#jaycon

[jaso7]

Me throwing him at every middle age man I see

[bluedillylee]

I forgot to turn the beard layer back on 🫠 so here we go again

AO3 nsfw

[rezhood]

What do you mean Connor Hawke and Jason Todd have never met?? They are literally boyfriends.

(Yes I am completely aware that Connor just openly describes exactly what Jason does but that’s why they get each other)

[tomyo]

A photo of my booth with @automb at #jaycon last week~ with their help, we made a better wider set up with the grids

[gemiinii24]

Jaycon selfies/the only full body picture I have of myself

[niconico-noscope]

ill be at jaycon (its small but i hope someone whos going sees this lmao?) as cyber nico next weekend! im very excited for con season again !

[brownsugar-sweetheart]

Tori and I had so much fun at Jaycon 2017 day ONE Even though I almost cried several times due to the thunder….

[firefrightfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Hellblazer Rating: Explicit Relationships: John Constantine/Jason Todd Characters: John Constantine, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Vampires, Mild Peril, Rescue Missions, Canon-Typical Violence, Magic, Sex Series: Part 2 of Guns and Wizardry

Summary: Eight months after he and Jason first met, a new supernatural threat to one of Gotham's other resident vigilantes brings Constantine back to the city once more. Considering the rather 'familial' nature of the trouble this time around, it feels only natural for him to ask the kid for his assistance a second time. And maybe, in the process, they can also get to know each other a little bit better than they did before.

The next time John sees Jason, it’s under similar, if slightly less city-ending circumstances.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” the kid says, as from the boot of the car they drove over here, John digs out a ring of garlic bulbs and hangs it around his neck. “Are we seriously doing this?”

“What do you think, luv?” John replies, dumping a handful of roughly cut wooden stakes into his waiting arms next. The words are muffled by the cigarette in his mouth, the fierce howl of the wind in the air. Cold nights in Gotham seem to run at Antarctic temperatures, never mind New Jersey. Just a few minutes of being outside have been enough for John to conclude that he’d actually have last chance of freezing his bollocks off hanging around the arse-end of Hell in the middle of winter than here.

“I think you’re nuts,” Jason stares at the small pile in his arms. “I mean, I’ve seen some weird shit in my time, but this is… fucking vampires, really?”

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