Caeblan - Caeblan

unfortunately The Character has now lived rent free in my head for so long they can claim squatters' rights

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having a cat is so miraculous. this little guy wants to sleep in my bed with me and purr on my chest. it’s his favorite hobby. no one told him to do that he just Loves His Mommy

Born to make daily long posts about nuanced aspects of my favourite films and headcannons, forced to be too stupid to be coherent

if you think about it fight club is just hate sex

thinking of trying this new thing called saying a normal sentence

I want to see more art of him in The Jacket.

Even Marla's hair should be falling out

I need balding narrator. Balding Tyler. Balding everybody. They all need to be 'thinning' and narrator needs to be in deep denial and spiraling about it

The whole 'a part of me died with him' concept but literally. After Tyler dies the narrator had huge chunks of memory gone, and unable to remember anything from that period of time Tyler was around.

Narrator going on a plane weeks later, and seeing the fake pamphlets Project Mayhem planted and completely believing them, getting panicked and sweaty at the sight of them, not being able to sleep through the flight like he vaguely remembers being used to.

For months he feels like something has gone, like when you forget a word but he felt it about an entire portion of his life, it was just gone. He sees a woman at an insomniac support group and feels uneasy, like he saw her in a dream somehow. Running out of the room when she calls him 'Tyler', even though he used fake names all the time, and probably had used that one at least once before.

At bars the men call him 'Sir', and 'Mr Durden', and he doesn't understand why- maybe it's the suit, maybe these bruised and bloodied men respect his authority, even though he knew he had lost enough weight over months to just look like a child playing dress-up.

"You look like Chloe" a voice whispered in the back of his skull as he lookedat his nude body, it was a voice that certainly felt like his, but he had no clue anymore. He puts it all down to a lack of sleep. People do crazy things when they're tired enough, he tells himself daily as new oddities pop out.

One day, after considering himself healed enough from what he considers a mental breakdown, he attempts to go back to work, only to get a panicked look from the pretty young receptionist and security called. He doesn't know what happened, but he wasn't working there anymore.

And even the bus driver is calling him 'Sir'.

I need balding narrator. Balding Tyler. Balding everybody. They all need to be 'thinning' and narrator needs to be in deep denial and spiraling about it