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[rhettroblues]

SUNSET BOULEVARD (1950) — dir. Billy Wilder

[2xpired-milk]

Can't wait to get back on main and explain this shit, sighs

[michael-aftons-nonbinary-lover]

On a scale of 1-10, how much funnier do you guys think life would be if people could comment on Spotify playlists/artists/ect.?

"Phoebe Bridgers and Mitski? In the same playlist? Do you do anything other than cry?"

"Megan? Yes, 1000%. Ashnikko? Stay 1000 feet away from me at all times."

"Harry Styles and Taylor Swift are elite, but I'm gonna have to stop you at Olivia Rodrigo. Really just letting us know that you cope with mental illness by being in love with the wrong people, huh?"

[mattsunbae]

oh my gawd

[higgs-da-rat]

It’s so fucked up that a math problem can have multiple answers. Who allows this shit. I wish I was a rat

[luminies]

can we just move on from GoT?

[glitterghost]

Know what I was thinking about? If and when the timber wolf does shift back and how no one knows what he looks like and what if he shifts out of view of everyone and walks back towards the group and Carter is the first to notice because he catches his scent and he turns to look, expecting to find a wolf but it is man. 

Also, all of this happening from the pov of the timber wolf (assuming he is the narrator). Listening to him describe the moment Carter realizes it’s him. And he’s flesh, not fur. How maybe he catches sight of goosebumps that ripple across Carter’s skin. Watching Carter take in his first full view of him with unfurred limbs and unsharpened teeth, just as white as his wolf’s. Watching Carter’s eyes slip to his mouth that’s curled into a knowing smirk. One that Carter recognizes immediately before he takes off to meet his mate for the first time all over again.