Guys. The putrid-joke guy is using photos from this Twitter: https://x.com/kaisuxlol
And I really do not think that person has tumblr account?
I personally think it's l0st-the-pl0t / cruel-n-kind but to confirm it someone with verified Twitter would have to DM that guy cause I can't. I am in the middle of messaging him on Instagram to confirm but I do not know if he'll even respond.
My only proof: vibe. Also why would you flip your photos if not to make them hard to reverse search? Also the two gifs look off af too.
If I'm wrong I'll officially apologize. lol
If I'm right and you have any kindness left in you despite this awful shit: show it to him even though he doesn't deserve it. I don't think he will stop otherwise. It's addiction mixed with insecurity and he is clearly completely lost at this point. No pun intended.
To that certain "Bright fan" who's harassing and threatening Rewrite creators:
You're just as disgusting as TDM and as those rewrite creators harassing Bright users. I understand how tiring can it be seeing people deleting and replacing your favourite character, because he's my favourite too
But you're not any better
You're just part of the problem
We don't want you and your bullshit in the Bright community, and we hate having to share the "Bright user" label with you and your kind
Summary: Arthur Fleck is a young man who hates his life despite his young age: School is hell, his mother wants to control every aspect of his life, and has a strange condition that is difficult to explain to others, a condition which has caused him all those laughs and blows against him. But one day her luck changes when she meets the new girl in sky-blue shoes on the first day of school. A girl from California.
Notes: Hello everyone! 💖 I hope you like this story I want to create. The truth is, I wanted to write something about Arthur when he was young, and everything got worse since Todd Philips published those images about Arthur's Journal, and especially about Arthur's dream of going to California and his "Alex Day". Ideas flourished in my mind, so finally, after Planning a lot, my two brain cells worked, and writing and writing like a mad, came out this! Haha! 💕. I hope you like the story very much, I am very sorry if I have grammatical or spelling errors, English is not my mother tongue🥺
If you want to read it in AO3, here the link!
With nothing more to say, enjoy it!💕!
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Chapter 1: First Day of Hell
Rain.
The rain fell on the city, cleaning every street, every corner, every centimeter. The water fell on the buildings, on the trees, and on the people. People ran to hide from the rain as if the drops were dangerous, but they were only helpless raindrops. People shouldn't be afraid of rain, especially when those people live in a city like Gotham City.
In a forgotten place in the city, an abandoned building, being rescued by a strange clown clan, someone observed the rainfall.
Sitting in the armchair of the place of his hideout, taking off the red coat of his colorful suit, taking out of his pockets a cigarette and his lighter. He lit the cigarette and took it to his mouth, feeling the nicotine scrape his throat.
It had been a great day for everyone in that building, one more assault that turned out to be a success, all his men were happy, handing the money out of each other. They offered more than half to Joker, of course, he deserved them. To their surprise, Joker rejected the money. He told them to keep the money while he went to his place. His men did not refuse at his command, but they decided to keep his share, as their leader used to change his mind quickly.
The truth was that Joker didn't feel well that day, especially that date. Joker kept seeing the rain out the window, it was so common the rain in Gotham, because Gotham was so sad. Would it be raining in California? No, definitely not, California would be sunny as usual, because California was like that, California is a cheerful place.
Just like her.
Joker closed his eyes, hoping his memories would not affect him, but when he closed his eyes, nostalgia invades him, and his memories came afloat.
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Breathing deeply, trying to run, but as fast as he did, he couldn't escape. There was no escape. Arthur woke up abruptly. The alarm clock was ringing. The nightmare wasn't over, in fact, it hadn't even begun. It was about to start.
"No, it's not today"
He didn't want to get up from the couch, because that would mean only one thing:
The first day of school. The first day of hell.
Arthur Fleck was an introverted 17-year-old boy, green eyes, slim complexion, with clothes he had had since he was 13, and with a strange condition he had since he was born. Or at least that's what they told him. He would have loved to pretend to be sick or something to keep lying on the couch. But it was very difficult to fool his mother.
"Happy, are you awake?”
Penny, his mother, was in the door frame, with her arms folded. It seemed that she always had an aura of authority around her. She wanted everything to be in order, her son's life had to be too.
"Yes, mom…" Arthur, heavily, gets up and goes to look at some clothes. He would have liked to had gotten some new clothes for that day, but with a lot of debts, that was a luxury he couldn't afford.
"You need to eat, this is your first day, a new grade Happy! Are you excited?!"
"Yeah"
Shy, Arthur tried to change his blue pajamas, but Penny's presence made him uncomfortable.
"M-mom…"
"Yeah, Happy?"
"C-can you go to y-your room or k- kitchen, please? I-I'm gonna change my clothes and-" And asking his mother for that was like he offended her.
"What are you saying Happy? That's nonsense! I'm your mother, what are you ashamed of? I saw you naked before!"
"B-but M-"
"I changed your diapers when you were a baby, what's the difference?"
Without chance, Arthur had no choice but to change his clothes in front of Penny. Why did she always have to do that?
"Penny!" An unpleasant voice was heard from Penny's room. Was Charlie, Penny's boyfriend "Where are you?"
"Coming darling!" Penny ran into her room. Arthur had to take that opportunity and put on his clothes fast.
Despite this, he doesn't like Charlie. He was a disagreeable man, someone who preferably wanted to keep his distance. But Arthur couldn’t say anything to Penny, because "he is the new love of her life". And to be honest, Charlie helped with some payments.
Arthur went to the kitchen and poured himself a plate of cereal.
He didn't know where it was worse, whether at home or at school. At least at school, he wouldn't hear any more unpleasant noises. Finishing his breakfast, Arthur tried to approach Penny's room.
"Mom, I'm going to school"
"Ok Happy, have a nice day"
Arthur stays a couple of seconds out of her room. He wanted Penny to accompany him to the bus stop and wait for the school bus. But when he started to hear unpleasant noises, he decides to leave the place.
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With his old backpack, Arthur waited in the bus stop, his ankle moved fleetingly, his anxiety was there. He saw the yellow bus in the distance. This one stopped, Arthur got into the bus, and he hoped not to meet those who always bothered him.
No one he knew. Not bad. He went to one of the middle seats and sat down. The day started well, too well. Not meeting the usual bullies was already an advantage.
He listened to everyone else behind him. They all talked among themselves, about fashionable music, magazines, some girls talked about their boyfriends and their summer vacations in another state. Arthur felt the need to get up, go over to them and talk to them, but Arthur was someone who was not well received, it was for many things: He was not someone with money, he was not someone interesting to meet, his mother was a single mother (He did not understand much why that was a problem for him at school), and their topics of conversation were strange.
But of course, the main reason why he was rejected for everyone was for that strange condition in him, his laugh, laughing at inappropriate times, times where he should be silent and serious. He did not know which was worse, that they believed that his laugh was real or when they found out that it was a condition, when they found out it was a condition, they got more reasons to mess with Arthur and call him a "freak."
“Arthur Freak, the giggling fool” “The freak who laughs” “chuckle-idiot” “The school clown” And more nicknames they gave Arthur, nicknames that he didn't want to remember because that stressed him a lot, and if he kept thinking about that could trigger more laughs, and it was the only thing he wanted to avoid, more laughs, to avoid more blows.
He hugged his backpack, just looked out the window, looking at the city, the sad Gotham, watching people walk. He wanted to become someone else, any of those people who walked in the street.
…
Going to school was not something exciting for him either, he just looked his back for security, while all the boys and girls talked to each other, some hugged to they friends, others greeted each other effusively, and others checked their lockers. Arthur was just trying to go unnoticed as if he did not exist, it was the best for him.
“Arthur Fleck!”
Fuck. Arthur recognized the voice. He tried to walk faster but huge arms wrapped around his neck, and back, immobilizing.
"Hi, Arthur Freak! How was the summer, huh? How many circus shows did you do, clown? At least your shows were good or did you just laugh like stupid?" Three other guys near that one started laughing. They were some of Arthur's classmates “You finally lost your virginity? I bet it was with a whore, or was it not, Arthur?” They started laughing louder. Arthur felt the shame on his shoulders, humiliated on the first day of school in the first minutes, great. He sees that some girls started mocking him too, and he could hear a "Is he the weird with the laughter? He looks like a fool!"
"See you in class clown! I already have a girlfriend by the way and I need to see her, that’s something you'll get it, ‘cause you’ll never have one!" The four guys left there, scoffing, while Arthur already had a lot of eyes on him. He immediately ran to the restroom. He entered one of the cubicles, dropped his backpack, and sitting on the toilet, he began to cry loudly, trying to silence his sobs with his hand, sobs that turned into laughter.
He hated being bothered so much, but he hated himself more.
Why I can't be someone healthy? Why this fucking condition? Why I’m a fucking sick man?
The bathroom door opened, and he made a superhuman effort to be quiet until he looked down the cubicle some sky-blue shoes with white stockings.
Hey lovely! Was just wondering if Bob said anything at this panel that has anyone freaking out? Wondering if I missed something, because everything I've seen I look at as positive. i don't understand where the freak out is coming from?
from what I could tell he was treating B/E as if it was a real canon ship and people take that to be an offense to bellarke, the fandom, their dogs, and their greatgreatgreat grandmother.
I FUCKING know there's no pedophila here, you @carro179 and @lightisborn teamed up and BLOCKED me, i'm so fucking tired of this character "sam" anon is suck as fuck, i logged out and see your comments you left here, chris answered my question and made this drama again, you know what, satire accounts are innocent expect me, what had i fucking done???? You've done making me suicidal, then i made light kill himself, i meant you didn't support pedophila, and done, light didn't support anon or condone this shit, im a fucking bastard and then become suicide addicted, and UUGHHH done, take my life if you want.
I truly think Jensen never forgave Jared about the season finale and that everyone was on board with it except for him. That even Jared was fine with it was a major trust problem for Jensen and hence the ensuing pettiness and drama.
