#danielle rhodes

[kitsunetsuki]

Clive Arrowsmith - Barbara Bach Wearing Zandra Rhodes, Hair by Leonard of Mayfair, Colour by Daniel Galvin, from The World of Hair Colour: The Art and Techniques of Modern Hair Colour by Daniel Galvin (1977)

[milesworld96]

AEW & WWE X TEXT POSTS AGAIN🤯🤯🤯

[girlchomp]

"now you see me" more like now i see fucking nothing bc there is NO ONE HERE the fandom is in the GRAVE

[iamfarfromvibingrightnow]

"I came into the world with the wrong family, but I’m leaving with the right one. I love you guys."

can you tell i miss them immensely

[supakixbabe]

Thank you MattJacksonOOC(Erin&Dave) for saving this clip and bringing it back.

[broadwayfan92]

Waiting for Now You See Me 3 after rewatching the first two movies:

[bullet-prooflove]

Give me three items and a character and I'll write you a story or three

Based on a fun little writing exercise I worked through with a client who was having creativity issues the other day.

[ijustthinkevilunoisneat]

The most talented and sexiest person in any room

[superblizzardfire]

Grumpy detective man makes everything better

[milesworld96]

I’ve been possessed

[the-hottest-band-tournament]

Round Three of The Hottest 80s Band Tournament

Bauhaus

Defeated opponents: Jethro Tull, Nirvana

Formed in: 1978

Genres: Post-punk, gothic rock, art rock, avant-funk, avant-garde, experimental

Lineup: Peter Murphy - vocals

Daniel Ash - guitars

Kevin Haskins - drums and keyboard

David J - bass and keyboard

Albums from the 80s: 

In The Flat Field (1980)

Mask (1981)

The Sky's Gone Out (1982)

Burning from the Inside (1983)

Propaganda: I'd kill a man for my cheekbones to look like Daniel Ash's

P. S. Whoever reads it, what looks cool on 80s rock stars may be actually bad for you, if you look like that maybe it's the time to go to doctor or at least take a proper meal.

Duran Duran

Defeated opponents: Starship

Formed in: 1979

Genres: Pop rock, synth-pop, new wave, new pop, dance-rock, post-disco

Lineup: Simon Le Bon- vocals

Nick Rhodes- keyboards

John Taylor- bass

Andy Taylor- guitar

Roger Taylor- drums

Albums from the 80s: 

Duran Duran (1981)

Rio (1982)

Seven and the Ragged Tiger (1983)

Notorious (1986)

Big Thing (1988)

Propaganda: You can't do a hottest 80s band tournament without The Fab Five. They set off fashion trends. They made your Mom (or possibly your grandma if you're real young) swoon. They led the way into the video era. They were Princess Di's favorite band. They got really overexposed, botched a performance at Live Aid and then imploded before coming back as a trio but the classic line-up, the one that brought us Rio and Girls on Film and Hungry Like the Wolf were these five guys. This is Duran Duran and I love them.

Visual propaganda for Bauhaus:

[anomalisa92]

I can't deal with this shit anymore...

[hermionegalathynius]

Found Family (4/?)

So I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of positive reactions this story is getting. I just want to say thank you to everyone who takes the time to like or reblog or comment my work because it means the world to me.

Fandom: Now You See Me

Pairing: Danny Atlas x Reader

Warnings: Some swearing — read at your own discretion.

Part 3

  “Hello New York!” Danny exclaimed, stepping forward and greeting the crowd. They screamed. 

  “Thank you so much! Hey, it’s great to be back! And have you met our newest Horsemen, the May sisters! Y/n and Lula!”

  The audience cheered louder and you and Lula waved, bright smiles on both your faces. Danny grinned back at you with a wink. 

  “Feels good right?”

  You nodded, “Yep.”

  “Pretty good,” Lula said, walking across the stage, “Pretty good.”

  Danny turned back to the audience and started to calm them, “Thank you, thank you.”

  The cheering quietened.

  “Um, okay. We want to talk to you about your privacy. What does your privacy mean to you?”

  “Because apparently to Owen Case, it means absolutely nothing,” Merritt continued.

  The audience looked around nervously. Your smile widened as you moved to stand next to Danny.

  “No actually, Merritt, it means less than absolutely nothing,” you said before addressing the audience, “You see, Owen’s mocked your privacy. He’s scorned it.”

  Danny nodded, running a discreet hand down your back and loosening the tension in your shoulders. You tried not to blush in front of an audience of people. 

  “Right,” he continued, “and we’re not just talking about the things that you already agreed to when you signed probably without reading the terms and conditions of Octas 1 through 7.”

  “So,” Lula began, “Before we start the show, we had Owen agree to a few terms of our own.”

  You grinned at her, proud of her for reaching this dream. She looked so comfortable up there, talking to the audience. You were glad to be able to do it with her, too.

  “So everything that he had once considered private…” Lula trailed off.

  Your heart dropped to your stomach as her mic cut out. One glance at Danny told you he understood and he quickly walked over to Lula.

  “Yeah, everything that he once considered private is now…” his mic cut off too.

  “Shit,” you whispered, not bothering to mind your language as you assumed yours had cut off too. 

  The screen behind you flashed and white noise filled the theatre. People screamed. 

  “Oh my,” a computer-generated voice echoed through the room, “As the Horsemen like to say, magic is about controlling perception.”

  You gazed up at the shifting face that appeared on the screen. Someone grabbed your arm gently and you turned to see Danny. 

 “Y/n!” He exclaimed, “Are you alright?”

  You swallowed, fear piercing through you, “I… yeah. Yeah I’m okay. What’s going on, Danny?”

  He shook his head, “I don’t know.”

  “You see them as the champions of the truth,” the voice continued, “but are they? Or is that just another one of their illusions?”

  “Shit shit shit,” Merritt was saying as he and Lula joined you and Danny in the middle of the stage, “Where’s Dylan?”

  “And Jack?” Lula added. 

  “So since they clearly love secrets, let’s reveal some of theirs.”

  “Danny, everyone, get off the stage,” Dylan’s voice crackled through the coms, “Jack, go with them. I’ll see you at the meet up point.”

  Danny’s hand moved down your arm and gripped yours. You squeezed his fingers in response.

  “Let’s go,” he said, pulling you off the stage behind him. 

  The four of you began running, the voice echoing behind you clear as day. 

  “Do you recall the death of Jack Wilder? What if I told you he’s not just alive, but he’s actually right here.”

  Jack’s alarmed face under his security cap was displayed on a screen you passed as you ran out of the backstage area.

  “Dammit,” you heard Danny mutter. His hand was still firmly clasped around yours. Normally you would be bothered by the tightness, but adrenalin was coursing through your veins and you were just that desperate not to lose track of him in this chaos. 

  “And do you know who else is here? The FBI. Let’s let them in, shall we? And now for the big reveal…”

  “Where’s the door to the roof?” Danny called to Jack as the younger man joined the group running to the meeting point. 

  “Take the next left then up the stairs,” Jack said. 

  “There’s a fifth Horseman, and he’s the biggest criminal of them all. FBI agent Dylan Rhodes.”

  The five of you punched through the door to the roof. 

  “How the hell could this happen? I thought Dylan had everything under control!” Merritt yelled.

  “Yeah. Apparently he didn’t,” Danny said, quietly frustrated in the way you knew he could get.

  Merritt whirled on the illusionist, and something in his expression told you Danny wouldn’t like what he was about to say. 

  “Maybe you’re the leak, Dan. Where’ve you been sneaking off to?” Merritt demanded. 

  Danny let go of your hand and advanced on the mentalist, “Don’t you dare for a second insinuate that I had anything to do with this!”

  “I’m not insinuating, that’s your-“ Merritt began to retort, but Jack cut in. 

  “Let’s get to the truck, come on!”

  You all ran to the black tube. Danny nudged you in front of him, and you jumped in. 

  Gritting your teeth against the roller-coster sensation in your gut, you crossed your arms over your chest and noted with some curiosity the pulsing sound coming from the gaps in the tube. 

  You could also hear Jack sliding ahead of you and Danny behind you. After a moment you also heard Merritt screaming further back. 

  Then, with a thud you tumbled into a laundry basket. 

  “Wha…” you breathed, getting a split second to gaze around at your surroundings before Danny slammed into you. 

  “Oof,” he said, “Sorry. You okay?”

  You winced, “Yeah. A little bruised, but I’ve had worse. You?”

  He nodded as Lula and Merritt tumbled into the basket next to you, “Yeah. What the hell is going on?”

  “Wasn’t there supposed to be a truck?” Merritt asked, clambering out of the basket. The rest of you followed his lead. Asian people in white aprons started yelling at you, shoving you through a crowded, steamy kitchen.

  “Wait,” Danny said in between being shoved by Chinese chefs, “did you mis-run the tube?”

  “No, I put it in the truck, I know I did!” Jack exclaimed, bumping into you while trying to dodge an oncoming tray. 

  “We’re really not in the truck right now,” you said, stumbling into Danny who reached back and grabbed your hand, the sensation becoming familiar to you.

  “Somebody must have moved the tube,” Merritt said, as you all moved through a set of doors into what looked like a restaurant, “Were we above a Chinese restaurant?”

  “I’m moving, relax!” Lula yelled at the man who was shoving her out of the kitchen. 

  “Okay, why are we here?” you demanded.

  “Why am I frickin’ starving?” Lula asked, staring at the Chinese food everywhere.

  “Yeah, I’m weirdly starving too,” Jack mused.

  At their words your own stomach growled, responding to the smell of noodles and stir fry surrounding you.

  Merritt moved towards the door, popping his head outside. 

  “Something’s very wrong,” you told Danny softly.

  He nodded, brows furrowed, “Yeah, I agree.”

  “At least,” Lula began as Merritt returned, “And I know this isn’t much consolation, but apparently we’re now surrounded by Chinese food. Right?”

  “Guys…” Merritt said and you all turned to look at him, “I think where we are right now, they don’t refer to it as ‘Chinese food’. It’s just called… food.”

  “Shit,” you muttered.

  “Wait, what are you saying?” Danny asked, “How is this possible?”

  A high pitched giggle directed all of your attention to the man with a perm sitting at the table nearest you, facing away with a menu held up in front of his face. 

  “I believe in your particular parlance, the word is ‘magic’.”

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@pulling-out-my-eyes

[imembarressedsohere]

The Horsemen Edit.

[stuffimscaredtoshowpeopleiknow]

Just a fun little NYSM tribute I made to celebrate the announcement of the third movie. (I'm a little late to the party haha)