#justafleck

[justafleck]

For my w h o l e l i f e , I didn't know if I even really existed . But I do . And people are starting to notice . carrd | | memes | | joker arc | | credit: ©

[faithdevotion]

@justafleck || cont. from here.  || betty/arthur.

 The tip of the blue pen pressed against the blank paper of the notebook, writing down her first thoughts on Arthur. Dissociation from reality was the first disconnection she witnessed from how he seemed to attempt to use sarcasm as a way to hide or dissociate from the physical & mental states that were crumbling. She had to stop this. There HAD to be solutions. Betty was certain she’d complain about how Arkham’s doctors cared to drug their patients and not seek their wellbeing, but was that something new or perhaps a fact she was unaware of? While the complaint would be deemed dangerous to levels she couldn’t imagine, she couldn’t bear the sight of a patient treated unfairly in a world that was filled with so much injustice & hatred, to the point she’d lose sleep over it aside from her own demons that tormented her sporadically. Some glasses of wine and few cigarettes could suppress such thoughts off her for hours, but not for eternity. Not enough for her to stop fighting against them through her occupation, especially for her patients and now Arthur.

A hum was the first sound she emitted as she set the blue pen down, a leg crossing over the other after she heard his inquiry. It didn’t take her as a surprise. Betty expected to see some improvement, but much to her disappointment and disgust, there wasn’t. Upon the eye contact, there’s enough evidence of his desire to conceal his feelings, emotions & thoughts. And she’d voice it openly. Mentally, she attempted to remember the medication he had been subjected to and the past and the current ones as she thought carefully about her choice of words towards him. “I will first begin with filing a complaint to this institution…” She couldn’t help the heavy sigh that left her lips. It was too much. This man needed to be treated properly for him to be reinserted into society, but such treatment could require months. Years, even. Betty could guess he had enough of medicine. Of being locked in a room that gave him no sight of the outside world, where he couldn’t experience joy. “And you won’t have to take any more medications for the time being.” As dangerous as it sounded for her to stop any administration of drugs for him, she was witnessing how it didn’t affect him as they were expected and were instead leading his health to a point of no return which she had to stop from lowering further. She’d have a word with the doctors and the ones in charge, one that could begin as polite but could end with her being harsh with them, despite how soft and calm her voice and her own energy were.

 “For now, I want us to focus on your expectations about this treatment.” She wanted to give him a space to express himself freely, what he perhaps couldn’t experience in the past with the psychologists that passed through the same room she was in with him. Betty offered a small smile, in hopes to provide him with some positivity, some comfort.  “What are your expectations about this treatment, or what I could work with you, Arthur?”

[thxwxlf]

If attacked by a mob of clowns, go for the juggler.

Kekipi inhales sharply and then exhales.

"Arthur, if this is you. I'm going to kill you."

@justafleck

[thxwxlf]

I dare you to kiss Arthur Fleck.

Send "I dare you to kiss..." with a url/name and my muse will have to kiss that person on the lips.

“NO. I rebuke it. He can kiss the bottom of my boot.

@justafleck

[thxwxlf]

*me and @justafleck talking about Kekipi squaring up against people like Astarion, Raphael, and Solas*

@justafleck : Keki don't got the clap, she got the slap

Me: I'm done 💀

[laebyrinths]

@justafleck   asked    :    “   i   wanted   to   see   you .   ”    for   Vanya   !

                    ❛   SO   ,   YA   JUST   DECIDED   ta   show   up   at   m'   apartment   unannounced   ?   ❜    vanya   doesn't   mean   to   sound   so   annoyed   ,   so   bitchy   ,   but   she   can't   really   help   it .     she'd   had   a   long   night   full   of   villainy   and   all   things   unspeakable   last   night   and   had   her   sleep   interrupted   by   j's   insistent   pounding   at   her   door .     she's   even   still   in   her   pajamas   ,   not   even   sure   what   time   it   is .     she   has   her   alarm   set   for   her   to   go   into   work   at   the   iceberg   lounge   ,   but   she   supposes   that   doesn't   matter   much   now   that   she's   awake   before   it's   even   supposed   to   go   off .     with   a   blatant   roll   of   amber   hues   and   a   sigh   ,   she   steps   to   the   side   and   impatiently   motions   for   him   to   come   on   inside .     the   sun   streaming   in   from   the   open   door   is   hurting   her   eyes   and   she   doesn't   want   her   cats   to   escape   with   her   just   standing   there   with   the   door   wide   open   ,    ❛   make   yerself   at   home .     i'm   gonna   go   get   m'   work   clothes   on .     don't   mind   tha   cats   ,   they're   nice .   ❜

[spinxeret]

+ @justafleck asked: ❛ I think it’s really shitty what they all did to you. ❜

+ " What WHO did ? " Confusion dotted the redhead's expression, crowned by the way it DRAPED over her green eyes . Truthfully there were too many in her LIFE that had done things to her that she still couldn't fully WRAP her mind around . To narrow it down was , depressingly, a bit of a large task sometimes . Staring back at the man, she stood her GROUND , not moving backwards nor forwards in response to his presence . " You're gonna have to be more SPECIFIC . "

[king-crane]

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”

"What are you, my fucking mother?"

It came out more harsh and venomous than he would have liked, but Crane was not used to care or affection. He could deal with vitriol. He could deal with fear. But this? No. So he usually fell back onto old habits, lashing out -- even at those who didn't deserve it.

He breathed out a sigh and finally turned to look at the man who had come to Crane's farm just to help care for the sick man.

"I'm sorry, Arthur. That was unbecoming of me."

A short silence, and then:

"Fuck, I'm glad you aren't my mother. She was horrid." His hoarse voice let out a barking laugh, which then devolved into horrid wheezing and coughs, even wetter and more painful than his usual coughing fits. With contempt for his body, Crane spit in the bucket beside his bed.

"I'm just wondering why you came all the way out here. Nobody's ever gone through this much effort for me before."

Brown eyes studied the man before him -- wary. It was hard to trust, but something about him was... disarming.

He hated it.