Little Mealspo

likes charge reblogs cast

literally if you’re new to tumblr: reblog shit

“it wont fit my aesthetic” make a sideblog. reblog to it.

“i hate tagging” don’t tag then. reblog it anyway.

“but my likes are public” ppl here dont fucking look at your likes. they dont do anything anyway. reblog it.

“you just want attention” jokes on you, I dont make shit anymore. I’m talking about other artists.

“it’s embarrassing” tumblr is an anonymous platform. make a sideblog if you’re too pansy

“but on twitter its fine to have lurk accounts” well they suck ass here and are assumed to be bots. reblog.

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

Of course, König listens to Rammstein. Everyone and their grandma listens to Rammstein.

Nay, König is an absolute metalhead ✨snob✨ and Rammstein is just the peak of the iceberg of his music taste and habits.

He has a jacket with all the patches with concerts he went to, hand-sown and bought at the venues he visited.

Sometimes he does corpse paint under his sniper hood.

As a teen he practiced how to growl in his room while listening to Cannibal Corpse until his parents asked him to at least keep this feral habit to a manageable volume.

This reserved giant goes absolutely berserk under the shower, singing along to Amon Amarth and Arch Enemy.

The first time he broke a bone was in a moshpit at a Bury Tomorrow concert while he was on leave. He is absolutely embarrassed about it.

His taste for the big titty goth girls and pals comes along with a taste for the goth genre.

Renaissance Fairs and medieval metal events are the best for he has an excuse to dress up with something including a hood to cover his face. He is not allowed to do the axe throwing thing at most venues at this point anymore because his throwing skills are legendary.

He sings along to every song of Feuerschwanz in the car and his pre-battle-hype-up-playlist is exclusively Parkway Drive.

Sometimes he planes jobs around concerts he would like to see.

And of course he has a collection of band shirts which his S/O is only allowed to share once they dated for a while.

Once more for those in the back.

proud family

photographers/stylists in the 90s working with trent: ok So we’r gonna get real gay with it