#kid shuffle

[patrickztump]

i think if fall out boy made a music video for the kintsugi kid and it was just a montage of band moments and highlights from 2013 to 2023 i would vomit blood because it’d hurt so bad. it’d feel like being stabbed in the stomach.

[heich0e]

atsumu's kids would be the type to call their mom by their name rather than title bc of atsumu

i personally am on the other side of this argument and am of the belief that atsumu's kids don't know their mother even HAS a government name because he strikes me as the type of guy to refer to his wife nearly exclusively as mama or ma after the babies are born (at least in their presence)

[v-poreons]

I haven't drawn Floyd that much take some warmups

[slutforpringles]

via visacashapprb

[poser-zombie]

got my mums ipod from 2006 working :3 (she also has one from 2000 but the one from 2006 has 8gb of storage but the one from 2000 only has 2gb) - I'm still in the process of putting stuff on it I have loads more songs to put on it :p

[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.

[aquaredhomestuckau]

[ hope you guys have your finest outfits on , because you four have just been invited to a very special party ! ]

hi what do you guys think

[lucy-moderatz]

wild horses couldn't drag me away

[thephilosophah]

dead shuffle

[raelyn-dreams]

The shuffle song being named "Ringing evil phone" is hilarious to me for all the obvious reasons, but also because of the fact that Ritsu speaks fluent English (Operetta). While I'd assume the rest of them got a translation, Ritsu almost 100% knows exactly how ridiculous that sounds from a full English perspective and decided to go with it because on god he needs to see how this turns out.

Every time he sings that title in a sexy whisper™️ along with four other people who Do Not Realize he probably thinks it's the absolute funniest shit and gleefully hopes Eichi is regretting ever approving this (meanwhile Tsukasa came to support his senior and is currently having an aneurysm in the front row).

[90s-2000s-barbie]

[siblingshuffle]

Sibling Shuffle: Meeting Yourself!

@afellocndn sent in an ask that I had thought about before but wasn’t going to make any drawings or anything about if no one was interested

But since you asked…

"So… you aren’t Copy Robot?"

"No… You aren’t, either?"

"Nuh-uh. …So, uh… what’s it like, uh…where you’re from?"

—————

The Rolls would probably have a lot to talk about. The two would probably end up being friends. Maybe SS!Roll would tell OG!Roll about some adventures she had, and OG!Roll might compare them to her brother’s. So, here’s SS!Roll showing OG!Roll her Megabuster.

"Copy Robot?!"

"Darkman?!"

"…what?"

"…what?"

"…I think we may have one another confused for someone else. I’m DLN-001: Rock Light, AKA Megaman. What about you?"

"…My name is Rock Light. And I’m model number DLN-001..."

"…Uh…Okay… Not the first time I’ve met another me before, haha! Are you from the future?"

"I…don’t think so?"

—————

It’s possible they mistake each other for Copy Robot and Darkman (respectively), but once they realize neither is there for a fight they’d get to talking. Rock is a sweet kid in both universes, but OG!Rock has a slightly different energy about him because he always had his family supporting him. And SS!Rock is a little bit different in terms of his internal systems, so OG!Rock’s attempts at making SS!Rock more comfortable might raise more questions in SS!Rock’s mind - particularly about how he is able to touch him without copying him lol

"…"

"…"

"…And I thought Sniper Joes were bad…"

"…Darkman?"

"How the heck did you reach that conclusion??? Darkman never copied me. I don’t know if he even could’ve."

"…Wait, is this another ‘meet yourself from another universe’ thing?"

"Probably."

—————

If introduced without context, OG!Blues, upon meeting SS!Blues, might also end up pointing a buster at him under the assumption that he was Darkman (which I doubt SS!Blues would’ve taken kindly). Neither are very social, and without anyone willingly leading the conversation I don’t know how they would interact from there. My best guess is that they wouldn’t know what to do with each other either lol

(Also!! Check out @forestlingincorporated’s comic strips. They’re really entertaining!)

Thanks for the ask, @afellocndn!

[puppyluver256]

the duality of man

[christakisbang]

stray kids dispatch photoshoot making - i.n

[x4nnyx666]