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lisamarie-vee · 1 year
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valentinobaos · 4 days
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Increíble momento sobre el tema "atardecer" de Diego Farías 🎸 en la visita de MotoHaru Fukada 🎷 a Pichidegua en 2017, parte del documental "PunkJazz" registrado entre Japón y Chile por @frm.insta 🎥 #motoharufukada #jazz #punkjazz #jazzjapan #ジャズ音楽 #サックス #音楽家
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tulsajazz · 15 days
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Live Music Night at Sisserou’s Thursday April 11, 2024 6:30-8:30 pm, featuring the Annie Ellicott Trio.
Live Music Night at Sisserou’s Thursday April 11, 2024 6:30-8:30 pm, featuring the Annie Ellicott Trio. Annie Ellicott is indeed a talented jazz singer and musician based in Tulsa, Oklahoma. She is known for her enchanting voice and her ability to perform various styles of music, including jazz, blues, and folk. Annie Ellicott has gained recognition in the Tulsa music scene and has been involved…
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saydesole · 2 months
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Vinyl Records 🎶
Music is the most beautiful thing in the world 🫶🏽
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azulhood · 9 months
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I made another post about Danny and about how the justice league believes that something exists in the ghost zone then that makes it exist, but I had an idea since then.
So as a joke, John and Danny claim to be related. (Jazz, Dan, and Dani get in on it too.)
Batman: ...you have a family.
John: what? You think you're the only one with kids?
Batman: that *points at Dan* is a grown ass man.
Dan: hey dad, Jazz wants to know if you'll pick up some milk from the store, she says we're out.
John: sure, she want anything else?
Dan: nah but Dani wants you to grab some pizza while you're there.
Batman:....
And at some point, they start coming to him with their problems.
Dan needs a place to stay? Johns couch is free.
Danny needs help with schoolwork? John might not know what the answer is, but he'll try and help.
Jazz needs someone to rant to? She'll call John.
Dani needs help dismantling a cult? John will be right there in an hour.
They don't acknowledge it outloud, but if they have a problem John is the first person they think of to call for help.
The ghost zone and it's inhabitants also accept John as the ghost kids parent, like if they say it's true then it must be true.
Then they start changing just a bit.
Their hair gets lighter (closer to blonde) their eyes change by a couple shades, and unknown to them, their DNA changes.
And they don't really notice it...
Until they start developing magic.
And Jazz nearly kills someone with that magic when her breakfast attacks her.
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nonesuchrecords · 1 year
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ありがとう、Jazz Life !
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bluerosefox · 23 days
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Drake Siblings
Have I read this prompt somewhere or was this a fever dream from my bored mind.
What if, now hear me out.
What if we bring up Dana Winters-Drake (whose confirmed to at least be alive in the DC verse but no one knows where she actually is)
What if instead of when she had a mental breakdown and getting committed to an Bludhaven clinc she wandered away before anyone noticed and by the time Tim or anyone did notice a lot of stuff started happening at once in both Gotham and Bludhaven (Steph dying, The Bludhaven crisis, etc etc)
Tim still tries to find her though but even with best resources it was like she just disappeared into the wilderness and the stress of trying to handle more and more problems get worse.
So when out of the blue, a couple of years later, he gets a call from an unknown number. On his private, only for friends and family, phone and when he answers he meet with a young girls voice on the other end.
A very young, maybe six or seven, girl who informs him about his apparently half-brother Danny Drake-Fenton. And how she loves Danny so, so, so much but knows her home is dangerous for him to be in.
Tim is stunned and before he could question her, she says Danny is Dana and Jack's baby and that her parents had adopted him years ago and put Dana's stuff that the hospital had away for him to look at when he was older but she just had to fight off their lunch from eating her brother and she knows he needs a better place to live and so she snooped around and found Dana's diary and that she had to unscramble the nonsense Dana wrote and found Tim's number with the words 'tell him about his brother Danny' hidden in it. And-
But before she could keep rambling she hears Danny screaming "JAZZY THE MILK WENT BAD AGAIN AND HISSED AT ME!"
Tim is left with silence after hearing Jazz yell to Danny to lock the fridge and step out of the kitchen as she gets the bat.
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nerdpoe · 7 months
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Jack and Maddie Fenton die. They do not realize this.
To be fair, neither does anyone else at first.
Then they do.
And the Fentons themselves, leading experts in saying ghosts aren't sentient, become the single most valued evidence that they fucking are.
Through the Drs. Fenton, they manage to insure rights for ecto-entities, and the anti-ecto acts are repealed.
That's all well and good, but the big problem is...what to do with their kids?
The Drs. Fenton are currently buried in their obsession of science, Maddie's aunt is currently fighting the government to keep her property, and the kids' other closest relative is in Bludhaven.
So the State of Illinois sends a letter to one Dick Grayson, asking if he's cool to look after Danny and Jazz until the Unites States and an entirely different dimension work out custody and how, exactly, immigration law applies and where it does.
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itsalrightmeow · 23 days
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Happy 20th Anniversary!
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undergroundrockpress · 2 months
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Thelonious Monk backstage at the Hunt Club Monterey Jazz Festival 1964.
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adhdslugcrimes · 2 months
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Dick: Danny, Jazz, sit down we have things to discuss.
Danny, sitting with his new siblings looking at him with those same studying eyes his bios gave him: I don't think I'm going to like this…
Jazz: I'm not afraid to do what I did to our parents if you try anything.
Dick: it's fine I promise, listen I have this streak I love and cherish as much as I do with my mother and father's things, it brings me tremendous joy… and that's the last time I ask Jason to write me a speech, listen kiddos, as your big brother I have this thing for training you to be chaotic little shits, okay? If I don't see another dye box in Bruce's trash what's my purpose in life?
Danny: but… Bruce is really nice to us?
Jazz: Danny, he's doing the bare minimum, we talked about this.
Dick: yeah he's nice and all, and I love him because if I didn't I wouldn't be here anymore for all the things he put me through, but he doesn't get a break and that disappointed tired look is my drug, I have made his biological starfish son more chaotic than any chaotic god that exists, let me mold you to the perfect duo, help your poor old big brother out, please.
Jason: we also get extra cookies the most we disappoint B, Alfred loves this stuff.
Jazz: I'm in.
Danny: really? For a cookie?
Jazz: yes.
Danny: well… would be fun to prank people again, I've missed it… sure.
Dick, pulling out a big book: great, let's get to work, the Gala is happening next month we only have three weeks to train, don't worry with Tim I only had four days we can make this happen.
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almond-gallery · 3 months
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tulsajazz · 1 month
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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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nelkcats · 8 months
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Fenton Street Food
"You know what's better than being a superhero? A street food vendor! Yes, superheroes can save the day, stop villains and receive hatred or admiration as the case may be, but a street vendor? They are at the heart of the action, fulfilling their dreams! They traveled the world feeding the masses, and even met superheroes, feeding them to keep them doing their duty, food carts are the centerpiece of keeping the heroes alive, they are the heroes..."
Maybe if Danny repeated it enough times he'd start to believe it, though seeing the monstrosity that was the Fenton food cart he highly doubted it. More so because it had fucking guns hidden next to the mutant and very alive Hot dogs (which by the way were not sellable, they were the mascots of the brand).
It all started when Jack Fenton talked about his dream of delivering his favorite food around the world, that fueled Maddie Fenton's idea, and since Jazz was in college and Danny was on vacation no one could stop them.
Soon Danny became a victim of his parents' eccentricities. Although the halfa had to admit that selling in Gotham was a lot of fun, thieves didn't think it was worth mugging him and the Rogues themselves bought his food of dubious origins.
It was almost a shame to have to change cities because Batman was getting too suspicious but Metropolis was waiting for him. And he would be back eventually; some bats who had enjoyed his strange roving food stall had waved him off with handkerchiefs, wiping away fake tears. Danny appreciated it.
Besides, Red Robin affirmed to him that he would recommend him to Superboy, so he wouldn't run out of customers anytime soon. He wondered if he should stop by Central City, the Flash Family ate a lot didn't they?
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hypewinter · 9 months
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He laid there on the ground, letting the cold sink into his bones as he bled out. Deep down, Danny had known for a long time this was coming. He was the Shadow, the Spare. The Inferior. He'd always been the shame of his family. After all, what good was an assassin that didn't kill?
That's why he knew it'd only be a matter of time before Grandfather got rid of him. He just never expected it to be like this. Struck down by his own brother. In hindsight, it made sense. It was a way for Damian to be completely initiated before his first mission and to cut off the rotted rope of the Al Ghul line.
It made sense, Danny repeated to himself, but it didn't stop the hurt. The pain that cut deeper than the sword to his gut. Damian hadn't even hesitated. He'd picked up his weapon and charged as soon as Grandfather had told them to begin the duel. Sure, he'd known Damian was never too fond of him. And maybe sometimes he'd thrown knives at Danny whenever he called him "Dami". But he always thought there was at least some form of affection between them. After all, they were twins. Yet Damian had ran him through as easily as breathing. He hadn't even spared a glance back as he left with Grandfather and Mother. None of them had.
Danny couldn't help but weakly chuckle. To think this was how his second death would go. Being stabbed by his own brother.
As his consciousness began to fail him, Danny distantly heard was sounded like a plane. Maybe a jet. He heard once that people can hallucinate before they died. Funny, he always figured he'd hear a train or something. Maybe a family member calling his name sweetly. Instead Danny heard heavy footsteps charging towards him. Gloved hands picked him up and held him close to a chest as an unknown voice whispered, "I've got you."
Ah, he realized what was happening. This was his mind's desperate attempt to give him some comfort in his final moments. It was nice, feeling cared for like this. He couldn't remember the last time he had been. Danny quietly thanked his mind for the blissful illusion, before his consciousness fully faded away.
(Bruce finds out he has a son and goes to rescue him. He gets there just in time to stop Danny from bleeding out and leaves, not knowing he's leaving his other son behind.)
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puppetmaster13u · 2 months
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Prompt 230
He's been given many names over the eternities.
Kronos. Time. Ouroboros. The World Serpent. It comes with being an Ancient. With being one of the oldest primordial being of them all. Only his own parent, Infinity itself was older.
He was an unstoppable force, no matter what the Observants wished to think, their chains akin to mosquito bites- if that- as they shattered.
Clockwork is his favorite name he decided long ago, when he'd first seen the possibilities of the world his so-called employers complained he had obsessed over.
Yet how could he not? This world had given him children after all. Ghostlings all his own, human and not, mortal and more. Invisible to his machinations and strumming of the strings of Fate.
And here he lay, curled in a bed he had no need for but had meticulously crafted for the Cores he held against himself so lovingly. His own little bit of Space, a smaller Moon and Sun, joined by Life and Storm and Sea and Ore. Newborn Ancients in their own right, Cores unstable and cracked from the actions of mortals who did not understand, who could not.
Perhaps, he pondered, it was best.
They might be Ancients under their own rights, but they were still young. Too young, their very essence risking collapsing under their own power unless he did something.
Clockwork crooned a lullaby in the words of Reality, running a finger across one of the cracks before picking the core up. And swallowing it.
One by one until they were safe. Protected. Able to use his own energy to stabilize their own instinctively. He hummed a song he knew by heart, by Core, and let the clocks tick on. He had much work to be done.
His ghostlings only deserved the best after all.
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