what's all this jazz about jazz

I was watching Planet Earth just now (for the bazillionth time? maybe I need to find a new show to watch this summer…) and was reminded about the glory that is the BLOOD PHEASANT. 

They don’t necessarily do anything badass (let’s be real, they are just fancy pheasants) but they look like they are covered in the blood of their enemies, which is pretty badass in its own right. 

It is just really important to me that you all gaze upon the majestic BLOOD PHEASANT and appreciate the fact that it is a real thing that exists. 

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My only regrets are the moments when i doubted myself and took the safe route. Life is too short to waste time being unhappy.

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I’m sorry Jazz, we both now both your parents don’t quite got the same level of restraint you do, but don’t worry they’re still being supes gentle UvU

anonymous asked:

Hello Emma. What is the best thing you ever done with Daddy Amari? :)

“Papa and I do lots of fun stuff together! I really like it when me and Papa and Frate go to the park and play together or when Papa gets to stay at home for a while and we can have tea parties together. Sometimes Papa also takes me out to eat things like ice cream! My favorite flavor is strawberry!

But, um, I think my favorite thing I did with Papa was go to the aquarium! There were lots of fish and it was really cool like I was underwater! There were no dolphins though. But Papa told me really cool things about all the fish! Did you know that flatfish ca-cama-camoufla… disguise themselves on the ocean floor?”

So Some Stuff Happened While You Were Gone

It was strange to come home.

Except it wasn’t home anymore. Somewhere in the intervening years of grinding through undergrad and graduate coursework, the house Jazz grew up in had stopped being home.

Danielle had been given Jazz’s room when she left halfway across the country to Yale. During holiday visits they would share, Dani insisting that all her time “camping out” under overpasses and old mausoleums as proper precedent for her to sleep on the floor.

A few times Jazz caught herself thinking of it as her room, instead of Danielle’s. She could still recognize the room she’d stayed in for seventeen years, an old imprint she felt in the air, pins and needles in her scalp; her hands itched with the impression that if they just peeled away the sci-fi posters and anime wall-scrolls and the global Polaroid collage the old room would still be there, waiting beneath like a layer of wallpaper.

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AU Fic, Danny/Jazz Role Swap, My Sister's Keeper

Concept: Danny is the supportive older brother that doesn’t really know how to go about it. Jazz is the little snot nosed know it all that secretly has superpowers. This is kind of an abridged version of how my brother’s keeper would have gone.

Danny shut his locker and leaned against it. He seemed a lot quieter than usual.

“Hey man,” said Tucker “what’s up?’

“Huh? Oh, nothing.”

“That doesn’t sound like nothing.” Said Sam

Danny ran his hand through his hair and groaned. “Ugh. It’s Jazz. Usually I try to stay out of her business, but she’s been acting weird. I dunno if I should talk to her about it, or talk to mom and dad, or I dunno. Should I do something?”

“Heck if I know.” Said Sam, “I’m an only child, remember?”

“Yeah.” Said Tucker, “We don’t really understand your sibling dynamics.”

“Ah, whatever. I’ll see you guys later.” He walked off to his English class.

Meanwhile, Jazz was walking to her own first period when a shiver ran down her spine. She noticed a green blob disappear into an empty English classroom. She ran into the nearest girl’s restroom and a small flash of light later, a ghost with white hair in a green jumpsuit flew out.

She threw a few kicks at the blob, which just dodged them. She flipped and flew around it, trying to get in a hit. When she finally did, it just regenerated. It threw her against the wall, breaking several desks in the process. She got up ready to fight, but when she did it was gone.

She changed back. “Good going, Jazz. It got away.” She murmured.

Suddenly, a lock clicked and an English teacher and several early students walked into the room. Among them, her older brother.

“Jazz!?” Danny said, looking at the wrecked classroom and down at his little sister

“Uh, um, I…” Jazz stuttered.

Danny grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her out into the hallway. “I knew something was up. I knew it. I dunno what’s happening Jazz, but we need to do something right now.”

“But, but, what about first period?” Asked Jazz

“To hell with first period! You need help and we’re getting some right now!”

Half an hour later, the two Fenton kids were sitting in plastic chairs in Dr. Spectra’s office with Mr. Lancer standing behind them. Danny was trying desperately to form his thoughts into words.

“I just, I don’t know what’s been happening with her lately. I don’t know how to help. She’s a good person, Mr. Lancer. She’s always been a straight A student up until this year. I don’t know what’s happening.”

Jazz was visibly sulking with her arms crossed. “I don’t see how therapy would help me. I know everything about it.”

“Oh, c'mon Jazz.” Danny said, “You used to be the one drilling me about my feelings. You wouldn’t shut up about yours.”

“Yeah, when I was ten and you minded your own business.”

“Jazz, I think we can change that attitude right around.” Said Spectra in a sickeningly bubbly voice “Your brother is just looking out for you, after all.”

Danny cringed at the peppiness in her voice. “Man, you sound like a human pack of bubblegum, but if you think you can help her…”

“Oh, I do.”

“Alright then, it’s settled” said Mr. Lancer, “Ms. Fenton, this will be your punishment. Danny, I need to talk to you about that extra credit assignment for Mr. Vang’s class.”

“That dumb spirit speech? I told you I’m working on it. I’ve gotta get to class.”

He shouldered his backpack and looked back at his younger sister. “Uh, good luck.” He said. Jazz just crossed her arms tighter and faced away.

Later, Jazz leaned against her locker, clutching her AP psychology book to her chest. Going to the school therapist was supposed to help, and why would her brother call her stupid? A friend of hers had tried to say that didn’t sound like him, but somehow it all made sense. He was the smart one now. She couldn’t handle high school. Stupid loser freak ghost girl.

“Hey.”

Jazz jumped out of her trance at the sound of Danny’s voice. As usual his friends were with him.

“Oh, what do you want?” She asked

“I just wanna know how it went. Uh, how’re you feeling?”

“Like you care. Why don’t you go talk to someone on your level?”

“Huh?”

“Just go talk to someone that’s not stupid.”

“Jazz, what’re you…”

“Just leave me alone!” She cried, sprinting down the hallway.

Sam chuckled. “Have I ever told you how nice it is being an only child?”

“Yeah, a few times.”

Suddenly, screams sounded from down the hall.

“What was that?” Asked Tucker, “cheerleaders?”

Suddenly a short boy came running around the corner. He grabbed Danny by the shirt and brought him to his own eye level.

“A FREAKISHLY LARGE HORNET!” Screamed the little man before running off.

The kid wasn’t lying. A giant glowing green hornet buzzed around the corner. Danny and Sam screamed. Tucker fainted. A semi see through teenage girl phased through the wall nearby and hit the hornet with a blast of energy. She dragged it outside straight through the window. Danny forgot all about his unconscious friend and ran to the window to watch the fight.

The girl seemed to be struggling with the giant insect, but she was fighting a good fight. Just as she was about to defeat it, it seemed to disappear. She sadly floated up and did a face palm before flying off.

Sam and Tucker walked up behind him. Tucker was rubbing his head. “Ugh. What did I miss?”

“A ghost!” Said Danny. “A real ghost!”

“Wait wait wait.” Said Sam “aren’t you the one that’s been going on about how crazy your parents are for believing in ghosts?”

“Well yeah, but I just saw a see through girl fight off a giant glowing hornet. I’m willing to change my outlook.”

“What does this mean?” Asked Tucker

“I dunno. But I’m gonna tell Jazz.”

Jazz didn’t want to talk about it. She called her parents in to tell them that Danny had seen a ghost.

After having the parents set on him by the little sister when he tried to talk to her again, Danny was feeling understandably miffed. He had no idea how to get through to her. Jazz had always been the one that knew about emotions. She wanted to be a therapist when she grew up. Danny was just a space geek trying to figure out what had happened to the bubbly little know it all he once knew. Was it the accident? Could that be it?

He decided to try a confrontational approach. He followed her to the mall where she was hanging out with a study group.

“Uh, Jazz?” He asked as he approached her table

“What? Are you following me around now? Why bother with the stupid little sister at all?”

“Jazz, I…”

The slightest trace of a shiver went down Jazz’s spine “Just get out of my life!” She yelled. She shouldered her backpack and ran off.

Danny had an idea of where she was going. He took a broken emergency exit out into the alley to cut her off. He saw her and was about to call out when a light flashed through the alley and his sister was replaced by the ghost girl from before. The ghost flew off.

Danny closed the door quietly and stepped back into the mall. “Jazz?” He whispered. “What? How? Oh.”

Something clicked. He didn’t know what that was, but whatever it was, well, it would make him angry too. He’d heard rumors of a ghost girl fighting around town. Suddenly, this made a lot more sense.

Later after the fight, Jazz was sulking at the dining table, trying to study. She was still feeling a little sore from fighting the shapeshifter. Danny walked in with a chemistry book under his arm.

“And what do you want?” She asked.

“Uh, nothing.” He said.

Jazz went back to staring blankly at her notes. Danny poked her shoulder.

“Hey! What?”

“Uh, nothing.” Danny sat at the table and flipped through the textbook, trying to find the right page. Jazz glanced at him suspiciously. After a few minutes of reading in silence, Danny coughed.

“Um, Jazz?”

“What?”

“So, I know I’m not the most articulate human out there, and maybe I should be minding my own business, and I know I used to make fun of you a lot.”

“Yes, go on.”

“Oh shut up, what I’m trying to say is, if you need to talk I’ll listen. I know I’m not a future psychologist or anything, but you’re the smartest person I know, and I’m your brother, and I hate seeing you this angry all the time, and… Oh you get it. I’m here. I’m not gonna be one of those guys that tells you to suck it up or anything. So, if you need to talk I’m here. I want to help. I at least want to try.”

Jazz hesitated for a moment and looked like she was about to say something when they both heard the couch exploding in the next room.

“But Jack, don’t you at least want to study the remains?” Came their mom’s voice

“I’m… Not ready to talk about it yet."said Jazz

Danny pulled her headband down and messed up her hair. "Then I won’t make you.”

“Hey! Why’d you do that?” She called after him as he left the dining room.

She got no answer but the familiar maniacal laugh he gave when he playfully messed with her.

The next day Jazz found herself in combat with Spectra. She fought the ghost with all her might. She screamed at the ghost to stop messing with her head. She should have known better. She was the psychology student here. But that didn’t matter now. Danny was about to be vaporized.

She pulled Danny away from the podium just as the deadly spirit sparklers went off. She was dragged into the next room where she struggled with spectra.

“What are you, little girl? A ghost trying to be human? A creepy little human trying to fight off an entire dimension?”

“I… I don’t know!” Jazz cried.

Danny appeared in the doorway. “Hey Spectra!”

Both ghosts faced the teenager that had just appeared in the doorway. “I don’t know this kid, but I think she ought to know that you’re a tool.”

He pulled out the Fenton peeler which formed a suit of body armor around him.

“Huh. I dunno if that was necessary, but whatever.”

He pulled the trigger and Spectra was torn apart layer by layer. Jazz sucked her into the thermos. Danny deactivated the Fenton peeler.

“Huh. Talk about having nothing within.” He said.

The siblings locked eyes for a split second. Jazz clutched the thermos really hard.

“Oh no. Oh my. A ghost, run.” Danny deadpanned. “Hey uh, ghost girl? You might wanna get out of here.”

He returned to the gym and took his seat, refusing to accept the applause. He sat by Sam and Tucker in the back and leaned lazily against the wall.

“Nice speech, dude.” Said Sam

“Yeah. And how’d you pull off that disappearing act?” Asked Tucker.

“Eh.” Said Danny “Don’t think about that. Man, I hope I never have to give a speech like that again.”

Sam smiled “Well with how well that one went, you might be dodging Lancer for a while. Everybody’s excited again. Not that I care.”

Danny looked down at the other side of the gym where Jazz was sitting with her friends. He smiled. She could tell him when she was ready. He discretely adjusted his binder. Yeah, he of all people should know about that. She could tell him when she was ready.

Okay, this is not about hunter x hunter but

If I post something that you need blacklisted, feel free to tell me, and I’ll tag it.

This series does have alot of bad stuff in it, so please tell me if there’s something you just, cannot have on your dash.

anonymous asked:

One of my modules this year is flash fiction which are short stories of about 200 words or so and I've just finished one about the planets trying to find a gift for the sun to thank her for the light and them finding saturn and trying to jazz it up so they tied a bow round it and that's what saturn's ring is ☺️ but then I also wrote one where the sun and saturn are girlfriends and the sun gave saturn an engagement ring 😢

That is?? The cutest thing I’ve ever read in my life oh my god I want fanart of all the planets bringing a jazzed up lil saturn to the sun

anonymous asked:

John is disappointed because he thought that he and his friends were going to set up the gov't like the founding fathers did and all that (glorified) jazz.

Lmao John doesn’t give a shit about the nuances of American government. None of the kids would set it up that way, if for no other reason than the fact that they couldn’t care less. Dirk has probably read the Federalist Papers and all that jazz but he’d just be like yeah that all worked out great what with the clown presidents let’s not do that.

Jazz for people who think they don’t like jazz

I’m not trying to change anyone’s mind or start an argument about what jazz is or isn’t, I’m just offering some new perspectives for people who might have only heard lounge music and found it dull.

(quick note: This music is all very complex and if you want to appreciate it and enjoy it you should really pay attention to the rhythm and what the chord progressions are like, try to listen actively. If that’s not how you like to consume music that’s cool! But that might be a reason you don’t enjoy jazz)

Hiromi is a young jazz pianist from Japan. She’s amazingly passionate, her live performances are incredible, her back-up band includes the drummer from The Who (I served him tea backstage last year, he’s lovely)

Dave Brubeck is a classic, he’s known for his complicated arrangements and odd time signatures. 

This might be controversial, but Amy Winehouse always identified as a jazz singer. Her main influences were Ella Fitzgerald and that crowd. 

Stephan Grappelli was the most well-known jazz violinist and he played mostly with guitarist Django Reinhart. This is branching a bit more into swing or gypsy-jazz.

Again leaning towards R&B, but Janelle Monae headlined a couple jazz festivals last year so I think she’s fair game.

If you’re more into electro type music there’s another band from jazzfest called Troker

A couple more classics that everyone should listen to, no matter what your thoughts on jazz are:

This was just off the top of my head, if I think of more I’ll post them. If anyone else has suggestions of accessible jazz I’d love to hear ‘em! What song made you love jazz? 

It’s Tall Tales! Viasca Cala Mor!

Track 1: “Another Sing Song Tale to Tell” (Here)

Vocalists: @anairisq & @dreamwalkertara

Artist: @nekojirou

One of the things I did last year besides write and program the Women of Xal demo and composed for people’s games and animations was create a little musical! c’: It’s all about that Metal Jazz Orchestral Swing, featuring a…lot of vocalists, actually! It tells the tale of two sisters and what they’ll do to more or less stay alive. 

Also, I may have doubled down on the gay the more the album goes on.

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But wait a minute… What are these pictures on her coffee table? Aren’t that Colette Fontaine, Ben Diaz and Deimos Tobanob on them? @firstladyofcasterlyrock, @igglemouse and @soloriya, what do you think about it? So darn cute little girl has pictures of not so darn cute characters where she should keep her family photos! Do you have something to say on the matter? She’s just an innocent child! Why do they infiltrate her life?

I’m sorry I really think it’s pathetic that choreographers like Molly Long are pretending that JAZZ is a dying genre because there are fewer jazz solos than there are contemporary or lyrical solos??

Like, how about musical theatre solos that have just devolved to watered-down jazz with some lip-syncing and no actual technique that plays tribute to any of the musical theatre greats of all time? There’s no Fosse technique, no odes Twyla Tharp or Tommy Tune, kid who had 10 musical theatre solos probably couldn’t tell you what Porgy & Bess is.

Or how about the huuuuuuuge abundance of ballet solos there are out there? Yeah, that was definitely sarcastic. Seriously, ballet is treated like a workout class to make you better at your OTHER dance styles and not like an actual art form that you should be solo-ready for. And when I do see ballet solos it seems teachers never fucking teach legitimate ballet repertoire and instead just pick random classical music and give a kid balancés and posés, again there seems to be no knowledge of dance history and the great influencers that have shaped these genres.

Or tap, which is increasingly considered a “specialty” style (every kid needs to know how to do an aerial but musicality and rhythm are optional I guess) and every tap solo seems to be done by a girl wearing a sparkly bra top because god forbid the judges forget that dancers have six-packs for two and a half freaking minutes.

And don’t get me started on suburban white girls doing suburban white girl hip-hop that has no set style or knowledge of long-established hip-hop elements like popping, breaking, krumping, it’s basically just cheer-hop studio style over and over.

One last thing: when was the last time you saw more than two actual MODERN solos at a competition?

So don’t get me started on how JAZZ needs more representation, considering contemporary is like 90% of contemporary solos are derived from jazz technique, same with open solos, lyrical solos, etc.