Orlando, who was dining with Leonardo DiCaprio at the Cipriani restaurant on Wednesday night, was very, very angry, when Justin, who didn’t have a reservation at the eatery, approached their table to try to talk to the actors.

DiCaprio had proceeded to shoo away the pop singer with his hand, leading Bieber to provoke a fight which saw Bloom jump over a sofa to get at the 20-year-old Baby singer at the restaurant.

(x) this just keeps getting better

dicaprio had proceeded to shoo away the pop singer with his hand

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god, bieber is such a prick

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alwaysokaykingofokay:

alright. this is a post about endverse!cas’ cabin.
because my god guys look at this place. let’s just… I mean like. chuck’s throwing fits over tampon rations and reinforces that toilet paper has higher value than currency and cas has an amber-glass lampshade. cas’ bed, guys. it’s at least queen-sized and it has that gorgeous red-gold brocade duvet on it. and beaded curtains and steamer trunks and persian rugs and iron candelabras and religious tchotchkes and—
I love it.
I mean who the hell do you need to be banging to get a cabin like that at the literal end of the world? (oh wait hang on we know the answer to that.) can’t you just picture it, though? I wonder if it’s guilt-indulgence from dean’s side, letting cas surround himself with all this stuff when you know he’d give anyone else in the camp a reaming for it. distractions and baubles, not unlike the sex and the drugs, things to fill up the spaces that grace leaves behind?
oh no wait wait that wasn’t the point. the point was god damn look at that bed though
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alwaysokaykingofokay:

alright. this is a post about endverse!cas’ cabin.
because my god guys look at this place. let’s just… I mean like. chuck’s throwing fits over tampon rations and reinforces that toilet paper has higher value than currency and cas has an amber-glass lampshade. cas’ bed, guys. it’s at least queen-sized and it has that gorgeous red-gold brocade duvet on it. and beaded curtains and steamer trunks and persian rugs and iron candelabras and religious tchotchkes and—
I love it.
I mean who the hell do you need to be banging to get a cabin like that at the literal end of the world? (oh wait hang on we know the answer to that.) can’t you just picture it, though? I wonder if it’s guilt-indulgence from dean’s side, letting cas surround himself with all this stuff when you know he’d give anyone else in the camp a reaming for it. distractions and baubles, not unlike the sex and the drugs, things to fill up the spaces that grace leaves behind?
oh no wait wait that wasn’t the point. the point was god damn look at that bed though
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alwaysokaykingofokay:

alright. this is a post about endverse!cas’ cabin.
because my god guys look at this place. let’s just… I mean like. chuck’s throwing fits over tampon rations and reinforces that toilet paper has higher value than currency and cas has an amber-glass lampshade. cas’ bed, guys. it’s at least queen-sized and it has that gorgeous red-gold brocade duvet on it. and beaded curtains and steamer trunks and persian rugs and iron candelabras and religious tchotchkes and—
I love it.
I mean who the hell do you need to be banging to get a cabin like that at the literal end of the world? (oh wait hang on we know the answer to that.) can’t you just picture it, though? I wonder if it’s guilt-indulgence from dean’s side, letting cas surround himself with all this stuff when you know he’d give anyone else in the camp a reaming for it. distractions and baubles, not unlike the sex and the drugs, things to fill up the spaces that grace leaves behind?
oh no wait wait that wasn’t the point. the point was god damn look at that bed though
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alwaysokaykingofokay:

alright. this is a post about endverse!cas’ cabin.
because my god guys look at this place. let’s just… I mean like. chuck’s throwing fits over tampon rations and reinforces that toilet paper has higher value than currency and cas has an amber-glass lampshade. cas’ bed, guys. it’s at least queen-sized and it has that gorgeous red-gold brocade duvet on it. and beaded curtains and steamer trunks and persian rugs and iron candelabras and religious tchotchkes and—
I love it.
I mean who the hell do you need to be banging to get a cabin like that at the literal end of the world? (oh wait hang on we know the answer to that.) can’t you just picture it, though? I wonder if it’s guilt-indulgence from dean’s side, letting cas surround himself with all this stuff when you know he’d give anyone else in the camp a reaming for it. distractions and baubles, not unlike the sex and the drugs, things to fill up the spaces that grace leaves behind?
oh no wait wait that wasn’t the point. the point was god damn look at that bed though
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alwaysokaykingofokay:

alright. this is a post about endverse!cas’ cabin.
because my god guys look at this place. let’s just… I mean like. chuck’s throwing fits over tampon rations and reinforces that toilet paper has higher value than currency and cas has an amber-glass lampshade. cas’ bed, guys. it’s at least queen-sized and it has that gorgeous red-gold brocade duvet on it. and beaded curtains and steamer trunks and persian rugs and iron candelabras and religious tchotchkes and—
I love it.
I mean who the hell do you need to be banging to get a cabin like that at the literal end of the world? (oh wait hang on we know the answer to that.) can’t you just picture it, though? I wonder if it’s guilt-indulgence from dean’s side, letting cas surround himself with all this stuff when you know he’d give anyone else in the camp a reaming for it. distractions and baubles, not unlike the sex and the drugs, things to fill up the spaces that grace leaves behind?
oh no wait wait that wasn’t the point. the point was god damn look at that bed though
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alwaysokaykingofokay:

alright. this is a post about endverse!cas’ cabin.

because my god guys look at this place. let’s just… I mean like. chuck’s throwing fits over tampon rations and reinforces that toilet paper has higher value than currency and cas has an amber-glass lampshade. cas’ bed, guys. it’s at least queen-sized and it has that gorgeous red-gold brocade duvet on it. and beaded curtains and steamer trunks and persian rugs and iron candelabras and religious tchotchkes and—

I love it.

I mean who the hell do you need to be banging to get a cabin like that at the literal end of the world? (oh wait hang on we know the answer to that.) can’t you just picture it, though? I wonder if it’s guilt-indulgence from dean’s side, letting cas surround himself with all this stuff when you know he’d give anyone else in the camp a reaming for it. distractions and baubles, not unlike the sex and the drugs, things to fill up the spaces that grace leaves behind?

oh no wait wait that wasn’t the point. the point was god damn look at that bed though

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thatthinginyourshoe:

lil-bit-ghei:

lil-bit-ghei:

"What were you wearing?"
I wore a red dress to work today. It has a zipper at either side of my chest that can unzip and reveal a thin strip of skin. A coworker, without warning, tried pulling at the zipper and when it wouldn’t zip, instead revealed a good portion of my collarbone and shoulder as well as my bra strap. An hour later, the same coworker came up and told me to not wear clothes with zippers because he’ll go right ahead and unzip them. I shot back that unzipping me without my permission is sexual harassment. Apparently a manager heard and berated my coworker. At the end of my shift, my coworker told me that my little comment got him in trouble and that he no longer feels comfortable saying anything to me other than “hello” and “goodbye.”
I am supposed to feel guilty for pointing out that he can’t lay his fucking hands on me.

So I wore the infamous dress at work yesterday and ANOTHER MALE COWORKER DECIDED TO PULL AT ONE OF MY FUCKING ZIPPERS.We were surrounded by other (also male) coworkers (that did nothing) and I swatted his hand away while promptly informing him that he didn’t have permission to touch me.
He then asked, since he knows I cosplay, if it would be any different if I wore a revealing costume. I gave him a dirty look and told him that no matter what *I* decide to wear, no one is allowed “to lay a finger on me unless they want my foot up their ass.”
Being that I’m quite professional at work, they were all surprised by my language and the ferocity with which I spat my promise.

you fucking go girl

thatthinginyourshoe:

lil-bit-ghei:

lil-bit-ghei:

"What were you wearing?"

I wore a red dress to work today. It has a zipper at either side of my chest that can unzip and reveal a thin strip of skin. A coworker, without warning, tried pulling at the zipper and when it wouldn’t zip, instead revealed a good portion of my collarbone and shoulder as well as my bra strap. An hour later, the same coworker came up and told me to not wear clothes with zippers because he’ll go right ahead and unzip them. I shot back that unzipping me without my permission is sexual harassment. Apparently a manager heard and berated my coworker. At the end of my shift, my coworker told me that my little comment got him in trouble and that he no longer feels comfortable saying anything to me other than “hello” and “goodbye.”

I am supposed to feel guilty for pointing out that he can’t lay his fucking hands on me.

So I wore the infamous dress at work yesterday and ANOTHER MALE COWORKER DECIDED TO PULL AT ONE OF MY FUCKING ZIPPERS.
We were surrounded by other (also male) coworkers (that did nothing) and I swatted his hand away while promptly informing him that he didn’t have permission to touch me.

He then asked, since he knows I cosplay, if it would be any different if I wore a revealing costume. I gave him a dirty look and told him that no matter what *I* decide to wear, no one is allowed “to lay a finger on me unless they want my foot up their ass.”

Being that I’m quite professional at work, they were all surprised by my language and the ferocity with which I spat my promise.

you fucking go girl

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shellfish-machiness:

You know who else is underrated? Owl City. This introverted guy who wrote a bunch of songs on his computer in his parents basement. With lyrics like “reality is a lovely place, but I wouldn’t wanna live there” and “please take a long hard look through your textbook, cause I’m history” and he tweets stuff like “got groceries. Enough social interaction for the week” and “girl I ain’t no astronaut, but I need a little space” and I love owl city

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