BREAKING NEWS FROM THE GLAM UNIVERSE: Hunter Schafer has escaped the simulation and gone full fashion goddess on the streets of L.A.—and Chateau Marmont may never recover.
The 26-year-old star of Euphoria (a.k.a. your favorite source of eyeliner inspo and emotional trauma) and Cuckoo (yes, that’s a real show and not just our mental state) linked arms with her real-life glam fairy godmother, stylist Dara Allen, for a night of opulence, drama, and probably overpriced fries.
Let’s set the scene: Hunter is SERVING in a cream satin top, tan pants smoother than your last situationship, and black boots that stomp like they’re about to cancel your ex. And the yellow bag? BABY, it’s giving sunshine in a clutch. Meanwhile, Dara rolled up in a white dress and matching jacket looking like the final boss of a luxury anime.
And why are they out? Honestly, they don’t need a reason. But dinner was mentioned. Probably something chic. Probably $87 for a lettuce leaf. Chateau Marmont isn’t exactly Taco Bell, babe.
ICYMI: Euphoria Season 3 is back in production, and apparently there’s a whole new roster of beautiful, moody Gen Zs joining the cast—because why stop at emotional damage when you can add a whole new level of ✨trauma-core✨?
Also, let’s not forget that earlier this year, Hunter made headlines for clapping back at outdated passport drama. Trump tried it, and Hunter said “delete my gender from your dusty little database, thanks.”
Moral of the story? Don’t mess with Hunter Schafer. She walks into the Chateau like she owns it, rewrites fashion rules in a single blink, and might casually bring down a presidency on her way to dessert.
BREAKING: Edward Cullen and Rockstar Barbie (aka Robert Pattinson and Suki Waterhouse) have emerged from their crypt—I mean, apartment—to secure the sacred nectar of the gods: overpriced New York City coffee ☕️💅
The vampire prince, 39, wore what can only be described as “I-just-rolled-outta-bed-but-still-hot” core: a brown jacket, white tee, gray dad shorts, a baseball cap, and shades that whispered, “Don’t talk to me unless you’re Kristen Stewart in 2009.”
Meanwhile, Suki, 33, looked like she just finished filming Fast & Furious: Pilates Drift in a black and red biker jacket with yoga pants so powerful they could probably levitate.
But WAIT—plot twist! James Gunn just announced that Rob’s next bat-flick, The Batman Part II: Emo Boogaloo, is delayed again (bye bye 2026, hello 2027). So we’ve got a full two years to theorize about Gotham’s skincare routine.
And speaking of mystery… an Emmy-winning actress recently hinted that Rob & Suki might secretly be MARRIED. Like legally. With rings. And paperwork. 😱 No confirmation yet—but you better believe we’re watching like FBI agents in a CW teen drama.
Stay tuned for more caffeinated celeb chaos 🕵️♀️💍
Bad Bunny just served up a cold plate of nope to your North American tour fantasies. In a new interview with Variety, El Conejo Malo basically said, “Catch me in Puerto Rico or not at all, peasants.” 🇵🇷💁♂️
🗣️ The Two Words That Shattered America:
“It’s unnecessary.”
YES. That’s the entire reason he gave for skipping a U.S. tour. No essay. No notes. Just ✌️ vibes and “figure it out, babes.”
🐰 Bad Bunny’s Fantasy? NOT Coachella. Try: Free Concerts for Locals Only
He’s dreaming BIG: massive, free, locals-only ragers in PR. He wants it to be full-on hometown hero mode, and honestly? Respect. But also, jealous sobbing noises from everyone else not on the island.
🏠 “I Miss Home, Y’all” Energy
Apparently, the whole new album era started because Benito felt homesick. “One lyric turned into a novel of emotions,” he said, probably while shirtless and sipping something absurdly exotic. He’s not plotting world domination. He’s just vibing and journaling.
💅 “I’m Not Taylor Swift, OKAY?”
He said what he said. No Eras. No sparkly nostalgia tracks performed in a stadium shaped like a bunny. He literally said, “I’m not Taylor Swift” and “don’t get too excited.” A.K.A. y’all aren’t getting a 3-hour theatrical meltdown with 12 costume changes. You’re getting Debí Tirar Más Fotos and a sprinkling of the hits like glitter on a churro.
🧠 Mental Health? Guarded Like Beyoncé’s WiFi Password
“I protect my mental and heart space, bien cabrón,” Benito said, which loosely translates to: “I don’t mess with weird vibes, fake friends, or people who text ‘k.’” He still rolls with the day-ones, and honestly, we love that.
🏗️ “At Least I’m Not Laying Cement at 5 A.M.”
He’s grateful. But also self-aware. Bad Bunny knows he’s not out here building bridges or teaching algebra. “I just sing, cabrón,” he humbly flexed, while wearing pants more expensive than your car.
🚗 The Life of a Bunny in Hiding
Security is so intense he’s basically living in a tricked-out SUV like it’s Fast & Furious: Puerto Rico Drift. Imagine being this famous you don’t even know what outside smells like anymore.
🧓 He’ll Be Performing Till He’s a Grandpa
Your grandkids will STILL be seeing him on stage, doing full-body thrusts with orthopedic shoes on. He said, “The stage is where I’m happiest.” And we believe it. Imagine being 80 and still making crowds lose their minds with one pelvic pop.
🎭 Acting Like a Star (Literally)
Bad Bunny doesn’t just say yes to any script. No cheesy rom-coms or “Fast & Furious 17: Bunny Drift.” He wants roles that challenge him—basically Daniel Day-Lewis with better brows.
🧊 “Two Shows in Sweden?? Bro I Thought It Was a Prank.”
Even Benito’s out here getting bamboozled by his own tour schedule. TWO NIGHTS in Sweden??? IKEA wasn’t ready for that.
No U.S. tour. Cry about it.
No Taylor Swift spectacle. Heal from it.
Yes to Puerto Rican pride, emotional albums, and luxury bunny chaos.
Catch him in Puerto Rico if you’re lucky. If not? Stream the album and manifest. Or move. 🐇🔥 #BadBunny #NotTaylorSwift #PuertoRicoOnlyTour2025
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London is currently experiencing a Category 5 Theatrical Earthquake because Miss Rachel Zegler has ascended to the West End as Eva Perón in Evita and she is SERVING balcony realness like she’s running a government and a Broadway bootleg at the same time.
👑 At the ripe old age of 23 (basically a fetus in Hollywood years), Rachel has launched into her second pro stage role and said, “Yeah I’ll sing to the crowd… but like, from the heavens.” Every night outside the London Palladium, she pops out onto an actual balcony and belts “Don’t Cry for Me Argentina” directly to the plebs—I mean, fans—on the street like some glamorized political ghost with a Tony Award dream.
Naturally, TikTok, X, and every theatre gay within WiFi range lost their collective wigs. People were like: “IS THIS PROMO? IS THIS REAL? IS SHE IN THE TRUMAN SHOW?” No babe, it’s just method acting with extra steps.
BUT OF COURSE—dramaaaa. Some theatre snobs are Big Mad™️ because the paying audience watches this iconic moment on a livestream inside while Rachel is outside channeling ghost princess energy. Like, imagine dropping £120 on a seat and then watching the main event on a glorified FaceTime.
However, the Internet clapped back harder than a RuPaul lip sync battle. One fan tweeted, “It’s symbolic! Evita’s literally singing to the people! The poor! The overlooked! The street rats of London! Art!” Another added, “The director really said: eat the rich… and also watch theatre from the sidewalk.”
And listen… the vibes are immaculate. Rachel is giving “revolutionary glamour” with a side of Broadway eleganza. According to What’s On Stage (aka the Vogue for theatre kids), the choice totally checks out—Eva did sing from the Presidential Palace balcony in real life, so this is historically accurate cosplay with a sprinkle of Rent-core.
✨Want to witness this balcony magic IRL? Just lurk outside the Palladium around 9pm, manifest a good spot, and maybe wear sequins. Bonus points if you sob dramatically into a flag.
🎥 And yes, there’s already a video of it online. Because of course there is. Go watch it before your grandma sends it to the family group chat and calls her “that girl from the Disney channel.”
This courtroom drama is juicier than a Love Island finale and messier than your ex’s group chat receipts. It’s got Blake Lively, Taylor Swift, shirtless Justin Baldoni, and a rogue iPhone that’s probably seen things we mere mortals could never imagine. Let’s dive in, but wear floaties—this tea is DEEP.
So basically, Queen Blake Lively tried to hit the legal brakes and go “Hey Judgey Wudgey, please don’t drag Taylor into my courtroom chaos.” But Judge Lewis Liman said NOPE and swiped left on that motion faster than someone finding their cousin on Tinder.
This is all happening because Blake and Justin Baldoni—who co-starred in It Ends With Us (aka Crying in a Floral Field: The Movie)—are now beefing harder than Nicki and Cardi at the Met Gala. Apparently, Blake said things got not cute behind the scenes, and somehow Taylor Swift’s name got tossed in like a glitter bomb at a sleepover fight.
THE JUDGE WAS LIKE:
“Listen, if Taylor was involved in ANY texts about this alleged mess, then yes, we’re checking those receipts. But don’t worry, there’s a super serious ‘no-leaky-leaks’ order in place.”
But wait—it gets pettier.
Justin’s legal squad claimed that Blake was about to unleash the Swift texts onto the internet like some Gossip Girl Season 7 reboot. Blake’s lawyer hit back with a letter that basically screamed, “LIAR LIAR, CORDUROY PANTS ON FIRE.”
Then Justin’s legal team was like “Bet” and hit reply with their OWN letter, because apparently this is how adults argue now—in Microsoft Word and petty footnotes.
Eventually, the judge was like, “Okay ENOUGH. The Taylor Swift coercion stuff? Tossed. Subpoena? CANCELLED. Defamation lawsuit for $400 million? Also, BYE.”
Judge says Justin can look at the Taylor texts.
No one’s allowed to leak anything (or Swifties will rise).
The $400 million lawsuit? Flushed.
Ryan Reynolds is probably somewhere sipping gin and texting Hugh Jackman, like, “Bro… what is going on.”
This is either a legal war or an elaborate sequel to Legally Blonde, and honestly? We’d watch either.
Jimmy Kimmel just went full savage on President Trump and honestly, it’s the kind of chaos we didn’t know we needed but are SO here for.
So, the drama started when French President Emmanuel Macron basically said Trump totally ghosted the G7 summit in Canada — like, he just bounced without saying bye — even though Macron was trying to play peacekeeper between Israel and Iran. Macron was like, “Yo, Trump bailed on the squad.” And guess what? That triggered Trump harder than when you run out of avocado toast.
Jimmy Kimmel swooped in like a comedy ninja and read out Trump’s social media clapback where Trump called Macron “publicity seeking.” Classic Trump, throwing shade harder than a solar eclipse.
But here’s where Jimmy’s genius kicked in: he compared Trump calling someone “publicity seeking” to Sean “Diddy” Combs calling YOU a bad boyfriend. Yes, THE Diddy — the same guy currently starring in a courtroom drama that sounds like a Netflix true crime binge. Jimmy basically said, “Bro, that’s rich.”
Then Trump hit us with the ultimate cliffhanger: “It certainly has nothing to do with a ceasefire. Much bigger than that. Whether purposely or not, Emmanuel always gets it wrong. Stay tuned!” Like, what’s next? A plot twist or the next season of The Apprentice: Presidential Edition?
Jimmy couldn’t hold back laughing at that “stay tuned” like it’s the finale of Celebrity Apprentice, and then dropped the mic with a wild guess about what “much bigger” could mean: “Maybe a bowel movement? I don’t know.” Because why not? The man loves theatrics.
Oh, and get this: Trump’s “great idea” to get Putin to broker peace? Jimmy called it what it is — asking the guy who NEVER agrees to a ceasefire to fix a ceasefire is like asking your ex to babysit your goldfish. Spoiler alert: disaster.
And while we’re at it, Jimmy joked Trump should have Nick Cannon bring him some condoms too. Because why not add some chaos protection?
To wrap it all up, Jimmy pointed out that Trump’s now stuck in a “tough spot” because the American military is apparently busy guarding all the self-driving Waymos cruising around downtown L.A. (Yes, Waymos. Like, robot cars.)
Moral of the story? Jimmy Kimmel just served a roast hotter than a TikTok trend, and honestly, we’re living for the chaos. Stay tuned, y’all — this drama’s only getting juicier. 🍿🔥 #TrumpVsMacron #KimmelRoast #DramaAlert
The internet went FULL MELTDOWN MODE over a rumor that Olivia Rodrigo’s team DEMANDED a café scrub Taylor Swift’s face from the walls. And not just any café — THE legendary Bluebird Café in Nashville where country dreams are brewed stronger than espresso shots.
But plot twist? It’s all one big, steaming hot cup of misunderstanding chai. ☕️
Erica Nichols, aka COO/GM/head barista of sanity at Bluebird Café, popped onto social media with a video like, “Hi, let me stop the madness before Swifties and Livies burn this place to the ground with ring lights and scented candles.”
Here’s the real tea, straight from the source (and it’s NOT decaf):
🎬 Yes, Olivia filmed at the café.
🖼 No, her team didn’t say “Remove Taylor or we WALK.”
💼 Yes, they had to legally take down a Taylor pic… because of COPYRIGHT LAW. Like, boring law stuff. Not beef.
Apparently, the pic was smack in the shot zone and unless Taylor herself shouted “Go for it, babes,” the café could’ve been sued by… some guy named Greg in Legal, probably.
But then an employee opened their mouth like they were guest-starring on Gossip Girl, blurted something messy, and the rumor mill revved up like a Swiftie at midnight.
Erica calmly explained, “No beef. No feud. No dramatic ‘Taylor vs Olivia: Café Brawl Edition.’” And no, she didn’t say that exactly, but let’s be real — she should’ve.
She added that Taylor is basically royalty at Bluebird — like they’d name a sandwich after her if they could — and they also “adore” Olivia, even though she probably drinks iced matcha in December. Equal love. Equal vibes. ✨
So, before anyone starts Photoshopping Olivia with a “no Taylor zone” sign, remember: legal stuff is boring, but fandoms are wild.
Glen “Top Gun But Make It Hornier” Powell just time-traveled into a chaotic sci-fi fever dream and brought Jenna Ortega, Emma Mackey, and Samuel L. “Don’t You Dare Question Me” Jackson along for the ride. What is going ON?!?
Our boy Glen was caught in the wild streets of Glasgow, Scotland (aka the unofficial capital of time-traveling wizardry) wearing what can only be described as a futuristic fashion monstrosity designed by someone who’s watched Blade Runner, Star Trek, and Shrek 2 back-to-back while high on Red Bull and trauma.
This untitled space-mess of a movie is being directed, written, and produced by chaos king J.J. Abrams — so basically expect lens flares, emotional daddy issues, and at least one dramatic monologue while something explodes behind someone’s head.
Extras on set were dressed as aliens. REAL ONES. One looked like a sexy squid. Another may or may not have been your cousin Chad in a helmet. We’re unsure.
The plot? Mysterious. The vibes? Intergalactic. The drama? Already astronomical.
Let’s not forget: Glen’s booked and BUSY. He’s cooking up 🔥 with Ron Howard in a firefighter film (yes, we’re ready to sweat). He’s also clowning around in a Judd Apatow comedy, sprinting into the Running Man remake, AND blasting off in a sci-fi movie with Barry Jenkins. Basically, Glen’s doing everything but resting, and we love that for him.
If this movie doesn’t include Glen punching a six-eyed alien while yelling something dramatic like “FOR EARTH AND HOT PEOPLE,” we riot.
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Wednesday Addams Season 2 Just Got WAY Weirder (and Sexier?) Thanks to Steve “Outcast Daddy” Buscemi
Hide your werewolves and lock up your sentient plants, because Steve freaking Buscemi just rolled up to Wednesday Season 2 like it’s senior prank day at Nevermore Academy and he brought CHAOS in his briefcase.
Yes, the 67-year-old living legend (and human embodiment of a haunted library) is officially playing Principal Barry Dort, a man who looks like he drinks ink and yells at potions for fun. Netflix just dropped a teaser, and it’s serving ghoulish Dead Poets Society energy with a side of black lipstick.
“Greetings fellow outcasts,” Buscemi says with the energy of a vampire uncle who only wakes up for PTA meetings. “I’m your new principal, Barry Dort.”
Sir, that’s Principal Slayberry to you.
He then proceeds to drag the old principal (RIP Larissa Weems) for being a normie sympathizer. 💀 The shade! The sass! The spectral slander!
🎓 And guess who’s BACK?
Jenna Ortega as Wednesday “Emo Goth Icon” Addams
Emma Myers aka Enid “Glitter Werewolf Supreme” Sinclair
Joy Sunday, Pugsley (played by Isaac Ordonez, now with 10% more trauma), and a mysterious new girly named Evie Templeton 👀✨
Also: Barry Dort gives us major “he definitely has a cursed mirror in his office” vibes. According to Buscemi, “Something about him is not right.” Oh we KNOW, Steve. We KNOW. That’s why we stan. 👏
Creator Miles Millar warned us that NOTHING this season is what it seems. Which is perfect, because our brains? Already scrambled like cursed eggs.
🖤 Important Dates for the Cult:
August 6th: First 4 episodes drop
September 3rd: Final 4 episodes drop
Immediately: You start planning your funeral because this season will KILL.
So mark your calendars, sharpen your eyeliner, and prepare for Principal Buscemi to haunt your dreams—in a good way.
In an absolutely heinous plot twist that not even Riverdale writers could cook up, the Trump administration is pulling the plug on the “Press 3” LGBTQ youth lifeline. Like, literally. Starting July 17, that hotline option is poof—gone. Canceled. Yeeted into the political void.
Let’s rewind for the non-traumatized: the “Press 3” option on the national 988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline was the one button where queer and questioning youth could talk to trained counselors who actually understood them. No Bible thumping. No weird “have you tried being less gay?” vibes. Just real, affirming help. It was created with The Trevor Project and was kind of a big deal. It helped save lives. You know, minor stuff like that.
But now?? The government is like:
“Let’s just make it all one big hotline and act like specialized care is too ‘extra.’ Also, let’s casually drop the ‘T’ in LGBTQ like it’s a bad group project partner.”
EXCUSE ME, WHAT IN THE TRANSPHOBIC HELL? 😡💅
SAMHSA (that’s the government mental health squad) said everyone will still get help through the general number. But removing tailored, LGBTQ-specific support and pretending it’s fine is like telling someone who’s lactose intolerant to just “try the regular milk and manifest better vibes.”
Meanwhile, Trevor Project’s CEO Jaymes Black is out here channeling every gay person’s inner rage-monologue:
“This is DEVASTATING. Suicide prevention is about people, not politics.”
LIKE YES, KING. 👑
And the timing?? Oh baby, they announced this in the middle of PRIDE MONTH. That’s like burning the rainbow cake while everyone’s still singing “Born This Way.” Pure chaos. Pure cruelty. Not even subtle.
And just when you think the drama’s over, a White House budget spokesperson slid in like a comment troll and basically said, “We’re not funding chat rooms that teach kids to be… radically themselves.” As if that’s a bad thing?? LMAO OKAY, HUN.
Let’s be 100: This isn’t just some boring policy shift. This is dangerous. And queer youth deserve better. Especially trans youth. ESPECIALLY during Pride.
But to every LGBTQ+ baby reading this:
You’re magic. You matter. And there are still people fighting like hell for you. Trevor Project is still up, 24/7, no “Press 3” needed. Call, chat, scream into the void—whatever it takes.
Y’ALL. The Diddy trial just hit pause harder than your WiFi during a Netflix binge. 😵💫 On Day 26 of this absolute circus of a courtroom drama, the judge basically came in like, “Yeah, we’re not doing this today. One of our jurors is literally spinning.” 💃🌀
Like… a juror got vertigo on the way to court and had to go home because the courtroom was about to feel like a 4D rollercoaster ride through Diddy’s criminal past. 😮💨 I’m not saying being on this trial is cursed… but I am saying this is the second juror-related flop this week. Is someone out here hexing the jury with Beyoncé’s incense?? 👀🔮
Judge Arun Subramanian told the courtroom “We have a sick juror,” and then noped out of the whole day like it was the first period of school after a McDonald’s breakfast.
Also—no trial tomorrow either ‘cause it’s Juneteenth, aka the one day America actually admits to its shady past, so the courtroom’s closed. ✊🏽✊🏿
FYI: Diddy (aka the artist formerly known as Please Stop Talking About Me Online) is still facing a laundry list of charges that reads like a Netflix docuseries pitch — sex trafficking, racketeering, prostitution, and whatever else they could fit into a federal indictment PowerPoint. 💼💀
Anyway, Brendan Paul (his former assistant and the potential king of tea-spilling) was supposed to take the stand today but will now have to wait to drop the courtroom version of a diss track. 🎤👀
Catch y’all after the trial un-pauses (again) unless the next juror shows up with scurvy or spontaneous combustion. 🔥
Okay. Everybody remain calm. Actually, no—freak out immediately because KESHA IS ON THE MARKET and she’s swiping harder than your ex after three vodka Red Bulls and zero therapy.
The glitter queen of chaos herself, 38-year-old Kesha “I brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack” Rose, just launched the music video for her new anthem of horny confusion, “Boy Crazy,” and baby, it’s giving… left swipe fever dream. At the 1:45 mark, our chaotic fairy godmother opens the dating app Feeld, and not only is she scrolling—she’s on it. Like, for real. No stunt doubles. Just Kesha, thirsty, thriving, and tappin’.
And because Kesha doesn’t do anything halfway (she once twerked on a ghost, don’t test her), she also blasted her dating profile onto her Instagram Story like it’s a confetti cannon of kinks and Birkin bags. Let’s break it down:
💅 Name: Kesha
🎂 Age: 38
📍 Location: Los Angeles, duh
🌈 Sexuality: Omnisexual — basically, if you’re hot and breathing, step forward. (Per WebMD, that means she’s attracted to everyone regardless of gender or orientation, and honestly, we respect the range.)
Now let’s talk preferences, because this isn’t your basic “long walks on the beach” kinda bio. She lists her vibes as:
✨ Being dominant (SHE SAID GIRL BOSS, BUT MAKE IT FERAL)
🖇️ Kink (specifics not listed, but probably includes glitter handcuffs)
🧭 Exploration (emotionally, spiritually, AND horizontally)
🕊️ “Freedomme” (yes with two m’s, don’t ask questions)
🧸 Cuddling
🎉 Fun (duh)
Her actual bio??? Get ready:
“Femme dom top looking for partners that wanna create a safe place to play. Growing Birkin addiction. If you send a pretty one the paps might take a pic of it! Or I might wear it on stage… Also, will send feet pics.”
SHE SAID FEET. PICS. SENT. With consent, of course.
Now if you thought that was wild enough, grab your platform boots and nipple tassels because Kesha’s going on tour. The T-ts Out Tour (YES. THAT’S THE NAME) will feature Kesha, the iconic Scissor Sisters, the glam-cyber princess Slayyyter, and pop-sorceress Rose Gray.
Tickets are selling faster than Kesha’s DMs are filling up. So grab yours. Or grab her. She’s literally looking.
WELL. The Sleepy Cheeto™ is back at it again—this time literally falling asleep mid-flex during a military parade that cost enough money to buy every teen on TikTok a Tesla and still have cash left over for iced lattes. 😵💫
Jimmy Kimmel, your fave savage late-night uncle, went absolutely feral on Donald Trump during Jimmy Kimmel Live after footage dropped of the ex-prez nodding off during a mega-expensive military parade celebrating the Army’s 250th birthday. (Spoiler alert: the only army Donnie’s been in is the one defending his spray tan.)
“There’s sleepy Don, taking it all in,” Jimmy cackled. “To be fair, that’s as close as he’s gotten to sleeping with Melania in years—so he took the opportunity.” 😭💀
NOT THE MELANIA SHADE. But wait—it gets juicier.
Kimmel played another cringetastic clip where Trump reached for Melania’s hand and she said “nope” with her entire Slovenian soul. Jimmy dubbed it “The Slovenian Snub,” and honestly? We’re printing it on shirts.
AND GUESS WHAT? The whole snooze-fest happened on Trump’s 79th birthday, which explains the vibes: less “military tribute” and more “sad old man throws tantrum bash nobody came to.” Jimmy even called it a “stupid sweet 16 disguised as a patriotic event,” and… he’s not wrong.
To make things spicier, Kimmel reminded us that the same man blowing millions on tanks and trombones used bone spurs to dodge the draft like a ghosting ex. 😮💨
Also, because this fever dream never ends, Trump just announced he’s entering the wireless phone business. We don’t know what’s scarier: the fact that he’s creating his own mobile carrier, or the idea that your grandma might accidentally sign up for it.
Anyway, sleep tight, Donnie. May your dreams be filled with parades you actually stay awake for.
Okay, pause the playlist, because the Internet just shed a collective glitter tear—Ariana Grande’s iconic, sassy, unstoppable, 99-year-old grandma aka Nonna has officially left the group chat… and floated up to the VIP lounge in the sky.
Marjorie “Nonna” Grande—matriarch, queen, and certified emotional support Italian—passed away peacefully at home surrounded by her fam, her legacy, and probably some top-tier pasta. The Grande family dropped an emotional press statement that basically read like the final scene of a Pixar movie:
“We are devastated to share that the beloved matriarch of our family has passed away… she was surrounded by love for every moment of her last few weeks. Thank you for respecting our privacy as we celebrate her beautiful, extraordinary life.”
🥹😭🕊️ Pass the tissues and maybe a cannoli.
Joan Grande (aka Ari’s mom aka the original Instagram auntie) posted the announcement on her story, and Ariana—never not the good granddaughter—reposted it on her page. Throwback alert: just last November, Ariana literally flew home to Florida just to take Nonna to see Wicked in theaters. YES, a Broadway-level grandma date. Icon behavior only.
So today, we honor the woman who lived to 99 (!!!), raised pop royalty, and gave Gen Z one of the internet’s fave Italian grandmas. RIP to a real one. Heaven just got a lot more fabulous.
#NonnaForever #LegendStatusUnlocked #RIPQueen👑
NONNA GRANDE GOES TO HEAVEN AT LEVEL 99—ARIANA’S LEGENDARY GRANDMA LOGS OFF IRL 💔👵✨
Chappell Roan, just had a full-on feelings dump and WE 👏 ARE 👏 LISTENING. 👂💄😭
So here’s the tea that’s hotter than your ex’s rebound: Chappell’s been catching HEAT lately. Like, dragon-fire level.🔥 Apparently, some people (read: internet trolls with bad Wi-Fi and worse vibes) decided to hate on her—not for her music, but for being her raw, wild, sparkle-smeared self. RUDE.
“They don’t hate my songs. They hate me for being Kayleigh,” she said, probably with one dramatic tear and glitter eyeliner perfectly in place.
And then she straight-up asked the question that lives rent-free in ALL our brains:
“Am I the most insufferable b*tch of our generation?”
BABE. Even if you are (you’re not), at least you’d be the main character insufferable. The Regina George of synth-pop. The villain with the best outfits. 😩✨
She also said she’s fine with people dragging her music (“hate it with your whole soul, babes 💅”), but when they go for her actual personality? OUCH. That’s the part that hits her right in the heart and apparently, the tear ducts.
Let’s be real: she’s not crying in the club—she’s crying on a glittery throne made of eyeliner pencils and broken egos. 💔👑
So next time you wanna hate, just remember: Words hurt. Especially when they’re in all caps. 😭💔
Lip Daddy Jeremy Allen White just slipped on some Levi’s, growled into a mic, and became The Boss — yes, actual Bruce Springsteen — in the most brooding, soul-searching, acoustic fever dream ever: Springsteen: Deliver Me From Nowhere. And the trailer? It’s giving crying in a cornfield at sunset while clutching your dad’s old vinyl.
This isn’t just Jeremy making hot-boy sad eyes while strumming a guitar (okay yes it is, but also more). This movie dives into the chaotic emotional tornado that was Bruce’s 1982 Nebraska album — a lo-fi, bedroom-recorded, ghost-haunted, depression-vibes-only masterpiece made on a janky 4-track recorder in Jersey. Literally peak ✨haunted cowboy energy✨.
Jeremy’s not alone in this angsty rock opera. We’ve got:
Jeremy Strong doing intense eye contact as Springsteen’s ride-or-die manager 🍷
Paul Walter Hauser being chaotic good as the guitar tech 🎸
Stephen Graham channeling DAD TRAUMA™ as Bruce’s pop 🧢
Odessa Young entering her mysterious muse era 🌹
Gaby Hoffman as the soft, stressed mom 🥲
Marc Maron doing his usual “I’m over it” face as a music exec 🎧
David Krumholtz… also just vibing tbh
Directed by Scott Cooper, aka Mr. “Everything Is Emotionally Draining But Cinematic,” this flick drops October 24, 2025 — just in time for Sad Boy Autumn™.
Get ready to feel all your feelings while pretending you’re a 25-year-old New Jersey man with too many denim jackets and a tortured soul. 💔🎤
👀 Watch the trailer or stay stuck in emotional purgatory.
#DeliverMeFromNowhere #JeremyAllenWhiteNation #TheBossEraIsBack
“No, I’m not doing ‘Lolita’ cosplay, babes. I just like grass and water. Chill.”
Sabrina “Sprinkler Princess” Carpenter has officially gone full “NOT TODAY, SATAN” on the internet after someone tried to connect her W Magazine photoshoot to the chaotic cinematic fever dream that is Lolita — you know, that movie about the world’s most horrifying English teacher. Ew.
Here’s the sitch: some TikTok user with way too much time and WiFi (shoutout @arcafan999) decided to post a side-by-side of Sabrina lying all cute ‘n wet under a sprinkler and Dominique Swain in Lolita doing… basically the same thing. Cue the overthinking, cue the fake film critic TikTok voice: “So basically this is problematic because—”
But hold up. Queen Sabrina wasn’t having ANY of it.
She popped into the comment section faster than you can say “I’m a grown woman who looks like she orders off the kids’ menu” and wrote:
“i’ve never seen this movie. it’s never been on my mood board and never would be.”
READ IT AGAIN. Mood board? BLOCKED. Dominique Swain? UNFOLLOWED. Vladimir Nabokov? NEVER HEARD OF HER.
But this TikToker would not quit. They clapped back using the lyrics from her very spicy “Nonsense” outro in Mexico City:
“fully grown but i look like a niña’ yh sure,” 👀
EXCUSE ME??? Quoting her own song against her like it’s a UNO reverse card? Who gave y’all this kind of confidence??
Just to remind you, the iconic lyrics in question were:
“I’m full grown but I look like a niña / Come put something big in my casita / Mexico, I think you are bonita!”
Yes, yes, yes — it’s giving naughty bilingual princess energy but also like… can a girl not lie in the grass anymore without a film studies major having a meltdown???
Let the girl hydrate under a sprinkler in peace.
TL;DR:
Sabrina Carpenter is not a Lolita stan. She just likes grass, water, and rhyming niña with casita.
Let’s all log off and go touch some actual grass.
Maybe cancel your Tyler Perry marathon because things just got messy messy messy. We’re talking soap opera meets court case levels of drama—except no wigs flew off. Yet.
📢 Hollywood mogul, billionaire bossman, and Madea’s alter ego Tyler Perry is being accused of sexual assault by actor Derek Dixon. Yes, the same dude who played Dale the desperate, gay cashier on Tyler’s show The Oval. Apparently, that role hit way too close to home.
Let’s rewind this scandal tape. According to a spicy new lawsuit (thank you, TMZ), Derek says Tyler first noticed him in 2019 like a real-life Cinderella moment—except instead of a glass slipper, it was his phone number being handed out. “I might have a role for you,” Tyler allegedly said. 🎭✨
Cut to: Derek lands a blink-and-you-miss-it role on Ruthless, then gets invited to Tyler’s Atlanta mega-mansion in early 2020. That’s when the tea gets steaming. Derek says he had one too many drinks, passed out in a guest room, and woke up to Mr. Perry allegedly channeling his inner “creepy bedtime villain” and getting way too handsy.
💬 Allegedly, the next few months were a text-message minefield. Tyler reportedly went full flirt-mode, sending thirsty messages like “No straight man would be going on walks with you or cooking dinner unless they wanted to f–k you.” Um… sir? That’s not even close to Hallmark behavior.
Derek also claims Tyler turned into a Netflix villain again in 2021—walking into the guest house, yanking down Derek’s underwear, grabbing his 🍑, and whispering “Relax and just let it happen.” This is not the vibes, and definitely not a deleted scene from House of Payne.
Now Derek says he couldn’t take it anymore and filed a complaint in 2024 with the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission. Then he rage-quit The Oval and dropped a $260 MILLION lawsuit like a Beyoncé surprise album. Charges include sexual assault, harassment, and what legal people call quid pro uh-oh.
Tyler’s legal squad instantly clapped back, calling the whole thing a “scam” and promising the case will flop harder than a low-budget sequel. 💼🔥
So basically, this whole situation is messier than a Love & Hip Hop reunion and no one’s sure what’s true yet. But if this drama was a TV show, we’d definitely be watching with snacks, group chat commentary, and a strong “WHAT IS HAPPENING” energy.
Amber Heard’s actual ex-girlfriend just cracked open the Hollywood tea kettle and let the drama steam fly EVERYWHERE. 🍵💥
So here comes Bianca Butti (icon name alert), a 44-year-old cinematographer slash former lover of Amber, casually strolling into a new tell-all book like, “Hey bestie, let me just spill the entire plot of a psychological thriller featuring Johnny Depp and emotional whiplash.” 😭
In “Hollywood Vampires: Johnny Depp, Amber Heard, and the Celebrity Exploitation Machine” (yes, that’s the real title and not a Netflix doc about sad boys in eyeliner), Bianca says Amber wasn’t just acting—she was surviving.
“If I made a sudden move during an argument, she’d flinch like I just threw a haunted blender at her,” Bianca reveals. “Sis was clearly in a toxic Super Smash Bros. relationship.”
And it gets darker than a Wednesday Addams reboot. Bianca claims Johnny was basically blacked out, boozed up, and acting like a villain in a very chaotic reality show that nobody consented to watch. There were drugs. There was drinking. There was… no decent communication strategy. 🚩🚩🚩
Meanwhile, Amber? Emotionally offline. Zero bars. Crying.exe not responding. 😐💻
“She didn’t know how to cry. She didn’t know how to freak out. She just… kept going like a haunted Roomba,” Bianca said. And that, kids, is how trauma works!
Let’s rewind: Amber and Bianca were a thing in early 2020. It was vibes. It was hand-holding. It was pandemic lesbian era aesthetic. But by trial time, 💔 boom, it was over.
Fast-forward to 2022: Amber settles the legal circus with Johnny for an undisclosed (but probably life-changing) bag 💰 and now—wait for it—she’s a twin mom. TWINS. Not just surviving. Multiplying. 👶👶✨
So yeah… from courtroom chaos to double stroller life, Amber’s been on a wild ride—and Bianca just brought receipts. 🧾
THE CHAOS:
Picture this: you’re Doja Cat, Grammy-winning pop-rap queen of chaos, serving looks, sipping drinks, and just trying to vibe. Then BAM 💥—some dude named Pablo rips off his shirt in front of you like he’s auditioning for a low-budget Magic Mike reboot and hands it over like it’s a sacred offering.
And Doja? She smiles. Cute, right?
WRONG.
Because a few days and 700 TikTok stitches later, Miss Doja hopped on Twitter (aka the Thunderdome of Opinions™️) and hit us with the real tea: this was not a meet-cute, this was a full-on manhandling.
QUOTE FROM QUEEN DOJA HERSELF (uncensored-ish):
“i’ll smile at you but it doesn’t mean I fu– w you and don’t touch me and man handle me when you don’t even fu–in know me. iykyk.”
Translation: Just because she smiled doesn’t mean she wants to be grabbed like a handbag at a sample sale.
THE TWIST?
She also added, in what might be the most savage mic drop of 2025:
“I threw that musty ass shirt away btw.”
💀💀💀 RIP to Pablo’s Pride Collection.
BUT WAIT—IT GETS EVEN MESSIER:
Pablo—sweet, shirtless, fanboy Pablo—responded with heartbreak and a TikTok monologue worthy of an HBO drama.
“I’m gay,” he said. “I thought we were having a moment. She said she liked my shirt. I gave it to her. She smiled. We bonded. Or… so I thought.”
Plot twist: he’s now selling a tank top that literally says “MUSTY ASS SHIRT” in all caps. Capitalism, baby! 🤑
THE INTERNET IS DIVIDED:
Team Doja is like: Consent is sexy, even if you’re glittery and gay, babe.
Team Pablo is like: He’s just a little fruity fan who wanted to share his love (and his torso).
Meanwhile, Doja says she was drunk during the whole ordeal and didn’t process how off it was until later. Relatable. How many of us have hugged someone while tipsy and immediately regretted it the next day like “why did I let a man with vape breath kiss my cheek??”
LESSONS LEARNED:
1. Consent isn’t optional just because you’re at a party with pop stars.
2. Being hot and gay doesn’t give you VIP touch privileges.
3. If Doja calls your shirt musty… congratulations, you’re going viral.
FINAL VERDICT:
We came for a cute celeb-fan moment and stayed for the emotional rollercoaster, the deleted tweets, and the musty merch. If this isn’t the most Gen Z celebrity interaction ever, we don’t know what is.
✨Protect your boundaries. Wash your shirts. Don’t kiss strangers. Stay iconic.✨
You thought Monday would be chill? WRONG. Jenna Bush Hager just snip-snapped her hair LIVE ON TV and we’re emotionally unstable about it.
Yes, the 43-year-old queen of chaos (and daytime TV) got a full-blown HAIR TRANSFORMATION in front of a national audience like it was no big deal. Plot twist? She was in the holy hands of Chris McMillan, aka the Hair Wizard who invented “The Rachel.” That’s right — THE. RACHEL. Cue screaming millennials in the distance.
Co-hosting the episode? Leslie Bibb — aka Hot Blonde Chaos from The White Lotus — who lowkey bullied Jenna into bob-life last time she visited. And guess what? It worked. Leslie’s TV character’s bob basically became a fashion epidemic, and now Jenna’s out here catching the fever.
Chris casually dropped a bomb mid-scissors like, “Yeah I didn’t mean for it to be a bob… it just kind of bobbified itself.” Um, okay, Bob Whisperer!??
So now Jenna’s rocking a chic new ‘do, millions are spiraling, and hair salons everywhere are panicking. Summer 2025 is no longer about beach waves — it’s about THE POWER BOB and living your ✂️ main character ✂️ fantasy.
Watch the follicle frenzy for yourself below and prepare to text your hairstylist immediately.
#JennaChopped #BobEraUnlocked #TheRachelWalkedSoThisCouldRun 💇♀️💥👑
Jesse “Beautiful Soul” McCartney—aka the man who once soundtracked your 8th grade crush meltdown—is officially a DILF. Yes, you read that right. Jesse is now a certified diaper daddy.
The 38-year-old heartthrob-turned-hot dad just welcomed his first baby with his mega-gorgeous wife and certified boss babe, Katie Peterson. And plot twist: the baby arrived EARLY. Like “I heard daddy singing and couldn’t wait to escape the womb” early. ✨
Meet Archer James McCartney 🏹💙
Katie casually broke the news like it wasn’t the most important thing to happen since the invention of glitter gel pens. On Instagram, obviously. She and Jesse dropped a joint post (power couple behavior) and introduced their tiny human: Archer James McCartney. Yes. ARCHER. Like the elegant-yet-deadly weapon. Or the cartoon spy. Either way, ICONIC.
“Our sweet Archie couldn’t wait to meet us,” Katie wrote, casually ignoring that we are all now emotionally attached to this infant. “He loves when mommy reads him books and when daddy sings him to sleep.” (Are you CRYING? We are crying.)
Apparently little baby Archer is already a certified mama’s boy and a sucker for live acoustic lullabies. Oh, and his big sister Bailey (the family dog, we presume?) is obsessed with him too and literally sleeps with his baby blanket every night like a walking Hallmark movie. 🐾🍼
Jesse McCartney is a dad now.
Baby’s name is Archer. He arrived May 7, 2025.
He’s already more emotionally well-rounded than most adults.
We’re all going to be weirdly obsessed with this baby until further notice.
And if that wasn’t enough adorable overload, Jesse’s Young & Hungry co-star Aimee Carrero just had a baby too. So basically, the Disney Channel universe is expanding—with babies. Someone call Lizzie McGuire and tell her to babysit.
BRB, crocheting a baby-sized leather jacket for Archer. 😭👶🖤
🚨 Miss Addison “I-Invented-Dancing-In-My-Kitchen” Rae just announced she’s taking her slayage worldwide. That’s right, the TikTok queen turned pop girlie is going ON TOUR. And not just like, “playing a mall in Ohio” tour. We’re talking full-blown, passport-stamping, croissant-eating, down-under-dancing GLOBAL TOUR, BABY.
👑 THE ADDISON TOUR is snatching wigs from Dublin to Sydney like it’s a full-time job (which, spoiler: it is). It kicks off in late August in Ireland, where Addison will likely kiss a leprechaun for good luck, and ends in November in Australia, where she might adopt a kangaroo and name it “Slayoncé.”
🎶 Why the tour? Because she just dropped her debut album “Addison”—a sonic love letter to glitter, heartbreak, and absolutely serving in crop tops. You can stream it on all the apps your phone already hates you for having: Amazon Music, Apple Music, YouTube Music… and if you’re feeling extra, there’s a limited-edition magenta vinyl at Urban Outfitters (aka your second home).
🪩 Wanna go? OF COURSE YOU DO. Presale tickets drop TOMORROW (June 18) at 10AM local time, so cancel your dentist appointment and charge your phone. General sale is Friday (June 20), aka the Hunger Games for Addison stans.
🎫TOUR DATES AKA YOUR NEW PERSONALITY UNTIL NOVEMBER:
📍08/26 – Dublin, Ireland – Gonna riverdance to “2 Die 4”
📍08/28 – Manchester, England – Cheeky Nando’s and Addison bops
📍08/30 – London, England – Big Ben who? Addison’s time now
📍09/02 – Paris, France – She’s Eiffel Towering over the charts
📍09/04 – Brussels, Belgium – Belgian waffles and breakdowns
📍09/05 – Amsterdam, Netherlands – High on Addison (legally 😉)
📍09/07 – Berlin, Germany – Nein, you’re not ready
📍09/08 – Cologne, Germany – Smelling like success
📍09/22 – Austin, TX – Yeehaw and yass queen
📍09/25 – Dallas, TX – Boot-scootin’ and boppin’
📍09/27 – Nashville, TN – Sad yeehaw banger incoming
📍09/28 – Atlanta, GA – Peach emoji vibes 🍑
📍09/30 – Washington, D.C. – Shaking it in the nation’s capital
📍10/01 – Brooklyn, NY – Bushwick babes beware
📍10/05 – Boston, MA – Tea party? No, T-racks
📍10/07 – Philly, PA – Cheesesteaks and cheeky choreo
📍10/08 – Toronto, ON – Drake’s crying in the club
📍10/10 – Chicago, IL – Deep dish and deep emotions
📍10/13 – Denver, CO – Altitude? Never heard of her
📍10/16 – Oakland, CA – Bay Area baddies unite
📍10/19 – Los Angeles, CA – Homecoming queen of Hollywood
📍11/11 – Melbourne, AU – Addison Down Under™
📍11/14 – Brisbane, AU – Kangaroos in the pit confirmed
📍11/17 – Sydney, AU – Closing night = emotional damage
So like… what are you still doing here? GO. FIGHT. CLICK. STREAM. PRE-SAVE. BUY. CRY. RAGE. DANCE. #AddisonWorldTour #SlayOnStage #RaeOfSunshine 🌈✨🩰
I Know What You Did Last Summer just got rebooted—and yes, your 2000s heartthrobs are back and looking like they haven’t aged a day (who is their dermatologist and can we get their number?).
The trailer just dropped like a hot body off a cliff and it’s giving nostalgia, murder, and teen angst with a side of fresh trauma. We’re talking Madelyn Cline (aka the internet’s fave), Sarah Pidgeon, Tyriq Withers, Jonah Hauer-King, and Chase Sui Wonders trying not to get butchered by some vengeful mystery psycho with a vengeance kink.
Oh, and guess who’s here to pass the bloody baton? OG scream queen Jennifer Love Hewitt and certified 90s dreamboat Freddie Prinze Jr.—yes babes, the legends have returned! PLUS, a blink-and-you’ll-sob cameo from a gravestone photo of Sarah Michelle Gellar (RIP our queen, literally).
🧠 The Plot (a.k.a. why you’ll sleep with one eye open): Five friends hit someone with their car (classic), panic (relatable), and vow to take that secret to the grave. Fast-forward a year, and boom—someone’s texting “I know what you did 😈” and playing whack-a-mole with their lives. Surprise! This ain’t the first time it’s happened. So they find the OG survivors from the 1997 massacre (guess who 😏), and the trauma bonding begins.
🎬 Drops in theaters July 18, so start prepping your group chat with:
1. Who’s buying the tickets?
2. Who’s gonna die first in our friend group?
3. Who’s bringing snacks and who’s bringing holy water?
Watch the trailer now… if you dare. Or if you’re just here to see Freddie Prinze Jr. serve “daddy who fights monsters” realness.
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