Anna Faris, True Saint, Tweets a Shirtless Photo of Chris Pratt For Fans


Anna Faris is a true treasure. The witty actress couldn’t help showing off her ripped husband, Chris Pratt, when she signed onto Twitter on Monday. «@prattprattpratt honey-you can’t just send me a photo like this and not expect me to tweet it,» she captioned a shirtless shot of Chris flexing his huge biceps. Anna certainly knows his fans well. It’s no wonder the two make such a perfect pair.

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Dwayne Johnson Literally Stops Traffic to Make 1 Lucky Fan’s Dream Come True


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Dwayne Johnson really loves his fans . . . so much so that he’ll stop his car in the middle of traffic to delight them with a photo. On Tuesday, the actor did just that when he stopped his truck on the street to take a selfie with a lucky fan. Dwayne shared a clip of the epic moment on Instagram, writing, «Sometimes traffic is just gonna have to wait to make fans happy 😉.»

He then told a story about how he «was driving in my pick up truck after work and my guy here pulled up beside me, recognized me and started freaking out. I rolled the passenger window down to say hello and then he REALLY freaked out. Jumped out of his rig and came around to my side where he stood in the oncoming traffic lane. He said, ‘Holy sh*t Rock you’re my hero, can I take a picture with you?’ I said yeah man but let’s pull over to the side and .. before I could even finish he was gone like a flash, ‘Hold on let me get my phone’ .. The light’s turned green and now cars are coming towards him and driving around him. Not one car was beeping their horn because I’m sure they thought some road rage was going down,» he continued. «This dude put a grateful smile on my face and got a big ass laugh outta me as well. Besides the traffic jam we caused and his ass almost getting hit by oncoming traffic, making fans like this happy will always be the best part of fame. Thanks dude for making my day. 🤙🏾 #INeedDarkerWindowTint #GreatestFansInTheWorld» Now, where can we find Dwayne?

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Those Hints Beyoncé Dropped About the Sex of Her Twins Turned Out to Be Totally True

Beyoncé and Jay Z welcomed twins on Monday, June 12, and the internet is buzzing about whether the superstar gave birth to boys or girls. Well, according to TMZ, Blue Ivy now has a little brother and sister — the twins were born in an LA hospital, though doctors don’t yet feel comfortable releasing them due to a «minor issue» that surfaced after their arrival.

Back in February, Beyoncé hinted at the sexes of her twins with her now-infamous pregnancy announcement; in the first photo of her growing belly, Beyoncé wore nothing but a burgundy-colored Agent Provocateur bra with a tiny pink bow and blue Liviara undies, and eagle-eyed fans considered her mismatched look a clue that she was expecting a boy and a girl. Later on, Queen Bey dropped what appeared to be another hint about bringing a baby boy into her family when she shared a photo of herself wearing the same earrings from her «If I Were a Boy» video. Looks like the Beyhive was right — yet again.

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The Keepers Deconstructs the True Crime Genre to Focus on Women’s Lives 

The Keepers isn’t much of a true crime documentary, at least in the traditional sense of the genre. And that’s to its immense credit. Netflix’s seven-part docudrama flirts with the genre but resists its pitfalls; this series is no whodunit, no he-said-she-said narrative that concludes with neat resolution. Instead,…

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True to Form, Prince George and Princess Charlotte Steal the Spotlight at Trooping the Colour

Prince George and Princess Charlotte joined their family on the balcony of Buckingham Palace for the annual Trooping the Colour parade in London on Saturday — and true to form, the tiny royals totally stole the show. While checking out the ceremony with their parents, Prince William and Kate Middleton, 3-year-old George and 2-year old Charlotte were caught looking excited, quizzical, and a little unimpressed; George showed off his iconic «over it» face while Dad pointed out the air show, and Charlotte — who made her balcony debut just last year — looked adorable as she stayed close to Mom in their adorable matching pink outfits.

The last time we saw George and Charlotte was just a few weeks ago, when they acted as page boy and flower girl in their aunt Pippa Middleton’s wedding to James Matthews. We’ll likely get to more of the little ones in July, when George celebrates his fourth birthday with official portraits. See more of George and Charlotte’s most adorable moments.

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In the Era of ‘90s True Crime Retellings, We’re Missing One Crucial Story

It seems near-undeniable that we, as a society, are better off for the recent wave of ’90s true crime documentaries and retellings. We’ve gotten O.J. Simpson’s story retold in detail, over multiple platforms. We’ve been made to feel ashamed of the way we all, collectively, reduced Marcia Clark to her haircut. We’ve re-examined JonBenét on Netlix and Tonya Harding on ESPN, with a Margot Robbie big screen version of Harding still to come. Even the Menendez brothers got a documentary. (So what if it was so boring I fell asleep after 20 minutes? It still got made.)

There’s a very important, culturally momentous name missing from that list: Lorena Bobbitt.

When it come to ’90s crime fame, she’s clearly in the top tier of the list. Our fascination with rehashing these stories is a fad ready to be cashed in on, and the Bobbitts’ story is rife with salacious material, ready for a Ryan Murphy anthology entry or a Netflix documentary.

To start, John Bobbitt is still, by all accounts, just the biggest, laziest, unflushable floater shit imaginable. Twenty years after the incident, he took to telling outlets just how good his D still works. The NY Daily News felt it acceptable on the 20th anniversary of the event itself to give him a platform for this gem of a statement:

«Being the most famous man to have his penis chopped off does have its advantages. It definitely has not hurt my love life — in fact it improved it.»

Fantastic.

He did porn, and he says he slept with 70+ women since having that D c’d off. Doctors told him he’d never bone again, but he did, like 70 times. What a hero! Somebody throw this guy a fuck parade, pronto, this paragon of paramours.

No. We’ve heard more than enough about John’s junk. The ostensibly all-American John Wayne (his actual name) has a very different place in American history than his Ecuadorian-born ex-wife.

No, the story that’s been left untold for nearly 25 years is that of Lorena Bobbitt, then only 22 years old, who was raped-not for the first time, not even close-by her husband, cut off his penis and threw it out her car window, and was thus turned into a pop-culture punchline.

But in this age of revisiting our past simplifications, maybe it’s finally time to be done with this total misogynistic, inhuman reduction of a woman brave enough to offer herself as a symbol of domestic abuse survival, to mere she-devil penis jokes. Do you have to celebrate a violent outcome? No, of course not. But you do have to realize we’ve spent nearly two and a half decades laughing at a victim of abuse.

In the years since the incident, as John dedicated himself to proving his manhood (70 women, you guys! Wowsers!), Lorena Gallo now runs an organization, Lorena’s Red Wagon, designed to aid victims of domestic abuse and their children, a widespread need that still gets little attention. I can’t help but imagine a world in which Bobbitt’s story was a conversation point rather than a punchline.

But as she told HuffPo recently, that wasn’t the case. «They wanted to talk about his penis, not my story,» she said. «Maybe it looked like a reality show from the outside, but we were not in a cast. It was real life.»

You know how Ryan Murphy shamed an entire country for the way we fixated on Marcia Clark’s hair instead of the case she was fighting?

Imagine if he could do that, but for Gallo’s statement there.

In that profile on Gallo, HuffPo reported that in 1993-the year the Bobbitt’s case exploded in public interest, and a year before both the passage of the Violence Against Women Act and seeing the O.J. Simpson case conflate reality with reality TV-approximately 2,160 women were killed by their romantic partners. They posit that «in an alternate version of history, the sad and horrible story of Lorena and John Wayne Bobbitt would have served as the perfect opportunity to start the dialogue.»

And while print and online profiles like that one are a great start, there’s nothing like the wide reach and intimate, personal audience-to-character connection found in a television or film medium. So if Serial, Making a Murderer, The People v. O.J. Simpson, and all the rest are any indication, we now have the potential to be that alternate history. Please, some beautiful Hollywood soul, take on this story and remind us what shits we were in 1993.

Please.

Vivian Kane doesn’t get to swear quite as much over at The Mary Sue, but you should still come visit her there, or on Twitter.

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FXX Ordered A Deadpool Cartoon and ALL OF MY DREAMS ARE COMING TRUE

So not only are we getting a Deadpool sequel in 2018, we are also getting an animated Merc with the Mouth in 2018. FXX has ordered 10 episodes and OH MAH GAH KIDS.

THAT IS CORRECT. The network that now brings you the filthy animated series Archer will bring you the at least equally filthy Deadpool cartoon. This is great news for matching the flick’s humor and tone within the series. Even better news?

Donald Glover and his brother Stephen (both involved with the FX series Atlanta, obvs) are showrunners, executive producers, and writers for the series.

What’s that? Did you head just explode from so many awesome things smashing against one another like a dog on a leg? Are you falling to your knees to praise the pouches and lift your voice up to the skies in celebration of True Excellence? ARE YOU NOT JIZZING IN YOUR PANTS??

Because I am doing all of the above and I needed this. I needed this win. I needed more Deadpool in my life. It just isn’t enough to have him on my living room wall, on my keychain twice, three four on my desk, one by the television, three on the shelf, pillow cases on my bed, a mask in my closet, comic books by my chair, the movie on every television, and INSIDE OF MY HEART ON THE DAILY. I need this cartoon and I need it to fucking kill it. Literally.

It should be easy to make it wondrous with the creative Glover brothers in charge and the places they can go with our favorite psycho. He could meet unicorns and teach them to kill for money. He could kill dead Presidents. He could have a fashion montage set to music that sounds vaguely familiar but is ultimately a ripoff of a popular song. He could knit a blanket. THE SKY IS THE LIMIT.

HAPPY HUMP DAY, EVERYONE.

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Hunt A Killer Brings True Crime Right to Your Doorstep

Picture if you will a young Righetti lurking around the basement of her two-family home in Queens, red plastic framed glasses sliding down her nose as she peers around the basement steps, holding her place in a yellow hardcover Nancy Drew book with one finger. Quietly she lurks until her target is in sight: Mr. Koenig, her elderly German landlord, who is taking care of the property, pulling weeds from the backyard. But Righetti knows something must be up, he’s a suspicious old man with a secret to solve, just like in her mystery novels.

The thing is my poor landlord wasn’t hiding anything, including his annoyance at being followed by knobby-knee pipsqueak who kept trying (and failing) to unlock doors with bobby pins and solve a mystery. But that love of solving a whodunit has never quite left me, taking up so many forms over the years — from books, to TV show and films and finally, to the True Crime podcasts and series that have proliferated the airwaves in recent years.

Hunt A Killer is a subscription service that taps directly into this cultural zeitgeist. The brainchild of Ryan Hogan, co-founder and CEO and Derrick Smith, co-founder and creative director, Hunt A Killer offers subscribers the chance to solve ongoing, fictional murder mysteries in two ways: a monthly membership box and premium one-time boxes. You’ve probably seen the ads on Facebook, as I did, and unable to resist, I decided to try the monthly service out. I was pleasantly surprised by what I found inside my first two boxes, which were filled with different kinds of clues, physical evidence and case files, codes and ciphers.

Upon signing up for the box, you become part of the Listening Friends of America, a fictional service that connects you with an inmate, who corresponds with you via letters (and some clues) in your box each month. Armed with the clues in the box and some on the internet as well, it’s up to you to play detective and figure out what is hidden in the clues and solve the ongoing mystery being told. And to Hunt a Killer’s credit, you get some pretty cool things in each box, including tools for your research such as a notebook and a black light, as well as some creepy clues like…a tooth.

Having just received my third box, I’m already hooked because as CEO Ryan Hogan succinctly sums it up, Hunt A Killer is a form of entertainment. «Subscription box doesn’t really do our service justice, it’s just the only thing people can relate it to because really we’re episodic entertainment that just happens to be delivered to your doorstep instead of through a TV screen,» Hogan said. Perhaps the beauty and genius of Hunt A Killer is that no matter when you sign up, you start at Box One so you don’t have to worry about missing out on anything or playing catch up, the story begins when you’re ready to start. Though readers beware: while the Facebook group or even Reddit threads are certainly helpful when you’re puzzled over a clue, the ongoing nature of the story means that spoilers are out there.

As Hogan told me, Hunt A Killer was birthed from the desire to create a hands-on interactive experience, akin to escape rooms and interactive theater, which initially resulted in a live Hunt a Killer event. «We came up with a platform that was a 200-acre campground that we turned into a living crime scene and so 600-700 people came out, it was October 1, 2016, and that’s really how Hunt A Killer started.» But knowing that re-creating this experience across the country wouldn’t be sustainable, Hogan and Smith decided to shift to a subscription service, where curated boxes would contain an episode of the story and bring the entire experience to each member’s doorstep.

But if the idea of scouring a fictional crime scene for clues sounds appealing to you (as it definitely does to me), good news! Hunt A Killer will be hosting their second annual Live Hunt this October, a 3-day immersive experience taking place at Camp Ramblewood in Darlington, MD, with live music and entertainment, camping and more. And Hogan explained, this new live hunt will tie directly into the story being told in subscription boxes. «Instead of going out there like ‘here’s a set of murders, go explore the campgrounds and figure it out,’ we are turning Camp Ramblewood into Listening Friends of America and I couldn’t be more excited about this,» Hogan told me. «When people step foot onto the campgrounds, you are going to be in Listening Friends of America, so it’s really going to be this alternate reality game on just a massive scale.»

Check out the trailer for the Live Hunt below:

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a case to solve.

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