#monique gibeau in post war france

[get-them-out-of-my-skull-0914]

Happy Valentine’s Day!

I’m posting this early (I still have a little while until valentines where I live) cuz it’s already Valentine’s Day for you @ceo-of-lams

I believe you wanted smth Noel related, I wanted to draw Vox Noel since I saw a post of you mentioning Vox but I could not draw his hair apparently so I did Vox Monique

Also here’s a Noel moodboard I made on Feb. 1st as a backup in case the art didn’t work 😃

[rtc-incorrectquotes]

Monique: What makes a bigger memory than a passionate kiss?

A stab wound.

[periwinklefox13]

[iamred-iamyellow]

i’m on that acnh grind because i want these divas on my island

[cosmofag]

MORE NOEL/MONIQUE

[rtc-obsessed-gworlie]

How to move to France without anyone noticing

How to stop being in love with an engaged dude

How to piss off the teachers pet

How to bring favorite actress back from the dead

Ouija boards amazon

The blue angle DVD for sale cheap

Why is everyone uranium city so stupid

Apartments in France cheap

Make the reblogs look like your Blorbo’s search history

[monkeeyuri]

monique would be super into these sorts of images unfortunately

[speak-now-girlies-unite]

i was….. monique gibeau :) in post war france,,

[kaleidoscopiccc]

him: “you better not be Monique gibeau in post war France when I get there”

me asf:

[belgian-idiot]

"I WAS...

MONIQUE GIBEAU..

IN POST WAR..

FRANCE🥀"

(This is also my first ever Tumblr post lmao-)

[gracieblood]

“i’m gay” “im straight” alright bro? i’m monique gibeau in post war france?? a hooker with a heart of black charcoal??

[get-them-out-of-my-skull-0914]

Second poll because I made the same poll on YouTube and got almost opposite results

[amazing-spiderlad]

"You better not be Monique Gibeau in post-war France when I get there"

Me af:

[ask-noelgruber]

Do you believe that In your life, you was Noel Gruber who worked at Taco Bell

In Uranium City, Saskatchewan

But, your my dreams, you played a different role

You was Monique Gibeau in post-war France

A hooker with a heart of black charcoal

You wrote poems to burn by firelight

Drink champagne and guzzle gin

Good girls call you "The Town Bicycle"

Don't knock it 'til you've tried my life of sin

Oh, Claude, my pimp, knows never mess with me

Last prick did that faded quick to black

I have no idea where to find him, officers

But if you do, please mention that I'd like to have returned

The pretty knife that I stuck ten times in his back

For I sing songs until the break of dawn

I embrace a new man every night

My life's one never-ending carnival

A whirl of boozy-floozy flashing light

I want to be that fucked-up girl

He said, "I think I am in love with you"

I've heard that lie a million times before

Oh, tonight I give in to the fantasy

Take love when you can, when you're a whore

For I sing songs until the break of dawn

I embrace a new man every night

My life's one never-ending carnival

A whirl of boozy-floozy flashing light

I want to be that fucked-up girl

So now I sell my love for opium

In some rat-infested Chinese dive

At night, I burn myself with cigarettes

Just to somehow prove I'm still alive

Eight months later, I catch typhoid flu

Kicked out, I see the ugly light of day

Dying in an alley, a priest kneels down to me

"My child, do you have any final words to the Lord you'd like to say?"

"Oui, tell him that, like him, I choose to burn out rather than fade away!"

For I sing songs until the break of dawn

I embrace a new man every night

My life's one never-ending carnival

A whirl of boozy-floozy flashing light

For I sing songs until the break of dawn

I embrace a new man every night

My life's one never-ending carnival

A whirl of boozy-floozy flashing light

I want to be that fucked-up girl

I wanna be that fucked-up girl

Broken heart, a flask of gin

Tattooed with a safety pin

Teeth all stained with nicotine

Running nylons, shattered dreams

Super crusty, holy terror

Wild eyes and black mascara

Broken heart, a flask of gin

Tattooed with a safety pin

Teeth all stained with nicotine

Running nylons, shattered dreams

Super crusty, holy terror

Wild eyes and black mascara

If I could have just one dream

(If he could have just one dream)

I'd be that fucked-up girl!

Hey!

[kleineratto]

In my life, I was Noel Gruber who worked at Taco Bell in Uranium City, Saskatchewan. But in my dreams I played a different role. I was Monique Gibeau in post-war… France! 🤍

well, all i can say is that i just wanted to draw smg4 from my au in dress

[askhatchetfieldhigh]

in my life i was Noel Gruber who worked at taco bell is uranium city, saskatchewan (only real ones get this)

But... in my dreams I played a different role. I was Monique Gibeau... in post-war France...

-- Ruth!

A HOOKER WITH A HEART OF BLACK CHARCOALLLLLL

~~ Richie :3