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I know Joaquín doesn't care about the Oscars but ... HE DESERVES IT AND THAT'S THE TEA.☕

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COME JOIN US CLOWN FUCKERS  HERE 

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Another behind the scene video of the stairs❤️

these videos give me life

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TOPIC: II. CONTROL.

Send [ word ] + 💫 to reverse it and add as little or as much context as you would like.

Send [ shake ] to grab my muse by the arms, asking them where they’ve been.

Send [ show ] to force my muse to show yours one of their latest scars / wounds.

Send [ chin ] to grab my muse’s chin and ask them a question. ex: [ chin ] + [ where have you been ]

Send [ fume ] to catch my muse doing something that yours forbid them to do.

Send [ spy ] to catch my muse spying on yours in distrust.

Send [ disrespect ] for my muse disrespecting yours.

Send [ lie ] to catch my muse lying to yours for no valid reason.

Send [ run ] for your muse to catch mine trying to run away.

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TOPIC: I. INTIMIDATION.

Send [ grab ] to grab my muse’s face to make them look at yours.

Send [ pull ] to roughly pull my muse somewhere.

Send [ push ] to guide my muse somewhere while yours guides them with a gun in their hands.

Send [ gun ] to hold a gun straight to my muse’s face.

Send [ scold ] to viciously scold my muse.

Send [ foe ] to hold my muse at gunpoint.

Send [ knife ] to put a knife to my muse’s throat.

Send [ kick ] to kick my muse anywhere.

Add as little or as much context as you would like!

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TOPIC: III. KIDNAPPING.

Send [ word ] + 💫 to reverse it and add as little or as much context as you would like.

Send [ hood ] for your muse to uncover my muse’s face after yours kidnapped them.

Send [ shove ] for your muse push my muse to walk in the direction yours wants them to.

Send [ flood ] for your muse to shove my muse’s head under water.

Send [ scream ] for your muse to straight up scream into my muse’s face.

Send [ gun ] for your muse to push my muse’s chin up with the gun or to push a strand out of their face. Specify.

Send [ threaten ] to threaten my muse. Specify if wanted.

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100 Random Character Development Questions

001. When is their birthday? 002. Do they do anything to celebrate their birthday? 003. Does your character like coffee better, or tea? 004. Do they prefer being alone or with others? 005. Are they in good health? 006. What sense do they most rely on? 007. Is your character an optimist or a pessimist? 008. What is their favorite fairy tale? 009. Do they believe in happy endings? 010. Do they believe in love at first sight? 011. How would your character court the person of their dreams? 012. What makes your character embarrassed? 013. Have they ever been bullied or teased? 014. Detail one secret shame your character feels. 015. Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? 016. What is their choice of weapon? 017. When does your character think that violence is justified or deserved? 018. Your character wakes up to find that war has been declared. What do they do? 019. If they could have a superpower, what would they choose? 020. What are their hobbies? 021. How do they display affection? 022. What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen? 023. What do they consider beautiful in others physically? 024. What do they consider ugly in others physically? 025. What do they consider beautiful in others personality-wise? 026. What do they consider ugly in others personality-wise? 027. What is their idea of perfect happiness? 028. What makes them laugh out loud? 029. What sort of sense of humor does your character have? 030. Do they believe in the afterlife? 031. Are they superstitious about anything? 032. Does your character believe in ghosts? 033. Do they keep their promises? 034. What’s their view of lying? 035. What is the most important rule your character lives by? 036. How honorable is your character? 037. If your character saw someone drop a large sum of money and knew that they could probably take it without anyone noticing, what would they do? 038. What bad habits do they have? 039. What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person? 040. What is their obsession? 041. Are they comfortable with technology? 042. What is their greatest achievement? 043. What will they stand up for? 044. What disgusts them? 045. Does your character have any chronic medical conditions? 046. How do they handle getting sick? 047. What was the last medical problem your character had? 048. Do they have any allergies? 049. How does your character feel about growing old? 050. How does your character feel about their own mortality? 051. If they knew they would die tomorrow, what would they do today? 052. What is your character’s worst flaw? 053. What is your character’s greatest strength? 054. Does your character want power or authority of any kind? 055. Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? 056. Has your character ever struck someone in anger? 057. Has your character ever killed anyone? 058. What is your character’s idea of a perfect day? 059. List several phrases your character is fond of uttering. Where did they pick them up? 060. What is your character’s attitude toward education and learning? 061. Does your character prefer adventure or safety and security? 062. What sort of legacy does your character wish to leave behind? 063. How well does your character handle difficult people? 064. In what ways does your character annoy others? 065. Is your character better at leading or following? Which do they prefer? 066. Does your character prefer city life or being out in nature? 067. Does your character believe in fate or destiny? 068. How strong is your character’s sense of responsibility? What kinds of things trigger it? 069. What about your character is heroic? 070. What about your character is cowardly? 071. How kind is your character? 072. In a Dungeons & Dragons game, which class would your character be? (wizard, fighter, bard, priest, ranger, etc.) 073. In a novel, what plot role would your character fill? (hero, anti-hero, sidekick, villain, etc.) 074. What is your character’s favorite game? 075. Is your character ticklish? 076. How do they express anger? 077. How often do they cry? Over what? 078. How emotionally stable is your character? 079. How easy is it for them to read the emotions of others? 080. How easy is it for others to read your character’s emotions? 081. Is your character religious? 082. What are your character’s sleeping preferences? 083. What is the first thing they say and/or do when they wake up? 084. Describe your character in one word. 085. Describe your character in three words. 086. How would your character describe themself in one word? 087. How would your character describe themself in three words? 088. Is your character quiet or loud? 089. How vocally expressive is your character? 090. How bodily expressive is your character? 091. What type of music does your character like? 092. What emotion does your character evoke in others? 093. What is your character’s goal in life? 094. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to know. 095. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to do. 096. How do they move and carry themselves? What energy do they project? 097. How well do they adapt to change? 098. Does your character like animals? 099. Do they talk to inanimate objects? 100. Does your character dream? If so, what do they dream about?

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-Closing Time-

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It was the wee morning hours in the gritty, filthy city of Gotham. A light fog was beginning to form, creating a haze above the grim yellow streetlamps. The only sound that was coming from the streets was the cold, pre-winter wind whistling through the air. It was too quiet for Mariana, who had just stepped out from the Heartbreaker, the bar she tended at on the outskirts of the Narrows. It wasn’t the best part of the city, but at least she could keep some distance from the part of the city that was smeared with crime and misdeeds.  It has seemed, though, that it wouldn’t be long before the entire city fell down to that very same level.

She grimaced at the garbage that she stepped in, scoffing at the leaking trash bags. The stench almost made her eyes water.

She pulled out her pack of Marlboros, and lit a cigarette. “There’s no place like home...” She said to herself, heaving an exhausted exhale. She looked behind her at the front door of the bar, seemingly longing to go back inside to her familiar surroundings, the heat, and, of course, the liquor. She took her time walking away from the front steps, blowing out an exasperated and almost sorrowful sigh. She’d rather keep the bar open 24/7, just so she didn’t have to go home to an empty apartment every night. However, she knew that her boss would have her ass. She would drink the whole bar, if she could.

Maybe she could just take a bottle of whiskey, and replace it in the morning before it was even missed.

She jingled her keys from her pocket, and went to go turn around. She then noticed footsteps coming from around the corner. She looked out to see who it was, subconsciously placing a hand in her pocket once more to fiddle around with her pocket knife. It was revealed that two men, who looked as if they had no business being in that particular part of the city, were stumbling down the sidewalk and headed towards the bar.

“Hey, sweetheart!” One of them calls out before Mariana could open the door and climb safely back inside. “You still open for business?”

With a scowl on her face, she placed the keys back into her pocket, opposite of her knife. “No. I’m sorry. I was just locking up for the night. You’ll have to come back tomorrow.”

“Aw! Boo.” The other man said, throwing his empty beer can with the rest of the garbage that was becoming one with the sidewalk. “I was hoping for something a little stronger than cheap beer.”

Mariana rubbed the end of her knife in her pocket between her forefinger and thumb, ready to be used at any given moment. She stood her ground, and glared at the two scumbags. “It looks as though you can afford more than just cheap beer.”

The two men passed on a look to each other, busting out laughing, the smell of beer radiating from them, making Mariana gag slightly.

Once their laughter ceased, one of the men stepped closer towards Mariana, making her grip onto the handle of her pocket knife. “Yeah. Maybe I can take you on a date sometime. Show you what I can afford.” He strokes her cheek with the back of his hand, slowly slithering down her shoulder and on to her forearm.

Mariana’s heart jumped to her throat. However, with the hard-ass persona she always took on, she gave the man a sharp glare  and jerked her arm away from him. “I wouldn’t go on a date with you, even if you were the last man on earth. That goes for you, too, fucker.” She glanced at the other man who was beginning to approach her in the same fashion.

“Oh... Don’t be like that, sweetheart. Come on. We’ll show you a nice time around the city.” The second man who approached her growled, grabbing her other arm.

“Come on, we’re just trying to be gentlemen.” The first man hissed, and jerked her hand out of her pocket. Her knife then went flying into the pile of garbage, her widened eyes trailing after them.

“Oh, shit!” The second man said. “Were you going to use that on us? Oh, that wouldn’t have been smart... See, we work for the mayor. We know where you work. We would have your business shut down... like that.” He says with a snap of his fingers, pushing Mariana against the door of the bar.

“Now... you either let us in, or we’ll bust in. Got it, sweetcheeks?”

Mariana was frozen. She had been in plenty of situations like this before, but never without any source of protection. She was fucked.

“Look, you fucking cocks, let me go and I won’t tell the mayor what went on here. Got it?” Mariana screeched, hoping that someone would notice the altercation that was taking place.

“Oh, baby. The Mayor already knows what goes on with us... He. Doesn’t. Care.” The snickers echoed throughout the empty block. There wasn’t a soul around, as far as Mariana could tell. She wasn’t the sort of girl who looked for help, but it was beginning to appear to be one of those rare events where she couldn’t help but feel like the little girl from all those years ago. Frightened and helpless.

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Mariana swiftly walks over to the other side of the bar, slipping out a cold one out of the cooler. The clinking of the bottle top hitting the floor echoed throughout the empty room, just to taunt her awareness that they were the only two in the bar. She grabs a coaster, and places the beer in front of him. Her eyes scan over the man’s sunken in face, fully realizing how truly emaciated the man was.

“I’ll open up a tab. Seems like you could use more than one of these. I swear, I’d have to drink like... ten of these to even get a buzz going.” She stifles an awkward chuckle, but it quickly dissipates. This man did not seem to be in the laughing mood.

She returned back to her duties, drying the freshly cleaned pint glasses, wiping the counters that have obviously not been used, just to keep herself busy. She couldn’t help but steal numerous glances at him. The guilt of her seeming like she was being a bitch to him overcame her, and she sat the glass in her hand down, throwing the towel back over her shoulder.

“Listen, man. I didn’t mean to be a dick. It’s just... My boss is a real jack-off, and if he came in and saw that you didn’t have a drink in your hand, I’d have my ass handed to me.”

She grabs a bottle of well whisky, and pours herself a dry double. She reaches into her pocket, grabs a pack of Marlboros and pulls out a cigarette. She goes to light it, but the fire wouldn’t ignite. “Shit... I just bought this. “ She flings the dead lighter in the trash can, her frustrated exhale coming with a muffled groan.

HE felt like a specimen under a microscope, being picked and prodded at like some kind of goddamn lab rat. He chuckles at the thought of that, thinking to himself they probably treated the rats more kindly. People were always asking him the same questions; how are you feeling, are you having any negative thoughts? The irony was that all he had were negative thoughts, and Arthur wondered for a moment if those thoughts were to be done away with if there would be anything left of him. He puffs on his cigarette one last time before stubbing it out in the ashtray, leaning back in his chair and looking impossibly tired.

“You aren’t listening.”

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JOKER (2019) 

PUT ON A HAPPY FACE

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Name: Mariana Cross

Age: 25

Gender: Female

From: Unknown

Occupation: Bartender

Motivations: Just trying to get by in a dirty, gritty town. Always looking for something new in her life. Anything that sparks her interest, she’s in all the way.

Background: Mariana was the type of child that couldn’t be bound down, not even with a leash. Growing up in the Bronx, NY, she had to learn how to take care of herself at a young age. She’s not one to reveal her past.

Height: 5′6″

Hair Color: Red, but natural hair color is unknown.

Eye Color: Hazel

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Mariana had her back turned away from the strange, straggly looking man. She was used to dealing with loners who would wonder into her bar, looking to have a conversation that would ultimately turn out to be boring and not worth her time. But, this is what she signed up for. Holding on to conversations so she could get her tips, and not get killed in the process.

With a glass in her hand, and throwing the towel over her shoulder, she sighed deeply. ‘Here we go...’

“Alright. Order a drink and I’ll listen to ya.” She said as she pulled the towel and began to clean the glass. “Otherwise, I’ll have to kick ya out. This is a bar, pal. Now, I don’t mean to be crass and rude, but I do have other...” She looks around at the completely empty bar, sighing. “Customers that could be coming in...” She sets the glass on the rack, and drapes the towel over the sink. She leans against the bar, looking down at the man with a cocked eyebrow.

HE felt like a specimen under a microscope, being picked and prodded at like some kind of goddamn lab rat. He chuckles at the thought of that, thinking to himself they probably treated the rats more kindly. People were always asking him the same questions; how are you feeling, are you having any negative thoughts? The irony was that all he had were negative thoughts, and Arthur wondered for a moment if those thoughts were to be done away with if there would be anything left of him. He puffs on his cigarette one last time before stubbing it out in the ashtray, leaning back in his chair and looking impossibly tired.

“You aren’t listening.”