@wonderlandofone Rabbit Girls

Happy Easter by © Arno van Zon

Rabbit and Hare

🏹- For a talent they wish they had

"Better aim."

Madeline huffed annoyed.

"I don't want perfect aim but I'd like to be able to get close."

Exasperated Madeline threw her arms in the air.

"Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to throw a baseball and somehow get it behind you?! I am convinced some invisible fairy or witch has hexed my arms. That way everything lands the farthest away from my target! I just don't get it? Step one, look at target. Step two bend arm back. Step three throw. HOW DO I FAIL AT THAT! I swear I know how to throw! I get the concept, but why. Why am I so bad."

Lewis Carroll ― Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Lewis Carroll Facts #1

In a letter to a friend, Carroll described his own dancing technique as follows:

“As to dancing, my dear, I never dance unless I am allowed to do it in my own peculiar way. There is no use trying to describe it: it has to be seen to be believed. The last house I tried it in, the floor broke through. But then it was a poor sort of floor- the beams were only six inches thick, hardly worth calling beams at all: stone arches are sensible when any dancing of my peculiar kind is to be done. Did you ever see the Rhinoceros and the Hippopotamus at the Zoological Gardens, trying to dance a minuet together? It is a touching sight.”

Why Did You Do It? Codot as Batman and Mad Hatter

Ever since I heard how hard Roddy McDowall had to be pushed for this scene, I wanted to try it. I think I managed to capture the energy well enough. It was fun practise at any rate.

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A personal wonderland {Jervis Tetch}

Ungloved fingers twitched as they held a warm tea cup.  The skin on the small hands smooth and uncalloused, almost like a child’s. Though to presume such innocence would be a deadly mistake. The hands shaking from the opium in the owner’s system flushing out. Mindlessly bringing the cup to soft pink lips.  Drinking more out of a repeated habit than a actual need or want. Soft but sharp blue eyes wide and pin pricked.  Drugged and tiny pupils staring in a hazed madness. A soft catchy toon slipping from his throat…

The smell of tea filled the air, warmth thick like syrup.  Lace frills covered the table in a out of date elegance.  Decorative tea cups set ever so perfectly out along the table. Foot tapping music and hues of blue seemed to be a theme in this personal wonderland.  Tears stained the nicely folded napkins on the table below the man…

Ungloved fingers twitched as they held a cold tea cup.  The skin on  the small hands stained in blood, both his and others. Though to presume such morbid thoughts would be a ignorant mistake. The hands shaking from blood flushing out of the owners viens. Mindlessly smiling as he brought the tea to his painful grin, tea dribbling down his mouth.  Drinking it like a nervous tick of a cuckoo clock. Bloodshot blue eyes held in so much pain as tears poured out of the. The tiny pupils hiding the schizophrenics symptoms with the drug that laid inside him…

The smell of blood and desperation filled the air like deaths cloud.  Lace frills soaked in blood and tears. The table more of a scene of sadness then elegance. Smashed tea cups laid in every breath of the room.  The record skipped and was not fixed, being drowned out by this man’s personal wonderland…

“Thank you and come again!” Madeline was ecstatic, it had been quite a while since she had attended a party. Although she couldn’t help, but wonder if she should have asked for directions and time. Thinking about running to try to check him she then spotted an envelope on the counter. Snatching it up, she immediately opened it. ~ You Are Cordially Invited to the Mad Tea party ~ Located: Guildford Main Street, 1589 At: 6:00 p.m.

The invitation was short and to the point so she didn’t think much of it. Looking at the clock she eagerly awaited to get off work so she could go home and get ready. Time skip 5:03 p.m. Slipping on a pair of black flats, Madeline looked herself over in the mirror one last time to make sure everything matched (This was something she often struggled with). Luckily, the simple orange skirt and green shirt worked well together. Finally, she grabbed the invitation and began walking towards Guildford Main. Finally at 6:08 she arrived, smiling she nocked on the door.

Party Pastries

𝓣𝓱𝒆 𝓗𝓪𝓽𝓽𝒆𝓻 ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ 𝓪𝓬𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓻𝒆𝓭 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓽. ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴏɴ ʙᴇʜᴀʟғ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀ 𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓲𝓽, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀs sᴜᴄʜ ʜᴇ 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ 𝓛𝓐𝓣𝓔  ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴋ-ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ. 𝓔𝓢𝓟𝓔𝓒𝓘𝓐𝓛𝓛𝓨 𝔀𝓱𝒆𝓷 ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓽𝓻𝒆𝓪𝓽𝓼 ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ - ғᴏʀ ʜɪs ᴛᴇᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝒆𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝔂, ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢs!

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ 𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓰𝒆 ᴠᴀʀɪᴇᴛʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʜᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇ ʜɪs 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝒆 ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ-ᴛᴇsᴛ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ 𝓗𝓐𝓟𝓟𝓨 ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ 𝓱𝒆𝓻 ғᴀᴜʟᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴋᴇ 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝒆𝓼 ʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓫𝓪𝓰𝓼. sᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴀʀ 𝓻𝒆𝓼𝒆𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓬𝒆, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ 𝓗𝓐𝓡𝓓𝓛𝓨 ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ.

ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴋᴇ 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝒆𝓼 ʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴇs ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓜𝓐𝓢𝓚𝓔𝓓 𝓡𝓐𝓑𝓑𝓘𝓣𝓢 ʜᴇ ‘ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇᴅ’ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ ᴇʀʀᴀɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝒆, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴀɴᴅʟɪɴɢ 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓲𝒆𝓼 ᴡᴀs ʜᴀʀᴅʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏғ ᴊᴏʙ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɪʀʀɪᴛᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ 𝓖𝓤𝓔𝓢𝓣𝓢 ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴅᴏ sᴜᴄʜ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ғᴀᴠᴏʀs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ 𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓣. ᴀɴᴅ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴀs ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪs 𝓦𝓸𝓷𝓭𝒆𝓻𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭, ᴛᴏᴏ!

ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪs 𝒇𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝒆 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓹𝒆, ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓢𝓐𝓜𝓔 𝓖𝓘𝓡𝓛 ʀᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ 𝓖𝓘𝓡𝓛 ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɢʀᴏᴡɴ sᴏ ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʜɪs 𝓹𝓻𝒆𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 ᴠɪsɪᴛs! ᴏʜ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴏ 𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓓 ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ, ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ sʜᴇ 𝓻𝒆𝓪𝓵𝓲𝔃𝒆𝓭 ɪᴛ ᴏʀ 𝓝𝓞𝓣. ʜɪs ᴘᴀsᴛʀɪᴇs ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡᴇʀᴇ 𝓢𝓣𝓘𝓛𝓛 sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴏxᴇs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴᴇ 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓣𝓘𝓜𝓔 ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ! sᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ sᴜᴄʜ 𝓖𝓔𝓢𝓣𝓤𝓡𝓔𝓢, ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ 𝓘𝓝𝓥𝓘𝓣𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝 ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ?

ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝒆, ʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ - ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜɪs 𝓹𝓪𝔂𝓶𝒆𝓷𝓽 ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴛɪᴘ 𝓗𝓔𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓔𝓡 ᴛʜᴀɴ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴ 𝒆𝓷𝓿𝒆𝓵𝓸𝓹𝒆.

❝   W𝘩𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟, I 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛! M𝑦 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑎 𝑠𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙. I 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 I 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠. I𝑡'𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡, 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠..?  ❞

@themarchinghare

Day 2

Like most people my favorite and first version is the Batman the animated series. I’d say the reason why this one is my favorite is because you can see where Tetch is coming from. It’s not easy to talk to people especially when you like the person. At the same however you can’t root for him, his actions are far too deplorable (and actually diverse not just “kipnap ol’ Alice”).

I guess I also relate to his want for people to be happy, feeling like you have to give this person a happy ending in order to get your own. To add, I truly would LOVE to live in a fantasy would, I remember one night were a almost cried with how badly I wanted to escape reality.

This version of Tetch will probably always be my favorite for both personal and more general reasons.

2: would be @waiting4codot version 3: @askarkham (look at the guy) 4: Arkham games (idk I just kind of like it) 5: Joker’s asylum

Riddler: Tell me a secret.

Scarecrow: One time Tetch, who's all about not killing animals, accidentally stepped on a ladybug. He froze up and slowly cradled it in his hand, and he was so heartbroken she started quoting Hamlet.

Scarecrow: I didn't have the heart to tell him that it was a red M&M.