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.

This fucking this^^^ 

I’ve always loved this.

I went to my first concert a few months ago and there were these really tall men with black vest tops and tattoos and piercings surrounding us screaming loudly when the music started playing, but then we realised this kid in the crowd had lost his mum so they tried to comfort him and when he started crying they asked him his name and he shakily sobbed “Eliot” at which point they lifted him in the air onto the shoulder’s and shouted at the top of their lungs “ELIOT’S MUM, ELIOT IS LOOKING FOR YOU. EXCUSE ME HAS ANYONE SEEN ELIOT’S MUM!!!” at which point Eliot started giggling between sobs until he finally found his mum while in the air.

Seriously, I have felt safer in groups of death metal dudes than in the group of the preppiest preps that ever prepped.

Now I feel like I have to go to a d metal concert.

Literally every time I see this post it has a different story or two and it just makes me so happy 

Metalheads are my favorite music fans.  They pick you up, they take care of you in a pit, they make sure you’re okay, and they keep a lookout for people who need help.  I fucking love metal pits.

Because most metal fans grew up feeling alienated or outcasted, they’re not jerks who were handed everything.

And they are a big group of sweetie pies. My favorite moment was at a Finntroll show where me and my friend wound up right in the front basically getting pushed up against the flimsy metal barrier things. It was awesome but this place was so packed I thought we were gonna die of heatstroke. And then the bassist opens a bottle of water, drinks some, hands it to the guys next to us, he drinks some and then hands it to me.

It was like “yeah moshing is totally metal but not dehydration. Water is brutal.”

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