#young heath ledger

[explosiongamora]

Why does this mf

look like a love child of these mfs

[winterswake]

it’s somehow thrilling to look at heath ledger’s joker with his rolled up sleeves and bare hands

[noitwang]

This may have already been discussed, but I just rewatched 10 things I Hate About You, and I noticed something...

Which made me think of Young Justice, which came out in 2010.

Just imagining Dick Grayson pleading with Bruce to watch 10 Things I Hate About You every night

[cowardstiel]

watching the dark night for the first time ever and i totally forgot that the christian bale that plays batman is the same christian bale that plays patrick bateman. the first time he took his mask off for a full bruce wayne reveal i gasped

[saintsupertramp]

the fact that this is roughly how all of them looked when the beckets met tendo in the jaeger academy is quite frankly absurd

[likeanarrowinthedark]

God, "10 things i hate about you" its always as good as the first time

[jokerislandgirl32]

Do you have a character from another random fandom that you could dedicate a whole side blog to, you love them so much?

Thank you for the ask! I am sorry it took me a while to get to it!

It depends on my hyperfixation of the day, lol. But I think my go to, besides Zach and Wild Kratts of course, lol, would be the Joker. I mean…Joker in my username comes from the character of the Joker after all!

My favorite versions of the Joker are Arthur Fleck from Joker 2019, Heath Ledger’s Joker, and the Young Justice TV Series Joker. I actually have a crossover AU with Joker 2019 and Young Justice where Arthur Fleck and the Young Justice Joker are the same person, but I’ve been hesitant to share the details of it because it’s a lot…it involves a whole new self insert, complicated family relationships, fan kids, ancient curses, just a lot, haha.

So…I’ve actually thought of making a Joker centered side blog in which I could analyze the Joker’s character, do screenshot dumps, and post stuff about the Revolution AU, as I call it, separate from this blog, because with the character of the Joker, the subject matter would naturally be darker/more mature.

I may do it at some point in the future, because there’s just something about the Joker and my fascination with him, but for now I’m happy with the chaos that is this blog!

[he-was-a-star]

"Bianca said that Kat likes pretty guys"

"Are you telling me I'm not a pretty guy?"

[thebasementgirl]

@l1v1ngdeadg1rl

Brokeback Mountain (2005) + Letterboxd reviews [insp.]  

[zvdvdlvr]

Could you please write an imagine based on the episode where Greg House gives a lecture about the three cases and he's one of them (where we first see Stacy).

Reader is one of the students there, gives the correct answers, therefore grabs his attention and he offers a job and they end up dating

Thanks in advance!

chasing you ✩ gregory house

“What color is your pee?”

You watched House interrogate one of the few students that had been giving input on his three stories.

“Yellow,” she replied with a sharp tone.

“And what color is your blood?”

“Red.”

House nodded. “Yes. And what colors did I use to make this tea color?”

The female student stammers as she replies with “red, yellow, and brown.”

The man clicks his tongue. “And brown. How do we get the brown color?”

“Waste-“

“Thank means the kidneys are shutting down,” House cut in. “Why?”

“Could be damage done by the self injection. He has no history of trauma.

“Treatment?”

House’s rapidfire questions had rattled the woman, but she stiller answered. “Heat and rest-“

“Other possible causes?”

“Infection.”

House nodded. “Start him on antibiotics. What else?”

Silence filled the room. House looked around, expecting an answer. “Come on! What is it?”

“I-I don’t know,” the student admits. She looks away.

House sighs and walks down the steps. The paper with the tea color crumpled in his hand.

“You know, it’s hard to think with you in our faces,” starts the annoying student right up front.

“Yeah?” House scoffs. “You think it’s gonna be any easier with a real patient really dying?”

The guy looked down. Once again, silence reigned over the room as House prepared himself to speak. Until… you opened your mouth.

“The unknown factor would be muscle death.”

House looks up. Near the back of the auditorium by the window on the far left. A student House originally thought was uninterested. Sure, House had seen you around the hospital- practically every wide-eyed intern or student had met the witty man but he had never spoken to you.

Which was odd considering he took a little joy in making the interns and students squirm- especially the pretty ones. House was surprised he’d never even caught your name.

When House’s mouth opened and closed twice, you resumed carefully. “The dying muscle leaks myoglobin which is toxic to the kidneys. There’s your brown, Doctor.”

“Brilliant,” House murmured. He eyed you carefully as he went on. “MRI the leg. See what’s killing it.”

The Heath Ledger dupe spoke up again. “Why is the girl getting the MRI?”

“Because the neck skan revealed nothing and her doctor’s way more obsessive than she thinks she is.”

Heath tilted his head. “But you said the guy needed the MRI.”

“Because the mysteriously smart girl over there said muscle death. Not one of you came up with that. Not one of this guy’s doctors came up with it either,” he replied harshly. “They gave him bed rest and antibiotics- just like you guys would’ve.”

“Does he get better?” The female student from before asked.

House clicks his tongue. “No.”

“How long-“

“Three days.” He looks around the room, stalling when he made eye contact with you. “It is in the nature of medicine that you’re going to screw up. You are going to kill someone. If you can’t handle that reality, pick a new profession. Or finish medical school and teach.”

The female student from before spoke up. “It took three days for them to figure out about the muscle death?”

House shook his head. After heaving a sigh he answers “No, it took three days for the patient to suggest muscle death.”

“What caused the muscle pain?” You asked. “Was it- was it a clot?”

House nodded. “Don’t steal my thunder, young padawan. But… yes. A clotted aneurysm lead to an infarction in the patient’s leg.”

You nodded as House examined you intently as he went on. “After the surgery to remove the clot, the patient went in to wide complex tachycardia… The patient was technically dead for over a minute.”

“Do you think he was dead? Do you think those experiences were real?”

Every head in the room turned to the back. There stood James Wilson, leaning on the door. He looked knowingly at House, like he knew something everyone didn’t.

“Define real,” House shot back. “They were re experiences… What they meant- personally, I choose to believe that the white light people sometimes see, visions this patient saw… They’re all just chemical reactions that happen when the brain shuts down.”

“You ‘choose’ to believe that?” You ask curiously.

House’s eyes dart back over to you. “There’s no conclusive science. My choice has no practical relevance to my life,” he replies. As he starts to pace slowly around the front of the room, he proceeds. “I choose the outcome I find more comforting.”

“You find it comforting to believe that this is it?” Wilson asks accusingly.

House blinks. “I find it more comforting to believe that this isn’t simply a test.”

Everyone sat, listening closely to House’s every word. No other sounds could be heard despite House’s cane movement. He explained how, once the patient was put into a medically induced coma, his trusted proxy had made the decision to remove the dead muscle from his leg.

“Because of the extent of the muscle removed, the utility of the patient’s leg was severely compromised,” he told everyone slowly. “Because of the time delay in making the diagnosis, the patient continues to suffer chronic pain.” He tilted his head up to look at the crowd in front of him and then dropped his head to look at his hands.

“She had no right to do that,” piped up a different female student.

Heath Ledger look-alike scoffed. “She had the proxy.”

The woman argued back, “She knew he didn’t want the surgery!”

“Well, she saved his life,” Heath Ledger responded.

“We don’t know that,” the guy in the front row cut in. “Maybe he would’ve been fine.”

“Still, it’s the patient’s call!”

Heath Ledger shrugged. “Patient’s an idiot.”

“They usually are,” House agreed. “Do you have a buzzer? What time does this class end?”

This time, a mew voice answered House’s question. “20 minutes ago.”

For a moment, House looked at Cuddy with an unreadable expression. Then he clicked his tongue and stood up. “I’m not doing this again,” he informed Cuddy. “And this guy is not the world’s greatest dad- not even ranked. Who the hell let’s their kids play with lead based paint? That’s why he’s always sick. Find him some plastic cups and the class is all his again,” he told Cuddy, placing the yellow hand-painted mug in her hands. He started to walk out, but paused and hobbled back to point his cane directly at you. “Except you. Come with me.”

With haste, you gathered you books and writing utensils and shoved them into your bag. As you followed the limping man out of the classroom, you felt everyone’s eyes on you.

“I have a job for you if you want it,” House tell you finally, stopping in front of a door. “It’s tough, people lie to you every day, and we don’t even have decent coffee.”

You look from him to the door that reads ‘Gregory House M.D. - Head of Diagnostic Medicine’. “I have literally spoken to you three times. How do you know I won’t accept the job, wait until you trust me, and then steal all your money and leave?”

House paused. “Good question. Will you accept the job, wait until I trust you, and then steal all my money and leave?”

“Probably not,” you reply.

“Great!” House exclaims. “You’re hired.”

Over the course of the next few month, you had clicked immediately with Chase. You spoke passionately about different types of literature with Cameron, and joked with Foreman about anything and everything.

Your relationship with House was complicated to say the least. During your first official case, House insisted he followed you everywhere. You more than understood his hesitance to let you do tests completely on your own. But when he limped around, tracking you like a damn dog… you wondered why he still hadn’t trusted you enough.

To your fortune, Wilson had cornered you in the cafeteria as you were getting lunch. “We need to talk,” he had said before plopping down next to you.

You paused, looking up from your cafeteria spaghetti. “About what?”

“House.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”

Wilson looked at you with an expectant expression. “Because I want to know what you said. Duh.”

“I think I’m missing something,” you told him. “What was I supposed to say to him? What was he supposed to say to me?”

Wilson dropped his silverware. “Are you serious? He didn’t- You don’t- What?”

“I’m lost here, Wilson,” you tell him.

Wilson looks around suspiciously before licking his lips. “So… you know how the medical gala is coming up?”

Nodding, you shove a forkful of noodles in your mouth. “Chase won’t shut up about seeing ‘all the hot babes in tight dresses’ or something,” you inform Wilson.

After guffawing over your imitation of Chase’s accent, he gets serious. “It’s in a week. Are you sure he hasn’t talked to you?”

You throw your hands up and sigh. “Just spit it out already, Wilson. I feel like a high schooler trying to get my friends tell me who they have a cute little crush on. Tell me or I’m gonna pop a blood vessel!”

Wilson looks away. “I can’t. I’m scared of House.”

With that, he picks up his tray and goes to leave.

“Bye bye, Willie!” You call.

James turns and glares at you before walking out of the room. You chuckle and attempt to finish your meal before your beeper will inevitably go off.

You just start chowing down on the garlic bread (read: bread with butter and garlic) when you hear the dreaded beeping. You bite off a large chunk of the bread and dump your tray before reading the ‘MY OFFICE- EMERGENCY’ that was from House.

When you finally pushed open the door, you saw House facing the window outside.

“Is our patient with the living?” You ask, taking a step towards House.

House doesn’t turn around. “I need you to go to the winter gala thing with me.”

You stiffen up. Throughout your whole body, your muscles tighten as your freeze midstep. Your face drains of blood and your heart feels like it just dropped into your stomach and was dissolved by the acid. Bile had just started rising up your esophagus when House turns.

“Don’t look so excited,” he insists sarcastically. “But seriously. Why are you looking at me like I have a tumor growing out of my eyeball?”

“No,” you mutter raspily. “Take Cameron.”

House’s eyebrows furrow as you turn on your heel and start to leave.

“Why won’t you go with me?”

You gnaw deeply at your lip as you turn. To your surprise, House was standing- watching you leave without his cane in his hand. “Go with Cameron,” you say again. “I don’t- I’m- No. Just no.”

“Y/n, why-“

You practically run out the door before Greg can even say your name. He stands by his desk, staring intently at the ground where you just stood. “Hm,” he hums. He sighs and thinks about what to say to you next.

The next three days consist of House trying and failing to speak to you. To his own surprise, you have completely stopped talking about personal matters with him and have withdrawn any of your own opinions except for facts having to do with the patient.

House had just finished off another bottle of pills when Foreman barged into the room. “What did you say?”

House blinks. “Uhh… to who? Where? When?”

“To y/n, House. What did you say to y/n?”

“I told her that I needed her to go to the winter gala with me,” House answered truthfully. “Why? Has she said anything to you?”

Foreman flops down in the chair facing House. “Do you like her?”

“Well, I hired her, didn’t I?”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it, House,” Foreman snaps. “Answer me. Do you like her?”

A moment of silence fills the air. House thinks back to the first time he interacted with you- how confidently you completely the puzzle that certified doctor’s couldn’t figure out. How you had matched House’s wit on your very first day. How you- despite being babysat- had completed every test and blood swab and every challenge House had put in your way. How your face often spoke before you did, how House unconsciously searched for you in a crowd, how House looked for your input after almost anything is said, how House wants your company.

“No,” he answers. “Yes. Maybe. Why?”

Foreman looks at House like he’s stupid. “Because she likes you! How have you not figured that out?!”

“Uh, maybe because of the fact that she seemed to want to projectile vomit all over me and then sprinted out of the room? Sorry, I was too focused on the horror in her eyes to consider the fact that y/n really wants that enemies to lovers trope in real life,” House rambled.

“She thinks you’re gonna make a fool out of her, House, and I think you are too,” Foreman answers. He stares at House, searching for information he won’t get. “But… you’re less abrasive when she’s around.”

“You’re acting like she’s your precious little baby sister about to be wed to an evil ogre in the woods,” Greg mutters.

Nodding, Foreman quirked his eyebrows. “I feel like I am.”

House looks at Foreman for a long moment. “Why did you come here to tell me this?”

Eric heaves out a sigh heavy enough to know down an elephant. “Because she wants you to mean it. Y/n wants you to want her. To show her that you want her.”

“I see.”

Foreman nodded. “Don’t tell her I conversed with the enemy.”

Greg scoffed. “As if she’d voluntarily talk to me.”

Eric’s face turned sympathetic. “Just talk to her. Show her this isn’t some whim to- I don’t know, win a bet against Cuddy. Show her you feel the same.”

It was the day of the gala when House found you testing a patient’s blood. You whispered lyrics to a song Greg didn’t know as he stealthily approached you.

“Y/n.”

Your breath caught in your throat in a weird choking noise as you leapt back. “Christ, House!”

“Sorry,” House said with a very unapologetic tone. “I want to talk to you.”

“About what?” You ask plainly, looking through the low power lens of the microscope.

House leans on the table as you adjust the stage. “About… the dance. Tonight.”

You adjust the fine adjustment knob slowly, clicking your tongue unconciously. “What do you have to tell me?”

Greg looks around the lab awkwardly. He silently tried to encourage himself, mentally recalling the nights before, thinking about what to say to you. “I want to formally ask you to go to the gala with me.”

You stand at full height, facing him directly. House held his breath. He was so close to you, he thought he felt your breath on his face. “I don’t want to go. With you, Cameron, Chase, or Foreman. I don’t want to go.”

“Why?” House asked immediately.

You shake your head. “I’m-These things never go well for me House. Besides, you could just go with Cameron. I know she’s dying to go with you.”

House watches you watch him. “I don’t want to go to Cameron. I want to go with you,” he admits lowly.

“And why do you want to go with me?”

House pauses to see your eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips- so fast that he almost didn’t notice. “Because I don’t like her the way I like you.’’

You swallow. “How do you like me, House?”

“Like this,” he tells you before dropping his cane and grabbing your waist. Hearing no complaints from you, Greg pulls you close to him and brings his face close to yours. At this point, House swears his vision is blurred by how fast his heart his pumping. House’s hold on your waist is possessive, protective. He hesitates, hoping you won’t reject him now.

You- thankfully- understand the words House is trying to tell you through his eyes. You carefully let your hand cup the nape of House’s neck and pull his lips down to yours. A breathless moan escapes your lips as Greg pulls you flush against him.

House’s head- for once- is silent. And his leg doesn’t seem to hurt quite so bad with your hands on his body: feeling him like he’s only dreamt about before.

And then- when you do pull back- House keeps his grip on your waist as he looks you in the eyes. “I want to go to the gala with you. If you don’t have a dress, then we can just go home.”

Your flushed lips pull into a dazed smile. “How much cleavage do you want to see?”

House groans and lets his head fall back as his eyes close. “As long as I can take it off tonight and any other day I don’t care.”

“Is that- Are you- Are you hinting at commitment? Who are you and what have you done with Gregory House?”

House guffaws sarcastically. “Careful, there. I could get you fired.”

You just laugh. “Yeah, and have the others bicker like siblings and let patients almost die thrice before diagnosing them? I don’t think so.”

“You know, you have a pretty big ego for someone who hasn’t worked here for a full year, yet,” House chides.

Scoffing, you attempt to return to the blood you were looking at before House interrupted you. “First of all, you would know about egos. Second of all, I’m good. Cuddy has spoken to me… about other positions,” you tell him vaguely.

House is taken so off guard, his arms go limp. “What?”

“Nothing I accepted,” you answer, turning back to the microscope.

House just hums. “Good.”

You murmur a quiet ‘good’ in reply. “I know how to cure this guy,” you breathe quietly. With a growing smile, you take the slide off the stage and turn off the microscope before discarding the bio-waste.

House struggled to keep up with how fast you were walking, but your kiss had definitely left him chasing you- literally and figuratively.

[hopeastrz]

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒💋💄👠

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭!, 𝐢𝐦 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 -𝐝𝐮𝐡!-

11𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 from my opinion is a fame indicator, aside from wealth i think it gives you such a grace that makes people fascinated by you. SZA has her venus in 11th house, Thewizardliz has her venus in the 11th house too!, madonna, lady gaga, heath ledger, if you noticed most of them are really loved.

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬 are the mothers of their own mother and it’s really heartbreaking sometimes, they are extremely responsible from a young age and they faced an extremely hard childhood, i just really wanna hug them!!.

+ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 might indicate daddy issues.

Money plays a big role for 2𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬 individuals. Even if they don’t care about it and think its superficial, it’s just the main theme of their lives + they are really lucky in money matters too, in my opinion it’s a love—hate relationship between them and money!.

On the other hand 2𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 are such a spoiled baby girls omg!!!. My sister has this placement and she’s always gifted expensive things on daily basis from her colleagues or literally random people, chocolates, jewelry, expensive bags… nope who said im jealous.

I don’t really remember where I’ve read this information, but i can confirm that 2,14, 26 𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 are indeed lucky degrees. Even if you have one, your the embodiment of lucky girl syndrome and grace.

Lots of people say that scorpio placements are revengeful and i kinda agree as a scorpio venus girlie, but trust me bro 𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 aren’t mentioned enough with us in this topic too, they are so vengeful.. it’s almost scary, frightening. The difference between them and us is that scorpios will hate you and show you they hate you, we don’t sugarcoat shit darling, but the other two? Oh they know how to destroy you kindly.

𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬 know how to use their power and fame, they are going to tarnish what makes you unique and what you like in other people eyes so that they’ll hate it and hate you with it. I’ve seen it with my own eyes oml, one of my friends said that she adored this anime show once, and her nemesis which is a leo moon kept hating on it until everyone literally did the same. They know how to manage their crowds.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 4𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 is really, really exhausting, not only it gives you extreme family issues, you’ll feel that you have no freedom, so maybe during this transit your going to try breaking free from your family house, but unfortunately you might not succeed. I know that some people are thinking about it now, but darlings let me tell you that you’ll have to clear some family roots knots first, before you claim your desire once the transit is over, and some of these knots are: running away from your roots obvi, issues with your mommy, being delusional and living in constant denial about your home!.

[brujaluas]

What would it be like if you had immersed in a fiction story with your love?

PILE 1

something related to royalty, something like a person who has a high social level at the time falling in love and wanting to cultivate a relationship with a person a little lower down, not necessarily a commoner/commoner, it would be like a king or queen falling in love with a budding knight or a princess (it could even be a queen or another king) but the place they rule is not as well-known and prosperous as the other. a similar energy but at the same time different, it's difficult to explain, but it's as if they were two people with the same opinion but they express themselves in different ways, I see similar personality, both with high walls around them, a love that can have faced many obstacles. but I also see... it's a film that the charming and eternal Heath Ledger made, I believe that many could see this film, as they think that this work is the closest in being portrayed to what their relationship would be like in a fictional couple. The film is called: A Knight's Tale.

PILE 2

Right away, I feel the energy of pride and prejudice and the works of Jane Austen, a person, more specifically a man, being similar to Darcy at the beginning of the film, judgmental, imposing and perhaps even unintentionally, possessing an air of finding himself better or superior to the others in certain things in life, a film that reminds me a lot that it also starred the perfect and beloved Keira Knightley called Atonement, I see the feminine side seeking more empathy from the world and the people around them, even though they are dreamer, she is not afraid to raise her voice and defend some attitude or action that she thinks is right, just like the main characters in the two works I mentioned, I believe that for the end of this story to be happy, both of them would have to find a way to balance their things, the strong personalities they have, and the differences in life.

PILE 3

just look! Unlike the other piles, this one has strong female representation, and could even be a sapphic couple. the protagonist is a queen or a woman who has power in society in some way where everyone fears and respects her, and could even be a witch, an intelligent woman, an elder, it reminds me a lot of a fantasy film called The Secret Of Moonacre where the man he is completely enchanted by the woman he loves, there is a lot of magic in this pile, something mystical even, and for women who love women it would be like the movie “the handmaiden”, where one of the women has power and authority over the others and the other woman too She has a great chance of becoming a respectable woman, but she still needs to follow a path, she is young and can be childish, hasty and immature.

[cierraonline]

His Legacy, My Legacy

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February 22, 2009

 The 81st Academy Awards  

The night of the 81st Academy Awards, or informally known as The Oscars, is more than just glitz and glamour. It’s a moment that reflects the years of hard work, passion, and dreams of writers, directors, actors, and actresses—all of which are graded in front of the entire world, broadcast live on television. The air is thick with anticipation as the crowd sits, waiting for their name or movie title to be called. They stand ready to walk onto that stage, dressed in wardrobes worth thousands—or even millions of dollars—but paid for by the power of their name. Then comes the moment they hold that heavy trophy in their hands, ready to give a speech, expressing their joy, gratitude, and how they couldn’t have done it without the people who supported them. They tell the audience at home to never give up on their dreams, a reminder of the belief and perseverance that got them there in the first place.

But for Starfire Ledger, the night of the 81st Academy Awards represented something far different. In her eyes, it was the last time her father, Heath Ledger's name, would ever be spoken. After that, his legacy, his work, would fade into memory, forgotten by the world. At just five years old, she felt the crushing weight of being truly alone, with no family left to call her own. Starfire had lost her mother at birth, only cradled in her arms for a fleeting ten seconds, and now her father was gone too—taken by his own hand, leaving her to watch him deteriorate in front of her, his descent tied to a single, unforgettable role. 

There was an opportunity for Starfire to find solace in the arms of those who loved her—her father’s girlfriend, Michelle Williams, and her little sister, Matilda. But that chance was blocked by her grandparents, who deemed Michelle unfit to be part of their precious grandchild's life. Yet, their rejection didn’t mean they wanted to take Starfire back to Australia with them. Instead, it was decided by the maternal force of the Ledger family that Starfire would remain in America with her father’s manager, Brian O'Conner. This decision devastated the young girl, who longed to stay with the only maternal figure she had ever known, even if their time together had been all too brief.

“In a year of striking film images, perhaps the most unforgettable was that of a man with his face smeared in clown makeup, lethally sticking his head out of a speeding car, relishing the night wind and reveling in the chaos he had unleashed on the streets of Gotham City—menacing, mercurial, droll, and diabolical. Heath Ledger, as the Joker in The Dark Knight, kept us all on edge, anxious to see what act of appalling mischief he might commit next. With this preview of performance, as well as with a wide range of other roles to which he put his unique signature, Heath Ledger has left us an original and enduring legacy.” The audience clap their hands in sorrow, but the five year old could feel the piercing of the eyes that automatically turned to her. 

“And the Oscar goes to… Heath Ledger in The Dark Knight,” the room erupts into cheers. “Accepting this award on behalf of Heath Ledger are his father Kim Ledger, his mother Sally Bell, his sister Kate Ledger, and his daughter Starfire Ledger.” The family stands, holding hands, as they revel in their lost one’s victory.

“First of all, I have to say this is ever so humbling, just being amongst such wonderful people in such a wonderful industry,” the patriarch of the family speaks into the microphone, his voice steady as Kate gently hands Starfire the trophy. “As his father, I know him well, but there is one person in this room who knows Heath more than I did and should be giving this speech on his behalf... His daughter.” The older man steps aside, softly guiding his white-haired, tinted brown-skinned granddaughter to the podium.

“H-hi,” Starfire speaks into the microphone, testing the energy before she continues. Some in the crowd glance at each other, unsure of what to expect from a five-year-old speaking. “I’m Starfire Ledger, daughter of Heath Ledger. And I promise I speak well for a five-year-old… and that my hair is naturally this paper-white color.” The crowd laughs, and the tension in the girl begins to loosen. 

“I don’t really have anything to say, but more so a request… A request to not forget who my dad was… and his dedication to film. I’m still here, and I would like to know that in the future my dad’s name will still be present when the discussion is about method acting or even who played the best Joker. I read in ‘Vogue’ that people tend to forget or talk less about a passed one because life moves on. Don’t let his legacy be a thing of the past, because I would like to remember the person that made me one of the greatest when I’m sitting in where you’re at, waiting for my name to be called. Thank you.” 

The five-year-old steps back from the microphone as every person in the audience stands up to applaud, not just for her words, but for her bravery in speaking them.

After the Awards

Starfire fought to stay awake, her body yearning for sleep, but she held tightly onto her grandmother’s hand as the family stood together, receiving the congratulations and sorrowful words of others. It felt almost like a return to the previous year when they stood by her father’s tombstone, Starfire gripping the vase containing his ashes, waiting for her grandparents to say the words that signaled it was time to go home. Home, meaning her father’s house, and her father, who was no longer there.

“Mr. Ledger,” a loose British accent, broke through the murmurs around them. Starfire glanced over to see a man standing before her family’s patriarch. “I’m Christopher Nolan, one of the producers of The Dark Knight,” he said, offering his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” her father replied with a faint smile. “I wish it were under better circumstances.”

“Well, it could be,” Nolan continued, looking directly at Starfire, who was watching them closely, her ears struggling to catch the conversation over the noise of the award show. “During the filming of The Dark Knight, Heath and I were also working on a spin-off... We were both looking for a main lead but didn’t find one before his passing.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Mr. Nolan,” Sally Bell added, her expression one of quiet sorrow, knowing her son’s work was likely lost to the world after the project was scrapped.

“Will Heath’s last piece of work be scrapped?” Kim, Starfire’s grandfather, asked.

“N-no,” Nolan hesitated. “He finished his main scenes. Anything else that is needed can be covered by a stunt double.” He shook his head. 

“Oh, that’s a relief,” the family sighed in unison, their unspoken gratitude palpable.

“As this might be Heath’s final project, I want to make it memorable,” Nolan said, his voice softening. “With the help of Ms. Starfire…”

“Starfire!?” The adults stared in shock, their eyes widening at Nolan’s words.

Starfire looked up at the man, confused. Mr. Nolan took a small step away from the patriarch and knelt down in front of the young girl.

“Starfire,” he said gently. “How would you like to be a part of the last piece of your father’s legacy?”

The young girl hesitated, glancing over at her grandparents. They looked hesitant too but could see the opportunity that might fill the emptiness Starfire had carried since her father's death—or at least give her a distraction from her grief.

“It’s up to you, Storm,” her grandfather nodded.

“We want you to do whatever will make you happy, Snowy,” her grandmother added, giving her hand a comforting squeeze.

“What’s the movie called?” Starfire finally asked, looking back at Nolan.

“Joker’s Menace,” Nolan revealed. “It’s about Joker’s daughter carrying on her father’s explosive legacy.”

“I’ll do it,” Starfire said with determination. “But I want to keep my hair… and I want to wear all-white eye contacts.”

Christopher Nolan grinned, clearly impressed by her decisiveness. “I’ll send Brian the script tomorrow morning then.” He held out his hand, and the young girl eagerly shook it.

“You’re going to be a movie star, Snowy,” Kate, Starfire’s aunt, said with pride, bending down to her niece’s level. “And mark my words—you’ll be back on this stage one day, accepting your very own Oscar.”

“Really?” Starfire asked, her eyes wide with excitement.

“Yeah! We’re going dress shopping for your customized ball gown!” Kate spun Starfire around, causing her to burst into laughter.

Although they were joking, little did they know, Kate’s prediction would come true two years later. Joker’s Menace, the story about the passing of the Joker and the hidden legacy of his daughter, Menace White, took the world by storm. Menace, a white-haired girl with blank white eyes and a brilliant, scheming mind, sought to avenge her father’s death by targeting the rich who had mocked him—and all under the nose of Bruce Wayne, aka Batman.

Joker’s Menace

The Legacy of Chaos Continues 

Starring Starfire Ledger and Christian Bale

The summer of 2009 saw the release of Joker’s Menace, a cinematic masterpiece that transported audiences back to the emotional depths of The Dark Knight—only amplified tenfold. From the moment the first trailer was unveiled, showcasing Starfire Ledger as Menace White, the excitement was electric. Her raw, organic portrayal of the character, paired with the haunting legacy of her father, Heath Ledger, captivated the world.  

The film drew record-breaking crowds, with lines wrapping around theaters and a palpable energy that hadn’t been seen before. Fans agreed—Joker’s Menace was more than just a film. It was a heartfelt farewell to Heath Ledger and a dazzling introduction to Starfire Ledger as a rising star. 

"It's official: Joker's Menace is the blockbuster of the summer, surpassing The Dark Knight in both ratings and revenue! Get ready—Menace White is here and ready to avenge the Joker." – Fox News  

"People can’t stop talking about Joker’s Menace! The excitement is unreal, with lines stretching around the block. This film is the talk of the town, and it's no surprise that it’s already breaking records!" – E! Entertainment  

"Move over, The Dark Knight! Joker’s Menace has taken over the summer box office, shattering records and leaving audiences breathless!" – MSNBC  

"The buzz around Joker's Menace is at an all-time high. Fans are rushing to theaters, eager to witness the villainous chaos. It’s more than just a film—it’s an event!" – MTV  

"With ratings soaring past The Dark Knight, Joker’s Menace has redefined what it means to be a summer blockbuster. This film isn’t just successful—it’s history in the making!" – Sky News  

February 27, 2011

 The 83rd Academy Awards  

“Ladies and gentlemen, here is the last award for tonight,” Angelina Jolie announced, her voice cutting through the anticipation in the Dolby Theatre.  

“And the Oscar for Best Actress goes to…” Anne Hathaway leaned into the microphone, her smile wide as she glanced at the name. “Starfire Ledger, in Joker’s Menace!”  

The room erupted into a standing ovation. Seven-year-old Starfire Ledger, clad in a shimmering silver ball gown with a delicate bow at the back, looked utterly stunned. For the youngest nominee in history, even being mentioned alongside the industry’s best felt like a dream. Winning was beyond imagination.  

“You did it, Kiddo,” her manager, Brian, whispered as he helped her out of the aisle. The audience watched in awe as Starfire ascended the stage, her white hair glowing under the lights. She hugged Angelina Jolie and Anne Hathaway before stepping up to the podium, her Oscar in hand.  

“Hi,” she began, flashing a beaming smile. “I feel like I’ve been on this stage all night.” The audience laughed warmly, knowing Joker’s Menace had already swept five awards, all of which Christopher Nolan had allowed Starfire to accept on behalf of the team.  

“I want to thank everyone—everyone here and at home—for watching and making history with this film. It became the highest-earning movie of the decade, and I’m so proud to have been part of that journey,” Starfire said.  

“I want to thank Brian for stepping up as a father figure in my life, treating me like one of your own, and making sure I didn’t get lost in the darkness of the role or my grief,” she said, turning to her manager, tears glistening in her eyes.  

“And thank you, Christopher Nolan, for giving me this incredible opportunity. You reminded me that carrying on my father’s legacy also means building my own, in my own way. This award isn’t just for me—it’s for my dad. Thank you.”  

As the audience cheered and applauded, Starfire walked off the stage, her smile wide and her heart full, unknowingly beginning a legacy all her own.

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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 ❤️

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Movies you should watch °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

non-spoilery reccomendations, actors bolded, three movies incoming :>

Dead poets society (1989)

dark academia, coming of age, how I wish I was born a boy

Who is surprised that I'm mentioning this movie first? Not people who have seen my account. Especially if you watch House and like Wilson, Neil Perry (Robert Sean Leonard) is the main character and trust, you will fall in love with him and all of his friends. Who doesn't want to see Todd Anderson (Ethan Hawke), the new student, come out of his shell thanks to the new friends he found? And see young minds stir thanks to the new english teacher John Keating (Robin Williams)? There are many scenes which will make you laugh, cry, and scream.

My personal rating: 5/5⭐, all time favourite in my household

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Much ado about nothing (1993)

Shakespeare drama, romance, period piece

The two literary teachers I had in my life didn't agree on much, but one thing was certain, "You can read dramas, but it's always better to watch it." This, in my opinion, is the most important aspect if you want to enjoy any act. This play in particular is one of Shakespeare's comedy, centering around two couples, Benedick (Kenneth Baragh) and Beatrice (Emma Thompson), bickering, arguing, and on the other hand Claudio (Robert Sean Leonard) and Hero (Kate Beckinsale). But the stacked cast doesn't end there! There's also the prince, Don Pedro (Denzel Washington) and Don John (Keanu Reeves). Watch to see if Benedick and Beatrice ever stop arguing, if Claudio and Hero do end together, and how much can the angry Don John cause just to find revenge.

My personal rating: 5/5⭐

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Brokeback Mountain (2005)

neo-western, romance, lgbt+

It wouldn't be possible for me to do a movie reccomendation list without Brokeback mountain. The best way to watch movies is to know nothing about them, and this is true with this movie also. The monologue (you will know which one I mean), is never escaping my soul. The beautiful scenery, the main duo Ennis Del Mar (Heath Ledger) and Jack Twist (Jake Gyllenhaal), the women caught in it Alma (Michelle Williams) and Lureen (Anne Hathaway) and whatever happened on the mountain. While Much ado about nothing can be watched with any of your friends, I'd say this is a movie to watch alone or with someone you know you trust.

My personal rating: 5/5⭐ (Rewatched too many times)

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Wooing a dreamboat's grave in "Lisa Frankenstein"

Warning! Spoilers! If you’re my type of person, then you likely relate to a scene in ‘Lisa Frankenstein” where Lisa (Kathryn Newton) steps awkwardly into a party and immediately recoils in disinterest at its prospects: Normies, popular people, jocks, bad jokes and even worse conversation. Awash in a sea of coddled conformity and vanilla personalities, Lisa wants to disappear. And she does – via a drink spiked with PCP and its vile consequences. 

The scene is in stark contrast to an earlier one, which establishes Lisa as a romantic goth whose happy place is to sit beneath the handsome bust of an expired hottie’s grave and read poetry to it. Dead or not, Lisa is in deep with the dead. Her comfort zone isn’t with people. Hell, it’s not even amongst the living. All she needs is the fantasy of a cute guy – pulse be damned. For many teen girls, dead celebrities make for the perfect untainted crush: Kurt Cobain, Heath Ledger, Brittany Murphy, Tupac, River Phoenix, Elliott Smith Aaliyah, James Dean, Jeff Buckley, Anton Yelchin. For decades (hell, probably centuries), teen girls have been able to project their fantasies onto the pin-ups of the formerly living – the more tragic, the better. Dead celebrities can’t age, make gross missteps, or date someone you hate. As a result, they can never disappoint you or let you down. They simply remain beautiful and idealised – a butterfly pinned within a frame. “Lisa Frankenstein” takes this fantasy to the ideal next level. Lisa’s wooing of a corpse and her unbridled passion for him is so gigantic it’s almost a cosmic event. Sure, it’s the lightning bolt of a storm that wakes The Creature (Cole Sprouse). But to anybody who’s ever swooned so hard that their heart has felt big enough to swallow the whole universe, there’s an obvious truth: Lisa’s love was so electric that it woke the dead. 

Stories rarely allow women to not only fantasise in this way but to take the opportunity to make their fantasy flesh. There are countless stories about lonely, misunderstood, and horny men who see their most potent sexual and romantic dream babes conjured into a living, breathing fuck machine: “Weird Science”, “Ex Machina”... “Splice” (though, good grief, how I wish that last one didn’t go there). While other movies like “Poor Things” and “Frankenhooker” approach this tale from a perspective that pokes holes in such tropes and empowers the object of affection, such a story nonetheless persists. Outside of an episode of “Sabrina the Teenage Witch” where Sabrina uses a dubious ‘Man Dough’ recipe from her chronically single aunts to create a date for the dance, I’m stumped as to recall any others. (Since I know you’re intrigued, Sabrina adds too much enthusiasm into the mix, and a supremely cute but overly perky Brian Austin Green pops out of the oven like a young Nick Cage on “Wogan”. He’s no Harvey Kinkle, that’s for sure). In “Lisa Frankenstein”, our titular heroine very actively indulges her romantic and sexual feelings toward The Creature. Tongueless and speechless throughout the film, Sprouse’s character exists solely for Lisa’s gratification. As she helps rebuild and restore him to the living, she also restores herself. Previously, Lisa, too, had developed reactive mutism following the murder of her mother. But with The Creature, she confidently begins to get her voice back – even if she does use it to enthusiastically encourage the occasional cold-blooded murder (hey, nobody’s perfect). 

By the end, it’s just like my boy Nietsche says: She who fucks a monster might take care lest she become a monster. Except Lisa’s pretty okay with having the abyss gaze back into her. That abyss is her happy place, and that monster is her boo. This is the place where poetry becomes born into flesh and blood, creating the cutest boy she could have ever hoped to have sewn a severed penis onto. A place where love – even the mere fantasy of it – is all a person needs to sustain them. Pulse be damned.