#jazzisms

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[monstvrsfm]

steve was grading students’ art pieces, following their weekly presentations of their artwork. on his desk sat a messy stack of drawings and paintings of numerous subjects. some he couldn’t quite understand. his advanced students were required to create two original pieces of artwork every friday, while his regular students required only one. they’d present it to the class, explain techniques used, describe the theme, then steve would grade them at the end of the day. art was subjective, and steve knew that. he graded them based on their understanding of the techniques, and presentation, rather than the emotion behind the piece. he had no right to judge their feelings, when his own emotions and mentality were misplaced.

he’d started to have flashbacks of 2016, fighting against his avengers family at the airport, trying his best to protect bucky, and he shut his eyes with a sigh. steve stood up and left his work on his desk. he started to clean around the room, picking up things, throwing things away, moving items around to keep himself busy. a sort of distraction, really, pacing back and forth so he’d stop thinking of his old family. the life he left behind. the people. and the pain he’d caused. it was strange to know he wasn’t a war criminal here, but if it meant he could stop running, he’d take it. he’d stopped suddenly, in front of desk, when he felt someone’s presence. he’d remembered what natasha said: looking over your shoulder needs to become a second nature. steve had gotten used to that, on the run. he’d turned around and his hardened exterior had fallen, COMPLETELY. it was the one person he hurt the most. ❝tony?❞ the name ghosted off his lips. looked at him as if he’d seen a ghost. @jazzisms​

[nightingale-jazz-blog]

JAZZ HEADCANONS #001

Jazz has a huge affinity for music and a largely eclectic taste. Whenever she is stressed out or hyper, she generally puts on her music and goes for a run. These runs sometimes contain some dancing intermissions depending on the song. She has periods where she is obsessed with certain types of music. She once was on a Les Mis kick for two months, listening to Eponine’s “On My Own” on near constant repeat.

Jazz always requests crayons and draws on the placemats whenever she goes to diners. She isn’t a talented artist by anyone’s definition, but what she lacks for talent, she makes up with humor. She often draws parodies of herself, her family and her friends. Most find her drawings crude and amusing.

Jazz loves hazelnut, particularly hazelnut flavored coffee and ice cream. She goes through one jar of nutella in a week and lords over her supply vigorous. Touch her nutella without her permission and you will have an angry Jazz on your hands.

Jazz loves taking long bubble baths and will soak for hours much to the chagrin of her siblings. More often than not, she will put on her headphones and take a nap in the bathtub and will not hear yelling or any pounding on the door from the angry people waiting to use the bathroom. She’s aware it happens and gives zero shits.

Like her mother, Jazz is not overly fond of intense horror movies, however she absolutely adores b-horror movies and will make fun of them. She loves them more than deliberate comedies.

[grandtheftautobct-archived-blog]

.jazzisms liked for a starter

“I swear to God, I meet more of you each and every day.”

[rurounidrift]

jazzisms started following you

«Hello, this is Drift, Lost Light Field Commander. Is this... Jazz?» Educated guess. It seemed like a Jazz-y comm frequency. «What can I do for you, sir?»

[jackofwheels]

jazzisms started following you

jazzisms

“Hello, Jazz,” Wheeljack greeted. “Did you need something?”

[autobotslittlemiracle]

jazzisms

The techno-organic medic wasn’t even watching where she was going, nose stuck in a medical report as she rounded the corner and nearly ran into someone’s foot. With a squeak she literally hopped back a few steps and peered up. “Uh...do I know you?”