#1d text post

[everywherecleo]

louis and y/n were drunk last night

[cloysterbell]

I like to keep an eye out for bumper stickers whenever I'm on a walk. Here are a few of my favorites

[castielsprostate]

supernatural season 16 episode 8 and they're getting one direction back together. that's it. that's the episode. harry and dean fuck nasty in the janitor's closet. castiel gives liam a hug and sam plays him as his body double, in a wig. jack gives niall sainthood because none of the saints are irish and he has a diversity quota to hit. crowley and zayn get along weirdly well, like eerily well, bffs at first glance kinda well, and they sacrifice louis to rowena for funsies.

also harry is a werewolf and it's turned into a weird gay allegory that would've done really well in 2008 but now feels like it's trying to hard

[tabooharry]

the reminder that death is permanent and that there will now be a giant shift of before and after is what gets me. i've found myself watching old videos and get caught up on how giddy i feel and then i remember that he's gone and the band will never be the same. death spares no one but i can't help but still be in denial. i cannot even believe that he's gone and that all we have are nothing but memories to look back on :(

[bruciemilf]

The justice league taking pictures with Bruce like men do with fish

[nostalgiaonedirection]

Truer words have never been spoken

[browncoatsareinthetardis]

Songs that extra hurt right now:

Walking in the wind

Love you goodbye

Spaces

Moments

Right now

Through the dark

Story of my life

I fear I will never be over this 😭

[beacarrot]

Yes, I think I'm doing it again. One day without you turned into a week, and soon it will become a month, but I refuse to let it stretch to a year, ten years… This text is another open letter to share my experience, especially the grief of losing Liam Payne.

I've been a One Direction fan since I was 14. I discovered the band because of Liam, who, back in his “fetus era,” looked like an Australian actor I had a crush on. One day, while browsing the internet, I came across the name “One Direction.” Honestly, I didn’t feel anything phenomenal in that moment; I had no idea how much that name would change my life and my youth as a whole. I didn’t imagine the hours of research, the nearly one hundred songs memorized, the posters, the fan theories I still hope are true, the Pinterest boards full of images, the photo edits of myself with the boys just to get a taste of what it might be like to be near those five special guys. Fanfiction, imagines… the list goes on.

In the beginning, I even mocked their songs, calling them cliché. A few months later, I knew all the lyrics AND the dance from “Best Song Ever" video clip. Life has a way of transforming our paths when we least expect it, when we’re lost enough for any path to seem fine. But life is generous and shows us the "right direction."

The truth is, it was October 16, 2024. I was coming home from school, crying, and, strangely enough, I had no idea that Liam had passed. I’d been introspective in recent days, reflecting on my last months at school and my amazing friends in class. I’d been listening to One Direction more than usual, and that very day I’d listened to “Stand Up���! I got home and was getting ready to go out again; it was almost 7 p.m.

I remember precisely: my mom looked at me with that expression she used to soften bad news, but it didn’t hide her own anxiety. She said, “I want you to hear this from me, but it’s not someone in the family.” I widened my eyes, jeans halfway on. I felt calm; if it wasn’t family, it wouldn’t hurt that much. But then she said it was something about the band and that one of them had fallen from a hotel balcony and was in bad shape.

My heart skipped one, two, maybe five beats. I don’t remember my tone of voice, but I know it was loud, trying to make my mom remember who it was. When she said “Liam,” I still thought, “Well, he just got hurt, but he’s alive, right?”

“Is he okay?” I asked, near panic. Truly, I wasn’t considering the possibility that he could have passed. But my mom’s words echoed: “No… unfortunately, he’s living with God know.”

My world stopped. I wasn’t even fully dressed, and I started shouting Liam’s name over and over, as if trying to confirm the reality, as if pleading for an answer from the heavens. I looked at the photo beside my bed, which I’ll include in this post, and messaged my friends who were also fans. I cried uncontrollably. I smoked so much in those days that I literally got sick, with a sore throat. Only my mom, my friends from youth group, and school saw my true state. Edu, thank you for putting up with my grotesque sobs on your shoulder. I adore you, friend!

The first night was a nightmare, a heavy and negative energy settled in, but I was clinging to the hope that with sunrise, something might change. But it didn’t. The sun rose, and I relived everything in my head, going over the story, just wishing it was truly a nightmare. I think no one has the right to talk about someone else’s pain. Grief is an individual experience, full of complicated nuances.

I’ve been alternating between suffering, crying to the point of dehydration, listening to the songs while every line hurts. There’s the denial phase, when it feels like it didn’t happen; that Liam is out there somewhere, and we’re still in 2012. Then, the reality drops like a piano falling. And there’s anger: “Is this real? He was so young!” And finally, moments of acceptance, when I smile at the memories and look at the photos, though I’m not completely there yet. Grief isn’t a straight line; you repeat and get lost in these stages, and no one should blame themselves for that.

People have lost the capacity for empathy and humanity. It doesn’t matter if Liam didn’t know me; I knew him. Not personally, of course—he had layers, and that’s one reason we couldn’t imagine how he was self-destructing. But he was a singer with an amazing stage presence, always sweet and attentive with the fans, a real warrior in his personal life, and he certainly made his share of mistakes. He lost his way on the crazy road of life, fame, money, media, relationships, addiction; it drained the hope from that 16-year-old boy who didn’t give up on "The X Factor". Liam is a legend.

There are days I can laugh, listening to the songs and remembering their silly dances, like when I watched “This Is Us” two days after his death. I thought I’d cry, but those boys never make me cry; they only make me smile. What makes me cry are the circumstances surrounding 1D. On other nights, I cry knowing there was nothing I could do. The closest I ever got to him was in a dream once, where the boys were having a party at my house. Liam was sitting in the corner of my room, the same spot where I was when I found out he’d passed. I walked over, asked him about Louis and Zayn, and hugged him. It was a sweet, protective hug. That’s my comfort: imagining his face painted in the beautiful blue sky, knowing he was lost and needed rest. I’ll continue with my contradictory life, and when things get hard and tough here on Earth, I’ll smile because he'll be far away and safe, no longer needing to deal with it all.

I’m still hesitant about watching his funeral online. Since finding out, I’ve stepped back from social media. It cleanses my soul to know I didn’t contribute to the hate, negative energy, dirty jokes, or nasty comments thrown his way, in real life or online. I learned from Liam; I let myself be touched by his essence, loving him completely, and I learned to see the world through the lens of songs and art. Words won’t be enough, Liam. This is not a defective goodbye. I still need you, and even if I can’t see you with my eyes, you’ll live forever.

I can't post something that is not just about it, but I will just continue posting some things because they were already ready before I knew about his death.

Gratitude and strength to all!

I don't like to put black pictures blank in these moments because I don't think it's right black and white because Liam brought and still bring so much color to us.

We love you Liam, our eternal red.❤️

[sportsthoughts]

if the very sad news earlier today made me reflect on anything it's this: fandom is meaningful, and it never leaves you and we mustn't take it for granted.

I spent a chunk of this evening mourning a fifth of the boyband I spent my teenage years adoring, and the other half cheering on the sports team I fell in love with in my twenties. it's a bizarre contrast of emotions. and I'm left thinking wow. the memories we make and the moments we share in fandom are so powerful. there's enormous sadness and gutting grief and bright moments of joy and life goes on, and there are new things to cheer for.

but you never lose it! you never stop caring. not really. when the news about liam broke tonight I wasn't 28 and getting ready to watch a hockey game. I was twelve years old watching him audition for the x factor. I was fourteen watching one direction get formed. I was sixteen singing along with him at a concert. i don't think you ever really graduate from a fandom because I can't say I think about 1D from one day to the next these days but in a moment it all comes back. this stuff really never leaves you.

wah i'm making myself emotional again now but treasure the moments in fandom while you're in them. treasure your faves. I always thought there would be a one direction reunion and i'd get the chance to do it all over again and I wish i'd sat back and soaked it up more when it was happening.

[chevronclouds]

It’s so strange to say that half of my life has been taken over by One Direction. I’m 25, and discovered them when I was 13. There hasn’t been a time that I can remember since then where they weren’t part of my musical soundscape.

When I was a teenager and horribly, dangerously depressed because I was gay and didn’t know how to deal with it, 1D and this fandom were there for me. In many ways, they saved my life. They helped me accept and love myself. I literally wouldn’t be here if those five boys hadn’t been there to take my mind off things. To make me laugh and dance and sing and forget.

So it ripped my heart out when Liam all of a sudden left this world. I still can’t quite bring myself to believe he’s gone. Someone who brightened millions of lives. Who helped save mine. It seems incredibly unfair that he just doesn’t get to grow old with the rest of us. I can’t stop thinking about his family and how that hole will be there for them forever.

Liam, wherever you are, I hope you know that it was the honor of my life to get to know you and your music. I hate that we all had to say goodbye so soon. I’d like to tell you that you helped me believe that my life was worth living. Thank you for the music, and for the memories. I hope you have peace.

[voulezloux]

yall does anyone else remember 1d having trading cards

published in 2013 with photos of zayn and 1d that are definitely NOT from 2013 🫶🏻

[rainingincale]

Right. It's time.

[tabooharry]

truly have been coping by regressing to rereading old fanfics, listening to 1D, reminiscing with music videos and interviews...in my brain it's 2013, im 14 years old liam is alive and im happy!

[edsheerankinnie]

hey 1d girlies, r yall ok??????

[nostalgiaonedirection]

Relatable posts??

[torchickentacos]