Last year LIAM PAYNE had a
conversation with Justin Bieber. He doesn’t usually do this sort of thing.
There’s a shop Liam frequents in Los Angeles. Whenever he sees one of Will Smith’s
kids or a Kardashian he feels too self-conscious to introduce himself.
“There’s still that little boy inside of me,” he says. With Bieber,
it was different.
Like each of the select bands
who go through their boy-to-man rite of passage in full public glare, Liam at
23 is a disarming mix of confidence, knowledge and conviviality wrapped up in a
frightened canary let out of its cage. Sometimes he’s the boy at the bus stop.
Sometimes drops in reflexive anecdotes about his dealings with Donald Trump. No
one understands Bieber’s experiences with quite the same clarity on quite the
same timeframe as Liam and his four One Direction buddies.
struggled a lot through the way the world looked upon him,” Liam says.
“I don’t feel sorry for him,” he continues, “he’s great guy,
inside there’s a really good heart. I said, look, the difference between me and
you is that I had four different boys going through the same thing to look to.
He didn’t have that.” Quite out of character, Liam Payne reached out a
hand to his peer. “I said to him, listen, take my number and any time you
want to have a chat, let me know because I’m here and I understand exactly what
you’re going through and I understand your world.”
It was a lovely thing to do.
“He needs somebody like that and in that position,” he qualifies,
placing himself deferentially into the third person. It’s sweet for other
reasons, too. In Bieber there is something of the idiosyncratic
otherworldliness of a Michael Jackson figure. Liam Payne, a pretty, straight
talking lad from Wolverhampton appears at first not to be that thing at all.
“There is that in all of us.” he avers, meaning not only Bieber but
his fellow One Direction alumnus Zayn Malik, Harry Styles, Niall Horan and
Louis Tomlinson. “We all have this chaotic side to us. You know, they say
that anger breeds passion. I think that’s the same with a lot of us, that we
let things get chaotic very quickly. We’re used to chaos.”
Liam is sitting in a quiet
antechamber above the photo studio where today’s cover story has been shot. He
says he likes interviews and honours the assurance in a quietly riveting half hour
before he’s whisked magically away. It’s Friday evening. Liam has been working
out with millennial precision to make sure he’s at top physical condition should he
be required to lose his shirt during the shoot. He’s whippet slight flesh,
Six years ago, One Direction
came third on the national TV talent show, the X Factor. 1D was an
assembly-line operation pieced together audition stages. Boys that barely knew
one another, slotted seamlessly together in the kind of multi-demographic hit
their boss Simon CowelI so adept at plugging into the national grid each year.
That year, Liam and his bandmates Niall and Louis looked like they’d been
schooled at a premium boyband academy. Each sported variants of Bieber’s early
slideover haircut. It was easy to imagine any of them taking a stool in
Westlife or learning to breakdance for Take That, had they been born in another
time and place. Within the trio there was a safe place in which teenage girls
and boys could measure their sexuality, whilst tapping their toes. That wheel
still turned. Flanked at either edge of the three were genuinely new angles for
the British boyband model; Harry Styles, Cheshire’s own reality-age Mick Jagger
and Zayn Malik, a practising Muslim from Bradford and nonpareil physical work
of art to whom supermodels have since flocked. The five together hit enough
familiarity and newness to open up a global fame haul not touched since the
heady days of Duran Duran, Culture Club and Wham back in the 80s. During the
summer of their astronomical American takeover there was a plausible touch of
Beatle-mania. They felt like an England football team winning the World Cup. Their
records have sold in North Korea.
Liam and the boys were the
first band to taste that fame level in the age of social media, making their
story simultaneously that of the boys next door and untouchable messiahs. There
was something refreshingly undone about them. Their best songs, ‘What Makes You
Beautiful’, ‘Little Things’, ‘Steal My Girl’, even the precociously titled
‘Best Song Ever’ are undeniable additions to the Great British pop cannon. Liam
says the 1D song that he’d buy above all others is 'Once In A Lifetime’, the
little known track from their 2014 album, Four. “That’s my favourite song.
Very Coldplay-esque. I wanted it to be a single but they just wouldn’t have it.
It was very relaxed the way we chose our records and made things. It was really
simple.” Someone else did it.
When 1D lost their X Factor
trophy to semi-hot handyman Matt Cardie and were beaten to the silver medal
podium by classy Scouse songbird Rebecca Ferguson, Liam was 16. He had
auditioned for the show previously, at 14, as a kind of minipops Michael
Bublé, Wolverhampton’s hitherto unseen swing angle. On his first induction to
the X Factor factory, he was instructed by producers to go home and rethink his
shtick as the last 24 were whittled down on TV. He says it attuned him to the
hard knocks of rejection. Such was the omnipotence of the show back then Liam’s
audition storyline was enough to grant him a local working men’s club career
where he honed his skill and paid his dues.
“I did pubs and
clubs.” he says. “When I was a kid, I literally played old people’s
homes.” His one taste of what was to come arrived when the Wolverhampton
Wanderers FC invited Liam to sing before kick-off at the Manchester United
fixture to 34,000 fans in the terraces. In honour of his local team’s squad
colours he sang Sam Sparro’s 'Black and Gold’. “It’s funny that that’s
where we ended up, playing stadiums,” he says, with pleasing air of pride
and bemusement. “It was funny being stood in the middle again and thinking
back on that 16 year old boy stood in the middle of a football pitch. My dad
said to me, this is going to be the toughest gig you’re ever going to play.
Football fans do not want to hear little boy singing. They’re not interested.
You heard jeering from the crowd. But I got applause at the end. And my dad
said, that is the best thing you could’ve got out of today.”
Liam says he can’t remember
much of his time in the X Factor house second time around bar the tears. He was
recently delighted to see fellow housemate Page Richardson, the contestant
Louis Walsh immortalised as looking 'like a little Lenny Henry’ on account of
nothing but his colour, in a Harry Potter film (“the one where it’s
Dumbledore’s army. He’s actually in the army, which is amazing. I’m absolutely
obsessed with Harry Potter. Fucking love Harry Potter.”). He nods as I
mention some of the other names he shared his first home away from
Wolverhampton with. Katie Waissel, Diva Fever, Wagner. “There were a lot
of different strange characters and lovely people through that show. It was
very rushed and strange.”
On account of a childhood
kidney condition, he had not even been drunk by the time he left home, Dick
Whittington style, to live in a shared London house with a bunch of strangers
maniacally chasing their fame dream in real time. “The famous line my dad
said was. don’t come home until Christmas, meaning don’t get thrown off it
before the final. And after I said goodbye to him that day. I never really went
When 1D lost, Liam turned to
his dad with a “we made it this far” face. His fellow band-mates. he
says, were in pieces. He remembers first Harry, then Louis, Niall and Zayn
bursting into tears. “A cameraman came over and said 'can I get you boys
for an interview?’ and I looked at all the boys crying, in their mum’s arms and
I was like, 'look, I’ll do the interview’ because I was the only one who was
alright and so I went off to side and did the after-camera interview for us. I
just left them because I wanted them to have their moment and the cameras
didn’t need to see them like that. There was a real atmosphere. This followed
throughout our career a lot of the time.”
In Cowell’s dressing room
later than same evening, 1D were told that they would be signed to his label,
Syco regardless of their position on the show. “Simon took us up to his
dressing room to tell us he was to sign us and Harry literally burst into tears
he was so happy.” Emotions run high in boyband land. “He told us. I’m
going to sign you. That was the moment. That’s where it all began.” The
wheels of the juggernaut had begun to turn. “It was like a bomb went
off”, he notes.
There was a pearl of wisdom
shared by Cowell that stuck with Liam from that high-stakes evening. “The
first thing he said to us after signing us from X Factor was 'look, there are
no angels here.’ Which is so true.” What does Liam think Cowell meant by
that? “That we’re all people. We all people here.” He doesn’t think
it was an invocation of mistrust in music industry, the smoke and mirrors world
of real life fame? “No, no, no. It was a moment in a conversation. He said
'look, there are no angels here and I know that you’re all going to make
mistakes’. That’s what he was saying. Just get on with what the show is, do
your bit. do your business, go to work and be real. That’s what that comment
meant. Don’t stress about it, it’ll all turn out alright in the end.”
In that moment, it sounds
like Liam Payne made a pact with himself go for it regardless, at the top tier,
to claim his moment. “Everyone strives to be the person that they want to
be.” he says. “I try too much sometimes, I think. I overstep the mark
a little bit sometimes. That’s why I’m such a perfectionist. But sometimes I
think you have to believe that are no angels.” The first One Direction
single, 'What Makes You Beautiful’ was released in 2011, on September 11th.
The second half of 2016 was
an eventful time for Liam Payne, presaged by his signing a solo record deal
with Sinatra’s old imprint Capitol Records on July 21st.
While in 1D, he says all five
boys dabbled on their own material. Because boybands never break up anymore, 1D
are officially on sabbatical. Whether that translates as a bit of genial
respite or full scale hatred for one another is a matter that’s been carefully
blended into their tale with just enough leaks of a hint to either. Zayn, who
had already fled 1D’s nest a year earlier, missing their victory lap worldwide
stadium tour released his solo album Mind of Mine last spring, reinventing himself
as the Frank Ocean for Unilad readers. Niall played to his Irish card with a
forgettable busker-ish ballad for the Christmas market very much carved from
the mould of Ed Sheeran and seasonal John Lewis adverts. From the snippet of it
we heard. Liam’s song sounded like his ascent to manhood, touting him as a
moody, roustabout lover-man in something of Drake’s lineage, complete with
street lyrical touches (while writing, a picture appears on Liam’s Instagram
feed of him with the Canadian don though it’s not specified whether he’s
working or partying with his hero)
Whenever Liam talks about the
1D boys he has the exact same dad-ish air of concern, care, amazement and
slight separation from the operation that Daddy Barlow has with Take That. Oh,
that’s the other thing Liam had kicked off the year with a new belle, The X
Factor’s Queen of Our Hearts, Cheryl Tweedy.
Liam brings up Cheryl, of
course he does. The two live in Surrey, out of the city. When I make a joke
about him being Lord of the Manor, he says that his sister bought him a plaque
to denote his Lordship for his last birthday, a joke that doubled when it
turned out Cheryl had been bought a similar gift by Simon Cowell during her
tenure on X Factor. “So we’re Lord and Lady, which is hilarious.” To
British suburbia, this is of course precisely what they represent, a
self-selected aristocracy in which we’ve all played a part in the honours
He says things with Cheryl
are working out well, becoming temporarily misty-eyed. “This is the thing.
In a non-cliché way, it’s weird waking up every day and literally living out
your dream. You wake up in the most beautiful places. Obviously I have the most
beautiful girlfriend if the whole world and she’s absolutely amazing. She’s
been my drean girl since I was younger. She’s so ace.” They are used to
companionship. They have Liam’s dog, Watson, a Great Dane. “If I’m ever
having a problem or I ever get a bit angsty about something that’s happening in
life then I take the dog out for a walk and there’s just unconditional love
from him. Anyway, I don’t want to go too much into that. I’m not like a weird
is a wonderful, wonderful person and it’s amazing to have someone who can
relate to so much of things, someone who’s taken greater steps than me. Her
solo career was amazing. She’s been in the industry for fourteen years now. She
fully supports me. We’re super happy. I appreciate you didn’t ask about it.
It’s a very personal, precious time for us. I’m still learning. I’m only
Because he is the youngest of
three, Liam inherited the bed that his big sister’s had slept in at home in
Wolverhampton. He tried to paint a wall blue to put his own stamp on the room,
still shaded by bunny rabbit curtains into his teenage years, and ran out of
paint before finishing. “It was a total tip.” he says of the last
bedroom he lived in before fame. “That bed was so old. The last time I
went back and sat on it I couldn’t believe it was the bed I used to sleep on. I
often think about how I used to sit on the windowsill and just look at the
stars and wonder what this was all for. And I often used to think, there must
be more to life than this.”
I ask if his parents kept the
room the same as when he left. “Well,” he says, interrupting the
nostalgia with a little sharp reality, “I bought my parents a house so I
haven’t actually been back to that room in a long time. I’d like to.” The
experiences of 1D made five men very rich, very young.
Liam knows exactly his
financial worth. “I do,” he says, letting out a nervous laugh. I ask
if I would blush if I saw his bank account. 'Honestly, it is a very scary
thought.’ he says. “It is not something that we were given it’s something
we worked our asses off for. The way we went to work every day and the way we
travelled the world and the way we conducted our business, with great
management at the time and greater minds, it turned out great for everybody.
But it was a long five years.”
On the last night of the last
1D tour, management presented all four remaining members with a plaque
festooned with little badges for every single gig they’d played since their
first. “It was a sombre night.” says Payne, who has started becoming
more emotionally transparent in front of other people this last year. “To
see every show we’ve ever done on a plaque?” he says, raising eyes to the
“Again, everybody was in tears. And I’m quite good at holding it together
but I have got a lot worse of late. Adverts and things mate me cry. I think I’m
getting more emotional as time goes by, especially with everything that’s
happening in my life at the moment. It’s a very emotional time and time to
reflect on a lot of things and the person that I am to be. Do you know what I
mean? If that makes sense?” It makes perfect sense.
Beneath the extraordinary life
he has lived so far, outweighing every one of his personal, societal and
geographic expectations, there’s a deeply admirable humility and candour to
Liam Payne. On the subject of his forthcoming record: “l’ll tell you the
truth. The dream was to be able to get signed and release an album. That is
every musician who’s on Youtube’s dream today. I’ve got the opportunity to work
with a really great label, Capitol. The people I work with are absolutely
amazing and to get a record deal and be able to release the album that I want
to release is the most amazing thing ever.” He has no idea how it will
fare. “Even if this went tits up, sideways, it’d still be step one that I
Liam Payne never voted in a
general election. “I’ve never been able to vote,” he explains,
“because we’ve always been in different countries and I’ve never really
understood it. I still feel like a 16 year old boy when it comes down to things
like that and I wouldn’t know which way to go.” He steered clear of the EU
referendum (“I kind of knew that we were going to Brexit. It was just a
gambler’s feeling”) and doesn’t know how his parents voted in it.
Do you want to know his
Donald Trump tale? Of course you do. 'Oh. here’s a story,“ he says,
rubbing his hands. “Trump actually kicked us out of his hotel once.”
It gets better. “You wouldn’t believe it. It was about [meeting] his
daughter. He phoned up our manager and we were asleep. He said 'well, wake them
up’ and I was like 'no’ and then he wouldn’t let us use the underground garage.
Obviously in New York we can’t really go outside. New York is ruthless for us.
So he was like, 'OK. then I don’t want you in my hotel’. So we had to
He’s seen a lot of life, has
Liam. That he retains himself amid it’s spectacular credit to those around him
and the man himself. “Now he’s President,” he says, perhaps for a
moment reflecting on the opportunities life affords the most unusual
candidates. “I just hope he doesn’t kick me out the country.” He’s
laughing now. “I hope he lets me stay.”
Here’s the notice from Gekkan Shounen Magazine about “Noragami”‘s hiatus:
Apology for Hiatus Due to circumstances, the scheduled publication of “Noragami” chapter 75 will not be appearing in this issue. We are deeply sorry to all our readers who are fans of the series. Our respectful apologies. -Gekkan Shounen Magazine Editorial Department
“Noragami” is not listed in the back of the magazine as appearing in the next issue, so for now my expectation is that will be on hiatus next month as well.
Request: Omg that last imagine you wrote was amazing *fans self* if you’re taking requests, can you do an Elijah/reader where it’s her bday & he makes her cum repeatedly (vampire stamina woohoo) ;) ;-* thx so much I hope to read more of your sexy imagines in the future
Yes, I will be doing requests, but no ships.
Your boyfriend of two years appears at the door. You nervously twiddle with your thumbs as he leans against the door frame. “So, Y/N.” he asks casually, suit impeccable and eyes shining. “Ready, birthday girl?”
Your lips quirk into a smile. “You can come in, bloodsucker.” you giggled.
He smirked, stepping over the doorframe and pushing you against the wall. “Loving the new house.” he complimented, staring at the white walls and bare rooms. You rolled your eyes, giggling loudly when he began sucking on your neck. You held back a moan, digging your hand into his shoulders.
“Elijah,” you warned. “Dinner.”
He rolled his eyes, “Of course, we must get to that wretched dinner before we really celebrate your birthday.” You went crimson, hiding your face in his chest.
“After you.” he grinned.
Rebekah was quickly at the door, greeting you. “Y/N! Happy Birthday!” she grinned, ushering you in. You coughed awkwardly, seeing Klaus at the head of the table, feeding off a scantily-clad waitress. He tossed her away, wiping his mouth.
“If it isn’t the birthday girl!” he cheered, eyes twinkling. “Elijah’s little pet human.”
Elijah stiffened next to you, pulling you behind him. “Nikalus, if you have something to say, by all means, say it.” he challenged.
You swallowed, you knew Klaus was unhappy about your relationship. It just didn’t bother you until now. Kol glanced back and forth, kicking his legs up on the table. Rebekah hissed, finally joining Klaus and Kol at the long table. “Put your feet on the table and I’ll chop them off.”
He rolled his eyes, standing up and striding towards you. “Y/N!” he threw his arms out, embracing you and kissing your hand with a smirk. “You look sexy as usual.”
Elijah sighed, “Let’s get this over with.”
You cracked a smile, “When you marry the man, you marry his family.” you joked. Your eyes widened at what you said. “I-I mean, not that we’re married. No, uh, we’re not! I mean, not that I don’t want to! Just-”
Elijah smiled widely, “I understand.” he laughed. “Shall we begin the evening?”
Klaus pushed his plate away. “So, when are you going to turn Y/N?”
You choked on your chicken, watching Elijah growl. “Niklaus, you worry about Caroline, or Cami, or Hayley- Or whoever captures your attention these days. I’ll worry about Y/N, hm?”
Klaus shrugged, “I mean, she’s gonna grow old one day, might as well turn her while she’s fresh.”
Elijah growled loudly, abruptly standing up. He left the room, using his vampire speed to whisk up the stairs. Rebekah frowned, “I could’ve sworn this dinner was for Y/N? If you wanted to bitch, you could’ve just sent an email, Nik.”
Kol coughed, “I have business to attend to, goodbye.” he smiled awkwardly and left.
You smiled at Klaus, “Lovely dinner.”
You found Elijah reading a magazine in his room. He looked up, folding the magazine. “I apologize for this evening. Niklaus, he’s just-”
You darted towards him, kissing him on the lips. He grinned against you, licking your bottom lip. His hands gripped your ass, holding you into him. Your mouth parted, moaning into his mouth when his tongue explored your mouth. You grinded into his lap, winding your hands around his neck. You broke away, pressing your forehead to his. “Elijah,” you breathed.
A cough interrupted the intimate moment. Kol stood at the doorway, hands shoved into his pockets. “Elijah, have you seen my magazine.” he smirked.
Elijah cocked his head to the side. “Yes, I’m afraid it was standing innocently on my bed this morning. Is it the one with detailed pictures?”
Kol smirked again. “Yes, the porn one.”
You gasped, still on Elijah’s lap. And found the magazine Elijah had been reading folded behind him. You flipped through it, dramatically gagging at the pictures of nude women spreading their legs and pushing up their breasts. “Gross!” you squealed, tossing it to Kol.
He saluted, “You can get back to whatever you were doing.”
Elijah slammed the door, pushing you onto the bed, “Well, happy birthday, Y/N.” he purred, removing his suit jacket. Your breathing spiked erratically.
He was going to slow, teasing you on purpose. You yanked his pants down, removing his boxers, and hissing when ran his tongue along your neck. You were panting, digging your fingers into his soft hair. He groaned, tearing through your clothes. You whimpered and clawed at his back when he dug his teeth into you. He slowly fed on you, watching you. Without warning he pulled his blood-stained mouth away from your neck. His hands tugged at your panties, throwing them to the floor. “Beautiful.” he murmured, dragging his hand along your slick core.
You moaned out, bucking your hips and begging for more. “Elijah! I want yo- Oh my gosh!” He had shoved two fingers into your hot, wet cunt. “Ah, fuck! Elijah!” you moaned out, bucking against him. He curled his fingers inside you, smirking when you screamed coming undone.
“Do you love it when I fuck you?” he murmured against her neck. “Do you love being my little slut?”
Your breaths came out in pants. “Do you want to sit on my face?” he purred.
You grinned, lowering yourself onto him, hissing when he kitten licked your clit. He sucked harshly at the sensitive bud of nerves. You tangled your fingers into his soft hair, pulling at it everytime he licked. Without warning he shoved his tongue inside you, groaning when you pulled at his hair to control yourself. It was too much for you, the pleasure. You rode his tongue, swiveling your hips to gain the most from the mind-blowing pleasure.
His tongue didn’t stop moving until you came, screaming and moaning for Elijah. He greedily took everything you gave him. You climbed off his face, staring at the mess you made. “Sorry.” you blushed, hiding your face in his chest.
He cocked his head, climbing over you and positioning his member at your cunt. “I’m not done, Y/N. What kind of birthday sex would this be without my big cock filling you up?”
You moaned when he teased your slit, running his cock along you. “I want your big cock filling me up, and making me cum. I want it, Elijah! I want it!”
“As you wish, birthday girl.” he shoved himself into you, hissing when you clenched around him. “You’re such a dirty slut, so hungry for my huge cock.” he shouted, thrusting into you over and over.
“Yes, yes! I’m so hungry for your thick cock! Pound into me! Destroy my pussy!”
“Do you like my original cock?!” his hands were holding your hips down roughly, sure to leave a bruise. “Do you like my big, original cock pounding into your cunt, you little slut?”
“Yes, I love it! I love it!”
You bucked your hips against his, swiveling your hips again to get the most out of your orgasm. He shot his hot seed into you, moaning as he did so. He smirked at you, pulling you into his chest as he laid beside you. “Round two?” he grinned.
That will, to be willed, to slumber wills it to me to will the pillow .. and will I shall .. so will it be ..
For the day today it shall just be the expressions of face and it .. at times it matters too ..
and there be some more … the mirror was the first ego massaging technological discovery of the world ..
We each one of us feel the presence of the mirror in our lives to be our best friend .. there be not a single moment that the human has been confronted with the mirror and nit had that immediate desire to look into it .. to look to see how they look .. be it a passing mirror in the lobby of a Hotel, the mirror in the lift, that office with multiple mirrors .. what ever ever .. that glance to see the hair the face the make up for the ladies .. and the men that ruffled style on the head .. that deliberate dash on the forehead .. that swish of the head to swing it back .. all .. mirror conscious consciousness ..
ok enough ..
enough of silly rubbish ..
So .. the family relative sends a packet across, containing an apology of a magazine and marks an article for me to read .. an article of a man who began to build his body at the age of 87 !! And I wonder why he feels that I need to refer to this writing or even get inspired by it or indeed that I must accept the fact that it is time for me to retire since I am far from the approach to build muscles again ..
The caption really is that it is a .. ‘it is time to start a revolution that is pro-ageing ..’ .. and there is a vast amount of columns in the black and whute print which describe in delicate detail the challenges that this particular gentleman faced and how he decided to beat them ..
Why on earth should I be the recipient of such guarded advice .. ??
Only he would know .. or is there something that I miss out .. ?
Anon asked:Can you do something where the boys date someone who’s a bit thicker/curvier? And maybe a bit insecure about it?
You were sitting home alone bored while Ashton was at the studio you decided to go through your mentions even though Ashton repeatedly told you not to you didn’t see why the 5sosfam was nice that was until you finally started reading the tweets you wondered how anybody could say so many rude things about somebody they didn’t even know. Ashton came home from the studio and started calling your name you were so into the tweets you didn’t hear him until your phone was taken out of your hand you hadn’t realized you were crying until Ashton wiped the tears away “they’re wrong, babe” you sniffled again which triggered more tears Ashton laid down next to you, you laid you head on his chest. Ashton started making funny faces at you until you were crying with laughter and forget about the tweets he started making corny jokes hearing your laughter made him laugh before long you were both laughing at nothing.
You were normally pretty confident about your body but today you felt a little hateful towards your body Calum could tell something was wrong “are you ok, Y/N” you sighed he sat next to you and moved some of your hair out of your face “what’s wrong?” You told him how you felt even though he didn’t agree he tried to let you talk without interrupting “you know I would never change anything about you or your body” “you have to say that you’re my boyfriend” “I don’t have to say anything I honestly wouldn’t change anything about you” he fixed it so you were on his lap “I love you the way you are plus I can do this” before you could react he lightly pinched your thigh “CALUM” he smirked “what I could have done something worse” you rolled your eyes typical Calum but you decided to play along with him. “Like what” he was shocked at first but he wasted no time getting to the point “I’ll show you.”
You had just got out of the shower when you walked by the mirror and seen your reflection you couldn’t help but walk closer to it and stare at yourself as you silently criticized every part of your body. You started pinching your fat hoping it would disappear you didn’t notice Luke was in the room with you until he walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around you “you know what I see” you shook your head “I see a beautiful curvy woman that I’m lucky enough to call mine” you looked back at him “really” “yeah I love your body, Y/N.” You looked back at the mirror trying to see this beautiful woman Luke had just described “hey look at me” you looked back at him “hm” “don’t think badly of yourself we all have little things about ourselves we want to change” you kissed him “don’t change your lips” he laughed “ohh you like them” he wiggled his eyebrows “don’t ruin it, Hemmings” he scoffed “how rude” you both laughed after that day you started trying to see yourself the way Luke did.
Michael was shocked when he woke up that you were still in bed normally you would get up first and watch tv or something until he woke up. After reading the newest article about your weight you didn’t feel like watching tv when you were younger people would always say something about your weight and it stuck around for a while Michael helped you with your negative feelings but reading the article triggered all the negative thoughts you had about yourself. “Hey babe are you ok” Michael asked with sleep laced in his voice you handed him the magazine he became fully awake after reading the rude things they said about you he ripped the magazine and cuddled with you “I love your curves, Y/N” “you’re just saying that” “no I’m not they have no right saying those things about you" He ranted a little more about how wrong they were but that’s what you loved about Michael he would always stand up for you and call people out on their crap. Which is exactly what he did he got on twitter and called the magazine company out which caused the 5sosfam to call them out too the magazine company apologized and left you and Michael alone.
The Seven Deadly Sins Manga Takes 1-Week Break Due to Illness
The Seven Deadly Sins (Nanatsu no Taizai) manga is not running as scheduled in this year’s 10th issue of Kodansha’s Weekly Shōnen Magazineon Tuesday, due to the creator Nakaba Suzuki’s sudden illness. The magazine apologized to the readers, but assured them that the manga will resume as usual in next week’s issue.
The good relationship between these five people who debuted in 1999 hasn’t changed. Named with the Japanese flavored “Japonism”, this tour’s concept has also been discussed among the members. Matsumoto is known to have many ideas for their performances, but Sakurai said, “We’ve never had a heated debate for 16 years. Because it’s the reliable and stable Matsumoto,” revealing that they don’t get into fights over that. Just as Aiba Masaki (33) has described this one year using the word “banquet”, accordingly they had a lot of chances to gather together as five people even in private. “(After work ended,) once, the five of us gathered right after we were dissolved. I was nervous,” Matsumoto said, embarrassed over their banquet.
“I feel no pressure to live up to anything,” says Smith, just hours before he’ll make his first appearance on The Tonight Show. “I say what I think, act how I want to act, post what I want to post. There’s no one telling me to do this, lose weight, look like this, sing like this, write songs like that. I’ve just been allowed to be me, and from all the nightmares you hear about the industry from a young age, I never thought that would be the case.” — Sam Smith for OUT100