zayns so gone

anonymous asked:

girl if youre up for it talk to me about zayn & how he'll prob never be able to shed the ~brooding bad boy thing BUT his public image is the complete opposite of him & how its tragic that the general public will never realize that hes the goofiest sweetest lil kid to ever walk the earth & hes filled to bursting with love for what he does & who he does it with & you can see it so clearly in his crinkly-eyed tongue-against-teeth smile idk this was supposed to sound a lot more eloquent than it did

idk if i can properly answer this bc it makes me /so emotional/ to think about. i saw a tp going around the other day about how tumblr misled this person into thinking zayn was anything other than the complete utter DARLING he truly is on stage and in person and it just makes me SO SAD to think how impossible it is for him to shed this bullshit public image he has that’s so prevalent that even other fans persist in thinking it’s true let alone the media and public at large. and the worst thing is that it’s based off absolutely /nothing/, it’s what the world chooses to see him as, what their management decided to bill him as from the beginning, and it’s so apparent how racist undertones here are at play - that of course by nature of his ~exotic background, by his looks alone, he’s what closest connotates “mysterious bad boy” when NOTHING COULD BE FURTHER FROM THE TRUTH

THIS IS JUST THE SWEETEST

GOOFIEST

GIGGLIEST

MOST AFFECTIONATE TOUCHY FEELY BOY

WHOSE FAMILY MEANS THE WORLD TO HIM

WHO STILL HAS TROUBLE SPEAKING UP IN PUBLIC

WHO’S SCARED OF PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING

WHO HAS A SOFT SPOT FOR ANIMALS

WHO HONESTLY COULDN’T HURT A FLY

WHO EVERYONE KNOWS IS JUST THE BIGGEST SOFTY

HE IS JUST SUCH A CHARITABLE LIL BABE

WHO HAS THE ABSOLUTE BEST ATTITUDE

WHO NEEDS HIS BOOKS, WHO WORKS ON HIS VOCABULARY, WHO IS ALWAYS LOOKING TO BE CREATIVE AND INSPIRED

WHO 100% KNOWS AND DISAGREES WITH HOW HE’S PERCEIVED IN THE MEDIA

WHO IS JUST A LITTLE BIT SHY AND AWKWARD ;____________;

NOW AND FOREVER CAN WE PLS 

59; that time of month...

Harry: he notices everything about you on a daily basis anyways, and that time of the month is no different. he can tell when you’re upset, knows when to give you space, when to make you laugh, and when all you really need is for him to cuddle you up in his arms until everything is right in the world again. so this time, when you’re on the brink of tears and everything hurts and you really just want to scream, he scoops you up (literally) and carries you into the bedroom, setting you on the bed and popping your favourite movie in. as it starts, he’ll slide onto the bed beside you, fitting himself against you, draping one arm around you and reaching for your hand, twining your fingers together and putting his lips at your ear, kissing that spot over and over until you either turn your head and kiss him back or snuggle a little closer to him and fall asleep.

Liam: it hurts so bad and he can tell. you’ve silenced yourself because every time he’s asked you how you felt in the past couple of days, you’ve responded with a tight “I feel like shit, Li! absolute shit!” so you’re keeping quiet and walking slowly around the house like every step kills, which it does. you’ve taken advil and tylenol and midol, tried the hot water bottle, a hot shower, eating a banana, drinking green tea, but nothing works. not even Liam letting you wear his Adidas hoodie. (okay - that last one helped a bit because he got that gleam in his eye he gets when you wear his clothes) but Liam gets tired of seeing you in pain; he hates seeing you in pain. so he pushes you down onto the bed the first chance he gets and straddles your hips. you start to protest, but he shakes his head and kneads his fingers into your skin, soothing away the pain with his touch.

Louis: when it’s that time of month, you’re sour for almost the entire week. nothing can cheer you up and nothing, not even sleeping in or watching a really good movie, can make you happy. of course, Louis being the strong-minded lad that he is, makes it his mission for the week to make you as happy as possible. he goes out of his way to tickle you every chance he gets. he scours the internet for silly cat videos and funny pictures of dogs that he thinks will make you laugh. if he’s gone for the day, he’ll spend it texting you, telling you stupid jokes and puns until you send back an authentic “LOL”. and of course, the week is full of dirty jokes, him asking if you sat in honey because, “damn, love, your ass is sweet.” that one gets a giggle out of you, and before long, you’re crying with laughter, Louis laughing along with you and wiping your happy tears.

Niall: Niall knows you like the back of his hand, maybe even better. he knows what makes you cry, what makes you laugh, how you take your coffee, what position you sleep in. and during your period, he knows exactly what you need: chocolate. so even if it’s two in the morning or two in the afternoon, Niall has no problem driving to the grocery store, holding your hand through the aisles and buying whatever chocolate you desire. tonight, it’s chocolate ice cream, so of course he makes sure you get the really good kind with the chocolate chunks and brownie bits and chocolate fudge in it, and he buys extra hot fudge just in case, because, “y'never know, princess,” his voice drops and you giggle. “maybe I’ll wanna lick it off ya once we can, y'know…” you smack his arm playfully, but in the back of your head, you’re thinking exactly the same thing.

Zayn: one of the main things you and Zayn have in common is that you both love to sleep, and you both get super cranky when you miss out on sleep. and your cramps love to keep you awake at night, refusing to let you get comfortable, making you toss and turn until the sun creeps back up into the sky. and you’re sharing a bed with Zayn, and your tossing and turning is keeping him up, too, though he’d never admit it. and in the morning, when you’re both nursing cups of coffee with sleepy, red eyes, he’ll make you set your coffee cup down, hand you two advil, and drag you over to the couch, flopping down onto it and then pulling you on top of it. “no cramps?” he asks, and you nod. “no cramps, Z.” “good,” he’ll whisper, wrapping his arms around you and setting his chin against the crown of your head. “sleep now,” he’ll mumble sleepily. “sleep is good.”

to some people zayn was more then just a part of the band okay. he saved them he told the they were special and made them feel beautiful. he fixed them made them strong just by being in the band. don’t fucking tell me that it isn’t killing them in the inside and outside. that was probably their only happiness and they lost it.

tbt to a simpler time

Lets talk about how Zayn is saying “fuck with me or fuck off” and letting everyone come to him and fight for him BUT he chooses to reach out to Liam. Like instead of saying “if he calls, he calls whatever I don’t give a fuck”, Zayn wants Liam in his life and is gonna make an exception for him I’m choking Zayn is so gone for Liam…

anonymous asked:

JAMES CORDEN JUST TWEETED THE PROJECT NO CONTROL HASHTAG

WOAHHHHHHHHHHHH

Okay I love that everyone is getting on board with this. But I don’t actually think they can release it as a single now that zayns gone.. So every time a famous person or someone connected to the boys tweets about this and shows their support, they’re literally putting shit on 1DHQ… Eeeeek hahaha