Self-proclaimed writer and singer.
Others-proclaimed cynical bitch.
22 years old, more jaded than I should be.
Feminist, intellectualist, agnostic.
SuperWhoLockian, Loki fangirl.
A little pretentious.
A little hypocritical.
A little condescending.
OH MY FUCKING GOD
i borrowed my friend’s laptop and here’s the desktop
which is a little creepy but ok
but did you know that you can set your desktop to change every now and then
BECAUSE I DIDN’T AND I MINIMIZED MY BROWSER
I NEARLY PISSED MYSELF
Wow, this is a fantastic idea. Totally doing this now.
Anyone remember seeing a fan theory going around about how the Statue of Liberty is actually a weeping angel and it never moves because NYC is the City That Never Sleeps so someone is always looking at it? Remember that?
They’re fucking doing it now.
They have to. Trailer for the next episode is NYC and angels and there’s a brief flash of the Statue of Liberty. I’m going to be really disappointed if they don’t. But really I’m just excited for another weeping angels episode.
Oh and the fact that RIVER MOTHERFUCKING SONG IS BACK.
The Daleks made me look twice at old-fashioned vacuum cleaners.
The Cybermen made me a little freaked out by robots.
The Sontaran made me afraid to be alone with…I dunno…eggs? They’re honestly not scary.
But all of these are nothing compared to the Weeping Angels. The Weeping fucking Angels.
The first episode they’re featured in, Blink, is my favorite episode. The concept of the Angels (“they just zap you into the past and let you live to death”) is a fantastic idea. The fact that, until the very end, the Doctor is only able to communicate from fifty years in the past is brilliant. I think my favorite scene is when Sally Sparrow is talking to the video of him on the television and Larry is writing it all down. The “don’t blink” speech still gives me shivers, even after seeing the episode 10 times.
The silver medal for favorite scene goes to when Billy Shipton is zapped into the sixties with the Doctor. The Doctor explains how the angels work, as well as the inner workings of what appears to be a plastic lunchbox.
Billy: How did I get here?
Doctor: Same way we did, touch of an angel. Same one probably, since you ended up in the same year. No no no, don’t get up. Time travel without a capsule. Nasty. Catch your breath, don’t go swimming for half an hour.
Billy: I don’t…I can’t…
Doctor: Fascinating race, the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss, they just zap you into the past and let you live to death. The rest of your life used up and blown away in the blink of an eye. You die in the past, and in the present they consume the energy of all the days you might have had. All your stolen moments. They’re creatures of the abstract, they live off potential energy.
Billy: What in God’s name are you talking about?
Martha: Trust me, just nod when he stops for breath.
Doctor: Tracked you down with this. This…is my timey-wimey detector. Goes “ding” when there’s stuff. Also, it can boil an egg at thirty paces…whether you want it to or not, actually. I’ve learned to stay away from hens. It’s not pretty when they blow.