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A director explains what it was like casting Rihanna in his movie: 'She's the queen'

Luc Besson has always had an eye for casting actresses who are mesmerizing on the big screen.

There was Natalie Portman in her breakout role in “Léon: The Professional,” model-turned-action star Milla Jovovich in “The Fifth Element,” Scarlett Johansson in “Lucy,” and for his latest movie, “Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets,” you can add two more names: Cara Delevingne and Rihanna.

Delevingne is one of the leads in this adaptation of the legendary French sci-fi graphic novel, while Rihanna plays a shape-shifting entertainer named Bubble.

Having already become one of the biggest artists in the music industry, Rihanna has moved her attention to movies and TV of late. She played Marion Crane in the latest season of “Bates Motel” and recently wrapped on the female-focused “Ocean’s Eleven” movie, “Ocean’s Eight.”

Besson talked to Business Insider and other press on Monday after showing the trailer for “Valerian,” and when Rihanna came up, he pointed out the surprising ease of working with the pop superstar.

“What was amazing was all the entourage is out, she’s on the set by herself, totally open, and you can mold her how you want,” he said. “There’s no distance, nothing. She waits for you to do something with her. She offers herself like clay.”

He admits, however, that he was shocked to get her on the set all. It seems she basically never has free time.

“The most difficult thing was trying to catch her to get her on set,” Besson said. “I think her schedule is worse than any president in the world - I couldn’t believe it. She can land at midnight, work until 2am, and I thought I was busy. But she’s the queen.”

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Meet your new Ocean’s Eight*

The almost complete cast for the all-female remake of ‘Ocean’s Eleven’ has been announced. Joining Sandra Bullock and Cate Blanchett are Rihanna, Anne Hathaway, Helena Bonham Carter, Mindy Kaling and Awkwafina (aka Nora Lum). *The movie is still looking for its 8th woman. But we have some ideas.

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could do an Eleven and female reader one. Where the reader has never been dated or even told that she's pretty. And eleven cutely gives her her first kiss.

Yooooo, the second one of the night. I might stay up until we leave for Black Friday shopping. Enjoy, I really had fun writing this one! :3

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“Good mornin’ Y/N!” The Doctor greeted cheerfully when you walked into the console room.

“Morning, Doctor.”

“How was your beauty sleep?” He leaned on the TARDIS console casually, but ended up flipping a switch accidentally.

“Great!” You smiled. I wouldn’t call it beauty sleep… You thought to yourself bitterly.

“Good! Good… How does a rock concert sound for today?” He fumbled around the console to fix what he’d done before.

“What band?”

“It’s a surprise.” He looked away mysteriously, but broke the facade when he glanced back at you in the corner of his eyes. Suddenly he bounded towards you and whispered, “What’s your favorite band?" With a chuckle you whispered back and he scrambled back to the console. "Geronimo!”

You hustled over to the console and grabbed hold before you were flung to the ground. “I guess it’s no use asking where we’re going?” You joked and waited for the TARDIS to level off before letting go.

“So, Y/N, I never realized how much I didn’t know about you.” The Doctor leaned on the console; making sure he didn’t flip any switches or push any buttons.

“Well, I don’t know much about you…” You blushed and looked away.

“Okay, what’s my favorite food?”

“Fish fingers and custard.”

“Where am I from?”

“Gallifrey.”

“Most prized possession.”

“I’d say sonic screwdriver or bow tie.” You smiled and then looked away again, realizing you just proved yourself wrong.

“So, what’s there to know about you? How about your favorite color? Places you want to visit? Your family?" You answered his questions openly and got a few laughs out of it while telling him stories of your wacky family and friends. "What about a bloke?”

“A b-bloke?”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’ve got someone special back home.” He smiled and you looked at the ground with a slight heat in your cheeks. “C'mon, I’m guessing he’s taken you around London to some bakery or cafe.” He smiled sweetly and you shook your head. “Or maybe to the Eye.” You felt a tear forming in your eye. “Or–”

Doctor!” You stomp your foot and he shuts up quickly. The sudden change in mood surprised both of you. You didn’t expect to explode like that. “I-I don’t have a ‘bloke.’” You sniffed, trying to hold in your tears, and wished that you could hide in a void where no one would bother you. “I never have. I never will.” The waterworks switched on and you couldn’t control the wave of water stinging your eyes.

“Y/N…” The Doctor stepped forward and you tried to wipe your eyes dry as fast as you could with your sleeves. “I didn’t know–”

“Ever since I was younger, I’ve always been the odd one out in my group of friends. All of us were googly-eyed for boys, it was normal for girls our age, but no matter what happened my friends would always end up with a boyfriend, or something close to it. I would end up empty-handed.” You sobbed and covered your eyes, feeling your legs grow weak. “At first I was envious of them. Then I started thinking that maybe the guy I was looking for wasn’t there, so I kept my options open. Over the years,” you sniffed, “I realized that no boy would ever like me. No boy would ever hold my hand. No boy would ever call me pretty.”

You hid your face with your hands and kept your head down and heard the Doctor’s footsteps melt with the echo of your sobs. You felt something rest on the top of your shoulders and looked up to see the Doctor with a regretful face.

“I’m sorry for making your cry, Y/N.” You wiped your face and listened. “I didn’t know.” He hugged you and you lifted your arms to return it. After a moment of silence–besides the TARDIS’ hums–the Doctor muttered something. “Y/N?”

“Yes?”

He pulled you from the hug. “I think you’re beautiful.” He leaned in and your lips met. Your stomach felt like it was doing flips, your limbs started to shake, and you had never realized how cold your lips were before, compared to now, that is. Even though you’d given up on the pursuit of romance long ago, you’d never expected your first kiss to come from someone like the Doctor. You were… you, and he was… him.

After he pulled away, you felt your face go red. The thought of looking him in the eyes scared you, so you averted your gaze. You fumbled for something to say. “Um… erm…” Since you couldn’t think of anything, you covered your face with your hands.

“Well, we’ve landed.” The Doctor pointed out. “Ready to go?” He paused and you peeked between your fingers to see that he held his elbow out for you. You hesitate, but link arms with him and let him lead the way.

He locked the door behind him and tossed the keys in the air as the two of you walked off. You glanced at the Doctor and quickly gave him a peck on the cheek. “Thank you, Doctor.” Without another word, you headed towards the concert hall where your band would be performing.

It should go without saying, but don’t repost. Just reblog it. I’d be very disappointed and mad that my work was uncredited.

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could do an Eleven x Female one where The Doctor is convinced you're dead because you went missing while he was busy saving earth for the umpteenth time and then he finds you afterward? And I love your blog❤️❤️

Thank you, deary! Enjoy!

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“Y/N!” The Doctor called your name. “Y/N! Where are you?” You couldn’t hear his cries, though, because you were lost in the unfamiliar city that you two were saving. You got separated while he was doing the saving, and you were following, and was scared. You didn’t know your way back to the TARDIS and had no idea where or when you were.

“Y/N!” The Doctor cried in desperation while searching every nook and cranny for you. He’d hoped you two were just separated, and that he’d find you, but that hope was dying away with every piece of rubble he uncovered that wasn’t hiding your body.

His mind started to fear the worst had happened; probably the worst fate any of his companions could face while under his supervision. Death. It was the thing he feared the most, not for him, but for any person that set foot in the TARDIS; who decided to travel with him; who accepted the dangers that filled his life.

The Doctor fell to his knees in front of a pile of rubble and stared into it as if it were an infinite abyss. He recollected all the adventures you two had shared; the Daleks, the Angels, the underwater amusement park, and everything else. He remembered the soft touch of your hand in his, the sweet smile that brightened any room, and your laugh. Oh that laugh.

He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a pocket watch that he taught you to fix. It was one you’d found lying around the TARDIS one day, and you were intent on fixing it. It brought back bittersweet memories. He held up the pocket watch up to his forehead and closed his eyes. A tear rolled down his cheek and splashed against the pavement.

Then the guilt started to flood in. All those times he promised you that he’d never let anything hurt you, that he’d protect you no matter what—he broke his promise the moment you two had separated.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m so, so sorry.” He started to cry more…

Little did he know you were close by. The street seemed a tad familiar to you, so you tried to find the blue police box. While searching, you heard the faint echoes of what sounded like sobs. It was easy to hear because this part of the city was destroyed and everyone had fled to the parts that were still in one piece.

You followed the noises to the block to your left and held your jacket tighter. It was getting a little chilly and this coat was the only thing you had. Upon rounding the corner, you see piles of rubble everywhere; there were windows bashed in, cars turned over, and smoke or steam rising up from certain buildings. It looked like hell had broken loose.

When you heard the sobs had gotten louder—closer—you thought about how familiar it sounded. It wasn’t so much that you’d heard it before, but something about it seemed familiar. You walked closer to the sobbing, and saw a figure on his knees with his fists up to his face.

“Doctor?” He was too far away to tell if it was actually him, but the man had his hair and his jacket.

The man looked up from his fists and turned to see who was there. Once he saw your face, and you his, he dropped what was in his hands. “Y/N?”

“Doctor!” You called and started to run. He stumbled to his feet clumsily and nearly tripped at least three times while running to you.

When you two met, he practically tackled you in an embrace. You patted his back, more than glad to see him, and almost squealed as he lifted you into the air while spinning in a small circle. He set you back down to the solid ground and pulled away with his hands on your shoulders. “I thought— I thought you were—” He stuttered, and you frowned in confusion.

“What?”

“I thought you were gone.” He stared into your eyes with his teary ones and held your face in his shaky hands. “I’m so sorry I left you. After I promised you—” His words were cut off by your lips pressing together.

"I’m fine now, it’s okay.” You reassured once you parted.

“I will never leave you ever again.” He pulled you into another embrace and you couldn’t help but return it. “Let’s head back to the TARDIS, Y/N. Our work here is done.” He lets go and reaches for your hand. Your fingers entwine and the two of you stroll off to find wherever the blue box has been hidden.

It should go without saying, but don’t repost. Just reblog it. I’d be very disappointed and mad that my work was uncredited.

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Hey, everyone! Because we have hit almost 35,000 followers, we wanted to do something fun for all of you!

From October 1st - October 31st, we will be running a Stranger Things Appreciation Month. If you’d like to participate, make sure to tag all of your work with ‘strangertam’ so we can reblog it here.

The categories are: 

Day 1: Favorite dynamic (between characters)
Day 2: Best Lucas scene
Day 3: Saddest death
Day 4: Best Nancy scene
Day 5: Funniest moment
Day 6: Favorite outfit
Day 7: Best Steve scene
Day 8: One underrated character
Day 9: Stranger Things + Food (i.e eggos, pudding, jonathan making breakfast) 
Day 10: Best Mike scene
Day 11: Favorite villain
Day 12: Character development
Day 13: Best Dustin scene
Day 14: Favorite quote
Day 15: Fall colors
Day 16: Favorite female character
Day 17: Best Eleven scene
Day 18: Favorite song from the soundtrack
Day 19: Kindest character
Day 20: AU
Day 21: Favorite hairstyle
Day 22: Best Joyce scene
Day 23: Favorite male character
Day 24: Two locations
Day 25: Best Jonathan scene
Day 26: Favorite cast interview
Day 27: A moment that broke your heart
Day 28: Best Jim scene
Day 29: The Upside-Down
Day 30: Creepiest scene(s)
Day 31: Free for all. (Gifs, Edits, Videos, Art, Your Stranger Things inspired Halloween Costume. All of it is welcome.)

Here’s a story,
At my old school there was an event called St.Baldrick’s. Every year students would raise money for childhood cancer research by volunteering to have their hair shaved off. My female friend raised $1,400 by herself. She was beautiful when she had long locks, and she is beautiful with a shaved head. The eleven females who volunteered are beautiful. Not only from what they had done, but their physical appearance as well.

Here’s another story,
I was 9 when I heard about a program called Locks of Love. Girls would cut 10+ inches of their hair for children with long-term medical hair loss. I donated 13 inches, which left my hair just below the chin. Looking back, I don’t believe I have ever felt as beautiful as I did in that moment. Not only from my appearance, but what I had done.

Those who participate in St. Baldrick’s are beautiful, those who donate their hair are beautiful, those with short hair by choice are beautiful, and those with long hair are beautiful.

The length of your hair does not indicate your beauty.