#slipknot crop top

[sp00ky-p00ky]

This is the 'fit today and yes, Slipknot Crop Top.

You may have noticed I've been wearing it a lot. I'll tell you why...

I have always been a curvy, soft girl. Squishy even. Always had a big tummy, and it makes me SOOOOO self-conscious. The only time I was "skinny" aka 150 lbs was when I was going through my divorce, and I simply wasn't eating. I was depressed and not sleeping a lot. Unhealthy.

I'm training myself to understand that this is my body and it's ok. Yesterday I ordered a Mudvayne crop hoodie so you'll be seeing that one soon too 😆

But I'm just tired of trying to aspire to get my body to be something it just isn't. I will never be skinny. What I will be? Happy, comfortable in my own skin, and proud of my body. It's not easy all the time, but I'm trying, and that's a start 🥰

[zagreusboon]

Dawg why am I so predictable

[anystalker707]

Do i want to be you or fuck you

Pairing: Sam Monroe x [gender-neutral] Reader Summary: sam never had to deal with another alternative person around, so you're giving him a hell of an identity crisis. Tags: kind of enemies to lovers / sam in a crop top / reader leaves lipstick marks on his stomach

MASTER LIST

Sam didn’t know how to deal with that situation because he never had to, but now seeing someone steal his attention didn’t please him. He wondered if he was punk enough, though it was a stupid thought.

Fuck’s sake, though. Sam was the one who would attract attention all around and cause rumors because of his style, and he wondered if he had lost his effect. Black clothes, chains, studs, and alt music were his thing, so he didn’t see why some of his friends were running to you to ask your opinion about the new Slipknot album.

Your makeup, clothes, and accessories were always on fucking point. Sam hoped you wouldn’t notice how he was staring. No, it wasn’t about how beautiful you looked, laughing, chatting with whoever with a can in hand, sometimes dancing lightly to the song of the shitty local band in that stupid venue. It was at your shirt, wondering how the fuck you’d managed to get a tour-limited shirt like that. Of a band he liked. He was sure you didn’t even understand the meaning behind the songs. Your favorite album was probably the main one, and you skipped the underrated songs only because they weren’t that popular. That shirt would probably look better on him, anyway.

“You just came here for nothing? To sulk there?” Josh cut through his thoughts, annoying, as always.

Sam’s gaze met yours, but he quickly averted his eyes to the small stage and the group moshing in front of it, taking a drag from his cigarette. “Shut up.”

“What?”

“Shut up,” Sam scoffed as he shook his head, taking a deeper and faster drag from his cigarette, holding back the cough that tickled the back of his throat as the smoke burned down his throat.

The wall behind Sam dug into his shoulder blades, the faint ache spread through his back from how long he had been standing there. He didn’t like that band—he knew the bassist had been in a class with him in the second year of high-school, but he could barely listen to any instrument aside from the guitar and under the vocalist’s exaggerated vocal fry. The venue wasn’t all that good either. Not like the band would be able to afford one.

Going there seemed like a good opportunity to get high and drink, but the moment Sam saw you, his excitement fizzled away, giving in to that bitter feeling.

“Fuck off,” Sam made sure to say to Josh, ignoring the complaints muffled by the bad cover music while walking off to a spot where you couldn’t see him. He lit another cigarette, watching the glowing red lines trickle closer to the filter with the drag he took. His throat burned, and he became a little more lightheaded, though it didn’t hit so strongly anymore. Maybe he could save some money to go to a real concert next summer. Get good merch.

Even with the dubious background, Sam still got a cup of energy drink with cola and vodka at a stand, only able to take a few sips of it before he lost grip on the cup, even more so given the moisture that accumulated around the cold cup, and it went straight to the ground, spilling some of his drink on his shirt. His cigarette fell right into the puddle. He whipped his head back, scowling. Of course, it had to be you.

“Oh my fucking god,” Sam exhaled sharply, motioning to his ruined shirt—at least the short-sleeved one on top.

You raised your eyebrows as your eyes skimmed him up and down, shaking your head with a soft sigh. “Not my fault that you suddenly stopped walking in the middle of the way. You could’ve at least walked off to the side or something.” Your gaze fell to the cup on the ground. “It wasn’t any good, after all. You wasted money the moment you bought it.”

Sam mirrored your expression mockingly before he looked down at his shirt. He tugged on the hem so that it wouldn’t cling to his skin. “You really suck, y’know that?”

“Just take off the wet shirt, since you got another one under it,” you said as if it were obvious. His mouth opened and closed a few times, but Sam didn’t say anything, only shaking his head and making you sigh. “Come on. Do you want a spare shirt? Or will you keep stinking alcohol and get sticky until you get home?”

As much as Sam wanted to argue, you had a point. He could hear his mother complaining already. Right before he could say anything, your hand was around his wrist to pull him out of the way, away from the risk of having another drink spilled on him, even if not his own.

“I can buy you a shirt from the merch stand as an apology,” you said.

Sam followed your gaze to the shitty merch stand selling ridiculous handmade merchandise. That band definitely needed a new art, and he definitely wasn’t wearing any of that stuff. The sneering air in your words made annoyance boil under his skin, but he did not want to give you the satisfaction of knowing your effect on him.

You laughed. “I’m being serious.”

Well, he wasn’t doing enough of a good job of hiding his annoyance, but again, how could he? Sam took a deep breath. “You’re ruining my night,” he grumbled, tugging his shirt over his head, trying to avoid the wet parts.

“Oh? Me? I didn’t even do anything…” You trailed off, observing his shirt come off to reveal that the undershirt was, in fact, a long-sleeved crop top that stopped a little above his abdomen. It wasn’t even wet, since the drink had only spilled on the bottom half of the shirt, where the crop top did not reach.

Sam held the shirt in his hand, and the words died on his tongue when he noticed you. He gritted his teeth. “Do not look at me like that.”

You blinked a couple of times. “Like what?” But you didn’t even have the shame to look at him in the eyes, continuing to observe the pale skin of his stomach, which contrasted highly with his dark clothes and the happy trail that disappeared into his low waist shorts along with his v-lines. You finally looked him in the eyes, but it was just for a couple of seconds. “Like what?”

Many things ran across his mind, but none of which Sam could actually voice. Looking at you itself was hard. “Come on,” he muttered and cleared his throat. Warmth prickled his cheeks and the back of his neck. “I didn’t think I’d have to take my shirt off.”

“Well,” you exhaled—that look was enough to make his whole body tingle, “you shouldn’t even have chosen to wear it, in the first place. It’s not cold tonight, and your fit looks way better this way.”

When did you step closer? Sam gulped, his eyes scanning your face, the dark eye makeup and that almost black lipstick which he only knew the real color because of how it would reflect a metallic, deep red glint when the light managed to hit it, something that hardly happened, given how it was a gig in such a fucked up venue. He gulped, his fingers tightening around his shirt. How was he supposed to answer that?

Sam looked down for a moment, hoping it would clear his mind enough for him to be able to chain at least two words together coherently. “Well, you should give me your shirt instead, actually.”

You chuckled. “Are you envious of it, or do you want to see me shirtless?”

And he felt like dying inside again, groaning in frustration when your words made his skin heat up once more. Damn it. You were insufferable.

“Either way, it’s a no,” you added. “I—”

“You’re a fucking poser, why’d you have that shirt?”

“I’m not a poser!” You scoffed. “I was there!”

“For the opening band?” When you glared at him in return, Sam felt a certain pride swell in his chest. Now the tables had turned. “Nuh-uh, doesn’t count, my bad. It’s so annoying.”

“How long do you spend analyzing me daily? Do I have to think, ‘how does this affect Sam?’ before I dress up every day?” You crossed your arms over your chest, and part of Sam hated himself for enjoying that annoyed look so much.

Sam shrugged. “You really think you have that much of an impact on my life?”

Your hard look continued despite the deep breath you took, tilting your head. “I mean, you don’t give me many reasons not to think so.”

Raising his eyebrows, Sam hummed in fake amusement. “If I’m being honest, it feels more like it’s the other way around,” he said, his hand moving to play with his belt, and of course, your eyes followed as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. A grin tugged on Sam’s mouth, widening when you let out a string of curses under your breath, and he shrugged, running his fingers along his lower stomach lightly, about to step away when your hand wrapped around his upper arm.

“You can’t just do that and leave me here like this,” you said with a glare.

“Do what?” Sam raised his eyebrows. The upper hand was his, after all, finally. Something stirred inside him with that look. He sighed, playing with one of your necklace pendants, an electric guitar. Fuck, he wanted that. He wanted everything you had, maybe. Everything you were. Having your attention, the closeness, your scent was so good.

“You think you’re hot stuff, right?” You scoffed. Your grip loosened a little, thumb rubbing circles into his arm.

Sam hummed faintly. “I have many reasons to think so,” he said with a shrug, his eyes falling to your lips for a second, and you fucking returned the gaze. How miserable could you be? He bit his lip, a finger hooked on your necklace to pull you closer until your breath fanned over his face. “Though, I might want a little something instead.”

You clicked your tongue. “Ugh, Samuel.” You turned your face right when he leaned in, in a way he ended up pressing his nose to your cheek instead. Should he feel embarrassed or glad about it? He clicked his tongue, squeezing your waist with his free hand.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Okay, babe,” you said, and his skin tingled again.

“I hate you so much.”

“Well, I don’t think you’ll hate what I’m about to do, yeah?” You didn’t give him time to breathe a word before you pulled him towards another spot, near the alley, without anyone, only illuminated by a flickering light post and stinking of a piss and drinks mix, and the music felt a little more tolerable now that it was slightly muffled.

Sam felt like complaining and cursing again, but he held himself back when you sat down on a wooden box and held him in front of you, fingers hooked in his belt loops. He looked down the alley, observing nothing in special. “What the fuck are you going to do? I swear— Nngh!” Sam moaned. He immediately whipped his head down, eyes widening when he saw you kiss his exposed stomach. Your lips were warm. They lingered against the skin, then you kissed another spot, then another.

Sam’s skin rose in shivers, and he could feel his blood rushing south. Your breath fanned over his skin; you were leaving lipstick stains everywhere, the dark marks contrasting with his pale skin—it shouldn’t feel that good. He didn’t even know he was so sensitive on his waist, or down his v-lines.

His knees went wobbly, so he held your shoulders tightly, unable to tear his eyes away from you, but it didn’t compare to how weak he felt when your eyes held his gaze, while you tugged his waistband down just a little so that the kiss mark disappeared into his shorts. It felt like your lips were pressed there forever, but it was over too soon. Your lipstick was already faded by the time you pulled away, slightly smudged.

Ground was put under his feet again, and Sam suddenly felt hyper-conscious of everything. “You’re gonna kill me, but I really hope to kill you first.” Sam tugged on your arm so that he could pull you up to your feet and kiss you on the lips, not caring that his shirt fell to the ground while he held firmly onto your hips, managing to pin you to the wall after some wobbly steps. He wasn’t aware of how much he craved you until now. The messy wet kisses made a shiver run down his spine, and his shorts grew even more uncomfortable, feeling way too tight. Your teeth tugged on his lip, and adrenaline rushed through his veins.

You smiled against Sam’s lips, kissing him back with the same enthusiasm. Your hands cupped his neck to pull him closer—he moaned into the kiss and pressed his body flush to yours, and the kiss was only broken because your lungs ached for air.

“Fuck,” Sam breathed as he nuzzled your neck, trying to process the chain of emotions and sensations that you had given him.

A breathless chuckle escaped your lips. The warmth of your body was replaced by the cold night air when you stepped away, looking down at your work on his stomach with a proud grin. It gave you a sense of ownership over Sam. “You look so hot.”

Sam quickly wrapped his arms around your waist again, kissing your neck more. He craved it now. “I’m looking forward to more of it, hm?”

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[fritz-federleicht]

hey! i really love your slipknot fics/headcanons and i was wondering if i could get some headcanons for mick, joey and paul of what they’d be like dating a girl that’s in a band similar to babymetal? like very cutesy but also kinda brutal. no worries if you don’t want to! <3

... with a girlfriend who is sweet but also 'brutal' (Joey, Paul, Mick & Corey)

Notes: I've added Corey because I love this man so much it's unbelievable

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JOEY:

- he often accompanies you to video shoots

- when you go to him styled he always compliments you

- "Wow you look like an angel." You wear a short white dress, similar to a wedding dress

- while you stand in front of a wall with your band's logo emblazoned on it, Joey sits down on a chair with your name on it

- the music starts playing, you walk slowly to the microphone, you look at the ground

- only when your cue comes, you look directly into the camera and go from singing to yelling

- Joey nods his head to the beat of the music, his face contorted in appreciation

- After the scene is over Joey comes up to you with his arms outstretched, "That sounded wonderful doll." He kisses the top of your head

- "Thanks." You mumble against his shoulder

- after the video shoot your band has a fan meeting

- you wear a sweater from your merch

- people line up to take pictures with you, talk to you or ask for your autograph

- of course you are as nice as possible to everyone

- you say goodbye to a fan and turn around to greet a new fan, but in front of you is Joey

- "Hello beautiful lady, may I ask for a selfie?" He asks you with a grin

- "Of course beautiful man." Joey stands next to you and raises his phone in front of him

- "Smile." You smile and press a kiss to his cheek

- Joey blushes. He looks at the photo he snapped. "Cute." He says and says goodbye to you with a kiss. "See ya later."

PAUL:

- he loves this contrast between your innocent looks and your brutal music

- at every gig you wear a different outfit (for example a short skirt with a crop top), he loves every one of them

- when you start screaming into the mic, Paul can't help but adore you

- he stands at the side of the stage, hearts in his eyes and tells everyone that you're a couple

- when the concert is over you go to him, he greets you with a kiss and assures you with a smile that you have an angel voice, which you laugh at

- after you have changed your clothes you make your way to your hotel room

- once there you lie cuddled together in bed

- "I'm amazed every time how someone so cute can be so scary at the same time."

- you smile at him, "It's just like you, you're also sweet and at the same time in a scary band."

- he replied, "You're also really gorgeous.... I just love your brutal side."

- he smiles at you mischievously and winks at you

- you punch him on the arm, "I can show this side more often."

- "Oh yes please." He replies. You just shake your head

MICK:

- you want to leave the house to go to rehearsals

- before you can open the door a big shadow falls on you

- you turn around with a crooked grin

- in front of you rises your friend Mick, he looks down at you

- "Aren't you going to say goodbye to me my cute little monster?" You grin at this nickname

- you cross your arms behind your back, "Nope."

- he asks you again, "Are you sure?"

- you nod innocently

- Mick pulls you to him by your waist and kisses you desirously

- you break away from him, "I gotta go now. See you later." You kiss him goodbye and leave the house

- "Be careful... oh forget it, if you yell at the attackers they will run away anyway."

- you turn to him once more, "Everyone shows his true face sometime. Love you." "Love you too."

COREY:

- he thinks it's great that you sing in a metal band

- 100% you will release several songs together

- at the beginning you were reluctant, you didn't want to record a song with Corey, you know that many people don't take your band seriously because most of them think that metal singers have to look bad, not like cute girls who can't hurt a fly

- Corey is of a different opinion and has persuaded you to go into the studio with him

- of course Corey knows that you can scream really good, nevertheless he stood there with open mouth and admired you

- he can't believe what a wonderful girlfriend he has, beautiful and still badass

- Corey never misses a chance to tell you how happy he is with you

- when the song is released, the cover is designed by you (it has two black roses on it, both of your names jagged and squiggled over it so it's almost unreadable)

- you both hear the finished song for the first time

- "I love you so much baby." "I love you too." Both of your voices can be heard. After that Corey starts to shout, you join in shortly after.

- Corey is excited, you are too, but you still have some doubts

- Corey tries to convince you and reads out a comment from a fan:

"This song is so fucking good. I never thought that these two voices would harmonize so well. And in the beginning the declaration of love and the cut to Corey who suddenly starts screaming. More of those two, please."

- Corey grins at you, "See I told you. People love women who look cute but are dangerous at the same time." He winks at you.

- "Don't say that babe. I'm nice to everyone." You bat your eyelashes exaggeratedly and smile

- "That's cute." Corey strokes your head, pulls you close and kisses you, smiling

[in-death-we-fall]

Knot On Your Life

Record Collector #266 — October 2001

Slipknot’s recent Iowa album entered the UK album charts at No. 1 — unprecedented for a nu-metal band. Drummer Joey Jordison waxes highly lyrical

(google drive link)

Slipknot’s second proper album, Iowa, was the most eagerly-awaited rock record of 2001, and both critics and fans of the masked nine-man band from Des Moines weren’t surprised when it crashed straight into the charts at the top spot in early September. But to anyone not familiar with the crushing music of this most uncompromising of groups, the sudden glut of media appearances that followed this triumph might seem strange, to say the least. After all, these are people who urinate on stage, offer fans the chance to inhale from rectally-inserted tubes and regularly vomit onto their audiences.

Despite the band’s fearsome reputation, drummer Joey Jordison was on relaxed form as he chatted to RC from his Mid-Western home. In fact, he was willing to provide an opinion on most subjects — so RC fed him a topic, and off he went. If only all interviews were this easy, eh?

A Night In With The Knot

All round to Joey’s…

Imagine you’ve invited us to a party round at your house. What tunes would you play for us? If I’m having a party I don’t really play much metal — because the chicks get more naked if you play something light. Old Bee Gees, or Michael Jackson’s Off The Wall, they’re all good party albums

I read once that you’re into the Cars and Fleetwood Mac. Oh, yeah. The Cars — I really like their Candy-O record, man, it was one of those records that really broke New Wave in America. They were one of the first bands to use the fuckin’ New Wave keyboards in their music, man.

The one-finger thing? Yeah, yeah, yeah, totally! Like ‘Let’s Go’ with that cheesy line that they use, but it’s so infectious. We played it before a show one time — we cranked that entire song through the PA right before we hit the stage. The kids were so fuckin’ loud and pissed off! They thought we were gonna cut the cong but we played the whole damn thing (laughing), just to irritate them.

What about a bit of dance or hip-hop? I like the new Ludicrous record. And chicks often get naked when we play that new Nelly CD for some reason (laughs). I also like the Wu-Tang Clan and Ol’ Dirth Bastard’s solo stuff, and of course old Public Enemy, and the old NWA stuff. I’m much more into the old school — I don’t listen to any of that current shit.

Did you ever get into any grunge at all? For a little bit, although I was pretty strictly devoted to metal. I really can’t stand Pearl Jam though — I’ve never been a fan of them. Alice In Chains was always a metal band in hiding, with a grunge umbrella. Soundgarden’s Badmotorfinger was phenomenal, too.

What about Faith No More? A band I still devote a lot of respect to. Faith No More really turned things around for me — The Real Thing really shaped my awareness of musical styles and using them tastefully. Mike Patton is probably the most talented musician and visionary I’ve ever heard in my life.

Most people might also be surprised to hear that I’m really into glam shit too, in my other band, the Rejects (chuckles).

What — Bolan and Bowie? More like the New York Dolls and Hanoi Rocks, but it’s all good music.

Do you dress up in the appropriate manner on stage? Make-up, lipstick? Yeah, we do. It depends on the mood. But like the famous song said, though, just because I wear make-up doesn’t mean that I can’t kick your ass!

The morning after the party, what mellow tunes would you play for us? Let me check my current crop of albums. I’d probably actually wake you up with some Amen. ‘We came here to fuck you!’ That rules, dude. I love that band.

An unlikely pairing: (above) the Cars, whose ‘cheesy’ synth lines do it for Joey, and (below) the Bee Gees, for whom ‘the chicks get naked’, dude.

Gloom And Doom

The murky depths of extreme metal explored…

The introduction of Iowa’s first song, ‘People = Shit’, is pure Morbid Angel. Fuck yeah! If you’re gonna pay tribute to something, pay it to a band that kicks ass. My favourite Morbid work is Blessed Are The Sick — I think it’s untouchable.

Altars Of Madness was really cool, too. Fuck, that’s old school, man, that’s going back. I think they really came into their own around the time of Domination, when they started using the seven-string guitars.

What other metal bands are you into? I also really like Raging Speedhorn, and I gotta say Immortal’s Damned In Black is one of the finest black metal releases ever.

I thought In The Heart Of Winter was better. Yes, that fucker too — all Immortal is great. They’re one of the prime black metal bands of all time.

Have you got Slayer’s new album, God Hates Us All? Yes — it’s phenomenal.

‘Payback’ is a great song. (sings line from song) Payback, you bitch motherfucker! (sniggers)

Do you like Nile? I love Nile. Black Seeds Of Vengeance — I love fuckin’ Nile! They rule, man.

Poppin’ Out

Joey talks Britney

It’s a good time to be into metal, isn’t it? Look at it this way. Metal always stays here, it’ll never go away, because of the legions of devoted fans, man, they never go anywhere. They are always fucking gonna be there. The music will never go away. It’s been tested time and time again.

On the other hand, cheesy pop like Britney Spears and N’Sync has got a lot stronger at the same time, don’t you think? That’s very true, it’s a good point. Those bands are really big sellers for their labels. They’re all geared towards MTV; then MTV is geared to the kids; the kids bitch at their parents constantly, and then they go out and buy the record.

Sometimes these kids don’t know any better, they don’t know you can go out and get into the underground tape-trading scene, because they’re fed that shit over fuckin’ television. Which is a drug in its fuckin’ self.

We wanna turn these kids on. A lot of them have heard Korn and Limp Bizkit, but they’ve never heard a blastbeat. It’s great that we can turn them on to the underground — like a kid might never have heard of Morbid Angel, and might think that I’m the first guy to ever do a blastbeat and double bass. Which isn’t true.

Is it strange when Slipknot are included in the same nu-metal category as bands like Limp Bizkit and Korn? No. I can’t bitch about it because we are in that nu-metal group. We do have elements of the nu-metal sound, but the fact is, you can tell we come from a place that is more genuine and way more old-school than that.

Grrr!

Reasons to be angry

At the Ozzfest, Corey (Taylor, Slipknot singer) said ‘We’re going to kill everyone in the rock music industry’. Is the relationship between the band and the business really so bad? He’s always talking about that. A lot of the press — obviously not you, because you know what you’re talking about — when we were done with our first record, they said that there was no way we could top it, and were already slagging the second record. And then there’s the fuckin’ leeches that fuckin’ steal money, and the people that misquote you, and people that start fuckin’ bad rumours — and before you know it there’s a whole new list of problems that come with fame.

I’ll gladly take those problems because this is what I’ve wanted since I was five years old, but (getting annoyed) it doesn’t mean that it fucking doesn’t fucking totally fucking goad men, and totally fucking brings me to a fucking boiling point … (tails off in incoherent rage, then takes a deep breath and calms down). So a lot of those things came out, and we had a lot of personal issues when we were on the road. And we;re doing non-stop shows, so every day there’s something going on.

Havin’ It Large

Party on!

Didn’t you go drinking a lot with Casey Chaos when you were on tour together? Yeah, we do these drinking matches. I always lose. I got him one time, though. It took him a while, but he finally got fucked up and fell down the back of this bus — and Casey Chaos never pukes, ever, but he threw up this time.

I sobered up really quickly after I pissed myself in my bunk, and I came back out and I’m like, I’m ready to go again! But he had to go to bed. I may have fallen down first, but I came back for the second round. That’s been the only time.

Can you still get up and play the drums when you’ve got a sickening hangover? Oh, absolutely, dude. I’ve done it a million times. I’m not necessarily proud of it. But when the mask goes on and I fuckin’ slip into the fuckin’ boiler suit, something just happens to me, man. Everything goes away, and it’s all about us and those kids for that hour.

The Past

The bad old days…

Do you ever listen to Slipknot’s demo album, Mate. Feed. Kill. Repeat? I never ever listen to it. I’m very proud of where we come from, man, and I’ll never forget where we come from, but … that was a totally different band back then, you know, and it’s not the same.

Did you know that people are paying over £150 in this country for original copies of MFKR, if they can find them? (shocked) Christ almighty. God damn, man … they must really like the band.

It’s a lot of money to pay for someone’s demo. Or do you regard the album as more than just a demo? It’s kind of a glorified demo. It’s glorified in that it sounds really good for a demo — it’s produced really well. But there’s only six people on that record, Corey’s not the lead singer, the guitar players are different — you know, the only original members are me, Shawn and Paul on that.

The first Knot guitarist, Donnie Steele, famously left the band after a religious conversion. Yes. He was like, I found God and this band is not for me.

Even though he’d been in Anal Blast and Body Pit beforehand — two extreme grindcore bands? I guess not. He really wasn’t down with the mask thing either — when it came up he was like, I can’t do that. So I thought, hmm, OK, you’re probably not gonna work out.

Then there was Cuddles … (yawns) Yes … … but maybe I won’t go into that? Don’t. We never talk about that guy (drummer Cuddles, a member of the band from 1997-8, is alleged to be suing Slipknot at the time of writing).

The Future

What lies ahead

You once said that Slipknot is just too intense a band to survive more than a couple of albums. I get asked about that in every interview I do. But it’s cool, because it’s the truth. I think if the band broke up right now — you can call this ego, call it what you want — we might even have some kind of legendary status.

You mean, if you stopped at the peak of your form, before it got stale? Yes, like the Sex Pistols did. They did it right, man, they didn’t fuckin’ let themselves become parodies. And that’s what we plan to do with this band, once I know it’s not working. Because of all the hurt in the band, and the fact that there’s nine of us, I think if it went on too long, it would become a parody, man.

Will your records keep getting heavier and heavier, as they have so far? Well, lots of bands say their next record is gonna be the heaviest one ever, but they’re full of shit. They just say this so their fans will go out and buy it. But I can’t do that to my fans, man, because they’re the ones that got me here, y’know.

Interview by Peter Smith. Many thanks to Michelle Kerr at Roadrunner.

[poke-jimmy-butchett]

What kinda music do you listen to? Do you listen to your own stuff?

<A video is attached. In it we see Jimmy in an open Alolan shirt and a sports bra (?) ...no, that is definitely just an incredibly short crop top. Those thangs are SWANGING as Jimmy does a sort of stumbling, swaying dance on the deck of her boat. Mai Tai and Daiquiri are both dancing with her.

The song playing seems to be Kokomo, by the Beach Boys. Yeah, that makes sense. That definitely suits Jimmy's vibe. In fact this whole video seems VERY in line with Jimmy's brand. She's even mixing up a drink as she sways and sings along.

The song ends, and there is a brief moment of silence before the opening riff to Psychosocial by Slipknot starts playing, loud and startling. No one at this party seems startled though. They just keep dancing. Jimmy even starts singing along just before the video cuts off. End video ID>

I like all kinds of stuff 😂🌞🎶

[deathtastegirl]

my walmarts selling korn shirts now? i got one for 8 bucks and it the last one and it was in my size... the print quality is pretty shit but i washed it and it feels okay now. nirvana, gnr and ac/dc are plastered in the womens clothing section at walmart with crop top and tie dye ugliness, but this shirt was just swept in the back. im pretty sure its a mens shirt. also i dont feel like korns gonna become a 'walmart shirt band' joke like nirvana bcuz why would a prep buy a korn shirt? i never see a prep wearing a misfits shirt (which is at walmart) or a slipknot shirt (which is at target). im still weirded out by how there's a korn shirt at walmarts. walmart has been getting nice clothes lately (even tho its 4/10 quality) but i dunno. would walmart have coal chamber shirts?

[movedto-mrs-bluemarine]

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(B*gtop Burger S/i)

Let's goo first masc s/i!! I tried I really did to make Ghost use fem pronouns but it didn't feel right. Cesare is just too gay.

I don't trust myself to draw them and picrews wouldn't do him justice so just bare with me.

AGE: ? ? ?

PRONOUNS: HE/THEY

ADJECTIVES: TIRED & CHAOTIC

OCCUPATION: I've been debating making them an actual criminal who runs scams online or someone who sells Zomburg merchandise outside of his van for outrageous prices. Either way he's making bank

LIKES: Nu-metal & other sub genres, rock, sushi, slasher flicks, coffee, unironically enjoys Ghost and Nickelback as well

DISLIKES: Not much, they're pretty chill, except country music

LOVE LANGUAGE: Calling people "Dude" (unless asked not to)

BIGGEST INSPOS: Our king Matthew Lillard circa 1990-2000 and maybe also Jesse Pikmin for his tboy swag

Working for Zomburger, Ghost's outfits are a bash of punk and gaudy/gothic makeup. Like their name suggests, he really likes dressing up ghostly while he's on the clock. The rest of the crew at Zomburger didn't know he and Cesare were dating until they outright said so, and just assumed Ghost was a new coworker that had major tension with their boss. He gets along well with the rest, and likes to go to the gym with Conrad. He follows Zomburger around in his van, where he and Cesare also "sleep" (sleep in Ghost's case, Cesare just likes to lay around). Surprisingly, he doesn't smell too bad, and Ghost likes how cold he is, makes for a good sleeping buddy in the summer.

Outside of work he keeps his bulky ass boots and cargo pants with whatever band shirt he can find or a crop top. Their hair is short and platinum blond, and he styles it in spikes that are dyed black at the tips. And he has snake bite piercings hehe. And BLACK LIPSTICK.

Dare I add on.... top scars..... And they're the over the top kind that look super badass, because everything is a statement with Ghost.

When they first met they always pronounced Cesare's name as "Caesar". Based on true experiences. I'm a fool. He only stopped after someone else said his name correctly.

They both met after Ghost came out of a rave, it was love at first sight. Ghost thought Cesare was wearing mad cool makeup at the time, but after figuring out he was actually undead, he was cool with that too.

Their first kiss was at a Slipknot concert.

Ghost neither stops nor enables Cesare and Zomburger's shenanigans against Bigtop. Instead he does whatever he thinks is the funniest.

[emeritus-fuckers]

Heya! I missed the last matchup event and I think I might've missed this one too depending on what timezone you're in so if it's closed by the time you read this don't even worry abt it <3 (also I love all of your guys's writing sm and I hope you're all taking care of yourself)

My name is Charlotte, I identify as a woman (she/her), I'm bi with a preference for men but every once in a while my brain just goes into woman overdrive.

Who do I like? Why, you gonna try an set me up or smth? Anywho, my favourite papa is probably Nihil specifically in the MOAC and KTGG mv only because I absolutely adore the 60s and 70s (best decades for fashion change my mind). For humans my favourite is probably seestor (a bit basic, I know) because damn. My favourite ghoul would 100% Mountain because oh boy do I love drummers.

I look like your worst nightmare. Jk. I've got brown eyes that are constantly surrounded with the shittiest "grunge" eyeshadow you'll ever see, waist length brown hair with a lil bit of blonde highlights and SLUT STRANDS!! (shorter hair in the front). I'm around 5'8 and definitely on the thinner side, but not unhealthy (I eat like a bodybuilder). My style is kinda all over the place. For example, today I'm wearing my favourite tiny black and white pleated skirt with a GIANT band shirt and docs, but tomorrow I could be wearing hippie pants and a teeny tiny crop top. To summarise my fashion, either a new band shirt every day with 2 different tiny skirts, hippie pants and a tiny crop top or low rise pants with a tiny crop top. As for shoes, it's either docs or my beat up converse. I've got my first and second lobes pierced as well as my naval, tan-ish skin depending on the time of year and a lil bit of acne.

Now time for who I am as a person. I'm either gonna be super degrading or sound like a dickhead but ANYWAYS MOVVING ONNNNN. I'm pretty extroverted and sometimes loud but I can also get quiet and distracted very quickly (thanks ADHD and autism!). I love love LOVE parties and drinking and also loud concerts in the pit. I can never like something a normal amount, it has to be my ENTIRE personality lol. I'm somehow both a girls girl and also one of those "name 5 songs" mfs when I someone in a band shirt (I ONLY ASK MEN THO COS IT'S FUNNY). I squeal at my favourite things like a stereotypical fangirl and I talk to my parents like they're my friends. I'm the most CLUMBSY MOTHERFUCKER YOU WILL EVER MEET AND MY LOW ASS IRON DOESN'T HELP WITH THE BRUISING. I don't think I'm dumb considering I'm a writer with the grades to back me up on that but I definitely struggle in school because I miss so much of it (thanks seasonal depression, you go girl!). But I'm optimistic for the future.

HOBBIES TIME MY FAVOURITE!! I'm a HUUUUGE musician. I've been playing piano since I was 2 (started actual lessons when i was like 7 tho), cello since I was 12, guitar since I was 14 and bass since I was 15. I've also been singing for as long as I can remember and as of right now I'm in a metal band with my friends on vocals and bass. I also dance on the side for the fitness (guess who can tap dance!) and I LOVE reading and writing fanfiction. I've also spent over $500 on FUCKING CDS because I'm so normal about my interests! /s

I know this is probably super long already but if you wanna read some random facts abt me then here:

-I got a good ol' case of endometriosis

-I either cry never or all the time

-My favourite bands apart from Ghost are Sleep Token, Fleetwood Mac, Alice in Chains and Slipknot

-and I'm a huge lightweight despite my love of Bacardi

Thank you so much for writing for all of us nasty simps, and thank you for even having your requests open <3 stay safe!

This post is part of the 1000 followers match up event. Entries for the event are now closed.

Your match is...Young Papa Nihil

He notices how clumsy you can be. He tries to look after you and stop you bumping into things or tripping. He’ll lightly kiss anywhere you are hurt. There have also been some interesting attempts at first aid. He isn’t really sure what to do so he just kinda panics and gets you to sit down.

He is really good however at calming you down if you've had a bad day. He'll run a bath for you (candles, bubble bath the works), play guitar for you, or just sit and chat with you while he holds you close.

He loves loud parties, drinking and going in the pit at concerts. Any excuse to party and he is there. He is a lot of fun to go out with! He can make the best cocktails with Bacardi, anything you want, he'll make it for you.

Doesn't matter you can;t handle that many drinks. He'd never ever force or expect you to drink a lot, all he cares about is that you are having a good time. If you do accidently have a little too much he's happy to carry you home at the end of the night. He can sober himself up to do that as he knows you are clumsy and a drunk clumsy you... bad idea in his mind, he'll carry you.

He adores that you can tap dance. He can’t do tap but he is an exceptionally good dancer with very good hip movement ;)

He loves reading your writing and he is very supportive of it.

He is impressed at your musical abilities and you often jam together. He normally picks to play saxophone with you.

He loves to listen to you sing and he will just melt if you sing his songs to him.

~

Written by Nyx

[sp00ky-p00ky]

Hello pals, I'm just posting this makeup and filter free picture to tell you I love you lots and don't believe everything you see online. No one is perfect!! 💜 Also, Slipknot Crop Top til I die, I love this shirt sooooo much 🥰

P.S. My favorite filter is called Beauty Line, it looks like this

Don't mind my stupid face...idk what I'm doing, either 🤣😂

Have a great day ☀️💜

[page-2-ids]

Look, I was gonna try being funny in the tags about this (I’m not deleting those so look forward to that I guess), but I figured what this is in response to was a full post so this should be too.

I don’t lie on purpose unless it’s necessary to keep someone safe or something. I’m not typically in the business of going out and just saying things that aren’t true or that I don’t intend on following through with. The issue, though, is that the universe has a funny way of bending itself upside down and backwards to make anything I’ve ever promised anyone untrue within a week or two of me saying it.

Did I really intend to break away from Musicagenders to some extent? Yes.

Did my brain just decide to slap me with multiple, aggressive hyperfixations on bands that have me in a chokehold that won’t let me function normally? Also Yes!

If I could’ve stopped this from happening, I really would have. If I could’ve prevented a year bouncing between Guns N’ Roses and My Chemical Romance and Adore Delano and Bon Jovi and Warrant and Def Leppard and Quiet Riot and Slipknot and Avenged Sevenfold then back again, I swear to you all I would have. Do you know how hard it is to make cowboy hats and masks and crop tops work together? I look like a stat maxed RPG character and I can not escape this vicious cycle of sad music made by men who could be my fathers taking over my life. I’m scared to listen to new music because I know it will happen again

All that to say, it’s really starting to seem like this is just… how things are gonna be for a while. I really will still do my best to coin other stuff too, but I’m learning that promises are just land mines that I forget I put down and then step on.

[erinbeast]

Demographics

1. Name: Erin

2. Age: 32

3. Sex/Gender: Agender

4. Ethnicity: American

5. Occupation: Office Coordinator

6. Socioeconomic status: Middle Class

7. Education: Some college (Went for degree in Graphic Design)

8. Other notes:

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Physical Appearance

1. Eye color: Green

2. Skin color: Grey/Black/White

3. Hair color: Blonde Blue fluff

4. Height: 5’8”

5. Weight: 130 lb

6. Body type: Slim

7. Fitness level: Good

8. Tattoos: Assassin’s Creed “Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted” on inner forearms, Boo and ShyGuy on right shoulder, Doom insignia on left shoulder, Dead Space marker/Isaac mask on lower left forearm, Cheshire cat on right thigh, Iris flowers on left collarbone, Slipknot S on back of neck, Eyeball Squid on left thigh, Time is Now, Now is Forever on inner wrists.

9. Scars/Birthmarks: Covered in small scars from various accidents and such.

10. Other distinguishing features: Is a lemur

11. Disabilities: ADHD and Bi-Polar

12. Fashion style: Sweater dresses, tight low jeans, boots of all kinds, thigh high socks, crop tops,

13. Accessories: Multiple piercings on face including, Gauged ear lobes, quadruple helix on left ear, industrial in right ear, septum piercing, VCH, two lower lip,

14. Cleanliness/Grooming: Showers everyday, lets hair do whatever it wants.

15. Posture/Gait: Good posture, quick walk

16. Tics: Bounces leg all the time, fidgets(always has figdget toys with them)

17. Coordination (or lack thereof): Average coordination

18. Weaknesses: Stubborn as a mule, minor temper problem, BRAT

19. Other notes:

History

1. Birth date: 19 Dec

2. Place of birth: Hahn, Germany

3. Key family members: Mom

4. Notable events/milestones: Born, raised, went to college, dropped out of college, got job in retail, finally got out of retail

5. Criminal record: None

6. Affiliations: Themselves

7. Skeletons in the closet:

8. Other notes:

Psychological Traits

1. Personality type: Brat, likes to tease and play

2. Personality traits: Stubborn, affectionate, playful, temperamental,

3. Temperament: Certain things (Views on things) tend to rile them up as well as being ignored.

4. Introvert/Extrovert: Introvert

5. Mannerisms: A bit childish

6. Educational background: Finished High school average student, went to college but ultimately burned out/flunked

7. Intelligence: Average, loves learning new things, especially random trivia

8. Self-esteem: High, they love showing off

9. Hobbies: Crafting whether it be painting, string art, origami, drawing, working with resin, or sewing and playing video games of all kinds

10. Skills/talents:

11. Loves: Ruckus Mommy, music, and video games

12. Morals/Virtues: Morally sound, knows right from wrong,

13. Phobias/Fears: Spiders and being abandoned

14. Angered by: Idiots

15. Pet peeves: Chewing loudly, stupidity, assumptions.

16. Obsessed with: Doom, Call of Duty Modern Warfare

17. Routines: None, they are play it by ear

18. Bad habits: Assuming things, picking at scabs and creating scars

19. Desires: Dom

20. Flaws: Slightly quick tempered, bratty

21. Quirks:

22. Favorite sayings: Mine, Mommy please, and No

23. Disabilities: None Physically

24. Secrets: Can lie but pretends to be bad at it

25. Regrets: None so far

26. Accomplishments:

27. Memories: Too many to list

28. Other notes:

Communication

1. Languages known: English, sporadic Spanish and German

2. Preferred communication methods: Text and speech

3. Accent: None

4. Style and pacing of speech: Quick talker, talks too fast sometimes and stumbles over words

5. Pitch: Medium high

6. Laughter: Hehehehehe

7. Smile: Maniac grin or laughter

8. Use of gestures: Uses hands to gesture when talking, hands go everywhere

9. Facial expressions: Can’t keep them quiet enough, their face says it all

10. Verbal expressions:

11. Other notes:

Strengths, Weaknesses, and Abilities

1. Physical strengths: Stamina

2. Physical weaknesses: Strength

3. Intellectual strengths: Art history, random trivia of all kinds

4. Intellectual weaknesses: Math, Science, Geography

5. Interpersonal strengths:

6. Interpersonal weaknesses:

7. Physical abilities: Nothing special

8. Magical abilities: None other than he is a lemur

9. Physical illnesses/conditions: None, Healthy

10. Mental illnesses/conditions: ADHD and Bi-polar depression

11. Other notes:

Relationships

1. Partner(s)/Significant other(s): Ruckus

2. Lover(s): Ruckus

3. Parents/Guardians: None

4. Children: None, he is baby

5. Grandparents: None

6. Grandchildren: None

7. Family: Dead

8. Pets: 6 cats and 1 dog

9. Best friends:

10. Friends: Ryan, Thurry, and Otter

11. Rivals: Themselves

12. Enemies: His own mind

13. Colleagues: Eh

14. Mentors/Teachers: Resents old lit teacher from high school

15. Idols/Role models: None, he doesn’t like comparing himself to others

16. Followers: Ruckus

17. Strangers: They exist, wish they would keep away

18. Non-living things: He likes them, they don’t talk back or argue

19. Clubs/Memberships: Brat Club

20. Social media presence: Tumblr and Twitter, occasionally watches TikTok, not huge on the trends though

21. Public perception of them: They do not care

[zagreusboon]

Gimme my shirt slipknot

Gimme me my stupid little pink crop top with your stupid logo on it🥰🔪

[pupqake]

‘Faceless’ by me, an Ode to my earlier style of metal-influenced trap songs, i decided to bring some of that vibe back 😤 enjoy

[lilbbface]

[the-slasher-madame]

★ Random Thoughts Masterlist! ★

Why I got tumblr

Casually insecure reader writing prompt

I’M the jealous one here

Why the twins would kill me

Bo and his double barrel shotgun

Vinny knows French

Seggsy Vinny 👀

My biggest regret

Fruity Sinclairs

Sinclair twins’ birthday

How to make internet friends

Pride month 🌈

Proofreading?? Don’t know her

Sinclair childhood writers

To awkward for the ruse

Road salt

My father and the Sandman

Vincent vs. Bo

The deal

Notifications

Manhandled by Thomas Hewitt

To awkward to engage

Bo bringing hell with him

Painting cures depression

Drawing a header

Analyzing Thomas Hewitt’s breakdown

I hate my memory

Miniature tools

Fiery anniversary

Blogs v. Time

About to Stan one Lester Sinclair

Wet cat Billy Lenz

Don’t apologize

Pikachu man

I feel loved 🥺

It’s Brittany bitch

Don’t wanna disappoint

House of wax on Instagram is 0/5 ★s

ETHAN HAWKE???

Love and comfort <3

There’s a bee in my tumblr

The Black Phone (but as a date)

Fang ily so much 🥺🥺

Sleepy Mikey sleepy me

Barbie and the Hack Saw

Barbie’s hollow tits part 2

Jason and Michael’s headaches

Devotion *shudders*

Requests and traumaversaries

Photographing art tips pretty please

Metal thoughts?

DCAU slaps

Slipknot got slipnapped

Uma Thurman?

I love slashers

CUPCAKE

David Bowie and Geography: A Confused Disaster

Knitting

Christian Bale

Brahms and ‘The Haunting’

They done knew

Request update

Christian Bale pt. 2

Shirt

Lester vibes 🦝

Beauregard Sinclair is an ass

SLASHERS IN CROP TOPS 2022

He kinda short tho

Friendly reminder that I love y’all <3

Gay Grabber Moment

Eddie nickels

Mick Thomson

I really hate my memory right now

⭐️ anon and Ethan Hawke’s tits

Brain freeze

Sinclairs and Tourette’s Syndrome

Brahms, Stu, and Lester have never seen stretchmarks before IG

Milk

Bo Sinclair and the Grabber have no right sounding that sexy

Some Positivity!!

The Sinclairs are touchy in the summer 👀

Brahms and Bo, once again, have sexy voices that make me weak

The Grabber and that 70′s boob window shirt

Hot men short-circuit brain

Simping pays off

Mello Yello

I want Bo to glue my lips shut 🥺

Kiss me Bo please 🥺

Art update

Thank you Ziggy <3

Lester stans Miku

@ neurotypicals

More of me feeling bad about my request times

Prophetic flash

My first piece of hate 🤩

The deal part 2: the electric boogaloo

I’M BACK BITCHES

ROCK CANDY

Can you spare a crumb of Ghost lore?

Horrorsexual