|me reading fanfiction:||THEY GON FUCK|
|me reading a long fanfiction:||WHEN THEY GUN FUCK|
My first actual experience with Doctor Who was when I was at home, watching TV with my dad. We couldn’t find anything to watch, so I was browsing the channels and stumbled across, what else, Doctor Who. Specifically, an 11 episode; The Beast Below. I asked my dad what the show was about, but all he could say was “Some British alien show.” And so, after a few minutes of watching, I said, quite declaredly…
“This is way too weird, who watches this?”
And promptly changed the channel.
Of course, when I joined tumblr and found most of my friends raving about the show (among others, like Supernatural and Sherlock), I decided to give it another shot, and watched the 10 episode Voyage of the Damned. I was actually pretty interested, then. Thus began my obsession. I started at season 4 (since that’s what was marathoning on BBC America at the time), and while I liked Eccleston when I watched him, I thought David Tennant was the best Doctor. But then…
Matt Smith happened. And I fell in love.
I bought the screwdrivers, the figures, the t-shirts and TARDISes, and I even got some of my friends into the show. My dad is much more aware of the show now that I’ve joined the fandom. In fact, I think he might be just a big a fan as I am now… So I guess the lesson here is give things a proper chance, no matter how strange they might seem… It might just change your life.
What if the Slytherin common room had the same kind of magic that Hogwarts has that conceals it’s real appearance and shows something different to Muggles and only the Slytherin students can see the big fluffy cushions and kittens playing in the portraits and everyone else sees dank, dripping dungeons.