Bake Til Good

online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

I actually think about this so much you have no idea.

I mourn every friend that's gone off somewhere

I actually

think about this so much you

have no idea.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

The Studio Trigger cuts have claimed another victim, RIP to Laios’s magical digestive system diagram 🙏

Danny gets deaged and heads to Gotham to find jazz at collage there's only one problem he knows where the collage is just now where jazz's class is

Enter one bruce wayne who genuinely just so happened to be there (he's pulling a brucie wayme stunt) seeing a small kid looking around worried so what does the serial adopter do? Well he goes up to the kid of course crouching down to ask if he's ok whats his name wheres his parents or siblings?

Now jazz, jazz all but raised danny she protected him from a young age and helped him with anything he needed and durimg her time at collage she had worried for him, with the amount of bull her parents spouted she wouldn't be surprised if danny up and left

So imagine her surprise when she spotted her baby brother de aged talking to some stranger and at that moment every instinct flared and she remembered every warning she read or heard about Gotham and she acted

Danny was just looking for his sister when some guy crouched down to talk with him after asking some questions danny heard a sound he was familiar with jazz running

Bruce really wasn't expecting to be kicked for trying to help a kid

Artistic representation of jazz kicking bruce\/

Didn't Dick get adopted while Bruce was in his early 20's?

If we go with The Batman (2004 cartoon, not the Twilight vampire guy) he'd be 25ish.

And we all know Bruce loves a woman that can kick his ass.

Jazz's Converse on his face might as well be cupid's arrow in his heart.

"There are better ways to get a woman's attention, Master Bruce," scolded Alfred, frozen peas in hand.

"I was trying to help her brother," sighed Bruce, accepting the ice bag, "think this will leave a mark?"

"If that switchblade left no scar, I don't see why a sneaker would."

"Point."

Bruce had retreated to the Batcave shortly after the "attack", after reassuring the mortified Ms. Fenton that the only thing harm he'd suffered had been to his pride.

It was true, though not for the reason one would expect.

"I didn't even hear her," he mused, already headed to the Bat-Computer, "she was like a cloud."

"Followed by a kick to the face," pointed out Alfred with a raised eyebrow, "are you looking up her records?"

"No... just her MySpace."

The butler rolled his eyes.

"Forgive me for sounding dated, but back in my day, we asked a lady the things we wanted to know about them."

"Jazmine Fenton has two siblings," Bruce informed him, "Daniel Fenton, age seventeen, and Danielle Fenton, age fourteen. I see no mention of an eight year old child."

"A lot of people avoid posting the pictures of children on social media," Alfred pointed out, "no telling who's reading the posts."

"I'd previously been keeping an eye on the Fentons, but only on the parents. They're not quite supervillains, though they got close at one point."

"Oh? What changed?"

"Around two years ago they began working with the local superhero, Danny Phantom. They'd previously been hunting him, insisting he was deceiving the town by pretending to be a superhero, but was actually behind all the attacks he protected the town against."

"Sounds rather contrived, doesn't it?"

"We've seen worse," pointed out Bruce, pausing on a picture of Danny, "and speaking of contrived."

He then pulled up a folder labelled "Justice" -

"Dramatic as always, Master Bruce."

-and to a folder labelled "Potential Candidates", followed by "Danny Phantom-Amity Park", and to a picture of the young hero from the Amity Park Gazette. He then put it next to a picture of Daniel from Jazmine's MySpace and to a picture taken of the boy he'd tried to help. Alfred was quick to notice a pair of sneakers right on the edge of the freeze frame, making a beeline to Bruce's face.

"A striking resemblance," he admitted, "and Miss Jazmine has impeccable taste in shoes."

Bruce rolled his eyes at the jab, but didn't stop studying the pictures.

"It's the same person," he concluded, "I'd need a picture of Daniel when he was that age to be certain, but I'm pretty sure that's the same boy."

He got up and started to pace, getting a frown from Alfred when he left the frozen peas behind.

"Daniel must be a metahuman," he deduced, "probably as a result of the Fentons' experiments."

"You think his parents experimented on him?"

"Possibly, but I doubt it," he pulled up an archive on their website, "the Fentons are ghost hunters, or at least they used to be. Two years ago they changed their titles on their website to ecto-biology specialists, around the same time they stopped hunting Phantom. Prior to that they insisted that all ghosts were naturally malicious. It's unlikely they would have knowingly hunted their own son. He must have gotten his powers from a lab accident and concealed them."

"Not the strangest thing," figured Alfred, taking advantage of Bruce's pause to slap the peas back on his face, "that still leaves the question of his reduced age."

"I'll need to ask from the source" he decided, pulling up the cowl, "tell Dick and Barbara to start patrol on their own when they come in."

"If I may, Master Bruce. Perhaps you should try asking openly, rather than just breaking into Jazmine's dorm room and risk getting a slap to match the shoe print."

"... I'll consider it."

"And if you get her number, do so as Bruce Wayne!" he called out after the Batmobile, "Please don't start a relationship in your kevlar pajamas!"

Jazz paced around her dorm's roof. It was the only place she could get a proper signal.

"No mom, we already checked that too. Desiree's in the ghost zone, Spectra's in a thermos at the bottom of the bay, and Clockwork says we won't have any demon issues for at least three years... Yeah, I don't know what that means either. Something about Trigonometry. It's weird... Still? Frostbite's usually-."

A grappling hook stuck itself on the ledge next to her, giving her ample warning to get out of the way of the six-foot-something shadow that swooped over her and landed some ways away.

"I need a moment. It's about Phantom.

"...I'm gonna have to call you back... I love you too. Bye."

She flipped the clamshell shut and slipped it into her pocket, giving Batman her full attention.

"How can I help you?"

"I understand Phantom is out of commission," he told her, "I've been meaning to speak with him."

"What makes you think I can talk to him?"

"He's your brother."

Jazz felt her breath catch in her throat.

"There was an incident when he was fourteen, right as he started his freshman year. You might have been unaware at first, but after a few months you began protecting him from his parents, and from certain rogues when possible. After some time, you started joining him in his excursions."

"How do you know this? Tucker wiped all the security cameras."

"Not well enough."

"What do you want?"

"To help. I understand the boy you've been walking with is Daniel. What happened?"

"What makes you think I'll tell you?"

"You don't have to do this alone," he told her, approaching properly to stand with her, "I have access to resources you don't, but I don't know enough about ghosts in general to help him properly."

"And I know more about ghosts, but need your resources to track down what did this to him," she sighed, seeing his point, "what if I say no?"

"I will help him, but I will likely take longer to come up with a solution."

"And if I ask you to drop it and leave this to me?"

"Do you have a solution in mind yet?"

"No, but-."

"Then I can't leave this to you alone."

Jazz sighed, gritting her teeth in frustration. "Why?"

Batman raised an eyebrow.

"Why all this? Why are you helping us?"

"For the same reason your brother thanklessly protected his town," he figured, "someone has to. Amity Park needs him, and he doesn't deserve to go through what he has."

"So what, you're forming some sort of superhero support network?"

"More of a League, but yes. Will you accept my help?"

Jazz sighed again, but held out her hand to shake. "NO experimenting!"

"Wouldn't dream of it," he agreed after shaking hands, promptly making his way back to the ledge, "we'll be in touch."

"Right, I guess we will. Thanks Mr. Wayne."

Bruce almost fell off the roof.

"How-?"

Jazz giggled, "I may not be some super detective, but I know what the bottom of my own shoe looks like."

She walked up to him, looking up at his face, and reached out to poke the bruise on his cheek.

"You didn't apply your concealer properly," she pulled her hand back to show him the makeup on her finger, "it must have wiped off on your cape during one of your dramatic cape swooshes."

She pulled out a pocket notebook and a pen to jot down her number and gave it to him.

"Next time, just call ahead."

Bruce nodded and dove off the roof.

"Why are all superheroes so dramatic?" Jazz wondered to herself as the bat swooped away.

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Quick Note to those who missed it. This is The Batman (2004), so he's relatively inexperienced. Bruce has only been at this for three years or so, which means he hasn't fully perfected his art. I'm still not entirely certain this is completely on character for him, but I do remember that particular version was more easily flustered than others. I should re-watch it, it's been a while.

Also, I used to think Teen Titans was in the same universe as The Batman, which is why Clockwork mentioned Trigon.

Tiny hug! 💖 Husband is too big so tiny wife can only hug his face

Featuring my characters: Chiyo (tiny) and Saito (giant)

As far as I know there's no source for his age. Curious to see what everyone else thinks!

I'm glad we're all (mostly) in agreement hehe. I've always headcanoned Giovanni to be a good 10-15 years older than Jessie (so like 35-40). I love the idea that when his mom (Madame Boss) and Jessie's mom (Miyamoto) were in meetings, he was on babysitting duty. Big brother Gio

Considering Jessie and James are 15/16- most agents we see are probably between 15-20. I assume most agents joined up at 14ish.

Assuming age and experience gets you promotions (assuming your not a scientest or something niche like that): that would make the "manager" level agents who we dont see but give the missions and are generally responsible for field agent maybe 30ish?

The boss would be older, so maybe Giovani is 40-50. Old enough to run things and be in charge of a gym, but not old enough that he might need help. Help would probably be seen as weakness and he would probably assign a new leader, at least from a figuire head perspective. I doubt he would truly retire anyway, he would probably keep influencing the organisation as long as he could.

At most id say he was 60, we see him going on missions at times (like in the first pokemon movie). And with the right genetics, and health practises like exercise, good food and keeping the mind active: 60 year olds can still be very active and very sharp.

Doesnt always happen but 60 isnt automatically old enough to need help walking or needing a old persons home or fragile or anything like that. I see it all the time here- older poeple (50 and over) living lives just as actively as the 30 year olds around them. My own grandparents kept thier minds sharp and keen untill the very end! And it wasnt old age that took thier sharp mind, it was illness at an age where they were uniquely susceptible to thier body fucking up badly.

So 60 isnt a stretch either. 40-60 is my best guess for Giovani's age.

He probably has an apprentice he has been training to take over anyway. Thats probably good practise anyway since he could get arrested as a mega bad criminal.

*whispers* jessie and james are 25

but i agree with your reasoning!!

Madame Boss and Miyamoto are in a meeting, so Sakaki’s gotta babysit little Musashi!

Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh

Excuse me for the next 3-5 working days as I watch this on a loop continuously

Original video found here go give them a like!!

I love you Gt F/f couple that run a tattoo studio together 🥹🥹

Small artists you need to understand that when you see an artist who you think has 'made it' tells you not to worry about the numbers and to not fret about getting more likes than reblogs they are not telling you it because they think you are stupid for caring or because they dont need to network to survive they are very likely telling you that because they have witnessed first hand the way the numbers game tears people to shreds in terms of mental health and motivation

Beginner artist: It’s easy for you to say not to worry about the numbers because you don't have to do it anymore.

Advanced artist, shaking them by the shoulders: DON'T DO THIS, it's a never-ending loop of trying to satisfy the nameless statistical tables that make you think your worth is measured by the number of people you can entertain.

Uno is a fun but weird game in that everyone plays it differently

wait

red and yellow aren't the same color

???

...did you mean same number? Do you play a version where you can't stack same number different color?

all the other variations I've at least heard of, but not that

Shit, yea I meant same number

lol ok

so if you play a version where you can't stack same number different color, does that mean you only change colors with the "+4 change color" card?

that sounds like a much harder game

Growth capitalism is a deranged fantasy for lunatics.

Year 1, your business makes a million dollars in profit. Great start!

Year 2, you make another million. Oh no! Your business is failing because you didn't make more than last year!

Okay, say year 2 you make $2 mil. Now you're profitable!

Then year 3 you make $3 mil. Oh no! Your business is failing! But wait, you made more money than last year right? Sure, but you didn't make ENOUGH more than last year so actually your business is actively tanking! Time to sell off shares and dismantle it for parts! You should have made $4 mil in profit to be profitable, you fool!

If you're not making more money every year by an ever-increasing exponent, the business is failing!

Absolute degenerate LUNACY

#we loooooove the methodology of a cancer cell

#constant expansion at all costs!! go go go go go!! what do you mean the body has died

^^^^^^^^^^^

New word: pissinformation. No, I don’t know what it means.

wouldn't it be information produced by reading comprehension that could be described as piss poor?

Ok, you win. Best answer yet.

The rex-tailor law of pissinformation

Ok this is just delightful, first off

may i suggest a second definition:

-information gained from AI generation

Mmm yea I like it. Also that still tracks with piss poor reading comprehension as AI is so bad at reading

Wait!

Saw this like a week ago and so glad I could find it again