First original post time, I hate that everyone calls the tardis a box, I don’t k kw about the inside but the outside is very clearly a rectangular prism!!! I know that it’s a police box or whatever but it’s not a box!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s a rectangle prism. I will not take questions.

the Eighth Doctor and the Dancer!TARDIS from his dream in Frontier worlds. This is my first finished drawing in a while, it's not my best but I'm glad it's something. Description under the cut

[ ID: the Eighth Doctor lying with his head in the lap of the TARDIS. His coat is spread around him and his arms are relaxed at his sides. He has a besotted look on his face, gazing up into the face of the TARDIS. The TARDIS is leaning over the doctor and smiling down at him. She is humanoid, with pale skin, wearing a blue and metal grey gown with copper highlights, she is also wearing a masquerade mask that obscures her eyes. Her hair is a dark blue black, fading into the starry space like background of the peice. End ID]

imagine youre a teenager and one day you decide to steal a car because it looks fast and sleek and you want to travel on the road. so you go on a trip in your stolen car and you love it so much that you dedicate your life to the road. you spend your years travelling, visiting new places and picking up hitchhikers, all in the same car you stole, which at this point has become old and run down and needs refurbishing every now and then, but you never replace it because you live in this car now and it's your home. at one point your actual house was demolished and your family members are dead. the people you've hooked up with in your car have broken up with you and gone away. youve changed many times as a person, but your shitty car has stayed the same, the one constant in your hectic life. it's the last one of its model after they stopped manifacturing it: that's how old it is. then one day, your car suddenly breaks down in the middle of the road. you go out to get help and find a lady who weirdly knows all about you. she knows all the places youve been to and the people youve gone there with. as you talk with her more, you begin to realize that, somehow, the soul of your car—the one that's sitting broken outside—has transferred into the body of a human woman. your car is alive and now speaking to you, and she remembers all the moments you two have spent together, every word youve told her when you thought you were alone, every desire and complaint youve expressed to her in the middle of the night. your car is speaking to you, and she tells you that however much you love her, she loves you equally back. that you never really stole her all those years ago because she wanted to travel with you, and she wouldn't change you for anyone else in the world. you speak with your living human car, and you realize that, hey, she's kind of funny actually, and you might be a little bit in love with her, and she might be a little bit in love with you. but the desert you're stuck in is also sentient and evil, so your human car dies in your arms in order for her soul to transfer back into the machine and drive you away. so now you're back on the road with your car the same as always, except now you know she's sentient and maybe has feelings for you, so you sometimes let go of the wheel and let her take you wherever she wants. that's what happened between the doctor and the tardis in that one episode

The TARDIS was like yeah this hyperactive bitch needs space for the zoomies. AND SHE WAS RIGHT!!!!

imagine: you get your memories back after years of amnesia to find out your whole species is dead and earth doesn’t exist anymore. that the only thing left of your culture is your weird ex and his busted honda civic that barely even works that he stole from the government when he was 13. And he’s been taking members of an alien species for trips in his honda civic and they’re all like “woah it’s so cool” and you get upset because it’s NOT COOL it’s a honda civic, the turn signals don’t even work “wow it can go up hills” yeah OF COURSE IT CAN GO UP HILLS EVERY CAR COULD DO THAT. but they’ve never seen a car before so everything it does is the coolest thing ever. And your ex’s only tool is a fucking screwdriver which is somehow also cool to this dumbass alien species even though it’s a fucking screwdriver so you just look like an idiot screaming about how none of this is even cool it’s actually really shitty but your whole planet is gone so you can’t even prove it but also you’ve had a constant drumming sounding in your head since you were 10 slowly driving you insane. I would become evil too.

Ten! my love 🥰

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon on Jan 1st!

Ncuti rly just rocked up trouserless, played a high-stakes game of catch, told his younger self to get some fucking therapy, cloned the Tardis (HELLO?), and left to go clubbing. Iconic behaviour. No notes.

People keep saying that the TARDIS shouldn’t have malfunctioned just from a cup of coffee but I have two theories

• The TARDIS heard that her darling newly regenerated little time Lord wasn’t going to get a cool adventure with his bestie and engineered an excuse so that he could

• The TARDIS having newly refurbished herself had coffee thrown at her nice new circuits and decided to throw a bitch fit

Look the TARDIS is the longest running female character in doctor who, has proven to be sentient, and regularly takes the Doctor to places she thinks he’d like without warning. It had to be her right?

So... all of time and space, everything that ever happened or ever will - where do you want to start? ✨

Hello Whoniverse! 💙🔷💙

ThEM

I just rewatched David Tennant’s doctor regeneration into Matt Smith scene and I totally forgot that the Ood sing him a song as he goes. It’s one of the first times in a long time where he’s alone it’s Christmas, he’s scared and struggling to stand and “the universe sings him to sleep”. Even when he doesn’t have a companion the whole universe sings him to sleep, he’s never truly alone the universe is thanking him for his sacrifice and care in his last moments.

there's something so intensely lovely about the TARDIS whoosh whoosh being the same. you're watching doctor who in 1971? it whoosh whoosh. jump forward to 2005 and guess what? it's the same whoosh whoosh. the doctor's face may change, the budget may grow, the theme may be updated, but the whoosh whoosh of the tardis remains

The New Tardis - The Star Beast

I admit, I don't know what came over me when I was painting this... but here is a crazy watercolour abstract Doctor Who painting from yours truly.

I really need to brush up on my circular gallifreyan.