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the-dark-ghost · 3 days

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“I don’t like this place. Nothing grows in the right direction.”

True Detective (2014) dir. Cary Joji Fukunaga

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the-dark-ghost · 5 days

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Me on the phone with pookie bear.

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the-dark-ghost · 7 days

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I LOVE THIS!!!!!

#la haine #vinz #la haine 1995

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the-dark-ghost · 8 days

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In fact, I would read it, because I really like Angel Face (It has nothing to do with the actor) it's just that Harry from Requiem for a Dream and Angel Face from Fight Club are something like my Roman empires even though It's about Jared Leto's face.

I have written things for Angel on Ao3 and I admit, it is a bit difficult for people to read that kind of thing, but it is worth publishing, in the long run someone will appreciate it, like me, in this case, who just read your story of background for Angel (Caleb) and I loved it :D

If I wrote a Palahniuk-style fic about Fight Club from Angel's perspective would anyone read it

it would be a lot about his experiences and feelings before fight club (when he was just a high school student) and then during and shortly after.

I would just post it here on Tumblr, maybe as a pee dee eff or maybe copy-n-paste.

#angel face fight club #fight club #I don't hate Angel face... I don't understand why so many people do lol #PS: It's not important but in my fics I call him Michael xd... Caleb sounds much more original and beautiful

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the-dark-ghost · 8 days

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Xd

Narrator: so I was at fight club--

Angel Face: fightpilled clubmaxxer

Narrator:

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the-dark-ghost · 8 days

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If I wrote a Palahniuk-style fic about Fight Club from Angel's perspective would anyone read it

it would be a lot about his experiences and feelings before fight club (when he was just a high school student) and then during and shortly after.

I would just post it here on Tumblr, maybe as a pee dee eff or maybe copy-n-paste.

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the-dark-ghost · 8 days

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I love this!

Inflamed Sense of Rejection: Chapter One

~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note: This is that Angel Face backstory I was talking about. His name is Caleb Handover because I'm not going to call him Angel Face the whole time. There will be no "spice" because I type this on a school computer and honestly I want to expand my writing abilities. ~~~~~~~~~~~

This is a horrible way to start a journal, probably the most over-done and unintriguing sentence used to start a story, but my name is Caleb Handover. I’m 16 years old, and I live in Wilmington, Delaware. I go to Mt. Pleasant High School, class of 2001. That makes me a Junior.

It’s boring. Every single day is the same. The ducks pass over the sky when I’m walking to school, and it looked cool when I was nine, but nowadays it just feels like I’m watching someone drive to work.

Delaware duck schedule: 6 AM, wake up to the same alarm as everyone in the neighborhood. 7 AM, fly to the pond for breakfast and a bath. Pass by that blond kid again.

My hair was born white. People on the street asked my mom while she was pushing the stroller, why do you bleach your baby’s hair?

She never did.

First period is Advanced Placement Calculus. I’m thinking about ducks. Derivatives, ducks, hyperbolas, ducks, factorials, ducks, integrals…

My mom called my hair duck-fuzz.

I like math, but I only say that because high schoolers have to like something. If you say you don’t like any subjects in school, you sound like a wannabe-dropout loser. I’m 16 years old and taking AP Calculus. I don’t think I’m a wannabe anything, but I don’t think I’m genuine, either. I’ve already done the warmup question on the board. Find 34! It’s just a factorial. Does anyone see me?

“Caleb Handover?”

Only during attendance.

I raise my hand until my elbow is about six inches off of my table, parallel to the smooth, fake-wood surface. Not high enough to seem like a geek, but still giving effort.

Invisibility is a science.

“Here.”

There’s a pause. My hand stays in the air.

“Caleb Handover?” my teacher tilts his chin up and surveys the room, his pencil hovering over my name, ready to write truant.

“I said I’m here,” I said louder as I raised my hand higher. My pen balances between my peace-sign fingers. My teacher flicks his eyes to me, and his eyebrows soften. He adjusts his glasses. The sad taste of desperation lingered in my mouth after essentially begging to be accounted for.

“Oh, hello Caleb. Sorry I didn’t see you.” My teacher laughs dryly and clears his throat. “Serena Hofstadter?”

She has mono.

“Gordon Jacobs?”

That’s how Serena got mono.

For a moment I picture Serena and Gordon as Romeo and Juliet during the final act. Gordon drinks from a tall, crystal vial of mononucleosis extract and collapses. Serena, covered head-to-toe in orange spray tan and blonde highlights underneath her Shakespearean garb, discovers him on the floor and gives a tearful soliloquy before kissing him feverishly in an attempt to drink the mono from his lips. In the end, they’re both bedridden, and everyone knows.

In fair Delaware we lay our scene.

I don’t know why, but I’m angry at them. Serena and Gordon. My knuckles turn white as I grip my pen harder, gritting my teeth and thinking about my peers who go to parties to drink and kiss and do drugs. I didn’t even think parties were a real thing until I started listening to rich kids’ conversations.

“I got home so late last night…” quote from the boy wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

“I’m, like, so hungover.” quote from the girl wearing sunglasses indoors at 8:30 AM.

“Her house was so tacky.” quote from the girl whose locker is head-to-toe in sequins and leopard print, who uses perfume to cover the smell of anxiety pheromones.

I’m not jealous, and I’d rather have lifelong diarrhea than be in the same boat as these kids, but it would be nice to have a life.

It would be nice to be a part of something bigger than myself.

~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note: Please let me know what you think, and if I should keep writing this. It would be appreciated :)

#fight club #fight club 1999 #angel face #angel face fight club #💌

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the-dark-ghost · 8 days

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COLIN FARRELL as John Sugar

SUGAR Shibuya Crossing

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the-dark-ghost · 9 days

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the-dark-ghost · 9 days

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Rust Cohle + character tropes

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the-dark-ghost · 10 days

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its just the vibes

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the-dark-ghost · 11 days

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Sometimes I start thinking about the things where I think Ray and Rust go together, so to speak. You know, there has to be some excuse as to why I have this idea that they are a good ship.

Talking about it with someone once, he told me that maybe Ray and Rust would get along well if they lived together, because although maybe in terms of sex everything would be complicated (Because Ray seems to be almost always asexual because of drugs and Rust... well, not so much), the two of them might have a way to help each other.

They are both addicts trying to quit drugs. Maybe with each other's help they could try not to fall into their common spiral of depression and bad habits. It would be such an interesting thing to see.

My nonsense, but... anyway: