop..." he says from sudden, making you stop and get confused at this. did you do something wrong?

"What's wrong?" You ask, confused as you move your hands away from James's body, scared of having commit a mistake.

"Nothing, just wait.." James places his hand over your thigh, looking around looking who's in the beach. You look around trying to find out what he is looking at... "The beach is pretty empty," James says with a smirk on his face as he strokes your thigh, up and down and giving a light squeeze to your hip.

"What do you mean?" You say, trying to act like a dumb, who doesn't know what he means, while James glances at your half-naked body.

"Well, you got me excited with your massage, really excited, Darling.." James strokes your left hip as he keeps admiring you and your body. You look around, seeing a couple walking far away, and about 6 persons.

"What if we get caught?" You ask, wanting to but feeling a little scared about getting caught.

"We won't, trust me, everyone is far away..." James keeps stroking the sides of your body, as you still straddling him and feel him grow hard under you and his shorts. Slowly, James switches your position. Now, him being on top of you, you look up at his beautiful blue eyes, admiring his features as he admires yours.

"You're so pretty..." James kisses your lips, kissing him back, from sudden, he pulls away. "You're so pretty and mine..." James kisses you again, but this time, harder and more passionately than before. You and James keep kissing for a long while, James stroking the sides of your body. "The people are leaving.." James whispers softly as he kisses your jawline and neck, rubbing your waist.

"Oh yeah? That's good..." You whisper with your eyes closed while enjoying James's kisses.

"Yeah.." he answers as he kisses your tits on the cleavage of your bikini top and over it. You moan softly, James moves your bikini bottom to the sides of your tits, licking around your nipples, making you moan quietly.

James looks up at you as he licks your right nipple, sucking it and playing with your left nipple on his hand, rolling it on his finger. Bitting your own bottom lip, shutting your moans as James plays with your nipples, licking, sucking and twisting them, you can feel James groaning while he plays with your tits.

"James..." You moan his name, looking at him smirking with your nipple on his mouth, him noticing you blushed at his actions.

"Mmm, babe..." James groan as he moves your bikini bottom to the side. "you're soaking wet" James says smirking as he slips his fingers into your slit, dragging them up and down and rubbing your clit in small tight circles. James kisses your lips, your moans being muffled against his lips, feeling his index finger rubbing against your clit and moving his in towards your entrance, teasing you. "I love this pretty pussy.."

You moan his name in between kisses, James pulls away from the kiss and looks at you into your eyes as he slids his fingers in to you. Closing your eyes and opening your mouth, letting soft moans slip out, James smirks at this and crashes his lips against yours as his fingers pump in and out slowly. James's fingers pump faster as his thumb rubs your clit, you and James keep kissing, your moans muffling against his lips as he tongue slips into your mouth.

His lips mouth lower, leaving a trail of kisses from your lips to your collarbone, feeling his fingers pump in you and his thumb rubbing your clit in small tight circles, you try to keep your moans in a low volume. Feeling empty when James takes his hand away from your pussy, both looking into each other eyes, but, you look at his lips while he licks his finger with your fluids, smirking while he does this. "James!..I want you." you whine at this.

James laughs at this and places his left arm beside your head, and he uses his right hand to wrap your legs around him. "i want you too.." James says as he leaves small kisses all over your face, you gasp as you feel his tip dragging from your entrance to your clit, rubbing your clit with his tip.

"Yeah..?" you say, almost like moan, as he keeps teasing you, sliding the tip of his cock in you, and pulling it out. You feel James smirking and laughing quietly. You gasp when James slides his dick in you, both moaning.

"God... you feel so good" James says as he doesn't move so you can get used to his dick, rubbing your clit, as he starts thrusting into you slowly and softly. As the minutes went by, James started a faster and harder pace, placing a his left hand over your lips, muting your moans while he groans and his right hand keeps rubbing your clit, you feel the knot in your stomach forming while he whimpers.

James pace is not fast or slow, but it's hard. The obscene sound of your slick with James', sounding with the sound of James thighs crashing against your butt and thighs.

You both see some people walking, remembering that you're in public, with the adrenaline at its maximum level, and feeling the summer breeze hitting your bodies, with the relaxing sounds of the waves, added to the sunset and your boyfriend fucking you, this is perfect!

You feel James twitching inside of you, his thrust get faster and uncoordinated as the knot in your stomach starts getting tighter. Your moans increase, James' lips kissing yours, your moans being mutted against his lips, as his groans are also being mutted against yours.

James groans become groans and moans as you get tighter around him, both on the edge, his cock twitching. With a last thrust, you realize your orgasm around James' cock, James hand keeps rubbing your throbbing clit, as his face changes into a pleasure expression and he realizes his cum inside of you.

Groaning, James rests his head on your shoulder while both pant and catch your breath after that orgasm. You rub James' back, completely relaxed, James moves and pulls his dick out of you, putting his shorts back on its place, also moving your bikini bottom to the side.

You look into James' eyes as he stares at your tits, James pouts his lips when he moves your bikini top back to its place. "James!" You say you notice his sad face. You laugh at this.

"What?" James also laughs, and he lays next to you, laying on his side and making you also lay on your side. "I love you," James says as he wraps his arms around you and lies his head on your chest.

"I love you too..." You kiss James' forehead, playing with his hair.

"Yeah, but I love you more..." James says giggling, you notice both of you are blushing and giggling.

"I don't think so.." You whisper, looking at James shaking your head.

"I do.. I love you more.." James nods, looking at you.

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This is kind of long, idk, I named it after the type o negative song 🤭.

so I couldn't find pics of 89' James on the beach, but I found other pics from other years of him in the beach/pool (I found more, but there's a limit of pics per post 😪)

#no one cares klyn #james hetfield smut #james hetfield x reader #metallica x reader #metallica smut #james hetfield

[the-hottest-band-tournament]

Round one

Metallica 

Formed in: 1981

Genres: heavy metal, thrash metal 

Lineup: James Hetfield- vocals, guitar

Kirk Hammett- guitar

Cliff Burton- bass

Lars Ulrich- drums

Albums from the 80s: 

Kill 'Em All (1983)

Ride the Lightning (1984)

Master of Puppets (1986)

...And Justice for All (1988)

Propaganda: 

W.A.S.P.

Formed in: 1982

Genres: Heavy Metal, Glam Metal, Shock Rock

Lineup: Blackie Lawless- vocals, bass

Chris Holmes- guitar

Randy Piper- guitar

Tony Richards- drums

Albums from the 80s:

W.A.S.P. (1984)

The Last Command (1985)

Inside the Electric Circus (1986)

The Headless Children (1989)

Propaganda: 

#Round 1 #metallica #w.a.s.p. #james hetfield #kirk hammett #cliff burton #lars ulrich #blackie lawless #chris holmes #randy piper #tony richards #The hottest 80s band tournament #The hottest 80s band tourney #tumblr polls #poll

[dy3rs3v3]

James Hetfield and Jason Newsted posing in the cold in Alaska, USA, 1989

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Pics by Ross Halfin

#theyre such dorks #like #look at them #i love them sm though #metallica #james hetfield #jason newsted #1989 #metal #mmp #set

[billybabyy]

i'll keep playing that goddamn song (if it keeps you alive.)

mentions of: blood, upside down flashbacks.

author note: this is the first time i’m posting something that i’ve written so please be nice 😅 i’m nervous.

word count: 823.

read on ao3.

goes with this moodboard

June, 1989

Dustin shouldn't be here.

He should be celebrating. With his friends. In Mike Wheelers stupid basement like he and the party have been planning since they were twelve. He should be there, not trudging through the headstones of Roane Hill Cemetery.

His suit looks good, tailored to fit him perfectly and even though it's longer now, Steve still helped him with his hair, just like he did for the Snow Ball of '84, he doesn't care about any of it now though, just counts the rows. 1...2...3...4... Until he finds what he's looking for.

Edward Munson.

Dustin smirks, he'd hate it, can hear Eddie telling him to scrap it off and write something cooler every time he comes here. He runs his fingers over the engraving, it's not even that old but it's mostly eroded away from all the profanities him and Wayne took turns scrubbing off that first summer after. It's clean now though as he leans back against it, fiddling with one of the rings on his fingers.

The intro to Master of Puppets plays for what feels like the 100th time in an hour—which is about the amount of time it took him to work up the nerve to actually walk here. It isn't as loud as it was that night, coming muffled through the shitty black headphones hanging around his neck—they're Eddie's... or they were Eddie's, they broke last month, sound only coming out of one side, Dustin has new ones now, orange ones hanging on a hook in his room, but he needed these ones tonight. The music is almost loud enough to drown out the sound of gurgling blood he still hears in his head... almost.

He turns the volume up a little higher.

"End of passion play, crumbling away, I'm your source of self-destruction."

It startles him, James Hetfield screaming in his ears, he usually restarts the song before he even has a chance too, forgets that there's still another seven minutes and thirty seconds of the song he’s never heard. Eddie never played him the part that comes after, just the intro over and over while he was learning it. Dustin can still hear him talking about how he'd sweettalked the girl behind the counter at the RadioShack to get him a copy early. If the after sounds anything like how he feels right now he doesn't care for it, as far as he's concerned, the after sucks... 

He hits rewind and then play, sparking up the joint he had tucked behind his ear over the first strum of Kirk Hammett's guitar—it's the last of what he could save from Eddie's locker before Principal Higgins had it cleared out, kept it safe all these years, hidden away, special for tonight, doesn't care if it's still good or not. He doesn't cough anymore either, not like the first time, not now that he's used to it, just lets the smoke fill up his lungs and let's the too sharp edges of his mind turn fuzzy.

"Bad—ba..." His voice strains, squeaks and crackles like he's back stumbling through the upside down, ankle broken and throbbing, screaming for Eddie, the sound of bats screeching overhead. He turns the music up a little louder, wipes the clammy sweat from his hands on his fancy slacks and tries again, "Bad news first, right?" The silence of the cemetery tugs at him but he takes it as response enough, "Well, bad news... you weren't there." He blows out a shaky breath, blinks away the tears starting to burn behind his eyes and takes a piece of paper out of his suit jacket—folded, even though his mom told him not too. "Good news," He says, unfolding it, tossing it in front of the tombstone, "Good news, I finally graduated."

Rewind. Play.

Everyone had been there, his mom, Steve, Robin, hell, even Wayne was in the front row, the seat beside him left empty... He stares at it. His diploma, doesn't know why Eddie worked his whole damn life for it, it's just a stupid piece of paper, he thinks.

He leans his head back against the grave, tears rolling steady down his cheeks now, "You should've just ran."

The air in the cemetery seems to change, like something's on the other side of it, listening, feels like it's patting him on the shoulder rather than rustling his hair with the breeze. Or maybe it’s just the weed… making his bones feel like jelly and his eyelids heavy, he's too tired to hit rewind again so he decides to just let the song play, see if there's anything in the after worth listening too. And maybe Eddie's three year old weed still has some kick to it because he thinks that he hears it, something to still keep him playing the song over and over, something to keep him from floating away, something to make the after more bearable, he hears it, between the verses, between the strums of the guitar.

"I love you, man." 

tags: @destroya2005

#steve found him asleep in the graveyard and took him home #he’s safe now #i miss them #proud of some parts of this #less proud of others #i hope the point i was trying to make comes through in this #if not oh well #this is as good as it’s gonna get #eddie and dustin #divider by: strangergraphics #stranger things #eddie munson #dustin henderson #eddie and dustin ficlet #m is writing

[kirkybabygo]

James Hetfield - The Thing That Should Not Be 🔥

Live in Seattle 1989 ⚡️

#james hetfield #metallica #ajfa era #my gifs #the thing that should not be #i swear he was possessed during this song #this is my favorite metallica song btw #james’ voice >>> #if you haven’t seen this performance please watch it rn

[kirk-says-wah]

Could I possibly request for your Metallica stories some James/Dave physical hurt/comfort ? With Dave being the hurt one? Set in like 1988 or 1989. Also I'm sorry you are going through a breakup 😭

Or some James/Dave college AU stuff. Literally anything. I just love James/Dave 🫣

I’m so so fucking sorry this took me so long to answer. I know this has been sitting in my inbox since august I can only apologise 😭

Anyways I hope you enjoy, and you can also read it on ao3 here

They’re as close to home as they can get nowadays.

The Bay Area’s only about an hour away from Daly City so he hopes to see some familiar faces in the crowd. He wonders if anyone’ll will even recognise them anymore.

They’re on their last song when James spots him.

A few rows in, head of thick, red hair. Angry sneer he can place anywhere.

It’s a surprise because he thought he’d be back in LA. Neither band really resides in the bay anymore. So it leaves James a little bit startled at the sight of such a familiar face.

He plays as if he hasn’t noticed, even when he can feel eyes bore into his skin. It’s definitely too hot in here.

As soon as they’ve finished, he bids the audience a good night and tumbles off stage with the others.

Lars snakes a hand over his back, patting his shoulder, shouting something that gets lost in the noise of the crowd. James just nods anyway, not really trying to listen, more interested in finding out why Dave was here.

He hits the showers quickly, wiping all the sweat off, ignoring the others’ jeers as he steps out before any of them have even stepped in.

He doesn’t even bother to help out any of the roadies and instead goes out into the crowd in search of Dave.

He comes up empty after fifteen minutes of sifting through the crowd trying to go unnoticed, and guesses Dave probably would’ve left by now. Probably didn’t want to see him anyways.

James sighs, gives one last look before sliding out the mass of people in search of a bathroom.

He shuts himself in quickly, noticing only one of the stalls are occupied.

He’s pissing in one of the urinals when he first notices it, a pair of feet sticking out from under the stall door, like someone’s lying on the floor on the other side.

He frowns, zips himself up and raps his knuckles on the door.

“Hey, are you okay?”

There’s silence, then a quiet “go away.”

It’s snarky, mean. James pauses.

“Dave?”

Dave doesn’t answer, before there’s the sound of retching. James doesn’t wait to be let in, and instead reaches in through the gap in the door and pushes the lock.

As soon as he steps in and closes the door behind him, he finds Dave sat on his ass, head bent half in the toilet bowl.

“Hey,” James says softly, bends down a little to be at Dave’s eye level.

Dave glares at him, spits into the bowl.

“Fuck off, Hetfield.”

James just rolls his eyes, grabs a few tissues before moving forward a little, reaching out to wipe the vomit from Dave’s chin.

Dave continues to glare at him but doesn’t really put up much of a fight.

“Drank too much?”

Dave huffs a laugh, arm coming to settle around his middle.

“Something like that.”

James can’t help the guilt that starts to build in his chest. It’s not his fault, and it’s been years since that fateful day when they told Dave he was fired, but it still makes James feel slightly queasy.

Especially when Dave starts puking his guts up again.

James kneels next to him, holds his hair back.

“Get .. the fuck.. off of me,” Dave spits in between retching but James just ignores him, smooths his hand over his forehead, uses his other hand to rub over his back.

He starts to worry when Dave sits back, eyes closed, panting heavily, and it looks like all the blood’s been drained from his body. This doesn’t look like drinking too much.

James wipes at his chin again. Dave doesn’t open his eyes, chest stuttering.

“Do you need a hospital?”

“Fuck you.”

James takes that as a no, even though he kind of wishes Dave had said yes, mostly because he doesn’t know how to help.

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Leave me alone.”

James huffs. “Not gonna happen.”

Dave squints an eye open at him, looks at him like he’s searching for sarcasm.

“You’re not joking?”

That takes James by surprise. He doesn’t answer at first, and instead wrestles a mostly limp Dave into his arms, letting the guitarist rest his head against his chest.

“I know I fucked up, and I know we left on bad terms, but I’m not gonna fucking leave you like this.”

Dave’s breath is hot against his chest. Arms crawl up to hold onto him.

“Okay.”

James hold him for a little bit longer then, just until Dave’s stopped being sick, and then he hikes him up, an arm around his middle.

“If you’re not going to the hospital, then you’re coming back with me.”

Dave doesn’t really say anything, just grunts as he’s jostled against James’s side.

James bundles Dave into the car and tells the driver to go straight back to the hotel. He knows the others won’t be there yet, it’s usually another hour of post show drinks before they even think about going to bed.

Dave closes his eyes, rests his head against James’s shoulder. It makes James’s heart clench at what he’s lost. When they sacked Dave, he didn’t just lose a bandmate, but also a lover, and he’s never missed that relationship as much as he does right now.

Because he could’ve had this; Dave being by his side. And it hurts.

It fucking hurts to see Dave having fallen so low when he knows he had a hand in it.

He can’t help himself when he reaches over, takes Dave’s hand in his own.

Dave startled a little bit, but doesn’t look at James. But he doesn’t pull his hand away either.

When they get to the hotel, James helps him into the room, depositing him on the bed before getting a glass of water.

“Here,” he says, handing the glass to him. Dave takes it gratefully, downing it in one.

James kneels then, takes off Dave’s shoes one by one, feeling Dave’s eyes watch him closely.

“You don’t have to do this,” Dave says after a moment, voice uncharacteristically small, fragile.

It makes James cringe slightly. He looks up at Dave, meets his eyes.

“I want to.”

Dave blinks at him, face incredulous.

“Don’t fucking mess with me, James. I know when I’m not wanted.”

James pauses, properly looks at Dave. He looks ill, all pale and blotchy in a sickly sort of way, and his face is turned down, obviously expecting James to send him packing. It’s not like he’s never done it before.

Instead James just shakes his head, lets his hand rest atop of Dave’s knee.

“I want to make sure you’re okay.” And I miss you. He doesn’t say it. He wishes he could.

Dave just sighs, lets the top half of his body settle back onto the bed as James continues to unlace his shoes, pulling them off.

He goes for Dave’s jeans then but Dave feebly bats him away.

“Trying to get me into bed or what?”

That comment makes James blush slightly, but he just shakes his head, goes back to undoing Dave’s pants.

“You’ll be more comfortable. And besides, I don’t want you bringing any of that crap from the bathroom floor in bed with you.”

Dave makes a noncommittal noise but lets James pull his jeans off without a word.

“You’re letting me stay in your bed?”

“Well, you can sleep on the floor if you want.”

Dave just stares at him like he’s grown another head. James shrugs.

He pulls the comforter back, ushering Dave under the covers. He grabs the other pillow and takes it to the chair in the corner.

“What are you doin?”

James gets comfortable, which is difficult when he’s bigger than the chair. It’s one of those crappy ones you’d find in high school and it does nothing to quell the ache in his bones.

“I’m gonna sleep here.”

Dave frowns, rolls over slightly to face him.

“Don’t be stupid. Just get in with me.”

James stops, twists a little to look at Dave. There’s no sarcasm in his tone, but James knows that if he takes him up on the offer, he’s reopening up a door he closed long ago.

Dave groans, rests his head back onto the pillow.

“Just get your fucking ass here before I change my mind.”

James hides his smile and quickly shimmies off his pants before climbing in next to Dave, their hands briefly touching as he settles in.

It’s awkward at first, James doesn’t really know what going on between them, but then Dave rolls over, presses backwards until his back collides with James’s chest.

James takes that as his cue to sling an arm around his waist, splaying his fingers over his stomach under his shirt. He buries his face in Dave’s hair, hears Dave breathing falter.

He wants to say something, wants to tell him he’s sorry, that he misses him. That he loves him.

He doesn’t. That’s all in the past and he can’t let himself get submerged back into all that emotion again. He can’t.

Even when Dave snuggles back into him with a sigh. Even when he leans down, kisses Dave’s cheek gently. Even when Dave smiles, closes his eyes.

He can’t let himself fall. Not again. It’s not fair to either of them.

But for now, he pulls Dave in closer, revels in the heat of him, and hides his face in his neck.

#james/dave #metallica fanfiction #metallica #megadeth #my fics #asks #james hetfield #dave mustaine

[fabianexp844]

James Hetfield Original Master of Puppets Guitar 🤯💛

Gibson Explorer 1984, he used them from 1984-1989

@gibsongermany-blog @metallicadaily @jameshetfield

#masterofpuppets #Metallica #jameshetfield #gibsonguitar #explorerguitar #metallica1986 #cliffburton #mesaboogie #guitar

#gibson guitars #master of puppets #james hetfield #gibson explorer #1986 #cliff burton #Original #james hetfield 1985 #vintage #1984 #metallica #metallica family

[watercoloredlie]

James Hetfield, lead singer of Metallica, 1989

Ozzy Osbourne, 1991

And you wonder why people write Eddie Munson with a ponytail sometimes.

#Eddie Munson #Just because you didn’t see metalheads with ponytails doesn’t mean they didn’t exist #Joseph Quinn