"hey, fuck marry kill: pete steele, dave mustaine, james hetfield. no passes."
𝐮𝐠𝐡. 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞. the big four had never been her source of inspiration, never been something that sawyer had found to be something she'd willingly listen to. of course, there was respect there, the fact that metallica, megadeth, slayer and anthrax had brought metal to the forefront in the americas wouldn't ever go unnoticed. and she knew to say she knew none of any of their discographies would have her crucified. sawyer's gaze narrowed towards her friend, pushing her tongue to the inside of her cheek in thought before finally answering, ❛ i'd ... kill dave mustaine, fuck peter steele and — ❜ sawyer then shrugged, knowing she didnt need to think on the final reply, ❛ i guess marry james hetfeild. he kinda looks like a giant teddy bear anyway. ❜












