#fuqueue lookin at

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"I'll ask"

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

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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."

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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

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personal tag dump

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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"

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@ghostsxagain

yall don’t understand

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barbieferreira: 🦋😇

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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."

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Scarlett's free hand squeezed Gabi's waist ever so gently. "How do I go about doing that?" A smirk on her face as she posed the question, brows raising at the woman. She couldn't hide that fact that she was in love—sometimes it felt too good to be true. Cheeks flushed slightly at Gabriella's response, her hand still soft on the woman's cheek. Scarlett grinned, eyes searching for a sign that she may be lying but not finding anything. She was overjoyed to hear it back, though truthfully, Scar hadn't expected it just yet—she thought she had made a fool of herself. "Well, aren't we lucky to love perfect women," she mused, another soft, slow kiss to Gabi's neck. "Hmm," quiet, lips smiling against her skin, "please do tell."

"if you wanna bring out the real feisty side of me, just say that," she teased back with a quirk of her eyebrow before breaking out into a sweet smile. gabriella was entirely weak in the knees when she was with scarlett, and she could so easily see herself having the perfect future with the woman. moving in with her was just the first step on what could be the best love story of all time. the raven-haired femme giggled softly, leaning into the gentle touch to her cheek. gabi definitely noticed the woman's slip up with word 'love', but she didn't shy away from smiling like an idiot. "me neither. the woman i love is perfect," she replied confidently. that's exactly what it was - love. all consuming love. as her lips dipped lower to kiss her neck, she leaned her head back a little and let out a delicate moan. scarlett always manged to find her most sensitive spots. "mm, i can think of several things - this is certainly one of them."

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Ariel nodded as he spoke, a small smile appearing on their face. They could totally get through this, they'd be fine he figured. "Okay," their voice is soft, gentle fingers raising to caress the back of Orion's neck. "I believe you. There's nothing to worry about," he repeated, "I'm sorry, I've just... always so worried about how people perceive me... You included." @theknifeinyou

Orion understood where Ariel was coming from but really, he had no reason to worry. Orion honestly didn't care what people thought of him and it didn't matter if they liked him or not. "Not everyone is going to like someone and I've grown used to that. You have nothing to worry about, okay?"

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He's trying to navigate this as best as he can. He's aware of how obvious it is that this is his first time doing this, and whether he had told her or not, Miguel is sure she would've clocked it regardless. "I am more than happy to provide that for you," he tells her, nodding slowly, "I assume there's a payment schedule you need to follow with that—I'll make sure it's all in there before the dates and as for, everything else," he shrugs his shoulders ever so slightly, "you just tell me what you'd like to make monthly and that'll be that." It's not he's got much else he does with his money, anyway. "I just want to be sure this is gonna benefit you as much as it will me." He's already a little more relaxed than he was when she walked through the door, seemingly a reflection of the energy she brings—Miguel's shoulders aren't as tense or square as he speaks.

she’s actually relieved to hear he’s just as new to this as she is, some of the tension she was holding in her body retreating. she takes a sip of her latte as he speaks, the sugary warmth coating her throat. his words are comforting, she was a bit worried things would change once they met in person. she didn’t want this relationship to solely revolve around sex, as many of the other daddies wanted it to. it just wasn’t something she was interested in and miguel was the only one she had spoken to that didn’t make her feel pressured about it. her guard did stay up a little though, she knew she had to be careful regardless. “right, i’m more than happy to provide you with that.” she responds, one of her fingers gently stroking the cup in her hands. “i’m mainly doing this to help with my school fees — i’m studying at nyu and they’re not exactly very affordable,” she says with a small laugh. “help with rent and daily living expenses would help a lot too.”

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"Hi," again, the ghost of a smile finding its way onto her features. Gabi wasn't so sure her heart was beating anymore, she wasn't really sure about anything that was happening but she was so.... happy to feel him. As the world felt like it was closing around her, Jesus' face remained. Corazon. Heart. Love. What a way to go out, with love in her heart, with love by her side. Gabrielly's faint smile seemed to grow ever so slightly, and her eyes shut for a moment longer than would be considered a blink. "You... love... me?" The words spaced out, slow like the blinks that tried to keep her awake. She was trying to conserve her energy, though it was so much tougher than she ever could've imagined.

One very slow blink as she watched him close his eyes, her's shutting too. Gabi still couldn't make out what was going on around them, but she could hear his voice resounding, sounding like he wasn't alone, they weren't alone. It took a moment, but her once breathy respiration began to steady, the feeling in her limbs slowly returning, refreshing as if Gabi had taken a very long nap. Eyes slowly fluttered open to face the man features different from the last time she saw him, causing her breath to catch. "Chuy?" A question as she failed to blink again, eyes wide as she looked up at him, still laying in his arms. "...Chuy?" She could tell she was still alive, her heart beating rapidly the longer she looked at him.

Chuy now knew that things were so much more dire than he ever thought before, he knew that things were in a terrible spot and he knew that deep down this was all his doing. He hated his demon side, he fought for so long to keep this part hidden, pushed down and away, and now the one person he cared so deeply about was dying in his arms. "Hi." He whispered ever so softly in the girls ear, his voice just ever so soft and sweet, as he continued to gently caress her hair, the girls body clearly growing weaker and weaker, he knows what he has to do, and doesn't know exactly how it's going to happen.

"Corazon, I am here okay? Know whatever happens...I love you." Jesus whispers as he closes his eyes, his eyes now becoming darkened and black, black veins chasing up his arms up his neck, his teeth just ever so slightly sharpening. Jesus looked down at the girl at the precipice of death and placed a gentle hand on her chest, his power flowing through her, slowly closing the wound that was gushing blood, and the life blood slowly coming through to her, her cheeks growing ever so slightly a tinge of blush. He held her close, just hoping that this was working, but he could feel the darkness in his body closing in, and he couldn't let go just yet. "stay with me...' his voice a slight hint of a reverb to it. He was holding so still, as the girl lie in his arms.

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Nose crinkles as he chuckles a little, smiling soon after. "I'll make you one for your next drink," he assures her, "that way you'll be sure it's good." He can't help himself from being even the slightest bit flirty, though he's trying to ensure no lines are blurred. He has brought her here as on offer of friendship, he would hate for her to think he's doing this with second intentions—though the more he looks at her, he can't help but hope she might read it that way, might even be okay with it being the case (though it's not, intentionally). "Camping?" Antoni questions, brows raising as he holds himself back from offering to take her someday. He's never been the most professional boss and bring her here? That certainly was not professional, so he's not even sure if he's allowed to offer something like that, to lay it out on the table for her to decide. It seems like crossing a line a bit, but to be fair, Antoni's... never truly cared about crossing any lines before—before he owned the shop, before he met her. "It's fun, I think you'd like it, lots of nature." He switches his cup from one hand to the other, his free hand now running through his hair, "you do," he agrees. "Rusty's a people person, he'd love you." It's true, he knows that, and not just because Rusty does love anyone but also because Clara has such a nice, clean energy. "You really like it that much?" Antoni asks her as he makes a face, "you can be honest, we're not working here, I'm not—I'm not your boss here..." What an interesting thing to say. "I'm, uh, your friend." That's even more interesting. He takes a breath from that awful followthrough and smiles again, "I didn't know you drew." He's looking at her in admiration, "I bet it's great, I think you just don't wanna say so 'cause you don't wanna share it with anyone. Which is fine, but I would've liked to see it."

a giggle falls from her lips in response to his reaction to her drink. “sure,” she responds, taking his cup from him and lifting to her lips. the bubbly sweetness coats her tongue, the tang of the alcohol making her crinkle her nose a little. “i should have made that instead,” she passes the cup back to the other. she was finally opening up, the worries in her head beginning to fall silent. she leans against the kitchen counter as antoni speaks, her eyes glued to him. god, he was so beautiful. she’d noticed it many times before but there was something about the hazy party lighting that made it even more noticeable. she continues to sip on her drink, eyes becoming a little glassy. “really? that sounds so fun. i’ve always wanted to try it but never had the chance to. i definitely need to meet this rusty of yours, he sounds adorable.” she smirks. “honestly i spend most of my time at the shop. that sounds pretty lame but i enjoy it, it doesn’t feel like a job at all.” throwing herself into her work was the perfect distraction from the other things that were going on. she felt safe at the shop, something she didn’t exactly feel elsewhere. there was always the risk of her ex popping up and confronting her which was something the female was anxious about. it was part of the reason she spent so much time inside and cooped up in her apartment. it was something she missed, being so carefree and unafraid. it was crazy how one person could change so much about another. “i’ve been sketching a lot recently though, not anything very good but still.”

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Shoulders shrugged ever so gently, and Aspen offered him a smile. "I dunno," she said, "I think you're nice." Kind of, anyway—nice enough to make her not feel so lost in the sea of bodies—eyes roaming as she seemed to lose focus in him.

Aspen laughed, nodding, "uh, yeah, no it's not my thing—my sister's like, obsessed with it, I guess I thought more people would get the reference." Truth. Aspen couldn't even recall having watching any of the films, still in disbelief that she'd said that. Her tongue ran along the inside of her cheeks as she looked at him, "that's good to know."

She nodded at his question, "technically, yeah, though there's like, a whole hierarchy of what most people consider professional—" Though, yes Aspen was very much a professional figure skater. She had worked her whole life to ensure she could say that. She raised her cup to her lips in order to shut up, before nearly choking at his response. Was it possible she thought that was... charming? "That sounds like a super fake job," Aspen smiled, "and you're not even being really good at it right now 'cause you're out here with me."

Ches chuckled softly before shaking his head. "Now definitely don't think that's how anyone would describe me." he teased back. Sure, he was being nice. She'd looked like a lost deer at the party before he'd swooped in, but he wasn't about to say so, instead he just kept his usual smirk and shrugged his shoulders. The bright blush on her pale skin was noticeable and it was endearing. His brows raised slightly at her explanation. He was sure he'd heard of it but it wasn't something he was familiar with. Then it clicked and he laughed aloud. "Is that the 'Luke father' thing?" he asked with another laugh. "Neva seen it." he admitted with a shrug of his shoulders before he shook his head. "Sure don't." he offered as his smirk returned. CT's brows rose slightly at her answer. He didn't know what he'd been expecting, but it hadn't been that. "Like, professionally?" he asked curiously, unable to help his eyes from looking her up and down, allowing his mind to imagine her in one of those tiny sparkly outfits that he'd seen on tv. Another chuckle left his lips at how she phrased the question and his shoulders shrugged as he inhaled from the joint, holding it for a moment before blowing the smoke to the side rather than in her face. "Oh, you hit the nail on the head, love. That's me job title. CT: Avid Party Goer" he teased with a smirk as he brought the joint to his lips once again.

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The only think that made Dawn kind of nervous was going to a party. She wasn't exactly the most outgoing of her siblings and any kind of party made Dawn a little uneasy, but getting a few drinks in her would certainly help with that as well.

Dawn never did much to get ready and essentially, she was just in a different version of her typical outfit when Brock picked her up. When they arrived at the party, she observed the sea of people in the home, making her way into the kitchen as Brock led her. Dawn looked up at the man as he posed the question, brown eyes showing signs of pride in the choice she had made. "Uh, whatever's fine, whatever's strongest," she requested. If she was going to this, she was going to start of strong.

Brock didn't mind if Dawn wanted to treat it all like a transaction; after all, that just made it easier for him. Most of his interactions with women were transactional anyway, they just didn't know it because it was covered up with flirting and pleasantries, but if he didn't have to put in that extra effort and still got to reap the rewards, he certainly wasn't going to complain. "Perfect." he agreed with a nod.

The man agreed to pick her up in a few hours, and unlike his usual, he was right on time. When they got to the party, he set his hand to the small of her back and led her to the kitchen where the drinks were. Turning to face her, his usual smirk found his lips. "What do you like to drink?"

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He made a wounded face at her, though Gray's smile could barely hide behind it all. "You're making it really hard for me to defend myself," Gray joked lightly, head shaking at her. "S'almost like you got all these good points." Shoulders shrugged a little as he took a moment to look Quinn over. "Ah, well, I dunno, I'on't think I need to be an arse all that much, anymore." Truth, as having her around had slowly changed his perception of things. "Uh, no," he shook his head, though he had considered a change of heart on their initial agreement, "no promises—that's all fine with me. I'd rather neither of us make promises we can't keep."

"Nope, you're giving them all the ammo on your own big boy," she grinned playfully before folding her arms across her chest. "Not on purpose, I just like the fact that you're a little pussy cat with me. Maybe it'll change later, never know Gray. I can make no promises - the same as you told me at the beginning of all this - no promises. Unless you've changed your stance on that and didn't inform me."