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“Can I help you?”
❝ AWWWW!! What’s th’ sour puss face for??? can’t a girl have a LITTLE murder ‘n mayhem without needing HELP??? ❞

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harlequiinnzel started following you
ʟᴇᴇᴜʀʙᴀɴᴇᴠᴇʀᴇᴛᴛ
“Can I help you?”
❝ AWWWW!! What’s th’ sour puss face for??? can’t a girl have a LITTLE murder ‘n mayhem without needing HELP??? ❞
Actual Harley Quinn Margot Robbie running Harley’s Tattoo Parlour
starter call – like for a starter.
ɪ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ GOD ᴏɴʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ǝɯ uo sɐʍ ǝʞoɾ ǝɥʇ ʇɐɥʇ
- ʜᴀʀʟᴇʏ ǫᴜɪɴɴ -
Call me Harley, everyone does.
ɪ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ GOD ᴏɴʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ǝɯ uo sɐʍ ǝʞoɾ ǝɥʇ ʇɐɥʇ
- ʜᴀʀʟᴇʏ ǫᴜɪɴɴ -
starters just in time for halloween!
"Did you hear that noise upstairs? I thought we were alone..."
"Stop calling! This isn't funny anymore!"
"You said a person bit you? Out of the blue??"
"The killer's behind you!"
"Shit. Are those fangs?"
"Hold on a minute... you can see me? But... nobody can see me."
"You're telling me that you bit me, and now I'm going to be a vampire?"
"Hey... I don't feel so good. One of them scratched me... You don't think..."
"I should've told you sooner... I'm infected."
"Please don't kill me! I'll do anything!"
"Why are your clothes torn up? And why are you covered in blood?"
"Is that blood on your hands?"
"If you're standing over there... then whose hand is on my shoulder?"
"We're surrounded by zombies... any way out?"
"If you're gonna get us out of it, you better do it fast!"
"You mean I'll never get to see the sun rise again?"
"Let me see the sun rise just one last time... It'll be my last."
"Run! Go without me! I'll be fine!"
"Hey. Stay with me. You'll be okay. Just keep your eyes open."
"He/She/They went that way! Don't follow! Stay with me!"
"But werewolves/zombies/vampires/ghosts don't exist!"
"You're telling me you're a witch/warlock?!"
"What's in this stuff?"
"I heard a noise. Should we check it out?"
ʙᴜʀʏᴍᴇɪɴᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏʟɪᴇs ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ
He’s not himself today, he’s so QUIET, he’s so ORDINARY. Harley keeps quiet, minding her tongue as she watches him. He’d been in such a bad mood lately she can’t help but be a little wary when he’s calm. Lips part as she leans in to speak, brightly colored hair falling to half hide her face before a pale hand rises to brush it aside.
❝ ---- Come on puddin !! I know its you !!! I promise I won’t do it again. Just don’t do this. At least talk to me !! ❞
Yet the expression that flickers on his features isn’t Mister J, in fact it seems almost disturbed at her accented speech and leaning in towards him. He looks so different, but at the same time he looks so much like her pudding --- it HAS to be him.
ɪɪɴsᴀɴᴜᴍ
In one piece, she thought. But how did these pieces fit together? There was no reason for his delay, except for the fact that he couldn’t care less. He had taken his sweet time, had been wandering around, thinking.
It was time to see results, after all these months, and there was progress, indeed. Not the one she thought to have, however. Josh’s mind seemed much more complex, too complex for him to handle what was nagging at his edges.
❝ It couldn’t be better, doc.❞ He was smiling which could be considered a good sign, to prove her right, give her confirmation that he had learned to cope with it. No nervous itch, he sat down confidently in the armchair across from his psychiatrist. ❝ Naw, nothing really happened,❞ he said joyfully, ❝Just excited to get this over today.❞
It is somewhat disheartening to discover how eager he is to be done with this session, after all it had seemed to be helping. Each visit his mood seemed brighter, his mind clearer, the grief a little further away. Yet now he reveals how eager he is to be done. There’s a pause of consideration as she browses the folder. Seeing if the answer is right in front of her, and if she’s just managed to miss it.
❝ I see --- do you have any particular plans afterwards?.❞
To Harleen it seemed as if perhaps all he’d needed was a friend, a listening ear, an objective mind to help him sort through the difficulties he’d had to endure. If only she had known the truth, seen past what she wanted to see, to see the actual laid bare truth. Yet she was not in that sense -- objective.
He was a young man, who’d lost his sister in an unimaginable way. It was natural for him to have difficulties adapting to reality again. If he hadn’t had any reaction, she would have worried even more. Yet instead of listening to the nagging voice of professionalism, she shut the file, a faint smile on her lips as she raised her gaze to meet his.
❝ I do hope that you’re feeling better though, I’d had for you to have one of your --- to have hard time. It’s good to see you -- lively. ❞
are you deranged like me? are you strange like me?
drop dem tags.
❝ ------ Whatch’a MEAN ⁈⁈ you better NOT be talk’n bad ‘bout MY puddin’⁈ Not while I’M around ⁈ ❞