This Picture Is Doing Shit To My Brain! Omg 🤯🤯🤯🤯

“Can You Feel My Heart” VEVO UK GO show | bring me the horizon | 2013

😭😭😭😭 omg, I can't breathe

ace!noah thoughts,

I think a lot about ace!noah and his transfem roommate (hunter schafer, my bb) and how talking with her helps him understand his own feelings—about himself, other people, sexuality. I just picture them listening to Good Luck, Babe!, singing and dancing to it together, her jumping on the bed above him while he’s laid out, laughing up at her, and then just cuddling after 🥺

Also, this version of Noah really prefers online relationships, less pressure, more space to feel safe. He’s kissed her, and he’s also kissed Nick, the two people he feels most comfortable with, the ones he shares the deepest connection to, but that’s also how he realised he’s less interested in physical intimacy with a person.

I'm on my period so I keep thinking about how would Nerd!Noah take care of you when you're on your period. I mean he bought the whole pharmacy when you were sick so I can imagine a similar situation here as well.

And I feel like he'd be so anxious and scared not to annoy you or make you angry or overwhelmed. And probably would apologize like ten thousand times and ask for permission before doing ANYTHING (not that he doesn'tnormallydo it, but especially now) because he's the cutest person alive. 🥹

i'm so sorry for answering this so late🥺🤍

nerd Noah masterlist

Oh, our sweet boy trying to help as much as he can (I missed him so much)

Imagine a similar scenario, you call your manager in the morning, telling her that you’re taking a sick day.

But you learned from the last time and you know that Noah will show up with a cup of coffee by your desk any minute, so you text him a message “Hi Noah, I’m not feeling well today so I used my sick day. See you on Monday🤍"

Thankfully it’s Friday, so you know you can do nothing for the next three days. You told Noah that you’re not feeling well just because you know boys can have different reactions to talking about period. Not that you’d think Noah would be grossed out or something, but you don’t want to make him uncomfortable in this early stage of dating.

Noah got the message just when he was making his way to the kitchen area, so just in time to not make a cup of coffee for you like the last time.

He was worried, you’re usually okay with going to work with a headache or cold.

“Do you need anything? I can stop by after work if you need anything.” he texts you back.

You don’t really need anything, but you really want something. Something sweet, or salty? Both? Cuddles and his hoodie?

Damn hormones, they’re yelling at you to tell him to come over after work.

“Maybe a little snack? I’m always up for a visit if you have the time.”

I’m always up for a visit? Who says that? Too late, you already sent the message.

Currently you were laying in your bed, your hair a mess and your tummy in pain.

Noah read your message and got confused, he thought you were feeling sick like the last time and he had a hard time making you eat the soup he made. And now you want a little snack?

“Oh I thought you were sick, I wanted to make you soup again. But of course, I’ll be at yours around 5:30 with a little snack.”

Damn hormones again, making you tear up at his message. Sweet sweet boy.

You felt a cramp and threw your phone somewhere in the sheets. You dragged yourself up from the unmade bed and went into your bathroom to start a warm bath to help yourself.

After you felt relieved enough and the water started getting cold you got out and decided to text Noah again.

“Make it a big snack maybe?”

“How sick are you exactly?”

“Period sick, so I need a period snack.” you decided to throw a joke in.

“What the hell is a period snack?” you laughed at his reply, glad that he didn’t seem to mind the period talk.

“Little bit of everything you can find.”

“Now I’m scared I’m gonna mess it up and make you angry. Or sad. Idk I haven’t met your period self yet.” he was trying to joke on purpose. Your period had to be bad to make you stay at home, so he hoped he could lift your mood with his texts for now.

Before you could reply, another text came through, “I’m gonna leave soon, is there anything else you need bug?”

“No, just a little snack and you. Thank you.”

“Hey baby.” Noah said and his face softened when he saw you behind the door. Your hair was a mess because you didn’t leave your bed the whole day, you were wearing mismatched clothes and you were frowning. During the wait for Noah the cramps got worse and you started to feel a little sick.

“Hi.” you replied and let him in. He immediately set the grocery bags on the floor and opened his arms for you. Finally inhaling his scent and feeling the warmth of his body, you relaxed a little.

“How are you?” he rocked you from side to side, his hands going up and down your back.

“Like someone's trying to tear out my ovaries.” you groaned into his chest.

“Oh bug, let me take care of you yeah?” he lifted your face and placed his lips on yours. You hummed against him with satisfaction, finally something that brought you comfort and not pain.

“Let’s go.” he pulled away and took your hand in one of his hands and the grocery bags in the other one.

When you reached your kitchen he started taking things out one by one and explaining the reason why bought it to you.

“I got ice cream and chocolate for a sweet snack, cream and vinegar chips for a salty snack and then some sour candy. I didn’t know what to get for dinner, but I figured we could order something?” he placed the items on your kitchen counter and looked at you for an answer.

“Sure, that sounds good to me.”

“Okay. Then I went to the pharmacy. I got painkillers in case you didn’t have any and then I asked the worker if she has any tips for what could make you feel better and she gave me these things.” his brows were furrowed as he was digging around in the paper bag.

“Here! This is some herbal tea that’s supposed to ease the pain and these are heat pads that you can put on your tummy or lower back to help with the pain. I read about those on the internet, but I wasn’t sure what to believe is true or not, so I didn’t ask for that straight away.”

“On the internet?”

“Yeah, did you think you told me you’re on your period and I’d come with one chocolate bar?” he looked offended that you would think that.

“I mean, I didn’t expect you to do research? But I should have known, you’re you.”

“I’m me?”

“Yep, you either know everything or do research to know everything.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is.” you pat his back and gently push him away from the bag with snacks, digging around to find which one you’re going to start with.

“What’s this?” you see a small bouquet of tulips on the side of the bag and take them out.

“Shit I forgot, they’re for you.” Noah says with the sweetest smile ever.

“Oh.” you look at him, then at the tulips, then back at him and feel your eyes filling up with tears.

When Noah notices them, they’re already running down your cheeks.

“Oh bug, what’s wrong?” he’s scared he did or said something wrong, maybe you said you hate tulips and he forgot.

You pulled the tulips close to your chest and let out a small sob.

“I’m just, this is just, you’re-” you couldn’t finish the sentence because suddenly you needed to cry.

Noah’s arms wrapped around your body once again, holding you in place, giving you time to catch your breath.

“I’m sorry, I get emotional over everything when I’m on period.” you whisper when you stop crying. “Thank you, for the stuff and for coming over.”

“Of course. Do you want me to stay for the night?”

“Mhm.” you nodded your head yes against his chest.

Later after dinner you were back in your bed, sitting against the headboard and arguing with Noah about who’s going to choose who in the new episode of Love island. Both of you with a snack of your choice in hand.

Using your “Your shirt would help with the cramps.” line and puppy eyes got you being comfy in Noah’s shirt and pyjama shorts and Noah shirtless and his sweatpants he decided to leave at your place the last time he was there.

Just a minutes after Noah noticed how you changed your position every few seconds. From sitting against the headboard to laying on his chest to laying on your back.

“Is the pain worse again?” he softly asked, feeling helpless with no way to help you out of it.

“Yes. I don’t wanna take another pill, I guess I should just sleep through it.” you said and got under the blanket. Noah closed your laptop and got ready to sleep too.

“Oh wait, you can continue to watch, I don’t mind.”

“Baby I watch this just because of you.” Noah sounded surprised that you’d think he enjoys watching Love island.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” you smirked at him.

“I love it only when I watch it with you.” he booped your nose and leaned down to kiss your forehead.

You laid on your side, your back facing Noah and he slid behind you, pulling you closer to his chest. You always fall asleep like that.

“Oh my god this feels so good.” you almost moaned when you felt Noah’s warm chest on your back and when his hands wrapped around your waist. “Could you maybe just-” you didn’t finish the sentence and just put his hands lower on your tummy where the pain was the most intense. “Mhm, there.” you nodded to yourself and heard Noah chuckle behind you.

“That feel good? Am I not hurting you or something?”

“No, you’re warm and that helps.”

“Okay, glad I can help.”

“You already did Noah, thank you.” you squeezed his hands with your own and then placed them on top of his.

“Good night bug.”

“Good night Noah.”

You felt him kiss your neck so you turned around enough to kiss his nose, even in the dark you could see his face scrunch like it always does when you kiss his nose, making him ticklish and giggle before he nuzzles his face into your hair.

This story is a work of fiction, with the plot and characters entirely made up. The appearance and name of the main male character are inspired by Noah Sebastian Davis, but the storyline bears no connection to the real person. Please do not steal or repost this work on other platforms without permission.

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not to be a hedonist but. pleasure IS the whole point, my loves. we are made for pleasure. humans have not survived out of spite or sheer grit or simply to make more humans. we live for pleasure. the pleasure of licking the last delicious crumbs off your fingers and feeling sunlight on your skin and massaging a loved one's shoulders. we're made to fill our bellies with delicious food, to nap in soft grass, to touch each other in joy and comfort.

there is no shame or guilt in our bodies doing what they were made to do. and we are made for pleasure.

holy smokes

He’s so sassy and it’s so hot🥵

k now I need Bartender Noah

Ok, but these are sooo Bartender!Noah coded!!!!!

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND || Bad Omens [\m/]

whined. whimpered. cried. moaned. mewled.