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i do think the narrator fits well to radiohead songs but i dont think hed listen to them. sorry

MILF (Man I Love Fightclub)

The American Psycho U2 concert chapter out of context:

Hate trans male stereotypes with all my heart, but very much love the distinct subset of us who are big into Fight Club. Because hell yeah. The Narrator is Literally Me Bro. In my head Fight Club is a story about dysphoria, the repressed masculinity and anger that comes with it, and unhealthy coping mechanisms. It's accidental trans cinema. Also I like men.

Me when I’m an IKEA obsessed twink who’s a little silly:

We were robbed of so many things in the fight club movie. Like the project mayhem rules included

And Narrator's cheek hole

narrator when angel face got his hair ruffled by tyler

yaoi attack incoming ⚠️⚠️⚠️

if you think about it fight club is just hate sex

I love that annoying vegetarian man who sings and plays his guitar

I wanna punch him in the face im so in love with him

You know despite my love for the name jack used by narrator in the movie, thematically speaking the book usage of joe for those tidbits about his body work better. Joe is the most generic male name you could have. It shows how replaceable he is. How he is just a body for your average worker. Your average Joe. If he died all he'd be is john doe. He is just a man going through the motions without an identity. Even with the most basic name in the world, he is still only the body and parts of joe. He is not a person.

the narrator has a profound sadness in his eyes that can only be found in eastern european gay porn

a pet peeve of mine is when people characterize the narrator as an innocent victim of tyler's plans.. like dude he was fully participating in project mayhem for a bit there. his biggest gripe was with the fact he wasn't "special" to tyler anymore and wasn't let in on the plans first. he's only snapped out of it when tyler is fully gone and bob ends up dead + marla's safety is put at risk. what you have to understand about him is he only let tyler seduce him into his ideology because he has a shaky moral compass to begin with. he literally starts the story by exploiting other people's terminal illness as a sleeping aid lmao he was already not a great guy tyler just made it Worse i think

Corporate World.

me on the fight club wiki: Jack Moore? uh yeah you dont have to tell me i was already planning on it 😝😝

the crowd goes wild, people are clapping, david fincher shakes my hand luigi is freed

I find Narrator's butthole cheek in the book so funny. Why are you so familiar with how a butthole looks like. Why is it always the first adjective that comes to your mind. Crazy ass. Gayass.

the narrator doesnt get abused enough in the movie for my liking

Thinking about Angel Face sneaking out late at night when his parents are fast asleep. Maybe they said goodnight to him, or even tucked him in, maybe they just ignored him. Ignored. That's how he felt, how he's felt for months, for his entire life, ever since he'd learned what being a man was. To be big, to be tough, to hit and be hit, to drink and watch TV and laugh and lust after women with men. But he wasn't a man, wasn't big or tough, or made from marble like he saw on the television set in his living room. He wasn't a man, was he?

He walked, walked through the night streets, past groups of grown men, drunk off of their asses, shoving against eachother, and not caring how disgusting it was to behave that way- those were men, that was a group of men, just like TV, just like everyone older than him at school. Big and tough and hairy.

Eventually, maybe he walked past a group of men, who were leaving some closed bar, some hoisting others up off the ground, holding them steady as they walked. But unlike the other groups, it wasn't because they were drunk. No, it was because they had been beaten, had hurt eachother, fought and won and lost and bruised and broken. It was real, not some movie, a real group of men, men just like he wanted to be. And, last in the group, a man stumbled out, dressed in a mismatched outfit, and colored sunglasses, dried blood crusted to his mouth and lips, ruining his shirt.

That was it. That's all that the boy had needed to see. Men, talking and laughing together, coming out of a bar after hurting eachother. He mapped out the final man permanently in his mind's eye, taking it all in, imagined himself beside him, just as beaten and ruined and somehow better than he was now. It was perfect.

He had to get a fake ID for next week, he thought to himself, had to be there, join in. He had to become a man, no matter what it did to him.

if i was immortal killing myself would be my hobby and like i truly believe it would fix something in me. i do

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'I'm a top" "I'm a bottom' okay??? I'm Jack's raging bile duct??? I'm Jack's cold sweat??? I'm Jack's complete lack of surprise??? I'm Jack's inflamed sense of rejection??? I'm Jack's smirking revenge??? I'm Jack's broken heart???

Fight club fic where after Narrator gets released from the mental hospital he robs every department store in Chicago, stealing the soap he and Tyler made together, going back to their Paper Street home and sitting naked in the same bathtub Tyler once sat in, filling it was scalding water and spending days scrubbing himself head to toe over and over with the soaps, until he's used them all up and his skin is dry and cracked and peeling. Then going into the basement, still damp from the bathtub and finding all their soap making equipment. Dumping all the lye out onto the kitchen table before laying on it and feeling it burn through his flesh as the only thing he thinks about is still Tyler. His blood making more lye stick and burn and sear through him. Then as he's dying he hears the door open and sees Tyler