By now, you’ve probably heard that Scarlett Johansson is living with Sean Penn. Yup. She apparently left the hotel that she’d been residing in since her divorce from Ryan Reynolds (and boy, isn’t he just about shitting himself right now, huh?), and took up residence at Sean’s home in Malibu.  If you hadn’t heard?  Well, now you know.

Today she was spotted doing some light shopping at a local grocery store, where she was wearing actual shoes and a floppy sweater to conceal her burgeoning baby bump. It’s there, guys. Just wait, and give it time – you’ll see.

Well this is sweet. No, really it is – I mean it. You’ll get no snark from me about how I hope that Scientology and gay rumors don’t continue their good, hard fight in trying to break up this family, or even anything remotely similar.

Seriously.

Here’s John Travolta, his lovely wife Kelly Preston, and their newest son, Benjamin, whose cheeks I want to pinch and nibble and sniff him to see if he smells like maple syrup and milk.

Isn’t he just so stinking cute?

“Lashing out was my cry for help. Wow, who was I to do that? I’m very ashamed. I wasn’t in the right state of mind at all. [I] basically had a nervous breakdown. I was really bad off. My parents and my manager pulled me aside and said, ‘You need to get some help.’ It was an intervention. I wanted freedom from the inner demons. I wanted to start my life over.”

Demi Lovato, to Seventeen magazine, where she’s now a contributing editor.

The more I hear from this girl, the more I like and admire her. And no, it has nothing to do with the fact that I’m a creepy closet-fan of the Camp Rock movies (OK, it does, but just a little bit). In all seriousness, though, when I first heard of all the crazy Demi Lovato stuff going down, I was horrified for her, thinking ‘Shit, this is such bad crap for someone so young to be going through.’ And the thing is, it’s not just her – others have gone through it, too, but unfortunately haven’t been helped enough – or helped themselves enough – to be able to overcome it in the end. I give Demi mad props for going through what she has, and the fearless and awesome way that she’s come through it all in all. This chick is definitely bad-ass in my book, and I think she’s an example for all those going through a rough time to look up to.

Because honestly, I can’t imagine Ke$ha caring about much of anything outside of oral sex, Jack Daniels, penises, Massengil, and Krispy Kreme doughnuts, you know? It just doesn’t compute all that well that Ke$ha is sticking up for those crazily-adorable baby seals. I’m glad PETA thinks that they have someone all cool and cutting-edge to peddle their mantras, but they really should have checked out someone a bit more reliable in their personality. Ke$ha’s like the wind, you guys.

Apparently Jennifer Lopez is not the World’s Most Beautiful Woman. [The Superficial]

That cheating rumor’s really hitting Angelina hard. [Lainey Gossip]

Sarah Palin gets a restraining order against a stalker who’s threatening to rape the Palin family. [Bossip]

Robert Pattinson buys Kristen Stewart a 17k ring. Wonder what that means. [Hollywood Dame]

I hope Hugh Grant isn’t turning into one of those weird conspiracy theorists. [Cele|Bitchy]

The gay basketball league wants Kobe Bryant. [TMZ]

Dianna Agron talks about being in a relationship with Lea Michele. [The Frisky]

Chris Hemsworth word-fucks Natalie Portman and Anthony Hopkins. [Socialite Life]

Ke$ha officially cannot sing. For her life. Or anyone else’s. [OMGBlog]

Did Beyonce get fat? [Yeeeah]

Michael Shannon: still creeping people the eff out. [IDLYITW]

I’ll be the first to admit, I have no idea whether or not Taylor Lautner is a ‘good’ actor; I’ve never seen any of the Twilight movies, and at this rate, I probably never will (thank God I made it). However, Lautner’s gone and launched his Big Boy Movie Career, and the first real movie post-Twilight is called Abduction. More or less, it’s about a kid who finds out in the most bitching way ever that he was either adopted, or stolen from his birth parents. The movie stars all sorts of cool people like Sigourney Weaver, Alfred Molina, and Maria Bello, not to mention his real-life girlfriend, Lily Collins. The flick almost looks like a mini-Jason Bourne movie, just with a hotter badass hero, you know?

What do you guys think – does Taylor Lautner stand a chance in Hollywood, or will this movie be a fluke if it’s even all that worthwhile?