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  1. literally IDK how many movies we need of the golden age that tell the same story . Switch it up. The other thing that bugs me is if shit is supposed to be fictional, why are they so concerned with accuracy in regards to race relations, but everything else is always open to interpretation? It's so transparent and even more aggravating in fantasy films (there's dragons, but a POC in a position of power is super unrealistic for the time!)  
  2.     I would like to see it.
  3. I wonder if Damien will cast someone black in a lead role and not have them play jazz!
  4. First ‘Black Widow’ poster revealed at D23 Expo

    Another ugly poster in the Disney-Marvel canon  
  5. Superstar Photo Booth

    ↪ Need a place to post miscellaneous women's wrestling related pictures from their social media, red carpet events, photoshoots, etc. and would rather share it outside of your stanbase since you're not well populated (like the Bella Army), nor do people generally care to know if your fave has left her cave (like AJ Lee)? Post it here. #TeamModel Only photos and discussion of said photos are allowed here. General women's wrestling discussions belong in Extreme Rules or base threads pertaining to the woman in question. Flamebait and trolling is not permitted. If you wanna laugh at a photo, this is not the place. Such posts also belong in Extreme Rules. Light criticism is allowed (e.g. "her make up doesn't look hot, fuck you ShitSham"; "yikes at her dress") . Refrain from posting direct links to social media for the forum to auto embed since it cancels the purpose of the Social Media Thread and may cause issues for this thread later if embedding ever changes. There are methods to getting the image link from the social media post for you to post. Use spoiler tags for multiple images as it slows down the webpage otherwise
  6. Not Moderated: Backlot

    graphic coming soon WARNING: THIS THREAD WILL NOT BE MODERATED AND MAY CONTAIN OFFENSIVE CONTENT! NSFW A sister to our iconic staple Not Moderated: Extreme Rules thread, here is where all miscellaneous film, TV and pop culture discussion goes, un-moderated. Is there a famous actor you'd like to drag mercilessly? Or perhaps thirst over? Or maybe you'd like to share some news or gossip that might not fit or get its due recognition elsewhere on the forum? Maybe you just wanna freely go back and forth with someone over your fave movies, TV show, superhero, etc.? Or start a popular meme? If any of that applies, this is the thread for you. There are no limits here for stans, best known as those who will stop at nothing to ruthlessly defend their faves and bash everyone else's. Like with ER, there are a few ground rules: - Personal fights ARE NOT allowed in here or anywhere on the forum. Utilize blogs or private messaging for that. - You can post about ANYTHING (not listed below) as long as it's pop culture related (try not to lean too heavily on pop music, as that's not the basis of our forum. If it's too much of a regular occurrence, you'll be warned for off topic)  - DO NOT discuss children. - DO NOT insult other members. - DO NOT post shockingly offensive images (graphic or explicit). Moderators will determine severity. Images containing nudity are only allowed to be posted if linked under a NSFW spoiler tag. - DO NOT post sexually explicit dialogue (e.g. discussing in detail what a talent likes to do sexually or what you'd like to do) or shockingly offensive dialogue. NOT to be confused with sex based insults (e.g. calling a talent a "cum-guzzling gutter slut) which remains not moderated. - DO NOT post anything racist, transphobic, homophobic or typically offensive. - Trolling and flamebait posts are okay here ONLY! With that said: action!    
  7.     Source Popular guess is Batgirl/Barbara Gordon and that they're probably keeping it under wraps so she doesn't have to face racist fans. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, congrats to her omg  
  8. Black Newcomer Cast in Major Role for "The Batman"

    LOVE that for us . I really hope it's Batgirl. Like we already know she's gonna be black, but to make her brown skin?  
  9. Black Newcomer Cast in Major Role for "The Batman"

    She's stunning as well  
  10. King and Queen* (me) gkjdgjj (I know the mistake was innocent, but just thought I'd correct in case you misinterpreted my reveal as FTM when I'm in fact MTF trans glfgdfg)! BUT period!  
  11. I Don't Want to Miss a Thing [M]

    .intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #191919; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 400px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(0%) contrast(75%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 220px; width: 320px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 8px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } I'm wondering what you're dreaming; wondering if it's me you're seeing With his glass castle mounted high in the wispy clouds, the crowned King of Olympia—Dawson Clarke—felt remiss without someone to sit by his side upon the throne. Everything else would be coveted with ease, so it seemed. His mayoral campaign, more specifically, appeared without flaw, so it was simply a matter of time before he'd capture that prize as well. Now, as the sun set on another day in the city of dreams, his aim was to make amends with the person who captured his heart; someone who hadn't a clue how Dawson truly felt about him as of yet. The hour was drawing near: the moment Nathaniel Devereaux's flight would touch down in Olympia, and he'd arrive at Dawson's 'not so humble' abode. Dawson had already taken necessary measures to arrange their rendezvous, lighting candles around the luxurious marble jacuzzi bath, overlooking the sparkling city through transparent walls. After garnishing the steaming bubbles with rose petals and setting aside two bottles of the finest champagne, plucked the master bathroom's bar, he awaits his chariot to bring with it his spoils. He undresses to merely a short cashmere bath robe, his muscular legs and tight glutes teasing the rest of his fine, naked physique which he worked diligently to craft. Then... the bell would finally toll, the driver requesting entrance through the gates to paradise. "I'm upstairs!" Dawson calls to his arrived guest once he heard the front door pry open, as he poured himself the first glass of Krug Brut Vintage to wet his palette, against the sounds of neo-soul on vinyl. Every second thereafter melts like sugar, into what felt like centuries, adding to the excruciatingly long wait for this dire reunion with his lover. The footsteps of designer dress shoes against the expensive flooring grow louder in echo through the mansion, when suddenly they'd come to a stop behind him. With his trademark, high wattage smile just for his guest, Dawson turns to face Nathaniel and quietly observes the unchallenged specimen; his hair a blend between silk and gold, his seductive smirk framed by a steel, square jaw, his powder blue irises locked in a narrow shell, giving forth a natural smolder. No one could compete—except, of course, himself. Slow in his path toward his mate, he arrives face to face, finally. "Would you look at what we have here," he greets with effervescence, stroking his palm against Nate's cheek, then taking him in for a tight embrace. "Color me shocked that I was finally able to pull you away from your Olympic training, for any time at all. Thought the Y2K apocalypse would end us all before I even got to see you again. And you look..." he pulls back, combs his green eyes over Nate once more, and exhales, "fucking amazing." MONTY @prince.
  12. let's stay out of it, the Bella Army has been used enough
  13. Hemorrhage

    .intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #191919; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 400px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(0%) contrast(75%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 220px; width: 320px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 9px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } She cries her life is like... some movie, black and white "No, you're absolutely right and I definitely, definitely do see that," Emma croons with conviction as her Lucas approaches her and climbs into her lap, to seek rest in his favorite seat. Nuzzling the length of her neck over her baby's soft hair and wrapping her arms around his width before rocking him left and right, she continues to find comfort in opening up to Andrew, developing a glow while she carries on speaking. "Like, how could I see him as anything other than a gift? Look at him! He... he absolutely changed my life in ways I can't even put into words. And when no one else did—when no one else could—he taught me what true love was. I..." she puckers her lips and narrows her eyes to give thought to what she was about to confess next, making herself certain her words offered clarity for both her confidante and herself once said out loud. Perhaps if Bobby spoke of her in the future, the message could be passed along, as well. But as the hours grew into days, she was almost confident their time had rightfully passed, and she'd be nothing but a blissful memory for the pretty playboy in a short spell.  "I guess what I'm trying to get across is that I just want Lucas to feel that same love back at all times. Not just from me, but from anyone I bring into the picture. Especially a man. It's the least I could do for him after all he's done for me. That's what I think I might be, um, afraid of? Actually..." Emma bites her bottom lip during the course of her hesitation. "I don't even like the word 'afraid'. I'm more cautious; protective. See, Lucas has never known his father or had that kinda, like, figure in his life. So if it's not solely the fact that the guy might not be right for him, it's the fact that my son could become attached and look up to this guy, then have his heart broken into a million pieces in the end. And he's really not ready for that. Not even I am." "Ugh, Christ, I feel like I'm being ridiculous again, putting this much weight into a simple one night stand, even considering how intense it got. Especially when I'm a stripper, for crying out loud," she chuckles, then repositions the playful Lucas so he's cradled in her arms as he twirls her tresses to fight sleep. "I mean, I guess that should further answer your earlier question about the quality of our 'rendezvous', the fact I'm so unraveled. But yes, I just have a lot of things I have to take into consideration. It's whatever, anyway... I don't mean to put you in any kinda predicament or to make my situation your own. Likewise for your friend. It would be nice to know you; both of you, even. But it's complicated." MONTY @Cooksie
  14. It was Gail and Tessa tbh, but it's since expanded so perch.
  15. Not Moderated: Extreme Rules

      In an effort to put a lid on the heels and the heated, often off-topic debates of HB, we now bring you Extreme Rules. ER is the home of women's wrestling related arguments that are out of control! There are no limits here for stans, best known as those who will stop at nothing to ruthlessly defend their favorite women's wrestlers and bash everyone else's.     WARNING: THIS THREAD WILL NOT BE MODERATED AND MAY CONTAIN OFFENSIVE CONTENT! NSFW     All members must be aware that no negative comments in this thread should be taken seriously or to heart. There will be trolls stationed here, so if you would rather not hear something bad said about your favorite talent, then it would be in your best interest to stay out of this thread. Furthermore, this thread should be used to continue any off-topic or random women's or general wrestling debates. With the creation of this thread, note that moderators will be cracking down on forum rules and policies. This means trolling, flamebait and off topic posts will be looked at more strictly. Although we're going extreme, there are a few rules: - Personal fights ARE NOT allowed in here or anywhere on the forum. Utilize blogs or private messaging for that. - You can post about ANYTHING (not listed below) as long as it's women's or general wrestling related. Anything outside the scope of wrestling discussion and stan wars is off-topic (this include miscellaneous photoshoots or personal photos that belong in base threads). Refer to board rules for off-topic posts. - DO NOT discuss children. - DO NOT insult other members. - DO NOT post shockingly offensive images (graphic or explicit). Moderators will determine severity. Images containing nudity are only allowed to be posted if linked under a NSFW disclaimer. - DO NOT post sexually explicit dialogue (e.g. discussing in detail what a talent likes to do sexually or what you'd like to do) or shockingly offensive dialogue. NOT to be confused with sex based insults (e.g. calling a talent a "cum-guzzling gutter slut) which remains not moderated. - Trolling and flamebait posts are okay here ONLY!   *Rings bell*    
  16. .intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #191919; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 400px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(0%) contrast(75%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 220px; width: 320px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 9px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } THE CHEMICALS BETWEEN US, THE WALLS THAT LIE BETWEEN US A wide array of boxes act as bricks forming a second set of walls, standing tall around an exhausted Emma De Angelo. Dressed in low-rise, cut off short shorts and a white midriff baring blouse, tied above her belly ring and over her ample breasts, she stares out her large, paneled window, down to the city below. Cars race by in bold patterns, filled with strangers with seemingly no real purpose—nothing to live for beyond their excess. But her purpose for living sat joyously behind her; no care in the world, and lacking the knowledge of how cruel it could be. It was he: Lucas De Angelo, her one true love. She’d never allow Lucas to see the world for what it truly was, for as long as she could. She was his protector; his provider. But there were times that she longed for help. Someone who loved her five year old and was willing to protect him as much as she was. Someone to help ease the load she felt weighing down on her petite frame, wearing out every bone. Her thoughts cycle briefly to Lucas’ deceased father and his final moments before the chemicals in his system consumed him, an apology for failing her and their son stuttering through a cold, trembling mouth. Every time the memory is replayed, her heart broke into pieces, for she didn’t believe her nor Lucas would find love like that again. “Lucas, baby, don’t break that please! I need you to quiet down and relax for five minutes; mommy is on the phone,” Emma begs her toddler before returning to speak to her landlord on the other end of the line, her frustration mounting. It had been several days now since the move in, but it appeared that likewise with her losing a babysitter, everything was coming apart at the seams. Her apartment, in particular, was literal. “Listen carefully. Your contractor was supposed to be here a fucking hour ago and I’m paying you too much money for rent to be sitting around waiting. My pipes are broken, my cabinet doors are falling from their hinges, drawers are getting stuck, and that's not even everything wrong with this place. And on top of all the renovations needed: I've barely unpacked, I have a million other errands to run, I have to call my boss to get the weekend off, I’ve missed out on my first week of classes. Please. I don’t need this process to be any harder. If you could just page him again or something. Or just give me his cell number and I'll reach out myself.” She runs her clawed hand through her hair, combing and tugging it back, then waits as the landlord runs through his rehearsed reply. “Okay, fine. I’ll give it twenty more minutes,” she concludes before slapping the flip phone closed and letting a gust of air escape her glossed lips. Quietly reciting the mantra routinely used to ease her stress, Emma refused to allow the walls to cave in on her. Resilience was her greatest strength, and it was too premature to renounce the new life she had set path toward. “Lucas, what did I—” she begins to scold as she redirects her attention back to her son, soon after interrupted by a knock on her door. “Listen, we'll talk about it later. Go get one of your coloring books and sit still while I answer the door, please and thanks my love.”  She adjusts her appearance to a palatable state, then finally marches toward the door and turns the lock to slowly open. MONTY @Maxim
  17. Seven Nation Army

    .intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #191919; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 400px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(0%) contrast(75%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 220px; width: 320px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 9px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } And the message coming from my eyes says leave it alone "On the contrary, you're the one who seems to be in a rush," Dawson comments with an annoyed chuckle laced beneath his growl, then slants his intense eyes as he studies Sebastian's strange, off-kilter demeanor. Their history together had always been particularly sordid and complex. Having met through a dark, treacherous time for Sebastian and his small family, Dawson sought to "help" him, but also take advantage of the once lost soul. He strived to offer guidance; give purpose to each of those who felt no longer had any. He saw himself to be a leader. A king. A judge, jury and executioner. A savior. And Sebastian was just one of many souls Dawson took control over, so they could pay their dues and assumedly find life again. The problem, however, was Dawson's inability to quietly set his souls free. With time, he grew an attachment; an obsession. No soul could escape from his underworld without being roped back in. And in Sebastian's assumed perturbation, Dawson Clarke could sense that another one of his souls were ready to break away. "Call her a fucking cab and get in," he orders, while rolling his eyes forward toward the windshield, then back. "I know you're not used to sitting in the passenger seat, but I'm gonna take you for a drive." As Sebastian continues to pose by his car, beneath the crisp moonlight, visibly anxious and frustrated, all Dawson could see through his filter of crimson was his former associate: Bobby Carter. The man in question who, identically to Sebastian, had been eager to escape Dawson's maze, to the kingpin's dismay. Both men were favorite toys of Mr. Clarke, despite the hearts and minds of their own. But more importantly, both were exceptional at the jobs allocated to them. He just couldn't let go. The nippy air becomes near tangible as it crawls across the trio's exposed skin like a swarm of spiders, marking the overwhelming tension, as well as the evil doings still left to be done, whether Sebastian liked it or not. "Hello? Why the hell are you just standing there, staring at me like that? Hurry up! I thought I was a busy man?" MONTY @Queen of Hens
  18. Doll Parts

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  19. Not Moderated: Backlot

    these slay   by UltraRaw26 on Twitter
  20. Can an educated TNA stan pull up to me privately, I'm trying to be fair/accurate as I dwindle down my top 15. So far I have 13 out of 15 girls it seems locked in, one uncertainty, and one open slot. IDK if I should give the number of KOs I have, but let's just say it's not big.
  21. The fact The Bellas have to be averaged out in the three categories which will probably hurt them in the long run, we Army the clowns lmao, maybe it's deserved.  
  22. No China and still slaughtering, hopefully this stops studios from being so scared to be liberal with their tentpoles out of fear that it'll hurt global box office