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ad-j · 1 year
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WATCHLIST 2022: Son of Rambow
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duranduratulsa · 2 months
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Today's CD Playlist 💿...
Clueless Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (1995)
Son Of Rambo Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (2007)
#clueless #sonoframbo #90s #2000s #cd
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madame-fear · 7 months
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i’m tempted to make gifs for Zachary Kessler (Tout Le Monde Descend! / Everyone Get Down!, 2011) and Didier Revol (Son of Rambow, 2007) but not only i have no idea how to make gifs and know no one will see them, but i also get nervous when trying to make them for some reason lmao
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arabnewstrends · 2 years
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مشاهدة فيلم 2007 son of rambow مترجم اونلاين جودة عالية
مشاهدة فيلم 2007 son of rambow مترجم اونلاين جودة عالية
أهلا وسهلا بكم زوار موقع العربي نيوز في مقالنا عن مشاهدة فيلم 2007 Son of Rambow  مترجم اونلاين جودة عالية نبذة عامة عن فيلم Son of Rambow مترجم فيلم Son of Rambow هو فيلم كوميدي عام 2007 من تأليف وإخراج Garth Jennings ومستوحى من First Blood . عرض الفيلم لأول مرة في 22 يناير 2007 في مهرجان صندانس السينمائي . [4] عُرض لاحقًا في مهرجان نيوبورت بيتش السينمائي ومهرجان سياتل السينمائي الدولي…
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spectroscopes · 2 years
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Everyone is raising their eyebrows at Chris Pratt showing his kid R-rated movies but nobody is laughing at how insane it is for him to describe Rambo: First Blood as a “coming of age movie”.
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wannab-urs · 9 months
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In The Next One
Summary/Warnings: Dieter thinks you’ve been together in every past life and he’s lost you every time. Vague-ish smut. There’s a thing with a knife, but no actual slicing lol. Graphic and explicit descriptions of mental illness, drug abuse, etc. Dieter does mild self-harmy things. Implied biting hard enough to break skin during one scene? And as always with my poor dieter baby, suicidal ideation… and more? Idk just be fucking careful with this one. Love y’all. (WC: 1550)
A/N: I went to a Boygenius concert and became immediately obsessed with We're In Love, Lucy's song about Julien. The whole past lives... to be known is to be loved... just the whole general vibe. It immediately made me think of my baby Dieter so here we go.
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Isn't it enough that we stripped down to our skin? Cold and porcelain like bathers in a painting
Dieter wraps his arms around you from behind. You’re chopping an onion to make dinner. He slips his hands on top of yours, holds the knife in your hands and chops with you. You tilt your head into his where it rests on your shoulder affectionately. You let him guide your hands for a moment. He keeps his grip on the knife, but drops your left hand, guides the knife to his left palm. You freeze, forcing his hands to stop.  
“Woah, Dieter. Babe. Stop. What are you doing?” 
“Blood Oath.” 
“Like that weird movie we watched? Son of Rambow?” 
You pull the knife from his fingers, set it on the cutting board, wrap his arms back around you. 
“Yeah,” he mumbles into your shoulder. “Like Son of Rambow. Just want you to know how much you mean to me. Want us to always be connected.” 
You turn to face him, press a thumb into both cheekbones. Your eyes burn and so do his, crying onion tears. You press a kiss to his torn lips.
“We don’t need that.”
 “You could ruin me, you know that? I don’t know if I can ever be without you.”
He pulls away from you. Fidgets with the rings on his fingers. Digs a hand into his hair and tugs hard. You step right back into his space, pull his hand out of his hair and right back around you.
 “Hey? Made for you. Remember?” You press your lips into his scruff covered jaw. Gently smooth his hair back out. Slip your hands over his shoulders and down his back. Pull him so hard into you it feels like you’re trying to mold him to your body. “I’m not going anywhere Dieter.” 
You pull his ugly sweater over his head. Set it gently on the counter. Toss your own t-shirt on the floor. Press your bare chests back together. Let him feel how real, how solid, how corporeal you are. All the way here even when he is not. You keep your bodies pressed together and pull him to the bathroom. Undress him fully and pull him into the shower with you. Forget about dinner and let him fill you instead. 
And I told you of your past lives, every man you've ever been It wasn't flattering, but you listened like it mattered
Dieter taps the ring on his middle finger against the glass mug of green tea in front of him. Chews his lips as he works up the nerve to tell you a theory he has. Something important. You have to know. 
You sit across from him, looking out the window. The park you spend so much time in just visible from your booth. You’re watching a pair of hummingbirds dance around each other. 
“Do you remember the night we met?” Dieter traces the triangle on his forearm instead of looking at you. You drag your eyes from the birds.
“Most of it. We were kind of fucked up, so the details are hazy. Why?” Your finger joins the path he traces on his arm, following just behind. He changes direction so your fingers bump each other at the highest point.
“I think we’ve always been together.” Dieter doesn’t elaborate. You’re used to his non sequiturs. He doesn’t have a train of thought so much as a shipping yard of them. A little maze like. Disconnected. You remember something you said that night. 
“I asked you why it felt like I’ve known you my whole life. And you said ‘Maybe you have.’” Drugs may have made you say it out loud, but you knew then just as much as you know now that you were made for each other. You had always known him, somehow. 
“I think, in all my past lives, I’ve had you and I’ve lost you.” Dieter pulls a piece of dead skin off his lip. Sucks the iron tang onto his tongue. “I think I’ve never known a life without knowing what it’s like to be without you. And I think it’s going to happen again.” 
He knows he’s been getting bad again. He broke your phone. He almost hurt you. He can’t figure out which thoughts are rational and which ones aren’t so he just drowns out all of them with all the drugs he can get his hands on. He isn’t so numb that he can’t see the way he’s hurting you though. He has to make sure you love him. He can’t fucking bear it if you don’t love him anymore. 
You dig a fingernail into wrist, make a crescent shape in the skin. He focuses on the tiny pain, lets his mind still. You press your lips into his palm and settle his hand on your cheek.
“I’m not going anywhere, Dieter. If I left you in my past lives it was all so I could find you in this one.”
Will you still love me if it turns out I'm insane? I know what you'll say, but it helps to hear you say it anyway
Dieter paints a portrait of you. He smears the canvas in cerulean, plum, vermillion. Vibrant colors that match your aura. You find him at the window, forming the shape of your lips with a thumb, brush between his teeth.
“Beautiful.” You whisper it into his neck. Drag your lips down the column of his throat. He pulls you into his arms, spits the brush to the floor. 
“Do you think I’m crazy?”
You look into his eyes, shining with tears but dulled by so much pain.
“No,” you lie. He looks away from you. A sob catches in his throat. He chokes on it. He knows he’s insane, knows he should try the hospitals again, knows that wouldn’t work. It never does. 
You pull him to the bedroom. You kiss the tears off his cheeks. You strip each other bare. You press your love into his skin with your lips, tongue, teeth. With your fingers and hands. You kiss him so hard it hurts. He slowly responds to your touches, the dull ache in his eyes fading to something deeper, open, vulnerable. He pushes inside you and stays there for a moment, relishing the fact that this is the closest he can be to you. You don’t try to make him move. Just pull him even closer to you. Wrap yourself around him and pull him close. He moves his hips shallowly, barely separating from you at all. Grinding into you. He devours your lips, your neck, your shoulder. You settle your teeth into the space where his neck meets his shoulder. Bite until you taste salt and iron. He wraps a hand in your hair and pulls your mouth to his. Buries himself in you with fervor now. Decides he’ll leave bruises inside you to keep himself there even when he’s gone.
In the next one, will you find me? I'll be the boy with the pink carnation pinned to my lapel
You’re snuggled up on your too small green couch. You’d had a huge argument. You had thrown buddha statues and crystals and incense holders at him and screamed that none of this shit was going to help him. He had to take his Fucking Medicine. 
He’d hurled his empty bottles of hydrocodone and oxycontin and xanax at you, like any of those were what he was supposed to take. Like any of that could help him. He’d dropped to the couch and curled into a little ball, his whole body shaking with sobs as he tore at his curls with trembling hands.
You had knelt on the floor next to him, pulled his hands away, cradled his head in your arms. 
“I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispers into your chest. “I’m so sorry I’m fucked up again.” 
He buries his head deeper into your shoulder. You think he means he’s sorry his mental illness is acting up again. Or that he’s sorry he did too many drugs again. 
He means he’s sorry he came out wrong in this life just like all the other ones. You were made for him, but maybe he wasn’t made for you. Not this time and not all the times before and he won’t be next time and he can’t fucking take it. 
You climb up behind him. Press his deteriorating frame against you and try to pour all your love into him. Try to put him back together. You whisper to him about how much he means to you. That you won’t leave him. That you love him and just want him to feel better. 
He can’t be better though.
“I’ll try harder in the next life. I’ll try to be okay next time. I’ll be so good for you.”
“I’ll find you.” A promise you seal with a kiss to the crown of his head. If he finds you in the next life, you’ll take him as he is. You love him now and you always will. 
You drift off to sleep with your lips pressed into his hair. His breathing slows and slows and slows. 
I could go on and on and on and I will Go on and on and on until It all comes back
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kattahj · 1 year
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I watched the three-part "Why Didn't They Ask Evans?" miniseries, which is the most faithful Christie adaptation I have seen in years! Sure, they have made a few changes here and there to ramp up the intrigue, but the general tone, plot, and characterisation are all there. I approve of the changes to Knocker and Dr. Thomas, am more hesitant about Mr. Angel, mainly because I think the addition of him should have caused Frankie and Bobby to ask more questions. As someone who has admired Will Poulter since he was a child actor in "Son of Rambow" (if you haven't seen it, do!) I feel a strange parental pride in seeing him do so well as an adult. Great chemistry between him and Lucy Boynton, who is of course too pretty for Frankie but captures her spirit really well. Downsides? Well, apart from the aforementioned Mr. Angel, all of the downsides exist in the original novel, which is rather far-fetched, convoluted and melodramatic, surviving mainly on the charm of its protagonists. But hey, as long as they ARE charming! :-) It also amuses me that Hugh Laurie, as the director, picked the part for himself that meant he only arrived in the final scene of episode two. But it is of course a very satisfactory part to play!
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tangledstarlight · 9 months
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people suddenly realising they love will poulter is great for me, someone who has always loved will poulter, because it means they’ll start to watch the best film made, son of rambow (2007)
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perfettamentechic · 2 years
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5 aprile … ricordiamo …
5 aprile … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic
2021: Paul Ritter, attore e produttore cinematografico britannico. È noto soprattutto per i suoi ruoli in film tra cui Quantum of Solace, Son of Rambow – Il figlio di Rambo, Harry Potter e il principe mezzosangue e The Eagle, nonché serie televisive tra cui Vera, Friday Night Dinner, The Hollow Crown, The Last Kingdom e per aver interpretato Anatoly Dyatlov in Chernobyl. Nel 1996, Ritter ha…
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quealboroto · 3 years
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cultfaction · 3 years
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Paul Ritter passes away aged 54
Paul Ritter passes away aged 54
It is Cult Faction’s sad duty to report that actor Paul Ritter has died of a brain tumour at the age of 54; the sad news was broken by his agent: “It is with great sadness we can confirm that Paul Ritter passed away last night. He died peacefully at home with his wife Polly and sons Frank and Noah by his side. He was 54 and had been suffering from a brain tumour. Paul was an exceptionally…
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tricksters-captain · 5 years
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Will Poulter Imagine - Broken Locks
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AN:  I don’t normally write for real life people, I usually write about their characters when they’re in something as I’m best at character writing however this imagine came to me whilst I was in the shower and I wanted to write it. I know some people get funny about writers writing imagine for the real life people however this is purely fiction and for entertainment purposes. 
Summary: You and Will are flat mates and when the bathroom lock breaks. What happens when boundaries are broken...
Pairings: Will Poulter x reader
Word Count: 2,159
Warnings: Strong language, lots of fluff at the beginning, smut at the end. Unprotected shower smut (use protection kids) 
Will had been very kind to offer you a place to stay when you needed it. 
Recently, you had to suddenly leave your flat and being good friends with Will after filming together last year, he kindly offered for you to move in with him. He had a spare bedroom which you quickly moved into and that’s where it all started. 
You and Will hadn’t been flatmates very long when the bathroom door lock broke. You two soon had to set some boundaries after that happened. You both became very good at being aware of when the other was in the bathroom at which time since you were both too lazy or too busy to get the locked fixed. 
Things seemed to be going well until one day when Will had gone out and had a bit too much to drink... Which ended with him at the door of the bathroom whilst you were in the shower, begging to be let in...
“(Y/n), come on. I’m dying out here.” Will begged as he knocked on the door again. 
“I’m almost finished.” You said as you massaged the shampoo into your hair. 
“(Y/n), please.” Will didn’t know how much longer he could hold it. Silently wishing he had peed before he left the bar downtown. 
You continued to ignore him, when suddenly, you heard a frustrated grunt outside followed by the unlatching of the door. 
“William Jack Poulter!” You shrieked in protest as you poked your head out from the shower curtain to see him stood by the toilet. 
You grimaced and quickly ducked back behind the curtain. 
“Thank fu...” Will exhaled as he tipped his head back in relief. 
“I can’t believe you just did that.” You knew he’d be drinking so he was much ballsier than normal, however, he still just barged into the bathroom whilst you were naked.
“I’m sorry but in my defence there’s a curtain and I was about to piss myself.” Will’s words began to slew together. 
“Bloody hell... Fine. Now hurry up.” You rolled your eyes as you heard him flush the loo then run his hands under the tap. 
That may have been the first time he intruded on your ‘very important’ shower time but it most definitely wasn't the last. 
The next time he had let himself break the bathroom boundary was after you broke up with your boyfriend. 
He had walked past the bathroom door to hear your usual Sunday night shower, however, it wasn’t the usual out of tune singing or mumbling lines to yourself but instead something much different. 
You were crying.
He felt his chest go heavy when he realised. 
He rested his head against the bathroom door and contemplated going in to check on you... It didn’t take him long to cave in to the concern pulling at his heart strings. 
You tried to stop crying as you heard the latch of the bathroom door go slowly. 
“(Y/n)?” Will called your name softly as he opened the door a fraction. 
You squeezed your eyes shut and sucked in your lower lip to try and stop the tears but it didn’t help. 
Will let himself in once he knew you were behind the shower curtain. 
“(Y/n)? Do you wanna talk about it?” Will asked. 
The only response he got was you breaking down again. He took the hint. 
He picked up your towel and opened it wide as he approached the curtain. Pulling back the curtain slowly, he draped the towel over you as you immediately stepped into his embrace. 
Will took a step backwards, hauling you over the edge of the bathtub before settling on his knees hugging you close to his chest as you cried. 
You gripped tight onto his t-shirt as he rested his chin on top of your head, stroking circles over the towel covering your back. 
“It’s alright.” Will muttered, “It’s alright.” 
From that day, you two became even closer than before. 
Even though Will wasn’t quite okay with breaking the bathroom boundaries you figured that if Will could lift you from the shower and hold you crying on the bathroom floor then he could definitely help you run lines. 
That was the third time you forced him to break the bathroom boundary. 
“(Y/n), I’d much rather do this after you shower.” Will tried to back out of helping you with your lines once you told him you needed him whilst in the shower. 
“No, I practise best in the shower.” You were stubborn, he had to admit that. 
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” Will grumbled as he scratched the back of his neck, making his way from the door of the bathroom to the sink.
“Will you just please read the script and make sure I don’t fuck up? I need this job.” You pleaded. 
“Alright, alright.” Will leant on the edge of the basin as he looked down at the script in his hand.
Fortunately, you did get the job and you teased Will by saying it was clearly all down to him and that shower. 
Weirdly enough, after that shower, if Will was bored it wasn’t unusual for him to just sit in the bathroom with you. 
He liked your company and even just being in your presence was calming to him. 
He sat on the toilet lid with his feet on the sink as he flicked through a sample script. You liked the little furrow in his brow as he studied new material to see whether it was any good. 
Your music was playing as you sang along quietly but then all of a sudden a very familiar tune started to play. 
“You’re joking?” Will looked up from his script and towards the closed shower curtain. You laughed and poked your head out from behind the curtain.
“It’s a random playlist on Spotify and it’s on shuffle!” You told him innocently before you started to sing along, swaying slightly to tease him. 
Will went to pick up your phone to skip but you yelped in protest. 
“.... Don't go chasing waterfalls Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to I know that you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all But I think you're moving too fast...” You sang whilst ducking back into the shower. 
Will shook his head and reluctantly sat through the song until it got to the famous moment. 
“If you don’t do the rap I’m moving out.” You said childishly over the water. 
“Perfect. Means I’ll finally have my bathroom back.” Will smiled. 
“Do the rap, William!” You demanded, ignoring his comment. 
Will sighed and closed the script as he put on his American accent from ‘We’re the Millers’.
You squealed in happiness as he started to do the rap, forgetting a word here and there as it had been 5 years since the movie. 
You both then erupted in song and laughter as it came to the chorus. 
“DON’T GO CHASING WATERFALLS!” 
That was the moment Will knew he had a little more than just platonic feelings towards you, however, it took you a little longer to realise your own feelings... 
When you did finally realise your feelings it wasn’t surprising it was in that exact bathroom. 
However, the roles were reversed for once. 
Will stood in the shower as you sat crossed legged on the toilet seat, waiting for a face mask to dry. You had a bowl of crisps on the sink which Will voiced ‘was so weird’ as you were basically sat on the toilet but you didn’t care. 
“I like Fionn. We should have him round more.” You said as you munched on your crisps. 
“Yeah, he’s a great guy. I knew you’d like him.” Will raised his voice over the water. 
“What are we doing this evening?” You asked. 
For the past couple evenings Will had had his friends round and with the upcoming release of Bandersnatch. 
Fionn Whitehead had visited last night. 
“Movie?” Will suggested as he turned off the water. 
“Only if I get to pick.” You retorted, passing the boy his towel. 
Will rolled his eyes as he climbed out the shower with a towel around his waist. You sank back down onto the toilet lid but as you looked up, your eyes caught his bare back. You watched the water roll down his shoulder blade and you felt the air catch in your lungs.
“If you’re picking the film then I’m picking the food.” Will negotiated. 
As he turned around, you snapped yourself out of the sudden dirty thoughts running through your head and your eyes to his face. 
“Yeah?” He asked, raising his eyebrows at you. 
“Yeah.” You nodded, putting the crisps in your hand back into the bowl and watching Will exit the bathroom. 
It drove you both crazy thinking that the other probably didn’t reciprocate your feelings and to save the rejection, you both kept them to yourselves. 
But, of course, the first one to crack was you due to your terrible habit of being impatient. 
You were in the shower one evening when you called Will in. 
You then realised it was a ‘now-or-never’ kind of moment since you didn’t actually have any other reason for calling him into the bathroom other than to confess your attraction towards him. 
“What’s up?” Will asked from the other side of the shower. 
You closed your eyes to try and calm yourself down. Your heart was beating so fast in your chest you were pretty sure Will could hear it. 
“(Y/n)? Is everything alright?” He asked as he stepped closer to the shower curtain. 
What you did next seemed to happen in a flash of a second. 
You pulled the shower curtain slightly to the side and gripped tight onto Will’s t-shirt as you tugged him towards your face, capturing your lips in his. 
Will didn’t react at first, shocked at the sudden act, but you didn’t give in just yet. You stayed with the kiss, praying he would move his lips to signify that this was okay and after what felt like forever he did. 
He cupped the side of your jaw with one of his hands whilst the other found the wall to balance him as he stepped over the side of the bath into the shower. 
You kissed him with a fierce hunger, pulling at his now damp shirt. 
The water cascaded over you both as Will’s hands seem to explore every part of you. 
Will rushed to get off his clothes before they got too soaked that it would be awkward to remove them. You helped him until he was down to nothing. 
Your hand found his waist before you cautiously neared his member. Will’s hips jerked in response, he then took a fistful of your wet hair.
You wrapped your hand around him and began to pump up and down his erection, smirking at the quiet groan from his throat. 
“Will?” You muttered through the kiss. 
“Yeah?” He pulled away, his mouth travelling down your neck and along your shoulder.  
“Fuck me.” You begged as your knees grew weak.. 
Will pulled back, his eyes searched your face for all the assurance he needed before smiling back at you and crashing his lips against yours once again. 
His hand holding onto the back of your neck moved to under your thigh to try and lift you slightly.
“You sure?” Will asked. All you could do was nod as your stomach flipped with excitement. 
He entered you, holding you steady as you winced with his size. 
“You alright?” He asked, again, searching your eyes for any sign to stop. 
“I’m alright.” You kissed him and rocked against him to signal that you were okay to just go for it. 
Will had to suppress a moan as your wet breasts rubbed against his chest whilst he fucked you. You gripped onto him tightly as he thrusted in and out of you.. 
You leant against the wall to try and give you both some more stability as Will pounded into your harder and faster. You were edging close to climax as he picked up his pace and you could tell with every thrust that he was too. 
“Fuck.” Will cussed under his breath as you dug your nails into his shoulders. 
You let your head rest against the wall as you shook, squeezing your eyes shut as you started to pulse around him. The sensation of your finish encouraged his own shortly after. 
You were suddenly thankful you were in the shower as Will pulled out of you.
The next time Will heard the shower, he let himself into the bathroom without a second thought. Pulling his t-shirt over his head and kicking off his jogging bottoms.
“Having a shower without me?” Will asked as he pulled back at the curtain. “I feel betrayed.” Will teased, jumping in with you as you giggled. 
You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him sweetly.
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streamondemand · 4 years
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'Son of Rambow' – a homemade odyssey on Amazon Prime Video
‘Son of Rambow’ – a homemade odyssey on Amazon Prime Video
Meek Will Proudfoot (Bill Milner), a wide-eyed naïf in a repressive religious sect, and “devil child” Lee Carter (Will Poulter), a belligerent school troublemaker, becomes unlikely partners in Garth Jennings’ fanciful, funny Son of Rambow(2008). They’re odd couple buddies born of convenience (on Lee’s part) and naiveté (that would be Will) but forged in shared joys as they team up to shoot an…
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waywardandwestward · 5 years
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The Happiest of Birthdays to Will Poulter, born January 28th, 1993!
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