what she means:
homestuck is ending tomorrow. Tomorrow. everything andrew hussie has worked towards for seven years is coming to a conclusion on 4/13. after tomorrow we're never getting another upd8, never going to see the characters we watched grow up again. there's never going to be another story like this one again. the fandom is slowly going to grow smaller and move on and stop caring about the incredible world that hussie built. and I know we all like to joke about finally being free from this hellpit, but frankly I'm not ready to say goodbye. I don't want to say goodbye to the characters I've loved for so long, to the comic that's shaped me into who I am today. I'm not even close to prepared for this but I don't have a choice. Because homestuck is ending tomorrow aND NOTHING IS O K A Y
iI just can't stop thinking about Harry taking that picture of Louis while watching him play quietly, it's just a really lovely thought you know?
Remember how Harry said that Louis is a great person to just like sit and kind of like just admire what he’s like? I feel like he does that a lot and Louis just lets him because it’s his Harry you know? This boy who is relaxing in the corner of the couch they used to sit in when they first came around to visit Louis’ family. Back in the days when their love was brand new, when each shared look made them blush and giggle and every careful kiss would feel like fire burning inside because of its intensity. This boy who couldn’t stop looking at Louis because he was just the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and he told Louis just that as often as he could, not caring for a second about who was listening, too consumed with his love for Louis. And Louis just let him fall madly in love with him because he was falling just as hard too. And now this beautiful boy who had turned into the most amazing man still stood by his side through all their good days and the bad ones too, because like Harry used to say ‘there is really no other way than loving you madly every day’. So here they were, Louis strumming his guitar softly by the window, allowing his thoughts and words to flow freely while humming quietly. Working on a song about the boy with the sparkling green eyes who was looking at him like he had hung the moon and the stars all at once. While Harry was enjoying the view through the camera lens, trying to figure out what song Louis was writing, knowing full well he would never be able to because like Louis always said ‘patience Harold. You know it will be worth the wait’. And he knew.. So for now he was just enjoying the moment, allowing himself to just look. And to love. Just like he was planning to do for as long as Louis would let him x
Concept: Radio personality!Iwaizumi and writer!Oikawa
Iwaizumi being a midnight radio personality and Oikawa’s favorite radio host who he always listens to when he suffers from writer’s blocks or needs spiritual fuel to burn the midnight oil.
Imagine their first “encounter” at the coffee shop that Oikawa frequents to write when he doesn’t feel like writing at home and Oikawa hears Iwaizumi’s voice (taking an order) and jumps up from his seat, spilling the coffee on his laptop. Iwaizumi’s confused to see this big tall man, looking helpless and agitated and keeping looking between his computer and Iwaizumi as if he doesn’t know whether he should save the device or call out to Iwaizumi first.