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“What happens after the glamour? What happens beyond the storybook ending? What happens when everything has worked out and you find out that you’re just a couple of people sitting on a bus, wondering who the hell you and the person beside you are?”

The Graduate (1967) dir. Mike Nichols

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@sixpenceee @sixpenceeeblog I got the soundtrack to the Graduate in the dollar bin of my record store, and JUST THE INSTRUMENTAL is fucked up. It’s absolutely some sixpenceee shit.

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“They run into the street to flag down a passing bus and take the back seat, elated at their victory. However, in the final shot, Benjamin’s smile gradually fades to an enigmatic, neutral expression as he gazes forward down the bus, not looking at Elaine. Elaine first looks lovingly across at Ben but notices his demeanor and turns away with a similar expression as the bus drives away, taking the two lovers towards a future of uncertainty.”

The Graduate (1967).

Classic Movies You Need To Watch

Here’s my Classic Movies Pick From 39′s to 79′s, Here goes:

Gone With The Wind (1939)

Ben-Hur (1959)

Breakfats At Tiffany’s (1961)

Lawrence of Arabia (1962)

To Kill A Mockingbird (1962)

The Sound of Music (1965)

The Graduate (1967)

2001: A Space Oddysey (1968)

The Godfather Trilogy (1972)

The Jerk (1979)

The Graduate

Overview: To everyone who has graduated high school or college this year, this one’s for you.

Characters: Sister!Reader, Dean, Sam, Cas (mentioned)

Word Count: 850

Warnings: mild language

A/N: My little bro graduated today. Super proud of him. Loved being there to support him. Bored out of my mind during the ceremony. So I grabbed a program and a pen and this drabble was born. I hope you guys enjoy it ;)

The air was stuffy, and the beads of sweat trickling down my back added to the growing dampness that was my current state of being. I fidgeted with the uncomfortable elastic securing my hat to my head and wished for the tenth time that I was anywhere but in this cheap, metal fold-out chair. I was right in the middle of a sea of people dressed in identical robes, anticipation and nervousness radiating thickly through the crowd. The first row stood and began to make their way across the stage, cheers and yells sounding from the audience as each name was called. I mentally prepped myself for the silence that would follow mine.

They’d caught a hunt a few days ago, and what was supposed to be a quick salt and burn had turned into a large number of vengeful spirits spread across the surrounding towns. They’d called me last night, their voices thick with regret as they told me they wouldn’t be home for at least another two days. I’d kept my voice strong, assuring them it was no big deal and that finishing the case was more important. They needed to stay, and I’d be fine. I’d been lying, but I’ve always been a good liar.

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