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LOTTIE TOMLINSON: After I lost my mum and then my little sister, I was so fearful of losing my life too, I couldn't leave the house...

Sometimes I gaze at my two‑year-old son with his big, blue eyes and soft, blond hair and one thought in particular overwhelms me.

Just how much my wonderful mum would have adored him. He's so amazing, so funny, so gorgeous and, knowing how much Mum loved babies and children – she was a midwife who had seven of her own – I just know she would have gone crazy for him. It's a realisation that stops me in my tracks every single time. Sadly, my mum, Johannah, never got to meet her first grandson.

She died in December 2016 from leukaemia when I was only 18. I lost the one person who loved me unconditionally and had always given me reassurance and support.

The hardest part of becoming a mother myself has been not having my own around to witness it. When things went wrong in labour, I cried out to Mum, asking her to help me. After my son was finally born, the pain of knowing she would never hold him brought fresh agony.

And whenever I hit challenges – such as breastfeeding struggles – I didn't want to ask anyone else for help. If I couldn't ask her, I told myself, I would just have to work it out for myself, which has obviously made life harder still. But I guess my stubbornness was yet another expression of my grief.

With this in mind, you might well wonder why I named my son Lucky. Particularly when I tell you that two years after my mum's death, my precious little sister, Fizz, also died, aged only 18, from an accidental drug overdose, having struggled to come to terms with Mum's death. It was a devastatingly shocking way to lose my best friend.

There's no denying that life has been incredibly hard on our family. But underneath it all I do feel lucky; as someone who is no stranger to tragedy, when good fortune does come I appreciate it even more. And I was overjoyed to be able to have a child with the man I love.

My partner, Lewis, and I decided our son's name halfway through the pregnancy after Lewis mentioned that he was working on a deal with a man whose business partner was named Lucky. I instantly loved it, without discovering until after his birth just how deeply connected to it I already was. Someone asked if I'd named my son Lucky because of Fizz. I had no idea that the Latin roots of her full name, Félicité (Felicitas), meant lucky. It felt profound.

This also reminded me of Mum's courageous spirit; she chose The Luckiest by Ben Folds to be played at her funeral, which said so much about her character.Even when Mum knew she was going to die, she still considered herself lucky to have had us all.

As a family, we have been dealt some dizzying highs as well as those crashing lows. My older brother Louis was in what was then the world's most famous boy band, One Direction, and his astronomic rise to stardom changed our fortunes for ever.

We grew up in Doncaster, in a three-bedroom house in a little place called Bessacarr. Mum had moved there with Louis as a single mum in the mid-1990s. My dad, who she fell in love with and married within the year, had been her next-door neighbour. Louis was nearly seven when I was born in 1998.

Fizz came along two years later, followed by our twin sisters, Phoebe and Daisy, in 2004. We girls shared a room, sleeping in two separate bunk beds. Life was hectic, but I loved it.

Mum was the centre of our world. Her career as a midwife was demanding, but she always had time for us; she had a solution for any problem we took to her.

Unsurprisingly, Louis spent his time singing and being musical. Fizz was smart, unique, outspoken and opinionated. She had the biggest heart, the kindest soul. The twins, who were identical, were a naughty double-act, tricking their teachers, who couldn't tell them apart.

Growing up, Dad had a drinking problem. When he was drunk, he'd argue with Mum and things felt chaotic. They divorced when I was 13. I'm proud to say Dad is now healthy and sober – after Mum died, he went to rehab and got himself clean. Despite my parents' split, we were a normal family until Louis went to an X Factor audition in 2010 when he was 18.

When Mum said he'd been put in a boy band we thought it was a joke. She sent us a picture of Louis, Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik and Liam Payne on a flight of steps at Simon Cowell's house. I was speechless. I never got used to coming home from school and seeing our front garden full of girls and journalists waiting for him.

About a year after my parents split, Mum met her second partner, Dan. We moved into a bigger home and they had another set of twins together, Doris and Ernie, born in 2014. I'd always loved babies, and was hands-on with my younger siblings.

I found school a struggle. I was anxious and shy and wasn't academic like Fizz. When I failed to get the grades to enter sixth form, Mum suggested I make a career of my love of beauty products. The year before, during the summer holidays, she had arranged for me to do work experience with One Direction's hair and make-up artist Lou Teasdale, at her London agency, The Book. Now she suggested I assist Lou on the One Direction tour.

What should have been a week's work experience in the US saw me staying for the rest of the world tour.

My career as an Instagram influencer was taking off as I began working with brands – later launching my own tanning brand Tanologist – and building a huge social media following. I grew in confidence, and returned home a mature young woman forging my own career.

In early 2016, I was still readjusting to being back in my old surroundings, catching up with old friends, when I received the terrible news that Mum, who was just 43, had been diagnosed with acute myeloid leukaemia, a severe form of blood and bone marrow cancer. Her partner Dan broke the news over the phone with Mum in the background. She couldn't bear to tell me herself.

t was hard accepting Mum's role within the family had suddenly and dramatically changed. She'd always been the centre of our world. She had all this strength and knew all the answers. Now, she was laid up in a hospital bed, helpless. Her situation was out of everyone's control.

From the start, Mum said we couldn't tell anyone, not even close friends. She was the sort of person who didn't want people feeling sorry for her. But I found it quite hard and lonely not being able to tell anyone close to me.

Watching Mum fade away was painful. When her doctors said there was nothing else they could do, I lay on the bathroom floor and sobbed, convinced I wouldn't survive losing her. For a while, she was allowed out of hospital for daily visits to Louis's house in London, and for my 18th birthday, she managed to organise a celebration for the entire family.

She hired a tepee for the garden and we had a buffet-style picnic. My birthday cake was decorated with all sorts of edible cosmetics such as lipsticks and eyeshadows. It was the last birthday I had with her, so the memory is bittersweet, but that was my mum all over, still making the effort to make us all feel special.

Mum passed away, eight months after her diagnosis, on December 7, 2016. Grief hit me in waves. I'd try not to let myself get upset or cry, then it'd all come out, in the most unbearable pain, and I'd sob uncontrollably.

I found purpose in helping my grandparents look after my younger siblings. Phoebe and Daisy were 12, and Doris and Ernie were just two.

But I couldn't believe I'd never be able to wake up in the morning, come downstairs and see my mum again; we'd never even speak on the phone again. It's those simple, normal moments that I still miss the most.

I'll never get over this, I thought. I'll never be able to live without my mum. But I knew I had to try. I moved to London, where life was all about working hard and partying harder. This was a release, and let me temporarily park my grief. But I didn't know anyone who'd experienced what I had, so I couldn't relate to people on a deeper level. Girls my age still had their mums, which felt emotionally isolating.

And I was worried about Fizz, who was at boarding school in London doing her A-levels.

We'd go out together and I noticed her taking things further than everyone else. It seemed like she'd gone from feeling numb over Mum's death to being hit by how overwhelming it all was. Now she was trying to get that numbness back via drugs and drinking.

Her boarding school would call saying she'd stayed out or missed curfew. She began distancing herself from the family, going missing for days, ignoring messages. Louis and I realised she was partying and taking drugs, doing anything she could to escape the pain of losing the only person who ever understood her. We showed her love and support, we got her professional help – but without Mum nothing ever felt enough.

I agonised over whether to go on my much-needed holiday to Bali, but in the end I thought we could be in this position for years; I couldn't never go away.

Three days into the trip, I heard that Fizz had gone missing. Her phone was off, she wasn't replying to text messages and I couldn't get hold of her friends. I felt panic-stricken. I was sitting on my hotel balcony when Louis called to say Fizz had died. I just remember screaming. Over and over again, I kept screaming: 'No, my baby sister, no.' The pain was all-consuming.

Losing Mum was terrible but, because she was ill with cancer, death always felt like a possibility. I never thought we would actually lose Fizz.

My anxiety went to a whole other level after that. Before, most of it was general worry. But now, I could be on the motorway, sitting in the passenger seat of a car, and suddenly be convinced we were going to crash and die. I'd walk into a shop and worry that someone was going to grab and kill me. Some days I wouldn't go out because I kept fixating on when the next bad thing would happen.

One day, I was in the car with Lou – she went from being my boss to becoming one of my closest friends – coming back from a work trip and we started talking about Fizz. I began screaming. In that moment it was the only way I knew how to communicate the pain, anger and sadness I was in.

'Why?' I kept screaming. 'Why?' I wanted to know why Fizz had been taken from us? Why Mum? Why me and my family? Why?

Lou suggested I go to therapy. Having someone to speak to, who had an unbiased opinion about everything, a place where I could dump what I needed to say and clear my mind, somehow lightened the load and made day-to-day life a bit easier.

I learnt that talking about grief is so important. During the pandemic, I wanted to help make grief less of a scary subject for other people and started working with the charity Sue Ryder, which offers bereavement support. Today, I'm a patron and help lobby Parliament for better access to bereavement counselling.

I met my fiance, Lewis, in 2020. Our connection was so strong and I quickly started trusting him in a way I'd never imagined possible. We'd only been together a few months when I became pregnant with Lucky. It was unplanned and I was scared. I was still only 23, focusing on my career and in a new relationship. But somehow being pregnant made me feel close to Mum; like I was stepping into her shoes by becoming a mother.

But I felt sad that she couldn't share this journey with me. I had questions I knew she'd have the answers to. Time and again I wanted to ask her: is this normal?

I was desperate to give birth naturally, but at 37 weeks the baby stopped moving as much and I had to be induced. Labour wouldn't start and after two days I was told that, if I wasn't dilating by morning, I'd need a C-section.

I was so upset. I went for a walk and I remember thinking, silly as it sounds, why hasn't Mum helped me with this? She'd know how much I'd want to give birth naturally. And then I said out loud to her: 'Can you please help me?' An hour later, my waters broke. Lucky was born the next day.

I experienced such intense emotions after giving birth. I felt scared that something was going to happen to my baby; just looking at him made me cry. I remember thinking: 'If anything ever happens to you, I'll never survive losing you.' After experiencing the worst things that could ever happen, twice, that fear felt very real.

But being someone else's everything, which I am to Lucky, is comforting. Becoming a mum has replaced something in my heart that I thought was lost for ever when Mum passed away.

Something about that bond has stepped in for the mother-daughter relationship I lost.

Before Lewis, I was cynical about being with someone for ever. I couldn't believe things could last. Mum had died. Fizz had died. And my parents' marriage hadn't worked out.

But when Lewis proposed to me last November, I could see the future spanning out in front of me and didn't hesitate to say yes.

My younger sister Phoebe's a mum now, too, to a little girl, Olive. Because I'd already had Lucky, I was able to fill the gap of Mum not being there and answer any questions she had. That would make Mum happy.

As a family, we all have an awareness of how short life can be, which makes us love so much harder. That's the positive that comes out of all this heartbreak. We were always close, but it's made us more protective of each other and so loving.

I miss Mum and Fizz so very much. Having experienced such deep sadness in my life, I've also found great joy. I'm getting married, I'm pregnant again – our second baby is due in January. I have a career I love, a beautiful relationship with Lewis and a strong family I can lean on.

So, you see, despite everything, I really am a lucky girl.

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ye-olde-sodor · 1 year ago

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Hurt (A DC au fic) (Tw warning)

Hey all! Ths fic is a bit darker than what I usually post, so please read with caution! It isn't over the top dark and it has a happy ending so I included the ttte tags. Tw warning for depression and death mention! Angst but with a happy ending!

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Gordon sighed as he backed into the old shed at Vicarstown. He bid his crew farewell, and he let his weight sink into the old rails below. The shed was old and dilapidated, completely void of any comfort, but he didn't feel like running all the way back to Tidmouth. It was a miracle that he was even moving at all.

It had been years since Scott had sailed to America. After a change in politics left his tour unfunded and bankrupt, everyone had feared for the worst. Sure enough, to his utter horror, one of Scotts trailing wheels was delivered to Doncaster from America, and the nation fell into mourning.

The United States had repeatedly denied sending the wheel and scrapping Scott, but all of the evidence was pointing to the painfully obvious. Out of everything, it was the blatant denial of any wrongdoing that truly got under his metal plating. He fumed just by the thought of it.

Worst yet, the family had begun to finally tear away from it's surviving members. For whatever reason, Scott had made the young, inexperienced Mallard the family matriarch over him or even Spencer...and gave the majority of the money to him.

Did he feel betrayed? Of course he did, anyone in his wheels would feel hurt and bitter by that. Did he feel jealous? Name me a time where Gordon wasn't jealous. But above all else...he was in agony.

The sounds of his screams upon hearing the news still haunt the inhabitants of Sodor...several months after the wheel was first brough to Doncaster. Outrage and a need for vengeance fueled him in a mighty burst of pure fire. In a matter of moments, he became a raging inferno accompanied by the shrilled shrieks of the phoenix, only for the cold and bitter misery to arrive and smother that once mighty flame just as quickly.

That same fury nearly took hold of him again when Mallard swiftly left the funeral service to attend to Scott's will. How dare he abandon his only family to "deal with the necessities"?! Would it have killed him to pay his respects to the engine he claimed to view as a mentor? His predecessor, a father dare one say?! Like with the last burst of fury, however, it was quickly drenched in a water known as despair. As Gordon thundered down the line back home, he felt nothing but the numbness of depression.

Now here he was, sitting in a cold abandoned shed near Kildane, barely living but so far from death. His eyes felt sunken, and his smokebox door felt heavy. If he didn't know any better, he would've thought that his own face would come clean off its hinges, landing onto the ground with a sickening thud and disintegrate into dust.

His entire frame felt weak and brittle, but it still stood firm and strong under his weight. He had lost all of his energy and his sense of importance and high regard. He stopped taking the express since the day the wheel arrived and has been pulling filthy goods trains ever since.

His once proud and royal blue paint had become covered in soot, grime, and various other stains. His eyes were red from countless tears and sleepless nights, hindering his performance even more. Dark circles under his eyes accompanied the redness, further showing his deterioration and lack of self care.

To list every agony that Gordon is suffering through would take years. Gordon had become a fallen star, a star of which that was rapidly falling apart as we speak.

As he sulked in the crumbling shed, the low bellowing of a diesel had become audible. It's proud motor seemed to echo across invisible valleys as it approached. He shifted his eyes to look in the direction of the noise to see who would dare approach such a dilapidated structure. To his surprise, he recognized the large Warship.

"10? What are you doing here?" Gordon spoke weakly.

"I was just gonna ask you the same thing." he replied in an equally stunned voice. "This is usually my shed."

Gordon's weight shifted under the rails again. "Oh. I'm sorry...I can leave if-"

"No no, it's fine." 10 interrupted. "I'm just surprised is all. You can stay here, I'll just park beside you."

He did as he promised, and carefully backed into the shed, sitting on top of the rails to Gordon's left. Gordon heard a door open and quickly closed. Out of the corner of his eye, he could spy the mechanical arm of 10's driver speed away after bidding his engine farewell. Apparently he knew that the two were about to have an intimate conversation.

"How are you holding up?" The large engine asked cautiously.

At first, Gordon was hesitant to answer. Truth be told he wasn't well at all...but at the same time he didn't want to hinder anyone else and have them worry more about him more then their work. Fortunately, 10 already knew the answer, and spoke Gordon's mind on his behalf.

"About as well as you can?" he spoke gently, as not to come off as condescending.

"You and I both now how much it hurts," Gordon began. "To lose a sibling...but to lose someone who was guaranteed survival."

Gordon trailed off, tears already beginning to form in his eyes. For the first time in years, he felt weak. His eyes began to soften as he let himself show such a powerful emotion in front of what is supposed to be his replacement, his rival even. He had already let his emotions erupt before, so it would've been hypocritical to hide them anymore.

"There is no greater pain then that." he finished through tears.

10 remained silent, and respectfully allowed the other engine to sob. His tears streamed down his face and began to pool onto his buffers and the ground below. The rails slightly sunk into the now wet soil, a result of the ground underneath it being disturbed.

10 had never seen such a thing before. An engine sobbing in front of another was unheard of on the Mainland, so to see such raw emotion from someone so uptight...why he couldn't explain the feeling even if he could.

"And the worst part of it?" Gordon went on shakily. "It isn't even over yet."

"What do you mean?"

Gordon thought for a moment and decided that he could no longer bare the weight of his dilemma any longer. As soon as he composed himself as best as he could, he looked at the warship.

"Promise me you won't speak of this. To anyone. What I'm about to tell you must stay between us."

"I promise." he spoke carefully, surprised at how trusting the engine was being to him. Then again, anyone in Gordon's position would've been grasping for any sort of comfort. Even if his better judgement wouldn't allow it.

"It's Scott's will," Gordon explained weakly. "Ryan is convinced someone tampered with it in Mallard's favor. Everyone on Spencer's side of the family is convinced that there isn't any evidence for such a claim. Now Ryan and his siblings are up in arms against his."

10 was suddenly intrigued by what he was being told. He'd heard of stories about forgeries, especially during his time as a bounty hunter. He suddenly found a source of hope, that his past might finally prove useful.

"Why would he think that?" he asked respectfully.

"Mallard got a majority of Scott's finances and properties. The rest of it went to Spencer and his half of the family, myself and Ryan."

"That does sound weird...What's Mallard doing now?"

"I'm not sure, I haven't spoken to him since the funeral." he said. "Or anyone for that matter...you're the only person I've talked to about this."

Diesel 10 was stunned. Astonished even, more so then he was before. It was already bizarre enough to have someone like Gordon vent to him of all engines, but to have him be the only person to vent about his feelings to? Why, he didn't know what to feel! Honored? Prideful? Destressed? Concerned?

Gordon's eyes had finally dried, with the last tear falling into the puddle below him. He looked at the diesel with red, burned eyes. "I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm completely lost."

"Y'know you really shouldn't be taking all of this on your own," 10 spoke abruptly. "Why don't you talk to the other steamies? Or even Hatt? Can't you get advice from him?"

Gordon nearly had a stroke at the suggestion. "You can't just...ask your controller for legal advice! It's improper!"

"Y'know what else is improper? Not talking to the people who can help you." He said sternly but gently. "Believe me, you don't ever want to make that mistake. It's how you end up making mistakes that you can't fix."

Gordon suddenly understood what the Warship was referring to. He had known about the Warship's past, as did most of the island, but he was the only one who truly understood his upbringing. To be robbed of your original purpose only to be thrown into a new one, and to have it end up for the better or for the worst of you. It doesn't take a genius to know who ended up where.

Gordon respected him, in a turn of events. Was 10 at one point resentful of Gordon's own privileges? He would've been a fool to deny that. Did he eventually overcome this prejudice and turned into one of the islands most reliable engines? Yes, but it's hard to believe that an airport of all things could've been the catalyst for such a change in demeanor.

Either way, Gordon couldn't help but see himself in the Warships position. Gordon was sent to Sodor after being an excellent engine at Doncaster...and he felt betrayed by the decision. He liked where he was, his family was there, why did they take it away from him? Was he not good enough? Over time, he grew to love his new home and job, but it took many years for him to heal from the sudden changes and hurt feelings.

10, meanwhile, had the misfortune of being sent for scrap with the rest of his siblings, only to be salvaged by some lunatic who gutted his cab and installed a massive hydraulic claw into it. He spent years hunting down the engines that had fled their railways...but would return with a broken husk of an engine trailing behind him.

Almost all runaway engines are stored in sheds until their crews can find a proper sanctuary, but without proper maintenance and a lack of movement after so much time...The warship became less of a bounty hunter and more of a corpse collector.

The more he thought about it, the more Gordon realized just how much they understand each other. The two were so similar yet so very different. It practically scared Gordon.

Looking at the mighty Warship now, it's virtually impossible to tell that he went through so much. He cares for those around him, and he's been a gentle giant for years now. He's went through years of pain and torment and yet here is smiling and working hard as if it had never happened!

As Gordon thought more and more about 10, and how he managed to pull through in the end gave him a newfound sense of hope. While not nearly enough to overpower his grief yet, it gave him a head start.

"I...I'll see if I can get the chance to talk to him." Gordon spoke, having found his strength. "He is a rather busy man after all."

"If he really cares about you steamers like his kids," 10 replied, "Then I bet he'll make time."

Gordon was taken aback by the phrase. "You don't really believe in that little rumor, do you?"

It was a lighthearted joke on the island's part, but 10 believed it to be fact. After all, this was the Hatt family we're talking about. The very same family that would gladly break the law just to keep a steam engine from being scrapped.

10 chuckled lightly, "That was a rumor?"

"Depends on who you ask." he replied cheekily. While his mood was lifted, he knew it would be a long time before he truly felt better. This wasn't, however, meant to discourage the smaller steps…as he could already see a flicker of hope at the end if a ling tunnel.

"Hey, there we go!" 10 smiled. If he had arms, he would've placed one of them around his friend for comfort and encouragement. Alas, he was stuck with only his words. In any other case, he would've used his claw, but that would've damaged the already weakened shed.

Suddenly, the Warship had an idea.

"Say, I think we can squeeze the two of us in my shed back at home base."

Gordon cocked an eyebrow at the suggestion. "Oh? what about-"

"It's only a short drive, maybe 15 minutes tops. If we leave now we can-"

"10, what about our drivers?" Gordon interrupted with a slight laugh.

The Warship blushed as the realization had dawned on him. While it was quite the blunder, if he acts quickly, he can fix it.

"I mean we could always leave a note!"

…or not.

Gordon let out a long needed laugh, and it wasn’t long before the warship joined in as well!

The two allies would’ve laughed the night away if weariness didn’t overcome them. As the two settled their weight ontop of the old rails, Gordon felt a small warmth build in his firebox, and he allowed a smile to form as he drifted effortlessly to sleep.

#ttte au #ttte #ttte dc au #ttte gordon #ttte shipping #ig #ttte diesel 10 #this has been in my drafts for months lmao #it’s finally finished lmao

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tomhathawaybircotes · 7 months ago

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hatherwayfunerals · 3 years ago

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1ddiscourseoftheday · 6 years ago

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Thurs 4 Apr

Louis is up for a Billboard Music Award for top social artist! This is a big deal and fan voted so guess what we're about to be doing as soon as the votes open up.... Competition for the award is gonna be stiff even though speculation is that the kpop vote will be divided, so team Louis is gearing up to promo the contest with LTHQ and Matt Vines already posting about it. Mike Adam also posts about it, beautifully, saying "Louis deserves this. Or his fans deserve this I should say..... And just like Louis, his fandom are resilient and unwavering." IT'S TRUE and he should say it and it's lovely 🤧🤧

Zayn is again posting on twitter, ranting a bit, writing that his tweet yesterday was not about Gigi, that she is one of the loveliest women he's ever known and to leave her the fuck alone, and inviting people to @ him if they want to be set straight, which I assume is getting plenty of takers. The zquad are, can you guess, yes! That's right! Concerned. Still and again. Ah Zayn I hope things get easier for you babe.

Harry was enlisted to make a video asking a girl to prom and did it in the most delightfully charmingly Harry way possible, taking most of the video to assure her she was very free to say no to the guy and there was no additional pressure implied by his involvement. Bless this boy, truly, we stan one (1) king of consent. Columbia posts an old tour pic of Harry resting his dick on a counter and spraying himself with perfume to ask, "what would you do if you walked into a bathroom and saw this?" Good question Columbia! I have literally no words to answer this! Just thinking about it stresses me out! Goodbye!

Capital FM posted a... teaser? for something? Idk all I can focus on here is the fact that they posted a psychedelic video of Liam riding a neon yellow big lad T-rex on wheels like it was a bucking bronco. What would you do if you walked into a bathroom and saw THAT that's what I want to know

Niall and Lewis Capaldi got drunk together and we all reaped the benefits via social media goofiness, and Soccer Aid posted a teaser- Was that a blurry Niall?! Is Niall gonna do Soccer Aid?? A: YES! He is! Now that's some exciting sports news, FINALLY! The game will be on June 16.

And in our currently daily fic section, the wank rages on. I won't go over it all again, it's in yesterday's, but I will reiterate that no-one, NO-ONE, who is sending or posting hate towards ANYONE is morally pure! Talking about boybanders online and writing fic doesn't hurt people (yes I said what I said) but BULLYING DOES. ANYWAYYYYY you know who agrees with me about fic, the official Open English Brazil account! They're over there posting Larry fic recs all day for people who want to learn English in a tried and true classic way- by reading fanfiction. It's a solid fic wall of fandom classics on their twitter today, all helpfully linked to (Hugo award nominated site) Ao3. The only crossover I saw with the Israeli Prison Fic Binder was Soft Hands Fast Feet, which I guess is now officially a worldwide favorite.

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Live Review: Louis Tomlinson World Tour

29 July 2022 at HBF Stadium, Mount Claremont (Perth)

Review by Sheldon Ang

Photos: Sheldon Ang Photography

The sonic god has struck a deal with the great Walls of uncertainly. After two years in hibernation, the pilgrims of an enigmatic cult cast their eyes, ears, spirits and hysteria towards a single direction.

“Perth, this is the last show of the Tour (in Australia)…me coming here as a Brit and still playing a sold out to this show makes it the best day of my life…you guys are f–king amazing …”

At twenty five past the hour, the 30-year-old singer songwriter from Doncaster graced the stage in a Burberry shirt to the rambunctious decibels of a RAF Tornado, thanks to the collective vocal amplifiers of teenage cohorts of present day and yesteryears.

Setlist opener We Made it from the Tomlinson’s debut solo 2020 album Walls was a symbolic spark to the night in more ways than one after a successful world tour, selling out in global arenas across America and Europe including the iconic Wembley Arena – which was a significant night given it was where four other young men interwoven with him by X Factor in 2012, forming One Direction. Drag Me Down from 1D’s 2015 album Made in the A.M was performed soon after, sparking the first of the three One Direction tracks of the night.

Inevitably the fan frenzy had reached full One D craze mode, as most were reciting the gospels of Walls with over 4,000 of the rowdiest but the most beautiful sounding backup singers from Perth. Some were on their knees, sipping and twirling in a concoction of euphoria and hysteria, while others were on shoulders, holding love infested placards hoping to capture the attention of Louis. Everyone else was on their feet including those in the upper reaches.

A bevy of young fans on pole position mentioned they had been camping at the doorsteps of HBF Stadium since 2 a.m., or almost 20 hours before T minus zero – certainly a worthy mention considering Perth had been drenched by a cold and wet spell of wintery blast. Another fan made the disturbing decision to miss her grandfather’s funeral in Sydney, which would normally be a satirical reason for not missing out the AFL Grand Final, but “You got to do what you got to do” – which probably sums the catastrophic obsession for one of the pillars of One Direction.

Louis Tomlinson and his band dazzled the night through a rock-esque sonic rendition through booming bass, drums and kicks accompanied by scintillating end to end riffs – which is not surprising considering his influences were the likes of Oasis, Kings of Leon and Catfish and the Bottlemen – with the latter two were given a shout out through the cover of Beautiful War and 7, followed by two more One Direction hits in Little Black Dress and Through the Dark, before ending the night with Kill My Mind.

So gone are the preconceived and presumptuous notions where members of boy bands are no more than exquisite looking props to charm the hearts of teenage fans. Yes, Louis is a good-looking English lad, but boy can he really sing and perform. The singer songwriter – who had written over 30 songs for One Direction, propagates an immense talent with the knack to translate personal experiences into lyrics, oozing the je nais se quois enshrouded by the palpable sincerity while performing the likes of Two of Us, Walls, Always You, Defenceless and Fearless. His time at One Direction had undoubtedly provided the superfluous world class training for stage presence – which clearly resonated on the night as he homed his craft by being engaging – without being corny.

While the album Walls is not something that you’d dance to, the live performance version is a different beast from another dimension, engraving Louis Tomlinson as a genuine world class solo artist in his own right.

#louis tomlinson #louis press #29 july 2022

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Live Review: Louis Tomlinson World Tour

LTWT Perth, HBF stadium, Review by Sheldon Ang

“The sonic god has struck a deal with the great Walls of uncertainly. After two years in hibernation, pilgrims of the enigmatic cult look to behold as they cast their eyes, ears, spirits and hysteria towards a single direction.”

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“Perth, this is the last show of the Tour (in Australia)…me coming here as a Brit and still playing a sold out to this show makes it the best day of my life…you guys are f–king amazing …”

Inevitably the fan frenzy had reached full craze mode, as the 5,000 of the rowdiest but the most beautiful sounding backup singers from Perth were reciting the gospels of Walls. Some were on their knees, sipping and twirling in a concoction of euphoria and hysteria, while others were on shoulders, holding love infested placards, hoping to capture the attention of Louis. Everyone else was on their feet including those in the upper reaches.

A bevy of young fans on pole position mentioned they had been camping at the doorsteps of HBF Stadium since 2 a.m., or almost 20 hours before T minus zero – certainly a worthy mention considering Perth had been drenched by a cold and wet spell of wintery blast. Another fan skipped a funeral presided over in the east – which would normally be a satirical reason for not missing out on the AFL Grand Final, but “You got to do what you got to do” – which probably sums the catastrophic obsession for one of the pillars of One Direction.

Louis Tomlinson and his band dazzled the night through a rock-esque sonic rendition through booming bass, drums and kicks accompanied by scintillating end to end riffs – which is surprising, but not a revelation considering his influences are the likes of Oasis, Kings of Leon and Catfish and the Bottlemen – with the latter two sharing the honour on stage through the cover of Beautiful War and 7. The band gelled exceptionally well as a tight unit, with moments felt as if Louis was the permanent frontman of a world class rock band.

Many were singing to What Makes You Beautiful during the interval before the encore. Perhaps it would be almost sacrilegious to perform the smash hit without the other four, thus leaving the other One Direction hits to Little Black Dress and Through the Dark, before ending the night with Kill My Mind from Walls.

Gone are the preconceived and presumptuous notions where members of boy bands are no more than exquisite looking props to charm the hearts of teenage fans. Yes, Louis is a good-looking English lad, but boy can he really sing and perform, hitting the notes while interweaving through choreography. The singer songwriter – who had written over 30 songs for One Direction, propagates an immense talent with the knack to translate personal experiences into lyrics, oozing the je nais se quois enshrouded by the palpable sincerity while performing the likes of Two of Us, Walls, Always You, Defenceless and Fearless. His time at One Direction had undoubtedly provided him the best possible training for stage presence – which resonated on the night as he homed his craft by being engaging – without being corny.

While the album Walls is not the seminal piece the casual listeners would dance to, the live performance version is a different beast from another dimension, engraving Louis Tomlinson as a world class, solo artist in his own right.

#louis tomlinson #concert review #ltwt 2022 #ltwt perth #australia

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top five esoteric pieces of celebrity drama ?

oh this one is so good ty!!

in no particular order, but the first one has obviously been on my mind!

1. Robbie Williams versus “britpop”. literally every beef he has had with a britpop boy is golden.

robbie’s and oasis’s 20+??? year beef at this point is the stuff of legends and I can’t get into all of it but like? it’s got everything! drunk dancing at glastonbury, iconic kissing pictures, their former friendship possibly playing a role in the take that breakup, the whole feud starting just because noel decided to open his mouth and call robbie “the fat dancer from take that”, stolen fiancés and the dissolution of a marriage, multiple songs that could be about the whole thing, a funeral wreath with “To Noel Gallagher, RIP. Heard your latest album – with deepest sympathy, Robbie Williams” (the drama of that one!) sent to oasis after the release of standing on the shoulder of giants, general on-going fatshaming and a little sprinkle of homophobia from the oasis camp (the “this ones for robbie, as usual, understands the letter q” at the 2000 q awards being the most notable), boxing match challenges as brit awards speeches, a very funny statement released by oasis about not “condoning violence” (lmao) after this that I can’t find right now, some of noel gallagher’s cruelest insults (this one cutting robbie and my mentally ill ass real deep) for some reason (one involving a gun and uhhh yeah), robbie putting the whole thing down to just wanting to fuck liam, and mentions of a theoretical throple involving himself kylie minogue and liam gallagher, and so much more that I can’t even recall off the top of my head. although there has been some minor reconciliation???? perhaps? also that time liam referred to robbie as a “whore carol singer” and robbie responded is...a moment

also I just love him basically giving no opinion of blur besides the fact they were all middle class assholes to him, PARTICULARLY alex james, the cheese tory bass player.

you can even make the argument that the success of robbie and pop acts like him is what killed britpop or atleast put the final nail in the coffin which makes all of this even more iconic!

honorable mention related to robbie because the humor is more about how fans reacted than the drama itself: that time in 2018 on X Factor that Robbie Williams said Louis Tomlinson didn’t know what camp wasand made some joke about camp not existing in Doncaster (where louis is from) because he was mean about dance club queen janice robinson’s performance, and directioners (well larries) started calling robbie “homophobic” because he was mean? to louis? a straight man? and classist because gay people do live in Doncaster, even though Robbie himself is also from a working class background and place? It was a lot. (there are posts about this I swear, just look in the robbie tag on this site but I don’t feel like finding them so take my word for it).

2. I can’t get enough of literally anything involving Chrissie Hynde and Ray Davies and their drama whirlpool of a relationship. like the fact they had their house senanced because they thought it was ghosts giving their relationship it’s bad vibes? his brother Dave hating her ON SIGHT for some reason, like its all too much for me and also all so nebulous. love it!

3. This one is so esoteric it’s barely drama or a beef but god I love this Courtney Love quote about Julian Casablancas’ little rich “my dad owned one of the biggest modeling firms in the world am I went to boarding school” ass

4. this one is not remotely niche or esoteric but literally every bit of drama that occurred between Tiffany Pollard and Gemma Collins on celebrity big brother....like this is the blueprint for funny reality show drama. I just feel Iike I can’t make a drama list without mentioning it. It’s just required viewing.

5. if you wanna get REAL niche, all the drama that occurred on The Glee Project (specifically season 1) that only me, my friends and like five other people have ever watched. Lindsay versus Ellis?? When Cameron walked? (literally all of this is niche enough that I can only find fan videos and no real clips, and the only reason my friends and I are able to still watch it is because one of them tormented it in like 2012) it’s all burned into my brain!!

#I don’t knew why I treated this like a sourced exposè but here you go lmao #asks

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