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— Alexandra Caroll, “‘We’re Just Alike’: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, and the Monstrous-Human”

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@chaosent
“while the monster resides among humanity, the monster remains an outsider who lives only for himself”
— Alexandra Caroll, “‘We’re Just Alike’: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, and the Monstrous-Human”

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@ PSYCHAES :
ARKHAM ASYLUM . its the dead of night * & all is quiet . . . hugo enters the interview room where two guards wait patiently .with them is something more beast than man . “ GUARDS , LEAVE US . “ alone . . . . finally . let the games begin
silence that seems to stretch on for an eternity . then . . . . “ 𝙸’𝚅𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 , “ ——– there’s something insidious about his voice , something insanely vile . “ * & 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵 , 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘦 . . . . 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 . “ nothing out of his mouth has yet to be a fib BUT GIVE IT TIME ! deceit comes naturally to someone like him : a cold , callous man that owns nothing in 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲 .
“ 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝚈 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺 ? “ in his hands are folders ; folders that contain information on the most forgettable cases in arkham // the ones who’s minds no one would notice were . . tampered with .
ᵒᶰᵉˢ ᵉˣᵃᶜᵗˡʸ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃᵗⁱᵉᶰᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᶰᵒʷ ; 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙴𝚃 . someone there’d for whom there’d be no moral outrage OR not a care in the world if he were to suddenly lose his his mental faculties , rendering gotham’s nightmare more . . . . 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 .
in fact , they’d not a clue [ imbeciles ! ] 𝐈𝐂𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 on the other’s , he slides them across the table . an encouraging simper plays on THE GOOD DOCTOR’S lips ——– it even reaches his eyes ! but he knows how to fool * & when it comes down to the nitty gritty . . . . 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 .
PATIENT FILE : THE JOKER ----- @chaosent· .
TICK, TOCK. THE CLOCK ON THE WALL SINGS LIKE A BOMB. the joker pictures it blowing off, and it delights him. he laughs, sharply and by himself, with a disregard for the doctor’s attention that, real or faked, only further alienates him. in the geometry of the room N#013, the clown’s bare, pale face elongates as a continuation of the white walls behind. his scars stretch around his grin, their darker tissue standing out like grooves in the tiled walls. everything in the room is white, even the light. under its halo, the shape of his smile is raw and alive with the trembling of a new giggle. it’s how it goes. tick, tock. the doctor doesn’t mind the clock singing. he has other thoughts chirping in his ugly little head.
‘ heheehe— well i am the highlight of this place. ’
joker can tell each of them apart. he can tell them by the stink. the neon light flickers in reaction to the clown jerking forward, eagle-like, snatching the folder from almost beneath dr. strange’s stringy fingers. there are pages on pages of psychiatric cases, most of them uninteresting ; as if leafing through a newspaper, the joker flips a wrinkled file and hops on the next. arrays of photographs slide beneath his eyes. of names, and numbers, and more names. over the sound of the ticking clock and strange’s crowlike voice is the rustling of the pages. ‘ hmmmh, ’ he hums. in his hands the folder opens to the file of an ordinary textbook sociopath, but it’s not so much at the specific case as the entirety of strange’s walk of fame that joker stops.
‘ look ... look who did his homework, ah. and what’re you doin’, doc ... sellin’ yourself to the best offerer? huh? came for a pat on the head? ’
no records no passport no id no birth certificate. no birthname, no gender! the only thing i’m legally classified as is “a problem”

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i cannot stress this enough that joker wouldn't be ugly if he gave a damn about what is socially considered attractive enough to meet the common standards, but he sure does take into consideration what is considered horrifying by society and meets those standards instead.
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“Burnings are the work of men. They have always burned us. Now we are burning ourselves. But we’re not going to die; we’re going to flaunt our scars.”
— Mariana Enríquez, from Things We Lost in the Fire
while completely dehumanizing joker as a villain, nolan also made it clear that he humanized him a lot because he wanted him to be “recognizably human” ; as a result, the whole ‘fell into a tank of chemical waste and came out disfigured, bleached and insane’ just does not apply to my canon or nolanverse as a whole. it’s very clear that the hinge of his madness (for the lack of a better word) is his facial scarring, and the rest of his iconic look is artificially achieved through makeup and dye and this is further highlighted by the possibility to take it off when needed. without makeup, scars aside, the joker is much more like us in appearance - much more human, and yet no less frightening.

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Ghalib, from Mirza Ghalib: Selected Lyrics and Letters (trans. K.C. Kanda)
“Not that I’m afraid of becoming an animal. That wouldn’t be too bad, but a human being can never become just an animal; he plunges beyond, into the abyss.”
—
Marlen Haushofer, The Wall (tr. by Shaun Whiteside)
The Naked City, dir. Jules Dassin, 1948.
@ HAERLEYS :
𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻 , 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻 ; 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴'𝚂 𝙽𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙽𝙾𝚆 . the gun still echoes within the halls of arkham asylum — still trembles within her hand as eyes shift towards the dead body. 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 . there should be an ounce of remorse there , right ? WRONG ! the remorse had disappeared a long time ago ; ever since doctor harleen quinzel had become harley quinn. ever since they had considered her too fragile to be outside in the streets of gotham city. 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄 . she supposes she can now add criminal to her resume. ❛ they always said i was a good gal — guess i proved ‘em all wrong . . . ❜ laughter bubbles from crimson coated lips — blood ; her own , the guard she shot , she didn’t know anymore. oceanic hues shift upwards — 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌 — with lips curling up in a maniac looking smile. ❛ ya know — he wanted to kill ya ! heard it before . . . back when i was — ❜ another laugh follows , cutting off her sentence & the gun is near pointed towards her head. ❛ — wasn’t crazy. they all did. ❜ tone becomes more serious then , eyes wide as they’re transfixed upon him. ❤ @chaosent·
THE ODD SMELL OF GUNFIRE BLENDS WITH THAT OF DISINFECTANT. the hallways of arkham asylum are infested with the sharpness of the latter, like a landfill with the smell of rotten things. soon, blood adds to it. a splash of red colors her mouth, like a bad attempt at lipstick. red also pools at their feet, filling a halo around the guard’s head. the joker can’t help but look. there is no thick layer of greasepaint that can cover the way his dark eyes glint, enthralled. the clenching of his jaw almost projects its own shade at the side of his bare face, bony and strong in structure and almost too pale to be human, even paintless. there’s a flick of his tongue over his bottom lip and the stringy scar splitting it, almost a signal for his kneeling beside the corpse in ritualistic slowness. for what seem like interminably long instants, the joker just ignores her. pretends to, at the very least. his sure hands pull the gun from the dead guard’s firm grasp. it’s weighty, and loaded.
‘ couldn’t have imagined. ’
when he turns to harley, it’s with a jagged smile that looks like a shark’s mouth. what the paint would otherwise compliment is a face already monstrous, with monstrous eyes set on her, evaluating her, and the skin at the corners of his lips pulled by old slash wounds that without any red to make them bleed again, look just like a deformation of the ashen pink of his cheeks. he chews on the inside of his scars, pensively ; his eyes darting everywhere in the empty hallway. ‘ hey, uhmm, harl-gurl. ’ he begins, in a singsong voice that oozes danger and grime. ‘ when you weren’t crazy, you wanted t’kill me too, uh? now. not that i don’t, ah, appreciate groupies ... but one murder doesn’t make ya so believable i’m ah-fraid. ’ he stands up, gun in hand, towering. a carnivore laugh springing from his chest in lonely giggles, like a dog growling. ‘ so ... so now, i could sign you an autograph, or blow your goddamn brains out. whiiiich is gonna be? ’
The Joker + weapons

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Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.
- F. Nietzsche
Cinema without people (or dogs): John Wick (second pass) (2014, Chad Stahelski, dir.)