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honey-bri-books · 9 months
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Did/does anyone else take ballet or jazz and relate so much to Henry here? Like, I cannot do social dance. CANNOT. I tried some ballet and jazz steps at a school dance in junior high, once. It did not go well, for me.
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cicaklah · 1 year
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There are six of us in our jazz class and we all had a list of 100 songs to pick from for our final song.
Three of us picked cry me a river.
Two of us picked summertime.
(The other picked willow weep for me (which id never heard before and l o v e d))
(I was team cry me a river of course, what a song)
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floq · 4 months
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they are both addicted to caffeine, but in different ways
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satoshy12 · 3 months
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Jazz, are you drooling?
Jazz class was in Gotham. It was just a short trip as the alien invasion happened.
One of the heroes in a good suit was beating up the parademos.
A Classmate looked at Jazz:" Jazz are you drooling?  "
Jazz swiftly whipped her mouth:" No, I just like his guns!"
Classmate: "At least not as bad as her ex."
Yeah. An ex-crime boss is better for Jazz than Johnny. Foe them.
Jazz learned she was a Fenton.
Violence is sexy.
And this man knows how to make it nice.
+ Jason had no idea as the red head walked to him. And she gave him her number.
"Feel free to call me… And don't forget your guns."
Well, this was the first.
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puppetmaster13u · 1 month
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Prompt in Memes 5
Once more, have a prompt entirely in memes because I'm too lazy to properly write one right now lol.
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almond-gallery · 3 months
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goodfish-bowl · 2 months
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Check Your Sources
DP Side Hoes Week 2024 Master Post
Day 2: Jazz Fenton - university times
Summary: Jazz has a misunderstanding with a professor over her selected topic for her paper.
Word Count: 1271
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Jazz Fenton had remembered turning in her psychology paper on ecto-psychology, particularly the role of obsessions in the mental state of Ecto-entities, with utmost confidence. She had meant it as a draft for the final paper she intended to published after the completion of her degree. She had already sent in her paper on Ghost Envy for her application to the college, and it was currently in the process of being peer-reviewed, so she needed something new for her current psychology paper. She had compiled the information for it during her last trip to Amity Park, and organized it into this assignment, including multiple citations both within the ecto-science fields and otherwise, to make sure her paper was well-rounded. She had quadruple-checked everything, from her grammar, to her formatting, to the way she cited each of her sources. 
For these reasons, Jazz was absolutely confounded by the red ink and stark zero written at the top of her returned paper. There was a sticky note attached, telling her to talk to the professor after class.
Jazz glanced between her paper, and the professor in horror. During the course of the term, Jazz had developed a deep respect for Dr. Kaplan, and her work on the psychology of people with PTSD. She must have a good reason for giving her such a poor grade, but the fact she received it at all filled her with mortification. She had never gotten a grade so low in her entire education. Jazz needed to know why, but she couldn’t even figure out what she had done wrong in the first place. In the corner of her mind, she had a sinking suspicion, but hoped with everything she was wrong. 
Jazz spent the entire class in a tizzy. Constantly flipping back and forth between the day’s class-work and her paper. Outside of the first page, the rest of the paper was completely unmarked. Frustration began to simmer underneath Jazz’s skin. How was she supposed to fix this if the professor never even told her what she did wrong?! But it would be fine… she was meeting with the teacher after class anyways. 
From that point forward, class moved forward at a crawl. Jazz still couldn’t pay much attention, and found her notes were much less organized than she would prefer. But when the professor dismissed them, Jazz practically darted to Dr. Kaplan’s podium. 
The professor was a thin, wiry woman, dressed professionally, and looked down upon Jazz from behind equally wiry glasses. She gave Jazz a hard-look, almost one of disdain, and it was only the years of facing the nightmares of Amity Park that kept her from physically recoiling. She removed her eyes from Jazz and gazed around the still-emptying classroom. 
“It might be better to have this conversation in my office,” Dr. Kaplan stated, leaving the room, with Jazz practically at her heels. 
Dr. Kaplan’s office was a fair reflection of the woman herself. Neutral colors, her degree on display, and psychology books lining her singular bookshelf. Her desk was dark wood, and chairs cushions a beige leather. The plant sitting by the window was fake. It was all very professional, and at the same time very impersonal and lifeless. Despite the light colors and the sunlight streaming in through the window blinds, the atmosphere was near stifling. 
The professor took her seat behind the desk, and Jazz hesitated, waiting until Dr. Kaplan gestured for her to take a seat. The seats were more stylish than they were comfortable. She gingerly set her paper on the edge of the desk, sitting board-straight in the chair. 
“Ms. Fenton,” Dr. Kaplan practically sighed, “is there a reason you’re not taking my class seriously?”
The question came completely unexpected. “What are you talking about, Dr. Kaplan? I’ve been giving this class my best efforts,” Jazz pleaded. 
Dr. Kaplan frowned, tapping her carefully manicured, neutrally colored nails against her paper. “This assignment says otherwise.”
Jazz frowned, mentally skimming over the paper. “I… I don’t understand. I’ve followed the assignment criteria almost exactly, I’ve even collected first-hand observations.”
Dr. Kaplan looked like she had sucked a lemon. “Ah, yes,” she said flatly. “Ms. Fenton, while you’ve followed the semblance of the rubric for this assignment to a near exceptional degree, a paper on the theoretical psychology of fictional beings is hardly an acceptable paper topic.” 
 Ah, there it was. Jazz had suspected as much, but it still didn’t calm the simmering frustration, boiling into anger under her skin. 
“Honestly,” Dr. Kaplan continued, “for such a brilliant girl, I can only see the submission of a paper like this as a lack of care, and simply unprofessional to boot. To go as far as to make up sources, as properly cited as they are, is simply-”
It was taking everything within Jazz not to blow up in her professor’s face. Her nails were starting to bite into her palms, and her teeth felt sharp in her mouth as she grit them. Had Dr. Kaplan stopped at the whole ‘ghosts aren’t real’ bit, it wouldn’t have been anything she hadn’t heard before. But to accuse her of lying, and making up sources, that was getting a bit too close to unforgivable. She was losing any respect she had for this professor with every word out of her mouth. 
“Those are real sources and I have recordings of the data I collected myself,” Jazz had to keep herself from hissing. “You’re welcome to check my sources. Of course, due to the analog nature of the recordings, they will require a tape player to view. As for the other second and third hand sources, they are all from qualified journals.” 
“I admire the lengths you’ve gone to make your work of fiction as realistic as possible however-”
“Have you heard of Amity Park before?” Jazz could not stop herself from growling out the question, shooting to her feet, unable to take this sitting down any longer. “Have you done any research to support your claim over mine?”
Dr. Kaplan had a deer-in-headlights expression as Jazz towered over her desk, while also simultaneously adding the only color to her entire office through the reddening of her face. “Are you delusional? Ghosts aren’t real.”
Jazz felt what little ectoplasm that lived under her skin hum in tune with her rage as she slammed a hand down onto the desk, crinkling her paper underneath her wrath. This wasn’t about the grade anymore.
 “Ecto-science is a pseudo-science at worst. It is young and mostly unexplored, but it is hardly fictional. Psychology used to occupy the very same space not too long ago. If you had done any research to check your biases, you would have found this out.” 
Something was burning. 
Jazz quickly snatched her paper back into her hands, gritting her teeth, and reigning in her anger as fast as she could. She cleared her throat hard enough for it to sound like a snarl. 
“It appears your classroom will no longer be a conductive learning environment for me,” Jazz spoke evenly, tone carefully measured. “It would do you well to actually look into the topics your students write about.”
Jazz collected her things, already mentally filing out the required paperwork and emails to the Registar’s Office to have her transferred to a different class. She moved to the doorway and gave her professor a polite nod, ignoring the gobsmacked look on Dr. Kalplan’s face. 
“Have a nice afternoon, Professor.”
Jazz fled the room, dead set in ignoring the hand-shaped burn she had left on her professor’s desk and the smoldering paper in her hands.
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tanglepelt · 10 months
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Dc x dp idea 92
I’ve seen prompts with Jack fleeing with a de-aged Danny hiding in Gotham. Here he doesn’t stay with him. He drops Danny and Danielle in the very capable hands of red hood.
Danny reveals himself as phantom to his parents and introduces his mirror sister. Both ready to dip if it went bad. Immediately jack feels so guilty for hunting his kid.
He is ready to welcome them both.
Maddie disagrees. This leads to both Danny and Danielle being seriously injured. Jack barley got them out. There ghost half protecting them lead to them both being turned around 4-5
Jack isn’t a dumb man as he seems. He may have gotten b minuses but that was in advance physics and science courses. So he does research.
Creates two brackets that hide his newly made twins ecto signatures so they can’t be found. He didn’t have enough time to make something that allowed their powers to work with them.
He knows the Giw and His soon to be ex (he hasn’t had the ability to get her to sign the paperwork) are after him. They didn’t see the twins be turned to toddlers.
So he has a plan to take down the Giw and Maddie’s sister wouldn’t be safe for the two. Sam and tucker wouldn’t be safe. Jack has to find a safe place for the twins with a bounty on their thankfully teenage heads.
He does a deep dive. He finds online a supposed crime lord. Enough digging he can tell that guy doesn’t let kids get hurt. The stuff he doesn’t isn’t all bad and well… He can’t trust heros. So he packs up and heads out.
Jack pleads his case to either just Red Hood. Or maybe just shows up in the middle of a mission jason is on with the outlaws for a bit more chaos.
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bet-on-me-13 · 3 months
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Jazz joins the Suicide Squad to save Danny
So! Danny got caught by the GIW. And it was Public too.
Jazz can see absolutely no way to save Danny. The GIW Base is heavily fortified, she has no help aside from Tucker and Sam, and public opinion is against Ghosts, so nobody would want to help her protest his Capture. Maybe a few teenagers from the high school, but absolutely none of the adults would help.
So she does the one thing she can. She contacts Amanda Waller.
Waller had previously approached her Parents about buying some of their tech off them, for her "Specializes Task Force" to use in case they ever came up against a Ghost.
From the short interaction Jazz had with Waller, she knew one thing.
That Woman would do ANYTHING, to protect the Government she worked for.
All Jazz needed to do, was offer her something that outweighed the value of capturing Danny. Information. The Infinite Realms, the True Biology of Ghosts, the Psychology of Ghosts, the Power Structure of the Realms, and so much more. Waller needed to know everything she could about the Realms to feel secure, to feel like her Country was safe. She needed Information.
And Jazz had that in spades.
As the daughter of the Leaders on Ectology, and a friend to multiple Saptient Ghosts, including the Kings and Queens of various Realms, she was uniquely qualified to provide all this information.
And Waller was impressed. But she still felt like she needed a little more, and seeing as Jazz was a highly trained Martial Artist due to her Mom, and had been taught enough about mechanical engineering by her Dad to constitute a Major in in, she saw potential.
She saw a Pawn. Perfect for placement on Task Force X. Her Suicide Squad had been missing an extra member recently, and Jazz was the perfect fit.
So they made a Deal.
Danny Fenton, also known as The Phantom, would he released from Government Detainment, alongside any other Sentient/Sapient Ghost in their possession. They would he protected from further Detainment until further Notice, and the Town of Amity Park would be left alone by the GIW Indefinitely.
In return, Jazzmine Fenton would be hired on as Amanda Wallers On-Call Consultant for anything related to Ghosts and the Realms. Additionally, she would be employed as a Part Time Member of Task Force X, answering the call of Duty whenever is is directed as her, No Questions Asked. (Or the deal would be null and void)
But she would Endure it. Because she and Waller had one thing in common.
She would do Anything, to protect her little brother.
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Danny switching languages
So i like to think everyone in the fenton household is genuis in something.
Obviously all of them inherited the engineering skills,
Maddie is amazing at martial arts, and physical activity
Jazz is a prodigy in phycolgey, while being good in a little of everything else
Jack i think would be a good baker or something along those lines
Danny would be good with linguistics and either engineering or chemistry
I like the idea of danny being too sleep deprived to properly pronounc any words his brain forgets so he just uses one of the others he knows
Mr.lancer calling on him and danny says maybe half in english before switching to Arabic, then looks down as if he said everything in English
Mr.Lancer is looking in shock that DANNY FENTON knowes another language let alone can use it so fluently
Sam and tucker are thinking about how dannys hit a new level of sleep deprivation and making plans on how to get him home the easiest
Everyone else in in a state of confusion over fenton saying...what ever he said, Mr.Lancer looking shocked and fentons friends looking like their having an invisible conversation
Then Mr.Lancer thinks its a good idea to ask danny how he knew Arabic
Danny says the first half of his sentance in Latin, a quarter in engligh and the other quarter in German
Mr.Lancer looks like he wants to intergate danny so sam and tucker intervein
Sam starts telling Mr.Lancer and the class about how dannys amazing in language and chemistry, he just sucks at school work because of his ADHD and because his parents tought his a vastly different way than the school dose
Meanwhile tucker is picking danny up and subtle carring him out the room after he texted jazz saying
: New level unlocked 🔓 multi-lingual: school parking lot
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2 days later all the teachers get fenton to take a few tests in a way he can learn and find out the prodigy gene was passed to danny
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spacedace · 11 months
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Sometimes you go to look up a few things to make sure a quick line or two is accurate in your fic and spend the following untold amount of hours reading up on short and long term effects of electrocution on the body and it becomes a whole Thing (TM) that you're now adding to your story.
Anyway Danny is getting neuropathy and mild cataracts and chronic pain and a funky lil fucked up heart rate in Business of Family on top of the trauma now. So, that's a thing that's happening lol
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cicaklah · 1 year
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Did my first jazz class and it's amazing to have such control, I never have to fail at my stupid high notes argh
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toadstool32 · 1 year
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Au in which Danny dies visibly in public but bc he's a half ghost he doesn't like, die *die* he comes back but people saw so whoops guess I'm dead for real and he hides away for a bit until like a week later or whatever comedic timing is better he just appears back at his house and if someone ask he's not Danny the guy who died last week he's uh Jonny the newly adopted Fenton kid
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puppetmaster13u · 7 months
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DPxDC Presumed Aliens Prompt
Imagine if the the Phamily fall through a portal to another world. Honestly nothing new there, and at least they're in the specter speeder. The specter speeder that has maybe crashed, but it wasn't their fault they swear! Not their fault if it got attacked, right? And maybe they're somehow kids now, but they can blame that on Clockwork right? Right. Definitely his fault. They weren't messing around with things in his Haunt and definitely didn't mess with things they shouldn't have. But really it wasn't their fault. Really. So maybe they're stuck in another world, stuck as kids, and someone has managed to open the half crushed speeder, but that would normally be fine. Honestly wouldn't be surprising with how their lives are. The thing is, they're all... akin to lil baby ghosts in shape, and their world's human language evolved differently to this worlds. What do you mean the heroes in this world think they're baby aliens???
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madmarchhare · 1 year
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I love that thier first instinct is to have a meeting together about what to do. They love eachother so much and that makes me happy. Very much so.
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