Hailsatanifyouplease - I'm Just Kidding. Maybe.

@novacallisto and @slappycr0w thank you both for the tag 💜

I don't look like either of them, so it's 0/10 (I'm female btw).

I wish I had curly hair like Jason or at least wavy like James, but my hair is straight 😅 color depends on the season, but it's rather dark blonde. I'm also not so skinny like they were in this pic and I have brown eyes.

Only thing that we have in common, apart from the looks (which we don't), is sense of humor and my laughter sounds like Jason's 😂

I tag: @mljxxxdaily @hetfield89 @metalmaidenn

If you have a real life person as your pfp, I don't care if it's Taylor Swift or something, my subconscious will assume you look like that irl. Sometimes my subconscious even assumes that I look like my pfp irl. And if your pfp is not a real life person... Tbh my subconscious still assumes you look like that irl.

You know what, tag yourself... How close in appearance do you think you are to your pfp? Interpret how you will

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No one will convince me that these two weren't at least good buddies

Matching outfits 🥹🥰

Nah... In another photo (from the same session) they seem happy and okay ☺️🙃😂

Stolen from Instagram @metallicumd

Perfection! 👌

Happiest birthday to this little cutie pie 🎉🎉🎂🎂🥰🥰

I hope he has a great birthday full of fun memories!! 💜💜🎂🎂🥳🥳🤭🤭And many more to come!! Cheers 🥂🥂

just a little something inspired by sleepless thoughts about james and jason and their relationship. (not a ship piece!)

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they’d been so close, and for so long, and foolishly jason believed he could take the place above james’s ego and fear, that maybe metallica as an entity wouldn’t suffocate what they’d built.

he was wrong.

and in complete honesty, jason couldn’t find it in himself to be completely surprised when james said they could “make other arrangements”. it was a threat, after all, and in james’s mind jason had become a traitor to the great and powerful metallica. it was all or nothing. complete loyalty to the band or none at all.

even after leaving, signing the paperwork and taking his amps and focusing on echobrain, jason still dreamt of him, of the softness his features took on when he was asleep, or relaxed, or they found a moment on stage together when 40,000 people melted away and it was just them. james used to look into his eyes and smile, ecstatic and wild, and the first time it happened all those years ago jason knew he was hooked. he had his dream and he’d do whatever it took to prove he’d earned it.

james had thanked him once, over several beers and little sleep, for not giving up on them in the beginning.

“we put you through so much shit, man, and you just took it.”

“i had to. i mean, i knew it was gonna be worth it in the end.”

james had been quiet for a moment, rubbing his thumb over the edge of his bottle. finally, he spoke, and he couldn’t meet jason’s gaze. “did you?” he asked. “did you really know?”

“i trusted you enough to let myself believe it. i still do.”

and he hadn’t needed to say anything else. they sat in silence until the first gray light of dawn, peaceful in each other’s space. afterwards, tossing under his starchy hotel sheets, jason fell half asleep dreaming of cheering crowds, bright lights, and james right beside him, smiling.