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By Michaela Magaela Ďurišová

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I’m loving this cute family!! <3 Ellen Kim

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Joker Origin Story Idea Map

The Joke We are all one step away, from the homeless piss-stained hobo that shakes his coins at you. But even he puts a smile on his face.

The only thing scarier than not knowing is the truth. You want to knows how I got these scars?

We never had money growing up, I’ve always felt like a cared a little too much. I hated it. My dad was a drunk who wailed on mom, I eventually learned the only way to stop him was to piss him off, no one is a bigger smartass than i could be. It wasn’t always bad, mom was either in deep paranoia or boundless positivity, came home to a fire with both their bodies inside, the next week i got a check from life and home insurance, my mom had signed it over months before but put it in a trust until I was 18 without my dad knowing. I hated money. I was 16 didn't care to be in the system, I was free, squatted in the city, under bridges, hoped trains, made beautiful street art, even made a friend who gave me free hair cuts so he could put me in the front chair to show that he could cut straight hair too, he was in the military, I thought I’d like that. I told him how I learned how to flip the switch and not feel anything, I told him how there was an angel inside of me that protected me from feeling anything if i wanted too. If i got too excited she’d whisper in my ear, I had to keep it even, don’t swing too high or too low. He told me how he got to see the world, how he felt like it was a calling, we were walking to the bank to deposit the money when cops stopped us. it happened so fast i couldn’t do anything, reached in for his id and the cops shot him. Nothing happened. I joined the military the next day, i wanted to run away. I placed into special forces, 18x explosives ordinances. I learned how to keep control and disarmed bombs, but the glory wore off as they learned that someone who didn’t value their own life wouldn’t protect their own. We were in vietnam, death disorganization was everywhere. but i was okay, my angel protected me, the mission that won me the purple heart there was a serial killer decapitating people, war breaks down order and no order mean free to crime, this man called himself the cleaner, he cleansed the areas from demons by taking their heads, we talked with enough folks to find him, he was hiding away in a room with heads on a shelves and the tub filled with blood, we found him with his his head in the tub, bats were hanging in the corner, my team fired a bullet in him behind the head. I felt like i knew my place in this world chasing this man. There was a new mission being whispered but I didn’t pay any mind, I spent my days combing through the streets making sure mines didn’t kill people, i saw my unit walking off into the trenches, I followed, there it was happening, they were raping her and he made eye contact with one of them and he shook his head, came out of the bushes, he said i wish you didn’t do that, stabbed her three times, and she tried to escape, put a bullet in her head. raped me, beat me to a pulp, i tried to let Military police know, they brushed it under the table, said a hero like me deserved a better post, moved me to humantiarain work cleaning up mines.  we combed through the villages for viet cong mines. I saw a child standing, no fear in his eyes, but not moving, i walked towards him. he lifted his hand firmly and slowly, i stopped, my angel whispered listen, then he pointed. There were mines, i called back out behind it but it was too late, i woke up with shrapnel in my face, my team blown, and in a village. I wasn’t dead, my angel was still with me. I was calm. The boy and his father was, his father pointed my tools, heard the vietnamese word for mines. I woke up and he had me on a leash and hands tied and gun to my head, he took me to what i thought was my execution and i thought about everything in my life, I laughed, tears flowing down, i laughed and couldn’t wait for it. And then he threw a melon sized rock over my head, and boom. I was still alive, I belonged. His son untied me, he held his gun. He pointed to the field. I needed to help, the boys mother was killed by a mine. I stared at the boy, there was no fear in his eyes. I got to work. Time had passed, I was clearing bombs, i felt at home in the jungle, i showed the father how to de-mine, and it worked, i’ve never kissed anyone except for cindy in the 2nd grade. it was wet and decided i didn’t want it to happen again. This was different, this was warm. The next day, someone had snitched there was an american pow, the viet cong came to the village, had heard about my encounter, i was in bamboo cage, they raped him infront of me, the angel wasn’t protecting me. i was snarling, i needed to get out, i needed to kill him, they dragged the son in to watch, he was sobbing, i knew what i had to do i started to yell at him, i spit on him, i tried to piss him off. it didn’t work, he took his knife slit his throat and put the body on top of the cage to have the blood drip on me. The local police chief for the village was next to him standing at the door, this was the vigilante, big scary bumping me around, i stared at the boy, and told him that it was going to be okay, that daddy is just drunk right now, just start laughing with me, lets just smile, and he did, the man grew irratated, cut the edges of his lips, and raped him, infront of me, i made sure i was with him though, i was laughing with him though because he needed me there to take him away, to another place. then the bombs struck. i woke up tied to a bed with some dolly donut trying to get me to play games, i was scarred all over from being tortured, the angel was gone, i felt everything 25 years of pain hit me, everything i’ve done bad, i wept for days, i couldn’t think unless it was laughing, they drugged me up but the angel was gone, first chance i got i cut my cheeks, just like the boy, i cut my wrist, i was done. I didn’t speak, i couldn’t think, i was in a ward, i stared out the window, my dreams felt like reality, they called me a hero but i was treated like a monster. they had found the decorated hero who survived being a POW, but everytime the news came on they called it _______, it was a lie, all a lie, everything is fake, its all a game, i didn’t need my angel anymore, i didn’t need to hold myself back, i knew that going over the edge was the only way to find myself, i needed to learn more about the lies from the government, i needed to learn how to take down the system, noam chomsky, saul alinsky, i consumed, my doctor harley saw my improvements, i could see it in her eyes, she had an angel inside her holding back everything she could be, then it happened, i saw it on the news, a vigilante on the news of a city that is plagued by a new war, an urban war, a war wear the commissioner turned a blind eye to personal justice, a one where a vigilante can fight the uphold the system cleansing gotham.

I spoke for the first time, in years, i laughed. I felt alive again, i was going to get him, i told the doctor i’d tell her about what happened. about everything i’ve been through because i needed her to get me out of here, i didn’t need an angel, i could feel everything and i didn’t care. It was all a joke, everything is fake, life is a game and i choose to play it my way. cards infinite my infinities is a reference. He found his trust fund and found it grown in value, he was rich, he needed bombs, and a unit.

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(4-2014)

oil on canvas

120x150cm

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geometricxmandalaxgalaxy tat, made in Mannheim (Germany).

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Daily Quote

Gentleman’s Essentials

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Tōkyō Desu Nina Geometrieva in collaboration with Damjan Cvetkov Dimitrov.

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As much as I adore Hurricane, one thing about that episode never settled right with me. Shawn’s advice to Maya is that she should dress differently, which is great, and the way that arc played out was wonderful, but I really want to see Shawn encouraging Maya to study and do her homework. Shawn can’t always do fun things, like clothes shopping, if he’s supposed to be her dad. I know that this is kind of Cory’s jurisdiction, but I don’t want it to be done in the way that Cory would, which is to say, preachy. I love Cory, but c’mon.

No, what I want to see is Shawn telling Maya that he could’ve done better in school. I want Shawn explaining to Maya that he didn’t take school seriously enough and he wished he’d tried harder. I want Shawn telling Maya that he didn’t think he would amount to anything anyway, because of his disadvantages. I want Shawn making sure that Maya knows she can do it, because he knows from experience that when things like that come from people with more opportunity (like the Matthews) it has less of an effect. I want Shawn pointing to his own success and saying, “If I can do this, you can do so much more.”

I want Shawn buying Maya art supplies, but also notebooks and pencils and a calculator for math class. I want Shawn explaining to Maya that even though he was a English major in college, he still had to take general education courses and do well in them. She could major in whatever form of art she wants, but she’ll still need to take gen ed requirements. Maybe she wants to get into a nice art school, in which case she’ll need to get in on scholarship. Do you know how you get in to fancy art schools on scholarship? Good. Grades.

I want Maya texting Shawn a picture of a test she gets back with an ‘A’ or a ‘B’ on the top because she’s so excited and proud of herself, and I want Shawn bringing her really nice new paints or pencils or something the next time he’s in town, and making sure she knows how proud he is of her. Because a father should be proud of his daughter’s accomplishments. I want Shawn to offer to get Maya a tutor if she needs it, but of course Maya sees that as a challenge and gets a good grade just to prove she can do it. I want to see Maya realizing that she has so much potential to amazing things, even if she isn’t a genius like Farkle. I feel like Maya underestimates herself a lot, and I want to see her learn just how much she is capable of doing.

I want Shawn buying Maya SAT study books, and making her write practice essays. I want Shawn talking to Maya about the kinds of schools she’s interested in, but not smothering her in brochures because that can be overwhelming. I want Shawn there when she applies for colleges, helping her feel slightly less stressed about it, and reminding her that she can do anything she puts her mind to, including getting into college. I want Shawn to help Maya write her essays for the apps. I want him there when she opens her letters, reminding her that no matter what’s inside the envelope there are people who love her and she’ll be okay. I want to see the pride in his eyes when she looks up from a letter and says, “I got in!”

TL;DR: I want Shawn Hunter to encourage Maya Hart’s education.