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@rjam9

name’s Jam | they/them | triple-a battery | canadian | multifandom fanfic writer | i suffer from media brainrot on the daily and i am going to make it everybody else’s problem
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suffering through trying to make this

hello hello!

my name is Jam (they/them) and i’ve been a lurker on here for years, but only finally got an account now when the pop-ups got too much for me. if i get anymore now i will start biting people.

anyways, i do writing and art sometimes, and not much else. pretty much into anything so you’ll see a lot of pieces of media pass through here, because this is my house and the way i deal with media brainrot is by becoming obsessed with it. however, do not repost or remix anything original i post on here or else i will kill you.

let me know if i accidentally reblog from someone shitty bc i don’t pay attention. i am also using mobile so forgive me for any weird text things. i am about to kill someone.

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where else to find me:

ao3: RJam9

twitter: racheljam9

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#Jam’s stuff - any original content of mine like fic and art

#Jam’s ramblings - any other original posts of mine

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my fanfic masterpost (which i try to keep updated)

#Jam’s ramblings
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sleepchokin
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beanskelly

It is Disability Pride month and I think it’s time to bring this comic from April back

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reverseteehee

this comic reminds me of the sentiment that “everyone is gay now” but you know what else is on the rise? left handed-ness. and do you know WHY? because we have started to allow kids to write with whatever hand feels comfortable. we’re not taping people’s hands to desks or other horrible stuff.

it’s not that there are “more” people who are queer or autistic or whatever nowadays, it’s that people are actually being allowed to write with their “correct hand” (if you catch my drift)

#serious stuff
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sleepchokin

toxins and sludge toxins and sludge im a little lad who loves toxins and sludge

#shitpost
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gemma-nye
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gemma-nye

Hate to be that guy but I’d find it so funny if the Bentley suffering a series of tragic and comedic deaths turns into a running joke like the mystery machine in scooby doo

#good omens
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saretton
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saretton

I absolutely adore Muriel and how you can see she totally practiced for her mission (and her very first time!! Exciting!!) on Earth. Like, the "Heeeellohellohello!". The "What's all this then?". The politeness, something that Aziraphale, as the most (and probably the only) British of angels, certainly appreciates. When Aziraphale opens the bookshop door and greets her with a slightly bewildered "Good morning, officer" and invites her in for tea, you can see that sweet, radiant baby angel is definitely thinking, "I'm getting a good grade in human police officer impersonating, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve"... You're doing great, lil cinnamon roll 💕🧡🌻

#good omens#good omens s2#go muriel
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sleepchokin
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ruelogy

that one post about immortals having to keep track of their belongings but with good omens. crowley loses his journal some time in the 1900s. it’s full of him waxing poetic about aziraphale but he just figures it ended up in a ditch somewhere, nothing to worry about.

until aziraphale invites him to a new exhibition and they’re both staring down multiple transcripts of pages in what is unmistakably his handwriting talking about ‘my angel’ and ‘that beautiful, infuriating bastard’ and ‘i’ve loved him since eden and i fear i’ll love him until armageddon’

#good omens#go crowley#go aziraphale#museum guide: the author even says here “nothing i could get make in the sky could compare to you —”#crowley: we have to go right now immediately
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llovelymoonn
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llovelymoonn
on love, food, and the world ending

joy harjo perhaps the world ends here \\ @ryebreadgf

kofi

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keplercryptonomica

[id: two photos of black text on a white background. the first reads “Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.” the second is labeled with the title “End-times at an Italian restaurant,” and reads “In a way, we were lucky. How many people are given the small sharp grace of seeing the end arriving? All day after the night we agreed to let the flood in, you held me desperately close — hand closing over wrist, your steady body drifting unsteadily towards me in the doldrums of conversation. You planted a kiss in my hair on the tram stop. I was doing my best impression of someone who knows how to let things go. Here’s the thing: all the words my hands have ever known are hold & cling & clutch. Over my carbonara, gripping my negroni glass, I was trying not to think about the terrifying vastness of my love for you. I read somewhere that the Atlantic is so wide that you could dip the Moon in it with ease. My love for you could swallow the Moon whole three times over. I would let it, too, if it meant you could stay” / end id]

#web weaving