Monday, December 13, 2010

Tokyo Girls beware; Bill Kaulitz & Tom Kaulitz are on the heat radar!

They’ll make you hyperventilate in your chair when you take a look of this photo of them, trust me. It does makes you want to get out of the house, buy a plane ticket and get your alienated ass over there to Tokyo and shout; “Move over you pale white skin, almond eyed chicks, those boys are mine!” doesn’t it? And no offense to those beautiful girls with features that I have just described but still, this means war! Ah okay, it does makes so much sense now why Bill had to wear like he is ready to march and kill any arch enemy who comes in his way! I have to say Bill; you are one hell of a good looking army man that I have ever seen in my eighteen years of living. I mean, hey. Feel free to shoot me anytime you want! Cause those bullets around your fine body is definitely usable for something right? Claiming himself to be looking like one hot soldier, he does need to be captured alive especially when he wore it over a black tank top which covers his butter-creamy skin that makes you feel like you want to have your fingertips dancing on it all day long. Okay, so that’s covered. But Bill we can’t see your muscular arms anymore, why do you have to hide it from us? That army jacket is one jacket you feel like burning it into ashes and sprinkle it away like fairy dust but yet considering it looks so fitting, and fire-blazing on Bill, you’d have yourself crying out for some dollar notes so that you could get one just like that and style it down the street as heads turns over to you with mouth gushing; “Oh no She did not have that jacket like Bill’s!”

As you stare longer at the photo you’d realize that Bill’s sexy pushed back hairdo has one strand of hair falling out his flawless forehead, swiping to one side with a curl which gives him a touch of wildly handsome looking undercover army man who is actually a personified rocker. Then your eyes gladly glide down his arms and to have found a pair of black fingerless gloves on his soft pillow-like hands. Everything seems to be completed for him from the faded grey skinny jeans to his accessories; imagine with those hands covered by black fingerless gloves holding a silver plated revolver, aiming directly at your heart with the mouth of the gun touching your skin as his lips volume into a full luscious smirk while his magnetic brown eyes stared at you as if he is inviting you to meet sweet resurrection of delusional death. So don’t you think you do deserve a plane ticket to Tokyo, to be that girl?

Meanwhile on the right hand corner, the next contender we have is the twin brother who showered his body with the color white as if he is the fallen angel who is going to make some hot mess tonight in Tokyo. So a plain white T-shirt was chosen to justify his rock hard body that looks like it just came out of the gym a few seconds ago. Like he had undergo a process of thousands of sits up, carrying weights, and bathe in his sweat that even to you it’ll be looking like he is doing an advert to your eyes. But he too, had it layered with an off white-chocolaty cardigan which reels your eyes over to want to grab it and tear it off his body so that you could just bite his arms out! But be careful earthlings of humanoid city, because next to him, there’s a boy who has a gun with countless of bullets. Don’t tick him off or he'll might just shoot you. Though, I don’t think you’d mind anyway do you? Let’s just say to him, Bill that tickles! and Once your body was pierced hardcore with that bullet and you had yourself in a blood bath, make sure you make your death a memorable one as you still had your last breath to kiss over Tom’s bubblegum smelling lips that calls you out heavenly ever since you got struck by his angelic looks. And not to forget, since Tom is sporting a delicious wrist watch, he’d be the sexy doctor in white to record your time of death. (;

and for more tasty photos, here are some for you to munch your pretty eyes off, you beautiful mannequins of humanoid city.




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