#sassmaster from Doncaster

[sunshineandlyrics]

Sassy Louis at Main Square Festival, 4 July 2024.

[recoveringdirectioner]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SASSMASTER FROM DONCASTER ILY DIVA 💙

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

Hi Sea, how are you doing today? I was looking through the zouis tag and came across this: https://www.tumblr.com/seasurfacefullofclouds1/636770795039981568/today-was-my-first-time-watching-the-whole-chicken?source=share Would you mind elaborating? I'm sorry, but I only know fandom lore from the few times I can take time from real life to surf social media. Thanks in advance if you choose to answer! Have a nice day!

This was written in 2020 so my memory might not be 100%.

I think the allusion was to the Zayn - Louis - Harry dynamic leading up to 2014 and eventually to Zayn’s leaving.

The “Chicken in Chile” episode wasn’t just a media circus accusing Louis and Zayn of being bad role models and bad for the band. It was also a way for Harry to look better by comparison, a narrative he doubled down on in the Zane Lowe interview.

Even now, fans reiterate what Harry said about the hiatus— “he was doing the band a favor because they were exhausted.”

In other words, Harry Styles has always been “the good one,” the rule follower, the caring leader, but Louis and Zayn (the sassmaster from Doncaster and the bad boy from Bradford) were always “the bad ones.” Harry only did drugs for creativity, never for recreation.

Harry’s attempt to rewrite history is kinda weird compared to how they were actually behaving in 2014. Zayn and Louis were losing a ton of weight. Zayn hadn’t shown up to a perfume commercial shoot in fall 2014. Meanwhile, Louis and Zayn were still very close. They had gotten numerous tattoos that year, and went together to Bondi Ink in Australia to get a few, including Louis’ dagger. So the upshot of 2014 is that Zayn was already reading the writing on the wall about the future of the band/ Harry going solo, and Louis was pulled in two directions between his loyalty and friendship to Zayn, and he loyalty to the band.

Chicken in Chile turned out to be a good way to cast both Louis and Zayn in a bad light. Harry carried this strategy into his promotion for Fine Line.

[dreamings-free]

24/8/22

[levana-stark]

My brain is connecting some dots:

Louis Tomlinson & Lionel Messi...

...aka the two men I am in love with the most, are two tiny, talented guys with fluffy hair, who are usually sporting a bit of a kinda shaggy beard:

But once they shave, it's like they age backwards and become like 10 years younger, so you don't even recognize from which year the photo is. (could be from yesterday, a year ago or even eight years, who knows)

Examples:

Leo Messi 2015 vs 2023

Louis Tomlinson 2012 vs 2020

So yeah I think, that right here is my type in men and I'm not even mad about it.

Bonus:

Smol beans:

⚽🏃🏽

[miss-french]

Times in which Louis Tomlinson has threatened to end my entire existence with just his face

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Prescription Nation: Cured to Death by Commercials

byChrisWhite - 2025

It starts innocently enough. You’re curled up on the couch, bowl of popcorn in your lap, half-watching a rerun of something with canned laughter and faded denim, when the screen flashes white and the music changes: soaring violins, chubby girls dancing, a backdrop of golden-hour lighting, and suddenly there's a woman in yoga pants swinging blissfully in a hammock. “Ask your doctor about ZeTizzia,” the voice says, like a lullaby, promising a brighter tomorrow, and then comes the disclaimer in high-speed auctioneer English: “May cause nausea, insomnia, diarrhea, night terrors, gambling addiction, spontaneous outbursts of interpretive dance, or death.”

But it doesn’t matter. ZeTizzia looks nice. You want what she’s having.

Welcome to the great American drug ad, our nation’s second-favorite form of mass hypnosis, right behind political debates and just ahead of QVC. We are, it seems, the only civilized country that still thinks it’s a good idea to advertise prescription medication the way you might advertise a hot new sandwich at Arby’s. And why? Because it works. In fact, it works a little too well.

The Kaiser Family Foundation, those fine folks who politely track our collective descent into hypochondria, report that 82% of Americans have seen or heard a prescription drug ad, and nearly a third have asked their doctor about a drug because of it. One in ten got the prescription. That’s right. One out of every ten ad-inspired doctor visits results in someone walking out with a brand-name pharmaceutical clutched like the latest hard to find Louis Vuitton.

Now you might say, "Well that’s the beauty of capitalism. Give the people what they want." But here’s the rub: the people don’t always know what they need. These aren’t vacuum cleaners. These are chemical compounds with real, often irreversible consequences. And when a corporation controls the narrative, emphasizing benefits with the flair of a snake oil pitch and hiding the risks in a whispered afterthought, we’re not engaging in informed consent. We’re playing medical roulette in a game rigged by Madison Avenue.

These ads paint sickness in high definition, then frame the cure in airbrushed smiles and sunset-lit bike rides. A mild skin irritation becomes a “serious dermatological burden.” A bad mood? Clinical depression. Tired at work? Narcolepsy. There's always a name, always a pill, and always a co-pay just around the corner. The line between ordinary discomfort and diagnosable disease blurs with each thirty-second spot.

Of course, there’s a financial side to all this. These commercials aren’t made out of goodwill and fairy dust. They’re part of a marketing blitzkrieg designed to drive demand for brand-name medications, often at the expense of cheaper, equally effective generics. And while prescription drugs account for roughly 9% of the total health care spend in America, that share climbs steeply in programs like Medicare, where chronic conditions and fixed incomes meet like a car crash in slow motion.

What’s worse, the pharmaceutical giants aren’t just content with domestic domination. Through global pricing disparities, they charge Americans far more than our counterparts abroad. It’s the old story of the rich uncle who foot the bill for the whole family. That’s why, in 2025, the Trump administration dusted off its populist cowboy hat and rode in with the Most-Favored-Nation pricing policy. The idea was to cap U.S. drug prices to match those in other developed countries. In theory, a brilliant equalizer. In practice, a legislative mosh pit.

Proponents called it a long-overdue curb on Big Pharma’s runaway profit margins. Critics feared it would backfire, hiking prices overseas, choking innovation, and setting off international patent wars. Either way, it was a bold attempt to unravel the tangle of price-gouging and global freeloading that plagues our pharmaceutical ecosystem. Who really knows what the outcomes will be; decisions need to be made, and if there’s a real problem that rises, fix it when you know about it with a policy amendment. But for the love of God, do something. 

But even if we could fix the pricing, the advertising remains the bigger cultural problem. Because here’s the truth: the more we see these ads, the more we believe that normal life is intolerable. That every headache, every restless night, every bad mood is a crisis in need of chemical intervention. And that belief is dangerous.

It weakens our resolve to take personal responsibility. Why eat better when you can take a statin? Why walk more when there’s a pill for weight loss? Why learn to cope with sadness when you can medicate it into the background? These commercials sell more than drugs. They sell a worldview: that health is bought, not earned; prescribed, not practiced.

And if that’s starting to sound like tinfoil hat territory, let me offer you a different kind of foil, the aluminum wrap they give you when the side effects kink in. Remember now, we once had the gumption to ban cigarette ads, on account of them being addictive, manipulative, and liable to snatch your lungs right out from under you like a carnival grifter. And yet here we are, nodding along to drug commercials so sugared up with side effects they need a footnote longer than the Gettysburg Address. We’re a nation that declared a war on drugs, mind you, and now we’re hawking them in 4K between ads for double cheeseburgers and two-for-one cremations. If irony were currency, we’d be the richest asylum on the map.  

So what do we do? First, stop pretending we’re all pharmacists. Just because you saw a commercial during Wheel of Fortune doesn’t mean you know what’s best for your pancreas. Trust your doctor, the one with the degrees on the wall, not the one with a voiceover agent and hair highlights.

Second, demand better regulation. Not just of pricing, but of messaging. These ads should be held to the same standards as political campaigns: no misleading claims, no cherry-picked data, and for the love of Hippocrates, no more soft-focus shots of couples bathing outside at sunset.

Third, consider turning the television off altogether. Go for a walk. Read a book. Grow a tomato. Anything to remind yourself that not every human experience is a pathology, and not every answer comes in a childproof bottle. And maybe…outlaw the ads altogether like we did for cigarettes. 

Until then, the drug ads will keep rolling, like a hypnotist’s watch swinging slowly back and forth. You are sick, they whisper. You are broken. You need fixing. And lucky for you, fixing comes with a jingle and a ten-dollar co-pay.

But maybe you’re not sick. Maybe you’re just human. And maybe the cure you really need isn’t ZeTizzia; isn’t something you can ask your doctor about at all.

Source: Prescription Nation: Cured to Death by Commercials

[girlrry]

Why do u hate louis so much

how much time do you have?

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

i'm being so serious rn but this man has been doing the same dance his entire life and i will NOT chill

New dance move just dropped

[fivehole]

on Brian Dumoulin’s disallowed goal

[crossovereddie]

“You seeing this Cap?”

“Kinda hard not to eddie”

OHHHKAYYY MR SASSMASTER FROM DONCASTER JEEZ

[sunshineandlyrics]

👑 King of Sarcasm 👑

😆

[justascrollingghost]

If you listen carefully you can hear a certain sassmaster from Doncaster screaming into the void after seeing pap pics of his husband wearing a wedding ring that isn’t his own in public

[dr4cking]

dream of my life is to listen "u lil piece o' shit" from Louis 'the sassmaster of doncaster' Tomlinson's mouth....

Ik am not mentally stable

ooooo yay please thats such a dream! 😩😩🤚and in his british accent omg <33

im not mentally stable too and so is @mira-luvslou

[kindofsharethat]

I bet all the boys will form a human barricade around louis while chanting "sassmaster from doncaster" while louis sips on raspberry slush with a plastic crown on his head, sitting on a plush red velvet chair, ready to unleash the words of fury

“i heard what you said about any one of harry’s haircuts”

[dreamings-free]

akjshfkks

16/11/22

[wellthatwasaletdown]

I think they've ALL grown up and changed in interviews. For Niall it was a good thing, bc he was so goofy & nervous back then and talked less. But the others lost a bit of their goofy charm, maybe also bc it's harder in solo interviews. Louis was famous for being the sassmaster from Doncaster and while he's still nice & cute in interviews, he's far less sarcastic & funny than in 1D. They're all older now with good & bad experiences and more guarded. 1D will never be the same if they reunite.

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