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Last night, almost falling asleep, this crossed my mindβ¦
Who would win between Eraserhead vs a Weeping Angel?
Remembering that Weeping Angels are considered difficult to destroy when they are frozen and Eraserhead can only remain without blinking for a certain amount of time. What do you think?
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Can one of you keep an eye on my son for a moment? He keeps getting into trouble. Thx ;)
Nico di anglo runs Into a weeping angel and gets sent back in time the first thing he does is try to find his sister
Friend: "I don't feel like watching another Doctor Who." Friend: *sees it's a Weeping Angel episode* Friend:*sits the fuck back down*
looking into those bottomless eyes he will never be able to move again* .β§
βI will not forget one line of this,
not one day, I swear.
I will always remember when
The Doctor
was me.β
~ 11th Doctor
I think I should redraw this drawing I did 1.5 years ago
Hello everyone! Snugglepuff here! Sooo, I was reading this Doctor Who book I have and I came across this on the page about the Weeping Angels.
"Can they fly?" Honey, I don't know and I don't want to be the poor soul who finds out, but just the idea that THAT thing could POTENTIALLY have the ability to fly is absolutely terrifying.
Angels Watching as You Sleep (Halloween Special)
Pairing: NONE WHATSOEVER
Rating: PG for spookiness
Your road was silent at this time of night, and it wasn't exactly comforting. The usual bustle of cars on the main cut through felt muted, and the cold October air offered an air of stillness, like someone had pressed pause on just your little road.
Your car made the only sound as it trundled to a stop in the parking lot beside your apartment building, which cut off quickly as you pulled out your key and stepped out, busily gathering your belongings, glancing around nervously. Something was off...something was wrong...
What was that? You blinked and locked your eyes on it more firmly, forcing your tired mind to focus.
A statue stood at the edge of the vacant lot, huge wings curled behind it and hands to its face, gray dress stuck eternally furling in a nonexistent wind.
No.
Oh god no.
It couldn't be, not here.
Your eyes were frozen open and locked on the angel as you backed away slowly toward your building.
Just get inside. You can call him from in there. There, you'd be safer.
Only perhaps twenty yards to the door.
Your eyes were watering, stinging, burning, but you couldn't let them close, not for even a moment. Almost all of your will was focused on you eyes, and what was left was focused on moving slowly toward the double doors to sanctuary.
But then, your bag slipped from your hands. The crash on the pavement jarred you.
You blinked.
The angel was closer. Perhaps a yard, perhaps two. But that was enough to make your heart stop for a moment, and you redoubled your efforts, eyes that now knew the taste of comfort begging for it but you were determined to win.
Only ten more yards to freedom.
Something shuffled behind you, and it took everything you had to fight your instincts and keep your eyes on the angel before you, to keep moving.
The thing shuffled closer again, its steps sounding very deliberate, but almost...lazy. As if the movement, though quick, was relaxed. Like it was taking its time.
You would have missed the sound any other night, and you wished to god you'd missed it that night. That sound would haunt you forever, wake you in cold sweats and screaming.
A small, breathy, eerily echoing on nothing at all, chuckle.
In your horror you spun around.
The Angel wore a smile.
There was a hand on your back.