breelandwalker: aph-roshia:hailtothepanek:sugar-and-smiles-please:demonica-dawson:time-lord-
breelandwalker: aph-roshia: hailtothepanek: sugar-and-smiles-please: demonica-dawson: time-lord-ramnikul: knitmeapony: demonhamster: despotic: suicidemydarling: gigantorthemooseking: I once went to a concert with a friend (I don’t remember the band, she dragged me along) when I was 16. They were starting a wall of death and this guy who was flirting with me decides it would be funny to pull my top down, exposing my breasts, then throw me in the middle of this wall of death right as it’s about to meet. When I stumble in the middle and hit the wall someone screamed “STOP! EXPOSED GIRL!” and I thought they were all going to oggle at me. Instead, one guy quickly helped me cover up, three more helped me to my feet, and another asked who did that. When I pointed out the guy, two of them looked at him, me, each other, then nodded and punched the guy in the face before forcing him into the wall that was about to form again. Metal men are gentlemenly as shit. This fucking this^^^ I’ve always loved this. I went to my first concert a few months ago and there were these really tall men with black vest tops and tattoos and piercings surrounding us screaming loudly when the music started playing, but then we realised this kid in the crowd had lost his mum so they tried to comfort him and when he started crying they asked him his name and he shakily sobbed “Eliot” at which point they lifted him in the air onto the shoulder’s and shouted at the top of their lungs “ELIOT’S MUM, ELIOT IS LOOKING FOR YOU. EXCUSE ME HAS ANYONE SEEN ELIOT’S MUM!!!” at which point Eliot started giggling between sobs until he finally found his mum while in the air. Seriously, I have felt safer in groups of death metal dudes than in the group of the preppiest preps that ever prepped. Metal guys are one big family. Simple as that. I remember seeing this for the first time like a year ago and not once have I seen it and not reblogged it because this is just amazing. My old coworker was one of those guys. Big, bearded, played in a hardcore metal band. One day another coworker’s laptop was stolen from the breakroom, so metal-head bought him a brand new one. That guy was really a huge teddy bear. My friend is tiny and she was at a concert when she was 15 or something and they were about to do a wall of death and she was right at the front. She started to realise this was not going to end well for her, but then this massive guy next to her picked her up and put her on his shoulders just as it began. After when she asked why, he said “if I didn’t pick you up you would have been crushed.”Metal men are nicer than most. I think the rules for metal dudes are universal.1. Look out for smaller people that could be hurt and help them.2. If someone falls, help them up.3. If you see anyone being a dick fucking pulverise them There was this huge metal dude in one of my college classes. He kept to himself, never really talked during discussion, and everyone was a little wary of him. So this one day, I’m walking back to my dorm and I have to pass this one frat house where there’s a party going on. I try to keep a low profile, but some of the guys spot me and start hooting and coming off the porch. There’s like six of them, so I’m scared out of my mind, and then suddenly they got real quiet. I turn around to find Big Metal Guy standing behind me, scowling to beat the band. He takes a step forward and the frat lads scamper back inside like their asses are on fire. Big Metal Guy then proceeds to very nicely walk me back to my dorm, which is another half-mile or so down the quad, and leaves me safely at the front desk. -- source link
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