#Metalhead dude

[kayden-valcourt]

The Main 5

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[redswaberkez]

Redux with emo/scene hairstyle NOW

bro its not just a phase

[crucifixskullfukk]

paint doodles bc i haven't messed around in paint for a while

[kruxband]

silly familial F/Os reveal!!

morro & harumi are my younger cousins and i care them a lot (despite not interacting w/ their source anymore LMAO)

im okay with sharing them in a familial way but seeing them in any ships (whether canon x canon or oc x canon) makes me really uncomfortable.... also hate seeing sexual comments about them

feel free to send me asks about them!!!!

[female-woman-wiffman-lass]

Though in think tank:

It's just the two of us (three actually, its a tricycle now)

harringroveson, metalsandwhich

just the two of them wanting the same guy and finding each other

while said guy is trying to be filling. they're having the feels and steve is horny. he's fine though. I'll decide if I can keep this going. they will fuck nasty. in like, the next parts.

Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson are hooking up. They've got a good thing going on.

They're into each other, they have stuff in common, be it music, the fashion, their preferences. They're fast and quick. Furious and sharp, all teeth when they're together. Get a thrill and kind of comfort with how consistent and similar they could be. They bounce off and work each other to heights. It feels like it's only the two of them, like steel sharpening steel. In this small hick town.

Billy's always felt a lot, even more now he's stuck here. Always ran hot now he's stuck in a chilly, dreary town, used to feel like he could breathe slow and easy out there but not when he's stuck here. And with Eddie. Well, Eddie always wanted more, knows he's made for more. He's flagging half-heartedly in a small town, and now Billy has to tuck himself in. They both always feel bigger on the inside. No one is like them. Not in the way they know.

No one else feels jagged or rough. Neither Eddie nor Billy know anyone who can stop the itch, the aches in their jaw, the tightness.

Enter Steve Harrington. Just, not really.

Now, Steve seemed exactly nothing like either of them. Yes, he's masculine. A man. But he's not.. like them. Not dark or sharp, probably not what either of them would experience, probably doesn't feel like a whirlwind in his body, doesn't scratch. But it doesn't stop either of them from ogling. Shooting the shit with each other, letting out comments and thoughts on guys the've seen. And even if Harrington was open, or experimenting, or anything that would lead preppy jocks astray, he probably wouldn't be any good. Wouldn't be fun, no matter how pretty. No matter how soft.

Billy and Eddie's standards on the anyone in Hawkins, any man they might think of in the sense they'd think of each other. None for now, just them. Clocked each other so fast and collided with each other like a car crash. But both can agree, yeah. Steve's hot.

Billy's been knowing about it, having been hanging out with Steve. Knowing who he is, mostly on the court. Gets a kind of satisfaction being able to push this boy around.

And Eddie, who's there with his comments as they talk, will also have assumptions. He's known the guy longer. (If he ever really knew him. What more do you need when everyone else knows some.)

"Bill, he's just the usual, man." He takes a drag out of his cigarette, leaning on the side of his van. "Harrington. He's just a dude. I mean we're in Hawkins. Pretty boys like him got to be repressed. One way or another."

He scoffs, turning his head to him, eyebrows raised and hands waving vaguely in front of him, "have you seen him with Tommy? Before you came around those two were—" he puts up a tight fist and shakes it, like it would mean something. "Y'know? Tommy boy's been trailing after him since eighth grade."

Billy let's out a sharp laugh, stealing Eddie's cigarette, "calling me a homewrecker, Munson?"

"Is it homewrecking when you 'wreck' both parties? You ensnare Tommy away from the King and then you come round to have a chat with Harrington in the showers?" He let's Billy have the cigarette, crossing his arms as he leans in closer, "which, what was that about?"

(Eddie's been in this town, longer than the fresh meat Billy was supposed to be. Has seen the King parading around, stuck in his own little world. Head up in the clouds and not bothering to look down and check if his feet were even touching the ground. Til '83 that is.

It was weird. After Nancy Wheeler, sometime in November with all of them being gone for a while after two people go missing —one was Byers' little brother he remembers, he wasn't sure who the other one was, a girl?—only to come back with Wheeler on Jonathan Byers side of all places. Sweet and looking at each other like they've found someone who understands. Found someone who knows life outside. As if they knew there'd be more out there.

And Steve. Steve looked settled. Looked normal and still moving even when he looked at either of them, the couple. Like he knows he's small in this stupid town but doesn't feel tight in his own skin. That even though he hasn't found anyone like that, and even lost something he's still fine. That he's seen more and knows better even when he stood still. He's found out about the same things Byers and Wheeler had. Went through the motions. Was just waiting for a pin drop to be able to live. It fascinated, Eddie. He envied it. He scoffs in his mind, what would Steve Harrington know?

Will he ever get to know? The boy and the why?)

Billy rolls his eyes, taking one last drag from his cigarette before putting it out, dropping it on the concrete for hi to stomp, "fucking nothing, Edward."

Not nothing. He heard Eddie and his 'normal dude' rant. But he can't fool Billy. He knows the guy saw the same thing in Harrington he did. He was different and radiant in this stupid town while also fitting in perfectly. He was fucking lame and didn't know a single thing. But. He also knew some things. Makes it seem like the things he knows were life altering

Harrington was an enigma. A person with thoughts and feelings and in some kind of state. He was your average fucking prep. Image obsessed, vain, and so impossibly normal. And a flea who only knows the jar can't jump over the cap. But Steve. It's like he doesn't care. He doesn't know why he only knows this side of The King's rebrand. How he only knows one side to the story. How he knows Tommy and his weird obsession with Steve and how he left, and turned fucking bitch. Acted like he was now bottom of the barrel. But the King (although Billy has a feeling he isn't one anymore) is fine. Acted like dropping his nuclear friend group and demographic was nothing. Which in the grand scheme of things, maybe it wasn't. But it's supposed to be something, to boys like Steve Harrington. He doesn't know why he cares.

"Ouuh, fucking nothing, Edward, blah blah. Also, don't call me that." He huffs. "You're not the only one thirsting, William. Everyone wants, envies, covets at a piece of Steve Harrington. But again, he's just a dude. Hell, I had the hots for him too. Besides," he knocks shoulders with Hargrove, finger going up to flick at his piercing then to loop around a blonde curl.

"Ya got me right now."

Billy looks at him with considering gaze, before smirking. He straightens up off the van, "you wish, freak." He goes round to the back of the van, opening it up, before crawling in.

Eddie grins, scampering off after him. He pushes the both of them obssesed with Steve Harrington bit away from his mind. He's hanging with Billy.

Steve frowns a bit as he sees both men hop into the back of Munson's van. He was just passing by the parking lot. He sighs, scratching his head. He needs to go to another fucking bar. His nightmares are acting up again. Who knew the eerie light of the pool and his own house lights would make him twitch? What a life. He's okay though, pretty sure.

He smiles as he hops in the car. A night in Indy will fix him up. Surely. It always does. (And although Nancy –and Jonathan suprisingly– were worried, he assures them both as sweetly as he could that it was definitely not alcoholism. It's either more or less better than they expected. But he's glad his new friends slash two wheels he third wheels slash co-monster fighters were worried.)

As he drives off, he takes a glance at the rear view mirror, before shaking his head. Why would they hook up out in the open, in that back of the guy's van in a parking lot? Sure they could be hotboxing or some shit and smoking the weed in that dweeb Munson's lunchbox but Steve doubts that. With how hot the both of then are and how intensely they were looking at each other they were for sure fucking. He thought at least Hargrove would know better.

"Shame, shame," he shrugs, even though no one can see him, his expression set in 'it is what it is.' He wonders what he should wear and what he should order. He licks his lips and hums happily. He gets to feel alive for the weekend.

[wakeupandsmellthecarcass]

Every time I see a TikTok of a metalhead dude with long hair making a goofy video, I know the comments are gonna be filled with "My type I fear..." comments from non-metalhead girls. If he's blond the comments will also be filled with "Omg Kurt Cobain" or "You look like Pelle/Dead from Mayhem".

I feel bad for the long blond-haired metalhead guys. Does it get annoying or do you like the attention from those girls?

(It's like those dudes that say "Goth mommy" in goth women's comments)

[hot-boy-autumn]

Metalhead autumn

[khaosrealms]

Meeting Havik in the midst of a mosh-pit is like meeting a human pin cushion. He’s the sponge for crowd killers— always leaving with a bloody nose and dislocated shoulders. He’s at every show you’ve been to, every set you make a detour to, and he’s always in the mosh pit. Almost enticing you to enter as you stand at the edge. Dropping to the ground by your feet and being dragged up laughing, bleeding, coughing. He’s there, standing across from you as bodies meet bodies and when you step forward, drawn into the music, bashing your skull against the air— Havik is there, waiting for you to begin swinging. Slamming his shoulders into your’s, clutching onto the back of your shirt as you head bang, throwing you into the air and back onto your feet as you fall. Covered in his blood and your sweat. Bellowing with laughter as the drums crash to an end. Your ears ringing as your senses return. “I want to see you again.” He says, clutching onto your forearms, so much taller, barely breathing but so certain. “I want you beat me till I bleed.”

[dimesbags]

ASH’S INTRODUCTION!

Helloo I’m Ash ! ^_^ , I speak English & Russian,

but it’ll be mostly english on here!

he/him

I have a very lovely boyfriend.. ♡

I will most likely post my art here!

I have no DNI list and rarely block..

I’m in the TCC so beware, there will be some insensitive posts on this blog⚠️

speaking of tcc.. I’ve been in the community for over a year now!

this might upset a few people but i do condone most of the time..

I like metal music, computer games and (obviously) True Crime

I flipping love postal, cry of fear and hatred !

Oki thx for checking out my intro Baii ;3

[gallonsoblood]

I would like to tell all of u about my newest oc her name is Copper Wayer (Pronounced Copper Wire) and she used to date Suzie for one month and she likes eating cement and cinder blocks

[16nebulacharms]

wazzup!!!!!

samara (sam) :D

⭑ she/him ⭑ 7teen (grade 11) ⭑ bi ⭑

get 2 know me!!

i love kmfdm, postal 2, coding, negative xp, mountain dew voltage, the clash, films (add me on letterboxd!!), gravity falls, chuck palahniuk books, ao3 (yaoi luvr 4ever), & i also do theatre in school i love play rehearsal with all my heart

dni jerks, racists, fascists, homophobes, etc.

lets be mutuals/bros!!!!!!! 3_3 dms r open!!

[moonshapedbox]

metalhead men are so funny i love them sm bc typically they’re the sweetest and most understanding chivalrous guys u will ever meet. like my dear metalhead work friend who opens doors for me, tells me to get home safe, asks me how i'm feeling, bought me cookies from the vending machine one time bc i was sad & crying during a terrible shift, insisted to buy me lunch bc i didn't bring anything from home and i hadn't eaten anything at all that day. but then i'll walk up to him in the storeroom and be like "hey bro whatcha listening to?" and he'll be like "this song called 'cacophony of organs trapped in a ceiling fan' its sooo good ^_^" and then like he’ll show me his slam metal vocals he’s been working on. genuine metalhead men i will always love you yall have a special place in my heart <3

[itsdareeeh]

I swear I'm so done with the metal community.

[90shetfield]

My top albums on Spotify so far honestly not surprised AT ALL

[sulfursystem]

friendly reminder that you can do activities that seemingly clash with your disabilities and you can enjoy whatever you want

like yes i have chronic pain and fatigue and im autistic, and yes i went in the mosh pit and wall of death at a 5 hour long loud ass metal show. why? cause its fucking fun and fuck you i can enjoy my life however i want to.

does my body hate me even more now? yes. was seeing gwar live worth the pain and soreness and bruises after? fucking absolutely, and id do it again.

im not putting up with my disabilities, my disabilities are putting up with me bitch

[wakeupandsmellthecarcass]

I see so many girls say that they want a "Metalhead boyfriend with long hair" and I think that a metalhead dude shouldn't be your only option, I've only had bad experiences with metalhead dudes in real life (or it might just be that the metalhead dudes in my country are ass)