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Noah
@noymolloy.bsky.social
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37 | they/them | Toronto
⚘ writer
⚘ antizionist jew
⚘ tattoos, cats, IWTV
⚘ leo ☼ taurus ☾ aquarius ↑
⚘ 01/11/2025 ✨
https://noymolloy.carrd.co/

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btw
Hand holding a white key tag that says “just for today” in gold letters
November 17, 2025 at 12:35 AM
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Yep.
Mirror selfie of Noah with new bag
November 15, 2025 at 2:46 PM
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A bag
November 13, 2025 at 11:53 PM
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I DID IT
A hand holding a chocolate cake pop
November 13, 2025 at 7:25 PM
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Face | Scent
Noah selfie Lush Rose Jam
November 13, 2025 at 2:25 PM
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I’m wearing my emotional support Gay Vampire hat today
Selfie of Noah wearing purplish hat that says Gay Vampire in red text
November 13, 2025 at 1:31 PM
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Without downloading any new pics, describe your gender:
Moranis Morissette… a combo of Rick Moranis and Alanis Morissette.
November 13, 2025 at 12:51 PM
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This week’s DM #WIPWednesday
"Listen, buddy, I don't know how the fuck you got into my room," Daniel growled, "but if you don't leave right-fucking-now, I'm gonna call the cops-" "You won't," Armand said coolly. "You would sooner have me bleed you out than ever call the police of your own volition. 'Useless pigs' is how I believe you referred to them. No-you won't call them." "What the fuck is wrong with you, man?" Daniel cried out. "What's wrong with me, Daniel?" Armand asked. "What's wrong with you? You're using drugs again." "Who the fuck do you think you are?" Daniel yelled, getting up off the bed so he was closer to eye-level with Armand. "You break into my hotel room and lecture me about this bullshit? No-No! Get the fuck out of here, man. I don't like to fight but I fucking will if you don't get out of my goddamn room!"
November 12, 2025 at 4:17 PM
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I've fallen in love
oy vey in yiddish script
November 11, 2025 at 11:36 PM
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help
Text screenshot of Asher sending a gif of Lestat saying “it’s a story of love” followed by a message that says “you and cheese”
November 11, 2025 at 9:47 PM
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also wtf bsky
Bsky typing a post screenshot So I'm planning on going to an NA meeting Bsky prompt says Are you writing in Tagalog?
November 11, 2025 at 8:19 PM
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so I went to the fancy library to write and forgot about the game being early completely but I figured it out.
Computer with writing program on one side of the screen and hockey game on the other
November 9, 2025 at 6:24 PM
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It is winter.
Feet in the snow
November 9, 2025 at 4:36 PM
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oh right
TV screen showing a man holding an iPad with text that says “Well, uh, this isn't what it looks like. Um.”
November 6, 2025 at 10:58 PM
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… and an IWTV #WIPWednesday that I may abandon for reasons 💀
He was sober. He was sober. "It would be rude of me to refuse this-a slap in the face to someone just trying to do a nice thing for an old friend," Daniel thought. He knew he was making concessions for himself but he couldn't stop himself-he couldn't quiet the voice beckoning him on. "If I tell him I don't drink, that'll raise more questions and I don't have it in me to unload all that baggage right now. Besides, it would make him uncomfortable. It's just one beer with an old buddy. One beer never hurt anybody. One beer is nothing." He put the glass to his lips, tipped it back with a shaking hand, and took on a mouthful of the ice-cold lager. He held it in his mouth for a moment, savouring the crisp malty flavour, noting the hint of sweetness hiding behind the primary notes. It was tasty-better than the shit he used to drink to save money when he was a dumb kid. The earth moved underneath him-his regret vibrating through his core and reverberating through his whole body, like someone shaking him and screaming, "What are you doing?" in his face. He placed the glass down on the bar and licked his lips, ignoring the way the ground shook. He knew nobody else could feel it.
November 5, 2025 at 8:57 PM
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#WIPWednesday from my novel
Max looked across the table at Bryony with wet eyes, unsure how to react. His emotions were intense but disjointed-as if they belonged to someone else and he were merely the vessel in which they were contained. Something inside him knew that he couldn't handle these feelings, that letting him experience the raw power of his guilt and his fear and his regret and his longing would undo all the hard work he'd done to ravel himself back up after so many years of being fully unspooled. Walls were put up around his heart to protect him from himself, to keep him from striking the wrong nerve at the wrong time and losing everything all over again. Without thinking, he pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head and balled the cuffs of his sleeves into his fists, regressing into the sensory comforts he leaned on as a small, autistic child who just wanted to feel safe in a terrifying world. It was as close as he could get to hiding under his blankets from the big, scary monster-and Bryony had known him long enough to know exactly what he was doing, even if he didn't.
November 5, 2025 at 8:47 PM
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it’s this place:
Mirror selfie in a bathroom filled with graffiti
November 5, 2025 at 3:22 PM
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Elevator mirror selfie
November 4, 2025 at 7:04 PM
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I came in for a quick bite before my street party but they seated us right in front of the TV and the game starts in an hour and a half… I’ve gotta stay right?
Bar with a TV above it
October 31, 2025 at 10:25 PM
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bat wing

forgot to take off my computer glasses lol
Noah showing off the bat wing sleeve of their bat costume
October 31, 2025 at 5:48 PM
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Bat Armand
Bat costume selfie
October 31, 2025 at 3:21 PM
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so here are my nails with the trimmed thumb and pointer nails (so I could take out my contacts).

Decided not to make them pointy bc I’m not good at nail stuff and didn’t want them to be crooked or something.
A hand with nails!
October 30, 2025 at 4:29 PM
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That’s a good idea!!!!

Here’s what I’m working with rn
Nails
October 30, 2025 at 3:56 AM
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Decided not to do pointy nails since I do have to stick my fingers in my eyes every night and day as a contact lens wearer and that scares me. They are fucking long though (for me).
A hand with nails
October 30, 2025 at 12:08 AM
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And a little #WIPWednesday from my novel
"Plain clothes-gotcha," Max said. "Um, I think I might have a yarmulke packed away somewhere, too." "We have extras if you don't," Avigail said. "I might even have some of your old ones packed away in the attic with your old clothes. It might be nice to see you in that nice purple one from your bar mitzvah. It's been a long time since I've seen you in it." "Bubbe's tenth yahrtzeit," Max said morosely. Max's grandmother-Avigail's mother-had passed away when he was sixteen years old. Her death had come as a shock to the family-she'd been healthy and active with no signs of illness. Her funeral was the first coming together of much of her extended family since Max and Marina's bar and bat mitzvah, and they continued to gather on the anniversary of her death to light a candle in her memory and pray with her rabbi. On the tenth anniversary, Max had arrived to the synagogue high on a combination of heroin and cocaine. Until that point, his addiction had been a poorly-kept secret, something that his family turned a blind eye to with the misbegotten hope that he would clean up his act before the problem became too severe. But, finally, they had to face the truth-Max's erratic behaviour and worrisome weight loss could not be denied.
October 29, 2025 at 5:26 PM