#and of course there's clueless producers that don't give a shit and just want a quick buck

[anonymouscomrade]

The store I work at is doing their GRAND REOPENING today and Jesus Christ I don't think I've ever seen a bigger corporate wank-fest in person

First of all, "grand reopening" implies the place was ever closed at any point, which it wasn't, thanks late-stage capitalism!

Second, literally all they did was hang a few new posters of places from around tHe CoMmUnItY in random spots, put these weird liners on the produce fridges that aren't fooling anybody because they're obviously cardboard with wood grain printed on it, and shuffle around the locations of things in the store, which pissed off literally every customer and my entire department since we're the guys putting together orders for online pickup, because nobody has known for sure where anything is for nearly a month now.

Third, they had a fucking press conference in the store. Every clueless regional management nepo dipshit who has absolutely no idea how we do our jobs but thinks they know best was there, acting like they'd just won the fucking Super Bowl. The mayor was there. Of course this press conference was right by the checkout lanes, making it hard to get around and further pissing off customers who just wanted to buy their shit and go home instead of hearing this corporate circle-jerk. Listening to the brainwashed store management cheering after literally every hollow sentence about giving back to the community or whatever other meaningless buzzword would have been a fascinating case study if it weren't for the subtle underlying horrifying emptiness of it all

I might be a slacker and a loser but thank God almighty I'm not some soulless fucking suit

[thatstormygeek]

Margot Robbie did a fine job in Barbie and I do enjoy watching her performance, but the role itself just wasn't that…interesting? It didn't give her all that much to do. And yes, ha ha, real life imitating art with the man getting nominated, but giving the lead actress an award nod just because she's a woman in the feminism 101 movie isn't great either.

The things the author suggests should be rewarded - defying all critical expectations, making moviegoing fun again, and the message about women having to work twice as hard - are not things the best actress category is about, as far as I know. (which isn't far, because I quit watching awards shows before I even joined facebook, and I quit facebook years back)

I'd imagine those are more things for the best picture category. Maybe screenplay. Editing? Costume? Those kinds of categories as well, depending. But not necessarily actor. Again, though, what do I know.

Something, I suppose, because Barbie does have a Best Picture, nomination. And adapted screenplay (yeah, I bristled at that, too, but it does fit with the usual way things are sorted, even if I'd quibble with that usual way).

Oh, shit, they got a costume design and production design nomination as well. Maybe I'm not as clueless as I assumed (to be clear, I hadn't seen this article when I wrote everything above this paragraph).

Now, it should be added that Gerwig and Robbie were nominated — just not for best director and best actress. Gerwig got a nod for best adapted screenplay for the film, which she co-wrote with Noah Baumbach. And Robbie's work as executive producer, for which she is up for Best Picture, included convincing Mattel to take real risks in how the character and the company was portrayed.

Oh wait, what? You mean, they are actually being recognized for some of the work they did? Damn.

And I want to really emphasize that we are talking about the Academy Awards, right? Like, the Olympics for movies, I guess. As in, few even get to that level of recognition/competition, let alone get nominated, let alone win.

So when you have a single movie hoovering nominations, there are that many more projects that don't even get into the running. So. Yano. Just to keep things in perspective here.

Back to Robbie's performance - it's not that she wasn't good, but there wasn't much there there. Barbie was the character around which the movie revolved, so her purpose was mostly to...be. I believe Robbie very much has the range for a Best Actress Oscar. This role, though? Not so much.

You know what role in Barbie did have that range more than the titular lead? Gloria. She's the one who delivered the fucking feminist monologue.

Actually, we can continue the art copies life copies art reading of the situation: the outrage over Ken getting a nom when Barbie didn't has completely overshadowed America Ferrera's nomination altogether. A white woman did not receive the praise many felt she'd earned by simply existing and being pretty while the recognition of a Latina's hard work gets handwaved away as a "nice, but." Sure, it's nice that the woman who absolutely nailed the most relatable part in the movie gets nominated, but it doesn't matter as much because Barbie herself did not. And yes, a lot of that Robbie snub outrage is because Ryan Gosling did get a nod. But folks are pissed about the lack of a nomination itself as well.

This is already way too long and I haven't touched on the Best Director part yet. Though there isn't nearly as much for me to say, either. I don't know why the Academy didn't pick Gerwig over someone else who got nominated. I can't argue it wasn't a decision based in misogyny.

What I can, and do, take issue with is the LA Times writer's need to be awful about the other projects in her attempt to somehow prove Gerwig was being unfairly treated. And doing so while tying in the historic nomination of a Native American actress is just bad. Especially considering the horrid smallpox joke and absolutely pointless Mount Rushmore gag that made it all the way through to Barbie's final product. (seriously, though, did nobody say anything? or did gerwig & co just overrule?)

The state of feminism right now makes me sad and tired and articles like this are doing nothing to help. Barbie shouldn't have been seen as revolutionary by so many of my friends, and yet. I can't believe we've managed to get to a place where I long for the fucking 90s.

[feathered-serpents]

Watching the Sandman and so far it’s good and trying very hard to be faithful while also making the story more streamlined for Netflix but somehow that is making me Tense because the American Gods TV show was also good and faithful at first and then went TOTALLY off the rails and every frame of Sandman some part of me is thinking 

[nishisun]

DORM BUDDIES

30. well....

DORM BUDDIES MASTERLIST

warning: slight smut (fingering)

Shit.

Was your initial thought after reading Tsukishima’s text. He seemed pretty serious, right? You were hoping he wasn’t. Maybe he needed help examining some artifacts. Or maybe, he wanted to talk about something that isn’t as important as you think. Maybe you’re overthinking.

Stop giving yourself false hope, y/n.

Standing up from your bed suddenly felt like a complex task. You inevitably turned off your phone and let out a piteous sigh. Once you finally stood up after minutes of contemplating, you finally made it to the door of his room. It was quiet. You couldn’t see what was going on since the door was shut. You couldn't hear his voice and there wasn't any music currently playing. This must be serious.

With sweaty palms that you quickly wipe away using your shirt, it takes everything in you just to open the door. There’s no going back now. There he was. He was slouched on his bed. He looked fatigued, maybe? What the hell happened to the Tsukishima 30 minutes ago?

I mean, you both were just arguing back and forth 30 minutes ago. You made up afterward and then you just fled his room. Now he wants to talk? What about exactly? Whatever it is, you sincerely hope it doesn’t cause another argument.

“Hey,” Your voice is remarkably unstable, faltering due to how nervous you are. Tsukishima looks up at you and contorts his face in possible confusion for a brief moment, then relaxes it again. “You said we needed to talk, what about?”

“Stop.”

Stop?

“Stop acting clueless. It’s annoying.” He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, slouching once again as his head hangs low, he doesn’t bother making eye contact with you, he keeps his face set to the ground.

“Kei, what are you talking about-”

“Cut the bullshit, y/n. Stop trying to avoid shit. You know exactly why I called you over here to talk,” Tsukishima snaps, Your eyes start to water, and Tsukishima groans and covers his eyes with his hands. “I need a drink.” His lanky body suddenly stands up from the bed. He drags himself from out the room and you resolutely turn and look at him in pure confusion.

“Tsukishima, I don’t think it’s smart for you to be drinking at this time.”

“What are you, my mother? You sure do think many things, y/n.” He laughs out, still walking to the kitchen, and opens the fridge. “Why the hell do you care anyway? I’m an adult.”

“Okay, what the hell is wrong with you?” you scoff, leaning on one of the slabs in the kitchen. “We were literally okay like 30 minutes ago- not even! Now, you text me, even though i’m literally a room away from you, telling me we need to talk about who knows what, and now you don't even want to talk anymore. It’s unfair, tsukishima-”

“You know what’s unfair, Y/N?” He lets out an awfully unpleasant laugh, slamming the fridge door really hard which makes you flinch. “You can’t-- God--” He’s staring pensively at you, you’re staring back and glaring, eagerly waiting for him to say something. He scoffs, then takes a seat in the kitchen dining. “You’re a hypocrite.”

“How about you stop insulting me and tell me what I did that got you so fucking worked up!” You raise your hands up in defeat with glassy eyes and Tsukishima still doesn’t make any direct eye contact with you. “Can we please just talk? Like adults?”

He sighs and finally looks up at you and nods. You heave a profound sigh of relief when you see that he’s finally willing to talk things out.

“Yeah, you’re right, I’m sorry.” You offer him a whimsical smile, walking towards him to hug him, he’s hugging back with a loose grip, but you pay no mind to it.

“Of course, Kei.” You let go of him, still standing close to him. You sit on the chair beside him, and you both are now facing each other. “So, what’s up?”

Tsukishima looks at you for a moment and opens his mouth, then closes it. He plays with his drink, circling the cup, so the ice in it makes a noise. You move close to him as you soothe him, massaging his back softly, then moving your hand up to softly caress his hair, just the way he likes it.

“You can tell me anything, Kei. Take your time if you need to.” He nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck when you continue to thread your hands in his hair and can't help the way your heart flutters at how cute he reacts to your touch.

“You smell so fucking good.” he breaths, you chuckle in return and he clings to you tighter.

“Kei.”

“Hmm?”

Before you can even continue speaking, your gasp cuts you off when tsukishima licks a stripe on your neck. Without thinking, you tilt your head, giving him more access to your neck in which he smirks at. As he continued to lick and suck on your flesh, mindlessly, you began threading your fingers on his hair once again which motivates tsukishima to continue.

“K-kei..” You call, but he doesn’t give you an answer. The hand he has placed on your thigh finds its way to your hips, then your shirt, hoisting it up quickly. You assist him to lift up your shirt and once it’s off you immediately took your lips with his, your heart pounding and knees getting weaker as the gentle kiss deepens. The buzz on your phone goes off again, but you pay no attention to it. The only thing you could focus on right now was how soft tsukishima’s lips felt against yours. Softer than you naturally imagined. He was addictively invading your senses and honestly, you could get used to this.

It altogether felt like you were dreaming. Clearly, you weren’t considering the fact that you and he were just arguing not so long ago. The kiss was messy, but there was raw emotion in the way tsukishima’s deft hands interlaced with yours. You break the kiss and the both of you gasp for air as tsukishima carries you bridal style down his room and places you on the bed.

He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him. He too could get used to feeling your tender lips with his. As you were laying down, tsukishima gets on top of you and places his hands on the sides of your head as support.

“Please, look how fucked out you look from just some kisses.” Tsukishima teases and you instantly use both of your hands to cover the blush that was forming on your cheeks.

“F-fuck you,”

“You’re cute. Take off your clothes.”

You happily oblige with his orders, flinging them somewhere in his room and you produce a confused look when you notice that his clothes are still on.

“Wanna eat you out.”

Your eyes widen in shock, which purely makes him chuckle as he moves closer to you, face to face. You could feel his warm breath, and it was driving you crazy. You draped both of your arms around his shoulders and met his lips halfway.

Your stomach flutters once again, heart skipping a beat. Everything felt surreal. From the heated make-out session, you were having with tsukishima, to the smell of him which was gradually, but undoubtedly causing you to lose all trains of thought.

You parted your lips and felt him washing over you like a tidal wave, warmth being spread from head to toes. Your entire body tingled with pleasure and the feeling of tsukishima slowly leaning his frame on yours as he wrapped his arms around you seemed to be amplified. Tsukishima pulls away to smirk at you and you roll your eyes as you haul him back in, claiming his lips once again. You find yourself slipping your fingers under his shirt, feeling his smooth radiant skin.

He breaks the kiss once again, kissing down to your collarbone, all the way down to your thighs. You’re too out of it to notice that both of his hands were already wrapped around your thighs to keep your hips in place as he stared face to face with your cunt.

“So pretty,” He beams, you conceal your mouth with your hand to prevent a moan from slipping out your lips and tsukishima smilingly shakes his head in disapproval.

“Ah, Ah, Ah” He tuts, “I wanna hear you, okay? Can you do that for me pretty?”

You mindlessly nod, hoping the blond-haired boy would grant you some mercy due to how fucked out you were, but being his usual sadistic self, he wants to hear you struggle to beg for him.

“Please,”

“Please what?” He brings his thumb and strokes it on your clit, then abruptly stops to take some of your wetness and spreads it around your cunt.

“Mmm, please eat me out-- please!”

“Of course, all you had to do was ask, dummy.” He laughs out, you’re too fucked out to even care about the jokes he makes at this moment.

Tsukishima immediately dives down and latches his tongue on your clit harshly, your legs tensing up immediately at the contact.

“Ha!--”

Your hips begin to squirm and tsukishima has to hold them in place and hastily pushes two fingers inside curling up, almost instantly finding your g-spot. You immediately grip his hair, tugging on it which gets a groan out of the man below you.

“Shh. listen,” Tsukihsima’s thrusting slows down as he pulls his mouth away. Instead, his thrust are hard and slow and the lewd noises coming from your cunt make you blush even harder than before. “Do you hear the naughty noises your cunt’s making?”

You want to hide away, somewhere, anywhere. You can’t help the squelching noises your cunt’s making, maybe if he stopped thrusting harder it would go away, but you don’t want him to. He observes the way you try to hide away in the sheets and his thrust instantly quickens, striking a spot you never knew you had.

“Oh-- Oh my God.! ‘M gonna!”

“Yeah? You gonna cum? Cmon, do it. I know you can, baby. Give it to me.” You nod your head furiously. Tsukishima quickly latches his lips onto your clit again, sucking harshly and you can’t help the way your legs close in on his head.

“C-Cumming!” With one final strangled scream, Your walls convulse around his fingers, tsukishima’s thrusting slows down to prevent overstimming.

Slowly, Tsukishima pulls his fingers out, examaning his two fingers and spreading them before tasting them.

“You fucking perv!” You laugh out, still trying to catch your breath.

“I can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

“Kei?”

“Yeah?” He left the room and came back with a damp towel and began to clean you up. It was a comfortable silence, he looked concentrated and you couldn’t help but admire the man above you.

“If it’s about me finishing y/n, then I’m fine. Trust me.”

“No, I just realised.. We never talked about-- y’know.”

He looks at you and smiles, then places the damp towel away and once he comes back he plops down on you.

“You’re gonna squish me, you big giant!” You laugh. Tsukishima, on the other hand, rests his head on your stomach and hugs you by the waist.

“I’m tired. Let’s go to sleep.”

“Hey, don’t try to change the subject--”

“Let’s talk about it tomorrow, kay?”

You were about to argue back until you slightly lifted your head to see tsukishima already asleep on your stomach. His glasses were already placed somewhere. You smile to yourself before sighing and caressing his hair. He is such a softie.

“Yeah, sure.”

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[midnightluck]

I love your writing and your take on Ace, Sabo, and their dynamic with the rest of the Whitebeard Pirates. For your prompts maybe a universe where Thatch runs into Sabo undercover and drags him back to the Moby Dick in a "must feed this child" style and then Ace is face to face with his dead brother? You don't have to follow the prompt that closely, I just love how you portray Sabo interacting with Ace and the WB pirates.

what’s that, you want more of my favorite thing ever? well, if you insist!

“Heads up,” a cheerful voice says, and Thatch jerks upright and looks for the source. His hair flops into his eyes, and he curses Haruta again.

There’s a blond guy with scars looking at him, and Thatch glances around and says, “What?”

The guy nods towards a kid who’s running away through the crowd. “Kid was gonna pickpocket you,” he says. 

“What?” Thatch squawks. He tries to pat his pockets, but his hands are full, and the movement drops his new bag of apples to the ground. “Hey! Wait!”

“Kid didn’t get anything,” the guy says, scooping up the apples and shoving most of them back in the bag. “Just be more careful, yeah? You’re a pretty easy target with your arms full like that.”

Thatch grimaces; he knows, but Haruta ditched him ten minutes ago with an incoherent squeal and a ‘be right back!’ that was blatantly untrue. “Thanks,” he says, and the guy carefully places the apple bag on top of the box of spices he’s carrying on his hip. “Appreciate the warning.”

The guy nods. “Anytime,” he says, grinning and bouncing an apple on his palm. It looks a lot like the apples in Thatch’s bag. “I love helping chefs. You are a chef, right?”

“The best of ‘em,” Thatch says proudly. He runs a kitchen for the ship on the Grand Line with the highest consistent complement, and he does it damn well. He eyes the bouncing apple, then gives the guy a quick once-over. “You hungry, kid?”

“Always,” the guy says, and the apple rolls off his arm and pops up from his elbow, landing neatly back into the bag. “You offering?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Thatch says. “You saved my wallet; least I can do is feed you.” The grin he gets in return is bright and broad, and just a little bit familiar. “I know you?”

“Nah, don’t think so,” he says, then offers a hand, looks back at Thatch’s full arms, drops it and chuckles. “Need a hand?”

Thatch immediately dumps the spice box, the produce basket, and the apples in the kid’s arms. They weren’t heavy, per se, but it was getting awkward. “Thanks,” he says. “My sibling was supposed to help me out, but–poof. You know.”

“Siblings,” the guy agrees with an eye roll, shifting the load and trailing behind him.

“Are we insulting our siblings?” Haruta asks, appearing out of nowhere. “Cause if we are, my brother here’s the worst–”

“We weren’t insulting siblings,” Thatch cuts in, handing off the heavy parcel of wrapped meats. “We were insulting you.”

Haruta makes an undignified noise, then gives the kid the hairy eyeball. “Have I already been replaced?”

The kid shrugs. “I was here. You weren’t.”

“This is my new favorite sibling,” Thatch immediately declares. “New favorite sibling, this is the least favorite sibling. Haruta, meet–what’s your name?”

“Haruta,” the kid repeats, head tilting and eyes narrowing at the other Commander.

“No, that’s my name; you can’t have it,” Haruta says.

“Haruta of the Whitebeards, Haruta?” the guy asks, and Haruta’s eyebrows go up.

“Yeah,” Haruta says. “Who else did you expect from one of Thatch’s siblings?”

“Division Commander Thatch?” the guy says. “Hey, wait, that’s not fair! You don’t look like your poster at all!”

“Yeah, well, someone here knocked me overboard on our way to the island and washed out all my hair gel,” Thatch says pointedly. Haruta just looks back at him, entirely unashamed. “Is this gonna be a problem?”

“No, not at all,” the guy says. “I just didn’t know I was among celebrities.”

“We’re celebrities,” Thatch tells Haruta. “You hear that? We’re famous.”

“I like you, new guy,” Haruta decides immediately and flings one free arm over the guy’s shoulder. “I’m gonna call you Mister Blue.”

“What? Why?” Thatch asks. “I’m sure he has a perfectly good name. Don’t you, kid?”

“I sure do,” Blue says, and then proceeds to shut up and not give it.

“That’s why,” Haruta says. “So, Blue, how’s Thatch convince you to follow him home? Are we keeping you?”

“As much fun as it sounds, I’m afraid I’m spoken for,” Blue says, grinning at Haruta. 

Haruta grins back, and there’s something there that catches Thatch’s attention. That’s not Haruta’s friendly smile, that’s Haruta’s interested smile.

Well. Shit.

“He saved me from a pickpocket,” Thatch says. “I was an easy target because my hands were full because someone ditched me in the middle of shopping.”

“So you got his wallet back?”

“I stopped him from losing it,” Blue demurs.

Thatch squints from one to the other. “I feel like there’s a conversation here that I’m not getting.”

“That’s because there is,” Haruta tells him, eyes still on Blue.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you could mean,” the kid says, but he’s still grinning.

Thankfully, they’re at the docks already, and Thatch dumps his load of groceries into the little launch they’d taken over. “Okay,” he says, finally pulling back his hair again. “So you coming to dinner or not?”

“Oh,” Blue says, eyes on Haruta, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Thatch tosses a quick braid back over his shoulder and turns to catch Haruta’s eye. Haruta’s smile is sharp, but not predator sharp, and Haruta doesn’t say no, so that’s as good as agreement.

“Great, then help me get this boat outta here,” he says, and with all of them working on it, they’re on the water in no time.

“Been on this island long?” Haruta asks as they set off.

“Oh, not very,” Blue says. “Lovely place, though, isn’t it?”

“Oh, very,” Haruta echoes back. “What’s your favorite part?”

“The company, of course. You meet the most interesting people.”

“Don’t you just,” Haruta says, sitting forward to brace hands on knees. “You from around here?”

“Oh, I shouldn’t say so,” the kid answers. “I’m more of a come-and-go sort, honestly. You know the type, I’m sure.”

“Oh, of course; most of our siblings are similar.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard,” Blue says, and Haruta sits upright and stares at him.

“I dunno what your deal is, kid,” Thatch breaks in, “but baiting Haruta is usually a bad idea. You know, just so you know.”

“Oh, I know,” Blue says and grins, something almost as sharp as Haruta’s, “but I never met a bad idea I didn’t like.”

“Seems like a dangerous way to live,” Haruta says, and then they arrive.

“Stop playing for a second and help me get this stuff to the mess,” Thatch says, and thankfully they do.

The process goes faster with three people, and Thatch is already putting a massive pan on the stove when the last bag is brought in. “You two start peeling potatoes,” Thatch says, shoving them towards a corner. “You can at least be productive while you have your weird flirting battle.”

“It’s not–”

“We’re not battling–”

“–he’s a kid, I wouldn’t–”

“–exchange of information–”

“Ha! I knew it! You’re totally a spy–”

Thatch slams knives down on the small table between them. “Peel,” Thatch says, and stomps out to find Ace.

Ace is, as always, napping in the shade of the main cabin. Thatch, with his limited patience, grabs him by a boot and starts hauling. “Come earn your keep,” he says grimly as Ace snorts and flails himself awake. “I need you to preheat the oven and light the range.”

“Am I just a walking match to you?” Ace snarls, scrabbling around to get on his feet. “Hey, leggo! I can walk.”

“You’re my favorite match, if it helps,” Thatch offers, dropping his ankle and letting him stand upright. “C’mon, c’mon, dinner’s gonna be late, and we have guests.”

“Guests?” Ace repeats, blinking. “Where’d we get guests?”

“I found a stray and Haruta adopted him,” Thatch says, chivving Ace along in front of him. “C’mon, you know how cast iron is–”

“I know, I know, I’m going! It’s not like–”

Ace crashes to a stop and Thatch crashes into his back. “Ace?” he asks.

“Who,” Ace says flatly, “is that.”

“Who, blue boy here?” Haruta says, looking up. “We’re calling him Blue ‘cause he won’t tell us his name.”

Blue glances up from his potato and grins. “Nice to meet you!”

“No, it’s not,” Ace says. “What are you doing here?”

Blue blinks. “Just passing through?”

Ace’s shoulders and back ignite, and his hands clench into fists. “Don’t lie,” he says. “You don’t lie to me.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean?” Blue says, putting on a clueless smile. Haruta side-eyes him, then scoots away.

“Who are you,” Ace repeats. “And how did you find me?”

“I really don’t–” the kid starts, and Ace growls. It’s low and threatening, and Thatch inches back, but the kid just huffs and throws up his hands. “I’m sure it wouldn’t be hard to find you; it’s not like you’re subtle. But I’m really just here for the food; I wasn’t looking for you or anyone else.”

“Why not,” Ace says. It’s heavy with rage, and he’s starting to shake. “How dare you come here for anything but me.”

“Make up your mind,” the kid snaps, getting to his feet. “You’re mad that I found you; how dare I not? Talk about ego.”

Ace takes a step forward and throws a punch, and the kid tucks under it and away like it’s nothing. “Missed me,” he taunts. “Thought you were supposed to be good at this.”

“If you boys are gonna fight, take it out of my kitchen,” Thatch says, but neither of them listen. 

“Yeah, I missed you,” Ace says, and his fists light up too. “We all missed you. You made Luffy cry.”

“I–Luffy?” the guy says, stopping. He sways once in place, then blinks, and there’s suddenly something in his face that wasn’t there before. “Ace?” he says, and takes a step forward, holding out one hand. “Ace, I–”

And then the kid straight-up swoons in the middle of Thatch’s kitchen, and the only reason he doesn’t land in the basket of peeled potatoes is because Ace catches him.

Ace sinks to his knees, hauling the stranger up, but the kid is well and truly passed out. He leans down anyway and presses his forehead to the guy’s and whispers something at him.

The moment holds, and then Thatch puts his hands on his hips. “What,” he says, “was that?”

“What’d you do to him?” Haruta says, crouching down next to them. “I hope you didn’t hurt him; I like Blue.”

“Sabo,” Ace says. His hands clench tight on the guy, and when he looks up there’s tears on his face. “His name’s Sabo. And I–I think he just remembered.”

[tloog]

weinstein and more

IKM: Man, this Weinstein thing is turning into a fucking VORTEX of a shitstorm

IKM: sucking in everybody close to the dude

Kenzie: yep

IKM: Now Affleck has all kinds of groping allegations

Kenzie: I don't know if they are allegations

Kenzie: a bunch are on tape

IKM: at this point, I think we can say "groping facts"

Kenzie: Tarantino had to release a statement

Kenzie: Ben is toast

IKM: yeah, a bunch of his movies were produced by Weinstein

Kenzie: Matt Daman had to be like "I had no clue. keep my name out your mouth."

Port: Ben and his bro been bout that creep life

Kenzie: all of his movies

Kenzie: yeah I forgot about Casey

Port: I've just heard that Hollywood, generally, is filled with creeps and weirdos the higher you go

Kenzie: I would bet most of them get into the business for the ladies

IKM: Yeah the stories are starting to come out of the woodwork

IKM: the Steven Segal stories are terrible

Port: Once Terry Crews talked about getting groped up by some dude in front of his wife I was like shit.

Kenzie: what happened with Steven Seagal

DG: yeah Afflecks are verified creeps

Port: Women don't have a chance out here.

DG: Segal is involved with the Russians

IKM: Segal was inviting women to his house for "casting" interviews and would answer the door in a robe

Kenzie: Terry could have put hands on that man but didn't for his career sakes

Port: Correct

DG: Oh, didn’t see that (doh)

Port: For career's sake. Now think about a 5'3" lady

Kenzie: Segal looks like the type

Port: She can't do shit.

Kenzie: nope

IKM: Segal aint shit

IKM: and aint been shit for a long time

IKM: question is, what do we do with the likes of the Afflecks?

Port: Are we sure Segal doesn't not think he is starring in a new movie?

IKM: Casey has an Oscar and got it AFTER the whole allegations of something or other

Port: Sure did

Kenzie: there is nothing that will be done

Kenzie: they will apologize

Kenzie: give money to a cause

Kenzie: and continue to get jobs

DG: ^that

IKM: "In 2010, Affleck was sued by two former co-workers. I'm Still Here's producer, Amanda White, sued Affleck for $2 million. She detailed numerous "uninvited and unwelcome sexual advances" in the workplace, alleging that Affleck had instructed Spacehog guitarist Antony Langdon to expose himself in her presence, spoke "inappropriately" about her advancing age and fertility, discussed his "sexual exploits", referred to women as "cows", invaded her "personal space" by locking her out of her hotel room while entertaining another woman, attempted to "manipulate" her into staying with him in a hotel room, "violently" grabbed her by the arm when she refused and sent her "abusive text messages" for refusing to stay with him. White alleged that Affleck refused to honor the terms of the production agreement, including her fee, in retaliation.[163] The film's cinematographer, Magdalena Gorka, sued Affleck for $2.25 million.[164] Gorka alleged that she had been subjected to "routine instances" of sexual harassment by crew members including Langdon, "within the presence and with the active encouragement of Affleck."[165] While staying in Joaquin Phoenix's apartment during filming, Phoenix offered Gorka the private use of his bedroom. Affleck allegedly joined Gorka in bed while she slept, wearing only "his underwear and a t-shirt ... He had his arm around her, was caressing her back, his face was within inches of hers and his breath reeked of alcohol." She claimed that she was later berated and verbally attacked by Affleck for refusing his advances and she was forced to resign because of harassment and abuse."

IKM: Jeez man

DG: oliver stone said something dumb ass yesterday like “you don’t realize but what Harvey is going through right now is very difficult”

IKM: Oliver is....

IKM: I just don't know man

IKM: what a disappointment that dude is to me

IKM: seems absolutely clueless

DG: so, which Affleck is that? because either is plausible

IKM: Casey

Kenzie: yeah I knew about the Casey Affleck stuff

Kenzie: some of these guys are in a tough position

Kenzie: because they know Harvey personally

Kenzie: and some probably had prior knowledge of it

Kenzie: they have to act like they didn't know about it and hope no one has evidence contrary to that

IKM: but everybody knew

IKM: MANY people were complicit in this

IKM: apparently all of Hollywood

DG: supposedly Weinstein's contract had verbiage in it about sexual harassment suits lobbied against him

DG: not sure if that is standard contract shit or not

Schaedey: I mean it been a pretty established assumption for years, I have been hearing the same Harvey Weinstein jokes for a loooooong time

DG: really?

IKM: I think that's a problem though

IKM: people joked about it but who confronted him?

IKM: told him to stop that shit

DG: Harvey Weinstein is not on my radar on a normal day

DG: I think there’s a lot of Hollywood that is disgusting

DG: and there’s going to be a lot of shit that comes out that is terrible

DG: tip of the iceberg type shit

Port: That's what I'm saying. The culture of Hollywood seems to be gross

IKM: That's not just Hollywood though

IKM: This is pretty much male culture at large

IKM: Hollywood is just high profile

IKM: male culture at large is gross

Port: Also correct

Port: I'd imagine every creepy Hollywood exec is like turbo Gronk

Port: Jus a non-stop stream of sexually suggestive jokes

IKM: we "expect" Hollywood to be better cause they are generally liberal, pro-women in Hollywood

IKM: but that's a falsehood. Nowhere is pro-women

Port: Nah I dunno if I ever expected anyone with power to not be a scumbag but this is still exceeding my expectations

Kenzie: you expect a certain level of decency

IKM: Do you?

Kenzie: and I don't believe all in Hollywood are scumbags

DG: I think there’s gotta be more good people than bad, just the bad is so terrible

IKM: Maybe yall grew up differently than me

Kenzie: exactly DG

IKM: Cause male culture growing up...

Kenzie: growing up yes

Kenzie: but then you grow up

DG: some do

IKM: exactly

Kenzie: and you realize you were a scum bag

IKM: SOME

DG: but where does that example of the culture come from?

DG: you don’t just conjure this shit up

IKM: exactly

Port: Easy guys this is just locker room talk

(unamused)

DG: for example: I hadn’t seen blade runner in decades so I watched it this last week prior to seeing the new one… there is a scene where Harrison ford straight up rapes the replicant chick

IKM: Real shit, if you were to ask all the women you know if they have a sexual harassment, assault or straight up rape experience and they were to be truly honest with you, what percentage do you think would say "yes" to at least 1 of those three?

DG: but it was this scene that was probably thought of as an attractive and aggressive man keeping a woman from leaving when you know she wants to stay

DG: at least

Kenzie: their entire life?

Kenzie: I would say 75%

DG: revenge of the nerds the head nerd straight up rapes the hot girl

Kenzie: I am thinking about all of the shit I did as a teenager

IKM: Man DG I don't remember that

DG: he has a Darth Vader mask on I think? and screws her pretending to be her boyfriend

IKM: shiiiit

IKM: didn't even remember that

Kenzie: although that is rape it isn't what was considered rape back then

Port: 100% IKM

Kenzie: I want to hold out some hope Port

Kenzie: are we talking catcalls are sexual harassment also

IKM: Makes you really want to go back and think when you were younger like "Did I do some repugnant shit?"

Kenzie: I know I did

Port: This is coming from my small sample size but I've asked every one of my lady friends every one of them has at least one story

Port: From the light end to the awful end.

Port: I know for a fact I did

Kenzie: teenage boys are awful

Port: Can confirm

Kenzie: myself included

Kenzie: how many random asses did you grab on a dare from your friends

K Myers Jr.: I didn't do any of that cause I was an anti-social misfit.

IKM: And friends can't dare you to do shit when you're friends just as wack as you, lol

IKM: but who knows, I think I totally erased high school from my memory banks it was so wack, lol

Kenzie: yeah I try not to think about all the inappropriate things I did

Kenzie: all of the stupid statements I have made

Kenzie: and young Kenzie still wasn't as bad as others that I know

IKM: Oreilly, Affleck, Weinstein, Cosby, they are dinosaurs

IKM: world has changed

IKM: even from 10 years ago

IKM: that type of behavior is simply unacceptable

IKM: except if you're the president

Kenzie: but what about shit happening at new companies

DG: the google manifesto

Kenzie: isn't Uber going through shit

DG: yes it is

IKM: and I think 10 years ago we don't even hear about that

Kenzie: of course not

DG: definitely don’t because of no social media

DG: giving people public voices that never had them before

Kenzie: shit like that becomes standard practices

Kenzie: some women are coming out saying that co-workers kept her away from Harvey because they knew the deal

Kenzie: what are the chances that Harvey's brother knew what was going on

DG: 100%

IKM: of course he did

Kenzie: exactly

IKM: whole board knew

DG: scope and breadth, maybe not

DG: I picture one of those scenes where they are talking and a name comes up and brother goes “Jesus, Harvey”

DG: “but I had to make her watch me jerk off onto a plant”

Kenzie: You think Hugh Hefner was out here being a scumbag

Kenzie: he seems like he was in the perfect position to be one

IKM: I think Hugh set his shit up the proper way

IKM: Never heard of any harassment claims or anything on Hugh

Kenzie: Like Bill Burr said you just live too long

DG: I'm a pornographer and sexual exploiter of women… (y) aaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyeeeeeeeee (y)

IKM: Hugh was never a pornographer

Kenzie: it is called soft-core porn

DG: he was never a hard core pornographer

IKM: and whether or not what he did was sexually exploit women is up for argument

Kenzie: and he has a tv station dedicated to that

IKM: Exploitation is 1-way street

IKM: and porn has no artistic value

Schady: playboy was artistic?

IKM: so if his pictures have artistic merit they are not porn

Kenzie: didn't he get his hands on Marilyn Monroe skinny dipping pictures and published the pictures

Kenzie: he had an entire station that was not dedicated to art

IKM: from what I know about playboy

IKM: it was about doing tasteful nude pictures

DG: throwing money at someone who needs it to pose naked in your magazine so you can make more money is sexual exploitation

IKM: No it isn't

IKM: I need money. I get paid to program. Am I being intellectually exploited?

DG: but you would normally program, yes?

IKM: Yes

DG: i’m gonna go out and say not everyone that appeared in playboy would normally strip for money… some sure

Schady: yeah i dont think the girls doing nude photo shoots came out of school saying that is the career i need to be pursuing

Kenzie: http://www.npr.org/2017/10/01/554854492/marilyn-monroe-helped-hugh-hefner-but-not-by-choice

Kenzie: yeah he published those pictures without her permission

IKM: He woulda got sued out the ass today

IKM: suprised he didn't back then

IKM: or really I guess im not suprised

DG: if hugh ever sold being in a playboy as a way to jump start an acting career, or saying something like “i know people, do this for me…”… that’s exploiting

IKM: I can agree with that

Kenzie: i don't know

IKM: but there were plenty of women who appeared in playboy who did have acting careers

Kenzie: if he said sleep with me i know people than yes

DG: sure that happened too

DG: pose naked so i can sell magazines

IKM: I dont want to fall into the slippery judgement slope

DG: the man did it for decades, so i’m sure there’s a little bit of everything in his history

IKM: To me there is acceptable behavior and theres unacceptable. Paying women or men to be naked in your magazine? I honestly don't think anything is inherently wrong with that

IKM: As long as they weren't duped

IKM: as long as they know what they are getting themselves into

IKM: this is a free country, so do what you want

Port: Nah Hef came from that old school where quaaludes were like tic tacs

IKM: lol so you think hef was Lud'in em up?

Kenzie: i bet his playboy mansion parties where drug dens

Port: That's the era he me up in!

Port: I'm sure they were 'ludin in the grotto

IKM: if two people choose to take drugs and have sex while high that's not necessarily a problem

IKM: it's the Cosby, "I'll lude them in secret"

Port: Hmm that's where it gets tricky sir

Kenzie: but how many people were getting cosby'd up in that bitch

Port: Lot I'd say Kenzie.

Kenzie: yep

Kenzie: i doubt cosby invented the game

Port: Throughout the 70s and 80s. Prolly enough blow to build a snowman in the grotto

Kenzie: brotha from philly he didn't know how to get down like that

Kenzie: i bet they tried

Kenzie: Hef probably took Bill under his wing

Schady: i dunno i mean there is something to be said about attracting women to a place with piles of drugs and then them making even more poor decisions in an altered state of mind

Schady: obviously the women taking them intentionally are mostly to blame but it is very is enabling and promotes poor decisions

Kenzie: substitute drugs for alcohol and is it still wrong?

Schady: its still wrong but just gets a pass cuz its "socially acceptable"

Schady: alcohol gets a pass on so much shit

Kenzie: in those circles it was socially acceptable to do the same with copious amounts of illicit drugs

Schady: there are some differences

Schady: coke is much more physically addictive short term than say alcohol

Schady: so once some girl tries it once she could be doing some fucked up shit just to stay high

IKM: listen, if you go to the grotto you know what its about

IKM: if you're getting fucked up in the grotto it's with a purpose

Schady: maybe? You think it was always known to everyone

Schady: we say this after decades of tales of debauchery

IKM: two people go to a party and get drunk

IKM: they sleep with each other

IKM: is one a rapist?

IKM: I think we would say no

Port: We would

Schady: im not saying rapist

Port: Consent law not so much

Schady: but i am saying that having piles of drugs accessible to anyone that is around is somewhat exploitative

Schady: having spent plenty of time around people that like to get fucked up

IKM: isn't it the same as having a bunch of beer and alcohol?

Schady: like i said

Schady: some drugs are different

Schady: whats the joke in half baked? "I used to suck dick for coke.... ever suck dick for some marajuana?"

IKM: LOL

IKM: Its a weird line though

IKM: cause it says, "Ok men, it's ok for you to go out and get fucked up. Women? You have to stay sober."

IKM: If men can go out and get drunk and try to get laid, why can't women?

Kenzie: if that was your intention then go ahead

Port: You can but you gotta know as a guy that that could go left.

Kenzie: yes

Port: Honestly never thought about it till later in life but yeah whenever someone doesn't have their full mental capacity about themself

Kenzie: back in the day that was easy pickins

Port: You open yourself up. Because just being wasted isn't consent.

Kenzie: when that happens you have to get as drunk as them

IKM: I mean, I was wack so I don't know the answer to this question, but as a single dude, how many times are you having sex without the influence of alcohol?

Kenzie: if both are wasted then you are good

Port: More than I did not

Kenzie: if you are sober and she is wasted you could be in trouble

IKM: sober + wasted is bad for business unless the man is the one wasted

Port: Yes. If you are both wasted you still could be if she says I don't remember consenting to this.

Port: Correct IKM. If you're blasted then it's whatever.

Kenzie: what if you say i don't remember consenting to this

Kenzie: then the question is who has sex with who

Kenzie: DUN DUN DUN

Port: Then same rules apply

IKM: lol @ dun dun

IKM: See, this is why I don't drink

Kenzie: you can drink without getting wasted

Port: Jus nobody would give a shit about Kenzies story of being wasted then taken advantage of

IKM: so you gotta give breathalizer tests at the door Kenzie, lol?

Kenzie: i don't like not having my wits with me out in the street

IKM: "Aaaaaand now sign this release form..."

Port: I think you just gotta use your adult sensors

Kenzie: at home get as wasted as you want

Port: You can tell when someone is rippppppped

Kenzie: you can tell the signs of a drunk woman

IKM: you cant tell if you are drunk too

Kenzie: they get really touchy feely

Port: Like I was out one time and this chick was wasted. Slumped in a photo booth type thing in the bar

Kenzie: LOL

Kenzie: always makes me laugh

Port: And dudes were swarming

Kenzie: sloppy drunks

IKM: See Porter, you call her homegirl to come pick her up

Port: And I was like...this may end up bad

Kenzie: somebody is going to put their junk on her head and take a picture

Port: She had no friends around her

Kenzie: i know how that story goes

IKM: Came alone and got drunk?!?

Kenzie: seen it a thousand times

Port: She could barely talk we got her phone and the last missed call was her homies looking for her

Kenzie: first off no girl goes out alone

Kenzie: they will end up alone because apparently girls get lost easily

Port: She got out safe but the guys tryna engage in "conversation" KNEW she was trshed. An easy mark

Port: Correct

Kenzie: you got to stay away from that

IKM: Far

Kenzie: even if you know the girl

Kenzie: you have to know how fucked up they are because if they cross the deep end game over

Port: Nah man these days I feel like I do my part and get em an Uber or something

Kenzie: oh so you now mr captain save a hoe

Kenzie: lol

Kenzie: i just had to say it

IKM: That would be the last time I hang with such a girl

Port: Lmaooo

K Myers Jr.: If you can't handle your liqour you shouldn't be drinking

Port: Nah man just tryna break trip cycle of male shitiness

Port: I can't handle my liquor IKM BUT GUESS WHAT

Kenzie: but how does she learn not to get that drunk

[Kenzie: not saying she needs to get assualted to learn

Port: I dunno man I can't teach that lesson.

Kenzie: but i am a 6'2 250lb black man and i don't get that drunk

Kenzie: i have no fear of someone raping me and i know better

Port: Yeah I wouldn't want anyone to learn the lesson that way.

IKM: I tell you how such a person learns that lession: the next time she wants to go out her friends are like "uggggghhhh no. YOu can't handle your drinks."

IKM: done

Port: Or they smack drinks out of her hands

IKM: even better, lol

Kenzie: i have heard of stories of girl completly losing members of the group

Kenzie: that has never happened to me once

Kenzie: they can be horrible at watching each others backs

Port: Horrrrrible

] Port: That was the girl in the story we were like where TF are your friends?

Port: They left her at the spot because they couldn't find her slumped in the photo booth

Kenzie: granted i probably wouldn't look in the photo booth for you

Kenzie: we have the sense to passout in the bathroom

Kenzie: "PORTER YOU IN THAT STALL MAN"

Kenzie: wait i got seperated once when i got kicked out the club and my boy was still in there

Kenzie: he was looking for me and i was slumped outside

Kenzie: wasn't a good look for me

Port: Lmao Kenzie that has literally been me

Port: In the stall giving up all the body

Kenzie: i had friend say he had to use the bathroom and then 30 minutes later we was like where did he go

Kenzie: i go to the bathroom and that is where he was still at

Kenzie: said he just needed a rest

Kenzie: legs wouldn't get him back up

Kenzie: lol

IKM: lol

TS: http://money.cnn.com/2017/10/12/media/rose-mcgowan-harvey-weinstein/index.html

Kenzie: why was she banned from twitter?

TS: apparently she put someone’s personal phone number on there and it got her kicked off for a day

Kenzie: ok

TS: Bro, y’all had a real ass convo on here

TS: Gotta edit it but I definitely think this goes to the logs.

TS: @Kenzie, yeah, when I think about shit looking back, I thought I was a choir boy but shit. Definitely grabbed boobs and asses

Kenzie: same

TS: My twitter isn’t the worst BUT OH GOD IF I EVER GET FAMOUS, FIRST THING GOING IS FACEBOOK

[Kenzie: i thought i was just playing a part in the game that we all thought was cool

Kenzie: i grab your ass, you pretend like you didn't like it, rinse and repeat

TS: there was a time as teen that i tried to use porn logic… Grabbing turns them on...

TS: I was lied to

Kenzie: little did i know i was a habitual sex offender

Kenzie: never used that logic tre

IKM: On 10/13/17, at 11:58 AM, Kenzie wrote:

> little did i know i was a habitual sex offender

IKM: lol wut

Kenzie: by my sophmore year in highschool i stopped most of that shit

Kenzie: it was really around the ages of 12 - 15

TS: I remember and I think this kinda will haunt me. Wasn’t me but there was this girl in HS, ran for Ms Freshman. Beautiful, fun, great personality, everything. She was being her as usual, relaxing outside the JROTC building. I went to the shooting range, came back and she was in the bathroom BAWLING. Her brother runs in furious. asks where did he go and burst out the door.

TS: Dude, for whatever reason, decided to flip this girls skirt all the way up

TS: Asked me before that and I saw enough TV to think that wasn’t a big deal. TV lied to me

Kenzie: i remember in 7th grade a bunch of guys (myself included) was chasing this girl around the park so we could get her shirt wet

Kenzie: after about 5 minutes of this she got PISSED

Kenzie: turned around and lifted up her shirt and was like is this what you want to see

Kenzie: we all sat there with the dumb face on after that realizing we fucked up

Kenzie: she was legitmately pissed

Kenzie: i remember the girls name and everything

DG: yes... cool and funny wasn't cool nor funny

Kenzie: i still feel bad about that shit

DG: and no one ever told me otherwise

DG: that's the kicker

Kenzie: it was almost considered boys will be boys

DG: have to piece all that shit together yourself through age and experience

Kenzie: can't blame all that shit on hormones but it has to play a part