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I have been feeling awful lately, so all I can do is sleep, work on commissions and draw memes sometimes

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Dan Mora - Batman

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i cleaned out the queue and drafts of jon's stuff and moved them over to @ssscarecrow and tell me why i went from like 70 drafts to 40 and 250 in queue to 160. he really WAS taking over this blog ldsfhklfd

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characters that go through hell yet still believe in the goodness of humanity, still hope for the best despite everything, refuse to let darkness consume them because someone somewhere is always going to be good are literally my favourite, because they give me that little hope too

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jonathan → @ssscarecrow

jawn is officially moved to his own blog

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Dale Cooper commission, disco style!

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setting up blog for jawn. we will test if i can handle more blogs lmao. i am insane so i am transferring all my headcanon posts 🤪 either posted there or queued.

sorry for lack of posting today 💔

so long as i’m followed back on that blog, all threads/asks will be continued there.

@ssscarecrow if u wanna follow immediately, but be warned that i spammed the dash earlier, so if you’re catching up on your dash. maybe follow when i post about it again tomorrow lol

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i have a placeholder in case yes wins, but a little hesitant to pull the trigger lol

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Detachment (2011) Dir. by Tony Kaye

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♱ MISCELLANEOUS WHIMSIGOTH PNGS ♱

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i finally took off the saniderm that made it look like my legs had duct tape on them. friday the 13th tattoos for anyone interested!

the scythe and heart are new, but the others are also friday the 13th flash tattoos. i’m doing a patchwork sleeve of just these on my leggy (besides a tat on my calf)

i now have 18 tattoos if you count my finger tattoos as one hehe

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There's some irony in it, isn't there? Not only is he on the other side of the looking glass as a patient now, but he's even walking through the doors of his old office he would hole up in. During the interim, it became a storage room because no one wanted it. Everyone that tried to use the office ended up leaving - probably just because turn-around is high, but Jonathan is partially convinced that they can feel the remnants of his evil in the room.

It's different now. Comfortable in that sanitized way that people in their profession are wont to do. When it was his, he had adorned it with Halloween decor, regardless of whether or not that was appreciated by his patients. But hey, he at least had a candy corn bowl out for them. Mostly for himself, but it was offered.

When she greets him and sticks out her hand, there's a tense moment where he looks at her and it and her again. He weighs whether he should take it or ignore it. What is his angle with this one? First impression is that she's sweet and will be torn to pieces. Probably someone to manipulate. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar. He shakes her hand, cuffs clinking gently on his wrists.

"A pleasure to meet you, my dear." Smooth and soft - honey for his fly. "I've heard of you, Maisie. You've done well to be here so shortly and have me as a patient. I certainly hope I don't make you nervous." He smiiiiiiles. Not that Jonathan is a violent inmate, but he has certainly unnerved many a staff member. Several have stopped seeing him due to panic attacks he has given them.

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She had learned not even twenty minutes prior to their first session that this had been his office before. They hadn't given her a heads up prior to that?? Just a folder, a warning about any foul smelling gas, and that a guard or two would be posted outside the door, waiting for a scream. Arkham had been so desperate for staff that she had moved up the ranks to dangerous patients within her first year here.

Getting a shiny new office, now considered comfortable by her standards compared to the dark, cold and gloomy one she had been presented with. A couch for the patient to be comfortable in, a chaise they could lay in...and no sharp corners. Everything rounded as if it were in a day care. There was even a few brightly colored children's drawings she had collected through her years in the general hospital.

Maisie couldn't help but be nervous though, as she adjusted her color coordinated notebook once more. She had heard rumors about him; Jonathan Crane. A brilliant psychiatrist who had gone absolutely mad with power over fear. Despite her nerves, she put on a smile as the door finally opened, an orderly leading him into the room.

"Hello, Jonathan." She stood from behind her desk (his old one, but she figured they would've at least changed that out) and extended a hand towards him. Crane dwarfed her. "I'll be your new doctor. You can call me Maisie if you'd like."

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A bit of Tently in 2x10. I’m here, and I’m not panicking, so that means you can’t panic, either.

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tumblr notifications are all fucked, not showing me when i’ve been mentioned in things. tags are not fully displaying on other people’s posts. unsure if this is just mobile issues or if it’s on desktop too but holy hell. apologies if i miss anything

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get you a man who despite his literal decades of practice repressing and hiding his emotions to survive physically cannot hide how smitten he is with you