#MADCHESTER

[strangeralive]

Liam photos for the cover of wonderwall

(they didn't make the cover because noel didn't allow it)

[leaawrites]

can u write about noel going all out for your one year anniversary, can u write it all romantic and fluffy.. im yearning for lover boy gallagher

Lover Boy Gallagher

Noel Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: in which, Noel goes all out for their one year anniversary.

Warnings: a bit angst (sorry, can't help myself), swearing, established relationship, fluff, I hope this is how you imagined it!

Wordcount: 1.8k

Masterlist

The house was empty, like most days this time around. With the recording of their new album, all Oasis members were constantly in the studio and rarely anywhere else. Especially not home with their girlfriends or family.

At the beginning of their relationship, Y/n assured Noel that she was fine with being home alone and that her time without him wouldn’t change the love she felt for him. She promised him that exactly a year ago and still held it to this day. Falling for him a bit more with every longing touch they shared when he finally arrived back in their bed late at night. The nights falling short for them both, when they remembered that Noel had to be in the studio the next day and Y/n had a job of her own.

Even with the house being empty, she still tiptoed down the stairs towards the kitchen. For her, there were no expectations as to what Noel might’ve done for their anniversary, though she didn’t expect a lot. Maybe some flowers, a card at best. He was never the best at giving gifts, he knew what he wanted, but knowing what those around him wanted was most often not his strong suit, unless it was something were specific he’d see one day and just buy while waiting for the next opportunity to gift it to someone. If it wasn’t accidental or impulsive, it wouldn’t be much. The biggest present he gave her once for her birthday were a pair of shoes she’d wanted for quite some time already. He’d seen them in a store one day and bought them. Other times, it were just chocolates she’d receive from him.

Still, when she peaked into the living room and onto their dinner table, there was no trace that he even lived there, beside the usual empty coffee mugs or the shoes and coats at the front door. He hadn’t forgotten, had he? He surely hadn’t, Y/n tried to convince herself as she took the empty empty coffee mugs and put them in the sink to clean later. Settling on the sofa and turning the TV on, she thought back to what was hidden in her part of the closet, behind what seemed to be an endless row of dresses. One of them bought just for tonight. Maybe he’d take her out for dinner. A simple reservation could be made quickly with his connections, she thought.

She had noticed his absence, which seemed to be more apparent now than with the album before. Having been friends before, she knew how long he’d usually spent in the studio and how much time he used to spent with his other girlfriends. He was attentive at the beginning of their relationship, what would happen to them after already breaking apart in a year? How much further could they fall? She didn’t want to think about it, but in the quiet of their shared house, there was no around it at some point of the day. Were they truly meant to be like she always believed them to be? Was he truly the man worth fighting for even when her friends told her about all the amazing things their boyfriends - or even husbands - did for them, sacrificing their own time for them? Noel never gave a reason to doubt it, until she spent more time with the TV than him.

The world outside wore a dark grey over the usual green and blue blur of earth and sky. It looked like it might rain in an hour or so. Shutting off the TV, she made her way upstairs again. With a thicker sweater over her body to stay warm and her laptop in her lap, she started getting comfortable on the little patio they had, overlooking their garden and those beyond. She needed to clear her head even when she would freeze while doing so. Working from home was a privilege only the fewest had, but working as a journalist made it all a bit more available for her. The papers she took home from work laid next to her, held safely by an ashtray. Starting to type she started getting lost in the words and stories. Stories that weren’t her own completely, which made it easier to escape reality.

Only coming back once she heard his voice from behind, her fingers stopped typing and felt cold for the first time in two hours. The blood stopped pumping through them like it’d done before, circulating slower and making her hands shake.

“Are you fucking mental?” he asked her, taking the laptop from her lap and pulling her inside. “Are you trying to kill yourself outside in the cold?”

“It’s not even that bad,” she tried to tell him, though her argument was worthless the moment he took her freezing hands in his own, warming them up like he’d always do. Shaking his head he continued cursing her under his breath for behaving like that. ‘How can you do stuff this stupid?’ she could hear him muttering. ‘Scaring me like this.’

“I’m fine,” she tried to convince him once more, smiling in assurance and holding his face with her cold hands, making him shiver at the cold touch. Laughing at his reaction she fell into him, leaning closer and ultimately hugging him. Snuggling her face into his chest and sighing in contempt. “I missed you though.”

“I missed you too, love,” Noel said back, holding her close like he was afraid she’d slip away, into the cold again, leaving the warmth all to himself. What was warmth worth if you were lonely?

Angling her head up, she could see his () eyes already watching her, his eyebrows racing in question as he saw the uncertain look on her face. He’d always know whenever there was something on her mind and he never held her back from speaking her mind. Taking in a deep breath, she let out in a small voice, “You’re gone now more often than before.”

“I know, love.” His hand started rubbing up and down her lower back, heating her up. “But it will stop now, I promise.”

“But, you’re not done with the album yet, are you?”

“No, not yet.”

“Then why won’t you be gone for longer now?”

What was he doing instead? Y/n could feel her insides twist and turn. Churning in fear and exploding with anxiety building up inside of her. Her heart as racing, the beat quickening. If this was a song it would be played in the club, she was sure of it. The blood pumping through her quicker now but she felt colder than before.

What was he doing instead? The words repeated in her head, doubling every second into more question. But this one stayed in the front all the time. Hypothesis after hypothesis appearing in front of her inner eye, playing like a movie she wanted to turn off but couldn’t look away from. It was just too disturbing.

And Noel seemed to notice none of her feelings beside confusion.

“Needed to finish your gift.” Seeing her eyes widen like the movie finally ended, he only laughed at her reaction. “Don’t say you forgot what day it is.”

‘I thought you did,’ she wanted to say. “How could I forget the first time you talked to me with your back turned out of nervousness?” she said instead, bringing a blush to creep up his neck. Noel’s face hiding in the crook of her neck as he laughed in embarrassment just thinking about the situation that took place outside of a pub they were all at.

The two of them had been flirting for some time already, though neither wanted to put a label on what they were doing. With the surprising success of ‘Definitely, Maybe’ Y/n was thankful for even the smallest second she got to spent with two of her favourite people. As one could’ve seen coming from the beginning though, having less than something hurt more than having nothing, at least then she would’ve known where she was at. They both would’ve. Having to watch Y/n dance with some random guy over him and having Liam slur in his ear as to ‘how fucking childish’ he was behaving was the last straw for Noel and the reason why he found himself outside with Y/n by his side in the cold London streets. And then it all just happened. The words flew from his mouth like they’ve never done before, not even when writing songs, and after a long pause from the woman’s side, their lips finally touched in a way they’ve never done before. True passion and love being exchanged between them.

To her, he spoke poetry without thinking much about it.

A talent she hadn’t seen before. One she could never learn. So, listening to him making it feel so easy was an addiction she would never feel guilty of.

“You wanna open your present?” His words were muffled against the skin of her neck, where he laid little kisses for her. His lips travelling further up, over her jaw and cheek until they reached her lips.

“Yes.”

“Wait here,” he instructed her, losing his body from hers and walking back into the kitchen where he left it to go look for her the moment he came back. It wasn’t wrapped nicely, but Liam wanted to help so he let him.

When he came back, Y/n was sat on the sofa, hands clasped together like a child on Christmas. Excitement rushing through her veins. The present was a thin, poorly wrapped, square that was light in her hands. Scrunching her eyebrows together without a clue of what was in her hands, Noel urged her to open it, leaning on the cushion behind the headrest and watching her every move as she neatly loosened the tape from the wrapping material. Grasping the gift, she pulled it out, revealing a vinyl she’d never seen before. A simple white record sleeve over it with a message written on it. A message for her. ‘An apology for all the nights I’ve missed because of this,’ she read.

“What is it?” she asked, gently taking the record from the sleeve, separating them and letting the paper-like material drop to the cushion she sat on. Turning it, she read the tiles first, none of which she recognized, before reading the singer. Noel Gallagher.

Turning her head sharply his way she felt tears prick in her eyes. Mouth agape and her fingers holding the record tight to not drop it. Noel laughed at her reaction, the blush reappearing to his face. “All for you. All eight of them only for you.”

“You produced your own album?”

“Not mine. Ours.

“Nobody will ever hear this beside you, you know? These are just for you.”

[aeolianblues]

"That's a far better thing to do than smash up a TV studio. That's pointless. That's as pointless as trashing a hotel room. You know?

If you're going to be violent, then I think you should channel your violence in the right direction. And I think the right direction is [at] people who break up strikes, people that are currently destroying the health service."

BOBBY GILLESPIE OF SCOTTISH ACID HOUSE BAND PRIMAL SCREAM, BEING BASED IN 1990. INTERVIEW WITH LATE NIGHT TV SHOW, TRANSMISSIONS.

[britpop-band-shite]

ROUND 4: The Stone Roses VS Manic Street Preachers

THE STONE ROSES

MANIC STREET PREACHERS

Manics for me

[undergroundrockpress]

[valkierrie]

𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍

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Warning(s): Swearing.

Plot: Y/N is coerced into going to a Stone Roses gig after unknowingly meeting the lead singer.

Word count: 1.1K

A/N: Hope the person that requested this enjoys it.

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The bright moon was a stark contrast to the lowly dimmed lights, yet it acted as a sort of helper to the tall streetlights, which to their credit still worked despite looking about ready to give out.  

Still, that wasn’t enough to deter me nor were the high amounts of crimes that occurred around this time of the evening. I was on a mission and I would do just about anything to get what I wanted. 

I’d been on the hunt for a certain vinyl to complete my collection. This wasn’t just any record; it was a true rarity in The Smiths discography. 

I’d managed to crack down a record store just outside Manchester that I was certain would contain the record—unless, of course, someone else with an even better collection had known of its value and already nicked it. 

The small bell above the large door rang, as I pushed the glass material to allow an opening for myself to enter.  

The place, poorly lit, and surprisingly cold, had an Oasis of records, but seemed devoid of anyone, even someone behind the counter. 

I looked around for any sign of how the records were labelled. Luckily, they were alphabetical and pretty accurate, except of course records with “The” or “This” being placed in the T section. 

I crouched down as I looked through the lower shelf for The Smiths’ section, passing The Cure and The La’s; Records I was sure to be coming back for another day.  

Once I found the collage of albums belonging to The Smiths, I scrolled through, the self-tilted, Meat Is Murder, Hatful of Hollow, then I finally landed on The Queen Is Dead.  

There was the single. There Is A Light That Never Goes Out acting as the A side to Half A Person. It was exclusively released in France, and very hard to find in England, and yet here it was it.  

Before I could pull it out of its thin slot from the shelf, the record fell over from the other side. I leaned closer to the shelf and a pair of brown eyes made contact with mine. I jumped back, startled.  

I stood up, slowly, brushing dust from my pants. The owner of the pair of eyes stood up too. I took his appearance in; sharp cheekbones that weren’t hard to miss, he wasn’t much taller than I was—maybe by one or two inches. He had dark, shaggy hair. It was styled in the typical bowl cut. I wasn’t sure why anyone thought the style looked good, it made the person with it look like they were doing a cheap Joan of Arc impersonation. At least it worked with her. Nowadays, it was rare to see anyone that made it look good. 

Somehow, it didn’t look too bad on him. 

“Didn’t mean to scare ya.” He chuckled. 

“You didn’t,” I lied, composing myself before my eyes darted towards his hands, where the record was firmly clutched. “But you will, if you take that.” I pointed to the vinyl. 

The man cocked a brow. “Really?”  

I couldn’t tell if he was amused and confused or just confused. 

“What’s that?” he added. 

I wasn’t sure I wanted to tell him the value the item held. It would have definitely given him more reason to buy it. 

“There Is A Light That Never Goes Out holds sentimental value to me. Just the whole of The Queen Is Dead.” 

The bloke crossed his arm in suspicion. “Go on then, what’s special ‘bout this one? Bet ya don’t even know.” 

“Special—pfft—it's not special, it's just another record.” I fabricated, playing the with hem of my shirt. 

“Okay, then—” 

“But I would really like to buy that one.” 

“So it is special, then?” 

A heavy sigh escaped my lips. “It is.” I admitted. “It’s a rare copy, a bitch to find in England.” 

“Ah, so that’s why you want it?” He taunted; the amusement evident by the smirk on his face. 

I nodded. “I’ve been looking all over for it for months.” 

“Aye? Now I definitely gotta keep this one, just for the fun of it.” 

“C’mon,” I pleaded. “I’ll pay double.” 

He chuckled, his amusement growing by the second. 

“Triple.” I insisted. 

“Dunno if I should, really.” He shrugged. “Seems like a real gem, this.” 

“C’mon, mate.” 

The man laughed, like actually laughed, as if this were a bit from some cheesy sitcom. “You must really want this, uh?” 

I nodded.  

“Tell ya what—I'll let ya ‘ave it.” 

My face lit up as I reached for the record, just as my fingers brushed against the cover; the bastard yanked it back, seemingly chuffed with himself.  

“Ah-ah, not so fast, mate.” He tsked, holding up a finger. “Ya gotta do summat for me.” 

I cocked a brow; what could he possibly want from someone he’d never met before. “What?” 

“You ever heard of The Stone Roses?” 

“Stone Roses?” My brows knitted together in confusion. 

“Proper class band, they are.” 

“Never heard of them.” 

“That’s tragic, that.” 

“I’m sorry, what does this have to do with what I have to do for you?” 

“You want this beauty?” He gestured to the vinyl. “Next weekend, get yerself to the Roses’ gig, and it’s yours.” 

“Seriously?” I crossed my arms. “What are you? Their manager?” 

“Maybe I am.” He shrugged. “All that matters is how much ya want this.” 

I hesitated for a second. This was a complete stranger telling to meet him somewhere. Common fucking sense was telling me to walk off, but the desire to have the record tugged at me like a petulant child.  Was it even worth it? I wanted to say no, but still, I’d hate to look back and think that I missed out of completing my collection, that would bug me to no end.  

“Alright.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” I confirmed. “Where’s this gig happening?” 

The man reached into his pockets for something, but from his expression and the lack on anything emerging from his pocket that he didn’t put back, he obviously hadn’t found what he needed. His eyes landed on the breast pocket of my shirt.   

“Hold still.” He grabbed my wrist, his grip gentle and warm. The pen scratch across my palm of my hand as he scribbled messy, looping letters. “There, don’t wash it off, yeah?” 

The pen was twirled around his fingers, as if there was all the time in the world, before he handed it back. 

Then he said something else—asked something else. “You got a name, then?” 

“Yeah, It’s Y/N. Y/N L/N.” I responded, placing the pen back inside my safe pocket. 

He repeated my name, testing it. “Nice name.” 

“Thanks. You got one too? or are you okay with going by stranger?” 

“Ian.” He stuck his hand. “Ian Brown.” 

“I’ll see you at that gig, Ian Brown.” I shook his hand.

“Don’t flake, be a real shame if I had to keep this to myself.” Ian grinned. “Catch ya later, then.” 

Ian walked towards the counter, looking behind it for someone who looked like they worked there. 

[spaceghostswim]

human traffic (1999)

review from my letterboxd (4th rewatch):

I honestly feel like the intimacy scenes in this film are the most honest and beautifully shot masterpieces I've ever scene, not a single part feels unnecessary and the laughs and love are just so genuine. This film healed something in me.

I am obsessed with this movie, it's still my favourite, I think I found it at the perfect time in my life. Everytime I show this to somebody they enjoy it just as much as I do and I'm so glad, this is forever going to be a cult classic of mine.

[carcrashbaby]

noel and liam gallagher photoshoot (1994)

[junnymah]

[phipesquire]

John Squire, The Newport Centre, Newport, Wales 4/12/1995

[strangeralive]

[welcometomadchester]

liam gallagher and courtney love | 2000

[sk8rambler]

yes yes happy birthday browni...

[britpop-band-shite]

ROUND 1: The Stone Roses VS The Verve

THE STONE ROSES

THE VERVE

The verve for me!

[tr21sa]

34 years ago Xmass was pumped up by Mondays ..... Happy Mondays❕😊😁😍🫰👌🫵

[valkierrie]

𝕃𝕒 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖 (𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥)

(Requests are always appreciated.) Smut=*

𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐩𝐨𝐩-

Liam Gallagher: 

Like A Virgin- Y/N, Is finally ready share an intimate moment with her boyfriend. *

Nothing Matters, But Knowing Nothing Matters- Y/N was considered by others to be tied down by her religion. She didn't think she needed anything apart from her bible, but upon meeting Liam Gallagher, he shows her the pleasures of life she was taught was taboo and opens her up to a world of Enlightenment. *

Damon Albarn: 

Picture This- After the purchase of a new polaroid, Damon and Y/N can't get enough of snapping pictures of one another. 

Close To You- After a small outburst, Damon reassures Y/N of her place in their relationship. * 

Take A Break- Damon wasn't making time for himself and Y/N noticed and one evening, she finally got through to him.

It's A Crazy Idea, Right?- Damon and Y/N get away to Iceland on a whim and share a private and intimate moment.

That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore- Y/N'd been a friend of Damon's for a long time, which often led to rumors of a secret relationship, rumors that the two loved to feed. It was a joke, that was all there was to it. Right?

Noel Gallagher: 

Jealousy, Jealousy- When a childhood friend of Y/N's comes back into her life, a green-eyed monster slowly creeps up on Noel. Things come to a head during a party, where Noel's jealousy is confronted. 

Such A Heavenly Way To Dine- After a long day at work, Y/N is given a very pleasurable stress-reliever by her boyfriend. *

Graham Coxon:

coming soon...

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐬- 

Johnny Marr: 

Papa Don’t Preach- Y/N, after an intense argument with her father about her relationship with Johnny, gets kicked out. She seeks solace from Johnny who in turn comforts her. 

Mike Joyce:

coming soon...

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-

Ian Brown:

Cheeky Bastard- Y/N is coerced into going to a Stone Roses gig after unknowingly meeting the lead singer.