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Corey Taylor covers up Slipknot burns with tattoos

SLIPKNOT frontman COREY TAYLOR had to cover up scar tissue from the band's crazy early shows with tattoos.

looking for references for corey's tattoos and found this gem

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The Father, the Bun, and the Holy Ghost

Hey! I don't have the spoons today to put this up and tag it on AO3 and/or Knotfic, but I wanted to post it anyway. I'll upload it there in a few days or whenever I have the time and energy.

In that case, consider this a sort of open beta reading :) Summary: Shawn and Sid get the munchies one night while on tour, and explore a new city to find a restaurant with an unusual theme.

Word Count: 1076

Rating: Gen

Characters: Sid Wilson, Shawn Crahan

Pairing: 0/6

The Father, the Bun, and the Holy Ghost

‘Sorry daddy, I’ve been -’

Shawn swats Sid from across the table. ‘That’s not the words. Here.’ He shoves a fry into his hand and pops the lid from off Sid’s drink. Not technically the right ritual either, but they’ll skip the confession shit for now. The food is hot, so state of grace be damned.

As he shifts he catches a whiff of pot stink from his jacket. They shared another joint on the way over so he knows they both have to stink at this point, all the smoke and sweat and probably other things liberated by the misty spring rain they had walked through to get here. Everything in this city closed early for some reason.

But this is a burger place somewhere close to midnight, who else is it open for anyway besides the stoners?

Probably not good Christian boys, even if weed was legal in this country. He thinks. He doesn’t have time to remember such things on tour. Nobody seems to be batting an eye about the smell of the Devil’s lettuce though, so they’re probably fine.

Something about the cocktail tickles his limbic system in a way that reminds him of evenings spent loitering behind the high school, bumming smokes off each other from friends and tucking butts inside their pockets to avoid leaving evidence.

Anyway, the stench that leaches off them still doesn’t mask the hot and crispy smell from off the trays. Thick-cut golden fries with skin, the burger bleeds that weird pink juice that isn’t blood, but sure looks like it — nothing like the anaemic grey things they usually manage to grab from a drive-through between shows.

‘Earth to Shawn?’ Sid’s still holding his fry between his fingertips like a joint, waiting.

‘Alright, alright. Now eat it.’ Shawn sloshes the open drink in one hand as he gestures. A few drops — (the blood of Christ, amen) — land on the buns, fries scattered around it like manna (don’t worry, I’ll pay. Let’s go. No, it’s not too far, we’ll walk, I’m starving.) Midnight, high school, hotel. Follow the fryer and grease smell inside.

Where were they again?

He shakes his head and floats himself back down to Earth, and listens to the ice crackling in his drink as he waits for the man across the table to finish chewing. Somewhere between one and thirty minutes later, Sid conquers the solitary little fry and grins.

‘Okay, now gimme the blood,’ he says, wiggling his fingers in a lazy impression of Count Dracula.

He pauses. ‘Wait, does this make us vampires? Holy shit, is Jesus a zombie?’ Sid whispers in horror — maybe dramatic, but maybe real if his high is anything like the one smoothing out Shawn’s frontal lobes.

Grabbing Shawn’s free hand, Sid peels his sparkling, bloodshot eyes open like he’s about to spill some big secret and over the table. Sid blinks, trying and mostly failing to focus, his eyes swimming a little as he’s distracted by the neon sign over Shawn’s shoulder.

Shawn’s facing away from the wall, but he can see the logo mirrored on the window, shimmering through the glazed reflection and backlit by the city lights beyond it.

‘Sidney.’

‘Are we cannibals?’

‘You’re not even Catholic. Do you want me to do it or not?’ Shawn asks. Goddamn zombie Jesus. He sighs. An argument for when they’re more baked, perhaps.

Not that they’re being proper about the thing anyway, but this isn’t much of a church either, let alone a cathedral, so who cares. Despite the topical verses printed on the cups and the cheeky golden calf by the tip jar (’alms for the poor’). In another life he might be able to remember what the verses are about, but currently his attention is doing double duty.

Shawn holds the drink to Sid’s face and gently backhands him again when he moves to pick it up. Sid gets the idea and lets Shawn hold the cup while he takes a sip, swishing it around in his mouth. He looks at Shawn expectantly.

‘That’s it?’

‘By the power vested in me by the state of Iowa, I now pronounce you cleansed of fast food sins. Heathen. Can we eat now?’

‘Can I have your pickle?’

‘What, your thirst hasn’t been slaked yet? Spiritually speaking of course. Don’t waste the blessing, or we’ll have to do it all over again.’ He laughs and shakes his head, and peels open his sandwich, plopping the vinegary wafer onto Sid’s plate.

‘You’re gross,’ he says.

‘Hey, fuck you, it was your weed.’

Sid tucks the evil green thing into the real lettuce and folds his burger back together. Shawn methodically snaps the lid back on his drink and unwraps his straw, squinting at the verse printed on the paper, something from Ecclesiastes. One of the nicer books of the thing, if he remembers correctly. He tucks the paper his pocket to look up in the bedside Bible back at the hotel.

They eat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights and the sizzle of fries cooking. Now and then the doorbell jingles as someone enters the restaurant. Sid bums the occasional fry from his plate; Shawn lets him. The high settles into his muscles as the food sits warm in his belly.

There's no clock in here, but the sound of the remaining ice cubes rattling as Sid finishes his drink bring him back to Earth again.

Sid taps his arm.

‘Hey, I saw a fried chicken place with a sexy chicken lady logo on the way here. Do you think that one’s themed like a strip club?’

Sure, why not? If a burger could be redeemed, chicken probably could too.

‘Let’s check it out. There’s a mini-fridge in the room for leftovers.‘

They clear their table and stack the trays on top of the bin. Shawn slips his jacket back on again as they go outside. As they open the door, in the distance, he fancies he hears the ring of a church bell.

‘I’ll buy,’ Shawn says, ‘but you owe me a joint for this one.’

Sid laughs and gently shoves into Shawn with his shoulder, hands in his pockets as they head back into the night.

‘Any time, dude. Any time.’

FINI

Ecclesiastes 9:7 - Go, eat your food with gladness, and drink your wine with a joyful heart, for God has already approved what you do.

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i found these pics (i would have guessed yearbook photos, but the source said 2001) and oh my god

corey has THEE most unfortunate hair here

(going down the rows left to right I think this is sid, joey, paul, chris, jim, craig shawn, mick, corey?)

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oh my god. sid in Cookie Monster pyjamas?

no … Shawn in Cookie Monster pyjamas

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I think I decided on everyone’s camp names for the camp maggot setting, although I don’t know what to do with this information. I went with more traditional naturey nicknames mostly.

No idea if I’ll actually write a story with this setting but it’s fun to daydreamb. For those keeping track

Summary: Sweet Pea (Sid), Gecko (Joey), Piglet (Paul), Bug (Chris), Biscuit (Jim), Cricket (Craig), Moose (Shawn), Bubbles (Mick), Tigger (Corey) Blossom (Alessandro), Juju (Jay), Slinky (Michael)

Gecko & Slinky work in Climb

Bug & Juju work in Arts and Crafts

Biscuit & Bubbles work in Camping

Moose & Blossom work in Nature

Piglet works in Paddle

Cricket works in Archery

Tigger works in Swimming

Loose reasoning/inspo:

Sid: Sports (nn Sweet Pea)

I think it was Ross (?) who said something like that Sid puts an ‘amazingly sweet vibe into every room’. Of course he’s a sweetpea.

Joey: Climbing (nn Gecko)

I was thinking of cresties because there’s a black/red variant (more orangey tho) and they have cute, grippy little paws. They could probably hold tiny drumsticks. Plus in this setting obviously they’re good at climbing.

Paul: Paddle aka boating (nn Piglet)

They are both friend shaped (also obviously referencing his pig mask although I don’t know if they have a band yet).

Chris: Arts & Crafts (nn Bug)

Originally I thought of Weevil (a reference to his mask , weevils are beetles with long snouts). Bug sounded better.

Jim: Camping (nn Biscuit)

a nickname from camperhood, after Seabiscuit because he had/has ‘horse girl hair’. Also because he is all legs like a horse.

Craig: Archery (nn Cricket)

Still notoriously quiet here so, so crickets.

Shawn: Nature (nn Moose)

Big, cranky, could kill you, looks cute, could kill you, still cute.

Mick: Camping (nn Bubbles)

Just one of those dumb nicknames that are like opposites, he gets a cute nickname because he’s big and kinda scary. But the kids still love him.

Corey: Swimming (nn Tigger)

Boundless energy. Also ginger. This just felt right too.

Alessandro: Nature (nn Blossom)

I am once again thinking about the flower beard pic but this one also just felt right. And a little bit more opposite-nickname funny because blossoms are small and delicate.

Jay: Arts and Crafts (nn Juju)

Just a play on his name from Jay to Jay-Jay Juju. This one just felt right.

Michael: Climbing (nn Slinky)

This guy is constantly moving I swear. Also I think he gets accidentally tangled in the low ropes elements a lot. Maybe not so accidentally too.

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more slipknot facts for kidz

All of these are identical on the Simple English Wiki version, from what I could tell. It is kind of cute to see what details get included that you might otherwise miss in the regular English Wikipedia though:

Corey Taylor Facts for Kids:

Mick Thomson Facts for Kids (no number here, apparently):

Shawn Crahan Facts for Kids: "He looks like a clown when he is wearing his mask".

Craig Jones Facts for Kids: "Also known as the Silent One".

the Jim page is a little out of date, but lets us know that Jim enjoys fishing and playing video games in his spare time :)

Paul's page: "He was born in Los Angeles, California and moved to Slipknot's home town when he was just a baby."

Not much for Joey, but seems like Simple English (and therefore KidzSearch) doesn't get updated as frequently, since some of the verbs are still present tense:

Aaaaand, best for last:

I love how like 3/4 of this article is devoted to 1. his antics and 2. his injuries (and letting us know about how much he loves Transformers).

I was a little surprised that the KidzSearch wiki still included info on drugs, for example, but it appears to only really censor sexual content.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

just sharing this cute as hell cozy stoner fic for your Saturday morning, whenever you wake up :3

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What does 0/6 mean? Just curious!

It’s a ship name 😊 Short for Sid (#0) and Shawn (#6).