I'm a 20-year-old girl who loves reading and watching fantasy and Sci-Fi TV shows.

My favourite books:

Harry Potter, Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus, The Hunger Games, A Song Of Ice and Fire, Inheritance Cycle, Divergent, Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit, The Maze Runner, The Mortal Instruments/The Infernal Devices, The Chronicles of Narnia, His Dark Materials, Septimus Heap, The Name of the Wind...

My favourite movies:

All Harry Potter and Hunger Games movies, Star Wars, Pirates of the Caribbean, The Hobbit, Lord of the Rings, Divergent, The Maze Runner, everything Marvel, Indiana Jones films, The Greatest Showman...

My Favourite TV Shows:

Game of Thrones, Supernatural, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Merlin, The Flash, Arrow, Lucifer, Stranger Things, Westworld, The Umbrella Academy...

Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. - C. S. Lewis

We have one collective hope: the Earth. And yet uncounted people remain hopeless. Famine and calamity abound. Sufferers hurl themselves into the arms of war. People kill and get killed in the name of someone else's concept of God. Dare we admit that our thoughts and behaviors spring from a belief that the world revolves around us?

Each fabricated conflict, self murdering bomb, vanished airplane, every fictionalized dictator, biased partisan and wayward son part the curtains of society's racial, ethnic, religious, national and cultural conflicts, and you find the human ego turning the knobs and pulling the levers.

When I track the orbits of asteroids, comets, and planets, each one a pirouetting dancer in a cosmic ballet, choreographed by the forces of gravity, I see beyond the plight of humans. I see a universe ever expanding with its galaxies embedded within the ever-stretching, four-dimensional fabric of space and time.

However big our world is — in our hearts, our minds, in our out-sized atlases? The universe is even bigger.

There are more stars in the universe than grains of sand on the world's beaches. More stars in the universe than seconds of time that have passed since Earth formed. More stars than words and sounds ever uttered by all humans who have ever lived.

The day we cease exploration of the cosmos is the day we threaten the continuance of our species.

In that bleak world, arms-bearing, resource-hungry people and nations would be prone to act on their low contracted prejudices, and would have seen the last gasp of human enlightenment —until the rise of a visionary new culture once again embraces the cosmic perspective; a perspective in which we are one, fitting neither above, nor below, but within. - Neil DeGrasse Tyson

Us, right. And that, Sam, that is exactly why our lives suck. I mean come on, we hunt monsters. What the hell? I mean, normal people, they see a monster and they run, but not us. No, no, no we-we search out things that want to kill us, yeah, huh, or eat us. You know who does that? Crazy people. We are insane. You know, and then there’s the-the-the bad diner food. And-and the-the skeevy motel rooms. And then the truck stop waitress with the bizarre rash. I mean who wants this life Sam? Huh? Seriously? I mean do you actually like being stuck in a car with me eight hours a day, every single day? I don’t think so. I mean, I drive too fast, and I listen to the same five albums over and over and over again and-and-and I sing along, I’m annoying, I know that. And you, you’re gassy. You eat half a burrito and you get toxic. I mean, you know what?

Your brother, bless his soul, is summoning me as I speak. Make a deal, bring you back. It’s exactly about what I was talking about, isn’t it? It’s all become so… expected. You have to believe me. When I suggested you can take on the mark of Cain, I didn’t know this was going to happen. Not really. I mean, I might not have told you the entire truth. But I never lied. I never lied, Dean. That’s important. It’s fundamental. But… there is one story about Cain that I might have… forgotten to tell you. Apparently, he, too, was willing to accept death, rather than becoming the killer the mark wanted him to be. So he took his own with the blade. He died. Except, as rumor has it, the mark never quite let go. You can understand why I never spoke of this. Why set hearts aflutter of mere speculation? It wasn’t until you summoned me… no, it wasn’t truly until you left that cheeseburger uneaten… that I began to let myself believe. Maybe miracles do come true. Listen to me, Dean Winchester. What you’re feeling right now – it’s not death. It’s life – a new kind of life. Open your eyes, Dean. See what I see. Feel what I feel. And let’s go take a howl at that moon.

You know, I've been here for a very long time. And I remember many things. I remember being at a shoreline. Watching a little gray fish heave itself up on the beach, and an older brother saying, "Don't step on that fish, Castiel. Big plans for that fish." I remember the Tower of Babel, all 37 feet of it, which I suppose was impressive at the time. And when it fell, they howled divine wrath. But come on, dried dung can only be stacked so high. I remember Cain and Abel. David and Goliath, Sodom and Gomorrah. And of course, I remember the most remarkable event - remarkable because it never came to pass. It was averted by two boys, an old drunk, and a fallen angel. The grand story. And we ripped up the ending, and the rules, and destiny, leaving nothing but freedom and choice. Which is all well and good, except... well, what if I've made the wrong choice? How am I supposed to know? But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you my story. Let me tell you everything.

- Supernatural

Heroes are important. Heroes tell us who we want to be but when they made this particular hero they didn’t give him a gun, they gave him a screwdriver to fix things. They didn’t give him a tank or a warship or an X-Wing, they gave him a call box from which you can call for help and they didn’t give him a superpower or a heat-ray, they gave him an extra heart. And that’s extraordinary. There will never come a time when we don’t need a hero like the Doctor.

People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but *actually* from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff.

We all change, when you think about it. We’re all different people all through our lives. And that’s OK, that’s good, you gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be.

I'll be a story in your head. That's okay. We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? 'Cause it was, you know. It was the best. The daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you that I stole it? Well I borrowed it. I was always going to take it back. - Doctor Who

It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you didn't want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come and when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances to turn back only they didn’t. They kept going, because they were holding on to something. That there’s some good in this world and it’s worth fighting for. - Lord of the Rings