If any of us are lucky enough the discover the TARDIS/Doctor and get whisked away on a magical adventure through time and space, I don’t care how exciting it is, or where you have to go on your list of “planets the doctor must take me”
YOU COME AND GET EACH AND EVERY ONE OF US. YOU LAND IN MY BEDROOM EXACTLY 5 SECONDS AFTER THIS IS POSTED/REBLOGGED. AND YOU TAKE US TO 2013. AND WE ALL WATCH SHERLOCK 3.
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.
person at school/work: do you have a tumblr? me: no what even is that random person you just met: do you have a tumblr? me: yeah here’s my url and my phone number and my address and my social security number, new best friend
Sam:I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo:What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam:That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.