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[ here and will be getting caught up on drafts today, oop. also, hello new followers! where did you even come from o: ]
Thanks for the idea, terminallycapriciouswitch!
[ updated the about page a bit. added a lot of bold and underline and if i could make it be in giant, sparkle neon revolving text i would. ]
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There’s not a lot of consistent places one can find Gotham’s first and foremost clown-painted terrorist; Joker really isn’t one to linger in any particular hideout for any length of time. This time, it’s a shabby basement bar, one appropriated from the thugs who formerly called it home.
The clown doesn’t even bother to look up from his table when he hears someone enter. “I’m kind of busy. What?”
"M-Mistah J?" she questioned as she’d made her way through the bar. It had been some time since she’d left their little team, since she’d gone solo and taken a few of his men—- she’d been stupid enough to believe they were her men, but seeing as they tricked her there knowing how strongly she didn’t want to be there. If she got out of there—- they were dead men.
Joker's spine straightens abruptly; his busywork immediately ceases. Knives, a map, set down on the table so he can slowly shift his wai, turning to face her. Blonde woman. Pretty, he supposes. Calling him a name he's never heard before. He narrows his eyes and furrows his brows deeply. "And who are you?"
There is
no way
to fix
someone like
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make me choose: davidfincherss asked: heath ledger as ennis or heath ledger as the joker?
Reblog this if it's okay for me to reply to something in your "open" tag no matter how long ago you posted it.
Bonus: state what your “open starter” tag is in your tags on this post!
Get on dat.
why so serious?
I believe whatever doesn’t kill you, simply makes you… stranger.
And I thought my jokes were bad…
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There's not a lot of consistent places one can find Gotham's first and foremost clown-painted terrorist; Joker really isn't one to linger in any particular hideout for any length of time. This time, it's a shabby basement bar, one appropriated from the thugs who formerly called it home.
The clown doesn't even bother to look up from his table when he hears someone enter. "I'm kind of busy. What?"
greasepainted.
❝ … ❞ She’s going to say nothing and hopefully give off the vibe that she’s not scared (even though she totally is).
Joker isn't sure what, exactly, it was he was expecting to happen - what sort of reaction he was going for. Regardless, he still manages to dig around in his pockets, and produce a large amount of confetti. He just.... throws it into the air. Best not to ask why. "Something? Anything? Bueller?"