#noah chang

[thewickedharlot]

Noah Chang at the Legends Awards 2023

We love that Cipher is going for autumn colors for this award show. It looks good, but we couldn't immediately figure out what was on his jacket. Apparently, its supposed to be an Orchid, but I never would've guessed. Sorry Army, this isn't terrible but..he's looked so much better.

4.5/10

[asoftepiloguemylove]

to be loved is to be changed

Haruki Murakami South of the Border, West of the Sun // Robert Bly In the Month of May // Ocean Vuong On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous // art: unknown quote: Fyodor Dostoeyevsky The Brothers Karamazov // @x2s (via @llovelymoonn) // Bianca Sparacino // Noah Kahan You're Gonna Go Far // Katja Kemnitz Too Much Love // Charlotte Eriksson Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself

[deklo]

that’s how it went right (ref C1)

bonus:

[horse-plinko]

The noah

[crowrrupt]

Happy Birthday to one of the best games I’ve ever played

[kumtana]

happy 15 years of glee!

↳ new directions

[gayforcarstairsgirls]

Noah Schnapp is more powerful than the United States government

[starryluminary]

Boyfriend kisser!

They thought he was above this, well I beg to differ

He can act a beggar, but I won’t be the giver now!

Masterlist | Bonus (?)

Deakids watermark and original screenshots!!

[webs-of-words]

childhood is gone in a flicker 🤍

[thewickedharlot]

Its only been a month or two out since the Dollhouse finale, but fans are already speculating and debating on the ideal cast of season thirteen.

Here's our ideal lineup:

dallia park - Dallia has already proven that she can be outspoken, so we thought she'd be the perfect person to hop into Dollhouse next season. With her sister having been the winner of Season 12, she better try to honor the legacy.

natasha reynolds - Who better than Natasha Reynolds? Every season needs an alcoholic. Dax had us covered this season, but what about next? Renata had to punch someone to get a bottle of tequila.. I bet Natasha would set someone on fire to get one.

venus colby - C'mon. You guys had to know this one was coming. It is frequently debated why Venus Colby has never been on Dollhouse. Is she declining, is she failing the psych exam? Either way, we'd love to see her.

sophie selwyn - We'd love to see someone wide eyed and a little stupid to be confused as to why everyone isn't getting along. Someones gotta balance out the aggression.

noah chang - Will Cipher ever go on the show? Probably not, but alas we can hope. We'd love to see what secrets would get revealed during the lie detector challenge.

thomas doyle - Someones gotta be the stick in the mud! Every season needs a Sadie.

bonnie walker - A girl can dream, can't she? With Fletcher and Poppy having been on this season, we can only hope to have Bonnie on next season to force some tears out as they make her watch the Fletcher-Poppy scenes on repeat.

andrea jansen - We need to talk about Goosh, Andrea!

emery rappaport - We haven't really had too many old guys on the show. It'd be hysterical, in my humble opinion, to watch Emery try to keep the peace with Sophie while everyone rips each others arms off.

rai shio - While we don't know much about Rai, someone will have to fill the Logan-shaped hole in our heart. Someones gotta be the streamer that doesn't shower.

[adankrivervalleynearyou]

glee textposts part 5

[buck2eddie]

it's yours if you want it.

[nress]

Oops my hand slipped

Alejandro, an exiled noble now working as a wandering merchant and Noah as a thief who inadvertently caused Alejandros exile???

Nah I just wanted to draw Noah with a cloak and a knife

Also goatee version since i liked him clean shaven for some reason (pretend theres lore behind it)

[horse-plinko]

stupid pining idiots

[mania-sama]

iwaoi, but's it's iwaizumi who had always wanted to leave japan. he found his every day life in miyagi stifling. he hated seeing the same classmates over and over again with their disagreeable opinions and close-minded worldviews, hated the way the people in his neighborhood all knew each other and their business, hated the way it rained and hated the way the sun rose every single day. he hated the very idea of staying in miyagi more than he had to.

he talked to oikawa about this regularly, ever since they could form thoughts that ventured outside of their little realm in japan. first, he told oikawa he'd move out of miyagi. he'd find an apartment in tokyo, or a job as a farmhand in hokkaido, or anywhere else that isn't miyagi and the life he's had to grow up in. then, as he got older, he went a step further.

china, he'd mumble oikawa during the first class of the day in middle school.

the phillippines, he'd shout at oikawa while peppering a volleyball.

somewhere further, he'd finally admitted to oikawa while walking home from a late-night home court game, his gaze trained on the ground with the most vulnerability he'd shown in years. like america. i've applied to a college in america.

oikawa had laughed at him on most times. iwaizumi knew oikawa liked life in miyagi; he got along with his classmates fine, girls liked him, he loved his family and their neighborhood, loved the sunrise and the rain. iwaizumi knew this because oikawa had always disagreed with him on those subjects.

but liking life wasn't enough when oikawa's goals were set further than what he would be constrained to at home. loving japan wasn't enough when japan didn't love him.

argentina, oikawa had whispered, miserable, to him for the first time near the end of their first year in high school. he'd seen kageyama around. he'd seen the way his serves had gotten better and better and better.

their planes left mere weeks from each other. oikawa first, to argentina, with tears in his eyes and a sharp call to not be stranger. iwaizumi left second, wishing his family a farewell with his heart full to finally leave.

iwaizumi had liked california enough. he was entertained, if not occasionally confused, by the manner of young adult americans. he had thought, originally, that he wouldn't miss japan. maybe he'd miss his family and the two friends he'd left, but nothing else. he thought the pang in his chest when his american roommate and newfound friends went out for a chicken wing restaurant and not onigiri, when they spoke exclusively english (sometimes spanish) and not japanese, when there were beds and air mattresses and not futons, that he was missing familiarity, is all. he only missed not feeling out of place.

oikawa had shared with him, over their many calls, his own struggles with homesickness. but, oikawa had told him over grainy Facetime, my team has done everything to make me feel at home. spanish isn't as hard as i thought it'd be! i'm going to make this work. even if i miss you and japan. i just... i need this. i need argentina.

both he and oikawa managed to make it home for christmas after only a few months into their respective journeys into the americas. they arrived at different times, though, so iwaizumi made the trip home from tokyo alone. he took two trains, then a taxi closer to his house. he saw the billboards in his own language. he watched people that looked like himself. they went to restraunts with onigiri. their seating would be chabudai and not high tables and booths. he saw familiar streets and familiar faces in his neighborhood.

he came to his house, where he knew exactly where the patch of grass his childhood cat was buried in the backyard. he could see phantoms of himself riding his bike up and down the road. he could see where he caught butterflies, where oikawa chased him with a handful of worms.

he came home, and his family was waiting for him. it all rushed over him, when he saw them again. all the anxiety of not being able to get to them fast if they got into an accident. constantly wondering what he'd be doing if he was in japan and not at uc-irvine. thinking about how much he preferred his home culture to the strangeness of the united states.

he met with oikawa next, who regaled him on his adventures in argentina as if they hadn't talked nearly everyday since their planes took them away from home.

i'm going to stay, oikawa told him during a late evening stroll after dinner, his eyes alight with happiness and success. i love it in argentina. it's everything i want and need.

iwaizumi was happy for him. but, iwaizumi knew he would not be content doing the same.

i'm coming back home after i get my bachelor's, he told oikawa after a second's pause, letting the coldness of the evening wash over him, watching the sun set in the way he'd spent hating his entire life. america is nice, but japan is where i'm meant to be.

he found that he didn't mind the rain when he was no longer seventeen and hating his classmates. he didn't mind staring out the window of the house he grew up in when he wasn't sixteen and desperate to leave. he'd been to the other side of the fence, and the grass simply wasn't any greener.

and he knew he'd be okay with that, eventually, even if a part of him wondered if he was giving up. even if that part of him wanted to riot and rage and scream at the idea of staying in the place he'd always told everyone he'd leave.

oikawa looked at him, then, with his eyes still bright but shining with a different kind of light. and that's perfectly fine, oikawa said to him, his voice low and earnest.

there was not a hint of condescension. nothing that said, you gave up. you are worth nothing. you will be nothing. oikawa meant it when he said that it was fine that leaving wasn't all iwaizumi had chalked it up to be. his tone said, in every way, nothing has changed. you will be just as good here as you would be anywhere else. you have not given up. there is nothing wrong with letting yourself be happy.

somehow, that was more reassuring than any of the faux comforts he'd been trying to console himself with.

[spiderziege]

some of my older trc art has been getting notes for some reason which reminded me of this bad sketch i made a while ago