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1ddiscourseoftheday · 3 years

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Mon 5 April ‘21

Louis came online to tweet about The Snuts again (the Scottish indie band he followed after their livestream recently)-- or wassss that why he was around? He also unfollowed Jedward, the Irish singing twin act who got famous on The X Factor, who were tweeting a series of posts about 1D and contracts that hadn’t really gotten a lot of attention- but OH BOY DID THEY after Louis unfollowed! “We have 1D’s contract which was sent to use by mistake cuz we had the same label! Same management! Same security and accountants!” they said, and a long series of related tweets, including “Legally posting contracts online is gonna end up in court but we’ve known for many years the situation! Niall! Liam! Louis! Zayn! Harry! You’re survivors”, “There’s a reason Syco is called Psycho! 1D and Little Mix are legally fucked in contracts and can never speak out so we are!”, “There’s nothing MODEST about their previous management dictating their every move from Relationships to how they live their own lives! Justice for 1D & Little Mix”, and “Simon Cowell thinks he’s the Mafia leader of the music industry when in reality he’s nothing but a bad facelift.” They went on to talk more generally about industry issues, saying “eating disorders and depression are very common in the music industry”, “When artists ask too much questions they’re a threat and are blacklisted and not given the Radio/PR cuz they want them to fail”, and more. This stuff isn’t news but as long as it continues to be relevant, I guess it will need to be repeated.

Louis did not respond to the tweets (the screenshot of him commenting on it in a group-chat is fake), but the guys from The Snuts did respond to his support of their album, which is poised to potentially hit #1 this week; “Yes brother appreciate that massively.” Blogger Jaiden Michael, who has been tweeting about Louis being gay (ie, attempting to use his public platform to out him) for many years did respond so he could get back to doing that, with a bonus of bragging that he’d been doing it longer. That’s not really something to be proud of, mate! And Rebecca Ferguson, who has been talking a lot about her experiences of getting screwed over by Syco/ The X Factor (as well as the very memorable “a boyband member told me they were being picked up and thrown against walls [by management] when they challenged decisions”) also commented, calling for a Netflix documentary about it all. Any platform with a legal department brave (and well funded) enough to take on that project will definitely have a wide and ever increasing pool of people willing to talk on the record...

Anyway, Liam is playing a show! A show that sounds really weird and confusing thanks to the absolutely ludicrously jargon-y press announcement but is actually not that complex. The BAFTAS (British Film and TV Awards) are next week (April 10 & 11 at Royal Albert Hall) and Liam is performing as part of the show, but also it’s a special high tech performance, because the awards show is presented by a mobile network. He’ll perform on the 11th at 6:45, viewable in real time but only via a special app (and augmented reality, more on that in a minute) 15 minutes before the main broadcast, but then he’ll also perform as the opening act of the broadcast show at 7:00 (viewable by everyone). But not just him! The early version is only viewable through the special 5G app that will turn Liam into an avatar (in an animated scape of some kind if I understand correctly which I definitely might not) but that’s just the set up-- “the avatar will then join Payne as a hologram on the stage of Royal Albert Hall.” YESS CLONE!LIAM! INTO IT!! So he’ll perform a 15 minute set, which you can get this special app to watch, with him as a cartoon, they’ll record the avatar singing, then he’ll immediately perform the same set again (on the opposite side of the stage one assumes) and they’ll project a hologram of the performance he just did to, like, harmonize with him. So that’s really silly, and also I LOVE IT, it will be ridiculous(ly awesome?!) Just think, finally one of them will do a live show collab with a member of 1D!! (WDYM that wasn’t what you meant? Aren’t you excited, I don’t understand I thought this was what you wanted??) Anyway if you think that’s weird, wait’ll you see his promo spot announcements which say “we’re BLEEPING excited!” and have him bleeped out as if he were swearing every couple minutes, and honestly make no sense; possibly they were trying to imply they were bleeping out exciting details which will later be revealed? Not real sure.

And finally, some random Bonus Content to tie the days reports together, why do Louis and the guy from The Snuts both follow the mobile network that’s sponsoring Liam’s BAFTAS performance? I really couldn’t tell you.

Also Niall tweeted about golf.

#Louis tomlinson #Liam Payne #the snuts #jedward #jaiden michael #rebecca ferguson #niall + golf #5 apr 21 #virtual liam #clone liam #liam/liam content #the ship name is.. Liam (the mash up is silent)#sbb #simon cowell #the x factor #contracts

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sofspook · 4 years

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worth a try

(in which Liam is... not home for Christmas)

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I’m the kind of person who plays Christmas music before Halloween. Looks like I’m the type to post a Christmas drabble before Halloween, too. Anyway, I thought I’d give some background on Liam’s story, so that some of the things he does make a little more sense.

Didn’t think I could possibly make Christmas sad? Think again.

CWs: Taylor being gross towards Liam (a minor) in general, pretty blatantly implied past, present, and future sexual abuse (and obvious but NOT explicit noncon touching), general blanket warning for creepiness and boxboy universe/pet whump/dehumanization setting, mental emptiness as a coping mechanism, brief death mention, food and forced eating (not physically forced, but like, there isn’t an option.)

context: Takes place way before Shipping, way before he meets Keith. Liam’s name at Taylor’s was Luca.

There are other faces at the table. Ashen, empty faces of boys from WRU like him, like Luca, each accompanied by the bright cheery faces of men Mr. Taylor knows, each with matching slow smiles, hungry eyes.

It’s Christmas, or so he’s been told. There are three big, brown, seasoned and plump and tender turkeys mounted on expensive white plates at the center of the long dining table, each adorned with a saucière of rich-smelling gravy. Extending from them outwards is an array of other dishes, from roast beef to mashed potatoes to carrots and parsnips and asparagus and stuffing and a whole lot of other things he doesn’t know the name of. It’s Christmas, or so he’s been told, so there are guests over, and he’s to be on his best behavior for friends.

Friends are never a good thing, here. Neither is dinner. Dinner means I’ll do something for you, if you do something for me. Nothing here is free. But it’s not like he has the choice to starve and be left alone. I’ll let you eat a tremendous dinner with us tonight, little bird, if you-

“I don’t believe I’ve met your little pet, Jim.”

“This is Luca. Say hello, darling.”

“Hello,” he says, devoid of any fear or hope or enthusiasm or reluctance. It’s just words. It’s just exactly what he’s asked to say. Nothing more, nothing less.

The conversation doesn’t move beyond that, and Luca doesn’t keep track of it. Briefly, his mind wanders to the castle, to dragons and to the story he’s creating in his head about Niah and Liam and the knights and horses and- but then he stops himself, vaguely recognizes the danger of drifting off while at dinner, and he opts to watch the way light bounces off his silverware instead.

“Eat, dear,” mutters Mr. Taylor, with a carefully-hidden sneer. “I didn’t ask the company for an ungrateful, wretched little thing, did I?”

He doesn’t know whether to say yes, Sir, or no, Sir, because both answers are right and both answers are wrong depending on which question Sir thinks he’s answering and that certainty of being wrong grips him with particularly horrifying icy talons so he doesn’t. He doesn’t answer. Instead, he picks up the fork with his left hand. From outside in, he remembers.

Luca looks at all the food dished onto his golden plate. There isn’t much he’s allowed to have, of course. He can’t have a big stomach when he’s meant to be looked at. He hasn’t eaten all day, for that reason, but he’s not hungry anyway. Not really. Not when pictures keep flipping through the backs of his eyes, not when his head is empty, not when he can still feel the memory of hands over his skin, not when he knows what dinner means, not when he knows the reason behind the looks he’s given, not when he knows, not when he knows what’s going to happen tonight.

Briefly, he wonders if Mr. Taylor would still keep him, still treat him the same if he were nothing more than an animated corpse. Preserved and pretty and quiet.

And with that image in mind, he stares blankly at the slice of turkey on his fork, and does his best to do what everyone else is doing. He keeps picking lightly at his food the way he’s been taught to, the right way, the way Mr. Taylor likes, regardless of the horrible full-but-not-full please stop I’m not hungry leave me alone stop touching feeling in his stomach. And from the surface, no one could know that he’s in excruciating pain. He remains empty, silent, hollow-eyed. The way he’s been taught to, the right way, the way Mr. Taylor likes.

His Sir sits at his right, always, and for only one reason, really. He’s right handed, and therefore uses silverware with his right hand. His left is for Luca, who is always close enough to reach at the table. It didn’t take long for Luca to develop the little useless habit of keeping one hand, the one facing Mr. Taylor, under one leg. It doesn’t help and it never stops his Sir from reaching but it makes him feel a little better, pretending to have some control in a way that would go unnoticed.

It never helps and it won’t now, and Luca knows this even as Mr. Taylor slides his left hand over the inside of his thigh, even as his hand lingers and inches higher, heavier. Luca knows that having his own arm in the way isn’t going to stop him from going higher, knows that he’ll just move it out of the way, but he tries anyway. And that’s what happens. His arm is pushed away, and Luca’s breath hitches but he keeps picking at food he doesn’t want like everything is fine. It didn’t help. Never does.

But it was worth a try.

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