Welcome To The Space Age, Ladies And Gentlemen

I only remember the first part of the song and I am always humming or singing it. So happy I found it again!

Ma-ia hi

Ma-ia ho

Ma-ia ha

Ma-ia ha ha

Awww so cute

“Okay, first of all, you need to forget everything you know about English.” The Doctor sat on the floor next to Rose in the TARDIS library, with several pieces of blank paper, pencils and textbooks strewn about the rug in front of them.

“That should be easy, I’ve only been speaking it for twenty years,” Rose quipped, and he fought off a smile.

“You were the one who asked me to teach you, you know.” He smiled despite himself, remembering the conversation that had led to this moment.

“What do all these circles mean, anyway?”

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memeception

You return home after a long day to discover a stranger in your house. Before you start screaming they cut you off and say:“Please dont freak out and let me explain! I know you never met your parents but they were brilliant scientists. They discovered travelling through alternate universes. In another universe where your parents never gave birth to you, they gave birth to me. I guess this makes us… siblings? Anyway thats not the point! You are the only one who can help me save the multiverse!”

I feel that on a personal level

Hamilton, at 5 am after his 10th cup of coffee dancing around his living room: Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga I know you can't control yourself any longer!

Eliza, walking downstairs: Go to bed!!

Hamilton: I’LL SLEEP WHEN IM DEAD!

Donna Noble, too!!

Characters I want back for the 60 year anniversary:

Rose Tyler

Ten

Nine

Martha Jones

Jack Harkness

Bill Potts

Heather

Thirteen

Yasmin Khan

Luke Smith

Ryan Sinclair

Graham O’Brien

A bit of a short one, but I hope you enjoy day 15!

Febuwhump 2020

15. Hearing Loss

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Peter sat in the dark room, eyes wide open as he stared at the wall across from his cot. He shivered, bringing his knees to his chest, the old threadbare blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He guessed it had been nice of them to throw him a blanket. A little less nice of them to throw him in a cell and drug him, but with the blanket, he was almost warm. Kind of.

Mr. Stark would come. Or…someone. One of the Avengers. Someone would come. There had been a mission…it was all a little fuzzy, but he remembered a mission. He remembered the Avengers on the streets of New York, and robots and…and an explosion. He’d been talking to Mr. Stark on the comms and then…then an explosion. A fire. And then…someone stabbing him in the neck with something and…and…he struggled to remember as he sat with his back to a wall, the other wall only a few feet away.

The door was reinforced. He’d found that out as soon as he’d woken up and had stumbled over to it in the dark, grabbing at it with weak, uncoordinated hands that had refused to grip or stick to anything. Finally, though, he’d managed to shove at the metal, only to find out it was stuck tight, and no amount of pushing or punching made a dent.

The cell was designed for people like him. Enhanced people. That, at least, gave him some idea of where he was, and he didn’t like it.

But that wasn’t the worst part. Not that or the cold or the ever-present darkness in his tiny room that was only five steps by five steps with the bed he was sitting on and a toilet in the other corner. The worst part was the silence.

Peter couldn’t hear. He couldn’t hear his own footsteps as he paced or the sound his knuckles made when they slammed into the metal door over and over, or the sound of his own voice when he screamed, head thrown back, tears streaming down his face, desperate just to hear something. Anything. He couldn’t hear his own heartbeat anymore, or the footsteps of anyone nearby, or the tiny metal slot in the door opening three times a day with meager portions of food that he inhaled, too starving to be proud.

When he’d first woken up in the tiny, dark room with barely enough light coming in from under the metal door to see, he’d thought the silence had been a result of the explosion. He’d been sure that it would go away, telling himself over and over not to panic. That he was okay. That he was an Avenger and that he’d get out of this. Then, when the door hadn’t even budged under his full strength, he’d told himself that the Avengers would come. They had to. Mr. Stark would never abandon him.

There had been an explosion. He remembered an explosion. And the feeling of hitting the ground, and a high pitched ringing in his ears that faded when someone had plunged a needle into his neck. Where had the others been? He couldn’t remember. His job had been to set up a perimeter…but he couldn’t remember if he’d done it.

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Welcome to Australia...

Where an already endangered species is on the brink of functional extinction...

Oh, and 500 million animals unique to this country have already lost their lives, upon homes that have been destoryed and lives lost of people as well...

I mean... we're only living in a literal inferno...

415 fires. Fuck are we dying...

Oh yeah and people are just fleeing to the damn ocean, you know?

Do you want to know what Hell on Earth looks like..?

Because there it is in all it's unfiltered, firey rage...

There it is... my home from space...

This is only the beginning. Our country has not only entered a new decade, it seems a new dawning era as well, because this flaming apocalypse doesn't show any sign of stopping any time soon.

And you know what saddens me? I've never seen Australian tragedies trending here on this website. I mean it's been going on for months and only now does it seem to really be getting recognized, even if it is only at #9.

And I'm going to be honest with you here - the internet, and media in general is so American centric, this website being no exception. You'd think that an entire continent being on fire for several months with devastating consequences would have more recognition, but no, it really doesn't. The most notes I've ever seen on a post about the Australian fires is at least a few thousand, and that's about it.

So just... please. If you can, with this post or any other post in regards to the fires going on down here, reblog. Because the only thing that should be spreading like wildfire, is a post about a burning country...