#james hetfield head canons

[ilovepapahet]

James Hetfield HeadCanons

lord 1999 is so beautiful and beefy I love him oh so much, like guys it’s actually insane

anywho my headcanons for S&M/99

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SFW

he’s comfortable to lay on (I don’t even know if this counts as a headcanon) ether on his arm or chest sometimes his thighs

he’s quite literally your personal bodyguard always standing behind you making sure no one’s in your way (or no one flirts with you)

lots and lots of kisses I don’t know why but he always has to kiss you like before going on stage before you leave for work before he leaves for tour/the studio always you don’t mind it though

Staying on topic with physical affection he needs his arms around you at all times always holding on to you

Literally on your shoulder on your hip/waist (and if your at an event and you’re sitting down his hand is on your thigh)

If you at a show or event with him he always makes sure your not a uncomfortable is anyway asking if your alright or if your overwhelmed and if you need to leave

He wants what’s best for his girl he also loves cooking for you especially your favourite meals (although this can go with any era) even if it might not be the best you still appreciate it

NSFW

He’s a fucking beast in bed (totally not a reference to those pair of underwear he had) he’s folding you in half literally fucking you into the mattress than going into missionary

it’s like he’s bipolar he doesn’t know if he wants to fuck you rough or not

(I read this somewhere but I don’t remember where) Jame is the kind of person to call you a good girl and a dumb slut in the same sentence (especially this era)

he’s also such a tease he’ll fuck you bring you so close to orgasm before just stopping leaving you a sobbing mess

he love to edge you literally making you cry and beg to cum before he kisses you sweetly and fucks you like a animal (NIN reference)

but after all that sex he’s bathing you with kisses and compliments and that you did so well for him before he wraps you in his arms and falls asleep

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sorry this took so long still trying to find the he time and motivation

[ladykailitha]

You know what? I think it's time for another 'blogger yells at cloud' moment.

As always headcanon whatever you want. You do you, I just wanted to vent about these things that bother me.

Today on LadyKailitha's rants:

1- Eddie's hair. I was wondering when I wrote this on Steve's style if there was an Eddie equivalent and I've found it. Putting Eddie's hair up. Now as an artist and a writer, I understand the artists' need to not hide everything under that massive curtain that is Eddie's curls.

But as a writer? It does bother me a bit when people are constantly pulling Eddie's hair up.

Because here's the thing. In the show there are three times where putting his hair up out of the way (he has a handkerchief, he could use it do so) would be a good idea and he just... doesn't.

The first time is after he dives into the lake to save Steve. Having had long hair at that age, let me tell you, that hair was dripping down Eddie's back the whole time it was wet. Yes, even with the jacket on. He could have pulled it up at Nancy's to stop it from doing that. But nope. It stays down.

The second time is when he's making his shield with Dustin. He has the bandana on, but it's on his head and not pulling his hair back.

The final time is when Dustin and he are prepping the trailer against the bat attack. Again, it's only pulled out of his face with handkerchief on his head, but it's still not pulled back.

So all this to say that if Eddie didn't pull his hair up during those times, I really don't think he'd be pulling it any other time. He sees his favorite rockstars Dio, Ozzy Osborne, James Hetfield all rocking long hair and seeing that they don't put it up even after having performed for two hours under hot stage lights and running around on stage and he's going to think that's cool. And do that himself.

I know Joe Quinn looks great with short hair and that Eddie would look great with it short or pulled back, but I just don't think that Eddie would in character, you know?

2- Dougie Teague=The Unnamed Freak.

For those that don't know, Doug Teague is the name they gave the character in "Flight of Icarus" the Eddie Munson novel.

Now there are two slight problems with this.

Firstly, unless Dougie failed his senior year (which could happen I've written him that way once), the senior of 1985 Dougie wouldn't be eating lunch with them or be at Hellfire in 1986.

Secondly, they swap Jeff and Dougie's instruments. In the episode when Carver and his thugs show up at Gareth's, Jeff is seen playing guitar and the Unnamed freak is playing the bass. In the book they're reversed.

Look, I'm not a musician but even I know the difference between the two instruments.

What I think happened is the writer looked at the paper that Carver has when he's trying to find Eddie, saw the name Doug and went with that. Without, you know, actually watching the show.

So yeah, I don't think he's the Unnamed Freak.

Plus, you know, the book is barely canon anyway...lol! I've just been seeing people pick up the name recently and run with it and it weirded me out for some reason. Like I've handled Grant, Archie, Frank, and countless others with aplomb but for some reason Doug was a bridge too far.

[klirk-hammurton]

About Me:

Haaaaa, it's a joke. Sort of. But this pic is a good summary. Hopelessly in love with Kirk Hammett, Cliff Burton, and James Hetfield. It's a helluva love......triangle square-ish thing okay?

Hello and welcome to my thirst show of a blog! What started off as a hyperfixation has turned into a full on obsessive hobby. You can call me Lux, Knox, Noir, B, or Peanut.

My main focus here is Metallica, Kirk Hammett, Cliff Burton, and James Hetfield, but I will occasionally post other artists and bands.

I'll gladly do requests for fics, moodboards, head canons, etc. I aim to please. Guess you could say I have a pleasure blog. I'll take requests, submissions, asks, and anons, so don't be shy.

I am LGBTQ+ friendly so I don't mind writing it. I am 28 years old and for the most part write 18+ material, so no minors PLEASE. Ask box is always open.

This is a secondary blog, so if you receive follows, likes, comments from @moved-to-klirk-hammurton is my primary, I'm just more active here. If you follow me, I will follow you back. Foo Fighters blog is @for-the-love-of-grohl AO3: Ripper_Fixxxer

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[cormorantrant]

While I’m on the subject of Bob... Not that it has anything to do with Bob, just that it was while I was drawing him that I went on this angry rant about authors in my head again. Of course maybe these are just my personal hang-ups. Maybe even surely. Because people are interested in all those interviews and meetings so they could ask questions. About backgrond things... And characterization. But every time I see an author explaining some detail from their work, even the very insignificant one, I’m like... what the hell do you think you are doing?! So yeah..

I have so many thoughts on Bob, so many impressions and suppositions and when I think about him it is this inner monologue of how and why and what if and then I think but I bet there is a pile of interviews somewhere where the author of the story is explaining them all. And just like that I’m in a fit of... lividness. Because...

It’s not just about the work should speak for itself. Don’t quite like this one. Usually it means that if people didn’t catch on to author’s intention it means he did poor job of bringing it to them. But in fact whatever they caught on to every meaning is valid. What, if an apple is sour-sweet and to some it is mostly sweet and to others it is mostly sour someone is in the wrong here? Once I read a quote by James Hetfield where he said that often when he gets fan mail he is surprised by meanings people hear in his songs. But it doesn’t matter, the songs are there for people to feel whatever they feel. These words ring like truth, like what it should be. And I can’t find it anymore, this quote... But whatever. When I read or watch something I build my personal image of whtever happens there and when authors start explaining what they actually meant  they indirectly make my image invalid. Not quite but to some degree because the aothor is the original creator so they have power to er...secure a particular interpretation as the original, the canon. While in fact every work of art is a Schrödinger's cat and the goddamned trap must stay goddamned shut so every possibility stays goddamned valid. 

Even in physical world plant breeders don’t get to tell people what their apples taste like. They don’t have power to make this call. The ultimate decision lies in the mouth of a person who eats the apple. But writers who work with fictional somehow get to tell you what this character’s feelings are, what are their reasons and intentions. And this is actually weird and why would so many do it I can’t fathom. Maybe it is all this marketing cilture where authors traipse around the world trying to attract attention and speaking and answering questions and explaining and publishing spin-offs and books about how things work in their world... And they chip away at all these vast possible visions of their world and what for?

[isolavirtuosa]

Cass & Dean’s Infinite Playlist 1-5

[fanfiction] Dean/Castiel

Canon Compliant Coda

The one where Dean makes a lot of mixtapes.

Parts 1-5/26 under the cut.  Referenced songs playlist on Spotify.

- 1 -

  As the last strains of High Voltage faded out, I reached over to the cassette player and hit ‘eject’, ready for something different.  I eased Baby into the shoulder out of habit, and started rifling through my cassette collection.  Something out of place caught my eye, and I pulled the tape out, squinting at it.

Deans top 13 Zepp TRAXX

I ran my thumb over the lettering, the prayer escaping my lips before I was even aware of what I was doing.  “Cass…”

He was just suddenly there beside me.  “Hello, Dean,” he said, his expression… soft?  Was he actually… smiling?

“Cass?” I repeated, completely thrown off.

“Yes,” he agreed.

���You’re… here.”

“Yes.”

I stared at him.

He stared back, still smiling.

“Where the hell have you been?” I finally mumbled, looking away.  The last time I’d seen him was in the storage room of the bunker after he pushed me away and disappeared into the Empty.

“I’m sorry, Dean, I was waiting for your prayer.  I didn’t want to intrude.”

There was a lot to unpack in that.  “It’s not an intrusion,” I grumbled, elbowing him.  “And I prayed to you every night on earth after you…  I prayed every night.”

“I know,” he said, his tone taking on a regretful tinge.  “I would have come to you if I could have.”

I shrugged, fingers still running over the mixtape.

“I couldn’t hear your prayers in the Empty,” he explained, head tilted as he tried to peer up at me.

“Kinda figured that,” I said, avoiding his gaze.

“Dean?”

“Yeah?” I asked, letting my gaze flick to him.

Blue eyes sucked me in.  “You’re being avoidant,” he said.  “Anyway, when Jack pulled me out of the Empty, my vessel was destroyed-”

“Uhh,” I said, looking his trench-coated frame up and down.

“It was a whole thing, Dean.”

“A whole thing?” I repeated with a snort.

“Yes, the entire universe almost ceased to exist, but anyway, Jack was finally able to recreate my vessel,” he explained without actually explaining anything.  “Unfortunately, you were already gone by that time.”

“Gone, right,” I said, huffing out a laugh.

The light seemed to go out of Cass’s eyes, and he reached his hand out, resting it heavily on my shoulder.  “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there,” he said quietly.  “I reached out to you when I could, and I thought you felt me, but…”

I thought of all those nights I stumbled into my bed, not quite drunk so I wouldn’t worry Sammy, hugging Miracle to my chest and mumbling stupid prayers into his fur, saying things like, “Cass, if you’re out there, please…?”

And sometimes I would hear a sound that made me think of the fluttering of wings, and I would feel a warmth like the hand currently pressed to my shoulder.  Those nights I would fall right to sleep, no tossing and turning, no nightmares, and I would wake up feeling… okay.

“Yeah, I…” I trailed off, then shrugged his hand away as I moved to press the tape I’d been holding into the cassette deck.  The familiar sound of Jimmy Page’s guitar filled the car.

Cass seemed like he wanted to say something.

“I wanna drive,” I told him, moving to put the car back in gear.

“We are in a car,” he said slowly, like he was puzzling out a riddle.

“Perfect,” I said, pulling back onto the road.

What was it Cass had said before?

You’re being avoidant.

I fixed my eyes on the road, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel.

We were usually good at comfortable silence, but there was something lying between us unspoken, straining the silence into something awkward.

So I started singing.

The tension seemed to drain, and I could feel Cass smiling again.  Then he shocked the hell out of me and started to sing along with me.

Anyone who had ever talked about someone having the ‘voice of an angel’ had clearly never heard an actual angel sing.  Cass was mostly tone deaf, though he could occasionally find the melody.

That didn’t really matter to me, though.  We sang as loudly as we wanted, smiling and laughing, and I knew I had my best friend back, like nothing had changed.

Like I wasn’t dead, and he wasn’t the leader of heaven, and he hadn’t said all those things that he said before he went away.

Nothing had changed.

It was my car, and I could be as avoidant as I wanted to.

We were on our second rendition of Immigrant Song when Cass’s voice faded out and he tilted his head, eyes squinted in concentration.

“Dean, I have to go,” he finally said.

“Duty calls,” I said with a shrug.

“Yes,” he agreed.  “But if you find yourself in need of a passenger again, you know how to reach me.”

And then he was gone, before I could get a word out, much less give him his tape back.  So I left it in the deck and sang by myself.

 - 2 -

  Cass didn’t always come immediately when I called.  Sometimes he would appear hours later, looking disheveled.

“Work,” he would explain.

“Tough bein’ the boss,” I’d agree, then I’d go back to driving.

Today we were listening to Metallica.

“It’s a little… loud…” Cass decided.

“Yeah, man, that’s what metal is,” I said, nodding my head to the music.

“But I can’t really hear the words…”

“You a lyrics guy, Cass?”

“Yes, definitely,” he said with a nod.  “I’ve always appreciated the work of poets.”

“Well James Hetfield is a hell of a poet,” I informed him.

Cass squinted, like that would help him hear the music better.

“You wanna borrow a tape?” I offered.  “Listen to it with your headphones?”

“Will that make it less loud?” he asked.

I laughed, shaking my head.  “You sound like an old grandpa.”

“Well, Jack has created many angels, so I would say technically-”

“Uh-uh, no way, that doesn’t count,” I protested, mostly because I didn’t want to be a grandpa, either.

“Could you…?” he started to say, then hesitated.

“What?” I asked, smacking his arm.  “Speak up.”

“Could you… maybe… make me another mixed tape?” he asked, almost shyly.

“Sure,” I said agreeably.

“It’s not too much trouble?”

“Oh, well, you know, I’ll try and fit it into my busy schedule of doing nothing all day.”

“I am being serious, you don’t have to go out of your way-”

“I want to, Cass,” I interrupted him.

“Oh,” he said.  “Thank you.”

“You like mixtapes that much?”

“Well I only have the one,” he said.  “But I treasure it.”

“Is that why you left it in my car?” I teased him.

“Dean, you know why I left it in your car.”

“Do I?” I hummed.

“Dean,” he said, in that way of his that somehow imbued deep yet unfathomable meaning into a single syllable as he stared right inside of me like I was made of glass.

“Yeah, yeah, you wanted me to call,” I said, waving it off.  “You know, you could have just come here yourself directly instead of playing phone tag.”

“I didn’t want to-”

“-intrude, yeah, you said that,” I interrupted him, rolling my eyes.  “Cass, you’re not an intrusion, you’re family.”

His head tilted and his lips parted.  He hesitated.  “I wasn’t sure if that was still true?”

I took my eyes off the road and looked him fully in the eye.  “Don’t be stupid,” I said, then fixed my eyes forward again.

Cass breathed out a little huff of a laugh.  “Okay, Dean, I will try not to be.”

“Family’s family,” I grumbled at him.

“I know,” he said softly.  “It was just… a very long time before you called.”

We were both quiet, the sound of Cliff Burton’s Orion bass line filling the Impala.

“How long have I been dead?” I asked suddenly.

“Years,” Cass replied, a slight catch to his voice.

“Just feels like a few weeks to me,” I said.  “I’m sorry, man, I didn’t realize…”

“I know,” he said again, and he did know.  “I just got… impatient.”

I grinned at that, taking a hand off the wheel to squeeze his shoulder.  “I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

Cass breathed in sharply at the touch, and it was like a jolt of electricity passed between us.

I patted his arm as a means to quickly reclaim my hand without seeming like I was quickly reclaiming my hand.  I placed it firmly back on the wheel.  “So, what do you want on your mixtape?”

He looked at me for a long while.  You’re being avoidant, his eyes informed me.

“Your favorite Metallica songs,” he finally said.  “Like on the Zepp Traxx mixed tape.  I can feel your soul clearly through each song.”

“My soul?” I snorted.

“Music is very powerful,” he stated seriously.

“Really, Cass, my soul?”

“Yes, really,” he said, his nose scrunching up like I was offending him with my disbelief.  “Every song told a story about you and your history, about your parents, about Sam…”

“Uh, they’re just songs,” I said, wondering how it was that dead guys could blush.  “Really friggin’ awesome songs, but just songs.”

“No, a mixed tape is definitely the sacred sharing of your soul,” he said with a shake of his head.

“I’m sorry, do you keep saying ‘mixed tape’?” I asked, desperate for a subject change.

“Yes.”

“Okay, but it’s just mix, Cass,” I informed him.  “Mixtape.”

“That’s what I said.  Mixed tape.”

“Mixtape.”

“Dean,” he growled at me, and I didn’t know if he was annoyed at me for pointing out his mistake, his inability to understand his mistake, his understanding that I was trying to distract him so we didn’t have to talk about real things, or a combination of all three.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said.  “One soulful mixtape coming up.”

It took a while to curate the right songs.  A mixtape couldn’t be rushed.

Okay, so maybe Cass wasn’t so completely off with his chick flick mumbo jumbo.

I tried to have a new tape for him every time he appeared in my passenger seat.

His smile always took over his face as he reached out to accept the latest one, teeth flashing and eyes crinkling in a way that just made it seem like all was right with the world.

 - 3 -

  “This is not your car.”

“Correct,” I said, glancing up from the TV and grinning at Cass.  “You’re just in time.”

“Hey, Cass,” Sam said, giving him a pained look.

“Sam,” he said, smiling warmly at my brother.

“Get out while you can,” Sam whispered.

Cass’s head tilted to the side.

“Come on, Sammy, you love Clint Eastwood.”

“No, Dean, that’s you.”

“Everyone loves Clint Eastwood.”

“Is some kind of romantic entanglement happening?” Cass asked, looking thoroughly confused.

“We’re watching a movie,” I explained, patting the empty couch cushion between me and Sam.

Cass sat down gingerly, like he thought the couch might explode.

“We’ve already watched two,” Sam said, making a face.

“And now Cass is here, so we’re all gonna watch another one.”

“Oh my god, you are so uncool with your old ass cowboy movies,” Sam groaned.

“Uh, that’s not true,” I said, looking at him incredulously.  “I am extremely cool, I have excellent taste, and you like Titanic.”

“Who ever said that I like Titanic?!” Sam demanded.

I just stared at him knowingly.

“Dude, you have no idea what you’re talking about,” he grumbled, looking away and fixing his eyes back on the TV.  “You’re the one who likes Winslet’s rack.”

“I don’t know what either of you are talking about,” Cass offered in a weirdly upbeat voice.

“Have some popcorn,” I suggested, taking the bowl off the side table and passing it to him.

“I do not mind if I do,” he said, accepting it.

“Okay, everyone ready?” I asked, getting excited.

Sam groaned like a drama queen, and Cass started stuffing his mouth with popcorn, so I took that for a ‘yes’ and started up The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.

I immediately got lost in the story, mouthing along with the words.

Sometimes I would catch Cass watching me instead of the screen, an amused look on his face.  I would elbow him sharply and redirect him to the very important action happening on the screen.

Sam fell asleep.

As the credits started to roll, I gave Cass a devious smile and nodded my head towards my sleeping brother.

He squinted at me.

I got up and snuck over to the fridge, pulling out some whipped cream.  Sam had his right arm sprawled out at his side, his hand palm up in such an inviting and welcoming gesture.

Cass tilted his head to the side.

I flashed him a grin, then sprayed the whipped cream into Sam’s open palm.

“What are you-?” he tried to ask, but I silenced him with a finger to my lips.

“Tickle his nose,” I whispered.

“…what?”

“Tickle.  His.  Nose.”

“Dean, I-”

“Do it,” I coaxed him.

So he did.

Sam immediately reached up to scratch his nose, smearing whipped cream all over his face and waking up with a start.

I doubled over laughing.

“What…?” Sam mumbled confused.

I laughed harder.

“Dean, that was very childish,” Cass said, shaking his head but with a fond smile.

“Did you…?” Sam groaned, starting to come fully awake.

I grinned at him, waving the can of whipped cream.

There was no hesitation as Sam suddenly leapt up from the couch and tackled me to the ground.

The air knocked out of me momentarily before I remembered that I didn’t actually have lungs, and then I was struggling to keep my face away from his whipped cream-covered hand, holding his forearm desperately with both hands.

“Come on, Dean, you know you want some,” Sam taunted me as he hulked over me.

“Nah, Sammy, that’s all for you,” I grunted, watching as his hand got closer and closer.

It was a futile effort, and Sam gleefully smeared my face with whipped cream.

I groaned, flopping back on the ground in defeat.  There was whipped cream in my eyelashes.

Sam sat up, laughing triumphantly.

“You know, Cass is the one who scratched your nose,” I pointed out, glaring at the whipped cream-free angel hovering over us.

“I’m sure he didn’t know what you were up to,” Sam said, but he glanced towards Cass.

“Actually, Sam, I did have an inkling of what Dean was up to,” Cass answered honestly.

Sam looked at me.

I raised my eyebrows at him.

Sam glanced at Cass again, but this time his sight line was lower.

I nodded.

We both moved at the same instant, Sam grabbing Cass’s legs, and me scooping up the can of whipped cream from the floor and spraying it all over his face.

Cass looked incredulous.

I reached over and scooped some whipped cream from his nose with my finger, taking a taste.  “We got ourselves some angel pie.”

Sam snorted, letting go of Cass’s legs and standing up beside me.

Slowly Cass’s incredulous look melted away, his nose scrunching up and his eyes crinkling in a full-out laugh.

I found myself staring.

“You both are children,” Cass decided, still smiling happily.

And suddenly I was a teenager, and Sam was a pre-teen, and that was weird.

Cass snapped his fingers, clean and put together again.  “I have to get back to work, but this has been mildly amusing,” he said.  “Stay out of trouble, you two,” he said, laughing like that was a funny joke.

Sam and I exchanged baffled looks.  I had to admit, though, that I liked looking down on my shrimpy brother.

Then Cass was gone, and I found myself shifting back to my usual form of 30-something Dean, with Sam towering over me.

“He is such a weird little man,” I said, spraying some whipped cream in my mouth.

“Says the biggest weirdo of them all,” Sam muttered, wiping his face off on his shirt.

“How am I weird?!” I cried.

Sam just gave me one of his Sam Looks, and I rolled my eyes.

I started cleaning up the living room, occasionally taking another hit from the whipped cream.

“So was there a special reason for this movie marathon torture session?” Sam asked, straightening up the throw pillows.

“Uh, does there need to be a special reason to watch the greatest movie trilogy of all time?”

“Dean, you’ve made me watch them a million times.”

“So what’s a million times more?” I asked with a shrug.  “Besides, I wanted Cass to watch The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.”

“Okay, so why did I have to be here for that?”

“No reason,” I said, making a big deal of picking up the spilled popcorn from the floor.

“Oh, no, Dean, you’re not being cagey at all.”

“‘Cagey’?” I repeated, throwing my hands up at the ridiculousness of the accusation.  “Who’s being cagey?”

He gave me another Sam Look.  “Do you not want to be alone with Cass for some reason?”

“What?” I said, like that was the stupidest thing I’d ever heard.  “We’re alone in my car all the time.”

Sam shrugged, but he was still giving me that fucking look.

I decided to ignore him and finished cleaning up.

 - 4 -

  “Ah, we’re back to your car.”

“Just wanted to hit the road,” I said, eyes fixed forward.  “Figured you might not mind co-piloting.”

“Yes, that supposition was correct,” Cass said, leaning back more comfortably into the passenger seat and loosening his tie.  He’d been doing weird things like that lately; acting more human.

I cleared my throat.

Those warm eyes flicked to me.  “How are you, Dean?  It’s been a while.”

“Same old, same old,” I said.  “Hey, I’ve got something for you in the glove box,” I continued, already reaching over and pulling it open.  My fingers settled around the tape, and I passed it to Cass.

“Thank you,” he said, his touch lingering as he took the tape from me.  “I’ve been enjoying the Creedence Clearwater Revival Ultimate Mixx very much.  Fortunate Son, it’s very… interesting.”

“Yeah, I noticed you liked that one,” I said, remembering the way his brow furrowed with confusion as he asked, ‘who exactly is this ‘fortunate’ ‘son’?’, misusing air quotes like usual.

“Bowie?” Cass asked, squinting at the tape.

“David Bowie,” I explained.

“Oh, yes, the star man,” he mused, still looking at the tape.

I reached over again to close the glove box, only to have a couple of tapes come flying out.

Cass leaned over to pick them up.  “Dean and Sam’s Awesome Road Trip?” he read.  “Wayward Son, Ocean Daughter…”

“Yeah, uh, I kinda… those are for Sam and my mom,” I said.

“You made them mixtapes?”

“Mm, you… inspired me, you know?” I said, keeping my eyes fixed forward.  “I mean, I know mixtapes are kinda our thing, but…”

“I think that’s lovely,” Cass said, carefully returning the tapes to the glove box.  His hand hesitated for a moment.  “So they’re not just one band…?”

“Nah, it’s more… songs that make me think of them?  Or like songs we have memories about?”

Cass was still hesitating.  “Could we… could we listen to the Sam tape?  If it’s not too intrusive, I mean.”

“What is with you and worrying about being intrusive?” I asked, rolling my eyes.

“It just seems like a very personal thing, Dean, and I don’t want to overstep,” he said, already taking his hand away from the tape.

“It’s fine, Cass,” I said, reaching over and pulling out the tape.  This time I shut the glove box properly.

“You don’t mind?”

“I don’t mind,” I said, pushing the tape into the cassette deck.  “You’re family, Cass.”  I was glad he didn’t ask to listen to my mom’s tape, though.  Mom and I had gotten thirty seconds into Simple Man and both done this very awkward ‘crying but not crying’ thing with tears streaming down our faces.  By the time we got to Hey, Jude I had to pull the car over.

Sam’s mix was not that kind of tape.

“I never meant to be so bad to you.  One thing I said that I would never do.  A look from you and I would fall from grace.  And it would wipe the smile right from my face,” came the opening lines from Asia.

“It was the heaaaaat of the mooomeeent!” I sang along cheerfully.

“This song reminds you of Sam?” Cass asked, genuinely confused.

I turned to him, grinning.  “He gets so angry every time he hears it.”

“So you thought you would include it on tape that you listen to together?”

“Yes, exactly.”

“That does sound like you.”

I laughed.  “I guess this is the song that played every morning when Gabe trapped us in the Mystery Spot where I kept dying and Sam had to keep reliving the day over and over.”

“Dean, that sounds very traumatic for Sam.”

“Nah, it’s hilarious.”

“Okay, well, please do not put songs that make me think of you dying on my mixtapes.”

“Do you even have songs like that?” I asked.  I didn’t really know what he listened to when I wasn’t around that would take him in that direction.

“I… I don’t know,” he said, sounding thoughtful.  “I guess sometimes the poets’ lyrics make me think of you, and I… I don’t like those kinds of songs.”

“You don’t like songs that make you think of me?”

“I don’t like songs that make me think of you dying.”

“Well I am dead, Cass.”

His unhappiness was radiating off of him in waves.

I kept my eyes on the road, but I reached over my hand, letting it rest at the back of his neck.  “Hey, man, come on.  You know we all need a little gallows humor sometimes.”

“We most certainly do not.”

I let him sulk for a while, rubbing the back of his neck until he finally started to relax.

“I thought you did not like these kinds of hair bands,” he finally commented.

“I like them occasionally,” I said, taking my hand back and turning the volume up.  “On a steeeeel horse I riiiide,” I sang along to Bon Jovi.

“…Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“Are there songs that make you think of me?” he asked.

I thought about it.  “I dunno, I mean, we just started this whole carpool karaoke thing in heaven, so most of the songs I associate with you are from that.”

“What about the lyrics?”

“You mean like a song that has lyrics that make me think of you?”

“Yes.”

I thought about it, and without thinking enough to put a filter between my brain and my mouth, I said, “I’ll Be There.”

“I’ll Be There?” Cass repeated.

I wondered if I just didn’t answer if we could drop the whole subject.

“Who sings it?”

“No one.”

“Oh, is it an instrumental song?”

I didn’t answer.

“Dean, you are making this very mysterious,” he said.  “Do you have it on one of your tapes?  Maybe we could listen-”

“No.”

I was pretty sure Cass was pouting, but I definitely wasn’t going to look to check.

“Then I’ll pop down to Earth-”

“No.”

“Am I not allowed to listen to it?”

“Correct.”

“But-”

“Forget I said anything.”

“How am I supposed to forget something so important?”

“It’s not important at all!”

“It’s important to me.”

“No.”

“You are being infuriating.”

“Good.”

“It is certainly not good, Dean.”

I shrugged, slouching more comfortably in my seat and returning to my mixtape.  “I was a little too tall, could've used a few pounds.  Tight pants, points hardly renowned…”

“Your singing has lost its charm,” Cass told me moodily.

“She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes,” I continued to sing.  “And points all her own, sitting way up high.”

He frowned at me, but by the time I hit the chorus he was rolling his eyes and letting a little half-smile tug at the corner of his mouth.

 - 5 -

  I thought I made it out of that one, but the next time Cass appeared in my passenger seat, he was grinning from ear to ear.

“You get laid or something?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” he asked, his nose scrunching up.  “No, of course not.”

I shrugged.  “What did you think of Bowie?”

“Oh, Dean, I really enjoyed him,” he said, nodding enthusiastically.  “The one with the space explorer, it was just… I didn’t really understand it, but I could feel it.”

Space explorer… astronaut… Major Tom?  I always had to do mental gymnastics to figure out what the hell Cass was talking about.  “Space Oddity?” I asked.

“Yes, yes, that was the name,” he said.  “It really told a story, didn’t it?”

“It’s a classic,” I agreed.

“Speaking of classics,” he said, going back to that dopily happy smile of his.  “The Jackson 5.”

I took my eyes off of the road to glare at him.

“Pretty classic, right?” he said, and he looked so fucking happy that I couldn’t even continue being a dick to him.

“Yep,” I said, pointedly looking away.

“I really connected with the words the prepubescent boy was singing,” he said, practically glowing as he spoke.  “You… Dean, you know me so well.  That song.  It’s exactly how I feel.”

“Come on, man, it wasn’t that deep,” I said, shifting uncomfortably.  “It’s just a cheesy bubblegum kiddie song.”

“Not to me,” Cass said, shaking his head.  “Not to us.”

“Cass, don’t get all sappy on me,” I grumbled.  “I thought you were starting to develop pretty good taste in music.”

“You’re the one who recommended the song.”

“I didn’t recommend it!  I just said it…” I trailed off and mumbled, “…makes me think of you.”

“You know if you call my name, I will be there,” he pointed out to me.

“Well, you are an angel, so it’s kind of your job to answer prayers and all that,” I muttered, wishing he would just drop the subject.

“I do not personally answer most prayers addressed to me,” he said.  “Unless they are yours.”

“You answer Sam sometimes.”

“Yes, well, he’s family, so sometimes I feel obligated,” Cass agreed, “but if you both prayed to me at the same time, I would definitely ignore him and answer you.”

I turned to look at him, and he gave me a surprisingly shit-eating grin.

“Don’t ignore my brother,” I told him, trying not to smile back.

“But I don’t like him as much as I like you,” he said, giving me a nose-crinkling smile.

“You’re an angel, Cass, you’re not supposed to play favorites,” I scolded him, looking away quickly.

“Too late for that,” he said cheerfully.  “Unless you think I should confess my love to Sam next?”

I swallowed.

“Dean.”

My mouth felt dry.

“I was joking.”

I still didn’t know what to say.

“Dean, are we still not talking about it?” Cass asked, and he sounded weary.

“…talking about what…?” I finally spoke.

I could feel him glaring at me.  “It is insulting when you do that, you know.”

“Do what?” I complained.

“You know exactly what we are talking about Dean, and pretending that you do not belittles my feelings.”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair.  “I’m not trying to… I mean it’s not like…” I trailed off uncertainly.

“I love you, Dean,” he said, soft but assured.

“I know,” I answered quietly.

“Good.  That’s all I ask.”

“…you don’t mind that you just got Han Solo’d?” I asked, trying to make things light again.

“It’s kind of nice, actually.”

“You are so weird…”

“You realize this is the first time you’ve directly acknowledged my feelings?” he pointed out.

“It’s… not…” I tried to protest, but of course he was right.

We didn’t talk about feelings.

“Do not make me hide how I feel, Dean,” he said quietly.  “That is all I am asking.”

“You don’t have to hide, Cass,” I said.  “That’s my M.O.”

“I wish you would not hide, either.”

“Can’t get everything you want.”

“No, you cannot,” he agreed.

I turned up the volume and kept driving.

[orionsangel86]

13x01 - Episode Review Part 1

In which Dean just about held it together... and I did not. 

This review will be in several parts. I have separated it into several sections that I wish to talk about because hot damn. What an episode! This Part 1 focuses on Dean’s grief and Destiel and saying goodbye to Castiel. 

Firstly, an introduction

As I sit here, surrounded by three friends who I met on tumblr, BECAUSE of this show, I am amazed at how far I have come. I did not think that when I joined this fandom I would ever get to this moment, but my gosh what an amazing feeling this is. To all of you out there – reach out to people, you really won’t regret what you find. 

I adored this episode. I screamed, I even shed a single man tear whilst holding on to @amwritingmeta quite tightly… sorry Annelie if I hurt you at all. @tinkdw, @margarittet and @amwritingmeta you guys are wonderful and I am so glad that I have been able to flail and scream along to this awesome episode with you. Thank you for sharing this crazy obsession with me.

Part 1 - Love, Grief and Saying Goodbye

THEY USED METALLICA’S NOTHING ELSE MATTERS AS THE OPENING SONG! We were two seconds in and @margarittet had to pause because we all collectively SCREAMED that they chose to use this as the open song AS WELL! @tinkdw said that she wanted to try and guess what the opening song was this season but I don’t think ANY OF US considered that they would reuse “Nothing Else Matters” because its just so on the nose isn’t it? Nothing else matters? Nothing else matters than what exactly?

Well once again the “Then” sequence ends on Dean kneeling over Cas’s body.

The answer is Castiel. Nothing else matters than CASTIEL. This is repeated CONSTANTLY throughout the episode. You are not allowed to forget about him for a SINGLE SECOND and this opening song drums that home. Seriously if there are any Cas fans out there still bitter about Cas I dunno what show you are watching because it certainly ISN’T the show I watched yesterday.

It hurts to think about. What even was this episode? From the opening song “Nothing Else Matters” to the “Goodbye Cas” at the funeral pyre, this episode was chocablock full of moments that prove unequivocally that for Dean, Cas truly is his guiding light, his hope. Even if you don’t see their relationship as romantic you cannot possibly deny after 13x01 that Dean and Cas have an extraordinary connection and a deep and profound love that has now transferred to an even deeper excruciating grief in Dean.

Choosing to use this song as the season opener though? The season opener always reflects the tones of the season, the main themes. To have THIS song as the season opening? Wow. Just wow. This is a song that comes up first if you google “Metallica Love Song” by the way. In case you were wondering if it was indeed a love song. Because it is. James Hetfield confirmed it was written for a girlfriend. Interestingly though it has been debated over the years as the lyrics themselves are not conventionally romantic lyrics. Nevertheless, this is now fact: Supernatural used a Love Song called “Nothing Else Matters” to set the tone and theme of season 13, lingering over shots of Dean looking down at Castiel’s dead body. This isn’t even arguable. This is where we are.

(and what a wonderful place to be my friends)

Dean’s grief was beautifully portrayed by the superb acting skills of Jensen Ackles. In my season 13 wishlist I said this:

“It probably goes without saying but MAN PAIN OVER CAS – I mean, I reckon we are gonna get a good helping of this. Maybe not immediate tears but its gonna be pretty damn angsty – if the promo’s are anything to go by. I basically want it to be UNDENIABLE in canon that CAS is the reason that Dean is so broken up and that BOTH brothers are seriously struggling with his death. It has to be OBVIOUS how important Cas was to them and how his death has affected them”

I think we can tick this one off. :)

Continues under the cut.

The grief was so intense, it left me with a constant ache in my heart that still hasn’t shifted as I write this. From the first moment, Dean’s face in this episode brought me both intense pain and also intense joy. Bless Jensen for being such an amazing actor.

LOOK AT THIS FACE

There was a lot of speculation over the summer that Dean would just snap, pull out his gun, and go to shoot Jack once it sunk in that Cas was actually dead, and that is EXACTLY what he does. But that isn’t what broke me, what broke me is just how OFTEN the audience is reminded that ultimately, even though others died as well, for Dean, it is ALL ABOUT CAS. (Nothing Else Matters after all).

In the now famous sneak peek car scene Dean can’t even say the words when it comes to Cas SPECIFICALLY. He can admit that Crowley is dead, that Kelly is Dead and that mom is gone, but Cas? Nope. He chokes on his words:

(x)

Sam IS able to say the words. He can ask “Is Cas really dead?” Dean just growls “you know he is” and drives on. It is HEARTBREAKING.

The next moment we get that textualises the huge difference between Cas’s death and the other deaths for Dean is the moment during the fight with Miriam the angel when this wonderful exchange takes place:

(x)

Now we don’t actually know what was going through Dean’s head at this moment, but Miriam calls him out on it anyway - whether or not she was able to read his mind or she just went for the obvious assumption we don’t know. But Miriam doesn’t mention Mary, she doesn’t mention Crowley. She only mentions Castiel. This is in contrast to Sam’s discussion with Jack about reopening the portal, which is easily interpreted as Sam thinking of ways to use Jack to get Mary back, because we can understand that OF COURSE that would be Sam’s primary motivation right now. Sam still has hope. Dean doesn’t - except for the split second in this scene when he does. He falls for Miriam’s words, and it makes her “Oh sweety” so much worse.

The angels are usually exposition for Cas’s feelings for Dean, but in this scene, in a somewhat similar way to the scene in 8x19 with Naomi, they are exposition of Dean’s feelings for Cas, in a theme that is constantly running throughout this episode.

Finally once all the action is over and the boys head back to the cottage with Jack we get ten minutes of the emotional, poignant and touching moments that this show has ever given us. Enough that once I started sobbing, I couldn’t stop. 

I love Sam’s careful questioning to Dean:

“Are you sure about this Dean? I mean its Cas. Ya know? Maybe we can bring him back? Like you said?”

“No we Cant”

“Chuck did, um God did, remember that? So maybe if, I dunno, if we prayed to him or…”

“You don’t think I’ve tried that?”

Before I even get into the beauty of Dean’s prayer, THIS right here is ONCE AGAIN proving HOW differently the brothers view Cas. Sam is asking these questions, rather than telling Dean. Because he know that Dean is the authority on all things Cas. He knows that whatever Dean decides, he is going to go along with it. We have had this same theme running throughout seasons 11 and 12. Sam always accepts Dean’s decision when it comes to Cas. Always.

And yet we still don’t textually have a reason for this. Dean continues to refer to Cas like his and Sam’s third brother. So why are the two not treated equally? Yet again we have been shown the difference between the brotherly love between Sam and Cas and the ??? love between Dean and Cas. One is not the same as the other.

DEAN’S PRAYER

This is where I started to tear up. Honestly…

FULL PRAYER: “Ok Chuck. Or God or whatever. I, I need your help. You see you left us. You left us. You went off… You said, you said the earth would be fine because it had me and it had Sam but it’s not.  And we’re not. We’ve lost everything. And now you’re gonna bring him back. You’re gonna bring back Cas, you’re gonna bring back mum your gonna bring em all back. All of em. Even Crowley. Because after everything that you’ve done you owe us you son of a bitch so you get your ass down here and you make this right. Right here. And Right now.”

“Please. Please help us.”

Now, see this is where I squeal because he said “We’ve lost Everything. And now you’re gonna bring him back.” Because this CLEARLY reads as Dean saying that Cas is EVERYTHING (which fits in nicely with the theme of “Nothing Else Matters” to Dean) and I know there has been some debate over whether it was actually “him” or whether it was “em” that he said, but since the official CW subtitles caption it as “him” I’m gonna assume they are correct. And anyway, it says a lot when the official PR team use this specific interpretation – almost like they wanted to make sure we knew exactly what Dean was saying. Hmmmm… I wonder why.

The fact that we then get the pause where he turns away from the camera, waiting for a sign, anything, and it feels almost like we are interfering. Dean is hiding from the camera in his moment of anguish, and we are made to feel hopeless in light of his pain.

To then see Dean smash up the sign on the door (which I will talk about more in my Signs, Symbols, Ships and Handprints part of the review), and just finally show the extent of his emotional anguish and grief is again so fantastic for anyone still doubting Dean’s absolute love and adoration for Castiel:

(x)

This is a man who only prays in the most DIRE situations. Look at the desperation on his face. REVEL IN IT!

Moving on and honestly I didn’t think the episode could get more emotional than that prayer BUT I WAS WRONG. (Oh how much I underestimated Dabb when writing my wishlist!)

The way that Dean stands in that room, the high angle shot and the cinematography/lighting which makes it gloomy and almost sepia toned like all the colour has been drained out of Dean’s world. The way he looks both too small and too big for the room. Its sombre. Its silent. The atmosphere is drenched in sorrow. Its beautifully done.

(x)

The way he removes the shroud and takes one last look. His own private way of saying goodbye. Its Dean’s micro expressions both here and throughout the episode that I ADORE because you can tell so easily that he IS fighting back tears almost constantly. It’s the jaw clenching, the swallowing down his pain, I was half expecting a Darcy hand clench to appear.

(x)

His pain is so raw, so real, and so fucking heartbreaking. This is pain and grief for someone you deeply love on a whole other level. This is the pain of a lost spouse. Words can not describe how beautifully Jensen delivered these scenes. I don’t think I will ever be over just how intense this was to watch. I don’t think I will ever be able to watch it without crying.

We talked at our premier party about the significance of Dean wrapping Cas’s body. About how this is the first time such a thing has ever been shown (usually the show just cuts straight to the pyre). It’s a mark of serious respect to Castiel, as a beloved character on the show, and also, a nod to traditional ceremony’s in Jewish and Islamic cultures of the closest family members to the deceased preparing the body for burial. The fact that Dean does this on his own, without Sam, is also to highlight the difference in their relationships.

I stress again that Sam DOES see Cas as his brother. Because regardless of ridiculous arguments that try to state otherwise, Sam is not an asshole and made it clear last season that he too loved Cas deeply. So why is Dean doing all the work? Because Dean is not Cas’s brother. He is his freaking husband. He’s acting like a widow throughout this entire episode.  He is playing the dutiful spouse. In deep mourning, fighting back tears whilst he says goodbye to the love of his life.

(I’m crying again FYI)

But then even all THAT isn’t enough for Andrew Dabb. Oh no. He had to hit us with even FURTHER angst with the pyre scene and Sam’s heart breaking speech of goodbye:

“Thank you. You say thank you. And you say you’re sorry. You hope they’re somewhere without sadness and pain. You hope they’re somewhere better. You say goodbye.”

(x)

And in that moment Sam Winchester stomped all over my already beaten heart

Because this really was a send of to Cas. Yes Sam was talking about all of them, and we lost A LOT of great characters in season 12, and this was the writers way of paying respect to all those characters, but ultimately, like how he was at the forefront of Dean’s mind the entire episode, he was so very present throughout all of this, and the respect and love shown to Cas in this episode by the characters, the writers, the show creators... I’m in utter awe. It’s so much more than I could ever have asked for.

(x)

“Goodbye Cas”

And Dean just put in the final blow.

Once again though Cas is at the forefront of Dean’s mind. He comes first. That makes three times in this episode that Dean has listed out their fallen family. Every time though, Cas is separated from the others. Cas’s loss is on a different level to Mary and Crowley and Kelly.

Kelly was a victim, but her loss wouldn’t gravely hurt Dean

Crowley was an ally/nemesis who was sometimes something more. His loss gave Dean conflicted feelings.

Mary was their mother and that one would have hurt deeply. But Mary’s death was already an old wound, a new person in their lives who they didn’t really know. They were only starting to know her. Their grief over her will be strong indeed, but its not the same.

Cas was the loss that buried deep. Cas’s loss has broken Dean. Dabb has made it absolutely undeniably clear that Cas’s death is the focus of this episode, even when not directly mentioned (more on that later). And that Dean’s love for Cas is the very central theme of this entire season. Nothing Else Matters after all. Not for Dean. Not any more.

Thanks for reading! In part 2 I will explore the introduction of Jack and the narrative mirrors surrounding him in the premier. Watch this space.

[ilovepapahet]

James Hetfield HeadCanons

Im doing hc’s on my favourite eras of James (they are going to come up a lot in story’s and fanfics) Im starting off with 1986 or MOP I hope you like them

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SFW

He’s so silly

He loves to tease you when ever he gets the chance he can be mean too but in a good way

he’ll teach you how to play guitar (but I feel like he’d do it whatever the era) you’d be sitting on his lap as he’ll place his fingers on the frets and you’d follow suit

he loves kissing you all over showing you how much he really loves you

he’ll take you to band practices too he loves showing you off because he thinks he’s the luckiest man alive to be dating you

If your laying down on your bed or couch on your stomach he’s lay his head on your ass and tell you about his day

sometimes he’ll tickle you to just to hear you laugh because he thinks you have the sweetest laugh ever (he’ll tell you that every time you laugh)

if you go out to a bar or just out in general he’s a fuckin guard dog and will never leave your side making sure no ones bugging you or flirting with you

he’ll take pictures of you when you least expect it and there the most foul photos ever and he’ll tell you your adorable (the photos are horrible)

he has his hands on you at all times cuddling the fuck out of you

he loves to cook with you (or at least try his best) but you also wouldn’t consider him cooking it’s just him following you around the kitchen

sometimes when your in your room working he’ll just walk in stand there for a few seconds making you very confused before he farts and walks out and you’d yell at him (he thinks it’s so funny)

NSFW

he can’t stay serious at all sure there are times when he’s being all loving and passionate but half of the time he’s making you laugh while being balls deep inside you

he’d say something stupid and it make you laugh

but when he is being loving he’s the sweetest praising you and literally worshiping you

I feel like he’s more soft in the 80s than in the 90s like he can definitely be rough but not as rough

he’ll play with your tits taking one into his mouth as he slowly thrust into you

he’ll leave hickeys on your tits and thighs where no one can see them and he’s so proud of himself because he’s marking you as his and he lets you know all the time

I feel like he loves and I mean LOVES to eat pussy out in this era (as well as two others I will mention later on) he’d ether eat you out like a mad man or lazily lick and kiss your pussy

He just loves to be in between your legs

Same with you giving him head he’d let out sounds only your ears have the grace of hearing (you don’t complain at all) he’d buck his hips up into your mouth when he’s close and praise you when you swallow all his cum

and to be honest he’s not that great at after care (he’s still learning don’t worry) he’d flop down on the bed wrap his arms around you and call it a night

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I hope you guys liked this one, there are still 8 more to come

[ilovepapahet]

James Hetfield HeadCanons

Black Album or 1991 another one of my favourite eras (ngl maybe my favourite) he’s so intimidating and I love it, I don’t know what it is about him he’s stunning

but anyways I’m doing hc’s for Black Album/1991

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SFW

From the outside people just see him as this intimidating grumpy guy who you’d want to stay away from but when he’s with you alone he’s the sweetest guy ever

he’s quite literally a big house cat (at least what I’d call him) he’s such a softy and loves laying with you or laying his head on your chest because in his words “you have soft tits”

he loves holding your hand when you both are out in public

he loves showing people that your his (I feel like just in general he does) he’s following you around the clothing store and when you show him a shirt or pants you like and you’d ask him if you’d look good in them

he’s giving you the best compliments and saying you should get them but if your think there to much money he’ll get the for you

and in saying that he spoils you with clothes and food and make up

not to the point where people think your using him for his money (obviously) but you do joke that he’s your sugar daddy

he’ll ask for your input on lyrics he’s been working on or riffs and when Nothing Else Matters came out and he told you he wrote the song for you

he got all red and flustered cause he thought you might have thought it was corny but you proved him wrong

he loves so cuddle with it’s his favourite thing he’s nuzzle his head into your hair or neck

NSFW

He’s rough don’t tell me no

he’d hold your hips in a death grip to the point where it leaves bruises as he pistons his cock into your pussy

He’ll say the most filthiest thing to you telling you your such a slut or a needy whore

and you love it

he’d grab your face (not hard) and make you keep eye contact with him when you cum he’ll also choke you (lightly) when he’s about to cum

or he’ll choke you when he wants you to be quiet but that’s only if your at the studio with him or in a hotel room (or literally anywhere backstage) he’ll tell you to shut up as if you could but it’s not your fault he’s fucking you like a mad man

he’ll use cuffs on you (I feel like in this era this is where he uses cuffs and toys and I heard somewhere in a interview James said he liked cuffs but I don’t remember if he said he liked using them on himself or someone else)

he’ll cuff you or himself to the bed and if it’s you he’s thrusting painfully slow into you and you’d whine because your not getting the satisfaction you need

hickeys everywhere your hickey central

he loves them oh so much seeing you marked up by him gets him going

breeding oh my god breeding telling you he’s going to pump his babies into you so your his

he loves to see you coved in his cum

on your face on your tits on your tummy he loves to see it practically painting you in his seed

he’s also definitely improved on after care

he’d clean his cum off of you with a soft warm towel or give you a bath to relax you after such a rough session and than gently kiss you all over and cuddle you tracing weird shapes into your skin

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I ❤️ 1991 James Hetfield

[ilovepapahet]

James Hetfield HeadCanons

The photo in the middle has me (s)creaming and I’m going to be honest I think his vocals were peak on the Load album

anyway here’s 1996/Load

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SFW

God he’s such a big softy I don’t know why I just feel like he is he’s a big grumpy cat that needs attention at all times

he loves it when you sit on his lap while he plays his guitar and he’ll ask you if it sounds good or if he needs to change anything

if your sick in bed he’ll cuddle you and make you soup and get you all the snacks you love he really wants to make you feel better when you sick

he loves and I mean LOVES it when you scratch his back especially when he rest his head on your chest or your thighs and you gently and slowly rake your nails down his back

he practically purrs when you do asking you to keep going and it puts him to sleep

his top priority is making you feel safe and happy and he’ll do anything in his power to do so

he also gets super excited when he shows you a song they made in the studio waiting for your reaction to see if you like the song

he loves your hands don’t know why he just does

He will sit on the edge of your shared bed for hours while you try on clothes asking him if they look good to which he replies with “You look beautiful in everything”

NSFW

he loves edging you and seeing you beg to cum he’ll bring you so close to cumming before just stopping right before you cum

and he loves to eat pussy he loves it to just lay down on the bed and lap at your wet folds it brings him so much joy that sometimes he can’t help himself but to grind into the sheets below him

he’ll finger fuck you impossibly fast you can’t even comprehend it your so lost in pleasure and it becomes so overwhelming you’d end up squirting all over his hand and arm

than he’ll praise you for doing such a good job

I feel like he likes slow and passionate sex more than rough and meaningless sex not that he won’t fuck your brains out he just likes is slow

he wants to take his time with you and really feel how good your walls feel wrapped around him

he’s kiss you and tell you how much he loves as he slowly yet deeply thrusts into you

the aftercare is insane he’s so loving and so caring he’s getting you water or he’s caring you to the bathtub and will clean you off washing your hair and than will cuddle the fuck out of you, you literally don’t even know how you ended up with him but your glad you did

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guys I’m about to bust the fattest nut for him

[ilovepapahet]

James Hetfield HeadCanons

1994 James has me in a chokehold guys, his hair looked so good like this oh gosh

this is peak Viking James Hetfield

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SFW

Very similar to 1991 since there not that far in year

but he has this different charm to him (I think it’s the hair) he’s infatuated with you and can’t get enough of you

he loves to kiss your face he’ll kiss your cheek, top of your head, nose, mouth (obv), your temples literally anywhere he can get

Same as the kissing he has his hands or arms around you at all times I feel like he’s just very affectionate in this era

continuing with the affectionate thing he loves cuddling with you on the couch in bed literally anywhere he can cuddle you he will

he loves bringing you places like on tour, the studio and hunting trips

he also loves showing you off not in a jerk way but in a loving way he’s so proud that your his girlfriend and he love to show everyone how much he loves you

he loves it when you plays with his hair (but I feel like he just likes it in general) it soothes him especially when he’s stressed about music

NSFW

another way you can destress him is giving him head he loves getting head

he’ll let out sound only your ears have the blessing to hear letting out gasps and moans and on rare occasions he’ll whimper

he loves fingering you watching you lose yourself on his fingers making your eyes roll than making you suck your own juices off his fingers

He’s very loving when he fucks you not like 91 when he’s rough with you making sure you feel him when you sit days after

he likes to take his time with you worshipping your body kissing up your thighs than your stomach, your tits than you face

he’ll slowly push his cock into you bitting his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning

and he’s praising you the whole time telling you how good your doing so good and how beautiful you are

he’ll make out with you while you both are cumming it’s his favourite thing to do

he loves the feeling of you moaning into his mouth giving him more pleasure when he dose cum deep inside you

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1994 is so fine guys I can’t I also apologize for not being active I’ve been busy

[ilovepapahet]

since I did the Viking HC for James how about Werewolf HC

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SFW

God is he clingy he needs to be near you and touching at all times his hand are always on your hips or his arms your waist and if he’s not touching you he’s following you around the house like a lost dog (quite literally)

If your both laying in bed or on the couch he’s always nuzzled into you doesn’t matter if your laying on his chest or if it’s the other way around where he’s laying on your chest is nuzzled into in some form of a way and he LOVES it when you pet him (when he’s in full wolf form)

and when James is in his full wolf form he’s this big intimidating wolf (bigger than your average wolf) yet the most gentle and kind thing ever he loves it when you scratch behind his ear and he’s like a huge pillow for you when you lay on his or just lean on him

when his in his half form or when he just has the usual wolf ears tail and ever so slightly bigger teeth and just being slightly taller it’s I mix of his human form and wolf form from loving being pet and following you around the house (sometimes he nocks things over with his tail)

also he sometimes subconsciously growls when he's in his half form (or human form) and it’s funny because he doesn’t mean to do he’s just used to doing it in his wolf form and when he catches himself doing it he gets embarrassed because he thinks he sounds stupid because it doesn’t sound the same like his wolf form

he mostly growls when someone is flirting with you or he’s jealous because he’s protective over you (I feel like James is just protective I general I’m also pretty sure he said it somewhere in an interview) and he’s always standing behind you death starring the guy trying to be as intimidating as possible because he can’t be in his half form or his full form

when he’s in his half form and your talking to him about something you are passionate about his tail will wag because he loves hearing you talk about something you like or just seeing you happy

NSFW

I’m just going to stick with his half form for this

Not only dose James’s hight get bigger but so dose his dick and when you both have sex it’s so overwhelming and you love it he’d be grunting and growling (at least sometimes) when he fucks you because due to his size you obviously get smaller compared to him and your pussy gets tighter around him

he’ll leave bite marks all over your neck collarbone and thighs and it’s the best when he eats you out because he’s so skilled with his tongue he’ll hold you tight against him doesn’t matter what position your in

when he’s fucking you from behind he’ll have his hands planted just above your head you’ll wrap your hand around this wrist for something to hold on to because he’s balls deep and is moving at an ungodly pace

he’ll also lick you and lightly nibble on your tits knowing that his teeth are a little bigger than usual but you love it and he loves seeing your body practically covered in bite marks claiming you as his

and his after care is so sweet he’ll carry you to the shower or bath tub (depending on if you could walk but most of the time you can’t) and clean you up and putting you to bed and curling up beside you or wrapping his arms around you making you feel safe and comfortable

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This one was fun to make

[ilovepapahet]

so I was looking through my camera roll and found two screenshots and it was an idea for the modern day 80s James and I HAVE to talk about it

It where James would text you at like 3am and asks you if you wanna drive around, you obviously say yes and he’ll text back immediately saying “I’m outside” and James would be taking random turns (literally making you two get lost) you’ll both pull up in a fast food drive through and get your food and hit the road again

And his music would be so loud and all his windows are down

and when James gets tired you’ll both cuddle in the back seat, your head on his chest in between his legs and James would have his arms around you but poor James has to pull his legs up/hike them up because he’s to tall

I was able to actually (and hopefully) find the girl who came up with the whole modern idea and it was 30-3am I will always miss her she was such a good writer and so funny