#Cheric

[pleinsdemuses]

I shouldn't get too attached and catch feelings, reciprocated or not, because it won't work out anyway. It never does, so it's safer this way.

... [explodes]

[wally-b-feed]

Anthony Fineran (B 1981), Cheric A, 2023

[kayforpay]

eric being left charles' Entire Estate, School, and Legacy in the will, saying he was so used to charles being in his mind not because he was being interrogated but just because they thought about each other so consistently that charles was There before they split, and fully dropping his life's work and ultimate belief system to continue in charles' footsteps, and saying "friendship" the whole time really, Really captured the "gay in the 90s" vibe

[reevezs]

if I am anything, I am yours— @pleinsdemuses

[theinwardlight]

From Cherice Bock, “Friends, Racial Justice, and Policing: A Biblical Economy of Care”

[robertsbarbie]

charles xavier is hands down the funniest bitch to ever exist 😭😭

[mynameisbillandimaheadcase]

I don't want enemies to lovers I want lovers to enemies

I want to see a relationship doomed from the start

I WANT THE ANGST !!1!

[rjeldridge]

Cherice Marie, 2022

[npc-readen61]

Why dis *insert Cherice* look so mad?

[everydaydrawing-cherice]

*intense stare*

(Based on Roblox Slap Battles placeholder)

[everylittoral]

Cheric Kwong

[nakeddeparture]

Black Rock, St Michael, Barbados. UPDATE. Cherice King Went to QC and studied Biomedical Science in London.

https://youtu.be/mf3N8Ym2VnA

She left a suicide note.

[holylulusworld]

A fresh start (1) - Support Group memories

Summary: The world is safe. Thanos is gone. What now?

Written for my 16.666 followers celebration. Requested by @elle14-blog1​

Pairing: Pre-Endgame!Steve Rogers x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, shy reader, plus-sized reader, mentions of loss of loved ones, support group, meet cute

A/N: This part takes place in the past. It’s how they met and a short prologue.

A fresh start masterlist

16.666 followers ‘16 days of requests’ celebration

Two years after the blip, support group meeting, …

“Welcome to our support group,” you shyly glanced up at the tall man holding out his hand. “I have never seen your face here before. Do you want to have a seat? We got tea and some cookies. I think Cherice will bring cake today.”

“I-uh,” you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. “Hi, I’m Y/N. I heard about this group. I thought…maybe I can support you too. I got a bakery across the street and made some cupcakes.”

You pushed the box filled with cupcakes into his hands. “I got cupcakes and some cookies. I know from my granny that people get hungry after talking. I mean…she was…Everyone came to my granny with their problems. She always had an open ear for them. Now she’s gone…”

“I’m sorry to hear, Y/N,” he softly said. “I wish we could’ve done more.”

“OH! No…no,” you shook your head. “My granny didn’t get dusted.” You gave Steve a weak smile. “She died a few weeks before all of this happened. At least I can visit her grave. I can talk to her and…” You sighed deeply. “I came here because I want to help. My granny would’ve done the same.”

“I’m Steve and we gladly have you around, Y/N. Do you want to help me with the chairs? The others aren’t here yet.”

“O-kay,” you looked the man up and down. He was a tall and handsome man, with his blue eyes, pink and plump lips, and the thick bead framing his face. He reminded you of someone, but this couldn’t be. Or could it?

“Great.”

“Do I know you?” you asked before you could stop your tongue. “Sorry, it’s just you remind me of someone but I’m bad at memorizing names.”

“Guilty,” he laughed nervously. 

“It is really you?” you gasped. “Captain…thank you for your service.” Without thinking twice, you hugged Steve, holding him tightly. “Sorry…it’s just…we all saw the pictures and you fought so hard for all of us. So…thank you.”

God, you felt so stupid. How could you just pounce on Steve Rogers? Captain America in flesh and blood. 

“It’s fine,” he softly said while running his hand over your head. “No one thanked me for failing them. I let the world down.”

“Captain, you didn’t fail us,” you hastily said. “You and your friends fought so hard.” You teared up. “We all lose sometimes. It’s just the way this world works. Sometimes you win, other times you lose.”

He smiled. Steve didn’t know how long it has been since he smiled. But right there, in this very moment, it felt right to smile.

“Still, I wasn’t strong enough.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I didn’t want to make you sad.”

“No, you—” looking at each other, like you are the only two people you didn’t recognize the room filled with the members of Steve’s support group.

“OH! We forgot about the chairs, Steve.”

The spell was broken when you turned around to help the others with the chairs. Steve watched you for a moment, a content smile on his lips.

“Please welcome Y/N, our newest member,” Steve introduced you to his support group. “She lost her grandmother before the snap. Y/N was kind enough to bring us cupcakes and to offer her support.”

“I remember your grandmother,” Semira, your former neighbor’s daughter said. You remember the cocky girl too. She always listened to the same song and sang along. “She was kind. Always was there for us.”

“She liked you too, Semira,” you whispered. You always were a little shy around too many people, or in general. But at that moment, with everyone staring at you, including Captain America, you felt even more nervous. “Granny was the heart of Brooklyn.”

“Do you want to talk about your grandmother, Y/N?” Steve asked. “Whatever you tell us will stay within these walls.”

“I only came here to help. You all lost so much more,” you dropped your gaze. “Please continue. I’ll get more tea and coffee for all of you.”

After the other members of the support group left, you and Steve cleaned the room for the next group.

“If you want to, you can tell us more about your grandmother next time,” Steve broke the comfortable silence.

“It’s fine,” you gave him a weak smile. “This is a support group for survivors who lost their loved ones in the blip.”

“We support everyone,” he looked down at you, features softening as he could see the hesitation in your eyes. “Or we can talk after the meeting if you want to, doll.”

Your cheeks heated up at the cute nickname. “I don’t want to waste your time. You already do so much. This world is…different now. Colder. Harder. You are a light in the darkness.”

He smiled. Again. For the third time that day.

“I lost my two best friends in the blip and Tony…we don’t know what happened to him. Maybe he got dusted too. I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry,” you grasped for his hands. “You lost so much and yet; you blame yourself for a fight all of us lost. Not only you.”

“Doll, it was my fault. I failed all of you.”

His eyes dropped to your hands holding his so larger ones.

“Maybe you need to take your own advice and talk about your feelings more. You listened to all of them but didn’t give away what’s hurting your heart.”

“Maybe you can listen to me from now on?” he asked, making your heart flutter. “I know we barely know each other. But I can talk to you better than to the people I know for so many years.”

You chewed on your lower lip. “If you want to, you can visit me at my bakery. I live upstairs.”

“I’d like that,” he said, offering you another smile.

After that day Steve and you became friends.

He often visited you at your bakery and you joined him at the meetings. If only to support the members and your friend.

You talked for hours after the meetings, sharing your feelings. Steve was a constant in your life for almost three years.

Until one day he said something making you fear for his life.

“We know how to undo the blip…”

>> Part 2

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[aaaaiuio]

Halloween

I'M SO LATE TO THIS BUT

TSC, Red, Forest and Ladybug made themselves costumes for Halloween from the things they found on my table

But sadly we really don't really have houses they can go trick or treating to

Exept one....

I asked my old friend Cherice if my other friends can go trick or treating to her house

Together we decorated the house

It's trick or treating time!

Cherice's family gave everyone candy

[sky-kiss]

I had a thought the other night, and i think you'll love this.

Raphael is the embodiment of if Shakespeare and Phantom of the Opera had a lovechild.

He has all the drama, cheesiness, and, above all, ridiculousness of both. And i feel like he would LOVE Macbeth. He's definitely a sucker for a murderous tragedy.

MICHAEL FASSBENDERS MACBETH, BABY.

Youre absolutely correct about Shakespeare and the Phantom. Mix some Jareth in there for flare. Like. He's got a lot of Charles Dance's Phantom in there. Largely because I see a lot of Charles in his face (also Cheric is snarkier).

But uh. Fassbender Macbeth. Knife scene in the throne room. That's uh. That's all. Actually. Every scene with Macbeth and Lady Macbeth.

Thank you for these lovely thoughts!

[missing-girls-and-women]

Cherice Maria Ragins, 24

Last seen in Catonsville, Maryland in 2010.