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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.

Metal guys are one big family. Simple as that.

I remember seeing this for the first time like a year ago and not once have I seen it and not reblogged it because this is just amazing.

Once, at a Nine Inch Nails concert, I got pushed back into the mosh pit when the girl standing next to me had to be helped out of the front lines by the security crew. (She had gotten her nose ring caught on someone’s sweater and needed to be extricated and given medical assistance.) Now, while I love me some front lines, at 5’1 and some change the mosh pit is not my cup of tea. I grabbed the biggest, most metal guy I could find, shouted into his ear “Get me out of here!” and he immediately lifted me up (no funny stuff and no questions asked) and crowdsurfed me the hell out of there.

Metal guys are the absolute best.

Great story about a metal girl. I got dragged into a pit during a metal festival and all of a sudden this drunk guy comes charging at me and I sort of braced for impact, but before he could hit me there was this chick with more piercings than I could count between us. She was barely an inch taller than me ( I’m 5’ ) and she was yelling in his face. Telling him ” What do you think you’re doing running into a teenage girl? You proud of yourself?” and shaming him with words. The guys around me got involved and so did that girls. I thanked the girl profusely and she hugged me, and proceeded to keep an eye on me for the rest of the night. ❤