welcome to the one direction showdown!
inspired by the many bracket tournaments i have been seeing lately of popular tv shows and characters, i have decided to create my own tournament to find the top one direction song!
for this tournament, i have chosen to only do released songs and not leaked!
each week, i will post a new round of polls that everyone will have the chance to vote on. these polls will last for one week. after the round is finalized, i will post a new set of polls and so forth until we reach a champion!
here is what our bracket looks like for round one: (i'll make it look pretty later 🤍)
link to round one polls under the cut
reminder that polls will be open for one week, and have fun!
group one
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group three
group four
group five
group six
group seven
group eight
group nine
group 10
group 11
group 12
group 13
group 14
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group 16
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group 18
group 19
group 20
group 21
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The Rescue by haztobegood
Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Rating: NR
Words: 666
Summary: Louis likes to do one last round through the kennels to check that everyone has enough food and no one has tipped over their water bowls before he leaves. It takes him a second to notice the last pen is slightly ajar. Louis frowns; that’s definitely not how he’d left it after checking on their newest rescue.
Written for @1dtrickortreatfest 2022
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a birthdaze snip from Fastlove in honor of another trip around the sun. tis the season 🫶🏻
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Song: Take The A Train by Duke Ellington
It's a quarter past five o'clock, peak end of day travel. All the nine to fives are itching to get home. Harry and Zayn have been riding the subway for a few minutes. The chaos that is Manhattan rush hour has begun. It's an unspoken way of life for New Yorkers, don't draw attention and mind your business.
Harry's trying and failing to not suffocate to death from the designer denim he decided to wear straight out of the store. They didn't feel this stiff in the fitting room.
After much deliberation, they agreed on a few different washes. Zayn managed to pull a rabbit out of his hat and convinced Harry to buy a white pair of jeans. Zayn took a photo of him in them and sent it to everyone in the group chat.
Of course their close friend Nicky, who's also a fellow drag queen from Lucky Cheng's, chimed in first and asked where Harry's dick had disappeared to. Harry proceeded to shove the phone down his pants for a quick shot as hard evidence.
Now, filled with deep regret, Harry shifts and struggles in the orange and beige plastic seat.
He attempts to be as subtle as possible while grabbing his crotch. "Shit. They're so fucking tight," he whispers.
"That's what he sa—" Harry pinches Zayn's nipple. He doesn't even flinch.
Harry releases a meditative exhale. "I feel like I can't breathe and my balls will never forgive me."
Zayn shakes his head. "They're brand new designer jeans. Of course it's cramped in there. Why is this an issue? Your jeans normally look painted on."
"Don't mock my pain."
"I told you to wear your old ones out of the store. Designer needs time to meld to your body."
"They're not new shoes. I don't need to break them in." He stretches his legs out to admire his new boots.
"Says the one who owns two pairs of jeans."
He grips onto Zayn's bicep. "Thank you Zayneth, overlord of retail. Do you finally receive your horns with another sacrifice to the fashion gods?"
"You'll be thanking me when someone with a modicum of good taste notices how hot you look in overpriced jeans. Just lay one on me now, you know I'm right." Zayn nudges his sharp cheek in his face.
Harry rolls his eyes. "I don't care if anyone notices," he mumbles through a smile and kisses Zayn's cheek.
The suit beside them clears his throat. Harry glances over as the bloke squirms in his seat, discomfort evident from their harmless embrace. The Wall Street Journal's clasped tightly in his fingers. He flips a page obnoxiously to drive the point home.
Zayn, never one to bite his tongue, snips, "Something wrong, sweetheart?" He angles his head toward the man's face.
"Zayn..."
"No H, I'd like to know what the fuss is." He edges closer. "Oh cupcake, did your Viagra stock plummet?" He clicks his tongue against his teeth in mock sympathy. Harry needs to get them off this train before The Brooklyn is fully unleashed.
"Not now. Look, our transfers next. Get up."
He grabs Zayn’s hand to spring him into action. The familiar monotone voice announces the next stop over the crackled speaker.
Song: Where Angels Fear To Tread by Disclosure
Harry collects the copious amount of shopping bags and nudges his tempestuous friend, urging him to move. Wills him to. Zayn stands up to leave and, of course, blows a kiss to the suit.
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bonus snippet/summary up next. tagging the usual suspects and anyone else feeling frisky w some high art to share: @alarrylarrie @becomeawendybird @beelou @crinkle-eyed-boo @femstyles @fallinglikethis @hiccoops @kingsofeverything @louandhazaf @lookslikefairytale @twopoppies @toomanydreamers
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brown skin and lemon over ice
2.5k A short one shot of a reunion in Italy, around the time Harry filmed the Golden video.
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He should know with more certainty which one is their bedroom but he’s only been here twice, only once since their things had moved in, and come to think of it, he’s not sure this is the room they slept in last time.
Regardless, he’s got clothes he knows are his hanging in the wardrobe, sees his old Stone Roses shirt crumpled and worn on the unmade side of the bed. He drops his bag, rummages through the drawers for a pair of trunks, goes into the bathroom to change. It doesn’t feel like enough of a home yet for him to be totally comfortable, but that should change soon enough. He can’t help a spray of the cologne sat by the sink, vanilla and wood and comfort.
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"In a cloudless atmosphere, After the fog has lifted. He'll grow and persevere, cause that's the curse of the gifted."
~Starry~
"They call you a madman, well so much the worse. You know that you're crazy, you know that you're cursed."
"Arists are so tortured and the good ones die so young."
-"I don't wanna die" By Petie
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Just letting a ton of things render for work today while hissing at the light from the STORM OF THE CENTURYYY (snowstorm wasn't as bad as predicted thankfully, still a lot of snow, but not as awful as was hyped here) blinds me from all the brightness
but also zoning out a bit and thinking about how I saw another creator I (used to) like dig her heels in about HL and how she's fine for playing it and trying to justify why she is Fine for playing it and still an ally-- y'know the typical defenses people have been going to while sounding entirely vapid/ignoring what others are trying to tell them
and I keep thinking, while I unfollow her, that she's just opened her community up to be full of the most obnoxiously hateful and spiteful people because they see that creator as a new voice/safe platform to be shitty alongside
it's so fucking disappointing to see people act like this but also just...like lmao she's in for a world of self made bullshit since she's going to be associating/interacting with a fanbase made up of people who thrive off of making people miserable as a hobby. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, literally??
But it also just sucks. Like. I cannot stop people from playing shit wizard game obviously (but I will squint), but like at least don't DOUBLE DOWN on it and try to justify it with the shittiest reasons!!
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