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supersergiofabi · 2 years
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Copione ultimato joker avrà un sequel ...stesso regista e sceneggiatore Todd Phillips e stesso attore #jaquinphoenix https://www.instagram.com/p/CektBNLsFe9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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comicweek · 2 years
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Joker: Folie a Deux
Folie a Deux: A delusion or mental illness shared by two people in close association.
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minxtwist · 2 years
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My DC
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x-n-98 · 2 years
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🃏
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Okay rewatching this movie again,the entire writing and cinematography in this movie I have no words,it's just a work of art after what is am pretty sure the 3rd time am watching it all I can say is-damn!
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limitededition4 · 2 years
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They call him the Joker
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technodrome1 · 2 years
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Klondike blonde featuring my joker portrait 
@klondikeblonde-blog
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haileyofmischief · 3 years
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✨  My Favorite Villains  ✨
You want us to hate the bad guys? Stop  👏 making  👏 them  👏 so  👏 hot  👏
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Loki Laufeyson
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Hannibal Lecter
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Arthur Fleck (The Joker)
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Harley Quinn
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Kylo Ren
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Erik Killmonger
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Draco Malfoy
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Walter Padick
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Khan
These are just some of them :)
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fewframesfrom · 3 years
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You were never really here (2017)
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suwishhhh · 3 years
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My~~~myyyy🤡
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certifiedpsycho · 3 years
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comicweek · 2 years
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Reflexive Joker
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thecharacterpsych · 4 years
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Arthur Fleck (JOKER)
Dwelling in a city filled with poverty, unemployment and crimes: Arthur Fleck, a simple and a sweet man suffered with a medical disorder that caused him to laugh at inappropriate times. He was extremely poor. One can see how bad his living conditions were, he was physically very week as he couldn’t afford good nourishment. In spite of having so many challenges in life, he always had a smile on his face. He liked to make other people laugh which is why he worked as a joker for a living until his dream to become a stand up comedian turned into reality. He was a good man who loved his mother very much and took care of her.
The impunity enjoyed by the goons living in a city like Gotham lead to an attack on Arthur in an ally. Because of this incident his coworker gave him a gun to defend himself. Arthur kept the gun with him at all times as he felt safe. When caught with the same during an act, his co-worker to save his ass pretended like he was not the one who gave Arthur the gun. Arthur felt betrayed by his friend but he did not express his anger. This incident is one such example where Arthur just let other people walk all over him because he never thought he had the power to defend himself. Arthur was extremely naïve, his world revolved around his stand up gig, his job and his mother that was the extend of his spectrum. He wanted a few things from life but he never had the fire to get them, he was super casual and chill.
After he got fired while travelling back home, three drunk rich snobs tried to harass Arthur due to his condition. They were beating up Arthur when he realized that he had a gun and shot them. That was the first time he killed anyone. Killing them unleashed his bottled up feelings, giving him pleasure. He felt good to hurt the people who treated him like he wasn’t a fellow human, he was finally able to release all those subdued emotions from all the humiliation and abuse he had faced since childhood. The boy whose smile could light up a room, the boy who wanted to make other people laugh now became a man that mothers tell their children to be beware off. The gun gave him a power he never thought he had.
After the first kill it became a constant way in which Arthur expressed his emotions. He went so far as to kill his own mother when he found that she had let his boyfriend abuse Arthur when he was a child. He was done playing nice in a world where people exploit the week and wanted justice for himself.
The only moment you realize that he has some conscience left is when Arthur’s ex co workers visited him. Arthur killed one in an argument and left the other alone. He tells the one alive that he won’t harm him as he was nice to him when they worked together. It shows that he was grateful to people who were nice to him.
The way the society abandons the downtrodden and mentally ill, lead to the beginning of ‘Joker’s’ own criminal empire. The guy who belonged to the weaker section of the society became the most powerful criminal ever known. He became the most feared because he had nothing to lose.
It is said that it is our choices that make us who we are, but what drives these choices? It is abysmal how the society pushes the repressed to an extent where they see no option but to either kill someone or themselves. Is it that difficult to just be nice to people? Just because you have all the privileges, doesn’t mean you can go around humiliating people who you think are inferior to you. Arthur was a good man before he was forced to kill someone to defend himself and then that became the only way he knew to protect himself. Yes, it was his choice to become a criminal but is he the only one to blame here? Sometimes all people need is a helping hand to save them from drowning. If someone would have cared enough about Arthur he probably wouldn’t have become a criminal, but now we would never know. CARE & FEEL just by doing this we can make the world a better place.
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7sketch · 3 years
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danddymaro · 4 years
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Not Funny | Arthur Fleck x Reader
Just a little idea: He had invited her to watch him perform the comedy club, and now he wants to know what she thinks.
Nice Floof
Our Bby Boy doesn’t suffer.
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Not Funny
“Well, what’d you think?” he asked her, all while clutching his notebook tight in his right hand. He could feel cold sweat drip down his forehead, courtesy of the anxiousness he’d felt on stage still surging within him. 
And, of course, he was also nervous about what’d she say.
He gleamed with hopefulness, swallowing hard as he observed her.
“Be honest with me,” he urged her.
“Your jokes are…. Well…” she struggled to find the right words, seeming to think long and hard, her face set into full concentration,  lips pursed tight as she grimaced slightly. 
“Well,” she said again, stumbling, and he could tell it was probably something that would hurt him, and while of course, it stung, he appreciated the fact that at the very least she was kind bout it. Anyone else would have knocked him down by now, not hesitated on making sure he understood there wasn't anything amusing about his act.
“ They're not funny, are they?” He said softly, with a strained smile being formed. 
He tried...he really did. 
But it's hard to have a passion where you have no actual talent.
It's hard when you keep getting knocked down.
She blinked up at him in surprise before bursting out in a large fit of laughter, something he definitely wasn’t used to. And it was strange being on the other end, caught staring at a sudden outburst of hers, but, silently he watched, taken back, surprised.
Mesmerized...
 "oh no, not at all!" She said continuing to giggle through her words, her laughter taking over her, making her entire body quiver. "You're already getting the wrong idea," she said while rolling her eyes, just as she began calming down. 
Sighing in relief she heaved before peaking again, “No,” she said with a steady pause followed, “Arthur...” she started softly, taking a needed breath. 
"I absolutely loved them!" She exclaimed, arms spreading out wide, an enormous grin stretched out over her face. 
“Really?” He said surprised, forest green eyes wide and bright, his face instantly perking, the muscles there working fully as he geared up an equally jovial smile to shoot her way.
"Yep!" She chirped, nodding once with certainty. "In fact, I think they're hilarious, " she continued on, the traces of worry on his face beginning to fade, instead leaving a soft glow of appreciation behind. Color surfaced, glowing with bashfulness and the heat then spread down from his face to his neck.
“Problem is, I've been told my sense of humor is a bit…" she trailed off, not knowing what to really call it. “Well,” she murmured, back to the same level of thoughtfulness as before, a small musing hum leaving her.
It's been called many things before, none of which she appreciated, so how could she describe it to him? 
" Dark?" She replied in a questioning tone, sounding uncertain and small.
Nodding in understanding, he continued to smile, knowing just what she meant,
"You mean morbid?" He said back to her, using his thumb to wipe across his neck in a slitting motion, tongue lightly peeking out as he hung his head after the action.
 He closed his eyes tight to play on, and though he couldn't see her, he could hear the huff of amusement that left her. 
Curious, he peeked at her through an open eye to see her still beaming at him, "Pretty bad too," she huffed out, pointing right at him.
“Pretty bad?” he answered back, raising a brow at her, teasing mirth in his voice as he pretended to sound insulted, "Oh, you mean not funny? " he determined, to which she replied back with a powerful smile, all her teeth showing with a wide grin.
"That one, " she agreed, her (e/c) irises nearly hidden as her eyes squeezed together as a result of her cheeky grin. 
And he swore everything became brighter, the world behind her lighting up, so much so that the murky grim scene of Gotham seemed like some otherworldly sight.
Bright and full of color...
Full of hope and joy...
‘Is this what it’s like?’ He wondered, feeling warm all over, watching the (h/c) young woman with sparkling eyes. 
There was no sense of pain, only a small throbbing within his chest that felt sweet. And he welcomed it, his hand finding it’s way over his chest, touching the barrier between it and his heart.
‘I like it...’ He thought to himself, ‘No...I love it,’ He corrected himself, watching every one of the woman’s moves. 
TBH I found his jokes pretty damn funny. 
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allyanastark97 · 4 years
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i made a meme
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