"Does He Believe He's An Animal?"

ok but I hate Alice in wonderland in general especially when you realize we would have rightly called Lewis Carroll a pedophile if he was alive today, he wanted to marry the Alice he named his character after when she was 10 years old and her parents whisked her the fuck away and from what I remember he made a business out of photographing naked children. From what I remember the book primarily sold cause people liked the illustrations in it

Okay so I’ve done some research into this and I have found that this whole topic is massively controversial in the literary world.

I found a very interesting article written by the Smithsonian that I recommend you read all the way through because it has arguments and evidence for and against these claims:https://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/lewis-carrolls-shifting-reputation-9432378/

Because while Caroll was an avid photographer and there has been some photographs of naked children found his collection there is also an important point to be made about the change in sensibilities between Victorian culture and our current one:

“Of the approximately 3,000 photo­graphs Dodgson made in his life, just over half are of children—30 of whom are depicted nude or semi-nude. Some of his portraits—even those in which the model is clothed—might shock 2010 sensibilities, but by Victorian standards they were…well, rather conventional. Photographs of nude children sometimes appeared on postcards or birthday cards, and nude portraits—skillfully done—were praised as art studies, as they were in the work of Dodgson’s contemporary Julia Margaret Cameron. Victorians saw childhood as a state of grace; even nude photographs of children were considered pictures of innocence itself.In discussing the possibility of photographing one 8-year-old girl unclothed, Dodgson wrote to her mother: “It is a chance not to be lost, to get a few good attitudes of Annie’s lovely form and face, as by next year she may (though I much hope won’t) fancy herself too old to be a ‘daughter of Eve.’ Likewise, Dodgson secured the Liddells’ permission before taking his now-famous portrait of Alice at age 6, posing as a beggar child in a tattered off-the-shoulder dress; the family kept a hand-colored copy of it in a morocco leather-and-velvet case.”

And this goes for every other piece of evidence against Caroll (Dodgson). The only solid possibility was that he was interested in the oldest daughter Lorina (‘Ina’) but there is also evidence to say that he was actually trying to court their nanny. While people say the fact that he was a bachelor all his life was suspicious, there are numerous letters and diary entries that point out that he was involved with quite a few women but sought to hide it because it would have been seen as immoral out of wedlock or courtship.

By the way, the only person to claim he was ‘in love’ with Alice was a family descendent who’s claims are basically but opinion and aren’t backed up by hard fact. It is very easy to jump to conclusions out of the context of the society they lived in compared to ours.

Also by the way: The entire story of Alice In Wonderland was told to some of the children on a boat ride and it was Alice herself who asked him to write it down. It was literally just a story he told them to entertain them with the main character called Alice because that’s kind of what adults do when they’re making up a story for a child?Also they didn’t whisk Alice ‘the fuck away’ he was the one to actually leave (for unknown reasons possibly related to the mother not approving of his courting the eldest legal daughter or his courtship of the nanny. Either way, he was the one to leave not them forcing him away. And regardless he came back to give Alice a copy of the novel.)

Basically all the ‘evidence’ is massively contentious and even if it were the case that he was, the story of Alice In Wonderland isn’t actually linked very much into the personal life of the author so it is very easy to read the book without even having to think about him or his intentions (Especially considering it was written in 1865 and it has long passed into public domain.)

I implore you to read to article in full and come to your own conclusion (and please don’t read any articles from The Daily Mail as it’s not worth the paper it’s written on) because making a snap statement of ‘Lewis Caroll was totally a paedophile’ isn’t something you should do before looking at all the facts.

The rogues gallery mental illness

I’m not a psychologist so this is all just a guess. If you’d like me to elaborate why I headcanon these characters as having these disorders or want me to add more, please let me know! Two-face: Aboulomanie, multiple personality disorder Scarecrow: Slight diogenes syndrome, philophobia (non-sexual) The Mad Hatter: Maladaptive daydreaming, borderline personality disorder The Joker: Witzelsucht, psychopathy, (possible PTSD) Maxie Zeus: Grandiose disorder, schizophrenia The Riddler: Narcissistic Personality disorder The Penguin: histrionic personality disorder Victor Zsasz: obsessive compulsive disorder, depressive disorder Firefly:Pyromanie

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Lewis Carroll ― Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

drabble - jervis and his paper hat

He had his tongue partly out, curled up slightly as it stayed to the side of his lip. Focusing his deep maple gaze, upon the stripped newspaper configuration before him. He tilted his head from side to side; with his loose auburn curls scrunching to his face, to release with his movement and dance upon his shoulder again. All the while, his lengthy nimble fingers attended to his precious creation.

His handiwork was undoubtedly present, though the materials were lacking quite a bit. There was a small stack of newspapers laid before him, and a bucket of an odd mixture: glue, flower, and water; of which mocked the consistency of camel mucus. ‘Paste’ is what he was told lain before him.

Watching him work was something to be seen. Considering he didn’t seem phased by any of it, like that’s how he had made such things originally.

His brown orbs continued with deep concentration, as his delicate construction became more of a gentlemans formation. He made sure to keep all the pieces in their rightful places, and add extra glue upon the ends. Dunking his hand, or just a few fingers at times; into the paste, before returning again to the paper craft, before him.

Once the shape was then made, he stuffed some crinkled pages in the hollowed center, careful not to interfere with the delicately formed area. Flipping it then, right side up; he set it before him. Touching it up, here and there, as it dried slowly with in the air; attentively smoothing out spots that would crinkle, or applying glue to places that would lift or curl.

Then with his work finally completed and dry. He pulled the crinkled paper from the center, carful not to damage the surface made inside, and placed it atop his head with pride.

He then sat up straight, quite satisfied with himself; his hands were folded in front of him, and a smile cast like a cats mad grin.

He felt like himself once again.

after all,

how could one be a Hatter - without a hat of his own

Day 2

Like most people my favorite and first version is the Batman the animated series. I’d say the reason why this one is my favorite is because you can see where Tetch is coming from. It’s not easy to talk to people especially when you like the person. At the same however you can’t root for him, his actions are far too deplorable (and actually diverse not just “kipnap ol’ Alice”).

I guess I also relate to his want for people to be happy, feeling like you have to give this person a happy ending in order to get your own. To add, I truly would LOVE to live in a fantasy would, I remember one night were a almost cried with how badly I wanted to escape reality.

This version of Tetch will probably always be my favorite for both personal and more general reasons.

2: would be @waiting4codot version 3: @askarkham (look at the guy) 4: Arkham games (idk I just kind of like it) 5: Joker’s asylum

Can you imagine Bruce Wayne having the private residences of his various rogues tapped? Like he could log on to one and hear a live audio stream of their actions. Imagine:

Ivy quietly making soft ‘cooing’ noise to the various plants which she keeps in her home to nurture and for her protection. Sometimes Harley can also be picked up but she soon disappears after a few weeks or so.

Joker seemingly being aware that Batman has his home tapped and is happy to hold long provocative conversations in the hope that the Bat is listening at any given moment. Bruce hates it since Joker seems to have a sixth sense about when he is tuned in and uses it to his advantage to get under his skin.

Catwoman being the only other rogue who seems to be aware that Batman is listening to her but she is rarely home (and is intelligent enough to not discuss her business) so she uses it as an opportunity to flirt and give hints as to which expensive gifts she would not mind receiving.

Scarecrow’s line is pretty much silent most of the time since he tends to conduct experiments elsewhere but the occasional hummed lullaby can be heard along with mad cackling and it unsettles Bruce more than he is willing to let on.

Edward Nygma being, by far, the loudest of them all. Between the cacophony of creaking and grinding that his various electronic projects make as he constructs them and his incessant need to hear his own voice and practise riddles it can be very grating. Plus he sings. A lot.

The Mad Hatter seeming to have a habit of holding daily tea parties which are almost unintelligible as Tetch fully descends into the madness which has a great hold of him. Bruce can only hear the story of the Walrus and the Carpenter so many times.

Bruce having to force himself to check the feed assigned to Harvey Dent as there is always a chance that instead of picking up Two-Face barking instructions to his henchmen over the telephone, he may pick up pure silence only broken by the occasional sob of the man whom he was once best friends with.

Madeline giggled.

"Of course I know the joy of having a fluffy tail and two lovely long ears!"

Setting her cup down and mockingly tapping her chin in thought she continued.

"Though I haven't the faintest idea what having feathers would be like! I've been told the nightingle has the loveliest voice among birds, but it is quite dull looking. Hmmm."

Looking back at her guest she grinned, and proudly placed her hands on her hips.

"I've got it! You're a Peacock! For one you seem to enjoy luxury and I can just by looking that you like having all eyes on yourself! Additionally it's not hard to see you have quite the unwavering confidence!"

Chuckling to herself Madeline picked up her tea cup again adding,

"I've always thought the Painted Bunting was very lovely, though in Gotham you have to appreciate how adorable pigeons are."

@themarchinghare

“Jervis? Are you here?” Music Meister poked his head through the doorway, looking around before stepping into the Hatter’s latest hideout. Between composing and organising his next ‘performance’, the maestro had grown bored and decided to visit his acquaintance. However he didn’t seem to be around at present.

Do you have sleep/dream/nightmare headcannons for Jervis?

Jervis sleep headcanons

- Goes to bed at 9:30pm, wakes up at 6:00am

- An insufferable morning person.

- wears Ebenezer Scrooge pajamas.

- Sleeps on his left side and has very soft snores.

- His dreams are mainly tea parties

- The guests and location varies but it’s always some sort of social event.

- Nightmares are where it get fucked up.

- He has a recurring nightmare where he’s in solitary confinement in Arkham and the walls close in and suffocate him.

- Another one where he’s trapped in a grey cubicle and tries to climb out but then his father fucking appears out of nowhere and drags him back down.

- Theres one where all his friends yell at him and kick him.

- And then there’s this weird one where he’s getting married but the ceremony never starts and he never sees who he’s marrying. It’s just a bunch of people waiting around and then he wakes up confused.

- He’s pretty sure the wedding one is his subconscious bemoaning the fact he’s single. 

- He’s not going to think about the actual nightmares.

schizo-wonderland

in schizophrinic symptoms people may experience….

Behavioral: social isolation, disorganized behavior, aggression, agitation, compulsive behavior, excitability, hostility, repetitive movements, self-harm, or lack of restraint

/he dropped the axe. Picking up the empty tea cup to bring it to his chapped lips. drinking out of a tick, not actual want. bloodied gloves smeared the crimsion fluied over the chipping, baby blue, tea cup.

“drink your tea alice…its rude to waste…” he said through a crazed grin. the people at his table slumped over and lifeless. alice in her blue blood stained dress… her head on the floor/

Cognitive: thought disorder, delusion, amnesia, belief that an ordinary event has special and personal meaning, belief that thoughts aren't one's own, disorientation, memory loss, mental confusion, slowness in activity, or false belief of superiority'

/his smile was one of insanity. the grin showing every one in group therapy that jervis was now the hatter. no longer in arkham, but in his own wonderland./

Mood: anger, anxiety, apathy, feeling detached from self, general discontent, loss of interest or pleasure in activities, elevated mood, or inappropriate emotional response

/“NO NO! its ALL WRONG!” the small man yelled. scaring the tightly bound, masked, hostages. “your supposed to say, yes sir! its so very very rude alice! wehave been over this over and over!” he steps closer towrared the shaking blond headed girl. “thats it…tea party over… your ruined it ….” he muttered. pushing the knife into “alice’s” throat so he could paint the roses red/

Psychological: hallucination, paranoia, hearing voices, depression, fear, persecutory delusion, or religious delusion Speech: circumstantial speech, incoherent speech, rapid and frenzied speaking, or speech disorder

/“Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!” he whispered. clawing at his hair, pulling chunks of blond hair out. “He took his vorpal sword in hand” he muttered, taking a small razor into his shaking hand. “One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back” he cut into his wrists. his blood pouring out onto the cold floor. that shaky smile softened as he paled. the world growing cold… “And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? C…come to m..my arms, my b..eamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” darkness took over his sickened mind/