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irregularincidents · 1 year

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In light of the current WGA and SAG AFTRA Strikes still going strong at well over 100 days at this point, I thought that it would be interesting to cover another strike by creative folk in Hollywood: the 1941 Disney Animators Strike.

For context, by 1941 the other major animation studios in Hollywood by this point had unionised, following the first being the 1937 Fleischer Studios Strike which produced the first union contracts, while over at Disney the studio remained a firm holdout.

However, due to a series of incidents, including Disney not following through on the promise to share profits from the phenomenally successful Snow White (trade papers at the time reported that Disney’s studio was going to distribute an estimated 20% of Snow White’s earnings among the studio’s 800 employees, the actual bonuses those artists received were equal to or less than what they had previously received for the studio’s short films, with some Snow White animators, including Art Babbitt, did not receive any bonuses for their work), the alienating behaviour of Gunther Lessing (the lawyer responsible for Disney copyrighting Micky Mouse), and other factors (such as Disney's management style consisting of playing favourites, stealing credit and so on) understandably led to tensions rising within the company.

Things came to a head in 1941, when Art Babbitt, his highest-paid animator, resigned as president of the Disney company union to join the Animation Guild. After Disney fired Art in retaliation three days later, the strike was on.

The strike went on for five weeks, and destroyed the somewhat communal atmosphere some felt that the studio had amongst its staff at the time. Support came in the form of labour organiser Herbert Sorrell, a former boxer, who had successfully lead some other Hollywood strikes, including one with the Screen Actors Guild in the mid-1940s that brought him into conflict with their president, a man by the name of Ronald Reagan.

A notable incident involving Sorrell came when rumours of hired goons were coming to break the strike, leading to Sorrell send a gang of Lockheed aircraft mechanics with monkey wrenches to guard the tents of the striking animators which were pitched on the land across from the Disney Studio. It turned out to be merely a rumor and no damage was done, although Walt did reportedly almost get into a fight with Art

Eventually, FDR ended up having to send a federal negotiator to resolve the dispute, where they found in favour of the strikers in every issue. Disney, for his part, reportedly had been nearing a mental breakdown over the animators' "betrayal" left on a tour of Latin America to try and ease tensions.

Disney never forgave the strikers for the strike, and would maintain for years that rather than it being due to any mismanagement on his part, it was due to the animators being infiltrated by communists. Specifically, Herbert Sorrell, whom Disney would later report to the House of Un-American Activities Committee in 1947 as a communist infiltrator who was trying to turn his employees against him.

Y'know, so he learned nothing.

#irregular incidents #history #american history #labour #labour history

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continentaldivide · 9 months

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"With sabotage, instead, they are no longer at the mercy of their bosses — they are no more a heap of nerveless flesh to be trampled upon with impunity. They have found a means whereby they can affirm their own virility and prove to their oppressors that even the toilers are men." - Sabotage (1913) by Émile Pouget

Sabotage is a form of protest in the anarchist community in which the main end goal is to weaken an organization (government, business, etc.) through disruption. In eco-anarchism, this can be see in the novel, The Monkey Wrench Gang (1975) by Edward Abbey in which a wrench is being thrown into a piece of moving mechanical machinery in order to stop production. In labor unions, sabotage is often seen as self-defense against abusive employers.

#anarchy #eco anarchism #labor unions #labor rights #ecology #politics #leftism #anarchism #environmentalism #climate change #protest

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prettyfuul · 2 months

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The Monkey Wrench Gang Paperback Cover Illustration Original Art (Avon, 1975)

#art

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edens-trinkets · 21 days

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my AdamTony playlist

@mumintr0llet shared some of their AdamTony songs so i felt that i should share mine :). been wanting to share the songs that remind me most of them for awhile now!!! finally got the time to do so lolz.

also i have the music taste of a teenage lesbian. bear with me here.

the winner takes it all - ABBA. like come on, is this not tony balerdi screaming at adam?!

i want you by mitski. more specifically the live version. the anger, the pain....oh my days....(also tony balerdi coded).

no. 1 party anthem by the arctic monkeys. its just the general vibe. the yearning, the sadness. idk

mistakes like this by prelow. THIS IS ONE OF MY ALL TIME ADAMTONY SONGS. but only because it goes PERFECTLY with one of my fav burnt fanfics ever written.

the exit by conan gray. do i even need to explain??

night shift by lucy dacus. also, do I NEED TO EXPLAIN?!

better in the dark by tv girl. reminds me of young adam and tony ughhhh

our last summer by abba!!! also so young adam and tony, specifically pre-downfall era!!! happy paris years!!!

georgia by phoebe bridgers. saw someone say this during the notes of a fanfic and they are so right.

the cut that always bleeds by conan gray UGHHHHHHHHHH

a burning hill by mitski....this song goes with tony as he packs up jean luc's restaurant?! my heart hurts....

supercut by lorde. just the general nostalgia for how life was back then. very paris years gang coded, doesn't have to be limited to just adam and tony

velvet ring by big thief. also very "tony packing up jean luc's restaurant and gives up on being great" coded

good looking by suki waterhouse. heart breaking, gut wrenching

shades of cool by lana del ray. this is probably the one song that fits canon adam and tony more. "you are unfixable"? im gonna throw up!

wedding singer by matt maltese but it goes with the very specific fanfics where tony is at a wedding and is unhappy. there are so many fics about this?!

so alright, cool, whatever by the happy fits is just generally adam and tony!!!

your apartment by the wallows is very much young tony wishing adam would take him to his apartment instead of some girl

why’d you only ever call me when you’re high by arctic monkeys. obviously so adamtony!!

..........and i have MUCH MORE i just cannot remember at the top of my head rn.

some honorable mentions:

i said once that please, please, please by sabrina carpenter is so tony begging adam not to embarrass him anymore. i still stand by this

casual by chappell roan is lowkey so adam and reese.....like was it casual when i thought i failed at getting another michelin star so i end up getting drunk and the first person i go to IS YOUR RESTAURANT????

sincerely, me by dear evan hansen.....HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE...like imagine after adam left, tony and max try and create emails to prove to everyone else that adam wasn't as bad as they thought he was (trying to redeem him basically). IT MAKES MORE SENSE IN MY HEAD

#burnt 2015 #they could never make me hate you adam and tony!!#ed’s tangents

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offshoreoilrig · 6 months

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Me and my bf were both convinced that there was such a drink as a "brass monkey" that consists of beer + orange juice, but he asked for it as a shift drink and apparently it's not real. I am pretty sure my one hot coworker in conservation corps in 2019 told me about it but maybe I have a false memory because he also told me about this novel called The Monkey Wrench Gang at the same time, which is real. And the drink is real too I guess it's just an old bottled pre-mixed cocktail from like the 1950s. I'm still convinced that the beer orange juice drink is a real thing that some other people know about but google is so utterly useless that I guess there is no way to ever find out until I meet one in the wild.

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darlincollins · 2 years

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don't go breaking my heart

david/darlin fake dating high school au! inspired by my rewatch of he's all that (a classic)~

content warnings for vague allusion to unsafe home environment!

tag list: @dollscircus @taelonsamada @darlin-collins @romeo-the-homeo @friendlyfaded @angel-shaw

"We need to talk."

David closes his locker to face the newest pack member, impressively scruffy with their choppy, scissored haircut and oversized jacket made up of more stitching than fabric. They look serious and a little uncomfortable; not unusual for them, and of course, the fact they've actually approached him to begin with probably means the world is ending, but still. It doesn't bode well. "About?"

Their eyes flicker around the hallway, suspiciously eyeing the students passing by on their way to classes. "Not here. Lunch. Meet me in the library." They spare a glance at David’s arm, on which Asher had spent most of homeroom doodling cats and skateboards. "Leave the peanut gallery." Before David can object or demand more information, they slink away, vanishing into the crowd. Fuck's sake.

David’s next class seems to crawl by; his mind keeps drifting from their assigned worksheet to whatever his aloof packmate could possibly want to discuss with him. Part of him doesn't even want to go- the fact that they've willingly initiated a conversation with him can't mean anything good. But every time he considers skipping out on the meeting, he hears his dad's voice in the back of his head, reminding him that pack means family, and family means showing up. Besides, the difficulty their new member has had in adjusting to the pack has been a matter of extreme concern to its alpha. He would definitely want David to reciprocate if they are in fact reaching out. Still, he admits he does drag his feet a little bit in putting his books back in his locker, eating his lunch, making excuses to Ash and Milo about why he's leaving the cafeteria early, and heading to the library.

The library is never really packed, but at lunchtime it's completely deserted; even the librarian seems to have abandoned the premises, leaving the place half-lit and hazy with dust. David searches the aisles until he finds his packmate sitting with their back to a bookcase, absorbed in a battered copy of The Monkey Wrench Gang with an untouched lunch tray sitting in front of them. The slightest pang goes through him as he wonders if they eat lunch here every day, but he shoves it down- it's not like they couldn't sit with the pack if they wanted.They jump a little when he clears his throat, but quickly brush off the startle and set the book aside, gesturing for him to sit down.

A long moment passes while they stare at him, completely inscrutable. It's not often that they make eye contact with him or anyone, and David feels a little like a bug pinned to a board under the pressure of their gaze. He resists the urge to squirm or look away first, and finally they speak.

"I need you to go out with me."

David chokes on air. "What the fuck?"

"How flattering."

His mind seems to be lagging; he's heard the sounds that came out of their mouth but surely has not correctly interpreted them into words, possibly is hallucinating, possibly is dreaming. "Wh- I don't understand. Since when- why?"

"Wow, I hope the ends of these sentences are coherent."

He takes a deep breath. Maybe this is a prank. Maybe this is real. Either way, it absolutely is not happening. But how to do this without driving them further away from the pack? He's not cut out for this kind of thing, with the need for tact and gentleness and soothinghurt feelings. Why couldn't this be happening to Asher? Distantly, David recognizes that this is still going on, right now, in the present, and they're staring at him again, waiting for him to speak. Nothing to do but go for it, right? "Look, I think you're great, but-"

They make a face at him. "Ew. Stop talking."

"Ew?" (Should he be offended by that?)

"It's not like that. You know Kyle?"

"That sonal energetic from math class?"

"Yeah, him. The jackass."

"You call everyone a jackass. That's not a clear identifier coming from you."

"Most people are. But him especially."

"What about him?"

"Long story short, if I can keep up a relationship until prom, he'll owe me $500 dollars, plus I get to punch him in the face."

"What?"

They continue like he hasn't spoken. "You will help me win. In exchange, I'll give you half of the profits."

"Why would you-"

Something almost vulnerable flickers in their eyes for a second, but it's gone before he can decipher it. "What can I say, I love money. I wanna be like Scrooge McDuck diving into a swimming pool full of gold. Are you in?"

Is his brain short-circuiting? Is that medically possible? "I- Why me?"

"Because you know how to keep your mouth shut. I can't risk some random blabbing to Kyle and losing me my winnings. Our winnings, if you agree."

"What if I don't agree?"

They shrug. "Then you'll lose out on $250 and I'll find someone else. And if you snitch, I'll make your life a living hell."

"You really know how to woo a guy, huh?"

"Yeah, I'm Casanova over here. So?"

This is crazy. It's stupid. It's completely ridiculous. He shouldn't entertain this for a second, especially not with someone as standoffish and weird as his sullen new packmate who has never once given him or his family the time of day. He thinks about his dad, always stressing the importance of pack and going way over the extra mile for anybody who needs help. What would he do in this situation? David can't even imagine, because this is the kind of thing he never thought happened outside of stupid 90s movies. He did ask David to make an effort to bring the new pack member into the fold and to get to know them. But surely not by participating in some definitely ill-fated scheme involving 500 dollars, right?

He sighs. "How exactly would this work?"

They hum thoughtfully, pulling their lunch tray closer and unwrapping their cafeteria sandwich from its clingfilm before opening it and separating its ingredients into discrete piles at opposite corners of the tray. "I'm thinking we just act like we're into each other at school and pretend we're hanging out on the weekends. We can coordinate our stories in case anyone asks."

"That's it?"

"What? You think it needs more?" they ask, tearing the sandwich bread in half.

It feels... anticlimactic, in a way. But that's probably good. "I guess not."

"Fab," they say, somehow managing to pack that one syllable with more scathing sarcasm than most people could probably manage in multiple sentences. "So are you in?"

David sighs. "I guess I'm in."

"Cool." They wrap half of the bread back up in the clingfilm and put it into their backpack, then fold the other piece on itself a few times and shove it in their mouth. "We're done here."

"Seriously?"

"Hmm?"

"You don't think we have to talk about this more?"

They swallow the bread. "About what?"

David represses the urge to slam his head against a bookshelf. "Well... if we're... pretending to date. Here. There should probably... be some... physical contact."

"If you're gonna hurl, try not to do it on my lunch," they snap, pulling it away from him and picking up the lettuce that used to be in the sandwich before tearing it into shreds. "What about it?"

He decides slamming his head against the bookshelf wouldn't really do it, and briefly considers just walking away and lying on the football field to be punted around and trampled by jocks. "Shouldn't we have... I mean, some kind of... codeword, or something?" He wouldn't by any means claim to know a lot about them or their life, but... he's noticed things. Like how they always sit in places where they can see the whole room and there's no risk of someone walking up behind them. Like how they always look like they're gauging the distance between themself and the person closest to them, shuffling back if that space grows too small. Like how they watch the movement of people's hands more than their faces, and tense just a little bit if voices around them grow loud or heated. Whatever picture those pieces belong to looks pretty fucking unpromising, and if this is happening the last thing he wants to do is make them feel unsafe.

"You want a codeword." Their voice has gone stiff and angry, and shit, somehow he's messed this conversation up in a very short span of time.

"Well, yeah." He can tell he's walking on dangerous ground, but this is too important to drop.

They glare at him. "What, you think I'm gonna jump you? Crawl under your shirt in the middle of English class?"

"What-"

"Sure, fine, let's have a codeword. How about Appalachian? Or 'the spotted owl flies at dawn'? Or-"

"For fuck's sake, I am trying to respect your damn boundaries," David snarls, and they go quiet, looking shocked.

The silence between them thickens to the point of discomfort. "Oh," they say finally. "Well. That's- okay, then."

"Yeah."

They sigh, looking everywhere except at him. "I mean, we only really need to keep this up at school. And maybe pack stuff. So... it's not like we need to do anything, uh- you know. Just... we could... hold hands, I guess? Is that-"

"Fine," David mutters, feeling heat crawl up his neck. "Anything around that level is... fine. But we should still-"

"Okay, alright..." they sigh. "What about... darling?"

David contemplates the lying on the football field thing again. "What?"

They growl, rolling their eyes. "Like a sappy pet name, you know. It's subtle and if either one of us say it then we back off."

"Okay. Makes sense."

"Makes sense," they echo quietly, staring at the ground.

The bell rings and both of them jump up quickly, relieved to be done with this conversation. They pick up their tray and book, then nod at him. "I guess we can start tomorrow?"

"Sure," David says, head starting to spin nervously as the reality of what he's agreed to starts hitting him. He follows them out of the library and walks down the hallway with them in silence until another thought strikes him. "Why'd you say 'ew'?"

"Huh?"

"When I thought you were actually asking me out. You said ew."

"Oh," they smirk, dumping their leftovers into a trash can outside the cafeteria and setting the tray on top. "Yeah."

"Well?"

They shrug. "Nothing personal. You're just... way too tall."

"I'm... tall?"

"Uh-huh."

"You're tall." Still a few inches shorter than he is, of course, but definitely above average height.

"Yeah, but I'm a normal tall. You're, like, aggressively tall. It's like you're shoving my face in it. What are you doing up there, foraging for leafy growth?"

He feels weirdly offended, and then annoyed with himself for being offended by the judgement of his weird pack member who reads environmental terrorism novels alone during lunch. "It's not exactly like I had a choice in the matter."

"I know. That's why it's not personal." They turn to face him so suddenly that he almost trips over his own feet. "So... tomorrow, then."

Apparently they're done with that subject. "Right. How do you want to..."

"I guess we just act like we're together and let them figure it out?"

"Yeah. Okay."

They nod once, businesslike, and start walking to their next class, leaving David thinking about how he's going to pull this off.

"Hey, wait," he calls after them. They stop and wait for him to walk closer. "You should... sit with us. Tomorrow at lunch."

"What?" They almost look... nervous?

"It'll look weird if we don't eat together."

"Oh. Yeah, I guess." Their grip tightens on the strap of their backpack until the color bleeds from their knuckles. "Okay then, I will."

"Okay."

This time, they walk away a little faster, as if they're worried he'll stop them again to say they should also get matching face tattoos or promise rings. David closes his eyes and leans his forehead against a locker, wondering what could possibly have compelled him to agree to this. Tomorrow is going to be... interesting, to say the least.

#redacted asmr #redacted darlin #redacted david #redacted audio #redacted fanfic

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