#f fight club

[beerdrinker6000]

Girl fight club

[marlasbreastlump]

going back to my roots

[tylerstesticles]

drawing some fighting clubs.

[placebo-ambrosia]

narrator is the the two-headed calf in my mind

[mimisquids]

Shitty fem fight club sketches

[marlasbreastlump]

jealous little worm is such a good way to describe him. every time he gets within 100 ft of a gay bar he seethes in jealous hatred. when he gets home he has to order a rustic Norwegian wooden chair to calm down.

f narrator(bc i have to insert her in everything) is struck by desire so powerful whenever she sees a lesbian it makes her nauseous. she assumes what she feels is disgust and doesnt examine it further until tyler

What do you think narrator would do if he actually interacted with Visibly Queer people? Like a drag queen or something.

Visibility is an interesting question. I mean, I don't think he'd feel the same seeing a butch lesbian as he would a feminine gay man, or a guy in drag. I mean, most gay guys often just sort of don't notice lesbians, so I'd imagine he's the same. It's not like his office job would lend to many opportunities to see one roaming around. And now this may be Controversial but the narrator is a judgemental little fuck and I don't think he'd like drag actually. I think it'd hit his hate boner for performances and gauche consumption (regardless of blah blah blah).

Otoh if he walked by a gay bar and saw some dudes lined up fit to cruise I think he would be so infinitely sad and desperate and jealous it'd be off the charts. He wants the freedom to court male attention confidently and without shame and to see some guy doing that would make him such a jealous little worm. I don't think he'd be honest with himself at all about it so he'd just be insomnia staring at them and feeling bowel clenching rage for no particular reason as far as he's concerned. I don't think he'd be thinking in an overtly homophobic way/isn't outright hating on gay dudes for being gay it's more he'd just think its coincidence and it's not his fault the guys he wants to rip limb from limb a la angel face are all gay dudes who do numbers at the bath houses.

[oicuperp]

fight club if it was good

[carmenchainz]

losing all hope was freedom

[starxslvs]

[tylerstesticles]

literally so fucking good, flawless prose

pls more fem fight club... from one of ur biggest fans

It's after fight club, when we've slunk back to our den and Tyler has stuffed me full of factory farmed chicken. I must be wearing my concussion on my face with how crinkled kind her eyes are. She takes me by the hand, we go to the garden to lie shirtless in the blood and guts and hair and shit and stare up at smog.

We lie close, like identical twins. Nursed in the same shitwater house, pummeled into superficial similarities. I know, my face is so blown out by bruising. Hers is no better; you could think we were a mirror. I could be some fucked up funhouse paper jam insomnia copy of Tyler. It would be a success.

"What do you really know of success?" Tyler scoffs, reading my mind.

Tyler says, "You don't know shit."

I don't disagree. I let my hand dig through the soil and mud until I've found a worm. Gently, I let its bristles catch on my skin. It wants to flee.

"You're told, we have it better than ever," Tyler says, and I know she's gearing up for a sermon. "You're told, we can work, and we can divorce, and have our own bank accounts. You and I both know you'll be fought every step of the way, but you can have those things now, isn't that a success?"

She takes the worm from me. Guides it into the unpleasant shape of a knot. Tyler pinches the ends of the worm lightly, pulls. These little cruelties are normally enacted on me, and I'm enraptured.

"If I stop, if I stop crushing and tearing this thing to death, is that a success?" Tyler drops it on my chest, in the valley between my tits. I see the knot is tight enough, some of the worm's organs must be crushed. Annelid internal bleeding.

"Is that good?" Tyler says.

Tyler says, "If you look to our glorious leaders, you will be told you should be overjoyed with getting a restroom into the Senate and the opportunity for the elite women who are part of our oppressive machine to wear pants. You will be told you should look at six women out of a hundred demons as a success. All of this, successes. Dripfed progress."

The common woman, she gets sexual harassment and a portion of the dollar. She gets marital rape exceptions finally struck off the books only in writing. She gets the second shift. She still gets rape and too late abortions and status barely beyond property of her husband and mother of his children.

The worm squirms.

Tyler says, "The House of Representatives still has nothing. They say, we have to be careful, we have to carefully mind the important history of the building as we act so kindly as to accomodate the silly womenfolk. Nevermind the steady light above his head and the subway he uses to get around."

Tyler reaches over, hand brushing my skin as she traces the twitching knot with a finger.

"I say, forget history. Holding onto history gets you little old cabins converted to rental cottages on a huge, private botanical garden with one large porched mansion in the middle. It gets you beloved buildings where even the most privileged women have to walk a block to take a piss, while men enjoy their modern heating and plumbing. It gets you the boot upon your neck. The knot in your spine."

She holds her hands out, spread. Occluded moonlight filters through. Her fingers are streaks of true night.

"If I were a worm," Tyler says, "I wouldn't wait until these hands die to consume them."

She takes the worm back, patiently, slowly unknots it as it writhes. I wonder if it knows those hands are the same ones that tortured it. I wonder if it cares.

"We can't wait for this. We should not expect the hands tying knots all through to world to truly ever undo them."

Forget history. Forget successes. Tyler wants to dismantle the world. Tyler wants to render things so equal that the sins of the past can be forgotten.

"Let's blow up the US Capitol," Tyler says, voice thick as syrup.

[tboydog]

id: two stills from fight club, in the first one, tyler (brad pitt) and the narrator (edward norton) sit outside on the ground in the dark, tyler is drinking a beer and the narrator is holding a cigarette. text says: it doesn’t matter if you think you’re ready, i know you’re ready. in the second one, tyler wearing lab glasses holds narrators hand over a table covered in soap supplies. text says: so shut the fuck up and do what i say, fag. end id.

[pinky-in-blankets]

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《🌺 When he spotted her there that night in the crowd-

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[marlasbreastlump]

👊💣💥🧼👯‍♀️

[pigeonpalacade]

Never trust a girl who cuts all her hair off as soon as shit goes wrong

[quixoticornithologist]

[xx-crunchycavities-xx]

Merry fight club Christmas!!!!!