Time Is Making Fools of Us Again.

"Hello, Beautiful." Hi, I'm Farida. Emma Watson is my spirit animal and Harry Potter changed my life. . stuck in the Vanishing Cabinet

[yoursunnydelorean]

Fallen Angel, Alexandre Cabanel, 1868

JOKER, Todd Phillips, 2019

poetic cinema

[arthurfleck-s-blog]

One Bad Day, Part One.

“Oh. Hi. Sorry.”

You glance up from your lunch break, half eaten sandwich hovering by your lips. Those were the first words Arthur Fleck ever spoke to you. You think about them very often, the way his eyes played in the light. The man had the softest smile you’d ever seen, for a person with such a rough exterior. His voice and demeanor didn’t match him at all. It was a pleasant surprise. You didn’t know it then, but it would become one of your favorite things about him.

“Would you like a flyer to my comedy show? I’m performing tonight at 7PM, sharp!”

“Um…” is all you can say, before he begins to retreat.

“Oh! You’re on your lunch break. Sorry, I’ll just…”

He looks like he could take flight; so finicky, just a big ball of nervous energy. You still haven’t said a word yet. He fumbles with the flyers.

“Nevermind…”

“Wait. I’ll take one.”

You don’t know why you did it. Something about the way his face fell at your silence had really gotten to you. It was clear, you thought, that this man was no stranger to disappointment. Sure, you didn’t know him, but you went with what you felt, and you were an avid believer of kindness. A damn flyer wouldn’t hurt. Without another word, you reach out and pluck the flyer from his nimble fingers.

When you look up again from the flyer, you realize he’s looking at you. Like really, really looking at you. It’s a bit intense, but you’re surprised you’re not more uncomfortable. You don’t typically make much eye contact with people in this city, not these days. His eyes are quite nice, actually. You realize he’s got that rare thing where the outer ring is darker, keeping the lighter blue from leaking out. There’s a hint of green there, too. Like aquamarine marbles. Beautiful.

“What? I could use a laugh, ” you shrug. You’re really just trying to shrug away your sadness before he sees it. It’s the truth, you can’t remember the last time you’ve laughed. But he sees it. And you hope he didn’t realize your staring. He sees it all.

“I know.”

“How do you know?” You bite back. Ah, sarcasm to deflect.

“You’ve got sad eyes.” He says unapologetically, after a beat. You laugh in surprise, but really you want to crawl underneath the bench. This encounter is surprising. Jarring. It’s been a long time, too long, since anyone has really seen you. You thought you’d been doing a better job at hiding it lately. Guess not.

“But…we can fix that. I’ve got great jokes.” He smiles down at you warmly, like he’s known you for years.

You smile back awkwardly. You didn’t understand the way he operated at all, or why you were even giving this man the time of day. Maybe it was because he was the first man in Gotham City to not harass you over how pretty you were, maybe it was his lack of false pretenses. He was actually trying to have a conversation, even though it was clearly a feat for him. You respected that. He had always had this awkward sense of boldness that you liked about him from the beginning. Like he was oblivious to the set social standards of the world, of how people thought they were supposed to act? And that was…refreshing.

“So, will you come?” The hope in his voice is evident.

You take a second look at the paper, a few raindrops have stained the ink. It’s freshly printed. You also see the stack in his hand, he hasn’t been too successful at pulling guests. You’re not sure why the invite is circus themed, but you also don’t understand how you’re still entertaining this situation, so…

In the end, you lead it all to divine intervention.

“Uh, okay? Sure. I’ll have to see.”

That is good enough for him. He smiles cheerfully, does a quirky little salute to you, and keeps walking.

“Hey! I didn’t get your name? Who do I tell them I’m there to see?”

“Tell them you’re Arthur Fleck’s special guest!”

You just stare after him as he crosses the street. He turns and waves. A cab nearly hits him.

Arthur. Arthur Fleck.  

[arthurfleck-s-blog]

arthur fleck/joker head canon

Sometimes when you get pouty you can be a real brat, and when Arthur is in Joker mode, work and running the streets is all he can think about. He doesn’t mean to put you second , ever, but sometimes he gets ahead of himself. You’ll usually try to get his attention in his last moments before he rushes out the door. 

“I want a kiss,” you’ll pout in a way you know he finds irresistibly cute. You know you’re just being a big baby but you’re not used to sharing your man with the whole world just yet. 

“Sweetheart, I’ve just put my paint on!” He’ll laugh back incredulously, but after an eye roll and a quick tsk of his tongue, he gives in. Always gives in, he thinks, as he cups your cheeks with both hands,  pinning you to the door with his kiss.

“You know you’re my number one, right?” 

Then he’ll kiss your forehead a bunch of times while you play with his hair. Every second counts, so to make a lasting mark before he goes, he smears the red kiss mark on your forehead with his thumbs. He knows you hate that. 

“See you tonight, gorgeous. And don’t you dare get any prettier while I’m gone.”

[arthurfleck-s-blog]

help i’ve arthur fleck’d and i can’t get up 

[emmawatsonsource]

[jessramblings]

[hpday]

It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew – and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents – that there was all the difference in the world.

[diarycrux]

our mouths are graveyards of unanswered prayers and unvoiced confessions

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[bazbucky]

British Slang Guide for British Characters

Written by someone from Britain.

1. Bloody - Damn. Socially acceptable to use, some of my teachers use it, and my gran does too. You can’t use this enough.

2. Arse - ass but more derogatory. You wouldn’t say this to your grandparents, generally. Parents, it depends who you are.

3. Fiver - £5. Everyone says this all the time.

4. Tenner - £10. Ditto fiver.

5. Quid - £1. Ditto tenner.

6. Grand - £1000. Obviously lesser said than fiver unless you’re Ed Sheeran or someone but people normally say this.

7. Chav - i think Americans call them townies??

8. Mum - do i need to explain? and no, we don’t say Dud.

9. Nappy - Diaper. 

10. Lift - Elevator

11. Pavement - Sidewalk.

12. Cock-up - fuck up.

13. Cakehole - mouth. IE: Shut your cakehole!

14. Bloke - Man. Most people say this.

15. Knackered - tired. “I’m off to bed, me, i’m knackered.” the K is silent.

16. Pear-shaped - gone wrong. “It’s all gone a bit pear-shaped.”

17. ay-up - greeting used in the Midlands/North. sometimes used at the start of a statement or question. “Ay-up, what you doing with that?”

18. Local - nearby pub. “I’m off for a drink at the local.”

19. Fit - hot. “He’s fit, him.”

20. Bollocks - balls. Sometimes used as an exclamation, like “Shit!” 

21. this is important. Fanny - vagina. FANNY DOES NOT MEAN BUTT IN ENGLAND. IF YOU CALL SOMEONE A FANNY TO SOMEONE IN THE STREET YOU MAY GET PUNCHED

22. Shag - screw. Shag is less derogatory than screw.

23. Uni - short for university. Is that your college?

24. Sixth form - Junior and Senior year at high school.

25. Secondary school - 6th grade to Sophomore year.

26. Year 10 - Freshman. Year 9 - Eighth Grade and so on.

27. Reception - Preschool.

28. Telly - television.

29. Chips - Fries.

30. Crisps - Chips.

31. Full Stop - Period. The punctuation kind.

32. Bugger - i don’t really know what this translates to. You’d say “oh bugger i’ve lost my keys.”

33. Crap - Less derogatory form of Shit.

34. Wanker - technically, this means someone who jerks off, but it’s used as an insult.

35. Dickhead - another insult.

36. Twat - Some people use this as an insult, but, as I discovered a while ago, it also means vagina.

37. Cunt - vagina. DO NOT INCLUDE THIS WORD IN ANY WRITING, IT’S THE MOST OFFENSIVE WORD IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.

38. Autumn - Fall

39. Biscuit - cookie.

40. Bonnet (a car bonnet) - hood.

41. Boot (of a car) - Trunk

42. Flannel - washcloth

43. Scouser - someone from Liverpool

44. Manc - someone from Manchester

45. Geordie - Someone from Newcastle

46. Brummie - someone from Birmingham

47. Dodgy - suspicious/not quite right. “Ooh, he looks a bit dodgy/My pen’s being dodgy!”

48. Tad - A bit. “Are you cold?” “Just a tad.”

49. Ta - thank you. Used up north a lot.

50. Absobloodylutely - a very enthusiastic yes.

51. Fortnight - two weeks.

52. Gutted - Devastated

53. Chuffed - proud, happy of something someone’s done for you.

[kittyit]

i, personally, would love to calm down, and yet

[watsonlove]

[nxpotter]

[gifharrypotter]

They haven’t invented a spell that our Hermione can’t do. - Rubeus Hagrid

[emmawatsonsource]

[shacklebot]

[miniangel]

if i don’t get married in an elie saab dress what’s the point

[villanelling]

if you wanna know what regret feels like ask someone who once considered TVD as their favourite show