#c: jason

[southgxtehills]

So I know I am late to the party but I have just finished watching Ted Lasso and I want to say that I thought it was great. I don't think I know of any other football comedy or drama that has done as well as Ted Lasso has. It is great to meet you, by the way.

@sudeikisfms

[star-crossed-juliet]

@ The Oracle & The Compass

Juliet wasn't really the type to run off anymore, and that hadn't been her intent for the day either. But after her argument with Adam she decided to leave for the sake of blowing off steam, if nothing else. She hadn't even realized that she'd left her phone at home until about mid afternoon, and by that point she still hadn't decided it was worth it to go back for it. Adam needed to cool off too, and she knew that wouldn't have happened just yet. But she eventually got to the point of wanting company, comfort. And since she couldn't get that from the pack at the present moment she instead found herself outside of the house and adjacent home of her dearest friends, her other family. The evening sun was ducking behind the nearby buildings, but it was nowhere near dark enough to hide the warlock that sat on the stoop. Desmond, if his attachment to Thaddeus at the party yesterday was correct. They made eye contact, but his expression was so incredibly grave. And she didn't even stop to ask why, because that look was enough to make her blood run cold. She pushed her way into the shop, finding only Dane and Jason inside. But the emotions in the air were far from lost on her, not to mention the faint scent of blood. They both looked up at her in surprise, but it didn't hide the pain that dominated their beings. "What's wrong?" She asked finally.

@panda-without-pajamas

@jason-is-devoted

[darkjustice]

@all-blades

It was Jason. He's alive. I don't know how. Alfred's voice had been ringing in his ears for hours. He couldn't remember right now how the conversation had gone after that moment. Because as soon as he heard those words, a tidal wave of emotion had swelled up above him. So high it blocked out all the light, left Bruce completely in darkness. Holding his breath.

And then it crashed down around him.

Grief first -- he remembered holding Jason in his arms, limp, cold. The terrible weight of death like gravity pulled harder on the lifeless. Sometimes he still felt that weight in his arms, even now. But then joy, unbridled, wild, like a fire tearing through him, scorching, too fast, too much, too intense. Jason, alive. Alive again, with that attitude that couldn't be contained and a smile that would melt a room when he was really happy. How could Bruce not feel joy, remembering that? Remembering him as he was? But then crept in suspicion. Fear. Anger. Was this really Jason? How could he be alive? Oh, there had been plenty of cheated graves in Gotham, even bonafide resurrections -- but had anything good ever come of those? What if something else had taken Jason's place? What if... What if he was changed?

It was that last question that finally made him don the cowl and slip out into the city. He could've gone to where Alfred had said they ran into each other. But no. No, Bruce followed his gut and found himself at the belfry. Approaching a particular gargoyle. He stood there, silently, staring up at the figure while the tidal wave crashed over him all over again. Everything, all at once. "So. It really is you," he said finally, standing very still in the shadows of the belfry.

[notmyfatherssins]

“ i just want to belong somewhere again. or to someone, i guess. ” // from Didi to Jason

@dxsole sent memes for that specific brand of ships (softer)

As the rain patters down on the leaves and mulchy ground around them, Jason sits on a fallen log under the shade of a tree, his legs pulled up to his chest and his arms wrapped around his knees. His mind wanders, blue eyes fixated on his brother who is sleeping soundly in a stolen sleeping bag by the remains of the fire they cooked their previous meal on. Not for the first time in his life, he wishes he had magic. Magic would mean he could conjure up a proper meal for them, a real fire, beds even. Magic would mean that they didn't have to be in this situation at all.

The blonde is so lost in his thoughts that he barely notices Didi sitting beside him until her soft voice breaks through the sound of the rain. He jolts a little, both physically and out of his thoughts. It takes everything he has not to appear surprised at her words. Instead, he keeps his expression neutral, aside from a soft smile, and reaches out to take her hand.

Ever since they left, she's been... strange. Quiet. Distant. Running away was her idea in the first place, but rather than coming into her own and taking charge like Jason expected, Didi seems to have merely grown... timid. It's been up to him to step up, to make the decisions, to look after them both.

"Didi, you do belong somewhere. You belong with us." He sighs, lifting a hand and turning her face to his, whether she likes it or not. "I know that's not quite what you meant. But you wanted this. You made the decision to take Justin away from it all, and I'm grateful for that. You belong with us now." As the rain suddenly picks up and Justin stirs where he sleeps, Jason shrugs himself out of his jacket and places it around Didi's shoulders instead.

"It's all going to be okay. We will work something out, I promise you."

What he doesn't admit, is how scared he is.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Dan, bound to a clone body and experiencing a relatively calm life with the Fentons, gets de-aged by a jealous Vlad and is held hostage by the man, who wants to be involved with family things. Vlad, somehow, loses the baby.

14 years later, Jason Todd is desperately looking for his mother, only for the DNA test to match him with a 30-year-old transman and a billionaire over 60.

Oh, and his own missing person's report.

[ashrayus]

rough night

[wrxnxashby]

"Best words I've heard from a stranger all day." Wren took that to heart. The man was right, and if Wren could offer his own perspective on something so meaningful, he wanted to do it. "Fairy tales and dragons aren't real... Bad parents unfortunately are." His smile faltered; his facade was beginning to crack. He tried so hard to pretend he didn't struggle with his past. "Maybe you're right, man. Even if I don't have a top seller, a little bit of recognition could go far."

"I don't think that's too optimistic. People connect with the real stuff, you know?" Jason lifted his shoulders into a shrug, "That's the stuff that really sticks. I think we all like to pretend that escaping into books of fairy tales and dragons is where we want to be," he paused, "but it's the stuff that hits close to home that really means something." Not that he was a huge reader, himself, but he was feeling a bit inspired. @wrxnxashby

[damianwaynerocks]

so in the robin run we see that damian knows what to do to get his siblings to stop fighting. like he hugged jason bc he knew he would freeze up for example. i choose to believe that this means that damian has a psychological profile of his siblings

[notmyfatherssins]

@apphrodite​ sent  🐝  *  ―  𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓  𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘  𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

“Bad things?” The words were repeated, even though Jason had a sneaking suspicion (or, perhaps, rather a hope) that he knew exactly what she meant. A dark brow quirked, his lips twitching up in a half-smirk as he crossed the room towards her, his hands settling rather clumsily and hungrily on her hips as he pulled her closer in a rough motion.

“What kind of bad things, babe?” Pale blue eyes roamed her face, his tongue darting out to wet his lips in pure lust. “Tell me all about it.” 

[charlietheepicwriter7]

The Joker was apprehended, sitting on the ground as Batman guarded him, but the kid--"Bruce Wayne's newest ward, how tragic! Hehehe!"--was nowhere to be found. Nightwing and Red Hood desperate searched the warehouse until a shuffling noise grabbed their attention.

A kid, black haired just like the kid in the Joker's broadcast, crawling out of a pile of boxes. "Is it over?" the boy asked quietly.

Nightwing guided him to the only exit, unfortunately walking past the boy's own kidnapper. "Yeah, kid. It's over. Come on-"

Like a shot, the boy rushed the Joker and kicked him right in the balls.

The Joker wheezed like a dying squeaky toy. Red Hood froze. Nightwing immediately snatched the boy up by the armpits, but all that did was give the boy the height to attack again, punting Joker in the jaw. The clown went down and cracked his head on the floor. He did not get back up.

There was a moment of silence before Red Hood roared with laughter, his helmet distorting the sound.

[sammygibb-hf]

Is it bad that I still haven't listened to it yet? Considering I am a musician and songwriter. I really need to. It is great to meet you, Jason. I'm Samantha, but you can call me Sam or Sammy.

We're all still riding on The Tortured Poets Department right? Not just us; It's been pretty much on repeat in my house since it's release and my seven year old is back on her bracelet making shit so I keep finding pony beads everywhere, and my ten year old is obsessed with the drum tracks on one song so it's been loud while he tries to figure that out and I love it. Anyway, I'm Jason, I'm a Swiftie, and if you peep me at a red light in my car singing But Daddy I Love Him, you mind your very own business | @hfrpstarters

[aroaceleovaldez]

an update to the collection of pjo emotes i've made recently for discord

as per usual these are free to use on your own discords or for personal use.

[kayadrake123]

Batfam incorrect quotes

__________________________________ *Y/N and Steph rolling cookie dough with their hands* *Duke, Jason and Damian walk into the kitchen just as Y/N’s phone beeps* Y/N: Hey Jason, can you get that for me please, I’m a little occupied.

Jason, picking up the phone: From Teddy, “In town tonight, would love to see you. 9pm, drinks?”

Y/N, freaking out: Oh my god, Teddy!

Tim, coming from under the table: Hey, who’s Teddy?

Duke, confused like everyone else: Woah, hey man. What are you doing-

Y/N: Tim?

Tim, shrugging: Sometimes I just sit under the table and listen to you guys.

Damian: What the fuck-

Duke: Weird and gross.

Steph: Makes sense…

Tim: Who’s Teddy?

Y/N, talking to Steph: What do you think he wants? You think I should meet him for a drink?

Tim: Am I the only one kind of dying to know who this Teddy character is?

*Duke, Jason, Steph and Damian collectively roll their eyes*

Tim: I think I speak for all of us-

Jason: Tim, you and Y/N didn’t work out, okay!

Tim: I’m just-

Jason: www.Moveon.org

Tim: www.It’s not about that, okay? Just-

Duke, patting him on the shoulder: Chill out.

Damian: This is so embarrassing Drake.

Tim: Yeah, okay. Thanks.

*Tim slips under the table again* _____________________________________

[bee-a-garbage-shipper]

Jason: *Explaining why he fled during the fight.* Tim disappeared, I had to find him and make sure he was all right.

Roy: This boy broke into Nightwing's home, then single-handedly blackmailed Batman at twelve, then caused multiple international incidents with Young Justice, and today he defeated Ra's al Ghul after blowing up dozens of League of Shadows bases.

Roy: Are you sure he's the one you should be worrying about?

[edenxoconnell]

“Whoa. A model?” Eden’s eyes went wide for a second but she couldn’t deny that she totally saw how the man in front of her was a model. He was honestly gorgeous. “You should! It would be cool to give all details about the behind the scenes of those things.” She smiled at him fondly.

“I would love that! Either one you prefer!”

@jasonchois

He felt more at ease hearing that, appreciating that she didn't mind at all. If it were anyone else, he wasn't sure he'd be as lucky in this situation. "My main job is modeling. I've gotten to do a few cool shoots lately that I plan to make videos about later on. It would be fun plus the joy of being your own boss." Jason knew it wasn't for everyone plus he didn't plan on making it full time at least not at this point in his life. Though that could also be due to the fears of the uncertainty that came with posting videos as his only job. "Really? I can show you or just tell you what my channel is. I'm sure you'd enjoy my videos."

[jasmines-library]

if your requests are closed you can just ignore this :) but im just imagining liek a batfam and younger teenage daughter where bruce gets a tattoo of her name or like symbol which is usually a big no but he got it where it's not as noticeable cause she mentioned once how he should and so when he showed her and all the other boys they immediately would pull all dramatics like oh he doesn't love me ph he picked favorites and in all reality he was planning on getting a tattoo for all of them and just did hers first to mess with them a bit

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“What is that?" Damian scowled, noting the small inking peeking out of the hem of Bruce's shirt. The six of you were mingling in the kitchen, all gathered together for breakfast before you all scatter about for your own busy days.

Bruce followed Damian’s gaze, as did Tim and Dick. “It’s a tattoo.” Bruce hummed.

Damian practically rolled his eyes. “TT. I can see that. But since when did you get tattoos?”

“It’s recent.” Bruce answered.

Damian squinted at the tattoo. It was rather small, but– “Is that her name?!” Damian pointed a finger at you accusingly from across the room.

This time Dick inspected the tattoo. “It is.”

Damian gasped dramatically. “Favouritism!”

“It’s not favouritism –” Bruce started.

“It is.” Jason said from where he was leaning against the counter.

“No it isn’t–”

“Where’s our tattoo’s, bruce?” Tim leaned in. “Don’t you love us too?”

“He doesn’t love us anymore, Tim.” Dick said teasingly. “We’re not worthy of tattoos.”

“You may as well disown us.” Jason added “It’s clear they’re the favourite.”

You laughed softly, amused from the other side of the room. It is clear that your brothers are joking, amused by the situation. Well…maybe all of them except Damian who sat there slumped on his chair, his arms folded in front of him and his face drawn perfectly into a scowl. “It was my idea.” You said. “I told him he should get one. He asked me to design one for him.I didn't think he would actually get it.”

“Sure.” Jason elongated his words sarcastically. “That’s the excuse”

“It’s true.” Bruce backed you up.

“Doesn’t excuse the fact that you’re playing favourites” Dick teased.

“I’m not playing favourites.” Bruce said. “In fact, I was going to ask the four of you if you wanted one too. But since I apparently don’t care about you then…..”

“No. No.” Damian jumped in quickly. “You love us very much. We were joking.”

You smirked a little at Damian’s change in demeanour, clearly keen to get his own tattoo. Bruce noticed this too, and so did your other brothers, each watching Damian with an amused eye, but also interested themselves.

“I’ll go get a pen and paper.” Damian said, slipping from his stool. It squealed against the tiles as he dashed out of the room, his voice fading away as moved continuing his rambles. “I have some great ideas—“

Bruce smiled a little. But oh lord….what had he gotten himself into…..

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