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“I’m bored” is a useless thing to say. I mean, you live in a great, big, vast world that you’ve seen none percent of. Even the inside of your own mind is endless, it goes on forever, inwardly, do you understand? The fact that you’re alive is amazing, so you don’t get to say “I’m bored.”

- Louis C.K.

Does everyone remember that one Germany interview where Larry slipped up that they still lived together followed by Harry’s wink, and Louis said the iconic “trying to walk” and “Earl bird gets the wood on,” Because I cannot forget that shit.

 You’re cold and I burn by styles_allure Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn (77k)

Louis’ love for pretty colors and aesthetics, paired with his immense passion for painting beautiful flowers has stars in his eyes and thoughts of a successful career.

Unfortunately, budding artists will struggle at first, so, cue the unwanted roommate. it only gets worse when the new addition is a sarcastic, flirty, and style-ignorant annoyance. all complete with a dingy leather jacket and a vast array of tattoos.

 ⚜ The way you slam your body into mine reminds me i’m alive by zouisclimax for soontobebritish Popstar Harry/Student Louis (54k)

“Waste. A fucking waste.”

“Um..sorry are you talking to yourself?”

Louis purses his lips. “Yes you know what. Yes-” Louis turns to yell at the fucker that judged him for talking to himself, but the words die in his throat, because wow. Holy. Goddamn, wow. Jesus on a freaking cracker. Is this God? Is Louis seeing God? Louis’ not very religious but suddenly he feels like he needs to get on his knees and worship, not suck a dick for once. Okay, he is lying. He wants to suck this dick.

[Or the fic where louis is in uni and hates spinach, and harry is a closeted popstar who doesn’t understand why the green leaves are so evil]

We’re Like Bumper Cars by sincehewaseighteen  Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Cross Country (31k)

“I have won, I won the final cross country. I win, Harry–”

 “Whoever gets to fucking nationals wins it, pretty boy,” Harry teases. “You haven’t won. Interhouse is nothing compared to nationals, or interstate. You haven’t even won interschool. You can dream all you fucking want that you’ve won.”

 Louis becomes so ignorant he decides to no longer eye the boy taunting him. “Trophies prove it all, Styles.”

 “Where’s your trophy for biggest asshole?”

 “Where’s yours for winning cross country?”

 Harry growls before hooking his fingers in Louis’ belt loops and bringing them together for a flat kiss.

Or the AU where Louis and Harry are rivals of the century and Cross Country competitors before things get complicated and they play pretend.

 Anything you ask and more by orphan_account (19k)

Louis knows that he’s in love the second Harry begins speaking about the bolsheviks.

(or, Louis is a history teacher & Harry is the fit curator that he desperately wants to mongol invade him, however many times Niall tells him he’s a psychopath.)

But Please, Don’t Bite by shyserious A/B/O, Angst with happy Ending (122k)

“Melodic little jingle sounded from a bell hanging over the doorframe and warm indoor air curled heavily around his shivering body for the first time in months. Harry suddenly felt a sting in the corners of his eyes and had to force down a broken sob. Fuck, he was a mess. Such a mess. He had to focus.”

Part 1 of But Please, Don’t Bite

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In the loop in Saint Louis there’s a restaurant called Blueberry Hill. It’s a landmark in the city, because usually every artist/comedian will come and perform in their duck room. The owner has a tradition of taking pictures with everyone who performs at his place.

When Childish Gambino came to perform in 2011, the owner snapped this pic with him, crediting him as Danny Glover. Part of me thinks Donald purposefully told him to do that. The curse continues…


Auditorium Building Stained Glass by Jeff Reuben
Via Flickr:
The Auditorium Building, now Roosevelt University, was the largest structure of its kind in America at the time of its completion in 1890. Designed by Dankmar Adler (1844-1900) and Louis H. Sullivan (1856-1924), the 4,237-seat theater, hotel, and office building earned a national reputation for their firm. Source: Historic American Building Survey (HABS), Addendum to report No. ILL-1007 With direction from Sullivan, the windows were executed in 1889 by the renowned stained-glass firm of George Healy and Louis Millet, which won acclaim in Europe for its designs. It is also rumored that Sullivan’s protege Frank Lloyd Wright had a hand in the designs. Wright, who called Sullivan “master,” was his right-hand man before setting out on his own and had a particular interest in stained glass that continued throughout his career. Source: Chicago Tribune, “Artful Glass”, 27 November 2000

“Louis,” Harry sighs, shaking his head. “No.”

He’s trying to look stubborn, frowning so hard that he resembles a frog, but Louis can see his lips twitch, the beginnings of a smile tugging at the corners. He’s obviously charmed, even though he knows he shouldn’t be, and Louis, well. Louis is very good at charming him.

“Harry,” Louis mimics his sigh, pouting at him. “Why not?”

Harry’s lips break into a full blown grin momentarily, before he’s running his hand down his face, trying to school his expression into something more serious. He’s an open book, Harry is–with every thought etched into the lines of his face, the dimples on his cheeks.

“I don’t want to,” Harry says, and it sounds weak.

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hagane-no-heart  asked:

Are there any INFP/ESTP couples in fiction?

I can do a type contrast, even though both are unhealthy. Interview with the Vampire. Louis is a (looping) INFP and Lestat is an ESTP. (I’m not sure if Lestat differs in the books… it’s been a long time since I read them.)

Lestat is obviously extroverted, flamboyant, and has expensive taste. He is angry when Louis burns the house down, because all his fine things are now gone – and where will they live, under some bridge like peasants? He’s charismatic and doesn’t like to be alone. Fe makes him extremely likable, but also inclined to want others to agree with him. He knows how to read Louis and interpret his emotions, but is sometimes careless in how he deals with them. Lestat secretly wants to be liked, so he makes other vampires, in order to have others “like him” – or to be part of a group dynamic, which is an element of Fe.

He is a far cry from the brooding, moody Louis, who is a Fi-dom. He is so kind, so gentle, and so moral that he refuses to dine on humans and lives mostly on rats instead. Louis resists all of Lestat’s attempts to corrupt him, and instead has an idealistic, romantic, and novel perspective on life. He is far more interested in Armand’s deep philosophical musings (about human life, about God or His non-existence, etc) than in Lestat’s lavish lifestyle. Louis longs for intimate emotional connections, forged in silence. He is uncomfortable being “part of the group” and instead stands apart in defiance.

Both of them anger in different ways – Lestat through visible temper tantrums and saying cruel things, and Louis with the cold shoulder, silent treatment, or direct action – such as when he mercilessly wipes out the vampires for murdering someone he cared about. Though Louis changes with the times, he is more interested in the journey itself, and holds onto his old memories, his impression of what happened, and his sentimentality for the past, even after a hundred years.

Obviously, real people are going to differ from ancient vampires, but these two types have nothing in common, will prioritize different things in life, and are pulled in much different directions in terms of what they truly want. Can it work in a relationship? Sure, but it will require some work since there’s no functions in common easing the way.