Holy Costumed Party

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s-guy:

fandance:

themostrandomtimeoftheyear:

issybird:

agentsweet:

madnessinitstrueform:

bennyslegs:

whoviackian:

fireflyastoria:

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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ralphdgamf:

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kimburrit0:

I was helping my little brother

Where the fuck does jack come from

That’s basically what math is like for the rest of your life.

I love how the answer is at the bottom of the page. And how is any kid suppose to know how many stickers Jack has? Does Tani and Jen give Jack their stickers? I wish I was Jack. My friends never give me stickers.  

You’re all missing the point. This isn’t math. Rather it’s metaphysics, or the existence of our being. Theoretically speaking, Jack isn’t a person. Jack exists in all of us. We are Jack. Jack is all of us. Every single one of us. In each inept part of our being, our existence, Jack lives. Forgotten and ignored, yet he exists in our never ending subconscious. The question, rather, is how many stickers do we all have?

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