A/N: This is my very bad attempt at something cute, but you know… Fluff isn’t my best. Also a bit different from what I’ve done in the past, so feedback would be great. I messed up the months, I’m aware.
It’s hard enough hearing your alarm go off at 5 in the morning and getting up to go jogging for two hours before work. But marathon running is about preparation, discipline and sacrifice. Motivation is a very important factor, too. I did my run for a good cause, a children’s charity. There were people who had pinned their hopes on me and I didn’t want to let them down.
“I circuit train on Monday, I run on Tuesday, I circuit train on Wednesday, I run on Thursday, I box on Friday. In the week, I’m 100 per cent nine to five. Weekends I’m chilling out at home.”
What about your daily routine? What did you do today?
“I got up at 6.30. I had muesli this morning with a bit of banana in it. Then I had a cuppa tea.”
“I have nettle tea all day at the studio, but I have a normal cuppa tea at home. I went to the park, boxed for three quarters of an hour. Went and had a coffee. Came back, had a shower, got in a cab, went to the photoshoot.”
And if there hadn’t been a photoshoot happening you would have gone into the studio and started work?
“Yeah, I’d be right into something. Lost in that world of music, which is where I choose to be during my working hours. That’s the biggest treat of all, when you can go in the studio and just do anything. And I’m busy. I’ve got stuff to keep me busy probably for the next three or four years.”
The actor, musician, director and producer, Oscar winner, and frontman/singer of the band Thirty Seconds to Mars is very clear in what he wants and what he doesn’t want. He has demonstrated this amongst his multifaceted career where he has made possible all that he has proposed, now that the word ‘impossible’ has never, and probably will never, exist for him. This is the second time I interview him. Our first encounter took place in London for the launch of the fragrance Gucci Guilty Absolute last year. This new interview takes place in his house in Los Angeles, in which Jared is found in absolute privacy. It’s a sunny morning full of expectations because he will star on the cover of Vogue Hombre, photographed by the lens of his inseparable and loyal friend, the celebrity photographer Terry Richardson. In an instance, Jared appears in one of the multiple rooms of his house wearing only a robe. It’s impossible not to be captivated by his gaze and the attractive color of his eyes, that to a certain point seem to be enchanting. In Hollywood, Leto is considered one of the biggest stars since he has the ability to be an actor with a chameleon complex, how he has demonstrated it in multiple films by grand directors such as Darren Aronofsky, Jean-Marc Valeé, and David Ayer. Jared says hello to us with a smile and he starts to take a look at the diverse wardrobe prepared for him through the works of Alessandro Michele, creative director of Gucci, who in diverse occasions has become known for revolving his aesthetics around irreverence and retro chic which sets apart the era for the Italian firm. Leto, in his part, has not been the only one captivated by Michele’s designs, but also by the entire world of this individual talent, now that there is no one better than him to interpret the right Gucci spirit needed for this cover shoot.
The photo session started with a group by the name of Original Sin of INXS, who set out an schedule that allowed Jared to project energy and dynamics in every take. The pairing between Leto and Richardson is a fusion that happens in an inexplicable manner that only they can decipher and on top of that, these “wild men” (Garçon sauvage) add their favorite melodies to accompany the shoot. The clicking of the shutter stops and Jared appears minutes afterwards on the set, dazzling all of those in the studio with him. He has on a three piece tuxedo accompanied by socks and slippers and they confirm that only people like him like to mix styles with the end result of the look being less lavish. At the end, Jared goes to one of the adjacent rooms, where he was waiting for me, seated and surrounded by jewels that capture his impulse and essence. I congratulated him for how he did in the photoshoot and he casually comments that just this morning, right before we met with each other, he had an accident while rock climbing and that caused a lesion in his back. The sport is one of his greatest passions. “Go scale [a mountain], spend some time surrounded by nature because it soothes the soul and it makes you feel stronger in all ways: mentally, emotionally, and physically,” [he] asserts. After seeing him in the [photo] session, I would have never imagined what happened prior to that, what testifies to his professionalism is that in no moment during the shoot did he mention he suffered through an accident. That attitude demonstrates more about his character than words can ever say and what I can confirm is that he is a man dedicated to his work and he is respectful to all those that surround him. I was curious as to what his favorite look was this session, and he replied: “The tuxedo, without a doubt.” It’s clear that it was the most captivating attire he wore in the pictures. “Other details that fascinated me was how Terry decided to use a grey background, and that tone resulted in the smooth mixing of all the colors.”
As if we had called for him, Terry Richardson came into the room in that moment and joined the conversation. All three of us found ourselves together and Jared joked about how I was lucky to be accompanied by two great talents in only one interview. We continued our conversation and Leto pointed out that each picture is special when you look at it from Richardson’s point of view. “I brought out people’s souls, without hiding their true selves, its all about the artist without manipulation, simply their energy shining through,” [he] expresses. Not taking life so seriously and without prejudice is his philosophy and they confirm that when they’re both together they share their experiences in a very natural way. “Terry and I spoke a few times before the session and we discussed ideas of what we wanted to project in this cover, it was a fusion of timeless elegance,” [he] reveals.“Without a doubt its one of the best shoots in which I have participated in. Every look demonstrates a part of my personality and it was really liberating to express myself one hundred percent,” [he] adds. Terry says goodbye and Jared and I start closing in little by little on the things that are most important to him and those that he doesn’t approve of. “I hate cruelty and when someone tries to degrade other people’s work,” [he] exclaims. Something that is clear when you speak to him face to face. “Being humble is part of my day to day since life has given me many lessons in different forms and stages that have led me to where I am today,” [he] states. One of the things that he was the most emotional to talk about was his new album and the tour he has prepared with Thirty Seconds to Mars, in which he has worked on for two years. “Mexico City is a key point for me, like Guadalajara and Monterrey,” [he] mentions. Destinations in Latin America are big protagonists in this comeback to performing on stage. “The Mexican public transmits their energy and strength for life,” [he] assures.At the end of the interview, I am convinced that for Jared the big things are actually simplified to freeing your mind and being open to all possibilities.
First of all, I want to dedicate this entire photoshoot to @billionhighways and @terra-bunny for their endless cheerleading when I was trying to unlock that flaming outfit. If we can call it that. But here he is:
So guess what I did next… Yes. You’re welcome. Pretty boyfriends:
Started with romantic, hand in hand, bathed in moonlight moments:
Then I suspect there must have been a combination of music and alcohol from the restaurant because we had some nice grinding dancing. :)
Ignis, where is your hand?
Okay, now we all know where your hand is… shameless Iggy.
Gladio was so tired by morning…
Well, they were both tired, but still adorable.
Trying so hard to pose, hand in hand again.
Leaning on each other… they really looked like they needed some sleep.
Apparently Colin did a photoshoot this morning for a magazine. I don't have a blog to share it and since I haven't seen it around... Look for catherinepowell on Instagram or simply check Colin's latest tags on IG.
part of the photoshoot would be awesome and she's their best friend. THank youuuu
Here you go, my lovely! I hope you like it. I tried really hard to bring to life how I imagined things in my head. I hope I did it justice 💕
Request:girl!! do an imagine or a bullet point of going on a photoshoot in NJ with the boys. I need that in my life
Laughing at some horribly sad joke that Grayson cracked, you hopped into the passenger seat of Ethan’s truck just as he buckled himself into the driver’s seat. From the rearview mirror you could see Grayson making himself more than comfortable, excitedly chatting away with Bryant, whom you three had received from the airport, early that morning.
Being best friends with the Twins had its perks. You got to interact with some of the best in the field and you got to spend some quality time with your two best friends, something you missed terribly every time the Twins flew back to L.A after a far too short trip home to New Jersey. Although the Twins were generous enough to have flown you out to meet them from time to time, nothing came close to having them back home.
There was something about New Jersey, especially when the Twins were around. Everything seemed more alive. You in particular felt more awake. Somehow, not having your best friends around, would leave you to live life a little less brightly, almost as though the sun were peaking from behind the clouds, too shy to bask in her own glory.
Lost in your thoughts, your head poking out of the car just enough for the breeze to play with your hair, you almost missed the click of the camera. Turning back to see which of the Twins Bryant had just captured, you were taken aback to see the camera pointed at you.
Feeling a sudden blush flood your cheeks, you bent your head, hiding behind your long locks. You were not one to brave the camera, your shy demeanour always getting the better of you, feeling far more comfortable behind the lens than in front of it.
You heard Bryant chuckle before reverting back to his conversation with Grayson while Ethan joined in from time to time. You went back to enjoying the scenery go by you, preferring to enjoy the view than try and figure out where Ethan was driving all of you.
Soon, you had reached a massive cornfield that seemed to stretch on for yards. A quick conversation with the owner later, you were helping Bryant set up the cameras while Ethan and Grayson scoped out possible locations.
Once everything was set, you stood behind Bryant, a more than happy observer. You were fascinated by the whole process. The sudden switch in behaviour when it came to the Twins, almost as though they stepped into the shoes of the celebrities that they actually were, channeling their model-esque looks while Bryant moved from one position to another, his camera relentlessly snapping away, with music blasting from Grayson’s speaker, setting the perfect mood.
At some point, you heard Ethan yell for you. Almost as though in a maze, you entered the corn fields, pushing away stalks that were far taller than you, following Ethan’s voice until finally, found him. You approached him with a questioning look, wondering if there was something he needed before Bryant started shooting again. Instead, you were met with a big goofy smile. Before you could comprehend what was happening, you heard rustling behind you. Just as you were about to turn, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and haul you in the air.
‘Grayson!’ you screeched, your laugh echoing through the field, accompanied by the furious clicking sound of Bryant’s camera. Just as Grayson put you down, Ethan swooped in, his injured arm slinging over your shoulder, the other pressing your cheeks together, mushing them until your lips were pouting, fish like. Bewildered, your eyes widened, your ears acutely aware of Bryant’s camera. Swatting his hand away, you turned to walk or rather flee but the Twins sandwiched you, their arms coming under your shoulders and legs, lifting you up and swinging you back and forth.
“PUT. ME. DOWN!’ you yelled but it fell on deaf ears.
Their laughs boomed as you tried squirming out of their grasp but to no avail. Giving up, you decided to play along. Once they placed you back on solid ground, you hopped on Grayson’s back, silently ordering him to piggyback you back to the truck, your face thrown back in unadulterated happiness as he jogged towards the vehicle, bouncing you along while Ethan raced you both.
Seating yourselves, Ethan drove you all to the next stop before halting unexpectedly when Bryant yelled at him to. Parked in the middle of some swampy roads, Bryant decided to video a few shots of Ethan and Grayson riding through on their dirt bikes. Lifting the bikes off the bed of their truck with a little help from you, they got to it.
At one point, more so because of your own obliviousness, you got splattered with mud as Gray rode past you, his eyes focused on avoiding the potholes while you stood too close to the puddles. Gasping, you stared down at your frayed denim shorts and grey tee that now seemed to be be decked with polka dots of mud and dirt. Your legs were icky with wet mud as were parts of your arm. You could feel flecks of it in your hair and on your face too and boy, were you unhappy about it.
‘I am going to kill you Grayson Bailey Dolan!’ you screeched, scooping up a fistful of mud before flinging it at him. Hitting him right in the centre of his chest, you had perhaps a minute to savour the perfect aim before Grayson was picking up his own handful. Next thing you know, Ethan had joined in as well and it was as though you three had gone back in time to when you were five years old.
Panting, short of air, you looked at one another while Bryant laughed away, the only one standing clean and unharmed, his camera as always having captured every single moment of the little mud fight you just had, none having come out of it, victorious.
‘Guess the beach would be the next move,’ Ethan said, chuckling.
Having put the bikes back in the bed of the truck, the three of you spread towels, something you were mindful enough to carry loads of, over your seats to avoid ruining the leather, before heading to the beach. Although the sun was now starting to set, it in no way hampered the mood or the lightening for these shoots.
Having swapped seats with Grayson, Ethan now found himself in the backseat, his head leaning in, face illuminated as he scrolled through the multitude of pictures Bryant had taken so far, commenting on them as he did.
Arriving at the beach, you hopped out, pulling down your shorts hurriedly, impatient to rid yourself of the stained outfit. Throwing your top over your head and into the car, you ran towards the cold waters, the bright blue and white striped bikini you had worn underneath your clothes, complementing the tan you had going for you, thanks to the Jersey summer. Ethan and Grayson followed suit, wearing bathing suits of yellow and white, their well maintained bodies attracting quite a few eyes as they caught up to you.
Splashing water at each other, laughter hung heavy in the air as you three frolicked, often splashing water at Bryant too, boisterously laughing at his panicked expression each time he thought his camera was in danger. At one point, you tried futilely to push Ethan into the war and instead toppled over yourself, while Ethan simply pointed at you and laughed, the biggest smile on his face. It disappeared soon enough when Grayson came charging at him and finished for you, what you couldn’t. Joining you in the water, all three of you submerged yourselves, squealing as your heads broke the surface, hair sticking to your faces, eye lashes lined with droplets of water.
Foolishly, Grayson challenged you and Ethan to a chicken fight. Effortless hoisting you on his shoulders, Ethan and you tackled Grayson, your yells of victory drowning out Gray’s complaints of it being an uneven fight.
Time flew by and none of you sensed it pass you by. The happiness, antics and laughter more than consuming all your energy and attention.
Soon though, it was starting to get dark and the water’s temperature had dropped enough to make all three of you shiver. Hurrying back to the truck, all of you wrapped yourselves in the leftover towels, even Bryant, whose legs were drenched through from wading in the water, chasing after all of you with the camera. Switching on the heater and after connecting the playlist to the speaker, Grayson pulled out and started the drive back home once all of you had changed into fresher sets of clothes.
The drive back home was familiar. While Ethan and Grayson bounced jokes off of each other, shoving each other from time to time, you sat back and enjoyed it all, taking in every moment of the precious time you got to share with them. Looking through the photographs Bryant had taken, anybody could point out just how happy all of you looked, your smiles spread ear to ear, the happiness in the photographs so infectious, even seeing them had you smiling.
As evening turned to night, both Ethan and Bryant slipped in to an unexpected slumber and Grayson and you shared a comforting silence, you reminisced over today and the countless other memories you had with the Twins, each one so incredibly perfect.
Looking out of your window, softly sighing to yourself, you smiled.
It was all because of the magic that Jersey held, that little spark that made things so right, the laughs more loud, the smiles more wide…everything somehow became better, the pieces fitting perfectly, when it was you three in Jersey.
“Did you sleep well?” Nathalie asked, clipboard in hand, as she walked into Adrien’s room.
Seeing him still in bed with a panicked look on his face, she sighed. “Did you forget about the photoshoot this morning?”
“Uh, yeah.” He squeaked, pushing a pillow on top of the pile of blankets next to him and leaning on it, a nervous grin on his face. “I’ll get ready super quick, I promise.”
Nathalie eyed him suspiciously. If she didn’t know better she would have thought that pile of blankets was hiding a person. But that was ridiculous. Sighing, she turned away. “Well, Hurry up. We’ll be waiting downstairs for you.”
When he heard the door shut he sighed. Lifting the pillow up, he smiled nervously as Ladybug crawled out from under the blankets. “I am so sorry about that.”
She glared and threw the pillow at his face. “You almost suffocated me!”
Pairing: Lawyer!Bucky x Artist!Reader, Lawyer!Bucky x Model!Dot
Warnings: aaannggst, sad Bucky, sad reader, bitchy Dot
Words count: 1,358
Sumarry: Bucky barnes is the hottest lawyer who dates the infamous supermodel Dolores Grey, thir relationship is what people called #relationshipgoals. Bucky loves Dot with all of his heart and they’re going to marry soon, Rebecca (Bucky’s sister) never likes the idea of Bucky and Dot. one day she asks Bucky to pick up a painting from the art student at University of California, that’s the first time Bucky meet you. Will the meeting with you change anything between Bucky and Dot, or not?
Pushing his apartment door, Bucky
dropped himself onto the bed. Running his hands through his hair, he groans
loudly and cursed a lot. The kiss felt so right but it’s wrong, why he kissed
you? Does he loves you? Does he loves Dot? And then he remember about Dot, he
keeps distancing himself from his fiancé because he hangs out with you a lot,
he knew he needs to make it up to her.
The knock on his door brings Bucky
back from his thoughts, opening the door Bucky was greeted by Dot, “I was about
going to call you!” Bucky hugs her in a tight embrace, pushing Bucky away dot
asked, “I saw you coming out of her house” dot stated, “Whose house?” Bucky
asked, “Don’t play dumb Bucky, of course that slut you’ve been hanging around
with for the past months! How was it? You two fucked already? Did she pleasure
you amazingly?” she asked angrily, “For fuck sake! First of all, she is not a
slut and there’s nothing going on between us!” Bucky screams. There’s some
unsure feeling he had when he said you and him were nothing, yes he did felt
something but he just can’t figure it out, “Do you even love me?” Dot asked,
“Of course I love you!” he said, “You barely touch me, Buck” Dot said, and
Bucky grabs her neck and kissed her, let’s say that night they’re fucking like
Waking up in the morning Bucky
looked beside him was Dot naked form, and last night it was overwhelming. Bucky
knows he didn’t make love with Dot last night, it was them just fucking around,
there’s no love but just lust. He didn’t even feel anything and this is wrong,
he knew it. He can’t just end things with Dot but he also hurts your feelings
and he definitely hated the way he reacted and pushed you away after he just
kissed you and he regrets saying Goodbye, and he didn’t know what to do now. Getting
out from the bed, Bucky went to the bedroom and cook the breakfast. After
placing the plate on the table, Bucky felt Dot hands wrapped around his waist,
“What are we having?” she asked, “Bacon, scramble eggs, and sandwich” Bucky
smiles and kissed her lips and now he compared Dot’s to your lips, Bucky
quickly turn around and shake his head from the thoughts, he just can’t get you
out of his mind.
At first they’re eating peacefully
until Dot shows her phone and showed Bucky a necklace, a super duper expensive
necklace, “what do you think?” she asked, “it was a nice necklace” Bucky said,
“I want one” she said simply, “Dot, we have weddings to go. Your dream wedding
has a lot budget and I’ve been saving my money to get you your dream house”
Bucky said, “But I want this Bucky” she said, and this is the side of Dot that
people hate but Bucky never realize he was actually being used by her, “I’ll
buy you one someday” Bucky smiles, “But I have a gala to attend tomorrow! I
need this!” , “Baby, please understand” Bucky pleaded, “No! you’re the one who
needs to understand me! You can keep buying things to your mom and now you’re
refusing to buy me just a necklace? Are you even love me? Or do you have spent
your money buying things for that (y/n) girl? I think we’ve made an agreement
that you will not seeing her again!” she screams at Bucky hoping her tricks
will win by bringing her up, Dot knows Bucky will felt guilty and gave her
anything she wants, and that’s always goes as planned, “Okay, I’ll buy you one”
Bucky surrender, “Thankyou, Bucky. I love you, I have photoshoot to go so, see
you around” she pecked his lips and went out from his apartment, “Unbelievable”
Bucky muttered under his breath.
Since those days (y/n) only focus on
her drawings for Ronald McNeil exhibit, the theme was about the journey of
love, which every artist who participated must present the drawings about their
love life. It was sickening for (y/n) but she pushes the feeling cause working
with Ronald McNeil is one of her dream. Little did you know, everytime you open
the store Bucky always right on the opposite of the building enjoying his
morning coffee while seeing your painting, or smiling politely to people who
bought your drawing. Even he didn’t had time to watch you every morning, he
will make sure to drive passing your store just for seeing your face. As creepy
as it seems and considering himself as a stalker, he couldn’t get enough of
you, and today he sits at the same position on the café in front of your store,
“Bucky, what’s wrong with you two?” Steve asks, “nothing, just some
misunderstanding” Bucky sipped his coffee and still keeping his eyes on you. He
notices your body moves a bit slowly than usual, your face paler, and those
bags under your eyes were noticeable. He felt the urge to run towards you, lays
you to your bed and feed you with bunch of tacos and pizza because you love it
“Talk to her Buck, you’re such a
mess” Steve stated which brings back Bucky from his thoughts, “I can’t, I
promised Dot I won’t see her again” Bucky answers, “But why? You two are just
friends, right?” Steve asks curiously, ‘Yes
friends who kissed’ that’s what Bucky thoughts, “or more?” Steve asks
again, “dammit Steve would you shut up?!” Bucky hit the table, which cause
everyone looking at him. You notice a movement from the café in front of you
and you saw Bucky glaring at Steve, you miss him so much and it’s been hard
weeks for you, but seeing him right there not really far from you making you
wanted to run away, so you did. You put the ‘close’ sign and run upstairs to
your bedroom. Bucky turn around and found you’re gone and you close your store,
“I shouldn’t have brought you here” Bucky sighs to Steve and push the café door
By the night he came back to his
apartment and was greeted by Dot, wearing a long silk dress with the necklace
that she insist Bucky to bought, “what are you doing here Dot?” Bucky sighs,
“Why? I can’t visit my fiancé? I’m actually confused, why you never ask me to
move in?” Dot asked, “We’re getting married Dot, will living in the same roof
soon” Bucky dropped himself on his bed, “what’s wrong, did I upset you?” she
asked straddling Bucky’s lap, Dot dressed hike up exposing her black lace
panties, Dot starts unbuttoning Bucky’s shirt but he remains silent, he just
lays there not even paying attention to Dot. She kissed his neck, his jaw and
asks again, “You seems tired, lemme take care of you. I don’t want you be taken
care of by her” Bucky’s eyes snapped
open and pushed Dot from his lap, “What the fuck?” Dot asked, “Would you stop
bringing her into everything?!” Bucky clenched his fist and giving Dot the
death stare, “I’m tired listening to your drama, okay! I wanted to be alone
right now, and than you here, seducing me, and bringing her in every conversation
we had! What the hell is wrong with you? She never even hurt you!” , “I told
you Bucky, I don’t like seeing you hanging out with girls!” she screams, “You
know why I hanging out with her a lot? Because she understand me! She listens
to me, I listen to her, but with you? I’ve always been forced to listen to you,
but you never even once listen to me! Everything is always about you Dot,
everything is about you and I am sick of it!” Bucky screams in the way he never
thought he could, “So what now? You wanna end this? Listen you James Barnes, if
you end this than the business our dad has must ended too, so goodluck with
that” and she left his apartment.
Sooo college start again tomorrow and I have finished writing this story, can’t wait to share with you guys! four chapters to go! Hope y’all enjoy reading it as much as i am enjoy writing it! send me feedbacks!xx
Garish Room #28 [2017 ver. member A to Z case of Reita] part 2
- Obtain (recently acquired thing that increased the intensity of sensations)
Reita: This is due to the story, which I recently mentioned, but it’s the fact that I bought the speakers. After I used the previous ones about 8 years, I purchased a new product from Pioneer recently. The stand is attached to the sides of the speakers, and since they do not touch the ground, the sound is quite different. Even the discs, that I used to listen to, were sounded for me with new sensations, the mood was updated and it was fascinating. In these speakers, regardless of if the bass sounded or I did a mixing test on them, they further widened the range, so I could immediately heard sounds that were not played.
- Picture (photo of the times Dainippon itan geisha)
Reita: (Looking at photos from the past) Hmm …What’s that, though a little, but my hair ends sticked out horrible. Still, it’s great to be young; since I repainted the black parts of the hair in the blond by myself, there were traces and it was quite noticeable. (loking at photos 「舐～ zetsu ～」 ) Probably they are not so bad, because we look great. How to say…it’s great that we look so good on them (laughs). These thrills, now I’m no longer able to do this. And I don’t remember at all why I wore white and blue clothes. It seemed like something complicated, to acquire the necessary skills, and because of this we often performed. Approximately then, it was time, when we inserted symbolic drawings, that was so in Ruki’s style, or at that time we also used kanji. The day of filming the video 舐 舐 ~ zetsu ~ 」was very hot. And what was the hottest, the drums, right? Waiting until they corrected makeup of this guy, was very very long, in addition, all suffered greatly because of the heat (laughs).
- Question (things you are skeptical of)
Reita: Our society consists of people who constantly complain [* he is referring to official complaints about the service, as well as the type of fraud ]. And I really don’t like this. Also the reason why I stopped watching TV is, in essence, that the complainants irritate me, but even more I get furious, when, in addition, people around are too involved in this. I believe that a guy, who is called reckless, is certainly not connected with those who are in a safe place, then “what is this chain of negative” (when bad events occur one after another) - I often feel something like this. One part among the complainants has declined quite in number, they seem to have come to common sense. Even if we apply this to our activities, where, first of all, there is rock and punk, these are not the things that decent people do. “Although you performance to the public, it does not mean anything at all” - I hate such ambience. Jsut because we are people who have crossed the limit “I cann’t do this”, we do have a certain pattern, to which we aspire. Still I think it doesn’t mean that you can always feel close to us and become friends easily.
- Resistance (not subject to discussion part)
Reita: In make-up, when I’m in public places, I play the role of Reita. I don’t feel too much need to show my inner world, and at the time of applying makeup, I also change what is inside me. And since it’s very important, it’s the part of me not to discuss.
- Sexy (a favorite part of the female body and gestures that excite the feelings of men)
Reita: Favorite part … there is a lot of (laughs). Navel or so-called «hara chira» (when you accidentally saw someone’s stomach, which was hidden under the clothes before that), It seems to me pretty sexy. So, I’d like women to always go screaming “banzai” (laughs) [* during shouting “banzai”, usually raise their hands; so Reita heads to the fact that a T-shirt or a jacket will roll up and you’ll see a navel].
- Treasure (treasures that you really appreciate)
Reita: The car. I sold the red mustang, that I used on the set for a magazine, 2-3 years ago, and now I drive another car, but I really like it. Even if it becomes useless, I want to buy another one similar model of the car. Also recently on Twitter I asked everyone to send me a photo of their cars, because I also was interested to see the cars of other people, do they have any stickers, or maybe they were a little remodeled, or how they have chosen an interior finish. Since I also grew up in the countryside, I drove the car from the age of 18, so having a car was something certain. When you go by car, it’s like a secret room, in which no one can enter, and I also really like it.
- Under ( kohai, which you accept)
Reita: Basically, I don’t admit them because of their meager skills (laughs). Speaking of kohais, are they not rivals to us? A long time ago, since I showed some enmity directed at the guys, who performed together with us at concerts as rivals, I didn’t like the fact that I had to admit them openly. Therefore, even now I still don’t support the relationship with kohais.
- Violence (episodes when you were very angry)
Reita: Hahaha! When was I angry? It happened only once, but … because the other members are not such to be angry (laughs). It was about 5 years ago, during the tour, I scolded loudly, I think that neither before nor after I didn’t do this, only at that time. I think, in that situation, probably, it would be wrong not to get mad at a new employee, bass technician. Since I always make mistakes, I don’t blame people when they also make them, but due to some mistakes, my head was just full of various worries, later, too, mistakes continued to follow one after another. This went on and made me angry. And since I couldn’t change this feeling, it wasn’t very good. I think that one mistake isn’t a mistake at all. A real mistake is to continue to make the same mistake repeatedly. So the next day I talked with him as always with a smile… No, if I were angry, it would be something very serious (laughs).
- Warning (what do you pay attention to in your daily life)
Reita: For a long time, I always received instructions from my Mom like “I think you should have your own opinion on any issue” and the words “listen well to what people say” penetrated into my soul. Therefore, even though I say “but I think in this way”, but I don’t impose my opinion over this. Now I have this way of dealing with others “it’s clear, there are such people”. I wonder if it’s good or bad. And, maybe there is also the fact in me that I don’t have inflated expectations about people. I think that’s probably why I’m not angry with them. I have no thoughts like “I want to do something, or I want to tell them something”, so, maybe that’s why I’m not angry. Only me can understand what is me, and probably there is no need to try to make you understand me, if it’s against your will.
- X-factor (what would you like to try to do in the future that you never did before)
Reita: It’s about acting, there is one documentary video from the tour, where once long ago Hide-san became angry in the locker room and hurled a mirror, that split into parts. So I would like to do something like this (laughs). I do not often get a chance to break things in my daily life.
- Yesterday (what did you do yesterday, from the moment when you woke up before you went to bed)
Reita: In the morning I woke up at 8 o'clock, since the day before was the last episode of "SMAP × SMAP" [* TV show, organized by SMAP. The last episode was shown on December 26 and after 28 years the group ceased its activity]. I wrote a tweet “good morning”, combining it in meaning with this theme. In fact, we had to go with Ruki to photoshooting for the album of the best ballads, but it began to rain, all were canceled, and we hastily left there.Therefore, after cleaning up my room, I went to the gym. After training the muscles, I ran and then made stretching. It seems to me that if you start the morning with body training, much will be done in the right way. Well, since the stories about muscle training will be badly received by the public, let’s stop on this (laughs).
- Zero (what you would like to get rid of)
Reita: Still, I really would like to forget that during the performance I fell, I really want to forget it. Even on tour 「DOGMA」 I once very effectively fell, seems it was in Yamagata. It also was included in the documentary, but since now we live in a society that constantly uses social networks, it would be known fact for everyone in any case, right? So, after the performance, I told about it by myself. There is nothing left but to make this the topic of a popular discussion (laughs).
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translated from russian to english by me
as always thx for reading and sorry for mistakes ^^
Leo and Guang Hong are still learning how to live together. <3 On this particular morning off for Leo when Guang Hong has an afternoon photoshoot and they get the rare chance to snuggle and sleep in, they’re both reminded of that fact.
No NSFW material, but there is some smooching and ~allusions to things so I would rate this as PG-13, maybe? I did the editing this time around, and it was a lot of fun to play with the sound effects! And as always, @leodelaiglesia-skates turned in an adorable performance as Leo. I’m really happy with how this one came out!
YALC thing is so odd. And it seemed like a good amount of the fans there that noticed him werent overly impressive that he seemingly was trying to get extra attention. Did he think because it was YA that the teenage girls would mop him like that photoshoot he did? I hate that i feel like theres an interior motive to everything he does but when he this ott its hard not to.
I know, Anon, it’s bizarre. I didn’t even know about it until Ballsy told me this morning. I am not sure what this was about but we will know soon enough and I am with you: I hate that I feel that he has an agenda every time he steps out in public, but when he fails to be subtle (which he always does), it is really hard not to. He’s been blowing hot and cold for three years now: ‘I am private!’/’here’s a pic of my half naked ‘pregnant wife’ !‘; ‘fans can fuck off!’’/‘stalkers welcome!’; ‘I am the internet’s boyfriend’/‘I am a newly engaged, newly married, new father!’ , ‘I have a stalker I have to have bodyguards!’ /‘let me walk around this con which is swarming with Ubers who hang around my nabe!’, ‘I am totes married!’/’I totes behave like a single guy!’, ‘I experimented at school which is totally okay!’/’I am a totes straight man!’…I mean what the fry? What should we believe? Could the real Cumberbatch please stand up?
Curious about that Another Man photo where he was tearing up? Maybe this was why.
Rating: G (Fluffy and GROSS)
“Love, Love”, was the first thing you heard that morning, between
small strokes on your cheek and kisses on your neck, his warm and completely
bare body cradling you from behind now becoming more prominent as you woke up.
It took you a beat to realize what was happening, before you could actually
hear his voice. There was a slight tremor added to his normal morning grumble –
but the thing you heard the most was enthusiasm, and even before you could physically see him, you could hear him
you snuggled yourself closer into him, feeling that he now had put some sort of
underwear on his hips as you could feel the hair on his legs as you intertwined
yours with his.
smiled and even though your sleepy eyes were closed, still, you kissed the
bicep that was wrapped around the top of your head, his hand on his own ear as
he smiled down at you, running a hand up your thigh, pressing another kiss to
get up, baby”, he cooed softly in your ear, his nose running along the edge of
it, making you shiver and stretch, turning your head so you could fully see him
and plant a kiss on his full lips, opening your eyes to find his tired ones
pulled into a half-grin. He was looking at you, again – probably watching you
sleep. But this morning was different – he was rushing somewhere and once you
got your bearings straight, you realized that the sun wasn’t even blaring
through the windows in his home in England. Either that or it was raining, but
you didn’t hear anything.
Yoi person here. A little while I was at a convention cosplaying as Yurio. Sometime in the morning I had an awkward encounter with an Otabek. The people at the free soda station said I had to dab for the soda; I hadn't drank anything in 15 hours so I did it and turned right and saw an Otabek. A couple hours later I'm doing a photoshoot with a couple other people and there he is again. All he did was walk up to me and gave me a card that just said "Cock Block" because Yurio.I still have the card.