#Baker City

[unteriors]

Foothill Drive, Baker City, Oregon.

[climbhighsleeplow]

Old Mine Building at Oregon Trail Museum

Baker City Oregon

[militarymenrbomb]

Another from stubbled faced Shay! Have I mentioned that I love a stubbled face? Anyway, there is no time and date stamp, so no idea how old this is. It is the 1st clip on his tiktok, and I hadn't seen b4, I'm assuming it's new. He's a firefighter by trade in baker city, OR. Near the largest fire in the country right now. Check out his tiktok, @s3shay.

[malheurwoman]

Wildfires

My part of the state of Oregon is on fire. I mean ON FIRE. Big fires. Cow Valley. Durkee. Falls. Owyhees. It’s on fire. I know the acres burned are in the millions. That’s the whole state so far. So. Waiting for the fire to come across the hills behind the house. There are get out now code red evac notices for nearby– Willowcreek, Brogan, Rye Valley. I know some folks in Brogan who’ve lost some…

[wilmontstudioarchive]

Baker City, Oregon

mid 1960s

[mike-jacque-c-the-world]

02/08/23 - Baker City, OR - EARLY MORNING SNOWSCAPE - The U-Haul roadtrip to Texas continues. Was having good luck avoiding snow in the mountain passes on this roadtrip until last night when things got pretty dicey real quick. My big mistake was not knowing I had a mountain pass to traverse last night. By the time I did, I found myself in a raging snowstorm and had no choice but to continue. Things quickly progressed from bad to worse with pretty close to zero visibility and only one lane open with only faint tire tracks to follow. An 18-wheeler passed me up and I decided to tuck in behind it and follow its tail lights and tire tracks. We were only going about 20 mph and it seemed like it took forever to get over the pass. A big thank you to the truck driver that led the way. Things calmed down as we got to lower elevations with better visibility and driving conditions. Was feeling very lucky and relieved when I got to Baker City where I found an old school roadside motel that was surprisingly cozy and nice. This morning, walked out the door and was struck by the beauty of this untouched snowscape. What a difference 12 hours makes. Life is good!

[autotrails]

American Auto Trail-Oregon Trail (Union to Baker City OR)

American Auto Trail-Oregon Trail (Union to Baker City OR) https://youtu.be/bNjfnQss7-0 This American auto trail explores the old route of U.S. Highway 30 from Union to North Powder, Oregon. At North Powder, the route follows U.S. 30 into Baker City.

[jasonsbruce]

Alfred: Master Bruce, can you hear me? I'm detecting someone tracking your movement through the city. Bruce: I knew he would. Alfred: I… think I may have missed something, sir. Who are you talking about?

[blade-liger-4ever]

Catholic Tumblr wake up, we got justice in this game!!!!!

[viewfromthelake]

[pedroam-bang]

Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980)

[midasx9]

i don’t care if you don’t like fitz as a character. i really don’t. you’re allowed to dislike a character.

but if you hate him just because he’s getting in the way of your sokeefe it’s ON. SIGHT.

[cleowho]

“I recognise the hand writing”

City of Death - season 17 - 1979

[jellofish-plant]

Sweet on You

Pairing: Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Baker!Reader

Summary: Jason Todd has been a regular at your bakery for weeks now, always ordering the same thing: coffee, black, and a raspberry scone. You thought it was just about the food—until he started sticking around for the conversation.

Warnings:

Mentions of Jason’s vigilante lifestyle (bruises, rough nights)

Reader works in a bakery (talk of food, pastries, etc.)

[Masterlist]

The bell above your bakery door chimed, signaling a customer’s arrival. You glanced up from frosting cupcakes to see a tall figure in a leather jacket stroll in. Jason Todd.

He’d become a regular over the past few weeks, always ordering the same thing: a coffee, black, and one of your raspberry scones. At first, you thought he was just a fan of your baking—until you caught him watching you out of the corner of his eye one too many times.

“Morning, sunshine,” Jason greeted, leaning casually against the counter. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and there was a hint of a bruise peeking out from his jawline. Typical.

“You look like you had a rough night,” you said, grabbing a scone from the display case.

“Gotham never sleeps,” he replied with a smirk. “But I hear your pastries make everything better.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Flattery won’t get you a discount.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Jason said, sliding a crumpled bill across the counter. “But if I keep coming back, you might start charging me extra for the charm.”

As you poured his coffee, you glanced at him again. There was something about Jason that intrigued you something more than his rugged good looks and the way his smile could light up a room. He was guarded, but when he looked at you, it felt like the walls he kept around himself cracked just a little.

“Here you go,” you said, sliding his order toward him.

Instead of taking it and leaving like he usually did, Jason lingered. “So, how’d you get into this whole baking thing?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What, suddenly interested in my life story?”

“Maybe,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “You know, getting to know the person behind the best scones in Gotham.”

You chuckled, wiping your hands on your apron. “I’ve always loved baking. My grandma taught me when I was little. There’s something about it that feels... grounding. Like no matter how chaotic life gets, I can always count on a batch of cookies to turn out right.”

Jason’s expression softened. “That’s nice. Grounding’s good. Especially in this city.”

“What about you?” you asked, folding your arms. “What do you do when you’re not charming bakery workers and drinking questionable amounts of coffee?”

Jason hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. “Freelance work. Kinda all over the place.”

You tilted your head, sensing there was more to his story. But you didn’t push. Instead, you nodded toward his scone. “Well, whatever you do, it seems like you’ve got good taste in pastries.”

“Best decision I’ve ever made,” Jason said, his voice lower now, a touch more serious.

For a moment, the two of you just looked at each other, the usual playful banter replaced by something... softer.

“Hey,” he said suddenly, breaking the silence. “You ever need someone to taste-test new recipes, I’m your guy.”

You laughed, the sound light and warm. “I’ll keep that in mind, Todd.”

As Jason turned to leave, coffee and scone in hand, he paused at the door. “See you tomorrow, sunshine.”

The bell chimed again as he walked out, leaving you smiling to yourself. Yeah, tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

[wilmontstudioarchive]

Baker City, Oregon

Mid 1960s

[haxanbroker]

Baker Street station. London, October 2024.