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what if I completely ignore the problem

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anyway lt3 is coming

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i just wanted to be a regular fan i didn’t choose this

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"That's not whinging. That's unfortunately for him some constructive criticism"

It is whinging though. He's heard what you want. It's not what he wants. You can keep commenting over and over again about how you don't want what he's offering. But you can't control how he responds to it.

hi anon,

you know that I fully agree with you right in that we can't control how he responds to fan discourse? However, similarly, he can't control how fans respond to what he says. People are allowed to dislike some of his choices or statements, or to decide that what he is offering is not what they want. That is okay, too. You can both acknowledge a flaw, and not love them any less for it.

Fandom is incredibly diverse and it has so many extremes - but it also holds a lot of nuances. Sometimes I think that such nuance is lost on the people who've been put on a pedestal. And no, Louis didn't ask to be put on a pedestal. But it is what it is.

And I get that it's difficult, nor is he required to differentiate between people who quote-unquote whinge and those who express disappointment. However, in making a comment like this, he ends up reinforcing the very idea that there is only room for total adulation - or you are "whinging".

We don't control what he says or how he feels, but he is responsible for how he responds though. Just like how he has refused to sing No Control, and yet it has not stopped fans from singing it endlessly at his solo gigs. I've never heard fans (which says a lot about why it was out of place to say what he did) screaming for another of his solo songs like that.

I don't really care about this in the sense that he could choose to solely sing One Direction music instead of his own, if he decided it's what makes him happy. Then he should do that, obviously. It's up to us fans to decide if we want to partake in that in response.

However, judging by how he also said during his set that he looks forward to his next album, that's not what he wants either. I just feel like in this instance, the nuance we often feel fans owe to him - that he can want to be a solo artist and still be nostalgic about 1D - was something that he is not awarding to his own fans all that often, actually. And I don't even blame him for that perception either. But equally, I don't blame people for being upset and feeling offended by his telling off. Because that's what it was.

Telling solo fans that they have their priorities wrong when they're essentially asking for more/new solo songs in his set is objectively bizarre and it's deliberately misleading to frame their wishes as if it's because they don't accept his love for 1D. I don't know what caused him to be in his feelings about it in that moment, and yeah of course he should say what he want, but as much as it is his right to say it, he can still be wrong ;) and again - fans also have a right to feel how they feel about it. I doubt Louis cares, in all honesty.

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PSSST..... the shirt should have been shorter....

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Louis on stage at Ejekt Festival - 9/7

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hopeless romantic 

for anon 🥀

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Louis Tomlinson, SOCCER AID 2025 [15.6.2025] 📸 saturdays_lou

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like if you save.

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🥹🤏🏽

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there is a love in which i will always know you, just incase you forget.

love elizabeth s.

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don't empty me of love, I have nothing else to give even to myself.

-روح

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it’s like you punished me for loving you. i didn’t love you halfway. i loved you when you were cold, when you said nothing for days, when you shut every door but i waited outside anyway, shivering in the empty hallway of your absence.

i loved you when you hated yourself. when you looked through me like i wasn’t there, your eyes sharp, slicing the air like winter wind, and said things just sharp enough to wound. you wanted to see if i’d bleed. i did. but i still stayed. because that’s what love meant to me, hurting and hoping at the same time.

i loved you in the quiet, in the mess, in the cracked spaces you tried to hide beneath shadows thick as dust. i gave you everything soft in me, everything i had left, palms clammy, heart raw and trembling, even when it meant breaking myself to hold you together.

you pushed me just to see how far i’d bend. i bent like brittle branches under a storm, losing my shape in the cold twisting wind, until my love felt more like sacrifice than safety.

and still, i stayed. i stayed long after it stopped feeling like love. long after it started to feel like chasing shadows that slipped through my fingers, leaving cold, empty spaces where warmth should have been.

loving you started to hurt. you made it unsafe. and now i don’t even know what parts of me are mine anymore. pieces feel borrowed, broken, missing, like shattered glass under bare feet, sharp and bleeding. i question everything, my worth, my voice, my right to feel safe. sometimes i wonder if i was ever enough or just a mistake waiting to be erased.

you punished me for loving you. every kind word twisted like a knife hidden in a velvet glove. every touch held hostage to your shifting moods, cold and distant as winter’s bite. i became quiet, hushed, like a candle’s flame trembling in a cold draft, hoping if i was fragile enough, you might stop breaking me. but you never did.

you made love feel like a trap, a cage of shadows and echoes i willingly stepped into, only to find no door, no key. i was punished for wanting something you couldn’t give.

and maybe that’s the cruelest kind of pain, to be punished not for what you do, but for what you are, loving someone who refused to be loved. to give yourself away and be left with nothing.