She’s working at the hospital since Rhona came to town,
Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to town,
Hide away, hide away, she’s come to take us down.
Miss Rhona’s at the doorstep, I’ll keep 6 feet away,
But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her some today,
Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to stay,
Hide away, hide away, we can’t come out to play.
But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her some today,
And here’s a note from Rhona, she wanted me to say,
Hide away, hide away, keep 6 feet away,
Hide away, hide away, she took us down today.
[Image ID: Tumblr user @neanderthyall says in the notes, “I thought that 6 feet was kind of a double meaning. Like six feet away to stop the spread, but when people die they’re six feet underground, and its six feet of the dirt that keeps you apart. Like ‘Hide away, hide away, even though it hurts Hide away, hide away, or the six feet will be dirt’.” End ID.]
HI DON’T LEAVE THIS IN THE NOTES THAT’S ACTUALLY BRILLIANT
I’ve taken the liberty of expanding the lyrics slightly and coming up with a tune:
Daddy’s at the food store, Mummy’s out of town, She’s working at the hospital since Rhona came to town, Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to town, Hide away, hide away, she’s come to take us down.
Miss Rhona’s at the doorstep, I’ll keep 6 feet away, But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her some today, Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to stay, Hide away, hide away, we can’t come out to play.
I need to see the sunlight, I’ve not been out in days And here’s a note from Rhona, she wanted me to say, Hide away, hide away, keep 6 feet away, Hide away, hide away, she took us down today
The days all run together, I haven’t changed my shirt We may be getting restless, but keep on the alert Hide away, hide away, even though it hurts Hide away, hide away, or the six feet will be dirt
honestly this is a bop-
like seriously, your voice is beautiful and hearing these lyrics to a nice creepy tune really made my day
Day 24093 This is my house. I won’t allow anyone to harm it. There should have been no more intruders after the last one. I do not want these people here. They will leave-
Day 24095 They are siblings. They are loud. Always singing and talking and stomping. As if they must be louder than anything else.
Day 24106 There are bolts on the door now. Bolts and hideous, gaudy new locks. How dare they-
Night 24112 I was going to fill the night with terrors. But he woke up screaming before I began. She came running from the other room. They sleep right across the hall from each other, with the doors on a crack. …they are young, are they not, to be living on their own. Was I ever so young?
Day 24129 She has fixed the squeak in the door at the top of the stairs. It never squeaked when I still lived.
Day 24121 The noise of the doorbell scares them. But they get so many deliveries. It is a good bell. It has worked all these years- I can see one of the men coming now with his packages, trudging up to the door. …perhaps if I knock before he is here, they will come and look before he can sound the bell.
Day 24114 He is planting flowers in boxes on my windowsills. I always wished I could have some flowers.
Night 24137 She is afraid of the dark. I could see it in her eyes when she got out of bed. …I lit the lamps for her.
Day 24142 They have moved the couch to the sun spot a little to the right of the window. That is where I used to have my armchair. It is the only sensible place for it.
Day 24163 Sometimes the noises of the world are suddenly too much for him. He winces and tries not to sway his head. This is my house. …I can keep it calm and quiet for a while.
Day 24178 She just got a phone call and now they are both laughing. Laughter is a good sound, isn’t it. They said this house has been good luck…
Night 24205 They are singing in our kitchen. He found my cookbook in the gap at the back of the kitchen cabinet and now they are trying to cook. They wanted to start with the soufflé. They don’t even know how to make béchamel! I turned the page to the casserole instead.
Day 24236 This is my house. These are my boarders. I won’t allow anyone to harm them.
[description: a beautiful video of Alexander Siddig singing a song along with someone who is playing the ukulele, the words are 🎵"fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars, let me see what spring is like on jupiter and on mars. In other words, please be true, in other words i love you"🎵]
“It’s going to be a long eight months,” Ackles
declares. Standing on that same ledge, an hour before the champagne
shot, Ackles, Padalecki, and Collins walk away from a group hug after
unexpectedly starting to tear up. It might be the setting — looking out
over the ocean — or the occasion: their last-ever photo shoot. Or maybe
it’s the fact that they’re almost a month into filming their final
season.
Hi hello, I’ve collated most of Star Trek Deep Space Nine comics that I’ve found (IDW, Marvel, Malibu) from 1993 onwards. They’re cbr/cbz so will probably need a comic reader. I’ll be updating if I find new ones!
here’s a post sponsored by my momma, who is a clinical psychologist: our brains don’t know these characters are fictional. i mean, they do. kind of. we know on the outside, but our temporal lobe just registers that we recognize their face and that we feel deeply for them. our brains release dopamine and adrenaline because of it. there’s no different kind of dopamine or adrenaline for fictional people vs. real ones. scientifically it’s the same. of course you feel deeply for them. of course you do. there’s no reason why you wouldn’t. you know intimate details about them that have brought you closer emotionally in the same way you’ve learned intimate details about your friends. you empathize with them the same way you would with a person you can touch. people want to give self shippers a hard time for blending fiction with reality or whatever, but that’s kinda how humans’ brains work. it’s not “i love this real person” AND “i love this fictional person”, it’s just “i love this person” and that’s it.
Julian is trans and can’t convince me otherwise XD. Starts imagining Garashir babies.
ooh that is an interesting headcanon! for some reason I’ve always thought of them both as cis but i think you’re on to something here…
As far as Garak goes,
I personally never think of alien species as cis xd. I consider Cardassians as bigender for those the translator calls males. They probably have a different word for genders.
I headcanon that Cardassian ‘women’ are far and few between, a rarity, so they take the places of power just from their uniqueness. Depending on their evolutionary mutation, they can either carry or produce offspring.
I am basing this on the tendency of lizards being very fluid with gender as a concept xd.
And it is all to do with tempreature fluctuation. If the planet is hotter, the embryo will mutate in the egg in a way that will make a Cardassian ‘female’.
It can only happen on planet but is a low chance. That it is important to many Cardassians to reproduce on homeworld.
It is also very rare for an originally ‘female’ egg to be born, they often mutate to be ‘male’ standard as it is hard to maintain a hot enough tempreature at night and a danger to the mother.
So as Cardassia gets warmer or colder from season to season, the born population statistics shift.
Oooh! That was interesting! thank you for this
I’ve always wondered if being “cis” is even really a thing for aliens, or if aliens would view being cis in a different way than humans view it, like what we would call intersex, nonbinary, or trans might be what they would call cis.
happy trans day of visibility, none of your faves in star trek are cis!
To further the whole “why would aliens view cis, trans, nb, intersex, etc in the same way humans do” idea - I have hcs about how words like those probably will evolve in future anyway so by the time we reach star trek spaces humanity itself probably won’t think of gender in the ways normative society does today - all this to say, Julian Bashir is trans using todays lingo, while in the future the distinction is much less nailed down, but he definitely has a uterus and nobody bats an eye at that!
How most people with invisible illnesses are treated by health care “professionals”
The Golden Girls didn’t fuck around
pls watch
honestly i really appreciated this scene when I first saw it bc it took me like two years to get a diagnosis for what’s wrong with me
Dorothy: Dr. Budd?
Dr. Budd: Yes?
Dorothy: You probably don’t remember me, but you told me I wasn’t sick. Do you remember? You told me I was just getting old.
Dr. Budd: I’m sorry, I really don’t–
Dorothy: Remember. Maybe you’re getting old. That’s a little joke. Well, I tell you, Dr. Budd, I really am sick. I have chronic fatigue syndrome. That is a real illness. You can check with the Center for Disease Control.
Dr. Budd: Huh. Well, I’m sorry about that.
Dorothy: Well, I’m glad! At least I know I have something.
Dr. Budd: I’m sure. Well, nice seeing you.
Dorothy: Not so fast. There are some things I have to say. There are a lot of things that I have to say. Words can’t express what I have to say. [tearing up] What I went through, what you put me through—I can’t do this in a restaurant.
Dr. Budd: Good!
Dorothy: But I will!
Dr. Budd’s date: Louis, who is this person?
Dr. Budd: Look, Miss–
Dorothy: Sit. I sat for you long enough. Dr. Budd, I came to you sick—sick and scared—and you dismissed me. You didn’t have the answer, and instead of saying “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with you,” you made me feel crazy, like I had made it all up. You dismissed me! You made me feel like a child, a fool, a neurotic who was wasting your precious time. Is that your caring profession? Is that healing? No one deserves that kind of treatment, Dr. Budd, no one. I suspect had I been a man, I might have been taken a bit more seriously, and not told to go to a hairdresser.
Dr. Budd: Look, I am not going to sit here anymore–
Dr. Budd’s date: Shut up, Louis.
Dorothy: I don’t know where you doctors lose your humanity, but you lose it. You know, if all of you, at the beginning of your careers, could get very sick and very scared for a while, you’d probably learn more from that than anything else. You’d better start listening to your patients. They need to be heard. They need caring. They need compassion. They need attending to. You know, someday, Dr. Budd, you’re gonna be on the other side of the table, and as angry as I am, and as angry as I always will be, I still wish you a better doctor than you were to me.
Reblogging for any of my mutuals who’ve ever dealt with Dr. Budd.
So I’ve read a shitload of fanfiction by now and while agressive and predatory Garak is fine and all but when he’s emotional and has his guard somewhat down is what makes my heart continue to beat <3
