Larry O. & I on the steps of the Ritz NYC waiting to see the Stranglers, October 21st 1980. Drinking some Rum & Coke straight out of the bottle. source: stevepoptones

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Larry O. & I on the steps of the Ritz NYC waiting to see the Stranglers, October 21st 1980. Drinking some Rum & Coke straight out of the bottle. source: stevepoptones
Real Live, 1996
Our Shoulders, Necks (Used To Fit So Well Together) by deadspy (wordcount: 22,847)
It was like a bucket of ice water being thrown on me without warning, then being warmed up by a lover’s hands, like seeing the sunset for the first time, like breathing, like wanting, he thinks. “It was like he’d never been gone,” he says instead. [Louis and Harry fall in love and fall apart, Harry goes to London for the first time in five years, Louis owns a record label and thinks way too much, and Zayn gives excellent cuddles (and advice).]
Our Endless Numbered Days by pendules (wordcount: 11,580)
Eleven years from now, Harry and Louis have a fight that dredges up old hurts.
Our Blood is Boiling by twinks (wordcount: 6,529)
“I can’t believe you’re making me this angry when it’s almost midnight and I’m not even drunk. You know what? I could take you down right here, right now—” “You’re red.” Harry interrupts, his lips curving up into a smug grin. “Am I making you red?” Louis purses his lips and absentmindedly brings a hand up to feel his cheek. It’s definitely warm. God, how can he even come back from this? [Louis meets indie singer Harry Styles, otherwise known as the bane of his existence, at a pub.]
Orange You Glad by cinnabelly (wordcount: 7,289)
“Let me guess?” Louis starts, unable to bite his tongue. “It’ll be in exchange for some uppity talk about the devastation of orange crops, am I right?” Louis really wishes he could kick himself in the balls, but curly takes it in stride. “Noooo,” he says slowly, and then he fucking grins for reasons beyond Louis, and he has fucking dimples Louis should just give up and walk himself off the nearest cliff. “That wasn’t my orange-inal intention.” Did he just. No. Louis blinks. “Did you just make a pun?” Pink lips laughs, said lips tugging upward into just about the cutest monstrosity of a laugh Louis has ever heard. Disgusting. “‘M Harry.” Louis raises an eyebrow, masking the way his fingertips tingle as they brush Harry’s hand, retrieving the styrofoam cups. “I’m late.” or the one where oranges are going “extinct”, Louis has an 8 am class, and does the orange activist with the curls know that the small angry coffee drinker is in love with him? ft. many puns, almost food wars and Liam the know-it-all who knows nothing.
[10:52:47 PM] Tricks: also tbh I had the hardest time picking between wario and waluigi [10:53:01 PM] Tricks: cause in the retcon where they did more than tightrope walk, his dad was fat but usually he's a toothpick [10:53:19 PM] Captain Zombie: oh so he's called waluigi I was going to call him larry-o I'm glad I didn't. [10:53:26 PM] Captain Zombie: omfg [10:53:34 PM] Tricks: LARRY O [10:53:46 PM] Captain Zombie: SHUT UP I DON'T KNOW [10:54:11 PM] Captain Zombie: I KNEW WARIO AND THAT HE WAS THE OPPOSITE OF LUIGI SO SURE LARRYO [10:54:17 PM] Tricks: I LIKE IT [10:54:21 PM] Captain Zombie: GOOD