#tokio hotel poster

[itzmaztercom]

Appreciation post for Gustav❤️❤️

[itzmaztercom2]

I know very well that nothing matches in my room but I don't care tbh

[d0wn-in-the-morgue]

[urfavgirl2]

GEORGE FACE ABAHAHAH ( HE RAN THROUGH THE MONSOON A LIL TOO MUCH Y'ALL)

[tokiohotelthinker]

☆ tokio hotel poster ☆

[00kimii]

✭ Poster for your room by

‎‎‎‎tokio hotel! ✭

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[s0m3one224]

Ever since school started I would get dropped off at my best friends house and we would walk to school together! I love her room and her family, she’s the coolest. The right side is hers which is filled wt Tokio hotel and the left side is her sisters which is k-pop. @rotteningbastard <- my best friend (also shown previously o.o)

[mircoalien]

¡Hallo! kleine aliens. Well, I don't know how many days have passed, what is certain is that I revived, and possibly I won't, from now until a week, because I have exams, projects, stress, anger, etc. and also because I have no ideas, What to talk about, I don't know anyway, I don't know what to talk about, give me ideas, by the way listen to Black Veil Brides, and I also bought a metal poster of The Beatles👽🛸...

[mistbunny]

my teenage bedroom

[evadingreallife]

Ive learned just now that tokio hotel were a german band wtf

[cobycobsy2k]

These posters are REALLY amazing!!✨

Posters from magazines (2000s)  

[itzmaztercom]

Tokio hotel header & keyboard wallpaper (?)

[shojizbae]

Just take yourself back to 2006

Tom Kaulitz x Reader

It's the later days of MySpace and the early days of YouTube, and Tokio Hotel is starting to take off. Fan girls are really beginning to amass, and the world getting very familiar with Tokio Hotel. One young German girl had since seen the band and their aesthetics and decided to change her appearance almost entirely. One walk down to the convenience store later, she locked herself in the bathroom for the night. She pulled an all-nighter, and when she emerged from her bedroom the following day, her mother jumped at the sight.

Gone was the good little Jewish girl she had raised. Drugstore eyeliner was coating your waterline. Different locks of your hair were bleached or had been dyed neon pink. Your once sensible collared shirts and khaki pants had been exchanged for a pair of low-rise bootcut jeans you accidentally bought when out with your great aunt. A lack of cool bras was exchanged for a leopard print bikini layered under a white camisole, which you had tied around your waist. You had taken a sharpie to your nails, and your lips were drenched in strawberry glaze lip gloss.

"Oh, good morning, liebe!" your mom quivers behind the batter bowl. "Do you want pancakes?"

"Nein, I'm going to the mall with some friends." you look disinterestedly at your pink razor. Just then, your mom notices that you're dragging a bag of clothes behind you

"What are you doing with those?"

"I'm not going to wear them anymore, so I will sell them to one of those charity shops. Yeah, and I think I will go to the music store, so can I have 50 euros?"

"Why don't you ask your father?"

"Ugh, fine." You sling the trash bag over your shoulder, and your mother is not happy when you return with a hundred euros in your hand. God dammit, you have your dad in your back pocket, your mom remembers. You walk into town, sell your old clothes, get another hundred euros, and then take your new look for a spin. The bus ticket only eats up two of your euros, and when you get to the mall, you instantly grab the attention of some emos.

They take you under their skinny wings and drag you around Hot Topic. You're dragged through Victoria's Secret, and the girls show you the most natural push-up bras in the subtlest shades of neon magenta and bedazzled turquoise. They show you the matching G-strings and outfit you with all the best.

All your brand new best friends take the bus home with you and show you all the best music. Your parents aren't home, so you drag four random kids to your apartment. Your parents were horrified when they got home. Sure, it was natural to experiment at your age, and sure, 15 was a little old to still have horse posters up in your bedroom, but this was a real change.

Posters of men in tight leather pants with piercings covered your bedroom walls. Your sensible synagogue clothes had been smushed in the back of your closet to make room for miniskirts and ripped-up band tees. Your father nearly passed out when he saw that not only was your tongue pierced but also your eyebrow on your precious face? When they asked you what spurred on this change, all they got was

“What? I’m not your little girl anymore.” Your new friend may have overstayed their welcome, playing loud, trashy metal and eating all your snacks, but it was with you when Jax, a tall, spindly emo with purple highlights, said he would teach you how to make out with someone. You were just barely getting to second base when your mom walked in with a plate of carrots and hummus and sharply kicked all the kids out.

The next few months were a living hell of wresting you out of baggy jeans so your parents wouldn’t be kicked out of Temple. For that, you would abide because you did enjoy faith and your relationship with god, but as soon as you got back to the apartment, you would smear makeup on and practice with your new shitty Yamaha.

Getting more immersed in alternatives styles and culture you started posting covers of Metallica and eventually Tokio Hotel. Your covers start gaining traction some for your musical finesse and others for your looks. Accidentally you get really famous in almost a few months. When you start making money off your live shows, your mom takes over as your manager. She didn't like her 9-5 anyway.

When your gigs start making enough money to pay the bills for your dad, he lightens up on his disdain for your art. Slowly, you begin jotting down poetry, posting short videos of you noodling on your old acoustic guitar. Slowly, you sign a one-album contract with Universal Music Germany. While you juggle school and micro-fame, you spend every weekend at their recording studio.

It's one warm May Saturday when you meet him. You're both reaching for the same bottle of Coca-Cola when you brush his hands.

"Oh, entschuldigung!' you chime and continue reaching for the glass bottle.

"Entschuldigung," his slightly deeper (although still mid-pubescent) voice echoes as he reaches for the bottle. Your hands wrap around the neck as you stand together. Twin eyes flick from the bottle to each other. You relinquish the bottle and take a step back.

"Oh, I just wanted some soda." You offer kind of weakly

"Yeah, it was getting hot in the recording booth." He replies

"Oh, you're an artist. I thought you were some spoiled singer kid." You bend over to look for a different soda in the refrigerator and find that all that's left is carbonated lemonade. You ignore the gut feeling that the boy with your soda is checking your ass out. "So, are you a soloist?" You crack off the lid and flick it into a nearby trashcan

"No," I'm the guitarist at Tokio Hotel." You choke on your drink. "You don't know who I am?"

"You're Tom Kaulitz?" Your voice cracks as you point at him. You give yourself a chance to study his face, the lip piercing, the dreads, the eyes. He looks more normal than his usual promotional photos.

"You've probably heard this before, but I'm a really big fan." His face shows a wash of emotions before he settles on a bit of a snide smile.

"Really?" He steps a little closer, turning up the charm

"So are you some rich spoiled little nepo-girl. Usually, they make pretty hot babies." with his soda at his waist, he lifts your chin to look him in the eyes. "I mean, you're pretty hot, so you must be." you lean against the wall and tilt your hips toward his.

"Nein, I'm an artist. You're not too bad looking yourself, Tom Kaulitz from Tokio Hotel." You slowly take the Coca-Cola from his hand and take a sip. He gulps at the sight of you holding eye contact as you swallow. Slightly, you hand him back the bottle and duck out of his hold. He watches in awe as you strut to your recording booth. Tom rakes a hand down his face as he watches your ass move, and his band members join him in the break room.

"Who's the babe?' Gustav slings an arm over his shoulder

"My future wife." Tom holds back from a whimper exiting his mouth

[mikalame]

heyy !! can you do headcannons of how it would be if you’ve been tom’s celeb crush since he was like 14 and then at an award show when u guys are 16 you meet?😋

My celebrity crush

Bill had been doing toms head in all day while they were at band practice, he had just wanted to come home, sit down mabey even take a nap but nooo bill just had to keep talking.

Tom walked down the stairs with a glare on his face, he just wanted bill to shut up for once, bill had started screeching again about something but before tom could tell him to shut up again his ears picked up a name.

"___ _____"

You have been toms favourite celebrity since he could put names to faces, he had posters on you stapled around his side of the room he shares with bill.

Tom bolted down stairs once he finished thinking pushing bill off of the couch and sitting in his spot, he grabbed the remote and turned to volume up not wanting to miss a moment of what ever you were saying

"Hey To-" "shut up bill" tom interrupted, waving his face in front of bill face eyes never parting from the screen, "Bu-" "BILL IS SAID SHUT UP" He yells, bill just had to talk when you were gosh. "MOMMMM" bill yells, tom cant even be bothered to make a face or say anything only causing a fit when the T.V gets unplugged.

Tom runs up to the shared room locking bill out, as the younger boy pounded on his door tom could only look at one of your posters, he whispers

"We will meet, i promise"

TIME SKIP

"AND THE BEST TEEN OF 2005 IS..... ___ ____!" the awards person yells into the speaker holding up the award, cheers and applause are echoing though the hall as they all turn to the girl as she walks down the aisle.

"Tom look" Georg says taking the headphone out of the boys ear, turning his head to the girl walking down to collect her award. Tokio hotel wasn't nominated for the award but they still went to get some publicity.

Tom immediately recognised the girl her h/c flowing nice down her back the dress she was wearing matched with the shoes she had on as she walked on the stage, shaking hands with the guy a she give a speech.

He wasn't paying attention to what you were saying all the words just seemed to be muddled together, the way you look so put togther made tom's feelings for you to rush up and paired with the teasing from the others made his face go bright red, causing him to hide his face in his hands.

When he get the courage to look up again, scared you will be gone if he doen't look back quick enough, you and him make complete eye contact, though you keep talking while looking at him a smirk and slight blush creeping over your face.

When you step down and walk back to your seat, you look at him again smiling oh-so sweetly before sitting down whisper talking to the people around you.

Before he can register what happend he was getting pulled up by bill and dragged out with the others.

"Whoa, were we going, what happened" he gasps as he trys to straighten his walk "Were rushing to the after party, try get some more publicity, you can go talk to ___ tho" he teases before walking off he he turns around "lets hope she forgets about you turning into a tomato" he laughs.

Tom rolls his eyes at his brother as he squishes past the bodys filing through the door, he gets to the bar and orders a coke and redbull, sitting on the stool he looks over the peopels heads

he sees Georg chatting up some bloak with a beer in his hand, laughing about something, Gustav playing poker with some broad shouldered guy, and bill having an interview with some lady.

"Hey, Tom Kaulitz right" he hears a familar voice next to him, turning his head he did not exspeact to see ___, right away his eyes went wide as he stutters out an answer

"Oh-uhm y-yeah" He thinks about what he just said critisizing everything about it "Oh its nice to meet you im pretty sure yk who i am so no need for that ahah" she jokes taking the seat next to the boy.

While she oreder a drink, tom just stares at her he cant belive that ___ is sitting, talking or even breathing the same air as him right now.

"So Tokio Hotel, right hows it in the music indrusty?" she asks sipping her drink through the straw they gave her "Oh yeah its okay pretty slow at the moment" he answer trying to be a tad bit more serous "oh yeah" she relipes

The two spent the rest of the evening talking ,laughing and making jokes about everything together she had even put her hand on his shoulder a couple of times, making toms face blushing causing her to start giggling.

She flips open her phone to check the time and gasps when she sees it 1:00am "Oh shit i got to go, i guess time does fly by when your having fun, Oh tom could i get your number" she asks casually as she rummages through her bag looking for some money to pay the tab.

Tom stutters out an answer and hands her back the phone after typing in the pin "Okay well thanks for a great night tom, hope to see you soon" she says before giving him a kiss on the cheek, blending into the crowd when he looks back.

"Wow, dreams come true huh tom" bill says standing next to him a smug expression on his face

"Oh shut up bill" He groans

Hope you likeee

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[stardustloserdoll]

heyy! how are you? can you do tom x reader where reader is 15 and tom is 18 and he is reader’s stepbrother,also I really love your writing🫶🏼🤍

heyy i’m doing okay! hope you’re doing good. and thank you sm🤍🙈

tom being your stepbrother

yes he is the annoying older brother

but he’s like 2000s cooler older brother

alwaysss picks on you and loves starting fights 🙄

he’s always coming into your room and messes it up and is so nosy

he’s such a sore loser when you play video games

he gets excited when you ask if he can teach you how to play but he’s like “yeah whatever, i can’t say no cause i’ll get in trouble” 🙄 but he loves teaching you

introduces you to his favorite music

any clothes that don’t fit him anymore he gives to you

if you listen to tokio hotel, you definitely have so many posters in your room and you draw on tom’s face with sharpie 😭

youre laughing drawing horns on him and he comes in like “WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT TO ME.”

you guys make video recordings of you guys singing and playing

he takes you to school but dude. he drives so crazy he swerves, speeds, and has the windows down blasting music

once he drops you off he’s like “have a good day!” and you come out of the car SHAKING

always taking bad pictures of you so he can make fun of them

youre always touring with them and it’s always fun especially since you get to miss school

they all try helping you with your homework depending on what subject they are good at

he will be so annoying if you have a crush on someone but will actually be your wing man

even though you guys fight a lot he loves you so much

[billsbabydoll]

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

<3-in celebration of hitting over 200+ followers i wanted to make a little introduction/about me!

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𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞:

<3-hii my name is jess!

<3-i understand three languages (english, spanish, and german).

<3-ive been in the tokio hotel fandom for about 3 years now.

<3-i chronically listen to music, i listen to anything and everything.

<3-fav artists/groups are tokio hotel, lana del rey, lady gaga, ke$ha, 6arelyhuman, kim petras, deftones, hole, pierce the veil, and avril lavinge.

<3-im THE biggest fashion, runway show, victoria secret, supermodel, 2000s-2010s pop-culture, cd, book, poster, horror, nick-nack, film, photography, makeup, spirituality, wellness, pinterest, manifestation, self-growth lover EVERRR.

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𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐨:

<3-dont be afraid to ever reach out and talk to me, i love talking to people and getting to know everyones individuality.

<3-im always open to suggestions and any requests.

<3-i ask that any of you dont copy, plagiarize, or steal any of my stories (if you do indeed take inspiration from my work, atleast give me credit).

<3-this is my one and only account!

<3-my posts are made only for specific audiences(the girls that get it)so with that being said, if you dont have anything nice to say or frankly dont like my content PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!!!

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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐬..

𝓍ℴ𝓍ℴ, 𝒷𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎𝒹ℴ𝓁𝓁.