forgive-and-forget-everything:
I once went to a concert with a friend (I don’t remember the band, she dragged me along) when I was 16. They were starting a wall of death and this guy who was flirting with me decides it would be funny to pull my top down, exposing my breasts, then throw me in the middle of this wall of death right as it’s about to meet. When I stumble in the middle and hit the wall someone screamed “STOP! EXPOSED GIRL!” and I thought they were all going to oggle at me. Instead, one guy quickly helped me cover up, three more helped me to my feet, and another asked who did that. When I pointed out the guy, two of them looked at him, me, each other, then nodded and punched the guy in the face before forcing him into the wall that was about to form again.
Metal men are gentlemenly as shit.
that was actually such a pleasant plot twist *-*
some metal heads are the most down to earth people you will ever meet to be honest
its like a known rule by most people that go to metal concerts (mainly guys) that if theres a girl who could potentially get hurt they get them out of the way
this one time i got caught up in a mosh pit and i get hit in the face, and one of the guys in the mosh pit ran over, bear hugged me, picked me up, and brought me out of the pit. he asked me if i was ok and i said i would be fine so he patted me on the head and told me to be more careful
The purest of metals are always covered by a healthy coating of earth.
I’ve been in a lot of pits and EVERY time I’ve fallen/ben knocked down, instead of getting trampled, four or five people immediately rushed to help pick me up and make sure I was okay. Metal heads are the best
Are we going to ignore the “coating of earth” joke? ‘Cause I don’t think we should.
i love everything about this post.
All the guys I met at metal concerts always kind of protected me from getting hurt. They are really caring.
i was in a mosh pit at a la dispute concert and my phone fell and everyone around me stopped and formed a circle and shined their lights on the ground and found it, and later on when it got pretty serious this guy i didn’t know pulled me out to the side so that i didn’t get hurt. always the best.
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I went to a Gamestop to turn in a Playstation 2 slim that I had put towards a full preorder of Bayonetta for my brother to go with the 360 I bought him.
I noticed this raggedy looking kid that was poking around, looking real excited, and he turns to his mom, who’s wearing a grey sweatshirt with cigarette burns and grey sweatpants, obviously super poor. The kid goes “Oh wow, mom, look how cool this one looks!” and he picks up a copy of Gitaroo Man, for the PS2. I was pretty impressed, because that’s probably my second favorite game of all time.
His mom says, pretty gruffly, “That don’t look like it’ll fit in your Gameboy. That’s what we came here to get.” I guess they were Christmas shopping early. It made me kinda sad because the kid looked to be maybe 9 or 10, and he didn’t believe in Santa anymore. The kid looked kinda sad and put it back, then started staring at which GBA game he wanted.
I’ve been pretty depressed for the last couple weeks, but I was kinda happy that this was something I could do something about. So, I did. I turned around and bought the copy of Gitaroo Man, Metal Gear Solid 3 and Gungrave: Overdose (some of my favorite games) then I handed him the bag full of everything, the PS2, the two controllers I had with it and the games. He looked at me and asked why I did and told him, “Because Santa sent me.” And then I looked up at his mom and his mom was crying, and that made me cry, and I left Gamestop a blubbering mess.
Felt fucking great, man.
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