converting to whovianity

Nothing better than being in an empty fandom and dragging other people into it like it’s some sort of soul-eating contagious disease

“What’s Twerking?” a child will ask, earnestly. Thunderous applause will arise from the aisles of the supermarket in which you are buying discounted, probably returned cookies.

Some will begin to well up.

“I don’t know,” you’ll say, in between tears, before driving directly to church to convert to whatever.

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