For the love of Doctors and Wizards

This was, believe it or not, the first picture I ever saw relating to Doctor Who. Years before I got into the show (which was this winter, but the way I talk and blog about it you’d think I’ve been on this bandwagon since the start, wouldn’t you?)  I remember seeing this picture, agreeing vehemently, and then filing it away for further examination at a later point. I don’t know why I didn’t start watching it right away. Maybe it’s because I was wary of falling madly in love with another fictional character or being emotionally invested in these characters only to be heartbroken (Joss Whedon has made me a cynic when it comes to viewer/character relationships. He’s taught me that any bond I form with a character he's created will always end in tears, thanks for that Joss), but I just stalled getting into the reboot of the show.

Clearly I’m over that emotional block and, now when I look at this picture, I can truly appreciate it for the brilliance that it exudes. At the same time though, when I rewatch the show (like I have been these past few weeks) I feel myself getting so sad at moments I should, theoretically, be over. My dear Eccly regenerating into Teninch, for one. Rose being left in Bad Wolf bay (haven't quite reached that yet, but soon). All those moments I know are coming, because I've experienced them once before and was hurt by them once before, just end up hurting me all over again. I seem to unintentionally invest a lot more of my self into these fictional characters than a normal person should. If I keep spreading myself this thin emotionally, eventually I wont be able to fall madly in love with real people.

That's a really scary and dramatic thought, probably brought upon by the fact that I feel like I'm getting old. I am part of the Harry Potter generation, and that era has ended. True, Pottermore is going to be launched soon, and as Ms. Rowling so heart wrenchingly put it, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome us home, but it's still not the same. There will be no more premiers to witness, midnight showings to get dressed up for, Midnight Magic Parties to attend. That anticipation, toe curling in it's awesomeness, felt by millions around the world, to turn that page and read those first words. When's the last time that so many people have waited so long for a children's book? When was the last time that magic and mischief and school and death and coming of age caused so much people to come together and celebrate and gossip and speculate about hidden meanings and possible foreshadowing?

Better yet, when's the next time this will happen?

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I'm not quite sure how I went from Doctor Who to Harry Potter (all the while managing to revert to emo teenager phase), but as an ultimate nerd I guess it's all connected in my mind in one huge, overly emotional, super excited, extremely invested, pulsating mass of gushing, unabashed fangirlism.