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  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*    

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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!    

Self explanatory. What movie do you wish would come up with a sequel or another installment in its franchise? And for fun, what franchise do you wish would END? (image from VOX)

I want that rumored Volume 3 of Kill Bill with a grown up Vernita Green's daughter, the GAG  

We'll keep Kesha though, her easter egg is the only part of that movie I've seen and it was a bit of a serve

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So I was thinking about how movie soundtracks have made a huge comeback, and the fact that musical episodes of TV series happens quite often, so I'm wondering what is y'alls favorite music moment from a movie or TV series? It doesn't necessarily have to be from an actual musical, of course. Just a memorable moment where a song came together perfectly with a scene, perfectly encapsulating the emotion and adding to the context to help define it.  

Playable Batfamily please, I wanna explore the world as Catwoman or Huntress  

The essentials/classics:          

Film score moments:       The Lion King one forreal gives me goosebumps to this day, I literally have tears in my eyes right now  

I have so many movie ones, so I'll break them apart a bit. First teen movies:            

UGHHHHH YES    

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I'll start with this, which still makes me emotional to this fucking day. If you haven't watched Pose already, please do. And if you know you know.    

You're giving Yahya Abdul-Mateen II @Angelic  

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this is a fucking nightmare