#the shuffle wasnt shuffling

[enfleures]

tagged by the lovely @sabrinstudies (maybe literally 2 years ago) but i thought this might be fun

rules: set your entire music library to shuffle and report the first ten tracks that pop up, then tag ten people to do this!

1. all the good girls go to hell - billie eilish

2. wait for it - h.e.r.

3. location - khalid

4. idontwannabeyouanymore - billie eilish

5. we find love - daniel caesar

6. coaster - khalid

7. angels - khalid

8. ultralight beam - cub sport

9. pray - sam smith

10. little rowboat - daniel caesar

i tag: @luthiest @stuhde @shlrleystudies @ronanlynch @castudies @productivityrocks (if y’all wanna do this ofc) + anyone else who feels like it <3

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Ok well i had the brief thought “what about an ER nurse Eddie au?” and then this popped fully formed into existence so fuck it Friday pt 2.. warnings for smoking and vague references to critically injured kids

“That doesn’t seem very healthy.”

Smoke curls up from the cigarette held loosely in Eddie’s hand. “It’s not, particularly.”

Buck’s hands are in his pockets as he strolls away from the glass doors out into the ambulance bay where Eddie is doing the mature, professional equivalent of playing hide and seek. He comes to a stop barely a foot or two away from where Eddie leans against grimy concrete. “Didn’t know you were a smoker.”

“I’m not,” Eddie sighs, “Particularly.” He looks over Buck’s face as he takes a drag, cataloging bruises and cuts. He hadn’t been the one to look him over before he was discharged, probably because he was out here avoiding having to do so. “Only when it’s- only after the bad shifts.” And only once a month, even if the bad shifts come again and again. He bought this pack in January, it’s stale as shit.

Buck’s eyes follow the smoke as it drifts skyward. “Rough one today?”

Eddie thinks he probably doesn’t have to explain to Buck that it’s sometimes better when a kid is dead on arrival so he doesn’t have to try his best to administer care he knows will be useless. He doesn’t have to explain a day where nothing goes right and he loses more people than he can save and he still has to walk away from someone’s parent or wife or sister, left behind forever in a waiting room on the worst day of their life, and go on to lose the next person too. Doesn’t have to explain why he’s out here, and not in there. “Mm. We’ve got this repeat customer, always hate to have him back.”

Buck’s eyes flick to his face before they settle somewhere around his elbow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. He seems like a nice guy. I worry about him. He’s here too often.”

Buck doesn’t look up. “What was he in for this time?”

“Minor concussion. Bruising. Lacerations.” Eddie sucks cancer into his lungs. “Heard a house fell on him.” Exhales it into the night.

Buck does look up this time, eyes a darker blue out here in the shadows. “Part of a house. Just a staircase and the- like, the balcony, really.”

“Maybe he should stay away from those.”

“From houses?” Buck asks, half his mouth twitching into a smile.

Eddie rests his head on the wall behind him. “Guess that’s not really practical.”

“No.” Buck is quiet for a moment, one hand slipping out of his pocket and running through his hair. Eddie wonders what he looks like, when he’s not here. He’s more styled, sometimes, when things aren’t very bad. He wonders if he’s usually all gelled up and neat. Eddie kind of likes the loose curls. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Making your day worse.” Buck looks genuinely apologetic, and Eddie shakes his head.

“The guy made it out okay this time.” Buck is just close enough that Eddie can kick at his boot with his sensible orthopedic sneaker. “You didn’t even need stitches.”

“That’s good.” Eddie’s left foot is pressed along the inside of Buck’s right, and Buck is staring down at them. “His favorite nurse was on break. I would have missed you if someone else had to do them.”

Eddie laughs, just a few bursts of soundless oxygen. “You gotta find new ways to see me before something happens that I can’t fix.”

Buck moves, taking the few steps necessary to lean against the wall beside him. Carefully, he takes the cigarette from Eddie’s hand, holds it between two of his own fingers, and takes a drag. Eddie watches it happen like he’s monitoring somebody’s pulse ox, and when Buck coughs he laughs again, louder this time. “Fuck,” Buck says, laughing too. “Thought that would be cooler than it was.”

“Smoking isn’t cool, firefighter Buckley,” Eddie says, taking the cigarette back and pulling from it again between smiling lips.

“Hm,” Buck says, grinning out into the night. Then he sighs, and rolls his head along the concrete to look at Eddie. “I think there’s nothing you can’t fix.”

They’re very close. “There’s lots I can’t fix.”

Buck shrugs like he disagrees. “I also think I’d like to find other ways to see you.”

Buck’s eyes are even more in shadow at this angle, and they’re the color of the lake back in El Paso that he and a bunch of kids went to after graduation, drunk off beer somebody’s cousin got for them, skinny dipping with breathless terrified delight under bright constellations. “Then ask me.”

Buck inhales as Eddie exhales. “What time’s your shift end?”

“5:30 AM. So, probably 6:15.”

Buck traces the two fingers he’d used to hold the cigarette down Eddie’s arm. “You wanna get breakfast with me?”

“Yes. I would.”

Buck smiles, and Eddie snubs out the cigarette on the wall between them. “I’ll meet you here?”

“Alright.” He takes a step forward, then a step to the right so he’s standing in front of Buck. “Two hours.”

“Uh huh.”

He should really get back inside. They’re understaffed, as always, and there are too many patients, as always, and not enough beds, as always. “See you then.” He doesn’t make any move to leave.

“See you then,” Buck almost whispers. He leans forward, and Eddie still doesn’t move, so he presses a tiny kiss to the corner of his mouth for just a moment. His lips are warm. Eddie hadn’t noticed it was cold outside.

Buck pulls back and leans against the wall again. Eddie smiles, puts a hand in his pocket, and walks back toward the doors.

[voltdragoon]

Me: I dunno spotify I just feel real low

my spotify, infected with a virus that makes it constantly recommend electro swing: would some electro swing help

[oopsalltes]

☀️[lorepost]

[kibbycore]

I have trouble regressing when I'm on the computer too much. Watching movies is kinda fine, but playing games and being on the computer were always severely limited activities when I was a kid, so it makes sense. However, I can't help but think of that one post going around therian/otherkin tumblr that was like "you don't feel connected to your theriotype because you aren't touching grass. You don't feel like a fox because you're scrolling social media all day next to your gaming computer. Go outside and touch a leaf and see how you feel then"

[coriander-candlesticks]

I've felt like I should check in with Apollo the past few days and finally managed to clear enough space on my floor to feel alright with breaking out the tarot deck again so I did! Lit his candle, said as as formal a prayer as I could muster beforehand, asked Hermes to help with communication, the whole shebang. For further context: I've been wanting to ask Aphrodite something specific (also via tarot, it's the most grounding tool I've got) but I only have the one deck at the moment and, while I've used it to ask Hermes about things in tandem with Apollo, and Aphrodite introduced herself via it (with a card that also introduced Apollo), I wasn't sure if it would be cool for me to use it to ask her specifically something not in direct tandem with Apollo. I mentioned that in the prayer but also said that that might be a question for a different session, since trying to get an answer to that (on top of the general "hey how are we doing/do you have anything you want me to learn") might muddy my ability to understand the message.

Cue twelve cards falling out of my deck/poking out while I was shuffling. I usually pull ~3 cards on top of whatever falls out, but I ended up not feeling like it was needed. Seven of them fell out face-up, too.

Despite having some concerns about whether all of the cards were "supposed" to be pulled, it was pretty coherent! And covered quite a few things I've been thinking about recently, including sorting out anxiety vs a warning/displeasure, a follow-up of a card that was the focus of my last pull, and a reminder to look at outside/intellectual sources to combat the whatever-the-fuck-my-brain's-on. There were four cards that fell out face-up together in a pile: a card I associate with Apollo at the front and one associated with Artemis (the Moon) at the back, with cards related to unity & growth in the middle. I'd had a pretty bad experience attempting an offering to Artemis last month and have stepped back and avoided asking her for anything or specifically invoking her in prayers/offerings/etc. since (except for once when it involved a pregnant friend b/c it seemed odd and tbh a little disrespectful to ask Apollo for help and not her as well) because I took it as a sign that she didn't want me to work with her. I'm also aware, though, that that bad experience could have just been a meltdown/panic attack. Regardless of whether it was either of those two things, a "hey slow down" warning, or a combination, it was nice to have some clear reassurance & an official introduction. It's also significant, I think, that part of the Moon card's message is about not letting anxiety/"self-deception" (direct from the guide) cloud your intuition. I've been wanting to burn the candle I dedicated to her for a few days now- it's possible that was a sign from her as well.

As far as the deck-use question...the first card that fell out was the Empress (face-up, reversed). My initial thought was that it was a "no", but I decided to look at the meaning in case it wasn't that which was. probably a bad idea. It freaked me out a bit because I couldn't figure out what it was referring to. I ended up using my alphabet oracle tiles for a makeshift yes/no system after finishing with all the other cards and got clear confirmation that my instinct was, in fact, correct.

All in all it was really cool?? By far the most cards I've had in one pill iirc, and a good lesson in identifying how my intuition works.

[swampgallows]

im sad he never got a unique model in shadowlands like i know they can choose their appearance or whatever (per lady vashj being naga instead of kaldorei) so garrosh couldve just had himself have the tusks or whatever but then why give him the jonah in the whale castaway fit in the cinematic just to take it away. i wanted him lookin like a roided 40 sumn oliver twist at dormazain's house. tatter that mans pants NOW

[idiotsyncratic0]

you just know surge would blast tf outta ATC

[shinzoku]

Thinking about how in 2019 I saw a doctor because I couldn't breathe and they told me I was fat. So I started trying to work on it but after camping I went to urgent care because I quite literally couldn't breathe. Of course I made an appointment with the doctor and they kept telling me I'm fat so I went to an asthma specialist later and had to be put on steroid inhalers for almost a year because my lungs were so shredded and destroyed. Then in 2021 I saw the doctor because my ear was clogged and they did the water tube treatment thing but she had looked at me with such disgust and disdain while doing it I thought I did something wrong. Now my ear doctor that I had to seek out specially because they said my ear problems are because I'm fat(?) and had allergies (and then they tried to sell me an mlm allergy cure all) said that the bad ear cleaning possibly led to a 3 year long raging ear infection I thought was allergies this whole time. And now I might have permanent hearing loss in my ear.

Needless to say I stopped going there ages ago but man... they were pretty alright up until about 2020.

[poststhatcrackmyegg]

Guess who just beat Pokerogue for the first time !!!!!!!!

[microwavedelivery]

Guys I need a consensus no questions asked, first one or second one

[baileycatarina]

Remembered that I got Super into IV breeding in Pokemon xy in like, 2013-2014 so I could do online competitive battles (a thing I never did despite going through the hassle of fully training up a team) and one of those Pokemon I was gonna use was a Dusknoir.

I planned out its nature and moveset and got to breeding. The thing is, I planned this moveset around the move Curse, a unique move that either a) cuts the user's HP my half an inflicts curse status if you're a ghost type, or b) raises your attack and defense but lowers your speed if you're any other type.

I based this moveset on scenario b. On a Dusknoir. A ghost type. Where Curse will always be scenario a.

I did not realize my mistake until I had fully IV bred, nature shuffled, EV trained, and evolved it. This is a process that took literal days. I don't know how I made that mistake and I don't know how I didn't notice it sooner.

I cannot express to you how genuinely mad I was.

[fortheturnstiles]

tagged by @charlestrask to shuffle my on repeat playlist & post some songs for ppl to vote on their favorite :-) yippee

i will tag .. @northcountrymaid @hoppkorv @chicken-delight @mellotronmkll 😁🫶🏻

[ooglywooglies]

toad from the other day

i know we are supposed to hate them bc pest but hes just a toad, normal toad, not his fault hes here he doesnt know where he is

[metaphors-and-cats]

i think taylor should add spelling is fun back into me! and make a separate me! (Unfun Version) for the haters