Picture by Louvreangel
As I watched Bonnie give Damon the "burn" in 'Brave New World,' something in me stomped its feet, snapped a finger and slapped the floor. The pista model beating inside this average girl's coração swaged her way to the televisão and took a segundo look at this pair; and ladies and gentlemen, (and I'm looking at you) I was shocked. I placed my hand on one hip and microscopically examined the little witch and the crooner basking in her raio, ray of light and literally caught sparks aflame. These peeps were HOT, sexy, and a potent mix of fogo and brimstone and ice-cold idiocacy.
And then BAM-SHOCK-A-LOCK-A-LOCKA...all I saw floating above my head (before it landed on a hard surface with me, grinning ear to ear) were imagens of Bonnie and Damon in sexilicious scenarios (and mind you wonderful shippers, this was prior to their explosivally charged dance in 'The Last Dance')
They are, in a word, mind-blowing. So yes, my hair flipped, unceremoniously, out for this sexy, gorgeous pair and it was (much to my beautician's chagrin) never the same again.
amor Bamon, in all its form.
