Primo Matthew: Gracias a Diox no era mi primo.

Let’s dedicate a funeral black metal song to this gentleman and then a minute of silence. 

There.

Now we’ll continue to listen more metal.

To check out some Dan Stevens and/or David  Morrissey pics while listening Slayer or  Benediction. (Eyecandy+ earcandy combo XD)

¡Ay Matthew, yo también quiero recochar con vos, ohme!

[Traducción de los colombianismos

*Recochar es  compartir bromas y reirse con alguien

*Ohme es la mala pronunciación paisa de “hombre”]

lastnightatkennethsparty:

Yes. Your birthday was two days ago. I remembered today, which maybe means that I’m a horrible person, or that I’m an alcoholic or maybe it means nothing. I just read your birthday post and it amazes me the similarity of our thinking. We are soooo different and the same at the same time. I hate my birthday. Almost as I hate Christmas but not as much. And maybe reading that you don’t really care about it should make me feel better about me forgetting, but the truth is that yes, our birthdays are the day we get older… but are they really? Aren’t we getting older every day? Every minute? The important thing is not only get older but to grow.

I really don’t know much about you, I know in which country you live and what music you enjoy (I don’t even know your name) but I know I want to know, and I know that I like getting a tweet from you or anything because you make me laugh. I know your cat’s name is the same as my dog’s name which I find very cool and I sign, for what I don’t know.

Anyway, here have a GPODS just because you deserve it and also I give you 5 minutes of God (my God anyway) so you can go back and be miserable about your birthday, but before remember that I like you, as simple as that J

The promise is fulfilled. Thank you so much, and I’m amazed that you share the same gloomy perspective on birthdays that mine. I had no cake, but had ice cream. (And I totally appreciate the british eyecandy you sent). 

That Morrissey’s song is nice, it’s cool that you shared it with me.

My heart feels warm.

When I heard his voice, I felt that my brain was glass being shattered (that’s how I can describe how mindblown I was) and began to hyperventilating. I had to settle  down myself by listening some metal.

So lastnightatkennethsparty goes for the face and We/I go for the eyes? That’s team work, ladies,gentlemen and spirits!

Mono, tirame un ojo. Es pa’ un anillo mágico que me sube 1 dado en persuasión y control mental.

*Mono es jerga colombiana para hombre rubio.

Esta estúpida alergia me está volviendo loca. Pobre yo.

pointlessthingsispendmytimeon:

The meme is mine but the picture is blatantly stolen from contactmusic.com.

Downton Abbey’s 3rd series: Mankinis for all male cast!!  o__0 And just to balance things, bikinis for all the actresses (even for Maggie Smith 0____o)

I hope Dan Stevens never learns how to hypnotize, because he already has the eyes and the voice to achieve perfect results on that. 

I have this mental image of him, standing in a balcony, dictator style, in front of a crowd (mostly of straight women) and then through speakers he gives the command: “Dictius Te Necare” -“You must kill yourself”- and people start to stab themselves in the neck with forks.

I’m sure he wouldn’t use that skill for those evil purposes, but there are things that have infinite possibilities.

(BTW, the Bethlehem’s album  ”Dictius Te Necare”, has been of the most harsh things I’ve heard in metal, only for hardened sensitivities.  I enjoy it the most when I’m sad, curious, right?)

Dan’s eyes are so mesmerizing, that can become an obsessive idea.

Los ojos de Dan Stevens son una cosa intoxicante que obsesiona.