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Some of Liam’s Best Falsettos and High Notes

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The (looong) break down of Get Low by Zedd & Liam

(that nobody asked for)

Now, there have been talks pertaining to the prominence of a more sexual approach to Liam’s lyrics. People are entitled to feeling uncomfortable to sexual songs in general, there’s obviously no dismissing that, but what’s particularly *fascinating* is to see how this fandom has taken to a close minded 1930s taboo-ish mentality even as they organise whole fan projects for a sexual song, aka, No Control (discounting the unabashed erasure in songwriting, since I’m feeling generous), never mind how about 98.9739% of the fandom indulges in kinky sexual fanfiction, aha. 

The premise of the song is sexual but what’s particularly amusing is how this very fandom – one that specialises in dissecting every syllable of a song – put their feet up as soon as they sensed the sexual lyrics by someone aside from their fave.

As with any other song or any form of art for that matter, each piece of work is open to interpretation. “Get Low” to me is much more than what it offers at face value. The lyrics aren’t abstract, yet they’ve got a poetic fluidity to them. Zedd is credited as one of the writers and I’m impressed, quite honestly. Because, the thing is, it’s not meant to be a song to evoke any deep emotions, like say, patriotism. It’s a dance number and it’s purpose is to make you want to dance and enjoy the song, and Get Low delivers. Yet, the lyrics aren’t just a few random lines strung together. There’s a narration that’s been followed throughout. 

Personally, I interpret it as this guy – the protagonist – trying to reassure his partner to go all the way. Often in romantic relationships, sex is meant to be that pivotal, big step. Going by what the song offers, the partner, has had past romantic relationships that may have left them unsatisfied, and the protagonist is essentially reassuring them that’s it’s okay, that regardless of what happened in the past, they can trust them to /let go/, which is interestingly a phonetic word play of “Get Low” (this is totally me adding my two cents here, no projection on Zedd or the writers).  

Before I get into the details, the way Zedd has handled the production and brought out the veritable versatility of Liam’s vocals is simply exceptional and Liam’s expansive inflections and modulation is what really elicited this out of my head.

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anonymous asked:

Someone uploaded the entire 1D 2015 Apple Music Festival performance to Youtube and I am FLOORED by how amazing Niall sounds throughout that whole thing! Have you ever watched it? Like, I stan Niall and LOVE his voice but I'm the first to admit he doesn't have a falsetto like Liam or a belt like Harry, but damn, that kid has some POWER in his voice and his pitch is IDENTICAL to the recorded versions! While all three other boys go flat a lot singing live, he keeps perfect pitch?! How he do that?!

he’s magical! and he actually does have a very nice falsetto but he rarely uses it lol and YES i watched it live!! i rmr sitting there in awe and also dying.

also fyi, i believe he was sick during that entire set. at one point he left to go throw up lol poor bugger. he did INCREDBLE tho. bless his heart. he just always puts his all into everything. he’s so so good 🤗

Princess Harrytoinette: a masterpost

or Harry is an Actual Princess for Reasons.

A princess has her roles and duties and Princess Harrytoinette (harry for short) does his best to do them well.


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anonymous asked:

like is there a member of 1d you're not gay for lol


i’d make a sunday roast for harry every day of the week…………..liam’s falsetto changed my life……..i was a louie at one point………….i cried over zayn in that red henley…………………ok niall tho………….

also I feel the need to discuss this: the more zayn solos niall adopts, the more recognition he seems to be getting for just how great his voice is!!! like, every time he gets a zayn solo people are like “wow!!! niall!!!” which like, we KNOW he has a great voice but he so often is singing harmonies and doesn’t get as much recognition for how great his voice is. and he’s getting it so much more now and like……….even though zayn isn’t here anymore it’s like he’s still looking out for niall and making sure people hear niall and know JUST HOW IMPORTANT niall really is

Number 9

Prompt: the reader and Liam get into an argument that leads to them not talking for a few days. At a lacrosse game against Devenford Prep, Brett flirts with the reader and Liam gets jealous.

Warnings: paints Brett in a bad light (sorry Brett) and the reader bitch slaps Liam

“You can’t be serious right now. I mean, do you hear yourself?”

           Liam’s face was bright red; the veins in his neck were sticking out. Breathing heavily, he checked our surroundings, making sure there were no stragglers in the school hallways trying to get a scoop of drama. “Of course I’m serious right now. I saw it with my own eyes, Y/N. Don’t you dare lie to me.”

           Scoffing, I shoved my books into my locker. “You’re freaking insane. There’s no way in hell that I like Brett. I’m with you- despite the big ugly green monster you’re harboring right now.”

           Raising his eyebrows, Liam propped himself on his shoulder against the lockers. “I think I have a right to get pissed off when I hear my girlfriend talking to her friends about someone who’s pretty much my enemy.”

           “You’re totally misinterpreting the conversation!” I slammed my locker shut. “All she asked was what I thought of Brett. I said that he’s funny but you don’t like him.”

           “Oh, so what you’re saying is that if I did like him you’d hang around him more?”

           “That’s not what I was saying at all!” I fought to keep my voice level when really I wanted to scream out of frustration. “Why does it matter to you so much? I’m not cheating on you or anything!”

           Liam shoved himself off the lockers. His jaw was clenched. “How can I be sure of that?” When I just glared at him, he dropped the bomb. “I think we should take a break.”

           I jerked back as if he had hit me. “What?”

           “Why does it matter to you so much?” Liam asked in a falsetto voice. Then he cleared his throat and stared at the ground, muttering, “I mean, this will give you a chance to make your relationship with Brett public.”

           Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. Gasping, I managed to state, “I am not cheating on you. I’m not, and I never have, and I never will. Especially not with him.”

           Liam rolled his eyes. “Sticking to the same story, huh? Fine. I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

           Watching him walk away with an angry bounce to his steps, I whispered, “Liam…” But he forced the doors open and was gone.


The following week after that crushing discussion in the hallway on Monday was the worst of my life. Maybe that was a little dramatic, but it felt true. Liam refused to talk to me.

           My first attempt was the very next day, Tuesday. He hadn’t picked up his phone the night before, and I was worried about him. When I spotted him in the cafeteria with Scott, I rushed over as quickly as I could, plopping down in the seat in front of him, winded, “Liam, I-”

           He got up. And he walked away.

           I stared at the spot he had been in, confused. Did he really just…?

           Scott gave me a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry Y/N; I don’t think he really wants to talk to anyone right now.”

           “Okay.” I said in a small voice. “That’s fine.”

           “Hey, so, are you coming to the game Friday night?” Scott was suddenly leaning closer to me, an excited spark lighting up his dark eyes. “We’re playing Devenford Prep again.”

           Biting my lip, I thought it over. “Sure. I’d love to come watch you guys play.”


My second attempt was Wednesday after school. I was dying to hear his voice. Liam was standing with Mason in the parking lot, chatting casually. As soon as I approached them, Liam nodded to Mason, spun on his heel, and left.

           Mason gave my shoulder a squeeze. “Ouch.”

           “Eh,” I shrugged. “He did that yesterday, too. I guess I should’ve expected it.”

           “Still… he told me you guys broke up…”

           “Did he tell you the reason why?” I asked, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. When Mason nodded, I pressed further. “Do you believe him?” This time he shook his head. Shocked, I questioned, “What? You don’t?”

           Mason laughed. “You’re not sneaky enough to cheat on someone, Y/N.  No offense. And you can barely handle Liam as it is, so I don’t have a clue how you would juggle two guys.” I giggled. Then we sobered up. “No, but seriously, I think Liam’s over-reacting. He’ll come crawling back to you in a week tops.”

           I brightened. “Really? You think so?”

           He smirked. “Yep. It’ll go something like this,” Mason screwed up his face and made a voice that sounded oddly like Barbie’s Ken. “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry I saw you talking with your friends and decided to eavesdrop and that assumed that you were cheating on me with that sort-of attractive asshole-ish giant. Please forgive me.”

           Laughing, I shoved Mason’s shoulder. “I’m sure he’ll sound just like that.”

           “He will, trust me.” Mason’s face lit up. “Are you gonna come to the game Friday?”

           “We’re playing Devenford Prep, right?” When he nodded excitedly, I laughed. “Yeah, I’ll come. Scott asked me to yesterday as well.”

           “Of course he did. Beacon Hills wouldn’t last a game without its two best cheerleaders, Mason and Y/N.”


My third and final attempt was Thursday morning in the hallway. Liam was ranting to Stiles about something. I made eye-contact with Stiles, and he murmured something to Liam who then promptly took off for the boys’ bathroom.  

           Did he just warn Liam that I was coming?

           Angrily, I stalked over to Stiles. His eyes narrowed as I placed my hand on my hip. “Sorry, I try not to fraternize with cheaters.” My mouth dropped open. He didn’t really pay me any mind, just turned to dig through his locker.

           Suddenly filled with confidence, I slammed his locker shut, nearly getting his hand caught in there. Not that I would’ve fretted over it too much if he was going to be acting this way. “Listen, Stilinski,” I growled. “I don’t know what kind of crap Liam is spoon-feeding you, but I didn’t cheat on him. At all. Ever. I love that egghead too much, and I’d really appreciate it if you stayed out of our relationship.”

           Stiles rolled his eyes. “No one believes him because they’re all beyond convinced that you’re a little angel who would never do that to him. But I see you, you little diva. You-”

           “I was talking to my friends and they asked me about Brett. I said and I quote, ‘He’s funny, but Liam doesn’t like him.’ Liam was eavesdropping and heard that. He blew it out of proportion and broke up with me.”

           He blinked. Awkwardly, Stiles scratched the back of his head. “Oh…”

           Holding out my arms, I asked, “What?”

           “He never said anything about that. He just said that you cheated on him.” Stiles shifted his weight. “This sounds more likely. He’s always been a dramatic, jealous diva, you know what I’m saying?”

           I rolled my eyes. “What’s with you and the word ‘diva’ today?”

           “It’s kind of a long story. Malia and I were playing around, and… you don’t care.” Stiles rubbed his neck. I knew apologizing wasn’t really his style, so I didn’t expect one. “Hey, are you coming Friday night?”

           I nodded. “Scott and Mason beat you to asking me. Devenford Prep vs Beacon Hills. I’m sure it’s going to be one for the record books.”


By the time Friday night rolled around, I was both sad and pissed that Liam still wouldn’t talk to me. I found it childish and ridiculous. If this was how things were going to be, I was going to have to kill him.

           The bleachers were packed with screaming high schoolers, all eagerly awaiting the start of the game. Mason bumped me with his hip. “We better get up there before all the good seats are taken.” He teased.

           “Actually, I was thinking of sitting behind the guys.” I gestured to where I had left my backpack- bottom row, last spot on the right.

           He pursed his lips and nodded. “Yeah, that would work too. I like that idea better. Not as much climbing involved.”

           Scott slung an arm over my shoulder. “Glad that you could make it.” He pecked my cheek before Coach called him over. Stiles patted my head awkwardly, making me laugh. I watched as the sea of maroon invaded the field, starting their warm-up.

           As I scanned the numbers, I noticed that I couldn’t seem to find my 9 anywhere. There was 11, 24, and even 15. No 9. “You see Liam anywhere?”

           Mason looked around. “No. You?” I shook my head. “I wonder where he’s at. Bathroom maybe?”

           “Eh… Liam’s not really one to get nervous about stuff, you know?”

           He snorted. “I wasn’t saying that it was because of nerves. Maybe he ate a bad burrito or something. Explosive diarrhea all over the stall.”

           “Gross!” I smacked his arm while he laughed. “I’d rather not think about that, if you don’t mind.” A shadow loomed over us. Glancing up, I saw that it was the cause of all our problems at the moment.

           I forced a smile onto my face. “Hey Brett. How’s it going?”

           Brett smirked. He was dressed in green. For some reason, he reminded me of the Slytherin house in the Harry Potter series. “I’m alright. About to cream you guys.”

           Mason snorted from beside me. “Yeah, alright. We’ll see about that.”

           Snickering, Brett placed his hand on the bleacher’s railing so he could lean down closer to me. “And how are you doing, little lady?”

           Casually, I scooted closer to Mason. “I’d say I’m doing fine. Real excited for the game.”

           He licked over his lips. “That color looks good on you.” His hand softly brushed the fabric covering my shoulder. “Compliments your eyes.”

           Uneasily, I laughed. Mason swooped in for the kill. “Yeah, her boyfriend thinks so too.” He draped his arm over my shoulder, causing Brett to remove his hand.

           “Boyfriend?” Brett raised an eyebrow. “I thought you swung for the other team, Mason?”

           “I was talking about Liam.” He glared. Then he craned his neck around, looking towards the gym doors. “And here he is now.”

           Breath catching in my throat, I peered around Brett’s tall form to see a maroon jersey jogging over to us. To my great disappointment, he went right past us, going over to Coach. “I guess I’ll have to take Dunbar’s good luck kiss, since he doesn’t seem to want it right now.” Even from here, I could see how Liam’s back went rigid. He could hear everything that we were saying.

           Mason laughed bitterly. “If you do that, you’ll get your ass kicked.”

           Brett chuckled. “Don’t take everything so seriously. I’m just playing around with a pretty girl.” Blushing from embarrassment, I lowered my head. This was so awkward. It was making me extremely uncomfortable.

           Clearing my throat, I stood up. “I, um, I have to go to the bathroom. Excuse me.” As I tried to leave, Brett grabbed my arm.

           “Don’t I get a hug?”  I blanched. “By the time you get back, I’ll probably already be on the field.”

           I felt like I was trapped. If I said no, I would look like a total bitch. If I said yes, I would be letting him invade my personal space when I was already beyond apprehensive. Either way it would screw me over.

           Mason was an angel. He stood too, and held out his arms. “How about I give you a hug and Y/N goes to the bathroom?” I didn’t wait to hear his response. I was already walking as fast as I could for the restroom, fighting the urge to run.


Brett had been right- by the time I got back, the game was well under way. Green and maroon clashed as I sat beside Mason. “Thanks for that.” I mumbled, nudging his shoulder with mine.

           “Anytime, Y/N.” He looked away from the field to look at me with serious dark eyes. “You looked terrified.”

           “I don’t know what my problem was. It just really weirded me out is all, I guess.”

           The sound of a whistle blowing had us both jumping. There was a crowd in the center of the field, yelling and acting like a bunch of fools. I saw Coach in the middle of the mix. Then, suddenly, Scott and Stiles were holding a furious Liam, tugging him away from the circle.

           “Dunbar! McCall! Stilinski!” Coach was roaring, waving his arms and clipboard around. The trio ignored him, stumbling back towards the school and through the doors, disappearing from sight. Mason and I exchanged a look.

           “You go check on Liam, and I’ll talk to Coach?” Mason proposed.

           “Sounds like a plan.” I agreed, and then we split.


This was starting to become stereotypical- well, I thought so anyway. Liam would get pissed during a lacrosse game, leaving Scott and Stiles to drag him off and calm him down. It was almost predictable. Then again, lacrosse was a very intense game, and Liam had I.E.D.. Being a werewolf didn’t help any of that at all. I tried to keep that in mind when I burst through the doors to see the three-man dog pile.

           “Scott, we’ve got to get him into the locker room!” Stiles yelped as Liam thrashed beneath them.

           “Don’t you think I know that?” Scott growled. “He’s putting up too much of a fight… Y/N, what the hell are you doing here?”

           “I saw what was going on and figured I could help.”

           Stiles groaned.  “No offense, but I don’t think you can handle this.” Suddenly he was flying, crashing to the floor several feet away. Scott grappled onto Liam’s shoulders, but he was shoved aside.

           It all happened very fast. Liam had me by my throat, eyes blazing, teeth mashing together. I have no idea what came over me. I was just mad: mad that he had broken up with me, mad that he wouldn’t talk to me, mad that Brett had flirted with me.

           So I slapped him across the face as hard as I could muster.

           That was all it took. Liam’s yellow eyes faded to a soft blue; his lips parted as he dropped his hand, staggering backward.

           “Yeah, that’s right. Back up because I feel like hitting you again, you son of a bitch.” Scott and Stiles watched from their positions on the floor with wide eyes. Liam gulped. “Do you have any idea- no, that’s a dumb thing to say. Of course you don’t know. So let me educate you on what the past week has been like for me.

           “My first love dumps me because he eavesdropped on a conversation I was having with my friends and blows it out of freaking proportion, accusing me of cheating on him. Then he proceeds to act like a five year old and not talk to me, telling all his friends what a dirty cheater I am. To top it all off, he listens to a guy hit on me and make me uncomfortable, acting like it isn’t affecting him, but then he tries to kill the guy on the field. And then, when I come to check on him, he has the nerve to put his hand around my throat? No. I will whoop your werewolf ass right here, right now. I don’t care. Fight me, bitch.” My finger prods his chest for emphasis.

           Liam gaped. He looked like a fish out of water. Stiles was laughing softly in the background with Scott whisper-yelling at him to please shut up because it’s not that funny.

           “What?” I threw my arms out. “Don’t have anything to say? Gossiped it all away to Stiles, did you?”

           “No,” He mumbled.

           “Then what is it?”

           Liam ran his fingers through his hair, cheeks flaming. “I’m sorry.”

           I scoffed. “You’re sorry? That’s all you have to say? Sorry?” I’ll admit, I was acting like a bitch, but I was so damn mad at him. I felt like I couldn’t control myself. Besides, a small part of me thought that I was reacting just fine, that he deserved it.

           “Yes, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you, that I got jealous, that I broke up with you. I’m so freaking sorry Y/N. I was sorry the second I suggested breaking up, even more so when I saw the look on your face. And I hated myself when I walked out those doors and left you alone. I hated myself so damn much.”

           Scott and Stiles slipped out the doors behind us. I barely noticed. I was too busy watching Liam sweat. “Then why did you do it?” I raised an eyebrow.

           He flushed. “I told you; I was jealous.”

           “Of what? All I said was that he was funny. I clarified that you didn’t like him- something you continue to neglect.”

           “Yeah, okay, I’m an idiot, alright? I know. But when you said that… I mean, Brett’s tall, and I’ve been told that he’s attractive, and you think he’s funny. Plus he’s popular back at Devenford Prep. Like, everybody wants him. So when I heard you talking about him… I thought that you might want him a little, too.”

           I was shaking my head before he had even finished his sentence. “No, Liam. I want you. I’ve always wanted you, and I always will.”

           Liam looked down at his feet in utter confusion. “That’s hard for me to believe though. It doesn’t make sense to me, someone like you somehow being with me. You’re so… perfect, and I’m so… me.” I couldn’t help it. I laughed. His head came up to stare at me with disbelieving eyes. “Why are you laughing?” He asked warily.

           “Because you’re my definition of perfect. You don’t see yourself as other people do, Liam. You see someone with a disorder who became a monster. I see a strong, brave guy who has his problems and takes them in stride. You deal with them, and you move on. I really admire you for that, you know.” I stepped closer to him resting my chin against his chest. “And for the record, I find you tall. Don’t forget that. And you’re incredibly handsome- sometimes I forget where I am or what I’m saying because I get lost in your eyes. Plus, you’re hilarious. Remember that time you made me laugh so hard I peed?”

           “You mean that time I sarcastically danced like a cowboy?”

           Giggling, I squealed, “Yes! I still have it saved on my phone.” Once I had calmed down, I rubbed his arm. “And as far as popularity goes, I’m glad that you’re kind-of sort-of on the down-low. It helps keep this werewolf thing under the radar. Plus, it’d be a damn Hunger Games trying to keep girls away from you- which it already kind of is.”

           “Not true.”

           “Very true, actually. You just don’t see it. For someone with enhanced abilities, you sure are oblivious to a lot of things.”

           “Okay, now you’re just blowing sunshine up my butt.” Liam beamed as he rolled his eyes. I shook my head, “No, I’m not. I’m telling the truth. You’re perfect to me; you’re my everything.”

           Liam blushed. “I love you Y/N.”

           I smirked. “Not as much as I love you.”

           He rolled his eyes. “I highly doubt that.” Then he furrowed his eyebrows. “Does this mean we’re back together?”

           “I don’t know; do you want us to be back together?”


           “Well, then, I guess we’re back together.”

           Liam leaned down to kiss me softly. When he pulled away, he sighed happily. “Okay, now it’s time for me to go and kick Brett’s ass for flirting with my girl.”

           I cocked my head to the side. “I thought you already did that?”

           “Oh, no. That was because he asked me if I knew if Mason was free after the game.”