#wtf noel

[no-tengo-ojos]

Noel Gallagher just slagged off my favourite band because they're friends with Damon Albarn and he was on their 2024 Glasto set and made pro-palestinian statements. I'm not surprised but still disappointed

[potato-lord-but-not]

can you draw the profiles of all the malevolent boys?? just genuinely curies, i love your designs of them :))

used this as an excuse to overcome the art block ty <3

[romidoes]

you don't have to be sorry for leavin' and growin' up.

[ashemellow]

i drew this for a mutual's bday🏖️

[auntoleg]

wtf I drew 🤯

*coquettishly gives you a rose*

[charlie-dowds-migraine]

I've risen from the grave to present my Noel scribbles :)

Also this one I posted and immediately deleted on Valentine's Day that a total of three people might remember:

I couldn't stand how I drew John so I was going to redraw him and that didn't work either so I'm giving up👍 just pretend he's looking at John ok (his eyes are gold bc John is bright and shiny) I might try again later

[anywayxstarchild]

— mojo magazine full interview, oasis, may 2005:

+highlights:

liam gallagher: it's biblical innit, cain and abel... it's me and our kid. or me and you. two people who are the opposite, who become one.

[interviewer: are you holding an olive branch out to noel?]

liam gallagher: it's nice to put a band aid on it for a bit, knowwhatimean? i love him, i adore him, more than anyone else in the fuckin' whole wide world. but we also don't speak that much. we don't have to speak. but that song is basically for him. it's like, shut the fuck up. give respect and you'll get respect back. life, brothers and sisters, that's what we all want isn't it, respect?

[interviewer: or love...]

liam gallagher: but love is the same kind of thing. if you love someone you respect someone, you respect someone, you love someone. it all comes in the same... sandwich.

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[interviewer: he says ggtia is about you and him...]

noel gallagher: oh is it? is that what he said? for 6 months, i thought that song was ggti a-b-I-e. i'm very fucking confused as to what it means, but if he's writing songs about me then great. it's fucking better than writing songs about the missus.

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liam gallagher: me and him are brothers and we'll never be over. that's the beauty of the band. if we were mates then we'd be out on our arse before now, but we're in this forever. i'm a sense it was never over. but [la, 1994] was a dark time. what with our 'new found fame' and all that nonsense, and i thought maybe this was it. but in the back of my mind, there was always a way back. me and 'im will go on forever, and beyond... beyond this time. it'll go on forever and ever and ever.

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[interviewer: what would persuade you to pack in oasis?]

noel gallagher: what, altogether? i'd never pack it in. i can't leave oasis. i am oasis. it's be like pete townshend leaving the who and roger carrying on. i can never leave. i am the fucking band.

saw the famous excerpt about ggtia circulating again and decided to unearth the full interview. have never seen it on tumblr before, so ! had to provide🙂‍↕️

[arthur-lesters-glabella]

yo glabella do you have a charlie design perchance 👀

if not that’s chill I just love your art so him in your style would be awesome

Thank you! I didn’t because I struggle to fully decide on what I think Charlie/Noel looks like, but here are a couple designs I’ve come up with since you asked:

You are going to have to forgive the generally awful quality of these sketches but here are my two base ideas for him! The first is based on Ramon Tikaram (I enjoyed his performance in Kaos) and the second is based on Antonio Gades. I really don’t know which I like more because I feel like both capture different parts of Charlie and I have no idea how to combine them in a way that scratches my brain properly, so feel free to give thoughts.

Since this took me days to reply to and I haven’t had time to do a full body sketch, here are some of my outfit references for him in the future!

[lihim-oa]

The butch(er) and girlfailure dowd

[chrisginny]

CHRIS NOEL in Dead Poets Society

+ the pink sweater white headband outfit

[fmchibi]

[noel-gallgahers-gf]

Istg when I go to to the oasis reunion in November I’m gonna literally levitate to the stage like those cartoon when they smell food, suction on to him and then you’ll have to chip me off of him bc I’m not letting go

[allseeingharlequin]

I need to draw John lighting a cigarette for Noel

And they're like staring into each others eyes

Yk

Actually someone else should, lord knows I'm never going to

[lovefms]

💿  ⋆  𝗇𝗈𝗐  𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀  𝗈𝗇  𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗳𝗺𝘀!

today’s  request  comes  from  @loveonair,  straight  off  the  hotline!  and  we’re  tuning  in  to:

[  SUCK  ]  sender  sucks  a  mark  into  receiver’s  neck,  possessive  and  without  shame.

(  📡  ) as  featured  in —   this meme!

sean  had  practically  seen  noel  at  her  best  and  worst—cranky  after  pulling  an  all-nighter,  laughing  with  food  stuck  in  her  teeth,  nearly  crying  when  she  spilled  coffee  on  her  laptop.  she  was  his  best  friend,  after  all.  someone  he  naturally  clicked  with  from  the  moment  roel  had  introduced  her,  all  shy  smiles.  and  at  first,  sean—who  had  a  bad  habit  of  looking  at  women  through  the  lens  of  lust  first,  friendship  second—had  almost  done  the  same  with  her.  he  thought  she  was  beautiful,  obviously.  but  there  were  lines  even  he  didn’t  cross.  noel  was  roel’s  cousin,  practically  family.  breaking  any  kind  of  bro  code  felt  too  risky.

as  it  turned  out,  being  just  friends  with  noel  was…  actually  fun.  she  was  chill,  funny.  she  liked  dragging  him  to  coffee  shops  with  strange  names  and  themed  interiors,  places  he  normally  wouldn’t  step  into  without  complaint,  and  somehow,  he  always  ended  up  enjoying  himself.

it  became  easy  to  be  protective  of  her,  too. noel  had  a  kind  of  innocence  to  her  that  didn’t  feel  naïve.  she  said  what  she  thought,  trusted  too  easily,  never  really  noticed  when  someone  stared  too  long  or  smiled  the  wrong  kind  of  smile.  she  brushed  off  flirtation  like  it  didn’t  register,  didn’t  see  how  some  guys  looked  at  her  when  she  walked  into  a  room.  sean  saw  it,  though.  he  knew  what  those  looks  meant.  knew  what  wandering  hands  could  do,  how  words  could  go  sweet  and  sticky  and  mean  absolutely  nothing.  he  told  himself  it  was  just  instinct.  that  it  was  his  job,  really—to  teach  her  what  to  look  out  for,  what  to  avoid.  he  didn’t  know  when  that  job  started  including  lessons  on  kissing.

somewhere  along  the  way,  they  fell  into  a  rhythm.  one  that  wasn’t  quite  friendship,  but  wasn’t  quite  anything  else.  it  was  noel,  curled  into  his  side  on  the  couch,  music  in  the  background,  her  lips  tasting  like  whatever  iced  drink  she’d  dragged  him  out  to  buy.  it  was  sean’s  hands  on  her  jaw,  his  mouth  trailing  down  to  the  pulse  under  her  ear,  the  way  she  whined—pretty  and  breathless—when  he  teased  her.  it  was  her  nails  digging  into  his  shoulders  when  she  didn’t  know  what  else  to  do.  sean  memorised  every  sound  she  made.  the  tiny  noise  she  let  out  when  he  kissed  the  corner  of  her  mouth.  the  hitch  when  his  thumb  skimmed  just  beneath  her  shirt.  the  soft,  needy  little  moans  when  he  mouthed  at  her  neck.

almost  always,  it  was  sean  who  started  it.  he  was  the  one  who  reached  first,  who  touched  first,  who  tilted  her  chin  up  and  kissed  her.  sean  was  greedy.  not  possessive,  not  pushy—just…  eager.  like  he  couldn’t  help  himself  when  it  came  to  noel.  it  was  always  him  brushing  her  hair  back,  tugging  her  closer  until  she  gave  in  with  a  sigh  and  let  him  press  her  back  against  the  cushions.  noel's  hands  would  curl  into  his  hoodie  or  shirt  or  whatever  the  hell  he  was  wearing.  her  knees  would  wrap  around  his  hips.  she’d  gasp  when  he  kissed  just  right,  shiver  when  his  tongue  flicked  against  her  neck.  but  today  was  different.

same  setting,  same  lazy  afternoon  in  his  room,  same  music  playing  low  in  the  background.  sean  had  been  sprawled  across  his  bed,  long  legs  kicked  out,  and  it  was  noel  who  climbed  into  his  lap.  not  shy  at  all.  not  with  that  pout  she  usually  wore  when  she  wanted  attention.  she  just  settled  over  him  with  a  determined  look  on  her  face,  thighs  straddling  his  hips,  palms  pressed  to  his  chest.  and  when  she  kissed  him,  her  tongue  slid  against  his;  she  didn’t  even  pause  for  permission.

sean's  hands  automatically  found  her  hips,  but  before  he  could  take  control,  before  he  could  lean  forward  and  turn  the  kiss  deeper—she  did  it.  noel  kissed  down  his  jaw,  dragged  her  lips  over  it,  warm  and  wet.  her  hands  were  on  his  shoulders,  pinning  him.  and  when  she  reached  his  neck—

she  sucked.

sean  froze.  it  wasn’t  gentle.  her  mouth  latched  onto  his  neck,  and  she  sucked  hard—lips  wet,  teeth  grazing.

sean  let  out  a  strangled,  “fuck—”

his  hands  jerked.  one  slid  beneath  her  shirt  without  him  realising—palm  pressing  to  her  back.  the  other  gripped  her  thigh.

“what  are  you  doing?”

noel  didn’t  answer.  she  just  moved  lower,  mouth  leaving  a  dark  mark  into  his  collarbone  now,  her  hips  rolling  against  him  slowly.  his  neck—his  neck,  of  all  places—was  littered  with  heat  and  saliva,  blooming  bruises  rising  beneath  her  lips.  he  gritted  his  teeth,  head  tilting  back.  he  couldn’t  remember  the  last  time  someone  did  this  to  him—let  alone  her.  “jesus,  noel,”  he  hissed,  both  his  hands  now  under  her  shirt,  roaming  up  her  spine.  he  could  feel  the  heat  of  her  skin,  the  softness  beneath  his  palms.  her  bra  strap  against  the  backs  of  his  fingers.  he  tugged  her  shirt  and  bra  up  her  stomach,  over  her  ribs,  until  he  had  it  bunched  up  just  beneath  her  chest.  noel  had  raised  her  arms,  let  him  strip  it  off.

“you  want  my  mouth  here,  baby?”  he  asked,  voice  gone  rough.  his  thumb  brushed  over  her  nipple,  making  her  gasp—and  he  didn’t  wait.  sean  dipped  his  head  and  sucked  her  nipple  into  his  mouth,  hot  and  wet,  tongue  flicking  over  the  tip  before  closing  his  lips  around  it,  sucking  hard.  he  vaguely  heard  noel  whimpering,  pushing  her  tits  against  his  face  like  she  couldn’t  fucking  get  enough.

he  kissed  lower,  mouthing  over  the  swell  of  her  breast,  then  up  again—biting,  just  enough  to  make  her  gasp.  and  then  he  sucked,  right  beneath  the  curve,  until  a  dark  red  bruise  bloomed.

“gonna  mark  you  up,”  he  murmured.

he  switched  sides,  lavished  her  with  the  same  rough  attention,  sucking  more  bruises  into  the  softest  parts  of  her  chest,  leaving  them  wet  and  aching,  dragging  his  tongue  through  the  marks.  she  moaned  for  him,  fucked  down  against  him  harder  now,  her  juices  already  soaking  through  his  sweatpants.

“fuck,  noel,”  he  breathed,  licking  back  up  to  her  nipple.  “you  feel  that?  how  fucking  hard  you’re  making  me?”

[auntoleg]

tried to somehow improve my the second artstyle (I didn’t do anything else except adding the second eye and mouth 🦅)

[charlie-dowds-migraine]

I did it :D

Idk if I like how it turned out but I had to get it out of my system