#as cher would say

[fanonsupremecy]

why did you plagiarize someone else’s pro eddie post 💀

ok so imma make this real simple for you:

● ALL my posts are far from an anti eddie post. I love eddie. as a fellow cunty hispanic he is so dear to me. I think the word you're looking for is pro buddie.

● I have no clue what you're talking about and even if I did this wouldn't be plagiarism if I took an idea and made it my own (assuming that my bucktommy post isnt word for word of this supposed buddie post). Maybe learn the actual definition of plagiarism.

● if you wanna send an ask like this at least have the balls to show your face (as to say: don't do it anonymously) or do you only have the courage when you're anonymous? But really how much more anonymous can you get than a tumblr blog? But whatever go off. Also anonymous is now turned off 😊💕 because if you don't have the courage to send an ask like this without being anonymous (i.e. more anonymous than a fucking tumblr blog 🙄) then you just don't need to send it.

● First I get accused of being a new acc of a racist homophobic (most likely transphobic) white lady in her 40s when I'm hispanic bi nonbinary and 24 and now I'm accused of plagiarism over a silly little post about buck being horny on main for tommy... so fucking done 🙄 if you can't engage in fandom maturly then get off my fucking page istg be ffr.

● so are fanfic writers all plagerists now for taking an idea and making it their own? be for fucking real bro.

● literally don't get how a post about Tommy can sound anything like a post about Eddie when they are literally nothing alike (no matter how many people try to say he's an Eddie knockoff, which like ew).

[housecow]

i fucking love cher. every single fit she’s ever worn is glorious

[deadlydelicious]

Everytime The Witcher appropriates the welsh language but the has the GALL to mispronounce it, the power of my rage grows

do you know how seldom Welsh gets a fucking look in?! and the you have the gall to pronounce it like its fucking English

[loverusts]

Cher - I Found Someone

[schnitzelsemmerl]

I HID THE LETTER AND I RACED TO HER PLACE SCREAMED

HØW ČÕŲŁĐ ÝÔŰ

IN HER FACE

[recre8ed]

☂

☂ - what's your best rp experience?

hahaha, i'm going to end up getting pretty sentimental about answering.

to tell the truth, my best rp experience was a really long time ago. i wasn't the newest person ever to tumblr rp, but i'd just entered a new fandom for the first time a few months prior. i had ALSO recently picked up a new muse. i was really insecure at the time, so i tended to gravitate towards really minor characters with a really small amount of screentime; i had horrible duplicate anxiety and portrayal anxiety, and ocs were out of the question too because i thought "haha, well, nobody would really want to see the sorts of things i come up with".

anyway, i joined a roleplay server for that group and got to talking with a few people who wrote characters that were compatible with mine, and one day a little joke someone posted in the memes channel started spiraling into a massive hypothetical au, and i'd accidentally placed my muse at the center of it by being the first to reply to that joke. i mean, those of us who were part of the group au literally made our own discord server for it at some point!

anyway, we roleplayed and developed it for months and months. i think there were about five or six of us in on it and we'd get together all the time to watch the show it was based on ... it ended up spawning a lot more AUs, and character dynamics, etc. that massive au is the reason i've heard of most of my favorite pieces of media; my three closest friends and favorite writing partners all started really talking to me because of that, and we still use the server we made as a friend server even six and a half years later, even though not all of us are still there.

anyway, that's my favorite experience. and the version of the character i'd made for that au became the basis for my longest-running and favorite oc, who i'm planning on bringing back to tumblr ... anyway, it was awesome. i don't think i'll ever get the chance to be part of something so spontaneous and cool again.

src.

[forcebookish]

it will literally take a miracle for me to end up liking arkarm more than any of the other boys/ships. like i'm going to like them but i know they'll be at the bottom of my list

[king0fcrows]

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[cctinsleybaxter]

Prev when my mom who doesn’t like cher went to a cher concert to keep her shithead friend company and then was trash talking the looks of the other women there afterwards (sunglasses lowering emoji)

[livvyofthelake]

i can’t believe we live in a society where people genuinely earnestly believe that the media they consume needs a likable protagonist in order to be good or relatable or valuable as art. i will NEVER support a bitch that hates a protagonist just because they’re unlikeable or a bad person… you didn’t get it. read it or watch it again!

[minody]

anyway i just listened to these albums back to back and they really are just perfect pop albums

like i knew i loved them for reasons but i hadn't listened to them in full in so many years, they really are great pieces of modern production

like they're both so well received, they got radio play, they weren't flops by any means i think, but as album projects they feel underrated in the pop canon

[tony-andonuts]

I mustve blacked out while watching the HGTV episode of Family Guy bc I've been getting auditory hallucinations of the Five Front Doors jingle lately

[theladygazingatemptiness]

hm. I sure have been playing some Very rash and potentially dangerous games as of late ha ha

[poisondionaea-art]

I'm so happy with the 'Deadpool and Wolverine' Gambit

Man you have no idea, I'm Cajun and I've always been irked by the different variations of Gambit because Remy is one of my favorite characters but he's never been proper Cajun. He's always had a stereotypical southern gentleman accent that's not something anyone in Louisiana or New Orleans would have, he says French words in most variations but none of them are words we actually say here.

But this variation of Gambit, oh he is amazing, he has a proper Cajun accent which I was worried about when I saw Channing Tatum but he nailed it, it's spot on sounds like my family members and friends. They forwent his usual French words that no one here says for actual proper Cajun words we commonly use here in Louisiana the whole theater was going nuts. When he said sha (no one uses cher or mon cher / cheri everyone uses "sha" , " oh sha" or "mah sha" ) instead of cher or cheri you had people clapping and laughing with joy , he called someone a couyon (fool/ idiot in French commonly used even with monolingual english speakers here in louisiana) and everyone was loosing their minds.

I live in the part of Louisiana where Cajun accents, dialect and French are most prevalent in the state and everyone was so happy with Gambit. I love how this variation came out , I think Channing did a terrific job and I hope that any other variations of Gambit in the future are more like this one.

[lina-lovebug]

I'd Fight The Devil

Pairing: Alastor x fem! reader

Background: reader is Lilith and Lucifers oldest, and resembles Lilith more. Lucifer has a hard time bonding with her because of this, and Alastor decides to step in.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"DAD'S COMING?!"

(Y/N) Morningstar, firstborn daughter of Lilith and Lucifer, was currently having a breakdown over the fact that her father was on his way to the hotel.

She'd have no issue leaving, of course, but Charlie tricked her dear old sister into staying by saying she needed help with the hotel. . .and told her their dad was coming when he was two minutes away.

It's not like she didn't miss him, but things became different once their mother disappeared. Lucifer threw himself into his ideas, and (Y/N) tried maintaining their relationship but he couldn't even stand the look of her.

"I'm sorry! But I thought maybe you guys could talk while he's here?" Charlie suggested with a gulp, twiddling her fingers.

"I'm done trying with dad. If he wants to talk, he can come to me," (Y/N) crossed her arms, firm on her stance.

"I never thought I'd meet someone with worse daddy issues, but here you are, cher," Alastor, with his famous grin, looked down at the Princess of Hell. She huffed, not in the mood for his side comments.

"Alastor, please-"

"He's here!"

"-please fucking hide me!" She ran behind him, despite the mass amount of blonde hair making it obvious.

He chuckled.

Honestly, since meeting the eldest Morningstar, Alastor deemed himself her Protector. Not that the girl wasn't capable or needed him persay, but he cared for her. Being on the aroace spectrum, he wasn't plagued by a selfish desire to fuck her, but it was a sweet concern that slowly turned into a need to be near her.

A need to make her his.

"Hopefully he doesn't-"

"Pumpkin?"

"Fuck," (Y/N) silently cursed under her breath before Alastor stepped aside.

"Hey dad," Lucifer felt a pang in his sinister heart at her tone. She sounded uncomfortable and wouldn't even look at him, but he also remembered that he couldn't look at her at times.

It reminded him of happier times.

Times he didn't want to be reminded of anymore.

"So how've you been? Heard you've got a fancy job now. Probably making loads of money, huh?" He chuckled nervously.

"Dad, it's my company. I made it."

And he couldn't even remember that she did that?

Any dad would remember that his child created her own business.

"Ouch."

"And it's got a fucking duck on the logo. God, dad," She rose her voice, "you can't even remember that?"

"I've been busy, pumpkin-"

"Too busy to call? Too busy to even fucking call?!"

Charlie flinched at the harshness in her voice. She's always been a firecracker but she's never seen her so angry.

"I'm not fighting with you, (Y/N)," Lucifer stepped towards her, "why do you insist on fighting? Especially when I'm here for Charlie."

"Oh, you're here for Charlie?" Her horns started to come up through her skin, rolling back like a rams.

Just like her mom.

"I'm not making this about me. I just wish you'd make the effort instead of it having to be me," She missed who he was.

And during this, Alastor could see the pain on her face. She was furious, and rightfully so.

But he let her fight her own battles.

"I'm sorry that I look like mom. Is that what you want me to say?!"

"Yes!"

He didn't mean it. Of fucking course he didn't mean it, but it slipped out.

"Dad! That's enough!" Charlie ran to her, seeing tears well up in her sisters eyes. "How could you say that?"

"Pumpkin, I-"

"Don't," She sniffled, holding Charlie close, "don't come near me."

But he didn't listen.

He hated being the fact that his little girl was crying because of him.

"I think you've come far enough," Alastor spoke, getting infront of Charlie and (Y/N). He is excellent at saving face, so his pure unadulterated rage was hidden beneath his smile.

She hiccuped behind him, sobbing into Charlie's shoulder.

"Don't make me move you," Lucifer glared.

"And don't make me fucking kill you for hurting what's mine."

His voice turned more static-like than before, his eyes a burning red and his horns outstretched. He was a fucking shield for his Princess, and not even the King of Hell could get through. Lucifer recognized this and humbly backed away, retreating with his tail between his legs.

_ _ ☆ _ _

(Y/N) spent the next hour crying in her room. Over the years, she had started to hate herself for looking like her mom, and Lucifers' confirmation only reaffirmed it.

"Need anything else?" Charlie asked her. Although her sister wasn't searching for redemption, she had her own personal room in the hotel.

"Can you get Alasto-?"

A knock sounded at the door.

"Was he there the whole time?" She sniffled, and a muffled "maybe" came through the door.

Her bed was surrounded by napkins that she quickly placed on her bedside as Charlie allowed Alastor inside.

Alone.

The two of them.

Might as well just throw them condoms and say get to it, is what (Y/N) was thinking. She's known about her crush on The Radio Demon for a few months now, having a fantasy dream here and there, but wasn't much of an active person herself.

"Thank you. I know he tried to fix it, but I couldn't stand to look at him," Her puffy eyes made Alastors eye twitch, still a small spout of anger for her father.

"Of course, my dear," He sat himself next to her on the bed.

"Because your father, although the King of Hell, is a fucking coward", is what he wanted to say but kept those words for himself.

"Did you mean it? That I'm yours?" She asked, her hand inching closer to his.

"I never say anything I don't mean, cher," He grabbed her hand, kissed it, and made the she-demon gasp.

"I thought you hated touch."

He chuckled, "Oh, I do, but not if it's you. Your skin is warm, and it brings me comfort. You bring me comfort."

"You'd have me, even if I want to be glued to your side? Even having petty fights with my dad?"

"Darling, I'd wear your skin if you asked."

"Oh, how romantic," She blushed before both his hands came up to her face, bringing her into a needy kiss. With her, he needed to feel her.

Someday, even all of her.

"And I'd eat demons with you," She whispered against his lips.

"Oh my heart may burst, my dear."

Taglist: @lorkai @droopingdatura @tr1coo @randomuser-89 @abbiedail @evelin1o1 @sseleniaa

[dinogoofymutated]

You want X-Men requests? Well, I think I've got a few kicking around for our favorite Cajun.

Ok, so this is NSFW but like...imagine overstimulated Gambit to the point where he can only speak garbled French? Idk, I think that's super hot.

YES OMG YES. I absolutely love this idea I ran with it SO QUICK! I'm Southern, but not necessarily the Cajun flavor of Southern, so I tried to use a translator/dictionary for Cajun-French. There's not really a translator for cajun dialect specifically, so forgive me for some mistakes. I tried my best ;-;

Tw: MDNI. NSFW. Creampie, Overstim, Praise kink (kinda). Reader written while picturing AFAB but no genitals specified. No pronouns specified. Soft dom!reader

Anyone looking outside-in on Gambit's relationships would think that the man is a player, due to his flirty nature, and he could be to an extent, but you know otherwise.

Remy LeBeau was a lover boy. Sure he showed out a lot by flirting, but at the end of the day it's you he's coming home to. The moment someone tries to make a move on him and flirting goes to touching, you know he's shutting that shit down quick.

He was all talk, and you were happy to find out that extends to the bedroom.

Now having said this, it's not that Remy was a liar. He's incredible at sex, but at the end of the day when he's with someone he truly loves, his walls come down. Loverboy was putty in your hands the moment you decided to grace him with your love and praise.

"Plus, donnez-m'en un de plus, s'il vous plaît." Remy is trembling underneath you, head tossed back into the pillow and twitching inside you still as he cums hard. His hands are clenched around your thighs, grip loose enough for you to grind on him slowly as he comes down from his high.

"Remy, I can't understand you." You say softly, cocking your head at him as you brush some hair out of his face. He leans into your touch, chest still heaving. He mumbles something else you can't quite catch, before repeating "donnez-m'en un de plus, donnez-m'en un de plus." Again and again.

"Reeemmmy~" You smile, rocking back against him just slightly to make him groan and curse, before leaning forward to kiss him on the chin. He tries to catch you in a real kiss, but you don't let him, choosing to hover over his lips teasingly. "English, please, sweetheart."

"Je commence Cher, don't tease." Remy whines, leaning forward again. You let him kiss you this time, unable to stop yourself from giving into Remy's charms. You grind onto him a little more to hear him moan and gasp into the kiss, and his grip on your thighs gets a little tighter. He mumbles again in Cajun, and you shake your head at him. He'd been trying to teach you, but you still weren't quite fluent. You decide you should ask him to teach you bedroom phrases soon. It'd make this a whole lot easier- but you wouldn't lie, you almost enjoy teasing him like this.

"One more, Cher. Please. Please, give me another one." Remy finally grunts. He looks at you with those pretty eyes of his, all blurry with his pupils dilated. You can't help but lean in and kiss him a few more times. You lift your hips, before sinking back down onto his cock with a little more force this time. He gasps out a broken "merci! merci," tears starting to trail down his cheeks as you start to ride him again.

"Oh- Only because you asked... so nicely." You moan. It's a struggle to get the words out, fighting your own oversensitivity, but hearing Remy crumble beneath you is worth how sore you would be in the morning ten times over.