What perverse witchery makes him look 45 with long hair, and 14 with short?

I had to go rewatch after reading your comment, and like, midway through the solo I was a sobbing wreck. Jesus. I might be able to rewatch the entire film in a few years.

I just watched this for the first time last night. Then me and my boyfriend debated whether or not Fletcher was intentionally trying to fuck him or push him to be great. Paul Reiser peeking through the door? Heart exploded.

Not my tempo.

I am typically queen of the cynics, especially when it comes to the harsh reality of living in LA.....but I’m all in for this and IDGAF

If the only movie I could see for the rest of my life were the last 25 minutes of whiplash, I’d be happy. Hell, I only need everything after the hug with Paul Reiser.

Well, they were gonna bang.

I am so there for this. Among the many things I hate about the current shit state of movies is the lack of original musicals. If this does well and can kick off a Singing in the Rain style movie boon, I would be friggin delighted.

I’ve always felt the original intent was more, “you may get married off to someone who is old/not handsome, but they can be a good person”. Since, let’s face it, lots of girls were just paired off with whoever had the best prospects.

As an abuse survivor that had to run away to survive, I really appreciate the lyric “The bravest thing I ever did was run.” Leaving is incredibly scary and is sometimes harder (and more dangerous) than staying (abusers, whether it’s parent or partner, punish you for leaving). Abusers and their supporters (and they…

She’s known for writing constantly, and has been for 10 years — I’m guessing there are a lot of songs out there under pseudonyms that we’ll learn about in retrospect one day.

Or, as Karen and Georgia from My Favorite Murder say, “stay sexy, and don’t get murdered.”

In high school my friends and I went to a movie (License to Drive!) and there were some boys sitting behind us. Throughout the movie we would make wisecracks and they would kind of crack back, or riff on what we had said, and it was funny and whatever. When we were all driving back to my friend’s house we noticed a…

Agreed! Lead them to someone else’s, but never yours!

Fuck that shit. Drive to the police station and run inside!

dude, who you tellin’. That’s like the cardinal rule.

Thanks so much for choosing my story! Would this be a good moment to try and wheedle myself out of the greys? :D

Am I allowed to have a second submission? This story was relayed to me by one of my best friends. Back in the late 70s, my friend’s mom was a student at UNC. She had a car on campus, and went home on the weekends fairly regularly. She lived in the country, so when she went home, her route was often unmarked pavements…

Ghost stories don’t scare me, but the one about the guy in the house (“Don’t Worry, I’m Leaving”) is motherfucking nightmare fuel.

The amazing thing is the Clinton drones down the thread who are claiming because she isn’t President she shouldn’t be asked about it. Literally any critique of Clinton at all is just misogyny to them. As a women myself I never believed that people used sexism to shield from criticism before this election. Just…