#rest in peace heath ledger

[trulynamelessworld]

I watched Brokeback Mountain, my eyes are leaking.

[acousticbloke]

17 years🕊️🕊️

Miss you every day

[double-features]

my taste in guys (imagine my boyfriend is here also i didnt feel like searching for a photo of you, sorry taylor!)

[schlock-luster-video]

Remembering 10 Things I Hate About You and The Dark Knight star Heath Ledger on the anniversary of his death.

R.I.P. 1979 - 2008

[nellarw95]

We Miss You So Much Heath 💔

Heathcliff Andrew Ledger ♾️

April 4,1979 - January 22,2008🙏🏻

Always in Our Hearts ❤️‍🩹

Ci Manchi Moltissimo 💔

4 Aprile 1979 - 22 Gennaio 2008🙏🏻

Sempre Nei Nostri Cuori ♾️

[stevebuscemieyes]

Production was halted by the tragic death of Heath Ledger on 22 January 2008.

Actors Johnny Depp, Colin Farrell, and Jude Law were cast into Ledger's character in certain scenes, portraying the new idea of transformed versions of the character travelling through magical realms. Ledger's footage would remain in the film

RIP Heath Ledger 1979-2008

The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus,2009

Dir. Terry Gilliam

[medufasa]

HEATH LEDGER IS DEAD?????

Dude I'm fucking late

[number1girl]

i fucking love a knight’s tale

[sapphickittykatherine]

thank goodness for the anachronisms in A Knight's Tale bc heath ledger grinding for just a sec is an image which will blessedly never leave my mind

[jokeringcutio]

would you ever write for TDK joker? craving something reader/ledger joker - would you ever write for him? maybe she asks to see him without his makeup and she’s totally dazzled by him, tells him how beautiful he is, touches his scars gently (I mean, he is heath ledger with some scars without it, so it tracks😍😅) and he softens

Yes. (Short Drabble follows below:)

Rating: Mature? No Explicit Smut (yet). Just some loveliness. ~*~

You watched from the shadowed corner of the hide-out, the dim light flickering across the Joker's slouched silhouette as he shuffled in. Exhaustion hung on him like one of his tailored jackets, shoulders sagging, his chaotic day etched into every line of his body.

"Rough day?" Your voice cut through the stillness, a blade wrapped in velvet.

He grunted, a non-committal sound that vibrated against the peeling walls. He faced away from you, hands reaching up to smear away the clownish facade with a stained cloth, movements slow and deliberate. The smeared white gave way to tired skin beneath, the green paint-streaked water darkening the basin.

"Chaos reigns," he murmured, the words almost lost as he wiped the last vestige of makeup from around those sleep-deprived eyes, revealing the man beneath the monster.

You stepped closer, the space between you charged with an electric current. The air felt thicker as your gaze traced the contours of his face – yellow teeth, the sallow skin, the embodiment of neglect. No wonder he had never dared to show you his face before, how he kept himself hidden from both you and the rest of the world.

A shame, really. The rest of the world was missing out.

Seeing his unmasked visage, there was something painfully human about him that took your breath away.

"Joker..." It wasn't just a name; it was a revelation, whispered with a reverence that surprised even yourself. "You're beautiful."

The word clung to the damp air, a truth laid bare. You saw him, truly saw him beyond the chaos. Not just the demon that the world portrayed him as, but someone who touched upon the divine. There was beauty in his darkness, a captivating allure in the raw edges of his insanity.

And for a moment, just a fleeting moment, the agent of chaos stood still under your gaze, the world outside the decrepit walls of the hide-out fading into nothingness.

Your hand reached out, tentative as a whisper. Fingertips grazed the jagged landscape of his scars, grotesque and tender all at once. The touch was featherlight, tracing the history written in his flesh, the story of a smile carved by brutality.

He softened.

“Why hide this from me?” The words came out in a breathless whisper.

The wordless exhale of breath, a silent surrender. There, in the dim light, the Joker's eyes flickered with something unnamable. Not joy, not peace. A flicker of humanity amidst the turmoil.

"Liar,” he breathed, the sound a caress against the stillness.

"Beautiful," came the echo of your own voice from moments before, now reflected at you in his voice. His hand lifted, the gesture slow, purposeful. Cold fingertips danced across your cheek, a stark contrast to the warmth blooming within you.

Laughter bubbled up, nervous, shy. Your heart a staccato against ribs. You let him draw you nearer, his grip ghostly on your hand.

He was touching your face with such reverence, studying you with his darkening gaze. It made you feel like jelly under his touch. He had called you beautiful before, but this time, to hear it as an echo of your own words, felt wrong. You were no liar. You’d spoken the truth.

Joker was, without anything to hide behind, beautiful. The most beautiful man you ever saw.

His lips met your palm. Scar tissue, rough and uneven, pressed into your skin. A delicious shiver coiled down your spine, your core pulsing with desire.

"Beautiful," he murmured again, his gaze holding yours captive. And in that look, the world tilted, madness and sanity blurring into a heady mix.

"Joker..." Your voice faltered, drowned in the intensity of his eyes.

"Shh," he silenced you, the sound soft as the brush of moth wings. "Just feel."

And you did. You felt everything.

You trembled, the room's chill a stark contrast to the fever in your veins. "Make love to me," you whispered, the words a loaded gun.

He didn't speak, actions speaking volumes as he moved with a predator's grace. Clothes discarded, whispers of fabric falling to the floor. A hush before the storm.

Your bodies collided, a crash of thunder in the silence. His hands, commanding, insistent, mapped every inch of you, claiming territory. You arched into him, a willing conquest, the world reduced to the space where skin met skin.

Passion flared, raw, and unbridled. Each movement was a sentence in the story you wrote together, punctuated by gasps and moans. The Joker – no longer a specter of chaos but a man ablaze with desire - moved with a singular purpose.

You clawed at the sheets, each breath a plea, each touch a promise. He complied, a give and take that danced on the knife-edge of madness and euphoria.

And then, stillness.

Afterward, you lay entwined, a tangle of limbs and labored breaths. The silence was delicate, a gossamer thread weaving through the aftermath.

"Did you ever imagine..." your voice drifted, a feather on the wind.

"Imagine?" he echoed, his chest rumbling with a low chuckle.

"Us. Like this." Your fingers traced idle patterns on his chest, daring to explore the man beneath the monster.

"Never," he admitted, the word almost lost between you. "Chaos doesn't plan."

"Yet here we are," you mused, the irony not lost on you.

"Here we are," he agreed, his eyes searching yours for a truth you hadn't spoken.

"Will you show me your face more often?" you asked tentatively, seeking his eyes.

"Why would you want that?" The question hung in the air, a thin veneer over deeper inquiries.

"Like I said,"  you whispered. “Beautiful.”

A grin curled his lips, the scars uncurling like the petals of a flower. Gorgeous, your mind provided.

“If your reaction will always be as intense as this, I just might.”

"Good." A simple affirmation, yet it carried the weight of worlds colliding.

"Good," he repeated, tucking you closer to him.

The kiss he placed on top of your head felt like heaven. ~ AN: I haven't been well enough, but once I am, I definitely want to write more for this man. I love his little insane ticks, the licking of his lips, all his mannerisms. Definitely would love to write more about him. But to everyone who didn't get the memo, I am ill (it isn't a flu or a broken leg or something that will go away on its own, it won't go away in a few days, it needs treatment and possibly surgery and time, so keep your fingers crossed that everything will end well so I can write more for all of you lovelies out there.) ♡

[malacandrax]

anon asked: What does father Eugene and cliff look like in your head? (like if they were played by actors who would they be? 🤔) 

 I feel like...they look like themselves in my head haha. I have been using actors for reference though, like theres a lot of Paul Mcgann in Father Eugene, especially the way his eyes slant down, and the shape of his lips and the creases around his mouth, but I like the sort of goofyness of hamish linklater and I'm borrowing elements of his lower face esp like...she softness of the area round his mouth, and his teeth. I'm quite a freak about this I'm afraid. I WILL say that for Cliff I am less sure, he’s closer to my usual character style I think. lots of elements inspired by dacre montgomery, but he has the hidden eyelid/more fat there like heath ledger (tho I think actually I borrowed this from halsin bg3, and the underlip line too!) I feel like he looks less cunty than dacre LOL.(https://retrospring.net/@draxoplasm/a/113963061859549821)

tho the true answer is that Father Eugene is real actually  -this was a coincidence, after I had designed him but I DO look at these Regularly I won't lie. Rest in peace Reverend ...  (I made his sideburn areas longer after seeing this guy, tho) 

[ellsfloriographyy]

rest in peace sunset curve you would of loved 10 things i hate about you and the majority of early 2000s movies

but god bless julie molina for existing, because i’m sure she caught them up 🙂‍↕️

luke would of loved heath ledger’s charming bad boy patrick and you can’t tell me otherwise. the i love you baby scene is a killer classic!! and kat stratford the icon she is <33

he secretly loves romance movies don’t lie

[whenthestarsalignstardust]

I made this shitty purple heart in design tech back in high school when I first discovered one direction as a teenager and it’s been hanging on my mirror ever since. Sometimes that feels like yesterday, sometimes it feels a million years ago. All I know is I’d give anything to go back to that time. Being a teenage girl so care free and the biggest concern was Liam Payne shaving his hair. It’s a weird thing mourning someone you don’t really know or never met. And I know there are other things going on in the world that deserve attention- notably the war in Gaza- but losing Liam has left me feeling like a whole chapter of my life just ended. When Zayn left the band I couldn’t listen to one direction songs for a good month and now that doesn’t compare. I feel sick to my stomach listening to anything one direction related. I’ve seen some Gen Z fans compare this to John Lennon, but I’m on the older side of Gen Z, & it feels like losing Amy Winehouse or Heath Ledger. Too young. Too tragic. Liam was not a perfect person. But he’s someone I feel like I grew up with. All of the boys do. And to think I’m moving on without one of them is heartbreaking and too early. Rest in Peace Liam. Payno. My heart goes out to his parents, family, the other boys and his son Bear xx ❤️

[comfortablynumb]

Actors I think would be incredible in Narnia (despite their age meaning it’d be impossible)

Paul Mescal as Peter Pevensie

Joseph Quinn as Edmund Pevensie

Margaret Qualley as Susan Pevensie

Sophie Nélisse as Lucy Pevensie

Heath Ledger as Prince Caspian (rest in peace king)

Sarah Snook as the White Witch

[nellarw95]

Happy Heavenly Birthday Heath 🎂💔

Heathcliff Andrew Ledger 🤍

April 4,1979 - January 22,2008 🙏🏻

We Miss You So Much 🕊️♾️

Buon Compleanno in Paradiso 🎂💔

4 Aprile 1979 - 22 Gennaio 2008 🙏🏻

Ci Manchi Moltissimo 🕊️♾️

[kcyars99]

Rest in peace and happy heavenly birthday Heath ledger