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tulsajazz · 2 years
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"Celebrating the Women of Jazz" An International Jazz Day Event! April 30, 2022 7 pm at The NSU Center for the Performing Arts!
“Celebrating the Women of Jazz” An International Jazz Day Event! April 30, 2022 7 pm at The NSU Center for the Performing Arts!
TulsaJazz.com and The Taylor Entertainment Group are thrilled to announce “Celebrating the Women of Jazz” performed by the NSU Jazz Ensemble under the direction of Dr. Clark Gibson, featuring Jazz Vocalist and National Recording Artist Cynthia Simmons. This is a free event! The program will feature music from some of the greats like Sarah Vaughan, Ella Fitzgerald, Nina Simone, and more. The…
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fieriframes · 2 years
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[CORNMEAL. CILANTRO. GOT IT. AND THEN WE'RE GONNA MIX THIS UP A LITTLE BIT. AND ROQUENTIN’S JAZZ SONG IS THE MODEL FOR THIS PROCESS. THAT'S A LOT OF WORK FOR A DANG TOFU BURGER. IT IS. THAT'S WHAT PEOPLE COME FOR. I FEEL HEALTHY JUST STANDING NEXT TO IT.]
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I LOVE THIS SO MUCH
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elafranco2024 · 1 year
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Jazz💕💕💕
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heymrstargazer · 11 months
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feel free to rb and tag w any others i just ran out of options
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zaikyart · 2 years
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Ya like jazz? meme T-Shirt by ZAIKYART
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ohdeerfully · 2 months
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Alastor and reader singing jazz songs together and then reader dips Alastor and he gets all flustered? Like maybe reader notices that Alastor is having a sad time (without frowning of course he always smiles) and sings to cheer him up and then they dance together. Just general fluff? Thanks for having open requests! Remember to drink water and eat a snack!
Yess yes!! My first request >:)) i hope this was fluffy enough and not TOO ooc!
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Them There Eyes
Alastor x Reader (fluff)
TW: None here (:
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You knew Alastor better than you would care to admit. How come you, of all people, could tell when that ever-prominent smile he held was more strained than usual? You always noticed when his ears twisted slightly back, and when his brows wrinkled with an emotion he would never admit to feeling.
Was it that you knew him and just noticed these things? Or did he allow himself to loosen up his usual chipper façade around you? You honestly weren’t really sure, but you were definitely sure that something was not right with him as you watched him from the doorway of the radio tower he seemed to frequent more often lately.
He sat with his back against a red and black couch with an eye-themed pillow, one leg kicked up over the other and gently bouncing as he stared dismissively at the papers in front of him. His hands absentmindedly tossed that cane of his between his hands. You knew he was aware of your presence, probably long before you even entered the room. One couldn’t really sneak up on the famed Radio Demon. It was just strange that he had yet to acknowledge your presence.
Both of his ears flattened the slightest millimeter, but that was enough of a sign for you to finally enter the room, carefully stepping yourself to the side of the couch. You tilted your head and balanced on one foot as you tried to angle your body oh-so-inconspicuously in his line of sight.
With a look at his face, you saw that smile of his still stood strong against his sour mood, although it was a tight grin. Almost like a grimace. You straightened yourself out again and sat down on the arm of the couch, carefully not to get too close. You knew he tended to get claustrophobic, especially in this sort of state.
“Alastor,” You spoke, trying to make him acknowledge your existence. You saw that strain in his lips get even tighter, obviously not thrilled at you interrupting his brooding time. You remained silent, gently looking at him and watching the smallest movements of his ears, his lips, his eyes…
Finally, his red eyes closed and he heaved a sigh.
“(Y/N), as much as I take pleasure in your company…” He trailed, thinking about whether or not to shoo you away or let himself be so vulnerable in front of you. He decided neither option, and you watched as his whole demeanor changed in an attempt to stick that gleeful façade of his back up. “What prompted you to grace my evening with your presence?”
You knew better, obviously, than to believe that gleeful look on his face, especially after witnessing the state he was in literal seconds ago.
You eyed his perky grin. And that twitch of some sort of emotion that broke the corner of his lip. This guy… you thought, with a mental roll of your eyes.
With a motion for permission, which was given, you scooted down off the arm and next to him. Your fingers tenderly interlaced with his.
“You know,” You began, looking around the room and coming up with a scheme that was sure to put him in better spirits. His eyes followed your every move, flicking away from your face every now and then to see if there was anything of interest that had caught your eyes. “...I was listening to some songs on that old radio you gave me.”
This piqued his interest quickly. You could tell in the way his head tilted and his eyes squinted quizzically at you.
“I’m glad you are enjoying the gift, dearest,” He responded. The buzz of radio frequency in his voice was noticeably less prominent than usual, but it still stuck a tickling sensation to your skin. A sensation that had grown to be more comforting than irritating. “I assume there was something you enjoyed, to be bringing it up all of the sudden?”
“Yes,” You nodded at his question, a small hum of a sigh escaping your lips as you worked up some courage. “Stay here.”
Alastor obliged as you stood and took off down the hall. You were back only minutes later with said radio carefully gripped between your fingers.
Of course, seeing as it was a gift from the Radio Demon, the majority of the music the radio played was old jazz music. It was fun background noise usually, though, so you had quickly learned how to tune and play the thing.
You gently turned a nob, and then another, adjusting the frequency and volume of the radio. Alastor watched, a slight hint of admiration in his gaze as you fiddled with the gift he had given you. He couldn’t help but feel a greedy sense of pride knowing you liked it so much.
A tune began to play through the black mesh front, and you tugged on Alastor’s hand as an upbeat band got straight to the point in their song. You noticed a glint in the demon’s eyes and a genuine smirk quirking his lips.
You held each other’s hands, loosely jerking your arms and stepping towards, away, towards each other to the rapid tempo of the song. Alastor seemed to recognize the song, likely something from his own life, as he sang along to the voice in the radio. You were able to join in with your own makeshift humming.
You felt your chest inflate with the joy of seeing that genuine smile return to his face, and that recognizable crinkle in his eyes that you knew meant he wasn’t just putting up his usual front. Those eyes of his made your stomach flutter, especially when they looked down at you with a softness that only you knew.
He twisted you around him, and you rapidly stepped your feet in a circle to the song. You were starting to lose breath, but you ignored it for the sake of keeping up with the man in front of you. Who, unsurprisingly, had great stamina for this kind of thing.
Without thinking too much, with a trill of an instrument in the band, you stuck your leg between Alastor’s and curled your elbow and forearm over his waist, using your hand to push his torso down and against your leg, successfully dipping the vastly taller demon over.
The position was held for a moment, with your eyes locked on his widened. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. He seemed barely winded. You wouldn’t dare point it out, but the gray color of his face had begun to dust with a warm blush as he was held precariously over your leg. At some point in the move, his hand had come up to grab the back of your neck. Prickling sensations rolled up and down at the feeling of his sharpened nails digging gently into your skin.
You inched your face towards his, watching his expression for any signs of rejection. When there wasn’t, you lightly pressed your lips against his, and you felt him grin against the kiss. He pushed himself up and on his feet, though maintaining a bent at the waist to keep his lips against yours.
How strange it was, you thought, being like this with one of the most feared overlords in Hell.
Breaking away, he straightened himself and smoothed down his clothes and brushed away imaginary dust. That smile of his was back, real this time. 
“Why, what a treat you are, my dear!” He exclaimed, grabbing his cane from the couch and leaning on it as he crossed one leg over the other, examining your exhausted and slightly disheveled state.
Usually, you would take care to smooth down your hair and straighten out your shirt. Momentarily, though, you just cared to see that genuine look of happiness on your demon’s face. Not that Alastor cared about your current state, of course. 
Another song began to play through the radio, and Alastor bowed and flourished his hand out towards you. You had only just caught your breath, but you took his hand again anyway and he tugged you towards him.
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thetunesclub · 2 years
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sbrown82 · 2 years
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Sade - “When Am I Going To Make A Living” (1984).
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sylvia-brooks · 2 years
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Sylvia Brooks - Classic Jazz Vocalist, Songwriter from Los Angeles CA.
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obsessedwithstarwars · 5 months
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Danny: sticking snacks in the wall
Jazz: “Nuh-uh. You are not putting that in the wall.”
Danny: What?
Jazz: Your snack. Eat it now or seal it up and decontaminate it.
Danny: I want to save it for later. It’ll be a midnight snack.
Jazz: That’s fine. Just not in the wall, and it needs to be decontaminated first.
Danny: Why?
Jazz: Out of sight out of mind. Do you remember what happened the last time you put one of those in the wall?
Danny: What? Pssh. N-no. No I don’t remember anything. Nothing happened a-and I got to eat yummy snacks.
Jazz: Oh really? You don’t remember? Let me refresh it for you. Your snack became sentient, tore a hole through the drywall, and started attacking us. At 2am. We lost our security deposit.
Danny: The landlord couldn’t prove anything! They didn’t even show up on the security cameras!
Jazz: pointed look
Danny: sigh Fine. I’m hungry now anyway.
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tulsajazz · 1 day
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Jazz In Pink Live at the Berks Jazz Fest's Sunday Jazz Brunch hosted by Michael Tozzi!
Location: DoubleTree by Hilton Reading Grand Ballroom Reading, PA DOORS OPEN AT 10:30 A.M. / BRUNCH AT 11:00 A.M. / CONCERT BEGINS AT 12:00 P.M. — ONE TICKET INCLUDES BRUNCH AND CONCERT Tickets: https://vivenu.com/event/brunch-jazz-in-pink-copy-copy-6c3whq JAZZ IN PINK featuring Gail Jhonson, Paula Atherton, Brooke Alford, Keyanna Hutchinson, Tiffani Walker Michael Tozzi, who first visited…
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locusfandomtime · 5 months
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i hope you guys understand my vision
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mayordoi · 1 month
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i have made more alice of human sacrifice content.
i had the idea of potentially designing a deck of cards based on it, or at the very least the face cards. and my dumbass drew it at card size so they’re pretty small and perhaps a little crusty. as much as i’d like to release the blank lineart for this, i can’t due to the quality issues :,)
also will probably not draw the face cards until a long time from now. cuz i wanna do something else for now.
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elafranco2024 · 1 year
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Paul Mccartney's jazz song, I simply love it!!!
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rad-roche · 1 year
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nick always had a knack for missing persons. he happened to be one himself
typically this'd be the part of the post where i'd reflect on challenges, shortcomings, so on. a sort of stock taking at the end. this was a joy to do from start to finish, the most fun i've had drawing for a while. here's footage of me hauling ass
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