my hair and i have a very complicated relationship </3
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nominee 4 of 6
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Isn’t this fantastic? We’ve all been nominated for mtvU’s Best Fandom Forever award alongside some other amazing fandoms like Batman and Lord of the Rings. As mentioned in the post, this is an award for the best fandom, which means that this nomination is about you. From the gif makers to the artists, the text posters to the casual watchers, all of you are the reason why we’ve all been nominated, and why we get to do all of the fun stuff we do every day here on Doctor Who Tumblr. For that, we thank you!
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y’all were joking about how neither the netherlands nor argentina would want to win this game but now i’m really starting to believe it
trying to put my bedsheets on by myself is like wrestling with satan
“Tell me the story about how the Sun loved the Moon so much he died every night just to let her breath ” She asked
“Once during a time when the earth was simple, the Sun shone brighter than anything. The people were grateful and rejoiced every time the Sun shone. He brought them joy and warmth, he was even the source of their warmth.
But he was lonely, all by himself in the vast skies. He would look down at the people dancing in his radiance and wonder if he was simply destined to a life of solidarity. That was the price he paid for being the brightest, he reasoned.
Then there was the Moon. As the Sun grew weary and began to disappear, she would rise into the sky, flanked by millions of stars. Her radiance was a sad kind of beauty, one that went unnoticed as the people slept. The Stars watched her with wish fullness, hoping that one day they could get close enough so she wouldn’t feel so empty. But they couldn’t. The Moon was untouchable, surrounding herself with a blanket of darkness through the cold nights.
Until one day when the Sun was sliding out of the heavens, he caught a glimpse of her. She was peeking up, a rare side of her being exposed to the light. And while the Sune could shine, he knew the Moon could glow, and a faithful whisper trumped an arrogant shout any day.
So just as the Stars were wandering into the night, the Sun fell in love like a snowball hurding down a mountain. How he wished to see her move than the fleeting moments he shared with her at both dawn and dusk. But the Moon was untouchable. Uncurable. Unfreeable.
“Go,” she whispered to him one of those nights, her voice as sweet and sorrowful as the last light of morning. “Go and let me breathe, for you and I have decided fates. You illuminate the day, and I cast a glow one the night. We will never be. Our connection would go against what all the people believe, all they know” During the summer he would stay a little longer just in case she would change his mind. It was no use.
“Don’t you dare abandon your blessing of light for my darkness.” Those were the last words the Moon was strong enough to speak to the Sun,” I responded.