Thursday, April 17, 2008

What To Do My Psychology Project On

Tick, tock. And he repeated to infinity.

These have been some difficult days between exams, academic competitions, early relationships ... All are jointly and makes me want to return to the safety of my bed, now that if we add my next move it's chaos.

well aware But I can not deny Tokio Hotel, and I do not want xD , and pacing by [info] LJ aelilim , I learned things, you know, that Twins are going to live alone ... Oh, yes! Solos * bad *. eager think

then got a photo shoot and I had enough material to create "something" and be happy. Sure, sure that I do not deviate from the pending issue of my fic, much less of a Tom / Bushido I I know I get a shirt of eleven staff but Cide is the culprit (?)

xD Anyway, I leave you with a "drabble?, which has no rationale, much less explaining

uu \u0026lt; / lj>
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Pairing: Tom / Bill or Bill / Tom or Kaulicest or how they prefer xD.
Warnings: Slash . Twincest.


Uncertainty.

Yes, yes, no.

been more than two hours, but look you are tired to hear it even more. Nothing seems to keep you happy, you smile on one side, give orders and tired sigh.

Yes, yes, no.

Crosses the left leg, you're tired, you play with your fingernails and I look in the mirror, wet your lips and return your gaze to the girl's makeup. Explain some gestures to one of your eyes has become more loaded than the other.

Yes, yes, no . Gustav

looks at me sideways, I do not really pay attention plays with his hands, pretending to play his drums. But his eyes show what annoyed me is all we are only a few minutes into the concert, and we are here, seeing how they want to look perfect .

Yes, yes, no.

Finally the beeps makeup of joy and smiles approvingly as you turn around. My tongue piercing is guided me when I see you say you were not perfect would deny that we are not at midnight.

Yes, yes, no.

You look at all side, awaiting approval. You only get a grunt of "Finally" by Georg Gustav a yawn and a knowing look from me. Everyone exits the dressing room, you top up the toilet and I invite to approach with a smile.

Yes, yes, no.

knock on the door and stop what would be a brainstorming session fluids probably shatter the nerves of the makeup and the staff.

You look a little more salt in the mirror and vocalizing something. Accommodate my cap, some dreadlocks out of place.

so complicated What Bill Kaulitz, my twin, my friend, my lover.

Yes, yes, yes.

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