And so, I asked myself: in what country was there a place for
men like me - men who refused to say 'yes' to the parasites
and the doubters, men who believed that work was sacred and property rights inviolate. And then one day, the happy answer came
to me, my friends:
I have this headcanon that he used to shout stuff out in class so his third-grade teacher drilled this into him “Rustin what do we do when we want to make a comment” *begrudging handraise and bb bitchface*
All told, the sequence clocks in at around six minutes. Fukunaga and the crew ran through the whole thing seven times while the cameras were rolling. The director built in possible edit points if two takes had to be combined to make the perfect version of the shot, but anyone who is wondering should know that the sequence everyone saw in the episode is, in fact, a true single take and one of the great achievements of filmmaking for television - True Detective: How Did They Pull Off That Final Shot?
Yet as she closed her eyes, it was not regret any longer but a sensation of abundant peace that washed over her….she was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back. She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian.
holy fucking shit i’m so sick of seeing this post with the credit taken off it
it’s a series by Tammy Rae Carland titled Lesbian Beds and deals with representation and intimacy really well and you’re stripping it of that just for your ~aesthetic~ holy fuck
wow look at this terrible role model for young girls.