#noah ross

[geryone]

The Dogs, Noah Ross

[jollybone]

The grandmaster and his second-in-command are judging hard. I wonder what they're looking at 🤔

Crow is my OC

[suddenstrangesurrenders]

The Hand That Feeds.

Giacomo Balla, “the dynamism of a dog on a leash” I James Baldwin, “this morning, this evening, so soon” | Mitski, “I’m your man” | Noah Ross, “The Dogs”| Ada Limón, “Lucky Wreck” | Cameron Barnett, “´Supreme” | Noah Ross, “The Dogs”

[rosebushjhj]

Do you just randomly catch yourself looking at pictures or band members and giggling like a schoolgirl

[emblazons]

“That’s a wrap on Stranger Things. See you in 2025” - via Ross Duffer & Stranger Things TV on Instagram

[brysmaleidols]

Best boys and boy moments of 2023

So, this year delivered a bit of a two-fer. Your favorite post was Ross Lynch in Troye Sivan’s “One of Your Girls,” and then there is Troye himself putting out an amazing album and three banging singles. We also got Jake and Devon getting steamy in “Chucky,” and Charlie and Nick doing the same in “Heartstopper”. Johnny Orlando learned to take off his shirt nightly during his world tour – as did Ross. Noah Schnapp came out and started thirst-trapping. And then there’s the most intriguing gay trio – Sebastian Croft, Charlie Besso and Connor Jessup -- who don’t say anything, but were everywhere together for months over the summer and fall.

[onlyhereforbylerlol]

I know it's been said a million times before but I'm saying it again; If byler isn't canon in season 5, none of Mike's actions towards Will make sense and I'm like 100% positive that the duffers are smarter than that. (Great thinking for when you have byler doubt btw 😉)

[geryone]

The Dogs, Noah Ross

[jollybone]

You think Bi Han likes being above someone who is physically bigger and stronger than him? 🤔

Crow is my OC

[kvtnisseverdeen]

just a reminder that even if noah schnapp is miraculously removed from stranger things (probably wouldn’t happen because hollywood lets racism and genocide slide) the stranger things writer ross duffer is a zionist and signed the pro-israel letter to biden and brett gelman is openly racist and islamophobic. so yeah…boycott stranger things

[claymotif]

passenger seat

death cab for cutie, passenger seat / lorde, 400 lux / fall out boy, the kids aren't alright / 400 lux / noah kahan, passenger / ada limón, the great blue heron of dunbar road / sufjan stevens, the predatory wasp of the palisades is out to get us! / lorde, ribs / halsey, drive / ross gay, catalog of unabashed gratitude / lorde, a world alone / maggie nelson, the argonauts / carly rae jepsen, drive / passenger seat

[hopelessmidwesterner]

Sugar Babe

Finally got around to finishing this, first published fic on this account, who cheered?! (pls gimme feedback/requests)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Plus Sized/AFAB Reader ★ Established Relationship

Warnings: swearing, allusions to sex, mentions of ADD lol

WC: 1.3k

*Alternate timeline: a few years after the events of season 4 (spoiler: he lived)*

Inspired by the 1971 song 'Sugar Babe' by Stephen Stills

You were an outlier; you and Eddie both were for an endless number of reasons. One of the most prominent ones to oblivious outsiders looking in was the fact that you were only in your early twenties but you behaved like a couple who’d been married for at least a decade. It grossed the kids out, it warmed older adults’ hearts, and it made your friends of the same age a little envious. Neither of you really saw it as abnormal because it just felt normal; not forced, not overdramatized, not rushed, none of that. It was just natural, good old fashioned love as Wayne liked to describe it.

Now, don’t get anything twisted, the both of you certainly weren’t the perfect couple but you were perfect for one another and that was what mattered. You had plans to get married but not for awhile; 25 at least as you’d said whenever a family member brought it up since you’d been together for a few years already. There were times, however, when Eddie considered just full sending things because of how overwhelmed with love he felt: pawning a ring from the shop just outside town, taking you out some place nice, and proposing even if it threw you for a loop, even if neither of you had more than a few hundred bucks at a time. But he knew that wasn’t how either of you wanted things to play out so he practiced restraint, even on nights like tonight. 

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“You can do whatever you want to do, you can be who you want to be. Just remember that me and you ain’t all there is to bein’ free.” Your singing was soft and clearly zoned out while you stood at the stove in Eddie and Wayne’s kitchen, eyes honed in on the pot that crackled and popped with searing oil and slivers of potato. Your boyfriend watched you from the opposing counter where he was supposed to be working on a tattoo for someone who’d paid him to design something; a simple sword with song lyrics wrapped around it that resembled vines. It was good money and something he loved to do, but he loved you more. 

“People need love. People need trust. People need one another and that means us. My sugar babe. Believe me, sugar babe.” You didn’t notice him slip off the countertop nor did you seem to hear him slink towards you. If you did, you made no efforts to turn towards him or to ask what he was up to so he continued onwards, sly as a fox. 

“Everyone knows it ain't easy when you get it all together in your heart. It's the easiest thing to do to be pleasin'. Folks ain't made to live apart.” You smiled and hummed as you felt the familiar embrace of Eddie’s arms wrapping around your midsection, his chin settled on your right shoulder so he could see what you were seeing. 

“People need love. People need trust. People need one another and that means us. My sugar babe. Believe me, sugar babe. I'm on your side, sugar babe.” He husked the words with you like they were a prayer and you gushed as you kept an eye on the fries. This was your song, at least one of them, and he called you Sugar Babe as often as he could because it got the biggest smile on your face; prettier than the stars. 

“Let yourself be open, honey, learn to bend. Remember, everyone gets scared, but I'm still your best friend…” He stole a kiss to the side of your head right above the temple and you turned this time, giving him the invitation to grab your hips with a little jig in his stride. 

“When you forget about yourself and think of things to do to make me happy, then you love me girl, like I love you, oh-oh-oh…” He turned the charm up to 100 by tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, keeping his warm hand there since it always made you soften. You gave him that sarcastic smirk he loved and he began to lean in, going for the kill. Your eyes fluttered shut when he got close enough for your noses to bump but then a sharp gasp left you as the pot began to sputter a little louder. 

“Oh, shit! Gotta turn ‘em.” You spun around like a top to do as you said, the edge of your elbow brushing across Eddie’s chest; a punch to the heart. You were lucky you were cute. An audible noise that sounded like a mix of irritation and adoration left Eddie so you furrowed your brows while you watched the golden fries bubbling inside the amber colored oil. 

“What?” You asked in question, side eyeing him. He snorted and waited until you’d turned all of the fries over; having set the big spoon you were using back down.The moment it clattered against the spoon rest, he let out a long chuckle and grabbed at your waist once more. 

“Nothing, ‘s nothing, Y/N.” He paused and met your eye as you cocked your head towards him; there’s those pretty blues. “Your ADD is just going ham right now.” You frowned and geared up to give him a sassy defense but he finally gave into his temptation (one of them, at least) and chased your lips with his own; shutting you up mid–sentence with a hungry hold. You gasped into the kiss but melted all the same, similar to putty in his hands and in turn, you held his face with gentle palms that he swore could heal. Your lips finally parted for the sake of air and you clicked your tongue at him once you caught your own breath. 

“You interrupted me.” You said with an accusatory tone, unable to help the giggle that fell through when he started tickling at your ribs. Asshat. 

“That I did, Sugar Babe.” 

“Ass.” He rolled his eyes at you like a diva. He even did the hair flip for fuck’s sake. Drama queen. 

“Oh, whatever. You liked that.”

“Says who?” You challenged it though it was true; this was part of your dynamic with Eddie, after all. 

“Says the pink in your cheeks, Sugar Babe.” You fumed at that and he snickered since you turned an even deeper shade of pink, causing you to grimace at him with a saucy wiggle back towards the pot. Another eye roll came from him even though he knew you couldn’t see him and he sighed with a nonchalant lean forwards, grabbing you and hoisting you up as if you weighed nothing. 

“Eds.” You groaned out of irritance though you made no efforts to stop him; not even any squirming when he had you comfortably settled over his shoulder.

“What?” He whined back in mockery of you, earning a light slap to the middle of his back. 

“Put me down. It’s not good for your back, ya know.” He disregarded your words with a grunt that may as well have said ‘oh, as if’ and he kicked the door to his room open before gently flopping you down onto the center of his bed. 

“Good one, babe. You should try standup.” He toed back to shut the door with his butt and he pulled his shirt off of himself, finding you with a confused gaze that amused him in some odd way. He tilted his head at you inquisitively and climbed on the bed, reaching for you with protective arms. 

“What about the fries?” You asked him shyly. Even after all these years, you still got a little meek during these moments of intensity where all of his attention was on you and you only. He grinned with a shaking head and held your face, squishing at your cheeks just lightly enough to get a low noise of annoyance out of your mouth. God, he loved annoying you. 

“Honestly, sweetheart?” He paused for a moment to kiss you; a long and hungry embrace of battling tongues, clashing teeth, and racing hearts. Butterflies filled both of your stomachs and this time it was his cheeks that turned a deep shade of fuchsia.

“Fuck the fries.”

[aragarna]

-He's a good doctor. -He's a loose cannon!

George Clooney as Dr. Doug Ross, with Anthony Edwards as Dr. Mark Greene, Noah Wyle as Dr. John Carter, Christine Elise as Harper Tracy and David Spielberg as Dr. Neil Bernstein (E.R. 2x06)

[geryone]

The Dogs, Noah Ross

[jollybone]

idk, it was funnier in my head

Crow is my OC

[hoziersmicrophone]

category is: my type of men