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seanramen:

wilwheaton:

micdotcom:

RNC attendees tried to hide a demonstrator’s “No racism, No hate” sign with an American flag. Clearly they failed to see the irony. The protester was from the Code Pink group — who haven’t been slowed down by this at all.

Using an American flag to cover up someone calling for an end to racism and hate is the best metaphor I’ve seen in a long time for the GOP.

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melanormal:

Seeing triple A cyberpunk 2077 flop class-action-lawsuit hard with a legion of people working on it for years and getting stardew valley’s excellent 1.5 update crafted lovingly by one man in around 1 year within 7 days of each other really emphasizes just how thin the triple a game industry’s excuses for bad games are

captainlordauditor:

cutpriceguignol:

captaincolossal:

Whenever I try to explain Repo! The Genetic Opera to someone, I’m just like “it’s a really pointed commentary on capitalism and medicine as a for-profit industry, with about 50,000 gallons of fake blood and, um, also it’s a musical? made by the producers of Saw?” like just watch this movie, I can not describe it, but it is an Experience and also Paris Hilton is in it and her face falls off, please this is one of my favorite movies.

Made by the DIRECTOR of Saw II, no less! And Paul Sorvino is in it! The lead is the girl from Spy Kids! Anthony Stewart Head, singing, constantly!

There’s a scene where one of main characters runs through his house surrounded by holographic ghosts of his dead wife singing about how he’s trying his best. There’s an entire song that seems to be dedicated to finding things to rhyme with “anatomy”. Paris Hilton is the only one who’s not always dressed in full goth get up, and most of her costumes are just clothes she already owned. The basic premise of the movie is that if you’re in debt, companies can claim repossession of your organs. I cannot describe this movie please just watch Repo Genetic Opera

certifiedcis:

certifiedcis:

people who think they’re smart because they refuse to consider social or historical explanations for literally anything

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goofballproximitysurveyor:

cuntmunism:

“there is no good reason for the military to ban trans soldiers” more like there is no good reason for trans people to join the military

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“ Daddy’s at the food store, Mummy’s out of town,
She’s working at the hospital since Rhona came to...

priscellie:

candiikismet:

coffeefoxgirl:

karenusia:

billpottsismygf:

jus-tea:

billpottsismygf:

roseverdict:

roseverdict:

jus-tea:

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.

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: Cropped screenshot of a character I don't know saying "Wait. That's illegal." The caption has been edited and now reads "Wait. That's a slap." End ID.
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[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

@billpottsismygf’s extended version. A beautiful singing voice 🎶☺️

As planned I’ve extended this even further and re-recorded it with the new lyrics and a guitar part; it’s also a bit better quality. It’s so cool that so many different versions of this song have sprung up already! I recommend having a scroll through them all on @jus-tea​​‘s tumblr.

(Em)Daddy’s at the (B7)food store, (Em)Mummy’s out of (B7)town,
She’s (Em)working at the (B7)hospital since (Em)Rhona (B7)came to (Em)town,
(Am)Hide away, hide away, Miss (Em)Rhona’s come to town,
(Am)Hide away, (Em)hide away, she’s come to (B7)take us (Em)down.

Miss Rhona’s at the doorstep, I’ll keep six feet away,
But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her one today,
Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to stay,
Hide away, hide away, we can’t come out to play.

I’m missing all my friends, though we keep in touch by phone,
I’m learning what it is to truly be alone,
Hide away, hide away, even though you moan,
Hide away, hide away, or we’ll be lying prone.

My love she says she misses the twinkle of my eyes,
But Rhona stalks the streets and to meet would be unwise,
Hide away, hide away, we hear the desperate cries,
Hide away, hide away, or see the bodies rise.

I feel myself a-coughin’, I haven’t got a mask,
It’s work or die for me, though, so who am I to ask,
Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s on the task,
Hide away, hide away, she’s come for me at last.

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, Miss Rhona’s quite the flirt,
Hide away, hide away, her touch is not inert.

Hide away, hide away, even though it hurts,
Hide away, hide away, or six feet will be dirt.

Damn. I am speachless.

This is no longer a children’s tune. It’s a bards ballad.

Y’all always outdo yourselves

I have goosebumps.