Combining a dull terrorism investigation with leaden comedy, faux spirituality and an ill-advised honky-tonk dance sequence, Monday’s fifth episode of “The X-Files” reboot is arguably one of the most misguided entries in the series’ history. Not since Kathy Griffin guest-starred in the notoriously unfunny seventh season episode “Fight Club” has the show missed the mark this far in terms of tone and style.
“The X-Files” Episode 5 Recap: Babylon Falls, Variety
Request: Could you write one in a college setting where the reader is really
insecure and Derek is this new popular guy in college and he instantly
falls in love with the reader? I’m rambling but you could develop itt.
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Author’s note: It’s finally here!! Now I got the time to finish it up and add the final touches to it, haha. (I got a tad emotional at the ending, though – I blame the music I was listening to while typing it up.) I hope this is what You wanted to read when you sent in this request for me and I didn’t let you down with this fic! I tried really hard to give you what you need, darling, and now I’m just so insecure and nervous what you will say! Love you, and remember, you are beautiful and a truly fascinating person. ❤
standing awkwardly next to the wall with a cup in hand. I hate
parties, for they being too loud, buzzing and chaotic for my taste.
Also, I don’t know anyone, but this is the beginning of the first
semester, and my friend told me she’d be here. I look around to
search for Allison in the crowd, but I can’t see her anywhere –
what if she’s not here at all?
glance back at the group of boys chatting near me, only to notice
that someone else has joined them – tall, tanned skin, dark hair,
gorgeous smile, mesmerizing eyes, beer in hand and black leather
jacket gleaming in the colourful lights roaming all around.
nearly choke on air as soon as my eyes land on him. I immediately
avert my gaze and look down at the ground, shy. I can feel my cheeks
heating up and heart switching to an erratic rhythm, beating away
wildly in my gullet.
I hear one of them say, “Remember the explosion scene, though? A
self-igniting Molotov Cocktail is bullshit.” I bite my lip,
contemplating whether I should point out his mistake or not. Damn it,
I hate it when someone believes a hoax!
I know it, I realize I’ve already approached them and I’m
talking, earning all their attention.
Molotov Cocktail exists.”
conversation dies out at my comment, and I’m sure that by now the
tips of my ears have gone red, too.
“How do you know?” asks one of them. When I glance up from behind my
lashes, I notice that
staring at me. Oh God, I’m sure he’s thinking something similar
to, ‘What the Hell did this little girl think when she came to us?’
I stutter, fingers involuntarily flexing around the plastic cup. “I’m
a Chemistry major.”
comes from another guy. His voice sounds mocking, disbelieving. He
points at me, moving his drink along. “You look like a Liter –”
do you make one? A self-igniting Molotov Cocktail, I mean,” asks
suddenly a deep voice. When my head perks up to see who spoke to me,
I notice pale green eyes boring into mine intensely.
I start. I have to swallow in order to get rid of the lump in my
throat. “You need sulphur, potassium, and sugar.”
my ass,” calls out one of them, but the green eyed guy chides him,
“I’m pretty sure she’s more of an expert in Chemistry than you
it’s –” I hedge, but he interrupts me.
I ask you something else?” he asks. I shrug and answer in a small
some reason, a grin appears on his face that could even put the
Cheshire Cat to shame. “Is it true that explosives can be made out
don’t even have to think about that one. I nod, “Yes.”
Fight Club was actually true?” asks the one who was sceptical of
self-igniting Molotov Cocktails.
so Durden was
a genius after all! Holy fucking shit,”
exclaims the second.
I ask, confused. How is fighting in any way related to soap?
you not seen Fight Club?” asks the one in leather jacket. I shake
my head. “It’s on, then; you’re watching it with me.”
man,” mocks his friend playfully. “Girl’s a total nerd, and
there’s Patricia from the cheerleaders who’s completely gone on
you. Check something out with her, not,” he looks at me. “her.”
shoves his friend away, only partially playfully, for his comment on
me, then I turn and walk away with a tiny smile playing at the corner
of my mouth. I know this is fake – he’s just acting
nice. And I know I will not see him ever again, not even for his
offer for watching the film together.
that’s all right – we are way out of each others’ leagues
the party, I haven’t seen her, and it has nearly been a week. Today
is a Friday, and I can’t seem to get her out of my mind, not even
with everything I have to study. It’s already past six, but I still
have classes. The next lecture I’m going to is something I chose to
take out of mere curiosity – it has nothing to do with my major.
I enter the lecture hall, I see that it’s mostly empty, save for a
handful of people sitting haphazardly here and there. I proceed to
take a seat somewhere in the middle, but then I notice a familiar
shape in the back. I squint a bit to be able to make out her face
better, to make sure that this is really her
– as soon as I realize that it’s not just my imagination making
me see things I want, I take off towards her without further
doesn’t notice me until I’m directly next to her, dropping down
on the seat on her right. She turns her face to look at whoever
joined her, only for her expression to morph into one of genuine
she starts, awed. “From the party?”
grin at her as I greet her, “Hey.” I hold my hand out for her to
shake. “I never got the chance to introduce myself. I’m Derek.”
accepts my hand a tad warily, hardly squeezing it back. “(Y/N).”
you open for that film?” I ask, ducking my head a little to be able
to maintain eye contact with her – she’s a lot shier than anyone
I have ever met, but for some reason this just makes me think she’s
more adorable than anything else. “You disappeared from the party
pretty fast. I couldn’t find you anywhere.”
perks up at my confession – maybe she didn’t expect I would be
searching for her?
looked for me?” she asks. I smile at her gently as I nod.
course. I wanted to talk to you some more, but you vanished.” Her
cheeks go red, waking the urge in me to kiss that rosy colour. “I
want to hear more of Durden’s chemistry from you.”
Apparently she couldn’t help the smile that blossoms to her face.
“No one has ever been so invested in what I have to say about these
come? It’s more interesting than celebrity gossip,” I point out
honestly. She shrugs.
just don’t find sciences as fascinating as I do, I guess.”
an implied hint that your curiosity branches from chemistry to other
fields, too?” I ask playfully, making her giggle softly.
What else do you read about?”
core science, such as astrophysics, quantum physics, human anatomy
and organic chemistry. They are my favourite,” she says. I can’t
hide my amusement. This girl is freaking incredible,
why is she so shy then? If she had just a tad more aggression in her,
she could be like a carnivore, what with her gargantuan knowledge
about the world. She has everything to literally just shatter other
people’s self-esteem in two sentences, yet she’s so humble she
wouldn’t even think
about doing such a thing. Warmness starts spreading in my chest at
don’t think anyone has ever gained my respect in as short a while
this,” I nod towards the rest of the lecture hall that’s
ahead of us. “Is just an additional bonus to your knowledge? Or why
did you choose to take graphology lessons?”
hums thoughtfully before answering, “I have this drive in me to
accumulate knowledge about anything. I’ve been interested in many
things ever since I was a child.”
you tell me an interesting fact?”
what?” she asks, a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth,
eyes sparkling now as she locks gazes with me. For a second, my
breath hitches in my throat and I find myself staring back into her
amazing eyes, my mouth open a little bit. I click it shut.
What’s the first thing that comes to your mind?”
chuckles, her voice like velvet smoothing over my nerves. “A lot of
things have come crashing in, but…” she looks to the side,
contemplating which one to share with me. As her tongue darts out to
wet her lips, I involuntarily glance down. “Okay, how about this
one; if you hit someone hard enough on their neck somewhere around
here,” she says, tapping said spot with two of her fingertips,
“they will automatically die of a heart attack.”
The artery is closed, or what?” I ask, puzzled. I can’t think of
another reasonable explanation, but she shakes her head.
X. cranial nerve, also known as the nervus
is connected directly to your aorta and heart. If it endures strong
trauma, it will instantly stop the heart.” The only thing I can do
is blink in surprise and ask myself why people would find this girl
boring? She’s the most intriguing person I’ve ever met. “This
is also the reason why girls start sneezing while tweezing their
eyebrows, or why one could stop their hiccup by rubbing the area
between their eyebrows.”
definitely trying that the next time I start hiccuping,” I respond,
earning a modest giggle from her. The sound lifts my spirits, and all
I know is that I just want to chase that out of her more, to hear it
as many times as possible. I don’t want to see this girl sad and
unsure of herself ever again – I want her to know what she’s
worth. If anyone, she should definitely be confident, because she has
a real reason to be.
about to say something else, but the professor enters the hall and
the lecture begins. On their own accord, my eyes inevitably travel
over to (Y/N)’s notes whenever the professor shares a new
information about what handwriting can give away about a person’s
character. I find myself wanting to solve her personality to
understand someone with such a beautiful mind.
o O o .
the class ends, we both pack our things and leave together. I want to
take her hand in mine to show everyone we’re together, to show that
I have such a wonderful person as a parter – I want to be with this
me to give you a ride home?” I ask, fingers flexing around the
strap of my backpack nervously. I need to stay close to her to
protect her, for I feel like she’s too kind and it makes her
fragile against the world. “Or watch Fight Club with me tonight?”
bites her lip while thinking about my offer. We leave the institute,
darkness enveloping us. The outline of her shape is glowing as it’s
enlightened from the back by the lamps in the university. She almost
looks like an angel.
she says in the end, making me grin like a little kid who’s been
given candy. I nod towards the car park.
way, then,” I say, leading her over to my Camaro. I open the
passenger door for her, “Ma’am,” I smile at her, which she
reciprocates with one of her own, chuckling at my playfulness.
hop in on the other side, and start driving to my flat. There, I let
us in and instruct her to the living-room. For the time being, I
prepare some snacks and drinks for us in the kitchen before joining
her on the couch. I set everything down on the coffee table and start
the film. During the opening score, I smile at her cheekily, “You
can tell me everything about the chemistry of Fight Club. I wonder if
they got it right.”
she nods, the corners of her mouth curling upwards.
the scene starts where Tyler makes the soaps, I look over at (Y/N),
who’s just watching the screen without a word. However, when Tyler
says that the upper layer of glycerine is to be skimmed, she snorts.
I ask. She shakes her head.
just ruined the bomb,” she says. “Glycerine needs to be left or
even mixed with the solution. Then you add nitric acid to form
nitroglycerine. But the twist is that the glycerine must be added to
the cold nitric acid and sulfuric acid of the similar temperature. As
for what Tyler did, if he did that in reality, the entire place would
be burnt down by now because he added the nitric acid and the
sulfuric acid to the glycerine tallowed from the mixture. This
results in explosion due to overheating, which is, understandably,
undesirable for explosives.
to Tyler, after adding sodium nitrate and sawdust, the dynamite is
ready – but in reality, while the sodium nitrate part is correct,
sawdust isn’t used in dynamite making. Instead, kieselguhr, also
known as diatomite, is added to stabilize the compound and prevent
is insane,” I blurt, awed. (Y/N) chuckles.
just basic chemistry,” she hedges.
for me,” I protest, but proceed to keep watching the film.
later, when Tyler wets his lips, (Y/N) asks, “Is he going to burn
the other guy’s hand?” I look at her in confusion, not even
bothered to hit the pause button.
did you know?”
she starts, only to be interrupted by the painful shout coming from
Norton’s character as Tyler pours the lye on his hand. “They’re
using sodium hydroxide in the process, and it was to be expected in
this film; one of the main concept the plot revolves around is pain
the lye burn if someone poured it on their dry skin?”
Sodium hydroxide dissolved in water will cause a chemical
burn,” she nods towards the screen where Jack is writhing in pain.
“That’s why Tyler said, ‘You can run water over it and make it
worse, or use vinegar to neutralize the burn.’ There is no such
thing as ‘dry’ sodium hydroxide. It will pick up water from the
air and form a solution eventually.”
I start, eyebrows furrowing. “That would mean if people start
sweating due to the pain, it would –”
it would get worse and worse,” she nods, then smiles at me. “I’m
glad you were able to keep track of my thread.”
chuckle, “Others can’t catch up to you?” She shakes her head.
“No wonder why.”
cocks her head to the side like a curious cat, “Why?”
extremely smart,” I explain. “It’s safe to say that other
people are way below your level, so don’t expect them to be able to
follow you word by word when you’re beyond them by thousands of
blushes at my words, making me smile meekly. Driven by a sudden surge
of bold confidence, I reach over to her with my arm laying over the
back of the couch, brushing her stray strands of hair out of her
face, my eyes skimming over her features.
are an incredible person,” I tell her genuinely. “Even I noticed
in such a short while, and, what? We met merely twice?” Her gaze is
still locked with mine, cheeks tinted rosy. “Believe me when I tell
you that people are either jealous or afraid of your intelligence.
You make them feel inferior, and generally speaking, people don’t
you do?” she asks, voice so quiet I can hardly catch what she said.
nod, “Of course I do. I’ve always been drawn to those with brains
than who only have the looks to show off with. I like those who I can
look up to, and I can definitely respect you.”
you,” she says, tears slowly welling up in her eyes.
need to thank me – I was just stating facts,” I respond, voice
hardly above a whisper as though I was afraid that if I’m too loud,
I will destroy the bubble that has formed around us.
one of the tears escapes and flows down on her cheek, I lean in to
kiss it away. I can feel her hands balling up fistfuls of my shirt,
and I allow her to pull me closer. I close her into my embrace, then
sit back and move her so that she’s resting against my chest,
wrapped up in my arms, where I want her to be. I push my lips to her
forehead, my eyes falling shut at the serene contentment that engulfs
Someone find me the photo of the like, poster with the RULES OF TUMBLR.
WHEREIN TUMBLR IS EQUATED TO FIGHT CLUB.
My mother posted a FB rant about wanting someplace NEW to go, bc she was tired of the FB drama.
like my little sister’s age
was all like “oooh me and my mom love this place called TUMBLR you should go GET one!”
…I immediately changed my email address for this site and made it to where I can’t be searched by it anyways.
I have a feeling I will now be making a separate tumblr with “my” email address so my stupid fucking mother can follow me because once she figures this place out, she will KNOW that I’m on here and I will NEVER HEAR THE END OF IT.
GOD DAMN IT PEOPLE DON’T FUCKING TALK ABOUT TUMBLR OUTSIDE OF TUMBLR.
This post is made entirely of ***Spoilers***. If you’ve not seen the Fight Club and haven’t heard what happens then off you go to watch it.
I see Fight Club two ways: the textual and the subtextual. In the textual version, I see this film as what Jack must do to get a girlfriend. In the beginning he says that all of, ‘this’, what’s happened in the film, 'has got something to do with a girl named Marla’. Tyler only surfaces once Jack meets Marla, someone who interests him. An attractive woman who is like him and whom he can’t get out of his head. Being supremely self-loathing and unhappy, he is incapable of human contact unless he creates an alter ego who fears nothing and can do anything. This is Tyler.
Subtextually, though, we have a love story between Tyler and Jack, themselves, with Marla as a device to triangulate their love story. To, 'straighten it out’, so to speak. We have plenty of sexually charged situations between our leads. The fighting, obviously, but also taking a bath together, and getting ready in the morning (Jack fixing Tyler’s tie) and just tons of super close intimacy coupled with the fact that it’s clear that Jack is very attracted to/fascinated by Tyler. They, quite quickly, become inseparable and are very intimately attached to each other.
As some of you may know Chuck Palahniuk, the writer of the novel that Fight Club is based on, is a queer man. If we see heavy homoerotic subtext between Jack and Tyler it’s because we’re meant to (in the book, they first meet at a nudist beach). Now, we can see queerbating as a straight author’s unsatisfactory tease to queer audiences but if the author is, himself, queer then we have something different. This is the same thing that authors trying to tell queer stories have been doing since time immemorial, ACD included. When you can’t tell a story, you tell in in code. You veil things. You veil everything. As Sherlock says to John in TBB,
“Those symbols at the bank, the graffiti, why were they put there?”
'Some sort of code?’
“Obviously. Why were they painted? If you want to communicate why not use e-mail?”
'Well, maybe he wasn’t answering’
“Oh, good, you follow”
This is why TBB is the key to the code about Sherlock. What do you do when you can’t leave a message in a standard way? You use code.
Now, let’s think about Fight Club. It comes out in 1999 from a major studio. It’s in theatres and stars Brad Pitt and Edward Norton; one a huge star, the other a well-known actor. This film is already on the edge of what’s acceptable as a big studio picture. I don’t think that it would have been made, at all, if Tyler and Jack had also had sex or an overt relationship in the movie. This is 6 years before Brokeback Mountain. The world wasn’t ready for Fight Club as a straight love story, and it most definitely wasn’t even ready to consider it as a gay love story. Hence, the coding, the heavy homoerotic charge and symbolism. The fact that this story is clearly about Jack’s feelings for Tyler, not Marla. The device of having Tyler be Jack safely turns this film into an analogy of self-love and its dark side. This cleverly accounts for the fact that we just watched a m/m love story.
I see enough Fight Club references in Sherlock to think that someone on that team is putting them there. I can assume that due to the form and content of Sherlock, these references are to the subtextual version of Fight Club. Fight Club the gay love story is what’s being referenced, here.
We writers are probably the most narcissistic bunch of people ever admitted. Think about the most narcissistic person you know. They think they’re gorgeous and that every single person they meet should recognize this fact. A few think that they’ll get famous for looking that good and a few will. The others though realize that they’re gorgeous but not THAT gorgeous.
Let’s look at writers on the other hand. We on the other hand produce something, whether it took us five minutes or three years. Then we take it and begin showing it to every person who could possibly care, because that will get it published. We all assume the minute we finish a piece that it could become the next American classic or we could steal a slice of the Dan Brown popular novel market. Never mind the fact the starving writer is a stereotype for a reason, we’re special and the world will realize that. It’s very likely that we will never even get published, but we all think and hold onto the myths about authors we respect being turned down left and right and then making it.
So folks, us writers? We’re narcissistic but we shouldn’t always condemn that. A little narcissism hasn’t hurt anybody if they don’t let it control them. But we should always remember that we aren’t special snowflakes and a lot of people don’t give a damn. A few people do, so enjoy that some people do care. Even if they are reading your shit to criticize it, they are still reading it. You just stole part of a person’s life. Congratulations you’re an evil spirit!
A Defenders of Berk AU in which Hiccup has a dissociated personality that ultimately wreaks havoc as their creation, the Flight Club, gets out of hand, and at the end Hiccup’s other self is holding him at a Nadder-point and Hiccup suddenly realizes he is pointing the Nadder himself and sends a Nadder spike through his own cheek, not killing him, while his other self falls dead on the ground with the spike exiting through the back of his head