My Own Personal Stinko

Re: writers' and actors' strikes

I'll say it here rather than burying it in various tags again:

Always remember that the people hoarding the money can make the strike stop at any time.

And they, the studios and streaming services, want you to forget that their profit hoarding is the problem. They're the reason this is happening, not the writers and actors.

You can't see that movie you wanted because a studio is clutching a fistful of nickels. They can afford to pay writers and actors--large collectives of not-famous workers--something even a little bit closer to fairly. But they are determined not to, with the cruelest resolve. An unnamed executive said, and I quote exactly this time, "The endgame is to allow things to drag on until [writers'] union members start losing their apartments and losing their houses."

Get mad that you won't get your movies and shows.

Get mad at the right people.

How dare I, a disabled man with sporadic mobility issues, have to use my mobility aid. Rude

I saw a snail today... effervescent

i know we joke about cis artists having the weirdest sense of anatomy, but also even when the anatomy is fine, no one seems to want to draw women doing normal things

romance isn't dead

reblog if reading Warrior Cat led you down the trans pipeline

hadal ‘love language' robe

Embroidered onto the sleeve is an Arabic love poem by Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish. It reads: قالوا: تموت بها حبـاًً، فقلـت لهـم ‏ألا اذكروها علـى قبـري فتحيينـي English translation: They asked “Do you love her to death?” I said “Speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life.” All proceeds from Hadal’s ‘Love Language’ pieces will be donated to Palestinian aid organisations.