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Sharp Objects — “Closer”
Succession — “Chiantishire”
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Idk why networks and production companies can't just let people finish the stories they set out to tell.
Like every time a TV show is pitched, the showrunner/writer/director should be able to go to the network and be like "I need this many seasons to finish this story" and the network should just accept that and let them have it and stop cutting stories off before they're finished. (or letting them linger on forever past their natural end date.)
I love TV, I love so many of the stories I've seen on TV, but it's getting really fucking old falling in love with characters and settings and stories and having them cancelled before they finish because they didn't make enough money. Or watching as they become empty shells of their former selves because they make too much money and stay on well past their prime.
Like I hate that at the end of the day, it comes down to money.
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please please please, i want all my followers to read this. i was brutalized by the police on august 12th, 2015 here in San Francisco, CA
On Wednesday night of August 12th, I was out with my partner grabbing a drink at a bar at 24th and Mission here in San Francisco just before midnight. After having one drink, we left the bar and proceeded outside to catch the bus home. Two police officers accosted us, asking what we were doing and if we were drunk. I responded that we were minding our own business and I didn’t understand why they were harassing us. They proceeded to ask us for our IDs which I refused to comply with because we weren’t in trouble for doing anything since we were doing nothing but heading to the bus stop. All of this was occurring around midnight.
The cops proceeded to put handcuffs on my partner for not providing ID. I became hysterical and fearful, so I started screaming and crying and fighting back, asking why we were being arrested and trying to get attention of the people around. They held me on the ground and cuffed me while I screamed and cried and asked why we were being arrested and what we did wrong. They loaded us into a police van where I screamed and kicked at the sides of the van to make noise and gain whatever attention I could to our false arrest. I was never read my rights and I was never told what I was being placed under arrest for.
The van departed from where we were and upon reaching our destination, the officers put a bag over my head so I did not know where they brought me and I did not know what time it was. They led me into psych questioning which I refused to answer. Based on my hysteria they proceeded to treat me as a psych risk. The officers put the bag back over my head and carried me (one carrying me by the wrists, another by the ankles) into a “safety cell.” This is where the horror really starts.
Once they get me into the cell, two male and one female officer held me down. They then proceed to pull me up by my dreadlocks and yank out my earrings from my ears. They would not remove my tongue or nose rings for fear of placing their hands too close to my mouth. One male then forces me down and kneels with a knee in my back while another gets a pair of scissors and proceeds to cut my shirt and bra off. the female officer held my ankles and let him pull my pants and underwear off. i screamed repeatedly that i was menstrual, but they proceeded to remove my underwear and forcibly pulled out the tampon i was wearing during a cavity search. I screamed again and again that i couldn’t breathe with his knee in my back, and the officer just replied, “well, if you couldn’t breathe, you wouldn’t be talking.” i lost consciousness for a few seconds before i came to in my cell with all of the officers gone.
After beating the crap out of me and leaving me naked, bruised, and bloody, they left me in the cell with nothing to handle my period, and nothing but a blanket to cover myself with. they left me in this cell for at least 8 hours, because it wasn’t until 10am the following morning where they allowed me a shower to wash off my own blood, and gave me an orange jumpsuit and one pad to last me the day. i was then moved to another holding cell where i was kept while i could call my mother to bail me out. i tried to flag down passing officers through the window for another pad or a tampon but all they would give me was toilet paper.
I wasn’t released until 9:30pm August 13th. I have taken photos of the bruising that resulted from my treatment and I am having x-rays done on my wrist because I believe one wrist has been fractured. I have bruises on my face, arms, and legs. I will be going to the Human Rights Commission here in San Francisco to lodge a formal complaint against the SFPD. My court date is on August 19th. They are charging me with felony resistance of an executive officer, misdemeanor vandalism of $400 or over, misdemeanor resistance of an officer or EMT, and misdemeanor drunk in public (this charge disappeared after 12 hours).
I’m trying to publicize my story because I legitimately believed I was going to be killed in that cell. i believe that if the officers did not notice that i had fallen unconscious they would have kept crushing me until i suffocated. i need people to spread this. i’m starting a gofundme page to help pay for my legal fees because i could potentially lose my job for missing a shift that i was supposed to fulfill while i was being detained and will no longer have a steady source of income.
thank you for any support that you can offer.
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I’ve never had the quintessential lesbian experience of having a deep friendship that becomes blurry with attraction and ends up bursting into flames.
But now I can say I’ve had two friendships dissolve because of unspoken feelings and unrequited attraction.
It’s a strange thing to have gone through, especially since I wasn’t a part of the deep friendship that involved the unspoken feelings. I was friends with the two who had a weird blurry void of emotions between them, and I was blamed in the fallout of their relationship.
I’ve referred to it as a Shakespearean love “triangle”. Because the void between these people was growing long before I entered their lives, I don’t consider it an official love triangle.
I’ve learned several things about friendship in this situation.
1) friendships are not meant to last forever. People grow in different directions, they change. Accepting that is going to be easier (in the long run) than fighting for something that isn’t working anymore.
2) it’s important to speak up about your feelings(especially to the people you care about), negative, positive, or neutral. Leaving them to fester for too long can cause you to create narratives that fit the story you are trying to tell yourself vs actual reality.
3) everyone has a different perception of reality. The important thing to do when your perception and another persons differ is to sort out the things you both believe to be true and find the reality you can both agree on (even if you can only agree on one small thing).
4) it’s important to have a standard for the way you are treated. And it’s especially important to hold people you care about to that standard, regardless of what they may be going through.
5) be cautious of instant connections. I hate that this is true because instant connections can feel amazing. But that joy can be used to manipulate you into letting people cross your boundaries, or vice versa.
6) don’t let the possibility of change scare you into holding onto something for longer than it needs to be held. You may have envisioned life with someone 40 years into the future, may have envisioned what life would be like at different milestones. Dreaming is beautiful, but understand that the future is never promised.
7) it takes two to tango(don’t apply this to all situations, most but not all). No one person is ever without fault in conflicts. It is important to accept that you have fault in a conflict, to not acknowledge that is to lose sight of a possible solution.
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The secret to a good morning is to watch the sunrise with an open heart.
🖊 A. T. Hincks
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Daniela Andrade shares ‘Gallo Pinto’
Honduran-Canadian artist and producer, Daniela Andrade is sharing the intimate new single, ‘Gallo Pinto’, the latest to be taken from the new eight-track EP, Tamale (out October 25) following in the wake of the NPR and Billboard-tipped ‘Ayayai’.
Once again drawing on Andrade’s Honduran heritage, ‘Gallo Pinto’, cast against smouldering electronics and sinewy R&B, finds Daniela paying homage to her parents’ roots, addressing their immigration and transition from the Central American country to Montréal, Canada in 1987. It’s a deeply touching and personal fragment of the Tamale EP for Daniela, capturing an emotional time when her parents had to leave her three older siblings behind in Honduras to make ends meet whilst they brought Andrade up as the only child to have been born in Canada.
“My view of the world was split between two [Honduras and Canada] from an early age and my family story instilled deep-seated values in me,” explains Daniela. “This song captures some of those emotions for me, as I speak to different versions of myself and open up to my audience about where my family and I come from.”
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