The Narrator Has A Profound Sadness In His Eyes That Can Only Be Found In Eastern European Gay Porn

'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???

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

when the club is fighting or something

Aztro and Apandah being wholesome

Turtleforce 141 as requested over on twitter 🥰

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[photo of the character]

i love my this. the charactr

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charac te r. ... ... . .... #FUUUUCK. THE CHARACTER.

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DOES ANYBODY EVER THINK ABOUT .THE CHARACTER

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[1.5k word essay about the character] #but like idk maybe im wrong

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character i love youso badly.

^dash when someone is possessed by The Character core (this post is positive)

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

The man dresses like he just got home from school I cant take it

Fight club did not work on me I got too attached to the narrator and dream of wearing ties and trousers

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