#c:jason

[vincentxcastro]

Vincent smiled and shake his head. "Is that so? All I know that is you have this cool, chill and also maybe a tiny mysterious vibe too. All seem perfect for being a spy," he chuckled shaking his head. "You are also proving my point too but, maybe it's because I have been watching spy movies lately since my youngest is currently into spies," he sighed softly.

"I might not say no to that and might even bring some friends along. I might know someone who is looking for a project," he spoke raising a brow with a grin on his face. "It takes time." @jasonxamato

"A spy?" He chuckled with a shake of his head, "That's one I haven't heard before." Jason teased, "I've been told I'm low-key," he said, using a word he picked up from his younger colleagues, "I blend into the background. So if you need help learning to do that," he joked, laughter bubbling over his lips. "That's pretty awesome," Jason admitted, raising his brow as Vincent spoke. "I'm going to have to have you come and interior design my place." He joked with him, "I'm still working on making it have the whole lived in feeling." @vincentxcastro

[greenlanterns-light]

now that dick the guy is out of crush jail another guy that’s been deep within my brain has clawed his way out… ugh. hello jason

[touchofsomething]

Clutch (Jasper/Jason)

This wasn’t the weekend Jasper had planned, hell, it wasn’t anywhere close to it. He and his friends had come to Miami for a little fun before his brother’s wedding and what was supposed to be a little bachelor party celebration turned into stiffing a dealer for his stash. 

His brother was high and stupid and thought he could get away with it, but when two very large men knocked on their hotel room door Jasper knew he had one of two options.

Sell his brother out or take the fall himself.

Now, dragged to a mansion he was placed in front of the dealer’s boss and Jasper had to force himself not to pass out. As much as this felt like the movies the very real guns and piercing stare from the attractive blonde boss told him this was not.

“I’m really sorry about what happened” he started to say “I’ll pay you back, whatever it costs. I’m good for it”

@yourdreamdaddies​

[nazli-deleri]

"That's a relief that I'm not the only one torn on flavors," Nazli laughed lightly and turned back to the ice cream menu with a pout. "It's just hard, especially when you're dead set on one flavor, but finding the complementary is the hard part. I mean," she turned back to Jason, "Normally, I'd say oh I'll just get the same scoops. But what's the fun in not mixing things up, right?"

Enjoying something sweet after a day of hard work was just the thing that Jason needed. Besides ice cream was a good reward for himself to keep the motivation going. His eyes glanced around before he noticed that he wasn't alone. Didn't know how he didn't see her but seems he was more oblivious than he thought. Maybe the thought of a couple scoops of ice cream was keeping his mind preoccupied.

"Alright, I was figuring that which scoops I want." He chuckled a bit as he weighed the option between a few flavors. "That's not silly, I do the same thing myself."

[roguexwrites]

Jason had been dreading this weekend for god knew how long. Months, perhaps. But he’d smiled and done everything asked of him because that was what a best man did. As he stepped into the tailor’s shop, Jason sighed. He’d been at this for three hours already and he’d already powered through half the list. This was just one more thing to do before tonight’s rehearsal dinner. He just needed to power through that, the stag night, the wedding ceremony, and the reception and he could put this entire thing behind him. He couldn’t wait to go back to his regular schedule. “Lacey,” he said, resting his forearms against the counter top and flashing his best smile at the shop owner. “I’m here to pick up the suits for tonight’s festivities. Please tell me they’re ready.”

[speedythesecond]

Mia was happy for Roy and Jason. They both deserved someone who made them happy. However, she had certain obligations when her brother (and no one could convince her Roy wasn't really her brother, blood or official or not) starter dating someone. Finding Jason Todd wasn't always easy, but Mia knew a trick or two. She slid in beside him with two coffees in hand, offering him one. "'Sup, Jay?" @rxdshood

[drew-a-tanaka]

How often do you and Isabelle screw in public places? Have you ever been caught? (For Jason)

“Well there are 365 day in a year carry a leap year every four years carry the one square that....every day we screw in public every day. We have been caught more than 10 times but people should learn to knock on janitor closets.”

[lvnarphoebe]

date: late september location: Asphodel Club status: closed for @sunsctting​

A lot of work went into managing Asphodel Club. But Phoebe had never been afraid of hard work, and went about her job with a routine efficiency. Most things were delegated to those who’d be working in those areas, but it was her responsibility to ensure that it was all done and done right before the doors would open. As always, it was a slow start to the night. People began trickling in as soon as the doors opened, and Phoebe kept moving.

The night was beginning to pick up speed, which was around the time that Phoebe was also the least busy. The lull between making sure everything was starting okay, prepared for the night ahead, and when she needed to problem solve anything that went wrong. She let her second-in-command know she was stepping out and grabbed her coat. But just as she planned to step out the back, where it was quiet, she saw him. Jason.

Their eyes met for a millisecond before the crowd was blocking him from view, but Phoebe felt her heart catch in her throat. A wave of emotions, too much to handle, came over her. It would’ve been smarter to just walk away and let Jason come to her when he was ready. But something about him had always made it hard to do the smart thing. She cared too much, even now.

Another chance spotting of him as he headed out the door made her decision. Her feet carried her before she could really think. Ducking past the bouncer, she spilled onto the street outside, pushing past the people trying to come in.

“Jason!” she called after him.

[ravager-rosie]

poison + wine .: rose & jason

She was familiar with his demons. She knew the fears and doubts that plagued her friend as they had shared them on many of their nights together back when they operated in the grey together, just as he knew hers. So she knew that they had been played on in the worst ways and while she hadn’t known it, she had been part of it.

Rose wasn’t a stranger to betrayal but betrayal of friend? A friend like Jason? It had taken a couple of shots just to bring herself to his door and even know she paused hesitantly at the wide open door, peering in cautiously. “Red....you there? The door was open...”

@outlawintheredhood

[completemessx]

[ @stvrxlight ]

Se bajó del coche y cruzó la calle en dirección al hogar de la muchacha. Ya quería ver su rostro cuando le mostrara el regalo que le había comprado al niño, lo había visto y no pudo evitarlo. Era un pijama de dinosaurios, y esperaba que le gustara. Jason toco el timbre y escondió la bolsa detras de su espalda para que no lo notara. Fue entonces cuando penso: mierda, no tenía nada para ella. ¿Era muy tarde para darse media vuelta e ir por unas flores? Mientras pensaba eso lentamente se volteó y empezó a caminar despacito, con la intención de regresar a su auto. 

[vincentxcastro]

"I totally get it. New York is a big place and it can be hard to have neighbors totally," he replied with a chuckle. Vincent had been lucky that growing up he lived some place where he could interact with his neighbors. "Kismet is very different for sure," he added laughing a bit. "I know what you mean, growing up making friends can be hard. I will send you the information and add you to the chat. I have a feeling they will be excited to meet you." he smiled. @jasonxamato

END

Jason smiled at the other, "Yeah, it's great to be able to have good neighbors. I didn't have a lot of neighbors in New York, I mean, I had a lot of neighbors," he chuckled, "but we mostly kept to ourselves a lot of the time with differing schedules and what not." Jason tried to make polite conversation but many of times, the others were not entirely responsive. "That would be great, actually," he smiled at Vincent, "you never realize how hard it is to make friends as an adult until you are trying." @vincentxcastro

[bisithehummingbird-blog]

rehearsals

When Bisi was 15, he found out about the biggest lie he’d ever been told. His whole life had been built on this lie, and with the revelation of the truth, the walls and foundation of his life crumbled. It hit him hard, poisoning his heart and making him doubtful towards everything. So from then day on, he swore himself to never speak a single lie himself - or hide the truth from curious eyes. Halloween, the holiday of dressing up and costumes hiding faces, was therefore soon becoming his arch enemy.

The same year, he organized a small ‘jam session for all (he)arts’. He invited friends from school who found themselves too scared to perform on big stages but also wanted to share their talents. For a whole night, while the world outside was haunted by ghosts and and witches, Bisi gave himself to the arts, good cheer, and the opposite of whatever ‘spooky’ was. By the time he entered, his ‘Hello, Weenies’ event had become tradition, and his own dance performance always the climax of his artistic year.

The last two Halloweens had been accompanied by self-written music of Luis, one of the 9 Birds of the previous generation, but now that Luis was gone, Bisi needed someone new. And while searching, he found Jason, the incognito piano player. When September rolled around, the rehearsals started. Bisi couldn’t just dance to a boring piece, after all. He needed improvisation and creation, so while he helped Jason write that piece, he let the music write his dance. By the 20th, the first draft was ready.

“Jay, my son, nine pm as always? We have an audience today, so leave your shirt at home,” he told Jason over the phone before dialing another number. “Andy? We need your eyes. Music room 311, recreational building, tonight at 9:30. Put on your new lipstick.” And then he went on about his day until it was time. Exactly at 9pm, he rolled into the music room.

@jason-as-cuckoo

[greenlanterns-light]

Pros of watching death in the family: Jason :3

cons of watching death in the family: saw people say it’s bad and now I’m scared

[theodoraxxrowle]

@jasongently

The sun was far too bright today. It was one of the few thoughts Theodora could string together coherently as she made her way down to Rosa Lee for her mandatory cup of coffee. Sleep had been something that evaded Teddy as of late. She had yet to find somewhere she could actually call home and had spent the last several weeks living in the Hogshead. Somewhere it seemed that nobody knew how to keep a quiet hour, and all sorts seemed to bustle about happy to disturb her peace of mind. The bags under her eyes at this point could hold all the contents of the first year train ride. Some pretty little witch handed off her steaming cup of coffee, the smell completely overwhelming Theodora’s senses. She fished out several coins from her pocket and placed them on the table before heading out. 

All she was hoping for from the fresh air was a little pick me up, something to get her going. She had been walking for about fifteen minutes when she realized that air wasn’t do fuck all. Teddy rummaged through her purse, pulling out a beautiful little silver flask. A little hair of the dog never hurt anyone, at least that’s what she told herself as she dumped whiskey into her coffee. Theodora made her way to a little bench in the park so she could sit and sip, and hopefully become an actual person in the time it took to finish her ridiculously large coffee. 

[zibah-ho]

hmmmm no I don’t have the energy to become unhinged about Jason’s place in the family in an ideal zibah in charge world and crucially his specific dynamic with dick in a post emancipation world hmm good night

[thrillofthechase-blog1]

@thebolt-unbound

It seemed that so much had transpired since Annabeth and Jason had formed their innocent meeting date during the Fides Festival. Her conversation with Callum. The Fire. Her confrontation with Z after the fire. If her stress levels had been a line graph, the last coupleof days would have been looking like an attempt to climb Mount Everest. But here she was, letting herself into Jason’s office after knocking briefly with her folder of their meetings and the like clutched to her side. If there was one thing she could count on to be normal, it was Jason. Though she had no doubt that he too was most likely stressed after the fire. Either way, she was here. “I hope the food is already here because I think my stomach is trying to eat itself.”