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#ghost noah my love
noahlover69 · 7 months
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“Til death do us part.”
“maybe longer.”
Halloween alenoah!! vampire ale with ghost noah, idea curtesy of @mangoisgay (ponytown my love)
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manitapaleta · 9 months
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Nark but it’s Ghostsoap lol
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patinopotato · 7 months
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art dump
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unganseylike · 21 hours
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i hate when i get ghost baited by media. please let your ghost character be actually dead it was only cute when just like heaven did it 😭
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mankillercalledbunny · 11 months
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Okay but
My Goodbye from Epic with Simon as Athena and Johnny as Odysseus and it's their fight song when they're at peak denying their feelings and refusing to talk about it and it comes to a head after a mission gone south? Ghost shutting Soap down and reasserting the distance of rank between them, and Soap lashing out because he knows it's Ghost shutting him out due to fear and stress?!
"You're not looking for a mentor, I'm not looking for a friend! I mistook you for a Sergeant, what a waste of effort spent!"
"At least I know what I'm fighting for, while you're fighting to be known! Since you claim you're so much wiser, why's your life spent all alone? You're alone!"
I cannot be trusted with music when I have brainrot I just make things Sad
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Had to obviously redraw Noa. The swimsuit looks more lingerie than beachwear and I'm sorry 😭
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impulseowlll · 7 months
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not what I usually post, but here's a cute little ghost party.
The Dj ghost is playing Noah Kahan
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simarcana · 1 year
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Ehi so.... Ummm would you hate me if i started posting a victorian save file in addiction to the ones i already post about
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a-tiny-sloth · 1 year
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one thing about me is i'm still obsessed with nico di angelo. i may not talk about him but that boy still takes up so much real estate in my brain
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pria-png · 2 years
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Noah best boi <3
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justanotherbarrelrat · 11 months
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Noah Czerny would love this pen
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ashiningmoment · 10 months
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I'm re-reading the raven boys for the first time after a few years and i had forgotten how sad Noah made me feel. Besides all the terrible traumatic stuff that happenned to him, that moment when gansey is asking (demanding) to know why he never said he was dead all this time and he says "i did. i've said it many times" and it has always felt like one of the most heartbreaking moments ever, because, yes, he did. this is the first thing we learn about noah (cold hands and dead for seven years) but we all brush it off. we laugh. can you imagine being in his position? being completely honest, waiting, expecting people to look at him, to actually see him. he never lied, gosh, he never even omitted the truth, but no one dared to look at him to realize he was dead. he was never eating, never leaving, his hand were always so cold, it was so easy to forget he was even there. were they not looking at him? were they always looking past him?
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(Absolutely STELLAR art of Noah by myo_6x3 on Instagram! 💕)
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rememberingnoah · 1 year
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What does your url mean? Who is Noah?
he was a sk8er boi, his bff said see u l8ter boi...
he had a pretty face but soon that'll be erased to save his friend gansey
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audisive · 23 days
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♪ MILLION DOLLAR MAN. (💌)
౨ৎ simon 'ghost' riley | reader
synopsis: you need a bodyguard, and simon's the only one you can trust. for now.
tags: fluff, angst (ish), hurt/comfort, romance, soft!simon, bodyguard!ghost, model!reader, trust issues, hints to a panic attack, you have a bad dad (and family)
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        There's an ugly yellow folder on your vanity, sticking out like a sore thumb.
That's the first thing you see.
There's a hitch in your breath before you speak. "Vel," you walk over to your desk and call out to the lovely girl with your coat over her arm, your favorite maid. "What's this?" With manicured nails, you pick up the folder cautiously with the feeling of familiarity and déjà vu.
Veliana tilts her head to the side, the clueless little bird she is. "A folder, miss." You huff a smile out at her simple response, the pretty little thing never knowing better. "Please give Noah a call." You tell her and she nods her head automatically, still smiling at you.
When she carefully places your coat on the rack, she scurries off to who knows where. You're left in the comforts of your too-large room, a delicate piece of work that you'd paid thousands of dollars for after your face had snatched the interests of magazines, reporters, and such. You find that there are even uglier men inside when you open the flimsy thing in your hand.
Veliana is breathless when she comes back to you like the obedient girl she is, handing over the phone with your manager's name on it.
"What's wrong, darling girl?" Noah asks, annoyance seeping into his tone despite the usual pet name. "What's with the profiles?" you question right back, flipping through the folders, carefully scanning each gruesome man with horrifying detail. You already know the answer, but you dread it.
"About time you actually considered my suggestion," he voices out. "You need a new bodyguard."
  You find that your new bodyguard is just as noticeable as the folder you threw away without much thought. There's people staring at him when they would be gawking at you. 
Simon Riley is a trusted man; at least that's what you try to tell your manager. A remarkable 6'4 military man who should be off in a bar with beer – he drinks whiskey, imbecile – or resting in a broke-down apartment, not babysitting his model of a friend. Honestly, you wouldn't have minded it if he acted just a little annoyed at you, but he doesn't even spare you so much as a glare. You're not sure if you should be glad or not.
You have to admit that you do feel a little smug when your manager avoids yelling at you with Simon glaring daggers at him. Then again, there's this anxious feeling pooling at your stomach when he gets a little too close. He's certainly scarier than the last one.
His large hand calms you down when it lands on your lower back and sneaks his warmth through your thin clothing. You let out a breath, as if he'd just commanded you to do so without a word.
  Simon should be in his awfully empty apartment, sleeping the day off or making a small trip to the groceries for necessities fresh out of deployment. But when he opened the door to you, who's clearly so troubled and almost begging to help you out with.. whatever it was you asked, how could he say no? 
"It's just temporary, I swear. I just need some time to do a proper background check on the other bodyguards."
Given that your shitty father's in jail with unfinished as well as illegal business, it wouldn't be proper of him to let a civilian walk around with danger right at her back. That's what he says to himself, anyway.
He's just not so sure he signed up for the right job as a bodyguard. Truth be told, he would've preferred to be your boyfriend.. but as long as he has rights to protect you, then he won't complain.
He's well aware of the men coming for your neck for a variety of reasons. Some out of jealousy – Simon thinks that the fashion industry might as well be a warzone. Maybe that's why he accepted this in the first place – and some because of your problematic family.
He's also heard about your past cowardly bodyguards, if you can even call them that after they'd left you in the face of death. It's a wonder how you're still alive, but he wouldn't dare question it.
It doesn't help, not really, when there's an ear-deafeaning explosion and a panicked angel in his arms, clutching onto him for dear life. "Simon," you all but whimper, labored breaths and uncontrollable tears slipping out of you.
He hushes you, coos at you as sweet as he possibly can. He soothes you and cradles you against his chest as he shoots back at death and carries you to safety when the storm of chaos calms. And he never leaves. Not once.
Not even when you're well and sitting on the cold bed of an even colder hospital room. You'd begged him to stay and lay with you, and when he does, you insist that you owe him your life, and he tells you he's just doing his job.
Still, you can't help that you push yourself closer to him. "Thank you," you whisper, "for staying."
"'M yours to keep." Simon gruffs out, "my loyalty and life belongs to you. All of it." And so does his heart.
(bodyguard!ghost is just modern knight!ghost to me :3c)
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        divider by @cafekitsune !
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weltonboys · 7 months
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when ethel cain said i’m tired of you still tied to me and when gracie abrams said i see you every night in my sleep anticipating every bad dream and when noah kahan said the ghost you dressed up as sure knows how to haunt and when lee mandelo said come on i love you but this is no life and when micah nemerever said all they were — all they had ever been — was a pair of sunflowers who each believed the other was the sun
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