People don’t understand our fandoms.
To popular culture and the people we often surround ourselves with, we are nothing but a group of snivelling crazy people who obsess over anything and everything to make it seem like it could be the slightest bit relevant to ourselves.
People don’t understand why we’re like this. We are the exclusions. We are the people that have been pushed, and poked, and prodded, and shoved out of society until we created one of our own. We are the people who have been degraded, bullied, and laughed out of popular expectations because we don’t fit in. Or maybe we’re just the people who found something they liked one day, and came here to find someone else that liked it too. Fandoms are the people who understand us.
We know how to enjoy the simple things in life.
We know how to laugh. And cry. And break. And pick ourselves up.
We know how to be compassionate.
We know how to analyse.
We know how to believe.
Because we believe in a higher power. We believe in the people that had to ability to believe in themselves. And when they doubt themselves- we know how to make them dust of their trousers and get back into the game.
And who are these people?
They’re the people that save us every day.
They’re the people that make us smile.
They’re the people that make us laugh.
This is for all the people that have ever felt the way I do. The way we do. The people who have ever found home in the most unlikely places. This is for the fandoms. All of them.
This is for the people who sobbed in Third Star.
This is for the people who waited for Season Two of Sherlock.
This is for the people who waved goodbye to the Ponds in September 2012.
This is for the people who sat mesmerised by Christopher and His Kind.
This is for the people who giggled their way though Forty Something.
This is for the people who watched Ali G just for Martin Freeman.
This is for the people who hear their souls in Carry On My Wayward Son.
This is for the people who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.
This if for the people who ride the road with Sam and Dean in the Impala.
This is for the people who are at least 20% cooler.
This is for the people who are home-stuck.
This is for the people who boarded the Hogwarts Express for the last time in 2011.
This is for the people who think polar bears, are, brilliant.
This is for the people that have aim like Hawkeye and stealth like Black Widow.
This is for the people that smile when they see a picture of Benedict Cumberbatch smiling.
This is for the people that giggle when eheheheheheheh.
This is for the people who fucking curse all the fucking time. Wanker.
This is for the people who shOUT IN THE MIDDLE OF SENTEnces.
This is for the people who work at Tesco just like Andrew Scott.
This is for the people who asdfghjkl;.
This is for the people who dream big, because they dare to.
And whether you’re a writer like John Finnemore, actor like Tom Hiddleston, musician like Murray Gold, or all round legend and self-confessed dork like Benedict Cumberbatch, they were all just dreamers at one point. And one day something tragic will happen. Something- anything. One of them disappears. Car accident. Illness. Plain old age. Or they just can’t seem to get work anymore.
But we’ll still be here.
Writing their own inspiration.
We are fandom.
And we’ll never leave you.
We’re the one thing you can always rely on.
We’re the ones who will remember when you did what no one else remembers.
When Andrew Scott brandished a knife in My Life In Film.
When Benedict Cumberbatch broke a sink in To The Ends Of The Earth.
When Martin Freeman put Gareth’s stapler in a Jelly. (He doesn’t trust the way it moves.)
When Mark Gatiss was impaled on Midsummer Murders.
When Steven Moffat created Sally Sparrow, the companion that never was.
When Chris Evans sung in Not Another Teen Movie.
When Tom Hiddleston wowed audiences in War Horse.
We are fandoms, and we never really forget anything.
And we’ll never really forget the people that gave us hope when no one else understood.
so today at school we had to do a sheet on ‘emotional health’
which is defined as ’the ability to articulately and appropriately express a range of emotions from anger to sadness’
HO FUCKING HO
two types of reactions to the emmys
this fandom is like smeagol and gollum
The Sherlock Fandom, as defined by Urban Dictionary.
I LOVE THIS FUCKING FANDOM SO MUCH!!!
Oh my god.
hahaha!! this is just toooo good :D
- Set ringtone to “Carry on My Wayward Son”
- Get a phone call
- Count the number of people who cringe or start crying.
How to Spot a Sherlock Fan in a Crowd
- Set ringtone to Stayin’ Alive
- Get a phone call
- Count the heads that swivel instantly with eager looks of hope on their faces
How to Spot a Doctor Who Fan in a Crowd
- Set ringtone to TARDIS noise
- Get a phone call
- Count the number of people who randomly flip out
How to Spot A Fan of Pretty Much Anything in a Crowd:
1. Yell “Holy Shit, Mark Sheppard?!”
2. There’s no way to count that many people.
I am and so is my lemon
We. Are. Brilliant.
Always reblog this, even if you already reblogged it one second ago, do it anyway.
Every Sherlockian in tumblr should reblog this
This is brilliant, and perfect, and everything we stand for. I love you guys.
This is why you’re one of my all time favorite fandoms.
So true it hurts.
Rest of Tumblr:
You know, I really hope they do kiss. Just once. JUST GIVE US ONE, MOFFTISS. PLEASE.
CPR WOULD EVEN PASS FOR A KISS OKAY
the above statement sums up tumblr so perfectly.
you know they’re not actually going to kiss right
Ooh, forevvy, breaking hearts left and right over there.
all lives end, all hearts are broken
BUT WHAT IF THEY DO
Tumblr will explode!
The Sherlock Fandom
the accuracy of this post is rather frightening