#where do I know you from?

[tgmsunmontue]

Where do I know you from? 1/10

Hangster crackfic. There are too many Jakes and Bradleys for Jake and Bradley to be dealing with. Or the Universe is just as fed up with them being blind.

                Jake looks up and does a double take, because that definitely looks like Rooster walking into the Hard Deck, except he’s not got a moustache. And sure, he could have shaved it off in the few hours since Jake saw him, however the fact that the upper lip is also tanned tells him that it’s actually very unlikely that this is Rooster. He narrows his eyes suspiciously.

                Weird.

                “Hey Jake…”

                Jake blinks. He’s not used to being called Jake. Not in a very long time, and not by people outside his family. This is very fucking odd.

                “Rooster…”

                “What? Where?”

                Okay. That’s not normal.

                “What’s your name?”

                Maybe Bradshaw has a twin brother he failed to mention.

                Or a doppelganger.

                Or this is a pod person.

                “Oh, are we roleplaying? Okay then, hi sailor, I’m Bradley Bradshaw, you in town for long? Don’t give me shit about my name. It’s why I’m taking yours when we get married, remember?”

                “When we what now?” Jake asks, eyebrow shooting up.

                “Jake, are you okay?”

                “Uh. No?” Jake says, because actually, he really isn’t.

                “Wait… you’re not my Jake.”

                “Your Jake?”

                “Yeah. My Jake. Huh. This is weird.”

                “You’re telling me,” Jake mutters, taking a quick look at his beer to double check that it is actually beer and not suddenly morphed into anything that would induce hallucinations of different versions of his colleague.

                Right.

                Because that’s how he thinks of Rooster.

                “I think I need a drink,” Rooster says, and he’s pulling out his wallet and heading to the bar, greeting Penny like he knows her and Jake isn’t sure what the fuck is going on.

                Then there’s another Rooster. Bradshaw? walking towards him and this one has a moustache, but is wearing a fucking business suit and he’s seen Rooster in formal suits, but not civilian wear and he’s starting to feel like there is something seriously wrong. A big something. Also what the fuck is he meant to call them all? They can’t all be Rooster. Or Bradshaw. Or even Bradley. Not that he’s ever called him Bradley, except in the tiniest corner of his brain in the early hour of the morning when he could deny it to even himself.

                “Oh! A piano! I haven’t played in ages…”

                Now Jake knows that’s a lie, because Rooster was here just last night, and Jake had been maudlin while watching his fingers tickling the ivory as he wondered if he’d ever get those fingers on him. He likes Rooster’s fingers a lot. Rooster One has drifted towards Rooster Two, is offering him a drink from his bottle of beer and they both looking at him and shaking their heads and Jake bristles a little at the looks on their faces, because they’re clearly not happy or impressed with him and he can’t help but be annoyed by that fact.

                “Hey. There are two of me here already,” a voice sounding identical to Bradley Bradshaw says, and he’s making himself comfortable in the chair beside Jake. This Rooster looks like his Rooster as well, apart from the glasses, which he has to admit kind of suit him, then again it would take a lot to make Bradley Bradshaw look unattractive.

                “You can see them too?”

                “Yep. And I’m thinking you’re the common denominator here. You’re not my Jake. You’re very close though. My Jake has a higher rank than you.”

                Jake blinks, a little incensed that this Rooster is also comparing him to another version of himself and he’s somehow lacking.

                “Fuck you too,” he mutters, and instead of throwing a punch this Rooster just laughs at him, gives him a flirty wink and nudges his shoulder with his own before ordering a beer and pointing at Jake.

                “Put it on his tab…”

                Penny raises an eyebrow and Jake shrugs helplessly, wonders if she’s seen weirder shit than three clones turn up in her bar.

                “Don’t worry, you’re still plenty pretty…”

                “And you’re an ass in every universe,” Jake snarks back and a sudden look of understanding or realization comes over Rooster Three’s face.

                “Alternate Universes…”

                “What?”

                “We’re all from Alternate or Parallel Universes. We’ve somehow slipped into your one. Question is, why?”

                “Fucked if I know…” Jake mutters, getting annoyed and taking a sip of his drink.

                Then the fourth Rooster walks in, wearing leather pants and has two full sleeves of ink and Jake just blinks, not even sure what to say or do. The third Rooster has gone over and introduced himself, is asking about Fourth Rooster’s tattoos like this is some kind of learning experience or conference and Jake thinks he’s starting to lose touch with reality.

                What the fuck is happening?

PART TWO

[druid-for-hire]

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

[stil-lindigo]

Bisan is calling for another global strike!

I saw some posts just outlining Jan 21st, and wanted to clarify that Bisan has called for a full seven days of action.

What a global strike would look like is:

calling in sick to work

purchasing bare essentials ahead of the week so you can observe the general boycott of goods / buying as little as you genuinely can

putting in a concerted effort to elevate Palestinian voices and make it clear that this strike is in support of a permanent ceasefire!

For those who will have to purchase necessary goods during this time, please observe the brands that the BDS movement is asking us to boycott!

♢♢♢

Right now is also a good time to mention some better uses for your money during this week.

Available e-sims in Gaza are running low!!

Mirna El Helbawi and her team are working round the clock to continue to connect Palestinians as Israel does its best to cut them off from the rest of the world.

You can learn how to purchase and send e-sims here, and below you’ll find a list of what is currently needed (the areas in brackets indicate what region you should select to buy e-sims in).

--

CareforGaza is an organisation that does verifiably good work, distributing supplies directly to Palestinian families.

They have a Gofundme set up at the moment, but because of Gofundme’s poor track record regarding refusing to transfer funds to Palestinians, I’d recommend continuing to donate directly to their PayPal here.

Good luck to all of you. Don't turn away from Palestine!

[millionsknives]

YAYYY YIPPEE WAHOO・ﾟ:*☆ヽ(＾▽＾)人(⌒◡⌒ )ﾉ☆*:・ﾟ

[time-to-write-and-suffer]

I love how on Tumblr, "media literacy" has become "Um, just because someone writes about this doesn't mean they're endorsing this. I hate all these media puritans ruining everything."

I'm sad to inform you that knowing when and whether an author is endorsing something, implying something, saying something, is also part of media literacy. Knowing when they are doing this and when they're not is part of media literacy. Assuming that no author has ever endorsed a bad thing is how you fall for proper gander. It's not media literacy to always assume that nobody ever has agreed with the morally reprehensible ideas in their work.

Sometimes, authors are endorsing something, and you need to be aware when that happens, and you also need to be aware when you're doing it as an author. All media isn't horny dubcon fanfic where you and the author know it's problematic IRL but you get off to it in the privacy of your brain. Sometimes very smart people can convince you of something that'll hurt others in the real world. Sometimes very dumb people will romanticize something without realizing they're doing it and you'll be caught up in it without realizing that you are.

Being aware of this is also media literacy. Being aware of the narrative tools used to affect your thinking is media literacy. Deciding on your own whether you agree with an author or not is media literacy. Enjoying characters doing bad things and allowing authors to create flawed or cruel characters for the sake of a story is perfectly fine, but it is not the same as being media literate. Being smug about how you never think an author has bad intentions tells me you're edgy, not that you're media literate. You can't use one rule to apply to all media. That's not how media literacy works. Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Aheem heem. Anyway.

[justarandomart]

fine! i drew it! now i can rest and also die of shame

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[egophiliac]

tsum events really are just the best, huh

[artkaninchenbau]

People keep on asking for more Baby Robin and Papadile so here is more Baby Robin and Papadile. Now never ask anything from me ever again

[honehonn3honey]

Birthday boy 🎂

[tgmsunmontue]

Where do I know you from? 7/10

Hangster crackfic. There are too many Jakes and Bradleys for Jake and Bradley to be dealing with. Or the Universe is just as fed up with them being blind.

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX

This one is a little bit of an emotional rollercoaster. Uh. *runs*

PART SEVEN

                Rooster has called Maverick over and they’re both staring down at the phone Rooster is holding in his hand, finger flicking through what are clearly pictures and Jake decides to give them some privacy. Heads over to where several versions of himself are talking to Roosters Three and Five, wonders if he should ask the versions of himself if they have any photos of their kids. He can’t miss kids he’s never known though, not like Rooster might miss his parents. Three and Five are glancing toward Rooster and Maverick as well and he wonders if maybe multiple Roosters might want to see the pictures, and that makes him feel bad for Rooster, and even worse about the time he’d brought up his dead father.

                “You this Universes’ Jake?” a different Jake asks him, sitting beside him, and Jake nods, allows himself to clink their glasses together as he takes a sip of the drink Six made him.

                “Ah, which one do you belong to?” Jake asks, not sure how he’s going to track the versions of himself when he has lost track of most of the Roosters, although the fact that a few have simply not disappeared has helped. How do you make small talk with yourself?

                “I’m with that one,” this Jake says, and he gestures with his glass toward Rooster Six, who catches him looking and gives the Jake beside him the sweetest look it makes his heart ache and also feel like he’s intruding on a private moment.

                “Oh. Cool,” Jake says, and then Rooster Six is coming closer.

                “It was a nice idea, thinking he might like to see photos,” Rooster Six says, and Jake shrugs, because that hadn’t been his intention. He’d thought Rooster could just ask questions. On that thought…

                “What are his, uh, your parents like?”

                “They’re great. Ridiculously in love and over the top. Mav is worse though, but between my parents and Ice they keep him in line. I’m glad to see Natasha here as well, that I’ve got my best friend by my side in this universe.”

                “Yeah, you guys are pretty tight,” Jake muses. “What about you, his parents like you?” Jake asks himself, ignores the roll of eyes Rooster Six makes.

                “Yep. They like me. One big weird combined family, and Phoenix combined with my three sisters? They make our lives hell and we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

                “You have three sisters?” Jakes asks, surprised, because he has three sisters. Well. Had. He hadn’t thought about the possible similarities between universes, only the differences, and he wonders briefly how Three and Five are going with their spreadsheet.

                “Yeah. What’s your damage?” Other Jake asks.

                “Katie, Laura and Ivy?” Jake asks, forcing his voice not to break, and fuck, he hasn’t thought this through.

                “Yeah! Holy shit! You have three sisters too.”

                “Just two now,” Jake admits.

                The other Jake looks horrified and close to tears and Jake grits his teeth. It’s been over ten years, but losing his baby sister to a drunk driver will never not hurt. Other Jake is pulling his phone out, tapping it slowly on the bar.

                “You want to see?”

                He doesn’t know. Laura is frozen in time in his head at seventeen but the idea of knowing she’s out there somewhere, alive and happy…

                “Who?”

                “Laura. Drunk driver hit her. She was seventeen.”

                “Oh shit…” Rooster Six says, then he’s coming around the bar and giving Jake a hug, other Jake is also hugging him, and he’s stiff at first, not expecting the contact but he relaxes into it.

                “Show me…”

                He sits between them as other Jake takes him through seeing pictures of Rooster’s family in another universe. Then his own family, one not fractured by Laura’s death and he sees nieces and nephews that don’t exist and he feels raw suddenly, like someone has taken a meat grinder to his insides. Their families are obviously intertwined, Phoenix sitting with his sisters, his dad standing by Maverick and Admiral Kazansky and grilling, his mom and what can only be Rooster’s mom sitting back with glasses of wine in their hands. And Laura, older than he’s ever seen her but no less beautiful and alive. So alive and laughing and giving the finger in the photos and Jake’s heart aches.

                He chances a quick glance over to where Rooster and Maverick are still sitting, they’re both wiping at their eyes and Jake isn’t sure how they’re feeling, whether he’s done a good thing or not by introducing them to Six. Of course, he had no idea that he was going to be able to whip out a phone full of photos but he’s glad he’s had a chance to see some other version of his sister alive and happy. He sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, swallows and lets out the breath slowly, centering himself and he slides the phone back to his other self.

                “So what do you do? In your universe?”

                “I’m a professional computer hacker.”

                “What?”

                “He works in cyber security,” Rooster Six interjects, rolling his eyes affectionately at the other Jake.

                “Oh,” Jake says, not really sure what to do with that exactly, although at least computer hacker sounds interesting.

                “Can you… just tell her I love her and miss her.”

                “Yeah. Of course.”

                “Thanks.”

                They sit in silence for a few minutes, the sounds of himself and Rooster talking surrounding him, although he can hear the others as well, and then he feels a hand clasp his shoulder.

                “Javy, hey,” other Jake greets and he hears Javy greet him back.

                “This is wild man, so many different versions of you. And I’m your best friend for nearly all of them.”

                “Yeah, that sounds right,” Jake says, because a world without Javy in it doesn’t sit right with him any more than a world without flying.

                “You know I’m the best best-friend…” Javy says loudly, then he’s dropping to lean against the bar, eyes flicking to Rooster Six and the other Jake. “So what has you guys all looking like you’re at a funeral?”

                “Was just looking at photos of Laura. She’s alive where they’re from.”

                “Oh shit… you okay man?”

                “I will be,” Jake mutters and lets himself receive another hug, this time from Javy, which feels a lot more familiar.

                Maverick has gone behind the bar, his arms around Penny and she’s stroking his back and Jake’s too far away to hear anything, but he’s pretty sure she’s torn between consoling him and being annoyed about something and he glances behind him. Rooster Ten and Fifteen, with the Jakes he’s going to assume are also Ten and Fifteen are making out, although he’s going to assume they’ve swapped, because no one is disappearing and they are far beyond the simple kissing stage. He stands and pushes against the bar, heads over quickly.

                “Okay. You guys need to go and get a hotel room or something. Penny has a strict no orgy policy in place…”

                “You sure you don’t want to join us? The more the merrier you know?”

                “No. I’m good thanks. You four have fun though,” Jake says, and he’s glad he has something else to think about.

                “Oh we will…”

                “Come on, get out of here.”

                “Where are they going?” Rooster asks, coming up beside him, watching them leave and his eyes are red from crying. Or maybe the effort of not crying. He doesn’t know. His own eyes probably look the same but he can’t bring himself to care.

                “Away. And then hopefully further away.”

                “Uh. Okay?”

                “What were those Jakes like with you?” Jake asks out of curiosity.

                “Fine.”

                “Really? Huh.”

                “Why, were the Bradley’s so different from me?”

                Jake turns to look at him slowly, mouth pursed in thought, not really sure if he wants to go there, because those Roosters had been fine, but they’d also somehow been different from the Rooster standing in front of him.

                “Pretty sure you wouldn’t proposition me for an orgy with multiple versions of ourselves…” Jake says, because while he doesn’t think Rooster would do it, he doesn’t actually know him that well.                                 “What? Really?”

                “Yeah. You okay? I didn’t know they’d be able to show you photos. Sorry if that fucked with your head or something.”

                “I – no. I’m kind of freaked out. But it was good, seeing photos you know? Hard. But good.”

                Jakes nods silently, because yeah, he gets that. Hard, but good. He looks around again, can see so many versions of himself paired up with another version of Rooster and it makes something twist inside him, makes him wonder what the whole point of this is. Then he spies a version of himself sitting alone, nursing a glass of something amber colored and he frowns, looks around again and does a head count.

                Fifteen Roosters left.

                Sixteen Jakes.

                Fuck.

PART EIGHT

[uncharted-constellations]

Them, your honor

Anyways thank you echoes for giving poor a-ttp link a rest

[xxplastic-cubexx]

this_is_stupid.mp4

[choccy-milky]

sometimes you gotta lure your overly-studious ravenclaw gf into spending time with you 🥰 📚 ( from 'Every Teardrop is a Waterfall' by Kat_12739 on ao3, GO READ IT!!! the first story is about seb falling sick and still pushing himself/not admitting he's sick until he ends up in the hospital, the second story is about the birth of seb and clora's daughter and seb's reaction to clora almost dying in childbirth, and the third is about dealing with a fussy newborn lewis😭🥹THEY'RE SO GOOD AND SWEET AND SOMEWHAT SAD (not to mention beautifully written) so go check it out!!💖💖 )

[nancywheeeler]

hopeless time loop. the way out isn’t to save everyone. the way out isn’t to save even one person. the way out isn’t to change anything. the way out is accepting how it happened the first time is how it always will be. that’s how you acted, that’s how they acted, that’s how you would have acted every time if you weren’t given the curse of hindsight. the way out is accepting you can’t fix the past; you can only forgive yourself for it.

[will-of-dumpsterfire]