filming began

before ya’ll jump on To The Bone (2017) for romanticizing eating disorders in the same way 13rw  romanticizes suicide, keep in mind that the film is written and directed by Marti Noxon who based the film on her own personal struggles with eating disorders and stars lily collins who has also been very public about her battles with eating disorders. also the cast (including Keanu Reeves) have been raising awareness about eating disorders since early 2016 (when they began filming). of course you should steer clear of any potentially triggering content if you have an ed, I just wanted to point out that To The Bone has not been composed in the same circumstance as 13rw

but ALSO A HUGE CONGRATULATIONS TO PEPPERMINT

the first trans woman to be out when filming began and kick ass all the way to the top 2! She is stunning and talented and I am so proud of her for going out there and be absolutely amazing and being a loud and proud voice for trans queens <3

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On the Coastal Tip of Jamaica, actress Candice Patton stands barefoot in a sheer yellow dress before settling turquoise waters. Her arms sway back and forth as the Caribbean air billows through the thigh-high slit. She gives the camera a small smile as the sun radiates off her skin and the tide tiptoes towards the shore. The Instagram boomerang I’m glancing at has now been viewed over 200,000 times by her 1.2 million-user following.

It’s mid-June; a median between two milestones in Candice’s life - two weeks before her 29th birthday, and two weeks after the Season 3 finale of The Flash aired in homes nationwide. The superhero fiction show, based on the DC Comics character of the same name, stars Candice as Iris West, opposite Grant Gustin as the titular hero, Barry Allen. In the last three years, The Flash has garnered over 15 awards, with Candice herself most recently winning a Saturn Award for “Best Supporting Actress on Television”. It makes sense that CBS Watch! Magazine would send her over to the Caribbean for a photoshoot. 

The CW star calls me from her residence in Los Angeles on a Friday afternoon, after her trip in Jamaica. I expect her to sound exhausted from her jet setting, but she’s not. To my astoundment, there’s a lot on her mind. I come to realize that, unlike Iris West, Candice Patton is equipped with a power of her own.

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Off-duty LAPD officer fires gun during physical struggle with Latino teenage boy

  • An armed off-duty Los Angeles police officer fired his weapon during a scuffle with a 13-year-old boy on Tuesday, sparking protests in Anaheim, California, on Wednesday night.
  • According to KTLA 5, the Anaheim Police Department cited kids continually walking on the officer’s lawn as the reason for the altercation. Cell phone footage, however, suggests there’s more to the story.
  • A bystander began filming once the struggle was already underway and later posted the video to YouTube. 
  • In it, a teenage boy in a hooded sweatshirt pushes back against a bald man in a blue checkered shirt who is holding him by the collar. Read more (2/23/17 6:40 AM)

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Some people find horror movies enough to give them sleepless nights, but what about films shrouded in real paranormal activity? One such movie is the black and white horror, Return to Babylon. This movie has a hoard of legends circulating around it and it’s evident as to why. The director, Alex Monty Canawati, and a number of cast members said that bizarre happenings frequently occurred on set. They reported feeling otherworldly and even evil entities lurking around and felt unseen hands grabbing at them. While this alone is extremely creepy, it was what was going on behind the scenes that proved to be terrifying. The director and editor of the film began to notice odd things inside the editing room. Mysterious figures began to appear in the negatives of the film and the faces of the actors began to distort, seemingly in fear or agony.

i loved that story about funny/awkward moment on the set of the mv, that they just began filming together with bebe for the first time and he was singing and then realised that everyone’s been staring at him for a few moments already, and it turned out that bebe had been like holding her fist @ him to bump for a “respect” gesture for at least 10 seconds and he was like “great tommo come on” i’m DYING

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Cartoon Saloon’s The Secret of Kells was first released on February 11, 2009.

Development on the film began in 1999 when director Tomm Moore and some of his friends first saw Richard Williams’s The Princess and the Cobbler (1993) and Disney’s Mulan (1998). The stylings of those two films - Persia for The Princess and the Cobbler (1993) and China for Mulan (1998) - inspired Moore to make a similarly styled film based on Irish art. (x)

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“The sequence seemed cursed from the beginning. On the initial take, Godzilla slid into the structure, but did only minor damage. Improvising on the spot, Nakajima reared his head back and roared in defiant rage. It was a nice try, but the shot was unacceptable. A second take was instituted, only this time the reverse happened: the technicians pulled on the ropes, which displaced the support rods too soon, resulting in the building’s collapse before the monster even touched it! A third take then ensued, with presumably all watching with bated breath. Nakajima smashed into the building with such force that the upper lip of the costume became dislodged, due to the latex skin being loosened from its base, an altogether not unwelcome development that would remain throughout portions of the filming, although oddly never utilized again in the later films. Nakajima then began clawing away as the support beams were again pulled. The building collapsed but Nakajima, blind in the suit, soon found himself flailing at empty air. Temporarily losing his balance, he desperately reached out with his left hand on the remaining part of the structure, then stabilized himself. It was a close, but acceptable, ‘take.’” –Peter H. Brothers, It’s a Beautiful “Thing”

Alarms In The Heart (Damian Wayne x Reader)

A/N: Have some Damian! There’s been a constant flow of nothing but Jason lately, so have some Damian to balance it out! I hope you like it! I wanted to give you guys some fluff to apologize for all the angst in The Joyride.

Warnings: None

Tagging: @solis200213 @pinkwitch21 @tigeragathe @gokusanfan @just-a-girl-maybe @queen-of-all-the-fandoms @holywinchesterness @battybe-my-writing @neverlandprincessjaz


Your breath hitched in your throat as Damian passed you swiftly in the hall. You hated yourself for the feelings that you harbored for him. He was your best friend, and you were sure he saw you as nothing more. Yet you couldn’t stop your heart from racing every time you were near him, or the strange giddiness that afflicted you in his presence.

You sighed lightly and continued on your way downstairs, a book in hand. You reached the living room, finding that the fireplace was lit, casting a warm orange glow across the room.

The pitter-patter of the rain outside was calming, and merged pleasantly with the crackling fire.

You settled into the far end of one of the long, forest green couches that surrounded the dark mahogany coffee table, nestling nicely into the corner where the cushions met the armrests, curling up and leaning into the back cushions. You opened your book and began to read, soon enough becoming enthralled in the story.

You’d been reading comfortably for about half an hour when you felt the cushions sink next to you and saw a figure from over the top of your book. Reluctantly, you looked up from the paged to see Damian sitting cross legged in front of you, waiting for you to notice him.

“Hi, Damian,” you greeted him pleasantly, giving a small smile and allowing the book to rest on your knees, trying to ignore your racing heart and the blush rising to your cheeks.

“Hello, (Y/N),” he returned, leaning back on his hands. “I’m bored. What are you reading?”

“It’s called Austerlitz, it’s really good,” you answered, picking up the book and showing him the front cover.

“Looks interesting,” he commented, obviously still bored. “Want to watch a movie? I’d say we could go out into the gardens and look for birds but Alfred won’t allow me outside in this weather.”

You nodded, smile growing slightly. “That sounds fun! What should we watch?”

“Grayson showed me a movie, but I can’t remember the title. It’s the one about the kaiju that come from the portal in the sea. The one we made fun of in the theatre?” Damian scrunched his nose up, trying to recall the name of the film.

“Oh! Pacific Rim? That one sounds good! Will Dick let us borrow it, though?” You cocked your head the the side and furrowed your brow.

“Who said he has to let us borrow it?” Damian asked with a mischievous smile.

You giggled in response, covering your mouth with your hand as you laughed. You could feel your face heating up and that damned giddiness bubbling up at that stupid smirk.

“Come on,” he prompted, grabbing your hand and pulling you off the couch.

Your blush intensified at the contact, and you couldn’t keep from noticing how warm his hand was on yours, and how his skin was rough and calloused, but his touch still gentle.

He led you up the stairs by the hand and through the long hallways of the manor, your footfalls soft against the dark hardwood floors. You reached the door to Dick’s room and Damian shushed you quietly before cracking open the door to see if anyone was inside.

To your luck, it was empty.

Damian turned around and began giving you instruction on what to do if Dick was to show up. “Distract him. Say you were trying to find him and…” Damian paused for a minute, biting his lip in thought.

“I need help with homework?” you suggested.

“Perfect,” Damian replied, wearing the same devilish smirk as before. “When I’m ready to come out I’m going to tap the door twice. If it’s all clear, repeat the two taps.” With that, he turned and entered the room, shutting the door behind him.

You stood watch outside the door, making sure Dick didn’t find Damian smuggling a DVD out of his room, smiling to yourself at Damian’s unnecessary signalling system.

A couple minutes later you heard two soft thunks from the other side of the door. You tapped your fingers gently against the wood and Damian quietly exited the room.

“Got it?” you asked as Damian checked across the hall to make sure that Dick hadn’t seen him leaving the room.

He grinned, pulling the DVD out from under his shirt and began to lead you back down into the living room.

On the way down the stairs, you tripped a few steps above the landing, and your breath caught as you were pitched forward, sending you and Damian tumbling down the last few steps.

It happened so fast you could barely process it, but Damian had far more training than you, and you felt him pull you into him as you fell, his arms wrapping tightly around you.

He landed on his back, making sure you received none of the impact. He groaned slightly when he hit the bottom, his arms still wrapped tightly around you.

You were blushing furiously. Your head was pressed against his chest and your legs were tangled together. When his hold around you finally loosened, you rolled off of him and sat up.

“Are you alright, bel- (Y/N)?” Damian asked, sitting up and moving over to you, scanning your face intently for bruises.

You nodded, casting your glance to the side as your cheeks heated up, trying to avoid meeting Damian’s concerned gaze. “I’m fine. I’m sorry I made us fall.”

“It’s fine.” He dismissed your mess-up uncharacteristically quickly. Usually he was one to hold a grudge, but he never seemed to be that way with you.

He helped you to your feet and you both went to the living room to watch the movie.

You turned the television system on and Damian put the DVD in the disc tray, pressing a few buttons to set up the DVD player.

Damian returned to the couch as the film began to play, settling down right next to you.

Your shoulders brushed together and you blushed for what seemed like the millionth time that day. Seemingly out of the blue, you felt Damian’s wrist against your forehead.

“Are you sick? You’ve been flushed all morning,” Damian inquired, once again giving you that concerned look.

“I’m not sick, Dami,” you told him, giving a small laugh. Your heart swelled at how concerned he was for you, but you reminded yourself that his actions were merely out of friendship.

“Alright,” Damian said, though he didn’t quite seem convinced.


As the movie played, Damian couldn’t help but find himself looking over at you constantly. It disappointed him greatly that you most likely didn’t reciprocate his feelings for you, and it disappointed him even more that you seemed completely oblivious to just how much he cared for you.

Somewhere in his mind, he had the urge to kiss you, right then and there, but he ignored this urge. He valued your companionship too much to ruin your friendship.

It was nearing the end of the movie, and he could tell you were getting sleepy.

Your head would fall slightly to one side before you shifted it back up and rubbed your eyes. He reminded himself to get you to take a nap once the movie was done before turning his attention back to the screen.

It wasn’t even a minute later when he felt a light pressure on his shoulder. He glanced to the side to see your head resting upon his shoulder, your eyes shut and your mouth parted. He gave the smallest of smiles and he could feel his heartbeat pick up pace.

He wanted to slap himself for the illogical nature of these feelings. Like he’d told himself before, the odds of you ever reciprocating them were slim to none.


You weren’t sure when you had fallen asleep, but you woke up drowsily, your head resting comfortably against- Oh. Oh dear.

You noticed that the movie was over, and that the television had turned off. A quick glance to the wall clock told you that you’d been asleep for maybe half an hour. How long had the movie been over? How long had Damian been sitting with nothing to do?

You looked up to his face as best you could from your position without moving your head too much.

His eyes were open, and his eyes travelled around the room, probably searching for something to end his boredom.

You sat up, drawing Damian’s attention, and looked down at your crossed legs. “I- uh- Sorry.” You muttered your apology. “I should probably- uh- go. I have some homework to do.”

“Y-yes. Father probably wants me to be training right now anyway. I-I’ll see you later,” he responded, standing quickly and walking away.

You sighed. It was nice while it lasted.

Damian made his way down to the cave and changed into his Robin uniform. Dick, Bruce and Tim were all there, Tim and Bruce at the console and Dick training with his escrima.

Damian drew his sword and warmed up a bit on a sparring dummy, trying to get his focus to shift away from his feelings for you, even if it was just for a little while. Despite his best efforts, his thoughts gravitated towards the topic, and soon it was all he was thinking about as he attacked the dummy relentlessly.

He had been training intensely, lost deep in his thoughts. His perception of time had apparently slipped away, because you entered the cave, carrying a platter, saying that you and Alfred had made them lunch. He could have sworn it was still only ten-o’clock that morning, but when he looked at the time on the Batcomputer it was the afternoon.

He sheathed his sword and made his way over to you, his heart pounding at the thought of what he was about to do.


You set the tray down on the table, starting to set out the food. You had just finished pouring lemonade for Dick when you saw Damian quickly approaching, a look on his face that you couldn’t read.

“Hey, Dami, I brought you guys some-”

You stopped mid sentence as Damian grabbed your hand and led you off into a secluded area of the cave.

When he stopped walking he moved to face you, his expression still unreadable to you.

“Dami?” you asked softly, looking up at him in curiosity, noticing that he hadn’t let your hand go.

He didn’t respond, his free hand moving to cup the side of your face.

“Damian what are you-”

Suddenly his lips were on yours.

You were shocked for a moment, but you kissed back, finding his lips surprisingly soft.

The kiss was chaste, and it was over sooner than you would have liked, although you were still having trouble processing that it had happened at all.

“I have wanted to do that for a very long time,” Damian said airily.

You stared up at him, still having trouble finding the words to say anything. “C-Can I kiss you again?”

Damian nodded, leaning down once again, and allowing his lips to brush against yours, his arms wrapping around your waist this time.

Your hands went to his shoulders and you stood on your toes. Maybe your odds were better than you had thought.

The “Kiss”

Of course, inspired by the TNHMB music video.

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“I kissed her cheek.” Shawn’s tells you over the phone, and for a second, you’re thoroughly confused. It sounds like he’s confessing something, but at the same time, kissing someone on the cheek is hardly something to confess to. At least not in your opinion, considering you come from a culture where people do that as a greeting. You can’t count the number of times you’ve kissed someone’s cheek when you barely even knew the person’s name.

“What are you talking about?” You question, still confused as to why this seems like a big deal to him.

“Ellie, I kissed her cheek for the video.” He clarifies. “It was supposed to look like an actual kiss,” He pauses then adds, “It was supposed to be an actual kiss, but I couldn’t do it.”

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Good to know there’s lots of Bughead fans in the audience at WonderCon from the sounds of the huge cheers when Roberto talks about putting Betty & Jughead together! ~ The decision was made way before the show even began filming so it’s entirely the writer’s choice and plan to always have Bughead happen and wasn’t influenced by fans unlike other shows ~

That Girl - Tom Holland

summary : Y/N has been infatuated with her Co-Star and friend Tom Holland for quite some time now, but can’t admit her feelings for him because of his girlfriend

word count : 1.9k

warnings : angst, sad reader, sad Tom, mentions of cheating, cursing.

pairing / characters : Tom Holland x reader, Harrison Osterfield x reader, Zendaya, OC, Jacob Batalon

prompt : “Can you make an angst fic with Tom Holland where the reader likes Tom but he has a gf or vice versa???” - anon

A/N : angst is my life. ughhh.

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Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

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Jessica Tandy, 1939, photo by Horst P. Horst, 50 years before Driving Miss Daisy. 

A British theatre actress before moving to New York in 1940, she created the role of Blanche Dubois in the original Broadway production of A Streetcar Named Desire in 1948. Her American film career began with The Seventh Cross in 1944, and she continued to make films up until her death in 1994. (Her last film was Nobody’s Fool with Paul Newman.)

Actually, You Know What? Case Reopened. 7.30.17

Due to additional evidence, we have come to the conclusion that we misunderstood what Phil was trying to tell us in the last video. Originally it came across as a bit of a slap in the face maybe a “listen here kiddos we have our own rooms.” But after some discussion and re-reviewing the evidence we have realized that Phil wasn’t telling us to back off he was just saying “simmer down kids don’t break the internet please” in his latest video.

Naturally, anticipation was high for this video. We thought in our demon phannie mindset that this would be a coming out of sorts. But we forgot that Phil Lester and Daniel Howell are and always will be sneakily subtle fellows. Phil made a tweet at 7pm my time, or 1am his time, that this was “another Sleepless Night With Phil night” (see picture below)

However, you can clearly see as he purposefully scrolls over to the download start time on Dream Daddy, he shows the time to be 8pm his time.

So what’s the truth? Phil clearly began to film this video well before 1am and then he tweeted that he would be filming one and lied about the times in the footage. He did so with such carelessness that it’s as though he hoped we would catch it. He clearly still wanted us to all chill out, so that’s what we should do. But he also left little hints for us.

For all we know he was sound asleep by 4am in his and Dan’s shared moon room. Or maybe all of us are just a little too demon-minded for our own good.

You decide.

-ash, MaK

Let’s put perspective on the latest video: During the past months, we were presented with changes and plenty of new information. But even through all of this there were calmer moments. Whenever it got to be “too much” or too much speculation, they would take a little step back to put the phandom on hold for a bit and let us calm down. And I guess that was just another one of these, but a bigger step back. Last week was too much, and we need to calm down a bit. It doesn’t mean everything is cancelled, it’s just “calm down, we know you can do it”. And if they want us to calm down a bit, we will.

- Yash

Rain (Stiles Stilinski)

Summary: a best friends to lovers fic based off the prompts, “we always share blankets on the couch, I’m sure sharing the bed for the night is fine too,” and, “your lips are getting really close to mine.”

Warnings: there’s a touch of swearing here and there!

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: clichés are a personal favourite. I hope you like this! :)

Originally posted by deathcabjenny

When you’d left to visit a newly opened diner with your best friend, Stiles, it wasn’t raining. In fact, the sky was such a clear amber colour that you were convinced you’d be able to see the stars when evening broke. By the time you were leaving the diner, however, you were shown to have made a grave assumption.

“It’s pouring, Stiles,” you said dryly, peering out the diner windows. Stiles was beside you, zipping up the front of his hoodie. 

“Well done for stating the obvious, Y/N,” Stiles teased, causing you to groan in frustration. You hadn’t had the sense to bring a hoodie; instead you were wearing a thin shirt and a pair of jeans. One look outside at the sheets of rain cascading from the sky was enough to make you regret your decision completely.

“We’ll need to run,” you murmured, wishing one of you had had the sense to bring a car.

Stiles snorted, shaking his head. “I’d rather not. The rain is fun, Y/N! Loosen up a little,” you gave him an unimpressed look, reaching out to push his shoulder playfully.

“That’s easy for you to say - you have a hood!” Stiles grinned at this, nodding gleefully as he flicked the hood over his head.

“We should leave, I think the waiter’s getting impatient,” Stiles said, gesturing to where your waiter was lingering beside a couple who were clearly after your booth.

Humming in agreement, you followed Stiles towards the bar where you’d been instructed to pay. “How much was it?” You queried, not remembering the sum printed on the receipt.

Stiles waved his hand, digging in his jeans for his wallet. He pulled it out a moment later, nimble fingers pulling out a few notes with a flourish. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll pay.” 

“Stiles-” you tried to interject, only to be on the receiving end from one of his infamous glares.

“Y/N, this was my idea! Let me pay for you. Please,” one glance at the earnest expression on your best friend’s face and you gave in, knowing his stubborn nature to be a force to be reckoned with.

“Fine,” you grumbled, waiting beside him as Stiles settled the tab.

Once the money was exchanged, Stiles linked your arms together and pulled you towards the door. You groaned, the icy rain outside looking the opposite of inviting. Stiles spoke up, giving your arm a squeeze, “we’ve got to face it eventually, may as well do it now. Besides, my house is only a five minute walk away.”

“Let’s do it,” you agreed, figuring it made more sense to get it over with.

To say the rain was heavy was an understatement: the moment you stepped outside, raindrops were splashing all over your body, coating you from head to toe. You shrieked, speeding up considerably. Still attached to Stiles, the both of you began to speed walk in the direction of his house, the rain making the journey slightly difficult.

By the time you stumbled into Stiles’ porch, you were completely soaked through.

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