And this is one of the main reasons I love him, such a genuine humble soul :)
WHOVIANS WHO DIDN’T LIKE THE 50TH:
To those of you complaining that the End of Time’s ending no longer makes sense, I would like to point out that it, in fact, does. The above picture is a screenshot of the Master’s page in regards to the end of time. You can read the full page here: [x]
First things first, the Master and the Doctor destroyed a link between Earth and the then thought to be time-locked Gallifrey. A LINK. Not all of Gallifrey, as I’ve seen a few posts claiming. This sent them, and potentially the Master as well, “back into hell” of the final day of the Time War.
As far as the council knew, it WAS the final day of the time war. The council, as you might have noticed, was not in this episode. Probably specifically for this reason. They were too busy securing a safe escape for themselves through the White-Point Star. AND I QUOTE FROM THE EPISODE, "The High Council is in emergency session - they have plans of their own." THIS LINE WAS VERY MUCH INTENTIONAL. In fact, the whole story line of the Master and the White-Point Star link could easily have gone down before the planet was stashed away by the doctors. In fact, that story line could run parallel to the Doctor trying to decide whether or not to destroy Gallifrey.
Now there are some saying, “BUT THE GUILT HE FELT WASN’T EVEN REAL.” No, it was real. As was stated in the episode, when they reentered their own time streams, the War Doctor and Ten individually forgot. And even if Eleven were to forget, Clara’s timeline was not changed, and therefore she would easily be able to remember and fill the Doctor in. It’s also why Eleven didn’t remember when he ran into Ten - because to his memory as Ten, it hadn’t happened to him. Getting back to the guilt, when the War Doctor (or 8.5 as some are calling him) woke up as nine, his planet would be gone. The last thing he would have remembered before crossing into the time streams would be trying to decide. His planet and all the Daleks are gone and only he remains, just as the Moment told him would be his fate if he chose to burn Gallifrey. And what can he find of his home? Nothing. So, naturally, he would assume that he chose to do it and that he killed his people, thus triggering the guilt in Russel T. Davies’ storyline.
TLDR: MOFFAT DID NOT IGNORE THE END OF TIME. PLEASE STOP.
SORRY. REBLOGGING MYSELF TO ADD SOMETHING.
Immediately after “The High Council is in emergency session - they have plans of their own.” the next line is, "Their plans have already failed. Gallifrey is still in the line of fire."
GOD BLESS YOU FOR EXPLAINING THE THING IN THOROUGH DETAIL!!!
That awkward moment far far away.
Most relevant post on my Tumblr.
I am going to legitimately cry at this
I saw this in an interview, because it was held from them until they read it in script. Priceless!
*whispers* im a star trek blog and even i find this necessary to reblog
My favorite picture ever.
I love how Carrie is all “Oh sweet jesus that’s a twist!”
While Mark is like “YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Doctor Who in London - Film Vs. Location [x]
Click the pictures for episode and location
There’s something broken in nerd culture.
There’s something broken, and painful, and wrong, and if we don’t correct it—hell, if we can’t at least learn to see it, to recognize it in ourselves, to notice when we’re being this ugly—we are going to spoil the very things that we cherish. The things that misguided posts like these are, however clumsily and cruelly, trying to protect.
Who ever told you that your fandoms belong to you?
I don’t care what it is. A band, a book. A television show. No matter what it is, at some point you stopped thinking about it as “a thing I like” and you started thinking about it as yours. And there’s nothing wrong with that, so long as you remember that it’s a feeling, not a fact. So long as you remember that that feeling is best, is most powerful, when it is shared.
How dare you, OP on the bottom right. How can you say—scream—"no, it’s not allowed to be your thing, go away" of fucking The Perks of Being a Wallflower? Have you READ Perks? Because far as I can tell, that novel (and movie!) is all about the intimacy and necessity of inclusiveness. It’s about how we’re all broken inside, all desperate, all searching for a family to call our own. For people who will love us for our jagged edges; people whose own jagged edges fit against ours like puzzle pieces. It’s about finding the beauty in mediocrity, in discovering more in people than you ever thought they could give you.
How dare you tell anyone they don’t get to be a part of that? How dare you tell them that because of what they like—flower crowns, Instagram filters, a pair of broken shoelaces and a caption in Helvetica—they’re somehow lesser, different, not allowed. Cut off.
How dare you make yourself gatekeeper?
What makes you think you’re worthy?
So you’re right, OP on the top, who in a fugue of almost self-awareness tagged your post “this makes me angrier than it should.” Because bow ties don’t belong to the Whovians, they don’t belong to anyone, and they don’t because they’re fucking bow ties. They’ve been a menswear accessory staple for a decent few centuries. Matt Smith has been the Doctor since April of 2010. It doesn’t belong to you; it’s not yours. And you don’t get to call anyone a fuckwit for putting a decorative piece of silk around their neck just because they think it makes them look dapper. Because lord knows you can’t just like the way something looks. Lord knows you can’t just like something. You have to be in The Club.
Didn’t you join these fandoms because you were sick of other people telling you you couldn’t be in The Club?
Has it ever occurred to you that maybe your Joy Division shirt was out of stock because of other Joy Division fans, and not because some ~mindless wannabes~ decided to ruin your day?
Has it ever occurred to you that maybe instead of policing why other people like or attend movies, you could actually turn a critical eye to the movie itself? That you can and should taste your media with your whole tongue, so you know just what it is you’re swallowing?
Has it ever occurred
to any of you
that if you walk up to someone who doesn’t seem to know her way around and you say “Hey, I notice you’ve only highlighted that one quote, y’know, the one about being infinite, and I was wondering why it spoke to you? And do you want to talk about the other parts?” you might
make a fucking friend?
Somewhere along the line, someone handed you a book. Someone sent you a playlist. Someone forced you to sit down on their couch and watch something with them, because they knew you’d love it. And that act, whatever it was, gave you a sense of completion and home. Absolutely, you have a right to that feeling.
But what on earth gave you the impression that you have the right to deny that feeling to someone else?
Look, You don’t have to be a die hard fan to be a fan. You can simply like the thing. With music you may have heard just a few songs, but still like the band. Shows, you may have only seen a few episodes, but you like the show. And maybe you’re new to some types of movies. Maybe you like romantic comedies, while someone else likes action, and adventure. Maybe you are going to experiment with movies.
"Hipster" or "Fandom" shouldn’t be butting heads like this.
Hell, we all sit on tumblr and blog.
And a blog is a blog. If it’s not your blog, it doesn’t matter what they post. Because it’s their blog. And whatever they want to blog about, they have the right to.
So don’t say they can’t wear those items of clothing, they can’t read those books, they can’t chose those movies or anything because they’re “hipster” or not actually part of the “fandom” because you don’t know. Let people blog what they want to blog and don’t say they aren’t fans of some things.
But! But but but!
Sam DOES follow, just not right away. Sam lives a long, prosperous, ridiculously happy life in Hobbiton with Rosie, with whom he has many children. He was mayor of Hobbiton SEVEN times until he retired at age 96, oversaw the establishment of the Shire as its own independent land, and was personally given the Star of the Dunedain by King Elessar as a gesture of friendship and love. But when Rosie passed away on Mid-Year’s day, Sam rode out from Bag End on September 22nd for the last time and finally followed Frodo to Valinor as the third and last Ringbearer to do so at the grand old age of 104.
He did exactly as Frodo asked him to. He was whole, and happy, and he enjoyed and did more than he could have ever imagined when he was a humble gardener listening in for tales of the Elves. And when he had lived out his life in peace and absolute happiness he earned his reward and followed Frodo home.
People are screwed up in this world. I’d rather be with someone screwed up and open about it than somebody perfect and ready to explode
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