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  • Boy.

    Just when I thought this film couldn’t keep ripping my heart apart, this scene came on:

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    This has to be the single saddest expression I’ve EVER seen in a man.

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  • I want to snuggle with Arthur after a night of binge drinking

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    🍸🍷🍹🍺🍷🍾🥃🥂🍻🍶

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  • ‘Joker’ Laughs Past $1 Billion At Worldwide Box Office

    Source: Hollywood Reporter


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    Originally posted by arthurflleck

    Domestically, Joker has grossed nearly $340 million, while it has cleared $820 million overseas.

    Joker will be the fourth DC title to cross $1 billion, behind Aquaman ($1.15 billion), The Dark Knight Rises ($1.084 billion) and The Dark Knight ($1.005 billion), not adjusted for inflation.

    And overall, it is becoming the 13th live-action comic book pic to collect $1 billion or more, even though it isn’t billed as a traditional “superhero” movie. Marvel Studios/Disney titles command eight spots on the list (that doesn’t include Spider-Man: Far From Home, which was produced by Marvel for Sony).

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  • That’s life and as funny as it may seem
    Some people get their kicks
    Stompin’ on a dream
    But I don’t let it, let it get me down
    ‘Cause this fine old world it keeps spinnin’ around

    JOKER (2019) dir. Todd Phillips

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    My face watching Joker pass 1 BILLION BABYYYY


    WE DID IT CLOWNFUCKERS

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  • Shout out to all those making the Joker gifs and imagines. You are the real heroes. Credit is due to all!

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    I just fucking want you, okay. Please.

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    🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤


    “You said I was the most exotic flower

    Holding me tight in our final hour


    I don’t know how you convince them and get them, but

    I don’t know what you do, it’s unbelievable

    And I don’t know how you get over, get over

    Someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you


    One for the money, and two for the show

    I love you honey, I’m ready, I’m ready to go

    How did you get that way, I don’t know

    You’re screwed up and brilliant

    And look like a million dollar man

    So why is my heart broke?


    You got the world but baby at what price

    Something so strange, hard to define


    It isn’t that hard boy to like you or love you

    I’d follow you down down down You’re unbelievable

    If you’re going crazy just grab me and take me

    I’d follow you down down down, anywhere anywhere


    One for the money, two for the show

    I love you honey, I’m ready, I’m ready to go

    How did you get that way, I don’t know

    You’re screwed up and brilliant

    And look like a million dollar man

    So why is my heart broke?


    One for the money, two for the show

    I love you honey, I’m ready, I’m ready to go

    How did you get that way, I don’t know

    You’re screwed up and brilliant

    And look like a million dollar man

    So why is my heart broke


    I don’t know

    You’re screwed up and brilliant

    And look like a million dollar man

    So why is my heart broke?”


    Beautiful Chaos:

    “The constant burden of having to float around through this hell called life and not even feel he ever truly existed became so heavy that the weak little threads of what society would label as "sane” or “normal” had finally snapped and in turn Arthur then “snapped” as well and all the years of suppressing honest feelings and urges to fight back and stop wasting so much energy on how to fit in, have enough friends, have a great job, be good looking, be productive and over all basically to be fucking perfect.


    When those thin threads finally snapped despite everyone else thinkng he was “crazy” something huge happened to him and he vividly remembered how he was suddenly struck with an amazing and indescribable feeling of the true and beautiful sensation of not caring what anybody thought about him for the very first time in his entire life.“

    🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

    By, Meeeee 🐦

    #joker fanfiction#joker film#joker movie#joker 2019 #joaquin phoenix joker #joaquin phoenix #joker arthur fleck #i love arthur fleck #arthur fleck#fanfiction #lana del rey #million dollar man
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  • Strawberry Cheesecake

    Arthur Fleck/Joker x Reader Fanfic

    Cw: sexual harassment, violence/murder, sexism, workplace sexism, pain, panic attacks

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    You walked toward the subway car door, the throbbing in your calves, heels, and ankles serving as a reminder of the drudgery you’d faced at work. Being a secretary at the local bank was turning out to be a lot worse than it sounded a year ago. Your boss didn’t want the workers using chairs, the bastard saw it as “unprofessional”. Your body longed for the simple relief of sitting down. Your heels, an annoyingly enforced part of your workplace dress code, clicked against the grimey subway floor as you found your way to a seat near the door. The florescent light in the car flickered incompetently, but the car was pleasantly empty save for one other passenger, who was the most miserable looking clown you’d ever laid eyes upon. He looked up as you walked by, his tired eyes meeting yours; the cry for help in his expression just told you he’d had a bad day. You both seemed to catch sight of each other’s shoes. His oversized clown shoes couldn’t have been anymore comfortable than your own. You gave him an exhausted smile, which he met with a knowing nod, and you finally sat down.

    You pulled your book out of your purse. “New York Desserts & Cuisine” read the title. Your only solace in life in the Bronx was your kitchen at home. Nothing cheered you up after a hard day better than a home cooked meal. You wanted to go to school to be a chef, but never had the money, hence having to bite your way through a stuffy desk job. You leafed through the pages, landing on an entry you’d not noticed before. “Strawberry Cheesecake” You closed your eyes, licked your lips, and sighed dreamily at the thought of such a delicacy. So simple, and, yet, so elegant and delicious. Maybe when you got home you’d be able to scrounge up the ingredients to make it. That would be lovely.

    You look to the sad clown, mainly out of a slight boredom, but also intrigue. You’d never seen someone so downtrodden. “Just get off of work?” you asked him, wanting to show him some sympathy. “…M-mhmm.” he murmured, seemingly on the verge of tears. “It was my last day… I, um… I got f-fired-” His speech was interrupted by a sudden bout of laughter which erupted from him. He quickly brought a hand over his mouth, trying to calm himself. You felt a tug on your heartstrings, his laugh sounded so… Unhappy. He finally was able to settle down. “I’m sorry, miss.” He gulped, trying to catch his breath. “ It’s a condition. I’ve been like this since I can remember.”

    You furrowed your brow, a pang of guilt going through you. Here this man was, no job at all. You could at least go home and go to work the next day. You didn’t have much to offer but consolation. “I couldn’t imagine what that feels like. That must be really hard. I’m so sorry.”

    “There was a misunderstanding.” He elaborated. “Something about me not being funny enough. I wrote so many jokes! I tried so hard…”

    “Well,” you reflected, crossing your arms. “I don’t know what happened, but this world is tough, and nobody deserves to be left like that. Not when we’re all struggling like that.”

    He nodded again, words coming difficultly to him. “Thank you,” he sniffed. “…Whatcha readin’?” He inquired, interested in the book you were holding, clearly wanting to change the subject. You held it up, pointing to the picture of the cake on the page you were on. “A recipe book.” You responded, smiling.

    “You’re a chef?” He asked, feeling a little more comfortable.

    “I work at a bank.” You revealed as you shrugged and twirled your fingers through your hair. “I’m saving up so I can go to school. I -want- to be a chef some day and own my own restaurant. It’s my own little pipe dream.” You laughed, staring forlornly at the cheesecake.

    “Well, I hope you get that chance.” He stated earnestly. “Once you get the money, it should be a piece of cake for you.”

    You beamed at him. Even in his sorrow, he was trying to make you happy with a joke. It was easy to tell he’d been good at his job. “This day’s just been the icing on the cake, huh?” You tell him, smiling sarcastically. He grinned wryly, his lovely green eyes brightening a little, and your heart feeling warmer as they did. “If I need a comedian at my bakery, I’ll definitely look for you.” You assure him, and you go back to memorizing the recipe.

    The light in the car flickered again, this time more erratically. You found your eyes being lulled shut by the rhythm of the car on the tracks, and drifted off into a half sleep. In your daze, you feel something… Hitting you. In the face? Your eyes flutter open.

    Suddenly, French fries.

    “Helloooo~”

    And three guys. Three, suited guys in their twenties, full of cockiness and unwarranted confidence, and whose only obvious talent was being annoying. You saw men like this walk into your workplace every day. You worked for their fathers and watched them soar to the top while you were forced to wear heels to work and get paid less for a harder job. They saw people like you and the man… as clowns. “You want a French fry~?” Prodded the dickhead sitting in front of you, wagging the fry at you like he’d wag a bone at a dog. “No, thank you.” You said, trying to refuse him politely. Maybe he was drunk or something and would leave you alone. God you hoped they’d fuck off eventually. “They’re really good.” He insisted as his friends laughed, making it obvious he was trying to egg you on and wasn’t going away. You felt trapped, and you looked up to the clown, meeting him with a helpless expression that read, “Help me.”

    His eyes filled with frustration for you, and he burst into laughter again. Uncontrollable laughter that left him choking. “Something funny, asshole?” Dared one of the goons, his attention switching to the clown.

    That was it. It was time for you to leave, or the situation would get worse. Men like this would never be held accountable if you went to the police, you had no way of fighting them, you were outnumbered and happened to be a defenseless secretary on an almost empty subway at night. You walked at a desperate pace to exit the subway, there was no choice. It wasn’t even your stop yet, you just knew you had to leave.

    Time. To. GO.

    You walked along, and were almost out of the tunnel when you felt a twinge of guilt tug at your heartstrings again. The clown! What would happen to him? Those men looked downright evil. And you’d left him there… Maybe he got away! You thought, bargaining with yourself. Maybe he was fast and ran. Maybe he can fight back, or maybe-

    BANG

    Gunshots. You knew they were gunshots. They were unmistakable. Your blood ran cold, your head pounded, you struggled to catch your breath and your heart fluttered like it was about to burst out of your chest. Suddenly, the pain in your legs didn’t matter anymore, and you began to run home. Heels or no heels, you had to get to safety.

    Your hand shook trying to get your key in your front door. You dropped your purse on the floor, throwing your shoes across the room. You nearly fell over in your own front doorway, your feet hurt so badly. You looked down to find your feet now had cuts from the edges of your shoes rubbing up against them while you ran home. The bed called out to you, offering the only semblance of safety you’d come to feel since you saw those men. You threw yourself on it, hugging your knees, trembling and rocking yourself back and forth to sleep.

    Fuck this shit. You were calling in tomorrow.

    You awoke to the sounds of the city. Cars honking outside, people yelling, kids running outside, and a pounding headache. Last night felt like a horrible nightmare, the only thing proving it had happened being the cuts on your feet. You turned the TV on in hopes of getting your mind off of it, unsure of what had become of the poor clown.

    This wasn’t your regular programming, you noticed. Thomas Wayne appeared, making a heartfelt statement about… The three young men? You blinked, rubbing your eyes incredulously. “No fucking way.” You blurted. You turned up the volume on the TV, the smug faces matching exactly who you saw last night. Those gunshots… Were for those men?! But… Who? How?! You weren’t complaining because those guys were shitbags, but the only other person there was-

    a man in a clown mask


    ~To be continued~

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    Hi yeah I’m totally not pissing in the movie theater bathroom seeing Joker for like the 12th time or something….def not…

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