#ziam day

[theeliampayne]

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[britayne]

Idk how someone didn’t see this, but for me this “Zouis reunion” is all about Liam. For me it’s two people who have been loose their dearest one. That's the reason they get back together. I knew it could happen after Louis liked Zayn’ tribute post.

Now I think they might decide to honor Liam together. That kind of tribute I would like, because I know it would be full of love and genuineness

[prettysymbiosis]

https://www.tumblr.com/prettysymbiosis/767988057532252160/and-if-i-said-this-is-liams-zayn?source=share

I've just seen this post. If "It's You" is a Ziam song don't you think Zayn would find it hard to sing on tour? Especially without getting emotional?

Zayn is performing several songs on this tour that I consider to be Liam/Ziam songs, with It's You being the most tender, so it makes sense to wonder how he's handling that. I do think that for all his past performance anxiety, Zayn is both a professional singer and a celebrity who is well-practiced at separating himself from his stage persona, so I would not expect him to well up with tears every time he sings a certain song live.

Zayn is definitely enjoying himself on this tour, finding his stage presence again, and having been at his show this past Saturday I felt so much genuine sincerity in his interactions with the audience and the band. So I don't mean to imply that he is switched off while performing, because I actually feel he is being quite authentic in a way that is beautiful to see. But performing even a very personal song live requires a lot of focus and skill, so I think his mind and body are more dialed into that in the moment.

That being said, at my show he introduced It's You, paused for a moment, then said "It's you" again for some reason. At the end of the show, he reminded us to hug our loved ones (and we all know what he said he wished he could do one last time in his goodbye note). I also feel like I remember a clip from one of the UK shows where he did seem a little choked up after one of the songs (I think it was It's You but I can't 100% remember).

All of this to say, I perceive Zayn as someone who is deeply emotional but very practiced at veiling the details through his music, and also committed to doing a good job as a performer in this new grown era he's in. He chose his own setlist, and there's no doubt in my mind that a lot of these songs are Liam songs, especially It's You because he explicitly dedicated it to Liam during the Wolverhampton show. Rather than be crushed by sadness in performing them, I think the chance to honor and celebrate Liam's spirit and the connection they shared is a positive thing for Zayn, a conscious choice he made for himself and for us and for Liam ❤️💛

[zot3-flopped]

https://x.com/VickyNicole3/status/1876371267500286283?t=86fxnfvBtiqkClY0dB669A&s=19

He wasn't 'walking around fine', Vicky, he was passing out every ten minutes! And a man who's been an alcoholic for many years won't 'die of alcohol poisoning' from drinking one bottle of whiskey.

[beacarrot]

2024 is a year that will forever be etched in my heart and in the timeline of eternity. I dare say it has been, so far, the best year of my brief life.

It feels as though, somehow, the stars aligned, and the universe smiled at me. I visited incredible places and met even more incredible people! Some come and some stayed in my life by the grace of God, others left as a blessing, and a few passed away and are in places we can’t comprehend, taking a piece of me with them, but also leaving a piece of themselves behind.

Every experience, every joy, pain, love, every opportunity, and the new things I tried or was introduced to resulted in memories — and memories are eternal.

I am grateful for every second I lived this year and for every dream that found its way to fruition. I experienced things for which I couldn’t have asked for anything better.

2023 felt like it would last forever — a nightmare. But 2024 was the light we often pray to see at the end of the tunnel. And I saw it, thankfully.

To everyone I met or who stayed in my life this year, thank you! Thank you for your contribution. You made my life more colorful, and I want every single one of you, uniquely, to be with me in 25!

And now, all of this is part of the story of my life.

Happy New Year! All the best to everyone! 🤍💋

[hl-obsessed]

✨ I don't know how else to sum it up 'Cause words ain't good enough Ooh, I can't explain your love, no It's better than words Better than words ✨

for Hani @theeliampayne as always 💕 just because i can

[behindthesefangirleyes]

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[pathetic-dreamy]

hello! i just wanted to tell you the (tags) classifications of my quotes.

i’ve curated them throughout the years and thought it’d be cool for you guys to know all of them:

[kaylashouse]

they are soo cuteee

[rubdown]

The fact that that Mikey Way was playing bass for Fall Out Boy on stage n getting passed around like a salad and Liam commented on Zayn's post then Zayn replied to his comment like what year is it, the 1990s??????? And I'm supposed to sit here on my hands instead of blowing up

[britayne]

”Room under the stairs” by Zayn sounds so stylish and atmospheric. Love it

[moonsaurora]

what is the one moment of proof or evidence that is undeniable to you? it’s hard to explain what i’m asking lol but the one thing that you’re holding onto that has you like - yes. they’re real. they’re together. maybe the one moment that when you were getting into them that made your jaw drop and make you believe completely, like you don’t think it could be explained away at all. for both larry and ziam

[quietzap]

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[beacarrot]

New Year's Bag.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,

Ladies and gentlemen!

Turn on the cameras and blessed lights,

There's fresh champagne in the tank tonight,

No one ever learned how to write "Réveillon,"

Pick a good playlist and make us believe,

"What a year!"

They say, staring at their own faces,

Hoping to spot something new in old places.

I replay my memories as a third-party view,

These are the things we can't construe,

Yet we yield,

Drawn to life's inexplicable appeal,

And so it goes,

And so it comes,

There's sadness on one side of the table,

There's joy on the other, as much as we're able,

But I've never known my left from my right,

My head was made to mix up the light,

Always,

Always, that's what my mind seems to say.

Glitter floods the restaurant floor,

Each one wears a color, yet craves something diferent and something more,

There's always someone who shouts too loud,

There's always a glass that shatters the crowd,

Somewhere there's a leap,

A leap over waves so deep,

Anyway, just play "Firework" by Katy Perry,

Silence settles, and my mind feels unwary,

Can you recall the anticipation?

And suddenly, they count: 1, 2, 3...

Happy New Year!

I want you with me when we go to 25,

I want you with me when we go to 25,

Do you want me too?

I don't want a restart,

To restart means something must end,

And I don't want to lose what's been, my dear friend,

I feel like I haven't felt enough, but I'm all in,

All in for this idea of new paths to begin.

Obstacles die, obstacles rise,

Something changes, it makes me cry,

I'm not that good at letting go.

I know,

I recall,

I searched it all,

It was an emotional year,

I cut out the bad with my sensory gear,

I lost someone dear,

But gained phenomenal souls, near and clear,

These are just things,

Things I'll store,

Pack them away in my New Year's Bag.

I'll stop searching for every single answer,

They simply don't exist, or they're not for my planner,

One of my ear is deaf,

And a murmur slips from my breath:

Oh, God chose you to be with me this year,

And now I choose you for my future, my darling,

Hey, we've broken prejudice and that wall!

Come back boy with the red ribbon's call,

Rest on the trail of stars,

I'll follow your voice,

Or at least you can hold my heart,

A compass of choice,

I'm often called sappy,

But I'm just overly emotional, lost but I guess also happy.

I raced against time,

Lost my breath, to ensure I'd look back on the climb,

My friends and I turned 366 days into eternity,

Spent our sanity,

But claimed our own clarity,

Oh, Jesus!

How many songs did we forget to hear?

I had another birthday with my parents near,

Gratitude filled me, bringing peace sincere,

If a mic were in my hand,

I'd puff my chest like an antihero and stand,

"Man, I was bold!"

Because that's how you hold,

Hold on to love and learn to be whole.

Confetti will build something unbreakable tonight,

Each one wears a color, yet craves their own light,

There's always someone who's drunk and high,

Always a heart that sinks, asking why,

Somewhere there's a seat left empty,

For someone who's gone, leaving someone lonely,

Anyway, just play "New Year's Day" by Taylor Swift,

Silence settles, and my mind feels unwary,

Can you recall the anticipation?

And suddenly, they count: 1, 2, 3...

Happy New Year!

I want you with me when we go to 25,

I want you with me when we go to 25,

Do you want me too?

I don't want a restart,

To restart means something must end,

And I don't want to lose what's been, my dear friend,

I feel like I haven't felt enough, but I'm all in,

All in for this idea of new paths to begin.

Obstacles die, obstacles rise,

Something changes, it makes me cry,

I'm not that good at letting go.

I failed,

I despaired,

I sought and repaired.

It was an emotional year,

I cut out the bad with my sensory gear,

I lost someone dear,

But gained phenomenal souls, near and clear,

These are just things,

Things I'll store,

Pack them away in my New Year's Bag.

I'm like a sleepthinker,

Nearly losing this idea, the notion,

We all feel this way during such commotion,

I turn to my bag of tricks,

The about " The Almost Perfection" manual fix,

There's no map to guide,

You and I count losses with our fingers, wide-eyed,

Will punishment cross our bones?

Were we good at dodging the stones,

Didn't we?

Who's forgiving my sins as I sin again?

Is the future planning to gift me, then?

We kneel on corn, then rise to dance,

This year's legendary,

But they say everything is momentary,

Although memories are eternal, moments don't fade,

And 24 is etched in my soul, like a serenade.

This year, I had the crystals,

And new jokes only we could whistle,

How many times did we just shrug and say, "Whatever"?

No one really give a damn,

When I passed from 23 to 24,

I broke chains,

Fled fake love and embraced gains,

I am free,

We defied headlines, you can see,

I drank before 18,

Danced till my legs grew mean,

Some plan to marry,

But I just don't want life to tarry,

I won't leave this life and the months have carried.

I'll hold on to memories,

Because something must hold me steady.

I'll hold on to memories,

Because something must hold me steady.

I'll hold on to memories,

Because something must hold me steady.

I want you with me when we go to 25,

Do you want me too?

Yes, do you want me too?

I want you with me when we go to 25,

Do you want me too?

Yes, do you want me too?

I want you with me when we go to 25,

Do you want me too?

Yes, do you want me too?

And when I almost forget this year,

When the napkin falls,

I know I'll remember,

Because I'll always see,

See it through my New Year's bag of memories,

New Year's bag.

Hey, remember 24?

(This is my last poem in my collection of 15 poems "made in 2007" and also the last of the 3 extra tracks. I think there was no better way to end this collection than with a New Year's poem posting it at the turn of the year. 2024 was what I dare say was the best year of my life so far, I learned, I freed myself, I lived, I really lived, I suffered, but I smiled and had SO *MUCH* fun! I am grateful to everyone who contributed so that this year could be marked positively in my memory. 2023 was a hard and difficult year, but 2024 restored me. Thank you for everything everyone, have a happy new year, I love you all.)

Signed: Beatriz Ranzonni 🩵.

[autumnrory]

i know i'm biased as they have always been my faves and the real person ships i've been most interested in but like i GET people still being larries and kaylors because there was always sooooo much evidence for it but i'll see stuff about a ship i didn't think that was big and people insisting they're still together and i'm just like what are you on about

[comradeocean]

"I have found myself talking out loud to you, hoping you can hear me" is a bonkers way for a celebrity to begin a public memorial statement less than 24 hrs after the death happened by someone who has possibly not personally spoken to the dead person in question for almost ten years. I cannot stop thinking about it.

In 2013, Channel 4 did a documentary called Crazy About One Direction that featured a number of high octane waaaay out there fans. I think the band was asked about it during an interview; Louis and the others basically disavowed it, saying it was an unfair representation of girls who like One Direction and the fanbase in general. He wasn't being totally selfless in sticking up for the fans, because some of those girls were profoundly sad and lonely, maybe unwell. And if your mission is to be marketed as a fun-loving carefree boyband, the last thing you'd want to be associated with are young, maladjusted, friendless girls.

Anyway, at one point, one of the girls interviewed says:

Twitter is like a prayer place. When you go to a prayer place, you feel like you’re connected to God. So when you’re on twitter, you feel like you’re connected to 1D. You just have hope. [audio description alt-text: an image of Louis as Jesus Christ]

Zayn is also the only one of the boys to have crossposted his message to twitter.

The thing about One Direction being an accident, sure, a manufactured accident, but an accident nonetheless, is that they were guileless going in, and it showed. I've been mainlining old videos this week, trying to compare those early xfactor days with their contemporaries who were trying to break out around the same time. With everyone else, it was always a band full of Liams: intensely driven little freaks. Sorry, freak is maybe too mean a word to describe that particular mix of hunger and desperation to be accomplished, to be famous, and at the bottom of it all: to be liked. There's been a conscious shaping of the persona in service of those goals: they've learned to dance, to perform, to give pitches, soundbites, hit camera marks on cue. Most of them were also older, in their early to mid twenties. It's not inconceivable to imagine such a trajectory for the most diehard theatre kid you knew from school who decided after uni or whatever ~ to follow their dreams ~. That was the more typical boyband background. (not Liam though. lad was fourteen. he was closer to another subspecies of the genus: the child star)

And 1D in contrast were unpracticed, unstudied, as Zayn put it in that slightly off-kilter way of his (which I always imagine to be indicative of a disjunction between the vocabulary one encounters in school and what everyone around them is used to speaking), "novice children."

Like, truly, they did not give a fuck cos it hadn't yet occurred to them they were supposed to. Liam aside, industry norms were a complete mystery to them, and for many years, they managed to inhabit that sweet spot of flippancy without contempt, whether it was about the project, themselves, or their audience. Liam tells the story about being the go-between for xfactor stylists and the boys and getting into so much trouble on their behalf for wearing human-sized babygrows during a video diary. "Because Westlife would never wear those." [The punchline he then delivers is that Westlife members were pictured wearing onesies soon after. (quite possibly due to how viral anything 1D-related got)]

The boys were so immature. The whole boyband thing had fallen into their laps. They were just happy to be there! This thing that they didn't even know they wanted, they somehow got, and it took the shape of four other boys in exactly the same situation. It comes across very strongly how taken they were with themselves and each other. Find yourself a guy who looks at you the way blah Larry Stylinson blah blah Ziam blah blah blah. Never mind that cos they were all actually so hyped with each other. Any time any of them says anything remotely clever, or funny, or notable, the rest of them lose their shit like they're in on the same hilarious joke. Even if there was no actual joke. Their entire existence at that point was the joke bc how on earth had they landed from where they'd been — small deadend towns hollowing out from deindustrialization — to where they ended up — the xfactor house headed for the very top about to win it all, in the way they did — saved from bootcamp elimination at the last minute, with who they did — four other working class boys they would have never been friends with in another life. It must have been a high like a kind of limerence, like finding long lost family members on the exact same wavelength, like love.

And that was the other key thing about the stratospheric rise of One Direction. We didn't love One Direction only because we loved this or that member. We loved them because they loved each other, because they loved themselves, because they loved us. And they used the internet to show it.

In 2010, mass social media platforms were in their nascence, which is to say, the exploration of how to be a person, with other people, online, at a broad level not limited to specific subcultures, was in its nascence. For many years now, given the levels of extreme over-exposure, the dominant mood has become the mortifying ordeal of being perceived and so on. We've somehow all adopted mini-celebrity mindsets of our own, weary of being exposed to the maw of an unseen public. To be known is to be surveilled.

But the boys individually and at the collective level invited surveillance back then. Because the inverse — to be surveilled is to be known — seemed more relevant for that moment, at the beginning. They made a point of living their newfound lives at least partially online.

They were constantly on twitter, they livestreamed with a dedication that rivaled x-factor video producers, and none more so than Liam. It was already reality tv, this was just the next bleeding edge of "real": the unfiltered, unedited, direct sharing of yourself and what you loved in the last days of the old free-as-in-freedom internet.

When they said, over and over again, that it was all about the fans, it was meant in a very literal sense. Social media and the reality it created produced a feedback loop between the love they had for each other and the band, and the love we had for them, until it was inseparable: their relationships, our relationships, the process itself. Parasociality as it is currently manifested might have found its first mass expression through One Direction.

In separate interviews from This is Us (2013) deleted scenes, Liam and Louis say that Zayn wears his heart on his sleeve. Yet within the best-friends-slash-brothers-for-life schema cultivated as the One Direction vibe, he did not seem necessarily exceptional in his frequent declarations of love and fellow-feeling for various band mates. What he did ultimately end up doing was pulling the trigger on the contractual form their relationships were bound within, such that the I-love-you's inevitably passed from unpracticed to rote to a mandatory matter of their livelihoods. Someone had to be the first to explicitly and consciously decide that this "love" was no longer something they could continue participating in.

From the same set of deleted interview, in a somewhat fitting twist of symmetry, Louis and Zayn go on and on (much longer than Niall or Harry) about how Liam had been the serious and sensible one, but they've managed to corrupt him a little. It makes sense to assume that Zayn is referring to the band in general, but one can also read it to mean the two of them specifically, being the eldest, and their meta-cognition of the terms and conditions imposed by One Direction as a phenomenon.

The love the members of One Direction had for each other and the band and the fans was undeniably "real." The making of that "realness" was conditioned by the x factor throwing together four boys who had very little reference for what the fuck they had gotten themselves into, and Liam. Liam was the intermediary. He was already a creature twisted up and contorting, trying his level best to wedge himself into whatever spaces there could be found in the juggernaut of the entertainment industry. His neuroses and anxieties made the rest of One Direction possible, made One Direction "real" and "not like the other boybands" because that DNA, that what-not-to-do instruction manual could just be crammed into him, and the rest of them could be let loose into the world, unburdened by expectation, free to not give a fuck.

Louis and Zayn's raw, unpolished, typo-ridden letters were the most direct and irrefutable way they knew to swear fidelity to the boy they knew, the band they built, and the lives they lived together. The unfathomable ether of the internet, of the fans, of the massed publics seen and unseen made them, it destroyed their senses of self in ways they could weather until they couldn't, and it's into this ether they send their words, their grief, something real of themselves. Because in the universe of One Direction, this is the orthopraxis by which one proclaims one's faith and one's hopes. This is the prayer place that transcends distance, time, even death. This is how their brother could somehow, some way, still feel their love.