Celebrities + the crystal gems = win.
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14 Celebrities That Voice "Steven Universe" Characters
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Do You Know The Differences Between Alligators And Crocodiles?
One of these things is not like the other…
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21 Awesome Products From Amazon To Put On Your Wish List
A Post-It note holder shaped like a cat, sour candy that is a possible taste bud hazard, a stylish skeleton hand ring and 18 other things you’ll want to add to your wish list ASAP.
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An eerie skull hand ring.
Promising Review: "One of my most favorite rings! Details are so real. Many compliments on this beauty. Get one for yourself, and you'll see what I'm talking about!" —Joe Nail
Price: $0.99
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Kate McKinnon Talking About Her Cat Will Make You Believe In Love
Get someone who looks at you the way Kate McKinnon looks at Nino Positano.
If you're a fan of Kate McKinnon, you'll probably know that she has a cat, Nino Positano, who she talks about pretty much constantly.
So when she appeared on The Tonight Show on Wednesday, obviously Jimmy Fallon asked her about Nino.
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FYI, in case you were wondering what true love looks like, here's a picture of Nino Positano with Kate.
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Let's give that a closer look, yes? Yes.
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Here's What The World's 21 Most Beautiful Supermodels Look Like
Spoiler alert: You don’t have to be skinny and blonde to be super.
Fashion Week is popping off all over the world!
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A bunch of fancy people are linking up in New York, Milan, Paris, and London, and they're wearing even fancier clothes that cost a whole lotta cash.
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But more beautiful than the clothes are the head-turning, can't-stop-staring gorgeous models.
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I mean, can we just take a minute to appreciate this perfect pout?
Someone ask this guy what lip balm he uses.
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Hey, Cat Lovers: Our Weekly Cat Newsletter Is For You!
All feline, all the time.
So, you're a cat lover you say?
Then you're in luck, because BuzzFeed has the perfect newsletter for you!
It's called "This Week In Cats," and it's all about the hilarious, weird, and heartwarming things that cats do each and every week.
No matter what those crazy cats get up to, you'll get a full rundown of the most adorable antics in Cat Country each Friday.
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Here's Why Alcohol Messes With Your Poop
“Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol.” —you, singing from the toilet
You may have noticed that drinking alcohol can sometimes make your poop habits a little...shitty.
If alcohol doesn't mess with your poops at all, consider yourself lucky.
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Maybe it happens while you're drinking, and you end up trapped in a bar bathroom praying for mercy.
You know it's bad when you actually have to sit down on those gross toilets.
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...or you spend the entire morning after on the toilet.
Either way, alcohol poops are no fun. To get to the bottom of this, BuzzFeed Health reached out to two experts: Dr. Lisa Ganjhu, gastroenterologist at New York University Langone Medical Center in New York City, and Dr. Ali Keshavarzian, director of digestive diseases at Rush University Medical Center in Chicago and grantee of the National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism (NIAAA).
So, here's why booze can be a literal shitshow sometimes:
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First, let's go over how alcohol is actually processed through your digestive system.
When alcohol hits the stomach, a little bit is absorbed through the stomach lining. The rest ends up sloshing around in your stomach before it goes to the small intestine. In the small intestine, alcohol is absorbed directly into the bloodstream. What's left after that is waste products and water, which moves through the large intestine (colon) until it reaches the rectum, and leaves the body...as poop.
Along this magical journey, alcohol can screw with everything from your stomach enzymes to the speed of digestion, all of which can wreak havoc on your poops.
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This Dessert Test Will Reveal What Age You'll Get Married
In sickness and in health, until arguing over who gets the last donut do us part.
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What Are The Best Clothing Stores For Tall Girls?
Because you deserve better than highwaters.
On you, all pants become ankle pants...
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... dresses turn to shirts...
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... and you know what happens if you even LOOK at a jumpsuit.
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17 Times Homer And Marge Simpson Were Almost, Sort Of, Not Really Perfect Parents
The Simpsons know a thing or two about parenting… but that’s about it.
When Homer made quality time a priority... sort of.
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When Marge tried to better herself as a parent.
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When Homer taught Bart perspective.
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When Marge tried to understand Lisa.
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24 Songs From 2009 You'll Never Forget The Lyrics To
This will be logged in your memory forever.
"Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)" by Beyoncé
Most iconic lyric: "If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it" — and you better attempt the choreography, too!
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"Just Dance" by Lady Gaga feat. Colby O'Donis
Most iconic lyrics: "What's going on on the floor? I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymore" — several drinks in, too.
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"Kiss Me Thru The Phone" by Soulja Boy feat. Sammie
Most iconic lyrics: If you could drunkenly get the digits right — "Six seven eight triple nine eight two one two" — then your night was totally a win.
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"I Know You Want Me (Calle Ocho)" by Pitbull
Most iconic lyrics: Pitbull isn't exactly Shakespeare, so just repeating "I know you want me (want me) / You know I want cha (want cha) / I know you want me / You know I want cha (want cha)" should do the trick.
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26 Honest AF Mugs For People Who Need Coffee To Function
Is there such a thing as Caffeine Anonymous meetings?
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Can You Guess The Animal By Its Tail?
They’re all cute though.
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We Know How Long You've Been Dead For Based On Your Favorite LaCroix Flavor
Are you having fun drinking naturally fruit essenced sparkling water with Satan?!?
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17 Of The Best Tailgating Food Tips On Pinterest
Go team go! And pass me another burger and beer!
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Get the mini bags of Fritos and have everyone build their own "taco" to their liking.
Here's the recipe. It works well if you don't want to cook too much, because all you have to do is prep chili and chop some toppings!
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Serve boozy lemonade in plastic bags with straws to make it easy to distribute drinks evenly.
Plus, you can freeze them overnight and stick 'em in your cooler the morning. That way, they can help keep everything else cold. Here's the tutorial.
Or try using tequila to spike a pouch of Capri Sun.
It's like childhood but better, trust me. Here's how to do it.
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Show Us The Best Halloween Decorations You’ve Ever Seen
It’s more than just jack-o-lanterns, folks.
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Maybe one of your neighbors is obsessed with a certain movie, and proves it year after year:
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All The Best Deals On The Internet Today
Deals at Free People, Missguided, Retro Planet, and more!
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17 Posts That Prove Your Brain Is An Asshole
Me: *doing fine, minding my own business.* My Brain: PANIC ABOUT NOTHING!!!
It can't remember anything important.
Honestly, it should be fired sometimes.
Because it makes a big deal out of nothing.
It gets random songs stuck in it sometimes.
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What's One Beauty Hack That Changed Your Life?
You know there’s one trick you can’t live without.
Every makeup lover knows that, sometimes, applying that flawless look can be a bit time-consuming.
But maybe you've figured out a way to make your routine a little bit simpler.
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Maybe you've used a spoon to perfect your eyeshadow game:
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Perhaps you figured out that applying Vaseline before you apply your highlighter makes it pop even more:
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Fiction: "An Inside Hurt Was Supposed To Stay Inside"
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In Fat Charlie's, Nadia had been sitting in the booth toward the back, flipping through a menu, when Luke Sheppard stepped out of the kitchen, white apron slung across his hips, black Fat Charlie's T-shirt stretched across his muscular chest. He looked as handsome as she'd remembered from Sunday School, except he was a man now, bronzed and broad-shouldered, his hard jaw covered in stubble. And he was limping now, slightly favoring his left leg, but the gimpiness of his walk, its uneven pace and tenderness, only made her want him more. Her mother had died a month ago and she was drawn to anyone who wore their pain outwardly, the way she couldn't. She hadn't even cried at the funeral. At the repast, a parade of guests had told her how well she'd done and her father placed an arm around her shoulder. He'd hunched over the pew during the service, his shoulders quietly shaking, manly crying but crying still, and for the first time, she'd wondered if she might be stronger than him.
An inside hurt was supposed to stay inside. How strange it must to be to hurt in an outside way you couldn't hide. She played with the menu flap as Luke limped his way over to her booth. She, and everyone at Upper Room, had watched his promising sophomore season end last year. A routine kick return, a bad tackle, and his leg broke, the bone cutting clear through the skin. The commentators had said he'd be lucky if he walked normal again, let alone played another down, so no one had been surprised when San Diego State pulled his scholarship. But she hadn't seen Luke since he'd gotten out of the hospital. In her mind, he was still in a cot, surrounded by doting nurses, his bandaged leg propped toward the ceiling.
"What're you doing here?" she asked.
"I work here," he said, then laughed, but his laugh sounded hard, like a chair suddenly scraped against the floor. "How you been?"
He didn't look at her, shuffling through his notepad, so she knew he'd heard about her mother.
"I'm hungry," she said.
"That's how you been? Hungry?"
"Can I get the crab bites?"
"You better not." He guided her finger down the laminated menu to the nachos. "There. Try that."
His hand curved soft over hers like he was teaching her to read, moving her finger under unfamiliar words. He always made her feel impossibly young, like two days later, when she returned to his section and tried to order a margarita. He laughed, tilting her fake ID toward him.
"Come on," he said. "Aren't you, like, twelve?"
She narrowed her eyes. "Oh fuck you," she said, "I'm seventeen."
But she'd said it a little too proudly and Luke laughed again. Even eighteen—which she wouldn't turn until late August—would seem young to him. She was still in high school. He was twenty-one and had already gone to college, a real university, not the community college where everyone loafed around a few months after graduation before finding jobs. He knew things and he knew girls, college girls, girls who wore high heels to class, not sneakers, and carried satchels instead of backpacks, and spent their summers interning at Qualcomm or California Bank & Trust, not making juice at the pier. She imagined herself in college, one of those sophisticated girls, Luke driving to see her, or if she went out of state, flying to visit her over spring break. He would laugh if he knew how she imagined him in her life. He teased her often, like when she began doing her homework in Fat Charlie's.
"Shit," he said, flipping through her calculus book. "You a nerd."
She wasn't, really, but learning came easily to her. (Her mother used to tease her about that—must be nice, she'd say, when Nadia brought home an aced test she only studied for the night before.) She thought her advanced classes might scare Luke off, but he liked that she was smart. See this girl right here, he'd tell a passing waiter, first black lady president, just watch. Every black girl who was even slightly gifted was told this. But she liked listening to Luke brag and she liked it even more when he teased her for studying. He didn't treat her like everyone else at school, who either sidestepped her or spoke to her like she was some fragile thing one harsh word away from breaking.
One February night, Luke drove her home and she invited him inside. Her father was gone for the weekend at the Men's Advance, so the house was dark and silent when they arrived. She wanted to offer Luke a drink—that's what women did in the movies, handed a man a boxy glass, filled with something dark and masculine—but moonlight glinted off glass cabinets emptied of liquor and Luke pressed her against the wall and kissed her. She hadn't told him it was her first time but he knew. In her bed, he asked three times if she wanted to stop. Each time she told him no. Sex would hurt and she wanted it to. She wanted Luke to be her outside hurt.
By spring, she knew what time Luke got off work, when to meet him in the deserted corner of the parking lot, where two people could be alone. She knew which nights he had off, nights she listened for his car crawling up her street and tiptoed past her father’s shut bedroom door. She knew the days he went to work late, days she slipped him inside the house before her father came home from work. How Luke wore his Fat Charlie’s T-shirt a size too small because it helped him earn more tips. How when he dropped to the edge of her bed without saying much, he was dreading a long shift, so she didn’t say much either, tugging his too-tight shirt over his head and running her hands over the expanse of his shoulders. She knew that being on his feet all day hurt his leg more than he ever admitted and sometimes, while he slept, she stared at the thin scar climbing toward his knee. Bones, like anything else, strong until they weren’t.
She also knew that Fat Charlie’s was dead between lunch and happy hour, so after her pregnancy test returned positive, she rode the bus over to tell Luke.
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Born and raised in Southern California, Brit Bennett graduated from Stanford University and later earned her MFA in fiction at the University of Michigan, where she won a Hopwood Award in Graduate Short Fiction as well as the 2014 Hurston/Wright Award for College Writers. Her work is featured in The New Yorker, The New York Times Magazine, The Paris Review, and Jezebel. The Mothers is her first novel.
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