'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???
Born to make daily long posts about nuanced aspects of my favourite films and headcannons, forced to be too stupid to be coherent
Fight Clubs your Stobotnik
they call me the guy whos afraid of everything because. what was that. whos there
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.
There's something so sexual about the back of a cross stitch piece. Like seeing all of its insides is just too intimate. Put some clothes on.
this is absolutely not that deep but it drives me crazy how there is like 7127727272 various and deeply thought analysis of mike but everyone says the same repetitive and boring takes about Scott
"they're the same person" "they're different people"
They are a result of mitosis 🦠
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
yaoi attack incoming ⚠️⚠️⚠️