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— September 1995, Maison Rouge Studio, London

Chris Abbot and Noel spend a night reminiscing about noddy holder and slade - a b-side develops in twenty-four hours, anyone still standing is drafted in for backing vocals - put your boots on, skinhead.

— Oasis Definitely by Tim Abbot

This Sunday i met Steve the hair Harrington!!!!!

It was an amazing concert, Djo is truly talented and he is so pretty 😍

#djo #joe keery #stranger things

thisishistoreh

Noel has a particular unrestrained laugh he gets when with Liam, and it’s actually been doing my head in watching him fall back into old habits (of joy) so easily - all is right with his world again, nature is healing etc.

*Some of these don't look necessarily like Liam making Noel laugh but let me tell you. 2nd pic - Noel laughing at Liam's "2 sugars with me E" lyric change. The long black and white picture of them young - Noel's laughing bc Liam said something hilarious to Paul Weller. And the Noise and Confusion doc clip, they're both looking back at 1994 Noel and Liam and smiling in fondness. So there.

charmlessgrrl

just her dad [part six]

𐙚⋆.˚pairing: 2010!noel gallagher x anaïs bsf!reader

𐙚⋆.˚word count: 2.3k

𐙚⋆.˚cw: smut, slow burn (not so slow anymore), unprotected sex, soft dom!noel, oral fem!receiving, rough sex, explicit description, nipple play, mention of sex toys, MDNI

masterlist part five -> part six

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guilt was gnawing at you little by little, the memory of what happened that night at the bar couldn’t leave your head. sometimes it disgusted you, sometimes it stressed you - how could you let it happen? but most of the time it turned you on. you couldn’t take out of the way how noel had bent you over the sink and just took as he pleased.

you had used your vibrator a few times and swore to yourself you didn’t need it because of him. sure.

when anaïs said, between random conversations: “dad’s acting weird lately...” and moved on... you realised how fucked up the situation was.

you avoided anything where noel could show up, you deleted his contact from your phone, you changed the conversation when anaïs talked about anything related to him.

it’s like you were proving yourself that you could get over him and that night at the pub.

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you had completely cut him off, thinking he couldn’t reach you unless he spammed you with messages which you knew he wouldn’t. but one evening, when you were calmly watching a film - your hair washed from your earlier shower, your nightgown on, everything forgotten for two hours or so - someone knocked at your door.

you put on a sweater to cover yourself up a bit - your silk slip dress doing nothing of this job - and padded barefeet to the door. you looked through the peephole, because who knew what psycho could be at your door at eleven?

he was standing there, looking a bit dazed with his eyes glassy and disoriented, his jacket zipped all up and his salt n pepper hair messy as always.

fucking hell.

your two neurones left from seeing him again debated on opening the door or ignoring him. you opened the door and raised an eyebrow as he smiled. it was dangerous, the way he looked at you all smug, his eyes drifting down to your bare legs and the black silk that you sweater didn’t cover.

“you’ve been avoiding me, sweetheart,” he said, his voice deeper than ever.

“yes,” you deadpanned, crossing your arms under your chest.

he laughed lowly and spoke, “you gonna let me in?” his eyes zeroed on your chest, snapping back up when you spoke again.

“why would i do that?” you asked sharply, annoyance bubbling in you.

“because i wanna talk, luv.”

“talk?” you scoffed, looking away with an eye roll, “you’re fucking kidding me.”

“swear down. c’mon, lemme in. no harm done in talking, right?”

you both looked at each other, his eyebrows slightly raised and his expression daring you to refuse him.

he ended up pushing past you and walking inside with a low grumble.

“jesus christ,” you whispered under your breath and closed the door. “take your shoes off,” you ordered and he did as you said, “yes, ma’am.”

“shut up.”

he looked at you, smirking tugging at his lips, but softer around the edges.

“now, now, language, honey.”

you shot him a sharp glare, “do you wanna take the door?”

“sorry,” noel said and walked in the living room, flopping down in the couch miserably.

it surprised you, how he excused himself like that. his whole demeanour seemed to change after that. he looked less drunk and smirky, more vulnerable.

“so, talking, huh?” you asked carefully, pulling you nightgown down to cover your thighs, now painfully aware of how short it was.

“yeah... i mean, partly. i wanna ask you something,” he said, a bit more seriously now.

“what is it, then?” you turned off the telly, mentally noting to finish your film when he’d leave.

he paused, looking up at him with those blue eyes that melted you in your spot.

“promise not to hit me.”

“can’t do that,” you muttered, a huff escaping your lips.

“alright, then,” he cleared his throat. “you know how we... well, we fucked. at the pub.”

heat crawled up your neck - between your thighs too - at the memory, and you scoffed softly, “yeah, i know. what about it?”

“well... i can’t stop thinking about it.”

you stood there, tapping your heel against the floor with your lip caught between your teeth. you didn’t answer. you couldn’t admit you did too.

but what caught you off guard is when he whispered:

“i want more.”

“no no no no... no. noel, we can’t. you know that,” you shook your head frantically, looking everywhere except at him.

he stood up and slowly walked to you, tilting your chin up, “look at me.”

you did, your cheeks flushed pink with a mix of embarrassment and need.

“i ain’t gonna force you to do anything you don’t want to - especially sleeping with me a second time.”

you winced slightly at the “second”. it sounded really bad.

“and i’ll leave if you ask me too, just... consider it. i mean, we did it once, another one won’t make it less good or bad anyway,” he spoke lowly, his hand leaving your chin, moving to your neck and down your arm.

when it slipped off you completely, all his warmth disappeared from you.

“alright,” you said quietly. “let’s do this, then.”

“really?”

“really.”

he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, pulling back a second after to look into your eyes, searching for any sense of discomfort. he didn’t see any. so he started again.

this time he kissed you more passionately, his arms sliding around your hips to pull you closer as he slipped his tongue between your lips, deepening the kiss with a low groan.

it was slower than last time. it wasn’t driven by frustration, anger and pure lust.

he kissed you like he meant it, one hand going to fist gently in your hair to pull your head back and do it even deeper.

your hands wrapped around his neck and tugged at his hair, just enough to make him growl against your mouth.

“so, you’re getting us to your bedroom or are we doing this against the wall?” he said with a teasing smirk when he pulled back.

“m’not sure you could hold me the whole time, so, bedroom,” you fired back with the same grin, and leaned closer, giving his lip a small bite, “don’t want you to crack your back or something.”

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you led him to your bedroom, a small smile tugging at your lips when he stopped you to kiss your neck or your lips.

once in the bedroom, he slipped your jumper off carefully, revealing your slip dress.

“fuck, love...” he rasped against your ear and gave your lobe a small nibble. his hands went to cup your tits, squeezing and then rolling your nipples through the fabric until he felt them harden.

he sat down on the end of the bed and pulled you down to straddle him. “there you go...”

you felt incredibly vulnerable like this, small on his lap and considerably more bare than he was.

noel felt it and kissed your cheek, your jaw and down your neck to make you relax as he rubbed your hips up and down reassuringly.

“my girl,” he mumbled against your chest, before sliding the straps of your pajamas down to reveal your breasts.

you both sucked air in sharply, you because of the colder air hitting your sensitive nipples and him because the sight only made him twitch in his pants.

“perfect,” he praised and sucked one of your nipples. your negleted clit was pulsing with need, and you could feel wetness pool in your underwear.

noel slid your nightgown off completely, laid you down, spreading your legs for him to settle between them.

he looked at you while his rough thumb went to rub your cunt just slightly, feeling how slick you went just for him.

“well, look at that... drive me mad, love,” he leaned down to kiss you deeply, fucking his tongue in your mouth as he hooked his fingers in your underwear.

he pulled back - watching a trail of your slick joined your underwear and your messy cunt - and chuckled lowly at the view even though it aroused him so fucking bad.

he tossed the fabric randomly in the room and took his shirt off. he leaned down, hot breath fanning over your pussy lips. he slid a finger through your folds to watch the mess being spread everywhere, a wet sound filling the room. you couldn’t help but whimper lowly as he teased you.

“c’mon... stop being such a fucking tease,” you whispered, lifting your hips up.

he laughed softly and did as you said, he licked a long stripe from your hole to your clit, tasting your juices with a muffled groan.

you gasped, your hips bucking up and your fingers gripping his hair suddenly.

“easy... easy, babe,” he looked up at you with this shit eating grin, “look at me.”

you groaned and propped yourself on your elbows to get a better look.

“good girl,” he said, holding your thighs open as he started again. no pattern, no rhythm, just licking and sucking, eating your cunt like a man starved. you saw him roll his hips against the mattress, probably thick and hard as rock by now.

your grip in his hair made him match your moans, making soft, groaning noises against your cunt.

he sucked your clit into him warm mouth, hands pressing against your thighs to keep you still as you squirmed.

“n-noel,” you whined, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure and a thin layer of sweat beggining to form on your skin.

“yes, darling, i know,” he said between licks, barely audibly.

loud, wet sounds filled the room, joining your every moan and gasp. he fucked his tongue inside you, and you babbled out that you were close.

he was really good.

“noel! fuck, please... y-yes! m’gonna cum,“ you screwed your eyes shut, your jaw slack as you came in silence, your hips lifting up into his mouth.

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“that was... so hot,” he said, wiping his chin when he was done. “you think you can take a bit more, baby?”

you sighed deeply, trying to catch your breath a bit, “yeah. yes, please.”

“what’s with the sudden politeness?” he rasped playfully against your lips and kissed you, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

a wave of arousal and excitement went through you as you felt him start taking his belt off. your hands went down to help him and he groaned.

“jesus. don’t have to do anything when you’re around, huh?”

you ended up straddling him, taking his pants off impatiently. he was biting his lip, the view of you, all naked and sitting on him making him ruin his boxers. which you slid off too.

you haven’t got a great view off noel last time, since he had been behind you. but there - laying in your bed, his arms behind his head smugly, and most importantly his cock. jesus christ. it was thick, flushed, veiny and twitching against his stomach. you were clenching around nothing just at the thought of having him inside again.

“like the view, babe?”

“shut the fuck up,” you rolled your eyes but chuckled. you were quick to actually shut him up, by spitting in your hand a wrapping it around him. he swore under his breath, a low groan escaping him. you started stroking him, fucking him in your fist with a slick noise.

when he was actually moaning and you were practically leaking down your thighs, you straddled him, ready to take him. he gripped your hips and sat up against the headboard.

“go on, then,” he said, gentle but with an underlying mocking tone. you of course, carried out the orders.

you’d actually forgot how big he actually was. maybe the fact that you were now taking your time made the stretch burn harder.

you both gased when he was fully seated inside you, “fuck... tight little cunt. you’re barely taking it, honey,” he mocked.

you rolled your eyes and started moving. rolling your hips to start, progressively faster. until you were bouncing on him, in a pace that made you both see stars.

noel was helping you, moving you up and down the length of his dick as he gave thrusts up just to catch you off guard and make you clench around him.

“you take it so good. look so pretty on my cock.”

you tilted your head back with a whine, “fuck, noel,” when he found that perfect spot inside you that made your body lock up.

he started bullying that spot, pounding it until you screamed. “noel - too much, please!”

“but you’re taking it so well. you’re a big girl, yeah? you can take it.”

you whined and digged your nails in his shoulders he went to suck one breast into his mouth, his thumb going down to knead circles against your clit.

“mh-mmh, noel...! oh my god...”

he focused most on your clit and g-spot now, desperate to make you cum. you could feel every thick vein of him inside you, the head of his cock dragging through the spot that turned you dumb for him.

“you’re gonna cum ’round my cock, babe?” he asked and you nodded helplessly, “yeah, knew it. do it, then.”

you gasped as you felt your orgasm get even closer, a warm pit forming in your stomach. when you finally let yourself go, he couldn’t hold himself back - he released too, a warm cum shooting inside you as you came together.

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rain was tapping against the windows when you woke up, eyes fluttering open slowly. you became more aware of your surroundings, the sheets against your bare skin.

memories from last night started to come back when soreness pooled between your legs when you shifted. you looked to your side. noel wasn’t here.

you covered yourself up, putting underwear and a shirt. you thought maybe he was in the kitchen - he wasn’t. neither in the bathroom. his clothes and shoes were gone. he didn’t leave any note.

noel had left.

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disasteracesstuff

Saw this on TikTok

djo

‘86, baby! ‘89, baby!

STRANGER THINGS 4.01: The Hellfire Club | 5.08: The Rightside Up

rae0fsunsh1ne

the way i absolutely SOBBED during Dustin’s speech

embeebee

“When people turn to fictional characters, it’s often because they want an escape. The stories of these people shelter us from the storm of our daily lives; they save us, if only for a little while. But when we really give in, become invested, let ourselves be vulnerable, something changes. We begin to feel that we know them. It’s no longer an escape, but part of us, something that makes us who we are.

These characters teach us that incredible adversity can be overcome. That people can love each other forever, That life can be an adventure. That magic can be real. And even if these miracles have never happened to us, we begin to go through life believing that, someday, they could.

If anybody ever tells me that storytelling isn’t important, I’ll show them this post”

Via themetapicture.com

YES. THIS. It doesn’t matter where the story lives - on a screen, in a book, in a video game - they all end up in our hearts. They end up becoming a part of our lives. No, more than that - they become part of our DNA. They become part of the air we breathe. They flow through our veins and inspire our dreams. And not because we give our entire lives over to them. It’s not about hiding. It’s about illuminating our lives, for the better, through the characters we love.

Stories make our lives just a little bit more livable.