#jason TODD and the argonauts!!

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🗡️🏛️-RED HOOD AND THE ARGONAUTS- 🏛️🗡️

okay so someone on twitter (Miel, my fave red hood fan account 🥰) said that if jason had a team they should’ve been called “the argonauts” (after Jason and the Argonauts from greek mythology) instead of “the outlaws” and as someone who adores greek mythology i agree 100%.

which brings me to THIS piece!! inspired by the scene in the 1963 movie “Jason and the Argonauts” where jason and his crew fight warrior skeletons. it really got me thinking about jason going on silly quests and using the all-blades to fight supernatural (or mythological 👀) forces.

i really enjoyed drawing this so hope you guys like it too!! :)

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Jason and the Argonauts (1963)

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Jason and the Argonauts, Columbia Pictures, 1963, directed by Don Chaffey, starring Todd Armstrong and Douglas Wilmer -- but really starring the animated creations of Ray Harryhausen (born June 29, 1920)

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Idk what makes me lose my shit more, people who bring up the whole “Jason means healer! 🥰” when the Greek myth of Jason and the Argonauts is Right There (golden fleece anyone???), or people who genuinely have no grasp of the fact that the name “Damian” is like,,, analogous to “demon” or “devil.” Like they HAVE symbolism and meaning to their names, people just don’t try to actually USE it

Anyway I started a transfem!Jason fic and she decided to use the name Medea–

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Liking so many things sometimes get's confusing. Someone will start talking about Jason and I ask myself who is it? If he's dead or died it still doesn't narrow it down much. The second son of Batman? The man who sailed with the Argonauts? The beloved child soldier that made us all go "Where the fuck is Percy" (and is also named after the man who sailed with Argonauts)? Until I get the emotional whiplash of it being Jason Derulo

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Jason and the Argonauts (1963) Directed by Don Chaffey

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What would Jason's opinion on "Jason and the Argonauts" be?

Jason is a fan of classic literature, so I think he would love it. Especially pre-death Jason Todd.

I feel like Catherine would've read the myth to him and in RHATOs Willis said Jason is his "Damned Prince of Gotham"-- so Catherine would probably have a similar mindset.

I feel like he would forget about it when coming back to life, until he reads Willis's letters about, "Every Prince must have his retinue," and all that Jazz.

Now. How would Jason Todd feel about Jason Grace? I feel like, when he was first reading the series, Jason wouldn't have been his favorite character in HOO (He'd like and relate to Leo a lot more, with the Foster Care trauma, and the homelessness, humor to cope and all that) He would probably read the series after he read all of the Greek Myths, and find all the parallels with the snap of his fingers (One shoe? Come on Rick, you're being too obvious.)

and then he dies, and in my mind, he dies around 2016, And he comes back to life, and he's starting his revenge plot, and it's 2018, and The Burning Maze comes out and Jason G's last word being "REMEMBER" (being mortal. How demigods give their lives for the gods when the gods don't seem to Care. How he needs his death to make a difference so the gods no longer use Demigods as Just Pawns)

Oh he would've probably been pissed.

THE PARALLLELLLLLLLSSSSSS

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W A T C H I N G

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The first thing that went right in Jason's life is that his middle name wasn't "Willis". It was pretty much downhill from that point tho.

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Retro Trailer: Jason and the Argonauts (1963)

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Jason and the Argonauts (1963)

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Dear Daddy Long Legs - Chapter 28

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

TW: Blood (not overtly described) and smoking

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Chapter 28

The letters stopped immediately. 

Jason expected that would happen, but it didn’t stop him from religiously checking the PO box for the next week. When it was clear he wouldn’t be hearing from you, he reached out to Tim to amend the scholarship. No more letters, no more contact. You would still get your money if you chose to accept it, but he had the sinking feeling that now that you knew where it was coming from, you’d decline the scholarship altogether. He would hate to see you put your dreams on hold to prove a point, but you were stubborn like that. 

Crime Alley had snuffed another dream. 

Who was he kidding? He couldn’t blame this on Crime Alley. It was his fault, and his alone. 

Steph was right all along. He inserted himself where he ought not to be, and now he had to face the consequences of doing so. He had a bad habit of ruining good things, so why not taint what he had with you? His intentions were good, but good intentions had a way of coming back to bite him in the ass. It was easier to do dubious things and hope he stumbled into good along the way. 

You asked for time, and he respected that. The execution of his confession was far from perfect. It wasn’t a confession at all. You found the truth yourself while he stood there like a gaping fish. Even when the opportunity to tell the truth presented itself on silver platter, he had to go and spit in it. 

Jason had to trust that you’d reach out when you were ready. Or maybe that was the last time he’d ever hear from you. 

He tried not to think about it. 

He couldn’t. 

Not unless he wanted to go to a very dark place. 

So, instead of crashing out like every instinct told him to do, he settled on something more (barely) productive. He passed the Black Mask case to Tim, including full reign of his territory and all the evidence he gathered over the last few months. Tim might have had something snarky to say, but Jason wasn’t around to hear it. 

He skipped town shortly after, leaving his phone behind so no one could bother him. The temptation to check his phone every five seconds for a message from you was too strong. There wouldn’t be one, so it was easier to leave it behind. 

Artemis and Bizarro waited for him with a long list of clients seeking their expertise. It promised a hefty paycheck and a perfect distraction, so Jason jumped at the opportunity to drown himself in mercenary work. 

It worked for the first week. 

But as time wore on, the darkness found him. Work could only do so much. It couldn’t protect him from the quiet nights when he was left alone with his thoughts, with his regrets. He couldn’t escape, no matter how hard he tried to distance himself from the mistakes he left behind in Gotham. 

Running wasn’t working. 

Again. 

So, crash out it was. 

That was how he found himself here, pinned to the ground by a harpy. At least, that’s what he was calling it. Artemis vehemently denied his claim. But he saw the body of a bird and the head of a beautiful woman. If not a harpy, then why harpy-shaped? He’d read the myth of Jason and the Argonauts, and yes, he did see the fucking irony now. 

Their most recent venture led them to Crete, yet another check mark in the totally a harpy box, by the way, to find a relic for their client. He was a collector of rare pieces of Mediterranean origin, though he was painfully vague on the details save for a few amphoras that depicted a hidden temple of Zeus. A lot of people would cry myth, but ya know, Jason had dug himself out of the grave and he was currently wrestling with a harpy, so anything was possible. 

Hooked feet pierced the leather of his jacket and dug into the meat of his shoulders as it dragged him across the remnants of a cobbled street. Where was it taking him? He wasn’t too keen to find out. 

Jason twisted in its grasp, ignoring the way its talons shredded his skin as he wrenched himself free. Reaching for his gun, he only allowed himself a second to compose himself before he shot. His bullet clipped its wing, passing harmlessly through its feathers. 

Damn it. 

He tried again. 

It dodged at the last second, impossibly fast as if it were made of the gales it rode on. Feathers flitted around him like petals in springtime. This is what he got for rushing headfirst into the ruins without the others. He, honestly, didn’t remember doing so. One second, he was with the others, doing some light surveillance of the area, and now he was here. 

As the harpy doubled back to come at him again, he closed his eyes and braced himself for impact. 

He deserved this. 

If Jason hadn’t lied. If he told you the truth from the start. None of this would have— 

Artemis lunged at the harpy, her sword arcing in a clean sweep that severed its wing at the joint. Brackish ichor sprayed from the wound, coating her blade like an oil slick. It fell heavily on its side, its dulcet birdsong shifting to a haunting wail. With a hard look on her face, Artemis drove her blade down on its throat, silencing it for good. 

When it stopped twitching, she turned her glare on him. “Your masculine audacity astounds me sometimes.” 

“Yeah, same. Where’s Biz?” 

“Finishing off the others. Sirens travel in packs.” 

Jason pressed his hand over the gash on his shoulder to staunch the flow of blood. “Sirens? No way.” 

“Modern mythos has warped their image to resemble that of a fish woman, but that was undoubtedly a siren. She lured you with her voice, not that you seemed to notice until she had you pinned. You are fortunate this one liked to play with her food.” She flicked the blood from her blade. “You would have known the dangers if you waited like we discussed. You are a mess, Todd.” 

He smiled through the pain as Artemis yanked him to his feet. The strength behind it nearly pulled his arm clear from its socket. “Tell me something I don’t already know.” 

She crossed her arms, unimpressed. “I am sending you home.” 

Home. God, he hated that word. “You can’t bench me.” 

“And yet, I just did,” she said with a knowing slant of her brow, “I refuse to sit back and watch you get killed because you have decided to lose all sense of self-preservation. Whatever happened in Gotham is no concern of mine until it effects business. I—” 

“She no care for you.” 

Her eye twitched as Bizarro touched down next to her. A siren had slashed through his shirt to reveal the unblemished pectorals beneath. Must be nice to have skin tougher than steel. 

“It is unfortunate that I am put into a position to tell you that this is not the way to work through your feelings. As they say, it is the pot calling the kettle black. However, that would insinuate that pots and kettles are equal, and they are not. You are a flimsy kettle.” 

If Jason wasn’t actively bleeding, he might have had a leg to stand on, but now wasn’t the time to argue with her. “Gee, thanks.” 

“She says it to be mean,” Bizarro said sympathetically, “You are doing great. You no need to go back.” 

He shook his head. “I can’t go back to Gotham.” 

“Once, I would have loved to hear you say those words to me. I had wanted it more than you realized, but that is why I know you must. As much as I hate to admit it, you cannot quit that city. Nor can you quit its people.” Her gaze sharpened. “None of them.” 

Not even you. 

“So, what? You want me to fly back without a fight?” 

“Unless you would rather swim home? I hear the Mediterranean is balmy this time of year.” 

Jason grimaced. “I hate you.” 

“The feeling is mutual.” Her tone suggested the opposite. “I do hope that you can return to us in peak form eventually, but it is clear to me that you are simply running.” She placed a hand tentatively on his arm. One would almost say comforting, but Artemis would never admit that. “And I would like to meet the one that has so thoroughly fucked with your head. It seems she does not put up with your shit. An admirable quality.” 

Bizarro peeled back the strips of leather and Kevlar to study his wounds. “We no want to meet her. So, you fuck this up.” 

Jason laughed despite himself. If only they knew the half of it. He hadn’t been the most forthcoming of what went down between you and him, but it seemed they’d filled in the blanks themselves. 

“Yeah, we’ll see.” 

*** 

Jason recalled the night he met you. 

Your yellow hoodie, the strings chewed to pieces. 

Your worn copy of Wuthering Heights. 

The wariness in your gaze he’d grown fond of. 

Your conversation made his return to Gotham feel a little warmer, but that wasn’t the case this time. He arrived outside his main safehouse without preamble. It looked the same as the day he left it, untouched and uninspired. It was moments like this that he missed the organized chaos of your studio. 

He shrugged off his jacket and trudged across his living room, pointedly ignoring the phone he’d left on its charger in the kitchen—right next to Viola, the plastic succulent.  

A warm front pushed in while he was gone, leaving the air thick. He shoved open the window that led out onto the fire escape. Time had long-since corroded the lower landing, but his remained sturdy despite the creak of the grate under his boots. 

Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a carton of cigarettes he purchased from the bodega around the corner. A year had passed since he last smoked. It was a bad habit Jason returned to when life felt particularly bleak. It hung loose between his lips as he brought the lighter to the end. 

The familiar burn of nicotine filled his lungs. It didn’t help, per se, but it felt productive. Thin strips of smoke seeped through his teeth as he flicked some ash over the railing.  

Per Artemis’ demands, he came back. 

Now, what? 

Jason ran his fingers through his hair. He should have considered his next steps on the plane, but what he did next depended entirely on you. If you didn’t reach out, he wasn’t about to bully his way back into your life. 

“That’s a nasty habit, ya know?” 

He sputtered, choking on his next inhale. 

That voice. 

Babs said he was out of the country. 

Dick hoisted himself over the edge of the railing, dressed in his street clothes. He made it look effortless as he twisted into a handstand that pulled the fabric of his shirt taut across the lean muscles on his back. Show off. With a soft grunt, he shoved off and stuck the landing beside him. The grate groaned under their combined weight, and Jason felt less certain about its structural integrity than before. 

“So, I’ve been told.” He offered him the carton. 

Dick pulled one out and pressed it between his lips. Jason lit the end and watched as he took a long drag with the grace of someone who’d done it before. Only Jason knew the truth. Dick had been the one to teach him how to blow smoke rings, not that any of the others would believe that little Dickie would ever smoke. It was a memory he held onto like precious gold. 

“When did you get back?” 

“About three weeks ago,” he said with a half-smile, “Tim told me you skipped town.” 

And yet, he’d miraculously appeared the very night he got back. Jason could smell the bullshit from a mile away. “Who sent you to check in on me? Artemis?” 

“Please, we both know she’d have sent Roy.” 

“She still might.” 

“Then it’s a good thing I got here first.” Dick knocked shoulders with him. “Between you and me, Roy gives shit advice.” 

“Is that why you’re here? You give shit advice too.” 

“Rude.” Dick leaned against the railing. Despite his grumbling, Jason shifted over to make room for him. “Here I am, trying to be a good big brother, and this is the welcome I get.” 

Their relationship was complicated. Familiar, but complicated all the same. Case in point, this was the first time he’d seen Dick in almost a year because he couldn’t sit still for more than five minutes.  

Jason couldn’t shake the hooks that Gotham used to drag him back, but Dick, he was desperate to spread his wings and fly. 

He’d always been that way, even back before he died. He rarely came home, too busy being a hero and making a name for himself that was separate from Batman. Having him for a brother was like that sibling that was always away at school. 

Some things didn’t change, but that had. 

Dick tried to be more present for Tim, for Damian. With every new member that joined the Bat family, Dick went out of his way to make them feel welcome. Jason knew things had changed. His death may or may not have had something to do with it, but Dick never confirmed that it had, and he never asked. 

“Alright, fine, if Artemis didn’t send you, who did?” 

“Would you believe it if I said Bruce?” 

Jason blotted out his cigarette. It wasn’t scratching the itch like he hoped it would. “No.” 

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.”  

His laugh skittered across his bones as he took another drag. It had always been vaguely unsettling, but he’d toned it down around others. Not with him. When it was just the two of them, he dropped the pretense. Dick was far from the golden boy everyone claimed he was, and he allowed himself to relax around Jason who had seen the wrinkles in his facade long before he smoothed them out. 

“Alfred asked me to check in.” 

“Now, that’s more believable, but barely.” 

Dick puffed his cheeks. “Alright, fine, he didn’t actively say those words either, but it was heavily implied. I’ve learned to read between the lines.” 

And that was more believable still. Jason flicked and unflicked the lighter, watching as the flame danced on it wick. “Why doesn't anyone in this fucking family knows how to communicate?” 

Dick shrugged. “No idea. Probably why you’re in this mess now, yeah?” 

He shot him a narrow look. “What do you know?” 

“Enough. You’ve taken a page from the Tim Drake school of using fake names with the girl you like. Bold move. Not what I would have done, but we can’t all be perf—” He couldn’t even finish that statement without bursting into another peel of laughter. 

Jason flipped his lighter off. “Are you here to give advice or do you just want the credit for saying you did?” 

His expression turned more serious. “I was waiting for you to ask for it. Something tells me that’s as close as I’ll get, so here it is. You made a bad call, but that doesn’t mean all is lost. She already knows you have a vigilante identity and that’s, honestly, half the battle in our line of work.” 

“She seemed to like Red Hood a lot better than she liked the man under the mask.” That wasn’t true. Not even a little bit, but if he said it out loud, maybe he could convince himself it was. Your silence might hurt less if he believed Red Hood was the true object of your affection. 

“It’s because you never gave her a chance to know Jason Todd.” 

If anyone else in their family saw fit to appear suddenly outside his apartment, spouting the same bland ass advice, Jason would have started shooting, but Dick said it in earnest. He sat with his suggestion for a few moments as Dick finished off the rest of his cigarette.  

There were no expectations beyond his thoughtful reflection.  

He knew Jason well enough to know he couldn’t be forced to draw a conclusion before he was ready. 

And he was right, of course. 

You knew him, but not really. There were aspects of his past that fundamentally shaped who he is as a person, and you deserved to know about them. He never gave Jason Todd a chance. 

When Jason finally nodded, Dick flicked his cigarette butt over the railing. “So, when do I get to meet her?” 

“Never, if I can help it.” 

“Prick.” 

“Dick.” 

They shared a conspiratorial smile. “I missed ya, man.” 

“I’m right here.” For better or for worse, Jason was here. Gotham was his home, whether he liked it or not. But if it meant spending the rest of his life with you, maybe this city wasn’t all bad.  

“I’m not going anywhere.” 

*** 

In the serene quiet that followed Dick’s departure, Jason settled at his kitchen table, daunted by the blank sheet of paper laid out in front of him. Dick made it sound simple, but nothing about his life was simple.  

You deserved to meet Jason Todd. Not just the bad parts, not just the parts that were vaguely bittersweet parts, but the good parts as well.  

And there were good parts of his life. 

He decided a letter was the best way to tell his story. It was more romantic, and Jason was nothing if not a bleeding poet at heart. 

As he brought pen to paper, one thing became clear. 

He was going to need a lot more paper. 

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A/N: I overcame my fear of writing Dick Grayson. Anyway, we're on the homestretch, friends. Two chapters left.

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i think, anymore, that anyone trying to make a jason todd lives story in a post-red hood world creates a moral failing for the character bc i believe they want to rely on red hood jason as a basis and not... what jason would have been had he never died.

truly, i believe jason would've been the snarky, yet sweet kid as he aged but mellowed out with time. he's still cheeky as hell, but a sweetheart nonetheless. a jason that lives, in my humble opinion, would still make off color jokes -- maybe he survives the explosion. maybe that's the jokes he makes for the next 5+ years.

he would've made his own identity in time, outgrowing robin eventually. while it's sweet to think jason would take a flamebird approach akin to dick, it's better for jason to follow dick in the way he would totally make a new identity inspired by wonder woman -- maybe a hero named argo based on the ship used by jason and the argonauts from greek mythology. or maybe daphnis, a follower of artemis (that created pastoral poems).

I also don't think he would've left the manor, at least not at first. i think a jason that lives would've stayed home up until he graduated from gotham u, he went to gotham u to stay close to home btw. like jason loves school, he does extremely well in it when he's allowed to focus on that and thrive. perhaps he's given scholarships, grants, full rides to other university's based on his academics alone; but, he stays home because jason is like bruce. gotham is his home, for all its faults he loves it, he wants to make it a better place.

this isn't everything, this is just some of the key points i think are important when reflecting on a jason todd lives/survives story. let him be kind, snarky, sarcastic, and just overall a mess of a kid that turns into this good man. it is constantly referenced that "had jason not died, he would've been a good man" okay then. when you're writing him not dying, let him be one.

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Danny Fenton/Jason Todd, Ghost King Danny Fenton, Danny is the Ancient of Space, Jason becomes a halfa eventually, they are college students in this, Jason is the original Jason of Jason and the Argonauts, Jason reincarnation!au, cursing, injuries but nothing graphic, Bruce Is Trying His Best, Bruce is suspicious of Danny, Danny gets roped into being a vigilante again, Poisoning Mentions, Mentions of Cancer, as in Jason thinks he has cancer when its just memories

Summary:

Jason is trying to live his second chance at life to the fullest: protecting Gotham's streets as the Red Hood, going to college to get a degree, participating in Gotham's Renaissance Faire, getting a boyfriend, all of it. Sure, he's been daydreaming a lot more and it might be becoming a major problem and his boyfriend is apparently a meta who saved his kid brother after a mission gone wrong, but as far as he was concerned those were nothing to worry about. What he does need to worry about is homework and rogues attempting to kill him... right?

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COlumbia Pictures rewatch Review :Jason and the Argonauts

For our second Columbia review we are looking at a certified CLASSIC ,One I have seen many times ,the fantasy adventure Jason and the Argonauts

In this 1963 film Jason(Todd Armstrong ,though dubbed by Tim Turner ),seeks to regain his fathers throne and bring hope back to his kingdom by going on a quest to find the Golden Fleece,with aid by the goddess Hera (Honor Blackman )and a ship manned by Greeces great athletes

So I'll admit ,I am not too familiar with the myth of the Argonauts (Though I do know enough that Jason and his love interest Medeas relationship doesnt end well ) so I am not gonna do much comparison,this is gonna be viewed as a movie

Now lets start with criticims ,and I think the main one id because its based on myth ,its a little clunky to a film audience .Example the film establishes King Pelias as the main villain ,the usurper who killed Jasons father and sister .....Buuuuuuuuuuuut since the film is about Jason going on a quest ,and since the film ends with the capture of the Golden Fleece ,PElias kind of disappears from the movie after Act 1 then in act 3 taking over as the big bad is ANOTHER evil king ,King Aeetes .I also think its a shame that the Argonauts arent that developed aside from Jason,Argus ,Hercules ,Hylas and Acastus .Also Medea feels kind of genric which is funny when you know about her myth equivalent

That said this movie rocks .Its a fun adventure .I think the aspect of the story I like the most is how mankind are sort of playthings for the gods ,I love how casual the scenes in olympus are ,how casually they treat the fates and lives of men

The cast is mostly solid,Todd Armstrong brings an appropriatly heroic vibe to Jason ,Gary Raymond is appropriately conniving as Pelias's son /spy Acastus ,Laurance Naismith is fun as the ships builder Argus ,and Jack Gwiliam is scene stealingly hammy as the villainous King Aeetes (His "KILL KILL KILL THEM ALLLLL " has stayed in my mind for decades ).Honestly it is the supporting cast who steal the show though, Patrick Troughton as the blind king Phineus ,Niall MacGinnis as one of my favorite takes on Zeus ,Nigel Greene as hands down the best Hercules ever put to film, John Cairney as Hercules doomed friend Hylas ,and a fantastic performance by Honior Blackman as the goddess Hera

Now the best part of the film is the setpieces by special effects maestro Ray Harryhausen ,who brought the monsters of Ancient greece to life.There are 4 stop mostion set pieces in the film and they are all good.First is the clash with the bronze giant Talos ,who is a masterpiece of character animation .Next are the Harpies who torment Phineus ,who are probabbly the weakest sequence ,Im not to fondd of the bat like design for them ,though Troughton does some great mime acting.The most impressive scene is definately Jasons fight with the seven headed Hydra ,who is legit creepy,and with seven heads to animate mustve been a pain for Harryhausen to animate.Then you have the finale where JAson and co fight seven skeleton warriors (A sort of spiritual succesor to Sinbads fight with a skeleton in 7th Voyage of Sinbad ) which many have declared one of the best special effects sequences of all time and....Yeah I agree .Its an exciting and well done fclimax that ends the fiklm on a good note

Overall this film is a fantasy classic,highly reccomended

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