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thatsnotverywerewolfy:

lesreichenbachfinn:

feardubh:

When people turn to fictional characters, it’s often because they want an escape. The stories of these people shelter us from the storm of our daily lives; they save us, if only for a little while. But when we really give in, become invested, let ourselves be vulnerable, something changes. We begin to feel that we know them. It’s no longer just an escape, but part of us, something that makes us who we are.

These characters teach us that incredible adversity can be overcome. That people can love each other forever. That life can be an adventure. That magic can be real. And even if these miracles have never happened to us, we begin to go through life believing that, someday, they could.

“And I promise you that you’re important. Don’t look at me like that- in all my 900 years I’ve never met someone who wasn’t important.”

“Cheer up mate, it gets better. Look at me, I was once a little kid living under the stairs. You’ll do fine.”

“Hey. I know it seems like life sucks, that you’ve got the devil on your tail. Hell, sometimes you do. But you’re strong enough to beat him. You’ve got friends at your back and family too, and that’s what really counts in the end.”

“Don’t be silly, they’re wrong about you; of course you matter. You’ve always mattered.”

WOW CONGRATS YOU JUST MADE ME CRY OVER MY OWN POST

There’s going to come a day when we’ve all grown up, had a career, maybe got married and had kids, when were all going about our daily routine. Maybe you’re driving to work with the car radio on, or you’re making dinner with the tv on in the lounge. Life as usual, and then we hear a name. It’s the name of the person you had a blog dedicated to when you were 16. The person you had posters of up on your bedroom wall, or as your desktop background. The person off that show you used to watch every week, as soon as it came out, or that band you used to love. The person from the cast of a movie that changed your life, or the character who you scrolled through page after page of fanfiction of. You haven’t heard that name in a long time, and it brings everything back. And then the name is followed by three words you thought you’d never hear. Has Passed Away. And then you put down the potato peeler and lean back against your kitchen bench, or you pull over to the side of the road, and tears are streaming down your face. And all over the world, there are people who used to be just like you, with tears marking their cheeks and sobs forcing their way out of their throat, because they remember. Because fandoms never really die out. We never really move on. We never really forget.

bechloehuh:

punk5sosand1d:

And i’m crying now

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As many of you know, I recently purchased an Uruk-Hai scimitar.

mechbeth:

nudityandnerdery:

speakerwiggin:

zohbugg:

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Well let me tell you, it was quite the pragmatic purchase. It has endless uses in my morning routine.

Such as making the bed:

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Making toast:

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Getting things off high shelves:

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Making coffee:

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Reaching the remote when it’s too far away:

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And assisting me when I ran out of toilet paper:

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I don’t know how I survived life without it.

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No comment necessary.

You are my hero.

This is the best thing I’ve ever seen ever.

The Nerdist Crew and Angela Kinsey fangirling about Catherine Tate!!!!

(starting at 1:04:10)

iwishicouldgiveyoumore:

Roses are red.
The TARDIS is blue.
“Hey Donna, where’s the Doctor”
She said, “Doctor Who?”

lizlikewoe:

Donna Noble is perfect, okay.

unnecessaryname:

Sage Cattabriga-Alosa x Candide Thovex

unnecessaryname:

Sage Cattabriga-Alosa x Candide Thovex