You get what you Narfing deserve
Art by Scott Beaderstadt 💕
Art by Scott Beaderstadt 💕
joker || my life is a comedy
So I posted a wip of this joker drawing I’m working on to my Instagram stories and the voice actress for Bart Simpson saw it which is really cool, but is extra funny I was watching bad Simpsons theory videos on YouTube while I was drawing it lmao
(Also my insta is _panicbox_ if you wanna give me a follow)
I’m crying, someone actually made a pixel videogame mod of Joker!!
I saw the phrase “regency-era clown” in a Magnus Archives shitpost
and because ADHD, my brain is now trying to pump out a super shitposty Batman Rogues’ Gallery AU called Pride and Prejudice and Poison Ivy
It Is A Truth Universally Acknowledged that a young luchador in possession of a large fortune and an evil lair must be in want of a henchwoman…
(in which Harley Quinn is Lizzie, Ivy is ofc Darcy, Bane is Bingley, Joker is Wickham, Joker’s ‘new GF’ Punchline is Lydia, Riddler is Collins….)
The Best On-Screen Superhero Villains
Joker in The Dark Knight | Loki in Thor | Kilgrave in Jessica Jones | Hela in Thor: Ragnarok | Cottonmouth in Luke Cage | Magneto in X-Men | Kingpin in Daredevil | Thanos in Avengers | Black Mask in Birds of Prey | Killmonger in Black Panther
Shadow King in Legion
Summary: Arthur is tired of being locked up like an animal. He breaks himself free, and decides to break free the one soul who’s helped him stay alive all these years along with him.
A/N: yay for unrealistic corny romance?? I keep thinking about Arthur in the final scene and I wanted to explore it a bit.
Arthur was giggling like the madman that the world told him he was as ran, no, sprinted, down the hall. He had just been celebrating his most recent to kill with a swirl and a dance around the middle part of the hallway of the asylum. The sun was blaring through the windows as he did so, as if to congratulate him on his most recent sign of control that his violent recklessness allowed him to take in his life. For years, Arthur had been locked up in Arkham Asylum, and he would have almost been the more than happy to have stayed within those white build walls, to be neutered by people that gave him the sense that they almost care about him, though he knew that they were only doing it because they had to. It was quite simply their job, and Arthur had been reflecting on that more and more as he had been locked in.
He was doing longer allowing himself to suppress this childlike glee or wreckless inside of him, that suppression that had allowed him to be the caged animal that he was being treated like. Although he was a crooked man that would, deep down inside, always adore being taken care of like he had always wanted someone to since he had been a boy, since it had been snatched away from him with cruel and uncaring parental hands, he realized now that it was nothing but a lie. That the caring sense of nurturing that he was experiencing in the asylum was actually just another way to misunderstand him, to put him down, to not see him. He now realized that fully, and the more violent, impulsive and burnt out side of him was now finally beginning to stand up for himself. He was finally beginning to feel more like the person that he knew he was meant to be, the person that he had been indirectly told he was all those years ago on the Murray show. Killing his most recent therapist, and having that action lead him to this freedom now, was just the first sign that he truly was meant to do this.
At the words of “What’s so funny?”, Arthur had known in that moment that it was time for him to break out. These people would never be able to be able to see where he was coming from-they would never understand him, nor did they want to. And that made being here a waste of time. Arthur longed to be understood, and he knew that it wouldn’t happen here. It simply wouldn’t. He was as good as a dead animal here in the eye of the beast that was society. They were professionals, and, if Arthur had learned anything, it was that professional was very good way at disguising itself as caring, but caring it was not, and caring it never would be.
huh, i don’t think i ever posted this, either? from back when joker came out
Do I buy a Joker shirt in a size that fits me or in a size too big so I can sleep in it and pretend that it’s from Joker?
These are the questions that plague my mind.
I want to have hair dying party with J and Arthur.
“Thats how far people are from where I am, just ONE bad day”
-The Killing Joke
batjoker inn sticky note style! (its what i call myltiplyjng on a btight color its a good thng to try to draw on its like a sticky not but on my ipad)