Imagine coming across this one day.
On a totally normal, slightly bored walk in the woods.
Turning around the bend and seeing this.
Just imagine.
i’m not even a massive doctor who fan and this broke my heart
this like seeing hogwarts as a ruin (and not being a muggle, so you know it’s really a ruin)
or seeing 221b being rented out by some horrible college kids partying and being loud
or the impala being crushed and useless (wait, i’m not up-to-date with supernatural atm, but didn’t something bad actually happen to the impala? fuck that show is just heart-break central)
But imagine going to it. Letting your hands move across the paint, disrupting the plants around it and then
click
The door opens.
You’re walking through the woods on a wonderful day, when you turn around a corner and see something that makes your heart stop. Thoughts, memories, images flood your head, and you think over and over, No no no, it can’t be. It’s just a show, right? It can’t be. You don’t even realize it as you walk up to it, and you cautiously lay your hand on it.
When it actually comes in contact with the wood, your eyes widen. Oh my god. It’s here. It’s real. I’m not imagining it. but then you realize something else. It looks…sad. Worn down. As if it hadn’t moved in years. Tears fill your eyes. Oh, Doctor. Where are you?? What happened?? Your head leans on the door as you close your eyes, trying to keep yourself from crying. It’s so stupid, but…
You aren’t able to finish that thought. You hear a soft click, and the door opens, causing you to stumble forward. A pair of shoes enter your line of vision. You slowly look up, seeing slacks next, then a jacket over a button up shirt, a bow tie, and then…it’s him.
Your hand covers your mouth as your eyes widen, everything hitting you at once. Oh my god it’s him. Its him it’s him it’s him. Oh god everything was real. The angels, cybermen, daleks, oh god Rose and Martha and Donna and Amy and Rory, and Jack and oh god if Jacks real then Torchwood and Ianto and oh god. You don’t even realize youve just said all that out loud as he sets his hands on your shoulders. “Are you alright?? What you were saying…how did you know that??”
You are full on crying now, tears running down your cheeks, and you can’t help when you embrace him. “Oh my god it’s you and your real and you’ve saved Earth and everyone so many times and I can’t believe it and just thank you and Im sorry for all the bad stuff that happens.” He awkwardly hugs you back before you pull away and wipe at your face with your sleeve. “Uhm, sorry f-for that. It just, uhm…” you don’t know how to explain it. How important he is to you, how many amazing people you’ve met because of him, how much he inspires you, how much you look up to him. Heck, you’re probably insane right now.
The Doctor just looks at you for a moment before grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. Your eyes widen as you stare at the bright room and, “Oh god it’s bigger on the inside.”
He grins like a child when he hears that. “I love it when they say that!” He flits about the room as you stand there, wringing your hands out, knees shaking as you stare wide eyed at everything.
“Now!” he exclaims. “How would you,” he points at you, excited. “like to come for an adventure?”
You can’t get the words out fast enough. “Yes. Please, take me.”
Omg I’ve always imgined something like this. Having to explain to your favorite characters that their life is a TV show and that you know everything.
And then the world falls away around you, and you’re staring at the door of a tired, old police box again. You glance at the surrounding area, knowing that no one has seen your tears but you can’t help but look anyway. Back at the door again, and you
Breathe.
Deep.
Release.
You reach out and grasp the handle with the knowledge that this time, you’re doing it with your own hands. You’re doing this knowing that it won’t be like in the shows but maybe, just maybe, you can dream again.
I don’t even watch Doctor Who (yet) but this is the saddest fucking thing and I could probably go on for a couple of hours about exactly what I am feeling right now. ;_;
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i think they should have kept the name Enterprise (sans Star Trek prefix) though - it was more poetic.
“I solemnly swear to never use bits of you in pasta sauce.” — Mine self, in a conversation with lé Beth (we have the best conversations)
This tag is to get to know the person behind the blog better. As with any tagging game there are rules:
Rule 1 - Post the rules.
Rule 2 - Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and then make 11 new ones.
Rule 3 - Tag 11 people and link them to your post. (poster’s note: why is it 11?)
Rule 4 - Let them know you’ve tagged them. (aw hell naw)
1. Your favourite childhood movie and/or TV show?
The Lion King. Definitely The Lion King. omigosh I watched that movie so many times it is so good asdf
2. Did you have any dreams that you remember this past week?
ummm not really except this weird one last night where some nice things happened and no i will not go into it
3. Are you the kind of person who leaves all of their work to the last minute, or are you organised and do it as soon as you get it?
I leave everything to the last minute because where’s the challenge in doing it early (at least that’s what i tell myself - i love deadlines, the swoosh they make as they go flying past)
4. You can be any character from The Simpsons. Who do you chose and why?
I would like to be Groundskeeper Willie because then i could flip out and start killing people and nobody would really care
5. Do you regularly purchase any magazines?
Cosmos and Silicon Chip
6. Do you have any fears/phobias?
I am deathly afraid of plants with big leaves and overgrown areas in general. I don’t know why! maybe i watched too many cartoons with plants eating people as a kid…
7. Do you collect anything?
Not really. Some would argue I collect interesting bits of electronics, and that’s probably true.
8. Why did you chose your url?
This story goes back to my first online nickname. When I was in Grade 3, I started playing this multiplayer game called Natural Selection. I had to pick a nickname. I went with nyorka123 - a week before my brother had created a man-eating clam called the nyorka for one of his art classes at school. Later everyone started to hate me because i was an annoying whiney 8/9 year old so i changed it up and became negga2 for reasons i don’t remember. This morphed into neg2led when I joined candlepowerforums, which became neggles later after i had been on twitter for a while - that’s just what people had started to call me. So now I am sirneggles on twitter and neggles on tumblr and such things.
Now you know, and knowing is half the battle.
9. Do you have a favourite band/singer?
Not really. If I had to pick one musician at the moment, probably Adam Young from Owl City because I just really like owl city okay DON’T JUDGE ME
10. What is your guilty pleasure?
Telling people I don’t like that I don’t know how to fix their computer problem when it’s a really simple easy fix and watching them squirm. Most people say things like “timtams” but i think that shows a lack of imagination.
11. Ummm…. do you like big butts? (and you cannot lie)
NOT SURE IF SERIOUS. If serious, no, not really. I like asses that are well-proportioned to the lady they are attached to. I do like boobs though.
AND IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER WE HAVE TAGGED:
(you don’t have to do this if you find it annoying…)
AND YOUR MISSION, IF YOU CHOSE TO ACCEPT IT, IS TO ANSWER THESE:
“it is about butts. butts are always serious.” — Beth (on Questions About Butts)
the-cloudspire asked: Why are your tits not calm, grasshopper?
my tits are perfectly calm
they are calmer than the sea of gallilee
YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO MAKE A GIRL FEEL LOVED
it’s been a long time, how have you been?
