#SKOM james

[in-hav3n]

All I can think about is SKOM James asking you to get naughty for him while he's filming your first sex tape together 🤭

[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

some kind of monster ♡

[dy3rs3v3]

Metallica at MTV Icon Honors Aerosmith and Lars with Steven Tyler at the after party, 2002

[killerqueenhetfield]

These two photos make my heart melt

[daddy-ul]

i don’t think james ever DIDNT trust lars. the skom commentary i think is more of a reflection of his results rehab for him. he always needed lars. even during st anger, although subtly…

i would argue for those first 20 years, james didn’t even KNOW what trust was. he was compromised so thoroughly as a child, and had mistrust deeply embedded in him that he assumed it was normal.

obviously this does not make any of his negativity or vitriol in the 90s justified, but i think to assume he knew what he was doing, PLUS the rock n roll lifestyle they were living, he just didn’t know what he had. he had never been able to describe it.

lars was a challenging person to be around in the 90s, but it still always boiled down to Them. 95 in the dungeon. lars trusting james with covers. james trusting lars about the fixxxers and the outlaws. white jackets and all, it was always still Them

and so james goes through rehab, and he doesn’t Reset his feelings. he LEARNS about them. he LABELS them. james said he didn’t trust lars because trust was a NEW thing to him. whatever happened in the 20 years prior was just misconstrued and mislabeled. it wasn’t until 05/06 that he suddenly realized that it was trust all along.

to label the first 20 years as trust initially to him would have been terrifying!! he said he didn’t trust lars but he MEANT that he didn’t understand how his relationship with lars could have been trust, because that was such a new thing for him. the empathy, the emotional dependency, that scared the shit out of him.

it was just love though. and he didn’t know what that looked like. and so when he was given a mirror, it frightened him. because it was probably explained to him as sensitive and fragile. but that was never them.

what they had was all-consuming. and nobody told him that was possible.

This is me, signing under this, BC I totally agree with you. I didn't specify in the moment bc I wanted to stay on track but yeah!

Without invalidating James' feelings in the moment, he TRUSTED Lars and he did for 20 years and it's undeniable.

Just... Like, James doesn't like to be touched that much, just look not only how comfortable he is while Lars does it, but how James initiates often enough (a thing he doesn't do with a lot of ppl), that's a sign of trust for sure, from someone like him!

But as you said, in that specific moment in time, he couldn't see it. And I always loved how he described it "all I feel is static from you". Because what happens when your TV doesn't connect? Static.

For the first time they struggled to connect on something important. And James was honestly trying to tune to Lars' channel-- and he felt like there was only static there (and kinda blamed Lars for it?, bc he couldn't fathom any other possible explanation, BC. Like. They never had problems in tuning to each other). And Lars too says that he never felt so disconnected from him.

Urgggg, I'm babbling. Anyway! I totally agree with you, 100/100. And I hope my post didn't come out blaming James or being harsh towards him (or even worse, painting Lars as a victim, which he is not).

I will not add anything else BC you said it better than I ever could.

[the-mighty-het-speaks]

James Hetfield on the cover of HARDFORCE's 'Metallica Live In France' anthology

[disco-cola]

dude i wanted to make a post about the way i feel about jason newsteds treatment while he was in metallica but it just escalated and turned into a little essay that’s too long to post on here so i just wanna say at this point i hope he’s happy and has a good day today 😤

[iamonlyhereforthefreefood]

30 minutes into this documentary and I'm already agreeing with that one Letterbox review that's like "Kirk Hammett deserves a purple heart for this"

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Would you consider writing a Reload/SKOM James x tomboy!reader? Maybe she’s a car mechanic (and that’s how they met, cause I think around that era he really got into cars) so she doesn’t really do make up, sexy outfits, etc. but she starts to notice that James never introduces her as “girlfriend”, but only as a friend. At first she thinks that he wants to keep relationship private but then she finds out that James is a bit ashamed of dating a “tomboy”; so out of spite she asks her best friend for a makeover and goes on a date with someone else? James finds out, crushes the date and finally admits he screwed up?

I loved this idea, I hope you like it!❤ (Girls, always dress as you want and not for others, no one has the right to change. Be yourself!💕)

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Tomboy in a Twist of Heels

I’d always been more at home with engines than I was in a shopping mall or a fancy restaurant. I loved getting my hands dirty, working on cars, and fixing whatever needed fixing. So when I first met James, it wasn’t because of his fame or the fact that he was the frontman of Metallica — it was because he was a car guy, just like me. He’d show up at my garage with his collection of classic cars, and I’d spend hours helping him with whatever project he had going on. He was intense, smart, and easy to talk to — especially when the subject was cars.

We never really talked about our relationship. He’d come by, we’d hang out, maybe grab a beer after work. I didn’t care about the Hollywood rock star life — the leather jackets, the wild parties, the “groupies” that were probably lingering around him at every corner. And I didn’t care about all the attention he got. That wasn’t why I liked him. It was the way he treated me when we were together. The way he listened when I talked about carburetors or suspension systems.

But there was one thing that started to bug me. James would always introduce me as a “friend.” A friend. No “girlfriend,” no “this is Y/N, she’s special to me.” It was always just “friend.”

At first, I thought maybe he wanted to keep things low-key. After all, he was in the spotlight all the time, and he wasn’t the kind of guy who needed more attention on his private life. I could get that. But after a while, it started to eat at me. I wasn’t a “friend,” I was his girlfriend. We’d spent months together, had plenty of intimate moments, but he never once acknowledged it outside of our little bubble. Why wouldn’t he just own it? Why wouldn’t he call me what I was?

One afternoon, after yet another “friend” introduction, I finally decided I’d had enough. I needed to know what was going on. If he wasn’t going to tell me, I was going to make him see me in a way that he couldn’t ignore.

I replayed that moment in my head. “This is Y/N, she’s a friend.” The words stung, but it wasn’t just that. There was something in the way he said it — like he was embarrassed. And that’s when it hit me. He wasn’t just keeping our relationship private. He was ashamed of me. Ashamed of me being the girl I was — the girl who didn’t care about makeup or dresses, who didn’t fit into the stereotypical rock star girlfriend mold. I was a tomboy — and that was what he couldn’t handle.

The realization hit like a slap in the face. And it made me angry. Not because I was ashamed of who I was — but because I realized that he was.

I called up Mia, my best friend, and filled her in.

"I need a change," I said, wiping grease off my hands as I leaned against the workbench, staring at the open hood of a Mustang. "I need to make James really see me."

Mia raised an eyebrow. “A makeover?”

I winced a little, but nodded. “Yeah. Maybe if I look different, maybe if I look like someone else, he’ll realize what he’s missing. Maybe then he’ll actually see me, instead of just his ‘buddy from the shop.’”

Mia didn’t need to be told twice. A few days later, I found myself sitting in a salon chair — me, the girl who hadn’t used a curling iron since high school. Mia styled my hair, helped me with makeup (subtle, just enough to highlight what I had), and picked out a dress I never thought I’d wear — a deep red, tight-fitting thing that hugged my curves in all the right places. It felt weird, walking around in heels instead of boots or sneakers. But it also felt… good.

When I stepped into the mirror, I barely recognized the woman who was staring back at me. I wasn’t used to this version of myself. But something about it — the look, the confidence — made me feel like I could finally take control. Like I could be seen.

I wasn’t sure exactly what I was hoping for, but I knew one thing: I wasn’t going to keep letting him ignore what we were.

That night, I had plans to meet Nick, some guy I’d met at a local club a few weeks back. Nothing serious — just a way to make a statement. To show James what he was missing. To prove that I wasn’t just going to sit around waiting for him to figure his shit out.

The restaurant was fancy — the kind of place where the lights are dimmed just enough for people to think they’re on a date but not enough for anyone to actually see your face clearly. When I stepped inside, I saw James. He was walking past the window, probably heading to some meeting or another, but the moment he saw me, he froze.

I turned toward Nick, putting my attention on him, flashing a grin like I didn’t have a care in the world. But I noticed the way James’s eyes lingered on me, how he tried to make sense of the woman sitting there. The woman I was now.

I could feel James staring, could feel the weight of his confusion. But I didn’t care. I didn’t.

I got up from the table, purposefully walking past him without even acknowledging his presence.

“Y/N?” James’s voice cut through the air, rougher than usual.

I looked at him with no more emotion than a passing acquaintance. “Hey, James,” I said, before turning back to Nick. “This is Nick. We’re just getting to know each other.”

I could see James trying to figure out if this was real or some kind of joke. He was caught off guard, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for him. Not anymore.

“Can we have a word?” James asked, his voice low, his eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite place.

I stood up, taking a slow breath as I gave Nick an apologetic smile.

“I’ll be right back. Can you give us a moment?” I asked, before stepping away, my heels clicking sharply against the floor as I made my way toward James.

James immediately stepped forward, his face tense, his hands in his pockets as he walked with me outside. The chill of the night air hit me, and I pulled my jacket tighter around my body. James fell into step beside me, but neither of us said anything for a few seconds.

We stopped in front of my car, the silence hanging between us until I turned to face him. “What is it, James?”

He seemed to struggle with his words, running a hand through his hair before looking at me, his eyes filled with something I hadn’t seen before—guilt. “Look, we need to talk.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Then talk.”

He hesitated, his voice low, more raw than usual. “I screwed up, Y/N. I’ve been an idiot. I should’ve never acted like I was ashamed of you. I was scared. I didn’t know how to handle things, and I thought—hell, I thought you deserved someone better, someone who fit this image of what a ‘girlfriend’ is supposed to look like. But I was wrong. I was just a damn coward.”

His words hung in the air, and I felt my chest tighten as I looked at him, trying to absorb what he was saying. This was a lot. But it wasn’t enough to make the anger go away just yet.

“You were ashamed of me?” I asked, my voice trembling a little with the weight of it all. “Of who I am?”

“I know it sounds stupid,” he said quickly, running a hand over his face. “But I was scared. Scared of what people would think—scared of what it meant to be with someone like you. Someone who doesn’t fit the mold, someone who’s not trying to be someone else. I see it now, though. I see how messed up I was.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling a mixture of hurt and relief flooding through me. “You should’ve figured that out before, James. Not after I had to make you see me.”

“I know,” he said, voice full of regret. “You’re right. But I’m here now. I don’t want to hide it anymore. I want the world to know you’re mine. You’re my girlfriend. I’m proud of you. I’m proud of us.”

I stood there for a moment, considering his words. The anger was still there, but it was fading slowly. “It’s not just about saying it. It’s about showing it. You should’ve shown me that from the start.”

He nodded, his eyes softening. “You’re right. I won’t mess it up again. I swear it.”

I let out a breath, the tension leaving my body. “I’m still pissed, James. But… I’m willing to listen.”

“Thank you,” he said, his voice sincere, almost a whisper. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out for mine. “Can I make it up to you?”

I looked up at him, still unsure but letting myself believe in his words for once. “You can start by giving me a real date. No hiding. Just you and me.”

A small smile broke through his serious expression. “It’s a deal.”

He reached for me, pulling me into a tight hug. “I’m not letting you go. Not again.”

I pulled away a bit, feeling a sharp ache in my feet. These damn heels were killing me. I let out a long sigh, wincing. “James, I swear I’m gonna lose my mind with these shoes. I hate them. They’re killing me.”

He chuckled, glancing down at my feet. “I’m sure you look great in them, but I can see how that’s not much of a comfort right now.”

“I’m done,” I muttered, shifting my weight and practically glaring at my shoes. “I’m leaving them right here.”

Before he could say anything, I kicked the heels off with a frustrated huff, watching them tumble to the side.

James raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin spreading across his face as he watched me. “You really just gonna leave them there?”

“I’m not walking another step in these.” I crossed my arms, trying to look defiant, though part of me felt a little ridiculous standing barefoot on the pavement.

James’s grin softened into something more playful, but there was a hint of seriousness in his eyes. “You know, you’re something else, Y/N”

Then, without any warning, he stepped forward, bent down, and scooped me up into his arms, bridal style. I froze, caught off guard as I gasped in surprise.

“James, what the—” I started, but the suddenness of it stopped me mid-sentence.

He looked down at me, his expression half-amused, but something else—gentle—seemed to slip through. “You’re not walking barefoot on the street. I’m taking you home. I’m not gonna let you suffer in those heels anymore.”

I blinked at him, my heart racing, my feet dangling in the air. “What? Are you—seriously?”

“Yup,” he said, grinning, but there was more sincerity in his voice now. “I’m here to save the day. I owe you that much.”

I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “You owe me?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, his voice softer now, the teasing replaced by real regret. “For not treating you like you deserve earlier. For hiding you away. For being an idiot. Let me make it up to you. Even if it’s just carrying you to the car.”

I chuckled despite myself, my mood lightening. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” he said, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “But I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make things right.”

And with that, he began striding confidently toward his car, holding me effortlessly like I was the most important thing in the world. I relaxed into his arms, feeling the weight of the night lifting away, the tension between us slowly dissolving.

He opened the door, carefully placing me in the passenger seat, and gave me a warm, almost apologetic wink. “Next time, I’ll make sure you’re wearing something more comfortable. And I’ll make sure you’re never ashamed of who you are. I promise.”

I smiled softly, feeling something shift inside me. “I’ll hold you to that,” I said, looking at him as he closed the door gently.

He walked around to the driver’s side, his movements more tender than usual. As he started the car, I let out a soft sigh, finally feeling the tension melt away.

James glanced over at me as we pulled out, his eyes soft but focused. Then, without saying anything, he rested his hand gently on my thigh, his touch grounding, reassuring. It was a simple gesture, but the warmth of it spread through me, making me realize something.

Maybe it wasn’t about the shoes or the date or any of that. Maybe it was about him finally seeing me. The real me. The one I didn’t need to hide. And that was enough.

I looked at him, a soft smile tugging at my lips as I rested my hand on his. He glanced over at me, giving me that same small, sincere smile in return.

[broidobe]

𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔢

requested by 🦐!!! soooo soooo sooo happy you liked the skom james fic!

☾an intimate moment in a hotel room shifts dramatically when you ask jason to unleash his untamed passion, transforming your relationship forever☽

☾warnings: smut, power dynamics, rough smut☽

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you lie in bed, jason's strong arms wrapped around you, his calloused hands gently stroking your skin. it's 1986 and metallica is on the rise, but in this moment, all that matters is the two of you, lost in the intimacy of your hotel room. jason's always been a gentle lover, taking his time to make sure you're comfortable, to make sure you're ready. but tonight, something inside you snaps. you need more. you need him to unleash the beast that lies beneath his calm exterior.

you look up at him, your eyes locking onto his, and whisper the words that will change everything: "jason, i need you to be rough with me." at first, he hesitates, his eyes searching yours for any sign of uncertainty. but you can see the spark of excitement ignite within him, and he knows that you're serious.

he takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling beneath your touch. his hands tighten around your wrists, holding you in place as he positions himself above you. you can feel the tension building inside him, like a coiled spring waiting to be unleashed.

and then, in an instant, he snaps. his gentleness gives way to a fierce passion, his body pounding into yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless. you feel yourself being pushed into the mattress, jason's weight crushing down on you as he drives into you again and again.

his hands are everywhere, gripping your hair, pulling your legs apart, holding your hips in place as he slams into you. you feel like you're being consumed by him, like he's devouring you whole. the room around you melts away, leaving only the two of you, lost in a sea of sweat and flesh.

you beg him for more, your voice hoarse from screaming, and he gives it to you. he fucks you harder, faster, his cock pounding into your pussy like a jackhammer. you feel yourself being lifted off the bed, your body weightless as jason holds you up with his thrusts.

the world goes white as you cum, your orgasm ripping through you like a tornado. jason follows close behind, his body stiffening as he empties himself into you. you collapse back onto the bed, exhausted, and spent.

as you catch your breath, you realize that jason has changed. the gentle lover is gone, replaced by a man who is confident in his desires. he looks down at you with a new-found intensity in his eyes.

you know that nothing will ever be the same again.

[dy3rs3v3]

Metallica doing sound check before the St. Anger bonus DVD session at HQ, March 2003

Pics by Niclas Swanlund

[grazi-your-rockette-queen]

plus some sfw and nsfw of James hetfield (preferably black album era like early 90s) thank youuu :)))

ok ok ok

sfw

-he’s got this intimidating aura and everyone kinda thinks he’s scary but you don’t think they could be more wrong

-he’s very caring and soft with you, i always think abt how his talking voice in most of skom is soft and patient and calm and like i feel like that’s the voice he would use with you all the time

-he tries his very best to deal with his anger better because he hates when he upsets you in any way, including if he lashes out on you on accident, he always apologizes sincerely and makes it up to you

-physical touch is his love language for sure, he wants to be close to you allllll the time. he likes when you hold his arm cuz it makes him feel big n strong >:3

-you’ve helped him with being able to properly express his emotions a lot, he feels the most safe and vulnerable with you compared to anyone else

-if anyone messes with you, he’s protective but he doesn’t immediately go to beat ‘em up or anything, he just has that intense and intimidating personality to other people and he is usually able to scare em away without getting into fights

-he’s really shockingly good at being thoughtful and remembering special stuff that you like or is important to you

nsfw

-obviously, he likes dominating you all the way

-he can potentially be rough or gentle, most of the time he chooses which route he takes based on what you’re feeling up for

-but he’s always your dom

-he takes really good care of you, by the 90s he’s pretty experienced and educated in the sense of knowing how to make you feel good

-sometimesss he kinda uses his scary stage persona in bed, like he’s mean and what he says goes, but you giggle to yourself bc you know he’s really a big softie deep down

-i think in the 80s and maybe some of the early 90s he was a little less romantic and sensual in bed but eventually he grows to prefer being more slow and meaningful

-he kisses you better after if he ever hurts you during sex, like bruises and bite marks

-and he holds you. the whole time. during, after. he just loves being in close contact w u as much as possible <3

[daddy-ul]

let me second that anon and say I too would very much appreciate any and all analysis of their friendship and James POV specifically. that 95 interview where he talks about Lars being the keeper of the secrets lives in my mind rent-free

i take this as a free rant card fhkdfhkdsdf not my fault.

let's talk about mr james trust issue hetfield, starting from 90s tallica (which. 👀👀👀 every time i talk abt it to my non tallica friends they are like "wh what the fuck?" and that's the only sane response)

when I think abt the codependency twins and secrets I usually think about this James interview from Rolling Stones 93

"There's little whispers and little games and little crap that goes on. But when it comes down to a problem, something serious going on, we go to each other, and there's no bullshit. When there's something serious being talked about, it's not talked about with the other guys or with anybody else. It's like an unwritten law. And I definitely like that."

I remember reading it and going "it was... almost normal, until you specified that 1) it was a silent law 2) you liked it that way

I dont think saying that James has trust issue is something controversial or new, so im taking that for granted to focus on WHEN he gives his trust and how with Lars he constantly gave it and took it away for DECADES.

A part from the fucked up part where you relish in having a secret deep bond that separates you from the rest of your bandmates + the fact that you dont even needed to state the rule for the rule to be born... what james is saying here is "when there is something important, i can trust him" and more specifically "i choose to go to him and no one else" (and the sentiment goes both ways but lars' side is not the point here) "because i trust him and not the other guys with what i consider important".

Now, imagine knowing this, having read this interview and many more, where EVEN IN THE 90S --even at the peak of rock 'n roll lifestyles, dysfunctions, white jackets, "little games, little whispers", aesthetic debates and so on-- you remember that EVEN THEN Lars talked about how the two of them had a lot of fights but couldn't bear to let pass more than 3 minutes before going to the other and apologize. And, uno mas: you have lars going around being happy that they both had children in the same year and talking about them growing older together!

THEN, be me in 2020, finally getting the This monster lives! book (the book abt the making of SKOM) and you read this:

JAMES: [...] I want to feel some trust. (to Lars) I just feel static all the time from you. PHIL: (to James) What would it take for you to trust him? JAMES: I have no idea. PHIL: No, what would it look like? JAMES: With him? I don't know. I don't know if I've ever seen it.

apart from me being gutted (bc believe me that if my 15+ year friend said that to me i would have had trouble breathing) i was.... disoriented? perplexed? like, yeah, it was a tough period and I can imagine that James would have some difficulty trusting Lars in that moment but... the last line? talking like trusting lars or lars being trust worthy was something that never could happen?? it. it doesn't make any sense.

He is not trying to be mean or hurt lars, he is being sincere and he is honestly trying to resolve their issues. He is saying what he is feeling in the moment.

and that goes even more sideways when Lars confesses his needs and vulnerabilities regarding James and--

JAMES: It doesn't hit me right... I don't know... PHIL: Doesn't hit you right, meaning you think he's bullshitting you? JAMES: Sure.

He doesn't even trust what Lars is saying IN THIS MOMENT. Not a word from his mouth. how could it be? How you can go from being weirdly proud of having a secret cult with only two members to *move hands* this.

He says, and i quote, "because there's been twenty years of mistrust", so basically every single year of their friendship (look at me jumping out of a bridge at this part because jesus FUCK it would hurt less). And look, I dont know them, and you can lie to the press, you can lie to the fans, you can act and pretend all you want bc it's the show business -- so it could be that all the times before james lied.

But if i believed in those lies,, so had Lars bc not long after that he fucked right off the room to take a breather.

But let's put to the side this, because Phil was a good therapist and took James through his reasonings about trust and especially why he feels this distrusting towards Lars in particular:

JAMES: [...] Like, when I walked in, I wanted to hug everyone in the room, but I didn't want to hug you. There's how I felt. It's not a lack of love. I didn't feel like touching you that way. I was carrying some of that ugliness, and it's not good for me. PHIL: And when he reached out for you, did you feel it was genuine? Or would you prefer to believe it wasn't, so you could feel safe? JAMES: Sure, that's the safest way to go, for sure. PHIL: So mistrust is a defence against being hurt. I mean, the more we find a reason not to trust somebody, the safer we feel. The closest relationships have the most difficulty with trust. JAMES: Uh-huh. KIRK: That's. Uh. Pretty amazing. JAMES: Because there is so much more to get hurt with, or so much to lose.

Basically, Lars was special.

That's it. That's the deal.

What James feels towards Lars is so big, it could go so wrong, it could hurt so much- that is better not opening to it, not trusting it --him.

Knowing this, all the parentheses click shut behind.

This is a big turning point in their approach to one another, imho. On Lars' end too, but you asked abt James so I'm gonna contain myself.

But I gotta say that, in MY OPINION, ABSOLUTELY OPINIONATED VIEW BASED ON WHAT I'VE SEEN AND NOTHING ELSE SO TAKE IT FOR WAT IT IS-- Lars after this learned not to need James so much, or he tried to. He confessed that he had a special need for him, to have a special connection, on a deeper level. And, like, it happens, when it happens in friendships is BRUTAL (have you ever considered someone your absolute bff to then discover they just thought you a casual friend? IMAGINE AFTER 20 YEARS).

So, to me, it felt like... He started to ask less, to ask of James what he would ask of his other friends and no more.

What did James do?

Started to point out how Lars was instrumental in the earlier days

Gave a lot more compliments and started to consistently underline in a positive way the length of their relationship

Saying OUT LOUD that he is special to him

Doing the weird thing that he does 85% of the time when the interviewer ask about Metallica in general and he just brings up Lars, only Lars. DUDE YOU HAVE OTHER 2 BAND MEMBERS (I don't think he does it consciously sjsjsjsjs and he loves rob and kirk! BUT DUDE)

I'm gonna expand the last one BC it was the first that I noticed back then. Mind you, Lars had always had Lars Privileges™️, I'm not even listing things bc it's everywhere, but now? like, 2005/6 going forward???? James consciously and openly let him and djjeksksksksk Lars noticed and basically did what he always does (the little shit): run with it to see how far he could push. Famously from that era: he wore NAKED AND SWEATY James embroidered bathrobe, saying that if someone could, that would be him, sitting on James' special stool, because he could. and then he started saying embarrassing shit about them in front of him, with James just ignoring him or looking in the middle distance, like "why the fuck he is like that" BUT LETTING HIM.

>>>>>> he lets them do whatever the fuck he wants with him.

HE STARTED TO SPELLING IT OUT, HE IS NOT AFRAID ANYMORE.

Where is the gifset abt the XXX anniversary where James said "I know that Lars is doing stuff behind me" --and Lars immediately starting doing that-- "but it's okay because only Lars can do that".

All of this to say: they always have been like this to a degree, now James just lets himself (and Lars) live it as it is.

Look at them being sixty and living their best weirdo life.

[ju1ian]

the extended scene from SKOM where they are at the table arguing about the 'James leaves at 4 PM' rule where James very quietly says "I'm more important than Metallica" is weighing heavily on my mind right now.

[heavnlyhetfield]

IDK IF IM A DUMBASS OR WHAT BUT IVE NEVER SEEN THESE BEFORE, WHERE ARE THEY FROM?!?!!! these make me feel delusional....

OKAY DO YOU REMEMBER THAT TED BUNDY NETFLIX THING

“extremely wicked, shockingly evil and vile”

YEAH THE DIRECTOR WORKED ON SKOM SO JAMES GOT A LITTLE PART IN IT

[autumnalreaper]

Thoughts on the new song: It seems to me that there are a lot of callbacks to their other material; Lux Aeterna felt like a love letter to Kill 'Em All. Need to give Screaming Suicide another listen, but this latest offering included some lyrics I'm pretty sure James was messing around with during the filming of SKOM. The "temptation" part, you know? I'm wondering if these callbacks are a theme we'll see throughout the album, given the concept behind it (first 18 years of our lives). I feel like that would make sense. Anyway, it's good stuff, I'm really enjoying it.

you’re so right, lux DID feel like a love letter to kill em all. and yes, i totally agree, i think there is going to be a theme throughout the album that pay homage to past albums/songs. i noticed people said lux reminded them of hit the lights and saw a lot of ppl comparing the new one to eye of the beholder. i think it’s really fun and they seem to have been having lots of fun with it, including teasing songs, filming the videos, all of it. i haven’t listened to if darkness had a son more than once yet, so i haven’t formed a solid opinion. i think it’s gonna take me a couple listens to really get into it, lux and screaming suicide took me a few listens also to really fall in love.