#baby noel

[babystarsss]

[peacocknaboo]

In honour of Father’s Day this weekend here are my favourite pictures of Noel with his dad Ray.

Credit to tundrafloe for the idea of doing a Father’s Day post. I hope you don’t mind me copying your great idea with my own version. 😊

[plinchy]

No one told me being obsessed with your own OC meant eventually designing them at different ages.

[potato-lord-but-not]

MALTOBER BATCH 2 💥💥💥💥 really really love day 12, 13, 18 n 20 fr fr

[solestella]

[starshaped-bee]

he's my wife

[femboymilkovich]

And I'll use you as a makeshift gauge Of how much to give and how much to take I'll use you as a warning sign That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be Right in front of me Talk some sense to me(x)

[gramasfave]

The Gallagher boys

oh my heart (ಥ◡ಥ)

[slowcatsworld]

Noel Noa would let his spouse do his eyeliner for him sometimes

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(It’s so canon that he wears eyeliner, I don’t care none of that ‘oh it’s natural’ bs my man is a cat-eye winged baddie)

I doubt he wore it when he was in the slums of France. He probably started using eyeliner regularly when he got recruited to a smaller team, his first real opportunity to change his life. Maybe he wears it because he likes the feeling of empowerment and belonging the dramatic flare the eyeliner brings to him. Maybe he wears it as a safety precaution, something to hide the flaws only he sees, and doesn’t realize it yet. Maybe he wanted to be remembered, to stand out. Not to be identified as the poor, improper, uneducated boy with potential, to be a beast of a football player that stands next to no one. A man that was worth more than the dirty slums. If they wouldn’t remember his name or his abilities, they would remember the cold, (desperate) hungry gleam in his amber eyes encased in a cut of harsh black liner.

Whatever the case, the eyeliner has stuck with him for years. Even you, his spouse that shares a home with him, hardly see Noel without it. Due to his profession, his training and competition often ensured that Noel would rise out of bed before you and sink back into bed after you. You don’t mind though, treasuring your time with Noel comes in small but rewarding moments.

Like this morning.

Noel was to be at the airport in a few hours to fly to Japan from Germany with his team, Bastard Munchen. Apparently their presence is required for the next phase of the ‘Blue Lock’ program. You heard of it, having one foot in the football world at all times because of Noel; however no one in the world would have expected the upset that was the U-20 game held in Japan a couple weeks ago.

You weren’t too fond of the idea of Noel staying at the Blue Lock facility for the foreseeable future, and you could tell by his attitude neither was he. This ‘Neo Egoist League’ he mentioned sounded like one big round robin experiment to find players for the U-20 World Cup. Something only weeks away. The whole thing was like a dream, you just couldn’t tell if it would be a good one or a bad one. Seems as though the whole world will have to figure out together as very few are privy to know what is happening inside Blue Lock as of now.

Despite his protests in favor of you sleeping in, you decided to accompany and see Noel off.

“Noel, I’m not able to come with you. This will be the last morning I get to spend with you for weeks.” You stress to the figure washing his face in your shared bathroom.

“You still have to go to work later today, you need to sleep. No one wants to deal with an employer that can’t keep their eyes open for five minutes.” Noel calls.

“I’ll be fine, I’m a grown woman who can handle a little sleepiness,” You groan and stride to the bathroom. “You’re one to talk on the matter in fact, I can see your eye bags from here.”

The two of you lock eyes and enter a silent competition. Noel refuses to admit his sleep has been plagued with thoughts about the Blue Lock situation and wishes for you to return to bed. You are unrelenting in your efforts of spending this time with him and do not want to lay in a bed getting colder by the minute.

Noel sighs. Victory. You 1, Noel 0.

“Perhaps then you should do my eyeliner today, to lessen the appearance of my eye bags to your satisfactory.” He mumbles and holds his hand out with the marker in tow. An olive branch. A gleaming smile breaks upon your face.

There was something very private, very intimate for Noel when he allowed for you to do his eyeliner. Him leaning against the counter facing you, you between his legs holding his face. It was about trust. It was about vulnerability. Even if Noel wouldn’t admit it to you, he was giving you access to that little boy covered in dirt and bruises all those years ago. You knew it too, the way his face would lean into the skin of your palm as you held him steady. The way his shoulders would relax and his posture would slack. The way his eyes would close and twitch ever so slightly when they felt the ink from the marker. You knew you were holding the boy right now, not the man.

You’ve seen the boy a good handful of times. In the crux of the night when Noel would hold your body closer to him. In the evening husk when you would massage his body and play with his thick tufts of white hair. In the middle of the day; when you could hear the smile in his voice even if it wasn’t present in his face as he called you on your lunch break. And in the morning, when you did his eyeliner.

And you were oh so fragile with him. He appreciated it greatly, the warm feeling that flowed through his veins. It complimented the confidence the eyeliner gave him perfectly.

Once you finished you pressed a chaste kiss to his nose, then one on his lips. He sighed slightly at the feeling of your lips touching. The momentary solace building his energy that the night had sapped away from him instead of rejuvenating home with. You rubbed your thumbs through his wispy white eyebrow hairs and waited. Noel slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the small smile adorning your face.

His eye bags were still present, he still carried that essence of tiredness. But there was more life in his eyes. They glowed brighter, more whimsical than before. It was the perfect blend of boy and man.

“Thank you, Y/N.” The man said. For everything. The boy thought.

He couldn’t verbalize it, not now. His emotions would over take him, and he can’t afford that at this moment. Not when he’s about to part from you for so long. He had to be the man.

You understood though, you always do.

“Always, my love.”

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AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I HOPE WHOEVER READS THIS EATS THIS UP BC I PUT MY WHOLE SOUL INTO COOKING THIS

Mwah 😽

8.02.24

[imlilyyfromff13]

LIGHTNING RETURNS: FINAL FANTASY XIII (2013)

"The crystal age is just a legend from before the world was born. And it ended, before you were born."

[peacocknaboo]

Noel Fielding at the Glee club in Cardiff back in 2001.

[ninoochat]

Mikhailo Aleksandr Milkovich, the light of my life

[potato-lord-but-not]

read United yesterday and it hasn’t left my brain since. It’s just full of these idiots and their pisspoor communication and excruciating pining for each other what’s not to love

[tundrafloe]

In this 2002 article from The Independent, Noel talks about being in drag for the first time. ❤️

“This week, the comedian Noel Fielding, formerly one half of the Boosh, had just an hour to master the stiletto totter. Fortunately, the Ladyboys of Bangkok were on hand to provide a few pointers.

“I sucked my belly in and shoved my arse out. Now I can walk like a woman,” reveals Fielding, who got dragged up with fellow comedian Spencer Brown to lip-synch to a little Abba with the Ladyboys.

“I loved it. I wear make-up sometimes but I’d never worn full drag,” he says. Despite having to wear two pairs of tights and two pairs of pants to “disguise my bulge”, Fielding admits he fancies dragging up again. “It felt so sexy and exotic."

[bachirasbodyguard]

only the most muscular of men call cats widdle baby

[speedwayy]

1999 recording of noel playing the acoustic track for it's a crime, the unofficial name given to the demo that would eventually become let there be love.

the lyrics are completely different from the album version and they're pretty interesting, so i included them under the cut

Well you can say what you want But you won't get a thing from me And if you don't understand That's it's not in your hands you need

Let there be love Let there be love Let there be love Let there be love

But you can say what you feel And it might never steal from me And then you must understand That it's all in your hands what you need

Let there be love Let there be love Let there be love Let there be love

And I never knew But all the thing's that you've done Are coming right back to you But everybody know's that it's no crime

But does it make you feel ashamed? You never said what you done And there's no need to blame But everybody knows Yeah everybody knows Everybody knows that it's no crime It's no crime

So you can say what you want But you'll not get a thought from me But if you say what you mean Then you might get a thing from me

Let there be love Let there be love Let there be love Let there be love

If I ever knew That all the thing's I've thought Are coming right back to you But everybody thinks that it's a crime

It never makes you feel ashamed You sit around and you sold And then you're passing the blame But everybody knows Yeah everybody knows Everybody knows that it's a crime

It's a crime It's a crime It's a crime