5 Seconds of Every #1 Billboard Hot 100 Hit From 1993-2011
I can hear the exact moment I hit sixth grade.
The minute Soulja Boi came on I actually started crying tears of laughter. I knew that WHOLE DANCE.
It’s like I just relive my entire life.
Same goes for DESPERATION = A ROPE ENDS IT,
THE EYES = THEY SEE,
THE MORSE CODE = HERE COME DOTS,
DORMITORY = DIRTY ROOM,
SLOT MACHINES = CASH LOST IN ME,
ELECTION RESULTS = LIES - LET’S RECOUNT,
SNOOZE ALARMS = ALAS! NO MORE Z’S
THE EARTHQUAKES = THAT QUEER SHAKE,
ELEVEN PLUS TWO = TWELVE PLUS ONE
MOTHER-IN-LAW = WOMAN HITLER.
WAIT BUT THIS IS MY FAVORITE ONE:
HOLMES AND WATSON = WOMANLESS AND HOT
DESTIEL = LET’S DIE
MERTHUR - HURT ME
what if every Tumblr user suddenly looses their mouse?
J = Next Post
K = Previous Post
L = Like
N = View Notes
Space = Show Photo
Shift + R = Reblog
Shift + E = Add to Queue
Z + Tab = Switch Blogs
THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING.
I just reblogged this with the command, shit
THE SENSATIONAL SEARCH FOR SAMARAN’S SOCKS | ROINTHETA’S 2013 FIC ADVENT CALENDAR
The Doctor (Ten), Rose Tyler
Summary: Rose is sick and the Doctor takes care of her. Once she’s feeling better again, he pulls out his collection of board games.
Genre: Fluff, humor, hurt/comfort
Word count: 2906
Rose began coughing a few hours after they stepped outside the TARDIS on Uruth. She dismissed the Doctor’s concern with a comment about catching a common cold during their last visit to her mum; however, an hour after that they heard about a Mocc’s disease outbreak in the city, and he swept her up in his arms and rushed back to the time ship. After using the equipment in the infirmary to confirm the diagnosis, as they waited for the result, she’d collapsed. When she woke up again, she found that he’d carried her to her room and tucked her into bed.
The human body couldn’t handle any of the medications used to treat the disease, so they had to wait for her body to fight it. In the meantime, he did his absolute best to take care of her. She felt too weak to do anything on her own. She refused a catheter, so he assisted her in the loo, keeping his back to her and his fingers in his ears, humming, until she’d finished. When he helped her put her knickers back on, under her loose, mid-thigh nightgown, he kept his face turned away from her.
He sat by the tub as she bathed, eyes closed even as he washed her hair. He dried and combed it as well, gentle fingers loosening knots before he used her brush and sorted the strands into a french braid. He broke off pieces of mushroom bread from Vagn Gamma and dipped them in soup to soften them before feeding them to her, fingertips brushing against her lips when she opened up. He blew on her tea or cocoa before he helped her sip, keeping a hand on her back to support her. When she had enough energy to stay up for a while he talked to her, when she felt tired he read her Harry Potter, and when she slept he lay down next to her, just in case she’d wake up and need him. She’d even heard him sing to her once when he didn’t know she’d woken up.