Nicole Kidman Fights Back Tears While Thanking Keith During Her First Emmy Win

If you watched the hit show Big Little Lies, which is based on Liane Moriarty’s bestselling book, then you know just how emotional, heartbreaking, and magnificent Nicole Kidman‘s performance is, which meant her outstanding lead actress in a limited series or movie win at the Emmy Awards on Sunday night was so well-deserved. After thanking her costars, including Reese Witherspoon, Kidman fought back tears while talking about husband Keith Urban and their two daughters, Sunday and Faith. Kidman, who plays a wife who is physically abused by her husband (Alexander Skarsgard), also talked about the importance of her storyline and bringing awareness to the «complicated, insidious disease.» Watch her acceptance speech above!

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Miley Cyrus Breaks Down in Tears When Talking About the Devastation of Hurricane Harvey

Miley Cyrus is one of the many celebrities giving back after Hurricane Harvey caused utter devastation in Texas. During an appearance on The Ellen DeGeneres Show on Wednesday, the «Younger Now» singer announced that her Happy Hippie Foundation is donating $ 500,000 to relief efforts. While talking with the host about the heartbreak and loss the community in Houston must be facing, Miley couldn’t help but get emotional thinking about how she would feel if everything she loved was taken away. «My grandma is sitting here and my mom is here and I go home to my seven dogs, and if I didn’t have that anymore if would be really hard,» she said while breaking down in tears. See her heartwarming video above.

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Hilarious Game of Thrones Recaps to Help You Laugh Through Your Finale Tears

The following contains spoilers for Game of Thrones season seven.

Sometimes the best way to deal with the overwhelming feeling of sadness that follows a show finale is to relive it . . . with laughter. So if you’re feeling purposeless and empty now that Game of Thrones is on hiatus for at least another year, we have the perfect solution. TV fan and internet comic Chrys creates hilarious recaps of her favorite shows for Tumblr and Reddit, all archived on her website, Chrys Reviews, and luckily her crowning achievement is Game of Thrones content.

Following every new GOT installment, Chrys quickly whips up a comprehensive overview of the episode . . . with a sense of humor that will make you snort with laughter. So don’t just dive right into a Thrones rewatch or wallow in hiatus-induced despair; relive the best part of season seven with Chrys’s «Too Long; Didn’t Watch» synopses. We promise that it’ll make you forget your sadness over the wait for season eight . . . at least, for the moment!

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Lupita Nyong’o’s Performance in JAY-Z’s New Music Video Will Leave You in Tears

JAY-Z just released the music video for his song «MaNyfaCedGod» off his 4:44 album, and it’s emotional. In the black and white clip, Academy Award-winner Lupita Nyong’o delivers a powerful performance as a heartbroken woman who is scorned by her lover, and yes, it will leave you in tears. The somber video is a stark contrast to the colorful and playful «Moonlight» music video the 47-year-old rapper released earlier this month. Watch a clip from the Tidal exclusive above, then head over to the streaming service to watch it in full.

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Kesha Tears Up While Reading a Letter to Her Younger Self: «There Is Beauty After the Storm»

Kesha has come a long way since her chart-topping single «Tik Tok.» While her journey to stardom has been filled with uphill battles, including her ongoing legal battle against record producer Dr. Luke, the «Learn to Let Go» singer is now insisting on finding happiness again. In a segment on CBS This Morning, the 30-year-old wrote a moving and heartfelt letter to her younger self about the pressures of fame, being her true authentic self, and finding the rainbow after a storm. You will no doubt openly weep over her powerful words about self-love and acceptance. Read her full message below:

Dear Kesha,

At this very moment, you may be wondering if it was really a good idea to drop out of high school and move to LA with nothing but your grandpa’s Lincoln town car and a demo tape.

I’ve got good news and I’ve got bad news, and I know you’re a tad impatient so we’ll start with the good news. You made it! And thank God because the best plan B we ever came up with was waitressing and we will soon find out that is not really our forte.

The bad news is, you nearly killed yourself on the road to success, fueled by fear of failure, crippling anxiety, and insecurity. You will become severely bulimic and anorexic and the worse your disease gets, the more praise you will get from some people in your industry. And this will really, really mess with your head. But when you’re trying to live up to an unrealistic expectation, it’s never going to be good enough. No matter what you do.

Right now, you’re killing it on Myspace, but beware because the internet will get way less innocent real fast. Just save yourself some anxiety and a few years’ worth of therapy and just skip the comment section. Skip it all together. It’s a breeding ground for negativity and hate. And don’t let people scare and shame you into changing the things about yourself that make you unique and interesting. Those are the qualities that will make your life so magical. That bad girl, I don’t give a sh*t attitude, it’ll work for a while, and you will get a dollar sign tattooed on your hand that will last forever probably. But the truth is, you don’t need to put on an act. You can just be Kesha Rose Sebert and guess what? Apparently that’s good enough.

People will listen to your music and come to your shows as long as the art is honest and good and you’re just being yourself. You’re still in a society that worships photoshopped super models. We all still feel the pressure to look like them because that’s a symptom of a society that emphasizes all the wrong things and this will be an everyday struggle — and you must be strong ’cause over time you will gain confidence and you will learn that words and art do matter.

You will meet kids who tell you that they struggle with many of the same things you’ve struggled with, or more. And they’re gonna tell you that your music helped save their life, and that will change you. You’re gonna learn that art can heal people.

I know you are very inspired by Bob Dylan and he’s your favorite. Bob Dylan is one of the reasons you play music and one day you’re gonna meet him and you’re going to weep hysterical happy tears at the thought of it.

One day you’re gonna write a song called «Rainbow» and you’re gonna be really proud of it because there is light and beauty after the storm, no matter how hard things get. You’re going to write this song so you remember to make it through. You’re going to remind yourself to love yourself and if you have truth in your heart, there will always be a rainbow at the end of the storm.

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North Dakota Couple Brought To Tears After Seeing Carson Wentz At Training Camp

Let’s meet Chuck and Karen Anderson, a couple who traveled all the way to Philadelphia just to see their beloved goober, Carson Wentz, get sweaty for a few hours. If I know anything about North Dakota from those 2 times College GameDay went there, I know how much they love their Bison (pronounced Bizon).

So much so, that they will literally cry at the sight of another Bison outside of Fargo. Chuck is just happy to be there and happy to “be included in all of this stuff” as he fights off the waterworks. And then you have Karen, who can’t even believe she’s outside the state of North Dakota. Just the thought of that is bringing her to tears. Then the reporter mentions Wentz and it’s full blown weep-a-thon.

I don’t want to make fun of them too much, but there’s no crying in the first week of training camp. I can only imagine what it would be like if someone actually took them to a game.

 


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Lines, Tears, And Vampire Stalkers: The Agony And Ecstasy Of San Diego Comic-Con

As a voice over the PA system announced that the convention floor was now open, I saw a man enter the doors and start sprinting down the aisles, presumably toward a booth with a particularly exciting exclusive. Behind him, drifting in his wake about 20 feet away, was his daughter. She had to be about six or seven years old. She couldn’t keep up. And as he ran harder, he left her farther behind.

I have never wanted to trip a man so badly.

For seven consecutive years, I attended San Diego Comic-Con — not as paying attendee, but for work. I was paid to be there, selling merchandise and chatting with fans in my company’s booth. I couldn’t attend panels or events, unless they were ones we were throwing, in which case I’d be there — working. At most, I might get a chance to take a 30-minute break once during the 4-day convention to walk the floor and buy things. Otherwise I was managing lines, which habitually extended so far beyond our booth that we’d have to take the stragglers to stand by the wall and lead them back in groups of 10 or 20. Sometimes even the line continuation would snake around, three deep. Sometimes we’d have separate lines, if there was a signing in the booth along with the shop. So for hours on end I’d parade fans back and forth, weaving through the heavy foot traffic on the floor, and trying to keep people amused while they waited 60-90 minutes to buy a t-shirt.

My day started at 8 am, when we would arrive to start stocking the shop with merchandise. The floor closed at 7 pm, but we’d be there for another hour closing out our drawers and assessing what products we had left, or would need to have brought out for the next day. I’d spend 12 hours on my feet, sometimes without time for a bathroom break, sometimes cramming a warm Auntie Anne’s cookie in my face-hole for lunch because I didn’t have time to stand in food lines.

The fans would keep us posted on what we were missing, explaining where they got their cool exclusives, what panels they’d gotten into, or telling us all the exciting gossip, like that one time someone got stabbed with a pen in Hall H. Sometimes they’d even bring us gifts, or trade us for giveaways they might have missed. I traded a lanyard for a Fringe fedora, and traded another one to a lady working the autograph booth next to us for a signed photo of LeVar Burton (I didn’t ask for it, but she’d had him sign it with my name so what the hell, right?). Over the years I found familiar friendly faces I could rely on, people who would always stop by for a hug amidst all the chaos. One guy had a backpack full of those little 5 Hour Energy bottles, and he’d swing by each day to see if I needed one. I definitely took him up on it.

But as the days wore on, tempers would fray. Paying lots of money to stand in line sucks, especially if you might miss out on the thing you were hoping to buy, and even MORE so when it’s the fifth line you’ve stood in all day and you may have spent the previous night sleeping in a line outside. I remember one man who claimed to be a voice actor in a bunch of ’80s and ’90s cartoons (he expected us to recognize him and care, which we did not), who started yelling at my colleague because he’d purchased an exclusive sweatshirt and the zipper was busted, but we had sold out of the size he needed and couldn’t exchange it. Which is shitty, but bringing people to tears isn’t going to get anyone a fucking new sweatshirt, you know? So I pulled him aside and let him yell at me, and once he’d started to calm down I explained our situation. How we do the best we can to make everyone happy, because we know how much they are paying to be here. How we try to manage our stock to make things available each day, but with literally THOUSANDS of people coming through a tiny 20′ x 20′ booth each day, things were bound to run out. How we would try to find a satisfactory solution (i.e. give him free shit to shut him up), but we just didn’t have that one fucking sweatshirt. He eventually thanked me for being so reasonable, and gave me a promotional pen covered in all the characters he’d voiced. I threw it away that night.

That wasn’t even my weirdest encounter, though. My first year there, when I was young and unjaded and my friendliness still felt natural (as opposed to the constructed cover it became in later years), I met an older gentleman dressed like a Bela Lugosi-esque vampire. He was a late night horror host, sort of a less popular Elvira character, and he started chatting with me. Our company was a little less popular in those days, so the booth wasn’t quite as crowded, and he would come to sit and get out of the hubbub for a bit. We didn’t think much of it, until he KEPT COMING. He particularly liked to come about an hour before the floor closed, wanting to talk to me. And he wouldn’t leave, even as we started counting our cash and gathering our things. My colleagues finally started running interference for me, telling him we needed to clean up and he had to go. He seemed to be waiting to see if he could join us after work, as if we would be doing anything other than retiring to our hotel rooms, locking the doors, ordering room service and trying not to fall asleep before it arrived.

He looked me up on Facebook after the convention and sent me a friend request, which I never accepted.

If we gave away promotional merch, pins or hats or things, it would cause a frenzy like piranha around a fleshy bone. We’d have to be stealthy, because if we had a good item the word would spread and people would loiter around our booth, waiting for the next promo drop — which would infuriate the floor security staff. But it was worth it, because the fans who come out to SDCC put up with so much shit to be there that they deserve some freebies.

I sold magnets to Brent Spiner. Chris Hardwick would say hi to me as he ran through the floor. I was in the room when John Barrowman kissed David Tennant on stage before a screening. I hosted off-site fan events. I witnessed someone pass out in the middle of a crushing crowd at a Walking Dead zombie display. Fans would cry if they didn’t make it before we had to cut of the autograph lines, or some would try to sneak behind to meet the actors, and then I’d get to play bodyguard. The best, however, were the red-eye flights back to New York City on Sunday night, after the show closed. The plane would seemingly be filled with other people who’d worked the con, and we’d all cheer and chat and then pass out. One year I sat next to two drunk dudes from Marvel.com, who then introduced me to a Spider-man writer a few rows up.

So the job was never boring, but year after year the excitement would wear off a bit. I’d get home at the ass-crack of dawn Monday morning, with no voice left from shouting above the crowds, only to collapse on my couch and sob. I wasn’t sad, but after running on sugar and adrenaline for 4 days straight I would just fall apart. It takes it all out of you.

It feels good to be missing San Diego Comic-Con this year. And when I start getting a little FOMO about a cool Westworld experience, or Halle Berry chugging whiskey at a panel, I stop and remind myself that I wouldn’t have seen it anyway. I’d have been too busy managing lines and trying not to piss my pants.

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Mark Hamill’s Heartfelt Tribute to Carrie Fisher Will Make You Cry Happy Tears

The Disney Legends award ceremony kicked off the studio’s D23 Expo on Friday and included an incredibly touching (and hilarious) speech from Star Wars legend Mark Hamill. After being introduced by Disney CEO Bob Iger, Hamill got up behind the mic and couldn’t resist talking about his beloved late costar Carrie Fisher in a speech that she no doubt would’ve approved of.

«We loved each other, and what a great thrill it was to come back to The Force Awakens at that time in our lives,» he told the audience of his relationship with Carrie. «There was a comfort level with each other. We could rely on each other, and there was a deep respect.» Naturally he couldn’t help joking about Carrie’s signature sense of humor, noting, «If she were here, she would have flipped me the bird at least twice already.»

Afterward, Carrie received a posthumous award from Disney, and Bob Iger further commemorated her legacy with a heartfelt speech. «She certainly left a mark on the world and on our company,» he said, before reading a letter provided by Carrie’s daughter, Billie Lourd. «She secretly always wanted to be a Disney princess,» Billie wrote, since she couldn’t be there due to her American Horror Story filming schedule. «So getting to be a Disney princess and a Disney Legend would have been her ultimate dream.»

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‘Doctor Who’ Series 10 Finale: ‘The Doctor Falls’, But ‘Where There’s Tears, There’s Hope’

What an ending! There is so much to talk about. Please don’t read on unless you’ve watched it already; spoilers abound. To lighten the mood, your spoiler warning gif this week is a Cyberman busting a move… You’re welcome.

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What about those Cybermen then?

The time dilation meant that we saw some speedy evolution from the OG Mondasian model to the more familiar upgrade. We saw them at various stages of their evolution, including the creepy scarecrow ones on the solar farm floor. They were a fairly predictable foe for the most part, but what was interesting was the way that they were framed as inevitable, like «sewage, smartphones and Donald Trump». Is this really where we’re heading as a species? Because, damn. That’s depressing. «People plus technology minus humanity. The internet, cyberspace, Cybermen. Always read the comments because one day, they’ll be an army.» If this is our fate, please let the army consist of Pajiba Eloquents…

Missy versus the Master

I loved every second of this. The flirting, the plotting, the repeated jokes, the banter; the way that they teased out the evil spectrum; the way that the Master seems to hate the idea of becoming a woman yet is weirdly attracted to Missy; the Master’s guyliner; the way their super plot failed in about 10 minutes and they had to behave; the way that Missy played fast and loose with her allegiances; and the way that they ended up destroying each other.

It was brilliant.

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«I loved being you. The way you burn like a sun. Like a whole screaming world on fire. I remember that feeling. And I always will. And I will always miss it.»

«Now that was really very nicely done.»

Michelle Gomez isn’t returning, and presumably that’s the last we’ll see of John Simm’s Master. But has the character gone forever, too? It looks that way, as the Master, fatally wounded, travels back to his TARDIS to regenerate into Missy, who is fatally wounded with apparently no hope of regeneration. But this is Doctor Who we are talking about. Perhaps there is another incarnation of the character between Simm and Gomez; she did say she was a «bit hazy» on the details. Or perhaps Missy will regenerate after all. She looked pretty dead, but so did the Doctor, and he got better. Perhaps, having had sufficient memory to warn herself of the need to have a spare dematerialisation thingymajig, she also had enough memory to protect herself from death. Or perhaps the showrunners will find another way to break the rules. But as a closed loop, how fitting it was that they destroyed each other (and by extension) themselves in the end. The Doctor’s rehabilitation of Missy worked, for the most part. And that’s something.

Bill

As much as I was sure last week that this was the end of Bill, a teensy bit of hope remained. At the start of the episode, I was clinging on to that. Perhaps she’ll be OK! Then Missy said this:

«Look, there’s Bill. Dead, dismembered, fed through a grinder and squeezed into a Cyberman. Doomed to spend an eternal afterlife as a bio-mechanical psycho zombie. It was hilarious.»

Oh. Sad face. But maybe there’s a chance…

«…Ripped out her heart, threw it into a bin and burned it all away.»

OK, no need to rub it in, Missy.

But then! Bill is in the barn! She’s going to be OK!

Oh. Sadder face.

But then! The Doctor has promised to save her! «You are so strong. You’re amazing. Your mind has rebelled against the programming; it’s built a wall around itself. A castle made of you. You’re standing on the battlements saying ‘No. No. Not me.'» She’s still Bill! She’s going to be OK!

«You said you could get me back. Were you lying?»
«No.»
«Were you right?»
«No.»

Oh. MY HEART!

Heroic sacrifices were set up from the start. It was always going to come down to this. «Where there’s tears, there’s hope» was a fitting line; please tell me I wasn’t the only one having a good cry during this episode? We all thought it just meant that Bill was still in there. Her humanity, her spark, her Bill-ness hadn’t been destroyed. Little did we know that those tears would take on a more metaphysical importance later. She was clinging on to herself then, even though she knew that this couldn’t last; the programming would override her sense of self in the end. «I can’t hang on forever. I don’t want to live if I can’t be me any more.» But CyberBill still had a part to play, and as horrifying as it was, she was not going to go without a fight.

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As she collapsed over the Doctor’s body and wept, that’s when Soggy Heather from ‘Pilot’ came along to save our beloved Bill. Was it a deus ex machina cop out? Probably, but it was so nicely done that I’m inclined to be forgiving. It seemed massively out of the blue though; has anyone had a re-watch of the other episodes to see if there were any clues we missed?

«You know what old man? I’m never going to believe you’re really dead. Because one day, everyone’s just going to need you too much. Until then…. it’s a big universe. I hope I see you again.»

It’s mutual. Bill: you’ve been brilliant, and I hope we do see you again at some point. It’s a big universe, but a small world, after all. Well done for leaving a tear on the Doctor’s face, just so you can keep in touch.

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Nardole

In an episode with so many losses — the Master, Missy, Bill and pretty much also the Doctor — the loss of Nardy might get forgotten. But not by me. His technological wizardry (cyber-trickery, if you will) kept the fight from being hopeless. He only left under duress, though more because exploding sounded preferable to babysitting the «smelly humans». For all his deadpan humour, he «never will be able to find the words» to say goodbye properly, though he does promise to name «a really rubbish» town after the Doctor.

Is this the last we’ll see of Nardole? Is he the foster-dad extraordinaire, always keeping his charges at least a floor away from the oncoming army of Cybermen? Will he wait by the lift for years, clinging on to some hope that maybe he will see the Doctor again? Will he ever get to safety? The TARDIS has gone, thanks to Soggy Heather and Bill’s rescue of the Doctor. The Master’s TARDIS is presumably departing sans refugees as well. Will Nardy find another way out?

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Twelve

Capaldi was at his absolute finest: kind, determined, sad, pained, heroic and hopeful. His ‘Stand with me’ speech was pure Capaldi brilliance. Once again, he fights «Without hope, without witness, without reward.» He is desperately suppressing the regeneration in order to do the right thing. Noble to the end. There were just too many people to save this time, himself included.

«No stars. I hoped there’d be stars.»

But he’s not quite ready to depart just yet…

The reveal of David Bradley as the first Doctor has been rumoured for a while in terms of the Christmas episode, but it was still a lovely surprise. There were some hints of course. The jelly babies were a cute nod to Tom Baker. And who could miss the ‘I don’t want to go’ reference to Ten? There was an early discussion of the ways that the Doctor has died so far as well, when the Master and Missy were thinking of ways to kill him. And did you hear the Cloister Bell when he left the TARDIS?

So, we end an episode where a Time Lord debated his future with himself/herself, with a look ahead to a Christmas special that in all likelihood will do something similar. Missy’s had her identity crisis; now it is time for Twelve’s.

With all the leakage of regeneration energy, I did start to think that there would be a surprise regeneration. Wouldn’t it be nice to have the next Doctor appear as a complete surprise? I know they can’t keep it under wraps until then, but wouldn’t it be great if they did? Just saying, Chris Chibnall. Get those non-disclosure agreements signed and give us all a massive shock.

Having said that, let’s speculate wildly though! There was a lot more discussion of gender this week; again, are they playing with us, or are they preparing us for a female Doctor?

«Is the future going to be all girl?»

«We can only hope.»

Maybe the Master’s not the only one who needs to be welcomed to the sisterhood?

Until the Christmas special then, fellow Whovians, I’ll leave you with this: love may have saved the day again, but damn, I think we needed it to.

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Michelle Obama’s Father’s Day Message to Barack Will Make You Weep Happy Tears

Michelle Obama took time out of her blissful vacation with Barack to send him a Happy Father’s Day message that had everyone on the internet weeping — happy tears, of course. «Happy #FathersDay @BarackObama. Our daughters may be older and taller now, but they’ll always be your little girls. We love you,» the former First Lady wrote on Instagram along with a throwback photo of Barack and their daughters, Sasha and Malia.

Of course, Barack being the great man he is, had the perfect response to Michelle’s sweet shout out. Read what Barack had to say about being a proud dad ahead, then check out all of his cutest moments with Sasha and Malia over the years.

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