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✮cher horowitz rentry graphic "a dumb or smart character" ╰› for @ipcventurine 's 50 follower event

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[romana-after-dark]

Our Gentle Sins: Part 3 (formerly Be Quiet)

Dark!Logan Howlett x fem!reader

My god this header is ass but I was an emo kid what can I say

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Chapter summary: Past. You open up to Logan. Present. Logan opens up to you

Warnings: This fic features non con, pregnancy, and themes of religous trauma. I will not be saying everything that happens to warm you, by clicking read more you are prepared for extremely dark themes and that you at 18+. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

2.8 words

Before

Logan had tried to do as Charles requested. Tried. Honestly, he had but the place wasn’t THAT fucking big, and he kept running into you during all the times it was least oppretune, all the times he was aching for touch and tenderness as the soft skin only you could provide.

And he missed you. That little trip to the store had sent something burning in his, a spark of joy that ignited in his body that maybe this time, you would be different, everything could be different. You were fun, gentle, kind and soft and passive… He thought of how you were so scared of the man, he felt your fear drumming in your heart and at the moment all that mattered was protecting you. Still, you didn’t want him to hurt the man. Empathetic little thing.

Glancing up to find your eyes on him at diner hurt so much he tried to keep his eyes trained on the food at all times. He tried not leave his room for fear of running into you in the hall. Hell, sometimes he didn’t even want to be in the house because he could fucking smell you. He could smell when you were ovulating and on your period, in tune to everything you did despite trying to avoid you, leaving him him alone in his room to fuck his fist day after day, hour after hour humping a pillow because he couldn’t control himself like a horny teenager.

And Remy was no fucking help.

“Logan!” He called from down the hall. “I need a favor.”

He rolled his eyes. “Awful lot of favors with you, huh?”

Remy LeBeau laughed as if it was a joke. It wasn’t, Remy’s ‘favor’ had landed him in this predicament in the first place.

“I am supposed to eat lunch with notre ami,” he says with a smirk that makes Logan assume he’s not talking about Jean or Emma or Ellie. “But I’m afraid I’ve been called in another direction.”

“Is the other direction some girl’s pussy?”

A glint in his eyes. “Some man’s pussy, to be specific, cher, but a gentleman never tells. Anyway, I need you to let her know I can’t make it, send my apologies.” Remy already started walking away. 

Logan half shouts down the hall. “What, are you two going on dates now?”

“What’s it to you?”

Logan was fuming, absolutely livid. You and Remy? Fuck no. Not a chance in the world. Well sure, it would make sense. Remy was soft, kind, funny. He knew how to romance a girl. Or a guy. Or whatever it was he was sticking his dick into. He could wine and dine and woo his way into those little dresses with the right words, the right touches… He could be friendly, nice… but Remy LeBeau is not the kind of man to settle down. He’s a slut. You? You are a romantic, he could tell. Young and innocent and still believing in true love and Remy was the kind of guy to make you fall for it. Not intentionally…. Probably… but Remy didn’t understand you. Not like Logan did.

So, despite not telling Remy he would deliver the message, he went to find your classroom anyway.

*

It was early in the semester still, but fall was beginning to creep in on the New England days. Still, it was lovely out and the smell of oak made you happy, so you cracked a window. Air was good for the kids. 

You had an upper level class, literature, and were just finishing the discussion of The Count of Monte Christo. 

When you hear the door open, you expected Remy but instead saw Logan. This surprised you, considering how obvious it was he had been avoiding you, you give him a warm smile and turn back to your class who were just beginning a brand new discussion.

“But I don’t think he’s motivated by revenge, he’s motivated by love!” A young girl argues with her classmate.

“He killed people, Jess.”

You clapped your hands together, “Guys I’m so sorry but that’s our time! As much as I’m sure you’d rather skip lunch and discuss Dante’s true motivation,  I have to let you go. Come prepared to pick this right up tomorrow!” You said, thrilled this has gone so well. 

Students grab their things and file out, several saying good day and several more staring at Logan as they passed. Logan glared at one particularly bug eyed boy.

“Logan.” You call his attention from the kid, and as Logan steps to your desk the door shuts behind you. You gesture to a chair near the front of the class. “Forgive me, but my feet hurt from standing. Is it alright if I eat?”

“Of course.” He hurries to answer, scrambling around the desk to pull out your chair. He’d be damned if he was outdone by Remy. His movements were awkward and clunky. Logan wasn’t an animal, he was raised to be a proper high society man, and even though he left home young, he lived during much more… polite eras than now. While he preferred to live more rustic, he knew how to be a gentleman.

You smile up at him from the chair, thanking him quietly. Logan pulls up a chair to the front, sitting with you. 

“Remy ain’t coming.” He blurts out, ready to break the news of the date as bluntly as possible to make him look worse, but when he saw the worry on your face he read your mind. “He had to go take care of business, he’s fine though.” Watching the relief on your face made him annoyingly jealous. “Sorry he had to miss your uh…” Logan glanced around the room. “Date, I guess.”

He likes hearing you giggle, even if he thinks it might be at him. “Did he call it a date?”

“Well… no…” Why did he feel so flustered with you?

“Good. It’s hardly a date. I have higher standards than sharing a sandwich in my classroom.” Despite his protests, you lay half your sandwich on his side of the desk. He couldn't say no to you. “Remy eats lunch with me sometimes, keeps me company. As a friend, if you were wondering.”

He was.

There was a comfortable silence as Logan ate the sandwich you gave me, doing everything he could to not hum as he delighted in it. How did you make a simple caprese sandwich taste so good? How did he get roped into sharing a meal with you when he was supposed to keep his distance?

“You’re good with them.” He mumbles with his mouth half full. When you look up with confusion he elaborates. “The kids, I mean. They like you. I can see it, and I’ve heard others talking.”

This makes you blush, looking away as you deflect the compliment. “Thank you, it’s probably the only thing I’m qualified to do.”

“I’m sure that’s not true. Were you a teacher before you came here?”

“I wasn’t anything before I came here.”

Logan gestured for you to continue, so you set  down your sandwich and cleared your throat, still looking down. “I’m not really qualified to be here, honestly… It’s not like a secret or anything but… it’s not exactly something I’m shouting from the rooftops so… I mean you don’t gotta lie or anything…”

“I won’t say anything” His voice was soft, comforting. He made you trust him, so you let it all out.

“I didn’t graduate high school.” You fidget with the hem of the flower print dress that went past your knees. “I got married at 16.” When you glance up, you’re expecting to see his weirded out, uncomfortable, or maybe even disgust at you. Instead he looked concerned. 

“Jesus, doll. How the hell was that legal?”

You explain. “With parental consent and judicial approval, you can get married pretty young. My parents knew the judge.”

“And your parents were okay with this?”

Logan wasn’t stupid, he’s 200 years old and has seen plenty of teenagers getting married, but it wasn’t as common as you might think. By the time he was coming of age, marriage age, even for women, was going up. Teenagers were teenagers, he supposed.

“It was their idea… he was um… he was 20.” 

The realization dawned on him. “Shit. I’m sorry.”

You give a little shrug and go back to eating. “It was pretty normal in my circles. I didn’t realize how weird it was until I was 18 or 19 or something when the doctors- well, yeah.”

Curiosity crested on the topic of doctors, but Logan knew better than to push too hard. “And what are ‘your circles.’”

A little smile quips up on your lip and Logan notices a seed from the whole grain bread on the bottom lip. He wanted to kiss it off.

“Ever watch 19 kids and counting?”

Logan nearly cocked on a tomato. “What?”

You smirk at his reaction. “Yeah. We were IBLP, fundies I guess people say. I got 11 siblings, wore jean skirts, homeschooled, all that. I even met a Duggar once at a conference. Not the creep one. I don’t think.”

Your blase nature around your strange childhood was a defense. Every day you learned new things that you grew up in that weren’t normal, Remy and you spending hours walking the grounds, just talking. He is shocked you never watched spongebob, you are shocked he was allowed outside after dark. Both of you had a bond over failed arranged marriages and childhood abuse, but he was further along in the deconstruction path.

Nodding along, Logan tries not to freak out. Part of him wants to run away from this conversation. He doesn’t want you to open up, he doesn't want to feel pity or sympathy or learn anything that might endear you to him even more. Part of him wanted to rip out your family and your husbands throats.

“I assume that means you didn’t graduate?”

“Not even close. Homeschool was a loose term, honestly. My parents believed women didn’t need math or science, not that they believed in science, but they encouraged my read thank goodness. I spent a lot of time reading and writing, studying that stuff since we didn’t have a TV. When I say Mr. Xavier took in a stray, I meant it. I’d have absolutely no options, no social security card, no birth certificate, even. Not even McDonalds would have taken me.”

Logan frowned at that, popping the last bite into him mouth. “Why not?”

Despite it all, you laugh still. “I didn’t know that was a thing until I wondered into a Walmart asking for a job and they laughed in my face. Mr. Xavier explained all that. Listen…” You shift in your seat. “I taught all 11 of my siblings English, literature, poetry, reading, writing… I promise you, I might not have gone to college… but I know what I’m doing here.”

He shot you an assuring smile. “I didn’t doubt you for a second, Dolly.”

Logan spent the rest of your lunch break helping you cut out book themed decorations for your classroom. There was so much he wanted to learn, like why you can’t drive, how you left your husband, how you possibly gained the courage to do it knowing nothing of the world and what had happened to you to make you run like that? How brave you must be, for such a small, vulnerable thing, to do that. Logan found he greatly admired you. He had his healing powers, his strenth, speed, his claws to protect him. But you? Just out on your own.

He wouldn’t fuck you. He wouldn’t fall in love. He would do as he promised Charles, he swore it to himself…

But from now on, you didn’t need to be afraid of anything.

Logan would be your claws.

After

You banged on Logan’s door, not caring who heard.

“LOGAN!!!” You shout, continuing to bang even after he opened the door. You didn’t care. Fists pounding on the door turned into fists slamming on his chest. Logan didn’t seem phased, its not like you were strong. Instead, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his room before closing the door. You knew you should fear he’d rape you again after what he did but you couldn’t care anymore. 

“Dolly-”

You throw the pregnancy test in his face, dried piss and all. “I hate you! I hate you!” You continue to scream at him and smack at his chest but he lets you. You scream, and scream and his and scream until there is nothing left in you and you fall to your knees crying.

Logan catches you, kneeling down and taking you into his arms and you just let him because fuck, you are so starved for affection, so desperate for touch it doesn’t matter that it came from him. You fit neatly in his lap, his chest warm against your head as he holds you to him.

He smells like oak.

When you calm down, you shove at him again and fall off. 

When he reaches for you, his worry stricken face trying to convince you he was the Logan you knew before, you shout, “No!” Pointing directly at him.

He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Dolly. I am.”

“No, you’re not.” A sniffle alerts you of your runny nose, and you wipe it with your sleeve. “You knew what you were doing! You can’t- you apoligized while raping me, Logan!”

He winces. “Don’t say that…”

“What, rape?” 

That cringe again. “Don’t- don’t call it that!”

You scoff, a sardonic smile playing at your lips. “Oh, I’m sorry, that's upsetting to you? I can’t imagine how that feels, Logan.”

A moment of silence. Then he huffs a small laugh. You hated him, you hated how easy to was to fall back with him, to feel comfortable with him when he did something so horrible to you… and yet when you look at him now, sitting on the floor with the big eyes and little kitty ear hair as you called him, you didn’t see the man that raped you. You just saw Logan.

“I’ll get an abortion.” You say without much conviction.

“No, you won’t” He sounds more convinced than you were. Logan’s eyes were soft, patient, like a parent waiting for his childs fit to end.

You sit back against the wall, exhausted. “Yes, I will!”

He smirks. Is he making fun of you? “No, you will not”

“Or what, you’ll hurt me? You’ll follow me around everywhere?”

Logan chuckles at that. “No. I don’t need to do that. I’m not entirely convinced you would have taken that plan B, honestly.”

“Wha-” 

“How would you get there in the first place? You gonna ask fucking Remy to drive you to the abortion clinic?” He doesn’t give you a chance to answer. You and him both know what it is. Leaning in, Logan rests his elbows on his crossed legs, tight tank top straining against his pecs. “I know you, sweet baby doll. Better than Remy, better than anyone ever could. You may have left that world you lived in, may have left those beliefs and your parents and your husband and your pastor, but it hasn’t even been a year. Some stuff comes easier to digest, like realizing your husband doesn’t have the right to beat you with a switch. Some stuff, like what's going on in your womb… that gets a lot harder to sort through. I know you, and you just don’t have the guts to get an abortion”

You hated him. You hated him because he was right,

“That’s why you chose me, isn’t it.” The tears dripped down again, but softer this time. “Because you knew I wouldn’t.”

“No.” He sounded certain, final, almost deviated like it was important for him to know you understood what he was saying. “Dolly…” Logan leans over getting on his hands and knees. Slowly, he crawls across the floor to you, a cat hunting his prey, shoulder blades moving in time and jutting out of his shirt. His eyes were trained on you.

“I didn’t choose you, baby doll. None of this was my choice. The moment I saw you, every single choice was taken away from me.” He stalks closer, and you press your head against the door as your heart rate picks up again. “You were mine, I was yours, and everything that’s happened since has been fate pulling us together.”

Your lower lip quivers, making you whimper. “I didn’t want…” You almost say you, but can’t bring yourself to it. It wouldn’t be true. “I didn’t want that.”

His face is right up against you now, soft little breaths fanning your cheek and his eyes lidded with lust. “I didn’t want it to happen like that either, dolly.” His lips brush yours. “But I can’t deny fate any more than you can deny me.”

Logan might be a little ooc in this ill be real but shhhhhhhh

Also this is not hidden pro life agenda. I am pro choice.

I was raised Catholic and I remember even though a few years into deconstruction I couldn’t let go on the idea abortion was murder. I was assaulted and thought I was pregnant from it and spent hours sobbing in church because I wasn’t know what to do. Luckily it’s a choice I didn’t have to make in the end but please know whatever choice you made for your body was correct.

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If anyone else writes dark logan and wants to be fwends hmu <3 gotta be lgbt inclusive and general leftist stuff. I'll reblog your stuff!!!!!

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If anyone knows more good dark logan writers hmu bc i just dont know anyone else!!!!

I appriciate you all supporting my logan work! keep on send them asks! I hav sunday off so i ll ge more then !

if you dont normally read my stuff, sometimes i do polls at the end of my fics. usually its about the story but i gotta do this for like....... well

I wrote the worng way and spent most of it regretting the name bc i just went with the first thing. Same here. this was initially a one shot! nut i fel the title is too simplistic

love yuh!!!

[valtsv]

What did your old header say, something like “LATELY, IF I TRY, I CAN SEE AROUND BLIND CORNERS?” And what did it mean? Also, what is the meaning of your old header?

it did! it's a paraphrased line from one of my favourite fanfics, "sheherezade" by cher. it means exactly what it says. my new header, "a chain of wrists wrapped in a bracelet of teeth", is a creation of my own, and that's just me getting pretentious with the concept of biting the hand that feeds you.

[fruitcoops]

Midnight Margaritas

IT'S HERE!!!!!! Happy Fic O'Ween 2024 everyone, affectionately titled “maybe it’s magic, maybe it’s frat boy margaritas” :)) I am so excited for this year's theme--making puzzles out of fests is my new favorite thing. Can you guess the Halloween movie of each fic? What about the overarching one for all thirteen?

Character credit goes to @lumosinlove and header/ fest credit belongs to @noots-fic-fests!

TW for alcohol

2 3 4 5? ounces of tequila. The good kind. Probably.

“Ah, fuck me.”

“It’s fine, nobody will notice.”

“It’s burning my nose.”

“The acid cuts it. Just blend it more.”

Juice of 1 lime

“Move, move—hey, cher, did you put a new thing of crackers out?”

“I’m doing the mulled wine, Fish said he’d take care of it.”

“…why are the marg limes in the—”

“Shit.”

Triple sec (or anything with orange) (except orange juice, you freaks). A splash. Eyeball it.

“Okay, Cap and Loops are Ubering, guest room for T and Nolly, Alex is DD?”

“Yeah, he’s good. Oh, and Dumo just left.”

“Reg is staying on the foldout, by the way. Knutty’s setting up.”

“I love that thing.”

“We’re still not bringing it into our bedroom.”

Ice

“I really for sure put too much tequila in.”

“I’m telling you, blending it makes it fine.”

“What happened? You two look…focused.”

“A generous two ounces of tequila.”

“Scoot over, I’ll make a simple syrup.”

“Will that help?”

“With the taste? Sure.”

Shake Blend until well-mixed (this was a terrible idea).

“Oh—Christ Almighty, Harz.”

“Lo distracted me.”

“To spill half a bottle of—”

“It wasn’t half.”

Salt rim of glasses (essential)

“Mm. We should put chili powder in it next time. What am I talking about? I have my tajín.”

“Peanut, I love you, but I think chili margaritas might actually kill some people on this team. Including me.”

Pour blended margaritas into seasonally-appropriate glasses (once again, salt rim not optional), and enjoy!

“Happy Halloween, mes amours.”

“Happy Hallo-housewarming.”

“Oof, you both taste like tequila. Reg said your mulled wine was good, Lo. He stole the oranges out of mine.”

“Lucky for you, I know how to make more.”

“That’s the spirit. I thought I kept you around for a reason.”

“To autumnal revelry, a good fuckin’ party, and no morning alarms?”

“The best things always come in threes.”

“C’est vrai. Santé.”

[cherryshh]

♡　　୨୧ 　 CHERISH’s 850+ FOLLOWERS EVENT ..

( if uu aint reading allat go under the cut the prompts are there )

Hey everybun~! Just a few words to express our gratitude .. thank uu all so much for 850+ followers , it’s literally crazy !? /vpos . When we started this account, it never crossed our mind that we’d get this far . Editing is something that we find comfort in, something we enjoy, so, to celebrate miz & I (ena) have organized an event for uu all to participate in!

The event will start on Jan. 28 and end on Feb. 6 . You are given two days extra incase you can’t finish the promts for each day on the exact time ! You’re free to do late submissions if its still within the event date. Use tag #cherish850 or tag us so we can rb uur edit <3

The event consists of editing ( graphics : layouts : icons : moodboards : stimboards : templates ) any works ! using the prompt given for that day , if the event starts on the 28th , your first prompt will be day OO1 .

Four people who complete this ( two of which will be chosen at random , and two of which miz & I will pick ) event within the time spawn of the event will be able to request any type of edit cher does with a character of their choice . This request will be prioritized and will have no longer than a week of delay . ( of course, a character / media that isn’t on che’s blacklist )

before cher gives out the prompts, this event was inspired by kiochisato and essthereal ! day OO7 prompt is originally by kio ~ (divs and header also by @/kiochisato heheheh stan kio pt. 94580)

day OO1 :: your favorite ship OR your favorite (platonic) pairing

day OO2 :: a character who's style is similar to yours OR a character you'd like to have the same style as

day OO3 :: a character you think is underrated OR a character you think is overrated (please don't start discourse over this)

day OO4 :: characters from two different medias who you think would get along OR characters from two different medias who are opposites

day OO5 free day !

day OO6 :: a character that would start drama on tumblr OR a character that would be loved on tumblr

day OO7 :: a character that reminds you of us ( mizzy , cherish , lacey or ai )

that being said .. could we have a promo so people see this ~ ?

@essthereal @kiochisato @landmineangel @rozenkiss @angeldollys @yyoimiya @kianaism @jiraidolls @yourdarlingness @dolliebunnies @surrenity @endingun @i43furi @heartsymphonia @editloids @destinyfaces @frillu @aquariium-ediits @assassinxcinderella @gunlolita @seraphmaws @killersinlove @lovesicklie @dwllie @lavendergalactic @adorness @pawsedits @horrorification @luvistrz @gearfr3ak @circuswhisprs @ringchime @cluvunies dm ) ask to be removed < 3

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taylor swift headers | 1989 headers

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~cher

[monoclegraphic]

BACK TO THE FUTURE, VERSION 3 💄

Suite à une période plus tranquille, voici qu'aujourd'hui BTTF revête sa troisième version. On laisse l'académique derrière nous pour profiter des vacances avec Clueless. C'est avec l'aide de ma coquette @swgzl que cette version se permet d'avoir un header différent et interactif ! À l'image de Cher qui choisit sa tenue sur un vieil ordi, nous on vous laisse choisir votre header 😂💕

Back to the Future est un forum city basé à Mariposa, en Californie. L'intrigue se déroule en 2024, mais la ville est si petite et si perdue dans la nature qu'elle n'a pas connue les mêmes évolutions technologiques que le reste du pays. Dans cette ambiance rétro des années 1980-1990, tu peux jouer les thèmes de ton choix, tant que cela correspond à l'aspect petite ville.

BACK TO THE FUTURE

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[little-bisexual-intern]

info about me !!

my name is ana!

im 15!

grown men and blank blogs don’t message me. or do idgaf but i’m not going to answer 🤗

my favorite music artists are waterparks, fall out boy, mcr, chappell roan, hole, paramore, sabrina carpenter, shauna dean cokeland (she’s my pfp), reneè rapp (she’s my header), towa bird, mckenna grace, noahfinnce, cher lloyd, victoria justice, and avril lavigne

my favorite social media creators are the sturniolo triplets, ali and sara (on tiktok), brittany broski, tara yummy, sam and colby, noahfinnce, kallmekris, ange mariano, sdc, of herbs and altars, and brooklyn and bailey

my favorite movies and tv shows are euphoria, breaking bad, clueless, the perks of being a wallflower, jennifer’s body, phineas and ferb, bluey, my sisters keeper, supernatural, modern family, young sheldon/tbbt, frozen/frozen 2, inside out 1 and 2, full house, shameless, two broke girls, and the parent trap (the lindsay lohan one)

my pronouns are she/her

im bisexual!

probably autistic

FREE PALESTINE!!!!!! 🇵🇸🇵🇸🍉🍉🍉

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looking for friends!! asks and dms always open

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Aoi Mukou Layout - NF2U (this is 4 my personal blog !) use it and i’ll dropkick uu .

showing this just for fun bc. yeah

NO kin/id/me ou f/o tags I will cry

How do i structure an editpost agai

likes and reblogs appreciated

no heavy inspo / copy！based off of @/cworpsy lyt bc we matching :3 THE SIBBIES EVER

[forcebook]

you header imaaaage😭😭😭😭😭

me watching all those kisses and hugs from ep 9: nice 🥺

me watching cher pretend to be holding a crab at the beach while gun stares lovingly at him: NIIIIIICE!!! NOW THIS IS GOING TO BE MY NEW HEADER!!!!!

aldkskdkskdk i don’t know why but that silly moment stuck with me the most ❤️💙

[sunlestial]

Rentry is a work in progress ! The supernova goes by the names featured in cher header . . . Shi typically uses shi / shiro , che / cher && she / her pronouns ! Feminine terms exclusively , alongside nonhuman ones ~ If you have any questions about shiro identity , just ask ! She loves to share ~ 

[engagekiss]

how to tell when it’s not the goddess ! ( in the case of impersonators such as ladyguuji … )

the goddess is not hu tao or yae miko … those are squid ! often times they will have some combination of our identities as their heart, but the goddess is not && will never be hu tao or yae !

the goddess is only fond of fem && masc terms … ki would never go by fem neu or only fem terms, contrary to the belief that ki is a girl …

the goddess tries not to edit cher headers && icons too much … especially with flags … unless it’s upon request, ‘tis not the goddess !

the goddess only identifies as bisexual … ki is not a lesbian or purely gay, nor does ki use anything about preference as ki has none …

the goddess’s body is 16 … anything younger than that? not the goddess !

the world eater is not white … in all cher info, che states che is mexican and cuban, never one or the other … [ MexCub ]

the goddess is an octopus ( 🐙 ), not a squid !

the goddess is not a singlet … che typically states this somewhere, or doesn’t mention it at all !

[ this is a joke-y guide … but also genuine ! ]

[formulateez-replies]

hello! this is cher/cherrie from formulateez !

ʚ get to know me ɞ

twenty. she/her. filo. kpop + formula racing enthusiast. us based (est).

i first got introduced to k-pop back in 2010-2011 when my neighbor showed me shinee's lucifer and ring ding dong. i didn't really start liking k-pop as a whole until around the second half of 2015!

my ult groups are currently ateez, enhypen, xg, nct dream, le sserafim, newjeans, and txt. (can you tell that i'm a hybe stan...)

i also really like (g)i-dle, &team, astro, aespa, boynextdoor, bts, day6, dreamcatcher, exo, fifty fifty, fromis_9, got the beat/girls on top, got7, history, ikon, infinite, itzy, ive, kard, knk, loona, monsta x (+ wonho), nct (as a whole, i'm just more of an nct dream stan), nmixx, nu'est, onlyoneof, p1harmony, pentagon, pristin, red velvet, seventeen, sf9, shinee, sistar, stayc, stray kids, the boyz, teen top, triples, twice, and vixx. (this is in alphabetical order, not in the order of which i like them. a good portion of those groups are my old ults or disbanded groups. i've have a lot of ult groups throughout the years.)

my fav f1 drivers are cl16, ln4, op81, and mv1.

i have only been into formula 1 since dec '22. i'm still learning a lot about the sport and the drivers as well!

my fav f2 drivers are al12, jd14, dh1, and ob8.

i have only been into f2 for a few months, it's the same case as f1, i'm still learning a lot about formula racing and its drivers as a whole!

my fav f3 drivers are pa1, db2, and sm14.

i also support hamda alqubaisi, bianca bustamante, and chloe chong!

i also used to be in a heavy emo phase (i never actually left it) and so i do enjoy a lot of emo/rock/metal music!

i'm not into much anime anymore but i'll occasionally rewatch some of my favorites or i'll end up watching newer shows with my boyfriend. the animes that i've enjoyed watching in the past are soul eater, black butler, haikyuu!!, ouran high school host club, and free! my current favorites are cyberpunk: edgerunners and chainsaw man!

i also have a side hobby of gaming! i wouldn't necessarily call myself a gamer since i don't play that many games. you'll usually find me on minecraft, the sims 4, roblox, or destiny 2! i also occasionally will play fortnite with friends (i'm just not good at pvp games so i tend to not play them that much; UNLESS it's arsenal on roblox. i kick ass lowkey in that game.)

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i'm, technically, very new to tumblr. the last time i was active on tumblr was back in 2017-2018. a lot of the information stated above was learned from other blogs such as:

kwanisms

ncteez

(this post and my navigation is also very inspired by these two blogs since i had no clue how to format either of these </3 they're also super friendly, really great writers, and deserve the follow <3)

the dividers used are from cafekitsune!

the photos of seonghwa, aki, and charles were all found on pinterest but they've been in my camera roll for a little bit so i don't recall who they belong to.

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