Robert Downey Jr. greeting fans at Incheon Airport in South Korea on April 3rd 2013
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Hollywood is concerned about illegal downloads, but HBO programming president Michael Lombardo told Entertainment Weekly recently that the network sees the piracy of “Game of Thrones” as a sign of success more than a problem.
“I probably shouldn’t be saying this, but it is a compliment of sorts,” Lombardo said ahead of the season 3 premier. “The demand is there. And it certainly didn’t negatively impact the DVD sales. [Piracy is] something that comes along with having a wildly successful show on a subscription network.”
[x] (via mybelovedcheshire)
Prodding poor parents to get even more involved is really just a callous disregard for the fact that parental involvement–while ideal–is a luxury that not all families can afford.
Melissa Harris-Perry on MSNBC after Tennessee proposed a bill that would take money away from the state’s poorest families if their children fail to make the grade in school. (via msnbc)
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It is also a callous disregard for the way the state’s most fail-happy school system is organised: many Nashville Metro schools are filled with children whose bus rides are several /hours/, because in the name of ‘desegregation’, those children are bused across the county to attend school. A household with two working parents does not have the time to be involved with their childrens’ school life in the way this bill would demand.
A Thousand Angsty Whales, all pumping iron: DO IT NOW: Fairly Quick Guide to Proper Bra Fit and Measuring because Victoria Secret and La Senza and whatever are full…
Hi guys I’m obsessed with this shit lately because I don’t want anyone to have unhappy, unsupported boobs like I did. Even if you think your boobs and bras are fine, try it. It will make a big difference in comfort, support, and shape, even if you have small boobs or big boobs. A proper fitting…
So much of all this! I want to add tho’, that finding a local boutique that specializes in bras and lingerie can be worth the cost of buying locally. You may also find the price difference between there and online is minimal, with the bonus of getting in person, knowledgable help.
So I did this yesterday (also keeping in mind Sam Vimes economics), and I found cleavage! I keep having to check down my shirt to make sure it didn’t go away.
Valentine’s Evening || iamthefirechild
That earned him a long arch of the neck. She pulled one arm out of its sleeve, then the other, leaving the top of the dress draped around her waist. “This is not a very good outfit to do a striptease in, and I am so bad at this.” She laughed and leaned back over, poking her nose in his bellybutton. Abandoning her dress for the moment, she unbuckled his belt and undid the top of his pants.Summer looked up, through her eyelashes, the length of his body. “You’re wearing too much,” she murmured, crawling back up to stretch out alongside him. “Why don’t you do something about that?”
“Then make it a goofy striptease,” he advised, snickering quietly. “Not like we’ve been so-damn-serious up to this point. Why start now?” And he would get to see her sans clothing regardless, which was always good.
He grinned. “As you command.” He unfastened his pants, hitched his thumbs into his belt loops, and arched his hips away from the mattress, so he could begin sliding his pants down, his hips shifting slowly to better facilitate the action. He pulled them down far enough that he could kick them off, and then dropped flat again to stretch. He slid her a glance. “That any better?” he asked, because of course he had neglected boxers for the day.
Summer swallowed hard. “Much,” she whispered. Wriggling backward off the bed, eyes dark and biting at her lip, she slid the dress all the way off to pool at her feet. Carefully, she stepped out of it. Red waves of hair slipped over one shoulder as she turned her head to look at Tony, one hand smoothing the strap of her bra off her shoulder.
Twisting around, she repeated the action on the other side, then unhooked the back. Under the fall of hair, her hands slid over bare skin, diamonds flaring briefly between strands of red. Slowly, she stepped toward the bed again, eyes shyly hidden beneath lashes. One hand traced the curve of her hip.
