Anonymous asked:

i love what you said about the joker in the attractive villans post,totally agree, its such a shame heath died, truly great person <3

I really loved his work. You can just see the dedication and love that he put into everything he did. 

The Joker - Weirdly Attractive Villains #7

Hello, once again. Okie dokie, smokey, here’s our next Weirdly Attractive Villain. Heavy emphasis on “weird,” but hear me out!

The Joker from (the epic and amazing) The Dark Knight. 


I’m sure nobody needs the breakdown of The Dark Knight, so here it is in a super-condensed mode: 

Robbery! Batman. Oh no, mayhem! Oh, shit - the mob. Harvey Dent. BOOM POW BOOM EXPLOSION. Love triangle. heeheehee I’m the Joker. MOAR EXPLOSIONS. I’m the Batman. KAPOW! HAHAHAHA Oh, fuck! EVEN MOAR EXPLOSIONS Morals and ethics? People are good after all. THE DARK KNIGHT. 

Full disclosure, people: I love this movie SO. FUCKING. MUCH. And I know I say that every time, but this is different. Like, you really don’t understand. I saw this in cinema sixteen times. The only reason I stopped paying to see it is because my friend found me a bootleg copy taped in a dingy theater, which I watched at least once a day for I don’t know how long. I bought the novelization of the film to read when I couldn’t watch it. I read everything I could on it to learn about the production. My family was legit concerned about me for a little while. No, really. I just really love it, okay? Don’t judge me.


For the record: I did eventually move out of the obsessive phase. 

But enough about me and my fragile grip on reality and onto the Joker. Let’s figure out what makes him weirdly attractive, shall we?

Everyone knows that Heath Ledger was a magical creature, okay?  I remember being just soooooo enamored with him when I was a kid. (Patrick Verona, anyone?) He never wanted to be a big star, or a great celebrity. He played chess for fuck’s sake. He was a gifted and amazingly talented man. I mean, he threw himself into his work and the results of his dedication are glorious. His death was a shame - I cried when he died - and it still saddens me a bit from time to time. 

Who didn’t think he was the ultimate man candy?

If it’s you, you’re either lying or you’re wrong. 


I’m swooning. Oh, Heath…

That’s Heath Ledger under all of that makeup, and I think that this is precisely what had me hooked into this sordid attraction initially. Think about it: IT’S HEATH LEDGER UNDER THE MAKEUP. You remove the makeup, it’s Heath. The Joker is Heath. It’s Heath in there. That’d be enough for me.  I love you, Heath. 

Moving on, the Joker has mad style. Just look at him! His face all painted up, his fly digs. It’s stated in the dialogue that his clothing is custom made. Now, this tells me that he either had enough skill to design his clothing and have them made, or he made them himself. Enticing? I think, yes. His suit’s fucking rad and nobody can tell me otherwise. When you’ve got style, you’ve got style and he’s got style. 



I mean, I’m not crazy about the orange wig, but he pulls off the nurse outfit with too much flair to ignore. 


Don’t tell me he doesn’t look great in that dress.


You can see his well-toned arms and everything. I’m dying. 

In the same kind of area, he’s got the clown makeup going on. Now, that’s a big far-reaching, but I thoroughly enjoy a guy painted up all pretty. I’m not saying I’ve got a clown fetish, because I don’t. At all. If I’m perfectly honest, most clowns freak me the fuck out. There’s this clown in the local mall that makes balloon animals for the little children and I’ll go out one door, walk outside of the mall, and come in another door just to avoid this fucker. No, thank you. Go the fuck away, you fucking creepy fucker. But on the Joker, it looks….nicer? I don’t know.


Don’t ask me to explain this one. He just looks good, okay. (Minus the teeth. Grody.)

And he’s a generally happy guy. He tells jokes and smiles and laughs a ton. Who wouldn’t want to sit next to him on the bus. (Answer: most people.)


At his core, he just wants you to smile. Right? RIGHT?

I don’t know what attracts us to a bad boy, and….he is one, I guess. The thing about the Joker is that he represents chaos and mayhem and confusion and a total lack of order. He doesn’t care about money, life, death. He smiled just as widely as he fell from the top of a building as he does any other time. 

Small aside: he’s full of good advice. 


Like he’d help me get ahead in life. 

He’s also smart. And I like smart men. But he’s scary smart. Not like scarily intelligent; I mean like it’s terrifying how smart he is. The devil isn’t stupid, that’s what makes him scary, right? He never looks at his victims, really, but he uses knives because it’s more personal. He doesn’t care about emotions or people, but he’ll push your buttons because you care. He’s incapable of love, but he’s entirely glee. He’s got what it takes to make it to the top, but he’d rather sit on the floor and watch everything burn and billow up in clouds of smoke around him. And he’d laugh through the whole thing. 


It’s like he’d kiss you hard, and then push you in front of a car. 

This has been a pretty shit job of explaining the Joker, but I think it’s a 50/50 thing with him. You’d either kiss him or shoot him; there’s not really a middle-ground to speak of with this one. I feel like I’m forgetting more reasons why he’s glorious and why I’m not totally insane, but I’m sure I’ll remember them later. 

So, recap: he’s sexy, he’s witty, he’s Heath Ledger. If he decided he liked you enough not to kill you, he’d do anything for you. Literally, anything. 

Ladies and gentlemen, the Joker.


You can complete me all you like. I am yours.

My sister and I are watching ANOES and when Nancy’s first nightmare happened, I looked at her and said, “I would have been SHITTING myself.” She looks at me with wide eyes and my sweet baby sister says to me:

"I would have been SHITTING down my legs. Shit would have been DRIPPING down my leg. And Freddy would be like, ‘Ugh!!…I’ll come back for you…I’ll try again later…’"