#fuqueue ✧

[toodles021]

Tioreh🩷🧚‍♀️

I love her you guys😭😭

[iriswashere]

"I'll ask"

no webcomic will ever be as funny as this strip from oglaf

[ssvperboy]

@indiestarter

open to ➵ female & enby muses ABOUT MUSE ➵ fletcher ford, 21, lesbian, embalming assistant & mortuary student

"I think you deserve better," she shrugged, "like, I would definitely treat you better, but that's just my opinion." Fletcher eyed the other for a moment, possibly looking at them for much longer than she intended. "I dunno, I just think people should be confident in what they want."

[shurple]

tell me in the tags what your queue tag is, mine is #FUQUEUE (referencing the FUCK YOU scene in dmc5)

[ioannemos]

i want to have a new blog title/avatar/etc bc i like everything to be harmonious and whatnot but my head is such a spiky place to be rn that i kinda just want to change everything to be from an edgelord song like no one is ever going to want me by giles corey. my queue tag would be 'one two fuqueue' kind of shit

[iriswashere]

The 2nd one would actually be me since I cannot for the life of me know how to spell Mephistopheles' name without help

Salmon.

Mc: "Hey Salmon."

Solomon: "Mc, I told you before it's Sol-O-Mon"

Mc: "anyway, Salmon."

Solomon: *sigh*

Pickles

Mc: "So his name is Mepenalties"

Barbatos: *almost spills tea*

Diavolo: "No, no, Mephistopheles"

Mc: "Mefistoplease

Lucifer: *dies of laughter*

Diavolo: "Meh-phi-sto-phe-lese"

Mc: "Mephipickles"

[iriswashere]

my tagging system in case I forget. But hopefully it'll become second-nature in the future:

#iris.talk -> posts where I'm just talking (includes any images)

#kitty -> self-explanatory (cat posts/reblogs)

#doggy -> self-explanatory (dog posts/reblogs)

#cool art -> art reblogs

#fuqueue lookin at -> queue tag (I still don't know to use the queue feature but I wanna start using it)

#the internet -> reblogs on posts about the internet (excluding fandom stuff)

#paperwork -> reblogs about politics

#fuck ai -> anti-ai reblogs, including stuff that's helpful against ai

#late night talks -> posts I make very late at night

#art inspo -> posts I reblog that might be a good art prompt for later

[fen-ha-fuck-you]

What does your fuqueue tag mean?

It's my queue tag; I put it on all the posts I reblog to my queue. It's a play on "fuck you," which is also in my URL.

[ssvperboy]

@ghostsxagain

yall don’t understand

[lonely-witch-version]

analysing taylor swift lyrics is like playing treasure hunt but with depression

[snickeringdragon]

i dont schedule or queue my posts unless i need to post it at a specific date like a holiday. yall gotta listen to my shit NOW and there will be NO questions here is THIRTY REBLOGS and nothing else

[ssvperboy]

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barbieferreira: 🦋😇

[shurple]

gonna start making queued posts just because i want a funny tag for them

im think #FUQUEUE

(pronounced like this)

[gogoghostie]

Downloading will to live simulator

[captainhands]

“   i  didn’t  have  enough  rocks  to  write  out   ‘ help ’   so  i  just  spelled  out  ‘ hell ’ .   ” -14 y/o Jackie

"Utterly useless brat, is what you are. "

“ Use something else” 

[ssvperboy]

He could feel his heart trying to beat itself right out of his chest. How conflicting, to want to act on everything he was feeling and run away all at the same time. To look at Brooke and feel overwhelmed with love, but have fear dripping from the beads of sweat on his forehead. All of this... months worth, years worth of feelings Hoodie hadn't ever given himself the chance to feel because had felt unworthy. Yet, she stood before him, beckoning, calling for him right there. Was he going to allow himself to just give in or was he bound to run away again?

To give into what he wanted meant he'd also give her exactly what she was asking him for... And maybe in the morning it'd all be different and it'd suck, but right now Hoodie couldn't get enough of her, couldn't bear to let her go. And he tried... multiple times to let go, to pull his hands back to his side but they refused—he refused.

"This could be really bad," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her again, trying to pull her close. He was never the logical type, didn't ever think about anything unless... she was involved. "Come home with me," quickly suggested, lips brushing against hers as he spoke, burning to kiss her again, here, everywhere. He was giving in, he was doing the only thing he'd ever been afraid of, but God he wanted this so fucking badly. "Fuck Keith's party," breathy, pleading, "come home with me."

Brooke shouldn't have hit him, she knew that, but she couldn't help it. He was so god damn stubborn, then again, he probably would've said the same thing about her, though she knew he'd never lay a hand on her, despite all his protestations that he was dangerous. The blonde shook her head slightly as she stared at him as he let the sentence go unfinished. It wasn't like he could say he loved her too much not to hurt her, he already had, and they both knew that. When his hand found her cheek and the other pulled her into him she sighed against his lips and one of her hands went to the back of his neck while the other fisted into the fabric of his shirt at his chest. He pulled away from her and she chewed at her lower lip for a moment contemplating his words. She felt stuck, she didn't know what the best thing to do was. Her body and her heart were yearning for him, but her mind was telling her to turn and walk - run - away, to try and cut him off all over again. But even just the idea of that hurt more than all the hurt he'd already put her through. Hurt more than the potential hurt she was signing herself up for even now as her dark eyes met his light ones and she shook her head the smallest bit, opening her mouth to speak. "I don't care." Her fingers held tight to his shirt and her fingers at his neck teased the small hairs at his nape as she continued. "Please. Just. Stop. Thinking." she requested. "I don't want to think, I don't want -" she paused, a small sigh leaving her. "I just want you." she pleaded, practically a whine. "So please just shut up and stop thinking for one night and just give me what I want for once."