Unpopular Opinion: I Think Joker Folie A Deux Was Beautiful. Not As Amazing As The First, But Plot-wise,

This is perfection.

AL: Munson family motto, buddy. Gas, grass or ass—

EDDIE: Yeah, yeah, nobody rides for free.

ELIZABETH: —but we’re broke, so we hot wire.

THE MUNSONS. Your average all-American family.

Ave Satanas, Perpetua. Long may you reign. 🖤💜

P E R P E T U A

im fuckin DEAD 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

i can’t stop looking at this screenshot i’m in tears

He's so majestic.

I'm not surviving a 2 second glimpse. I'll be passed out on the floor of the cinema.

some cirice eye contact and closeups to help prepare us for his face on the big screen [x]

(i'm not ready i'm not ready i'm not ready)

FUCKKKK OH MY GODDD STOP ITTT 😭😭😭

Stolen Goodbyes and Forced Promotions

a tiny drabble about why Copia seemed to have been crying prior to the post-credit scene.

As Frater Imperator stood in the cold Abbey hall, he couldn’t help thinking about how much he didn’t want to be there.

He loved being Papa. He loved walking onto the stage to thousands of adoring fans screaming his name. He loved performing for them, giving them a moment of happiness that they could hold onto even after he was gone. He loved spreading Satan’s message and giving the weak, abandoned, and unloved a place they could call home.

He never wanted to stop being Papa.

The worst part of all this was that he wasn’t asked to step down. He was not given a choice.

Instead, he’d woken up to find his mother’s dead body and a letter delivered by Mr. Saltarian.

He hadn’t even gotten to tell her goodbye.

Copia had always been afraid he would end up like Terzo. He was terrified that once the Clergy was done with him, they would force him off the stage and take his life.

Now, he almost envied him. At least his life had ended and his soul was in Hell with his brothers and the Unholy Father he had spent his whole life serving.

Copia was alone. He had no family, no friends, no support to keep him going. He had to stand in his stiff, fancy suit and pretend that he was happy to have been promoted to take his dead mother’s place. He wasn’t even given a chance to grieve.

And, on top of it all, he had to welcome some stranger into his home and let him take his place.

Nihil and his mother had emphasized the importance of living in the here and now, but the here and now was awful. He hated it. He wanted to go back. He wanted to hug his mother and tell her he loved her. He wanted to bask in the love of the people he’d spent so many years giving his heart to.

He didn’t want to be Frater Imperator.

But he was, and there was nothing he could do to change it.

Maybe, if he was lucky, he and the new guy could grow to be friends.

At least then, he wouldn’t feel so alone.

well, shit.

i need several minutes.

god hes so beautiful

high quality gerard for today

No you know what. I thought Joker 2 was good. And I’m tired of pretending that it wasn’t. Reasons under the cut bc of spoilers.

Because the thing is… Arthur was never the incel power fantasy that a lot of people made him out to be the first time around. He was never a true figure of “white male rage” because fundamentally he was a figure of an extraordinary level of social/classist and interpersonal abuse that led him to violence that liberated him from that (as is the case with MANY mentally ill and socially disenfranchised people in the world), but the violence was absolutely never the thing that defined him as a character, but that’s always the first thing that people miss when a character is reduced to black and white elements in the zeitgeist. But this movie definitively proved that all of the incel dude filmbros, as well as average detractors who reduced him to that “white male rage” narrative the first time around were not reflective of him as a character because in the end, even ARTHUR HIMSELF held himself accountable for his crimes, even fessing up to killing his mother in the eleventh hour. And his subsequent death after this revelation even further drives home the point that how he exists as a figure of nuance could never survive in the world that created him OR the world that allegedly “embraced” him. And I think that’s kind of beautiful from a meta-narrative standpoint and VERY faithful to how the first film operated.

He wasn't laughing.. He was crying.

majestic lookin mofos. 💜🖤

PAPA V PERPETUA