Idris: Are all people like this?
The Doctor: Like what?
Idris: So much bigger on the inside. I’m— Oh, what is that word? It’s so big. And so complicated. And so sad.
Reactions to the TARDIS
#Can you imagine if one day you’re just casually passing by your living room window when you see a familiar figure outside with a long coat and converse shoes #and your heart stops for a second as if deciding whether you finally died, but you’re alive, and so you wait for the vision to slip back into your subconscience #but it doesn’t.
#He begins to walk away and your book drops from your hand, falling open and wrinkling its pages while your legs bolt towards the front door #but by the time you fumble onto the steps all you can see is a faint outline of an old police telephone box and the distancing sound of waking dreams. #You can’t help but yell out “DOCTOR!” but it’s as noticeable as the last glimmer of the TARDIS bulb.
#Then you find that somehow the sun as gone down and that you’ve been standing on the sidewalk all afternoon, you also realize that neighbors are staring out their windows. #When you finally get inside you run into the living room and look out the window but it’s all dark now. #You step back and your heal hits something, the book, it’s still on the floor #Picking it up you look at it’s creased pages, refusing to unfold them. #An unexpected bookmark for the day you saw The Doctor.
#Ah but as you pick up the page, you notice something between the pages of the book. # A small key, left behind by someone or something to let you know he is still out there. #You breath in and glance back at the window into the night, listening for anything that might have placed that key in your book. #Nothing comes to your ears. #You clench the key in your fist and turn around, ready to head to bed and wishing that your dream was actually reality.
#That would be when the noise sounded up. #The moment when all hope was gone, you hear the sound again. #The whooshing grinding noise that brings hope back to life. #You look over your shoulder into the gloom, # seeing a faint light pierce the dark. #A blue box. #One that is bigger on the inside.# A head pops out of it and looks at you as you stare at the window.
I love how the PULL TO OPEN bit has gotten progressively bigger is time went on, even tried italicising once
It’s like she gets more frustrated each time.
OH MY GOD. KJSDFKJSDBVJDFKJBJBSVF
So much canon.
she is totally trying to get him to notice the pull to open.
“All alone in space and time, there’s nothing here but what here’s mine. Something borrowed, something blue - every me and every you “
The Doctor and the Tardis.
#Why do I feel like this is the most perfect Doctor/TARDIS picture ever? #The Doctor is quietly - or not so quietly - freaking the hell out and trying to fix things #dashing around a console like a madman trying every single trick he’s learned #which is really quite a lot of tricks when you stop and think about it he is 900 years old after all #And the TARDIS is just standing off to the side ignoring him #exploring her shiny new toy while she has the chance #and not paying any mind to her beautiful idiot as he flails about #because she’s so been here and done this with him before #And so when he’s ready to give up on her and himself and everything she will calmly step in #and fix everything just like she always does #and take him where he needs to go #I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS #AND ALL OF THEM ARE ABOUT A TIME LORD AND HIS BLUE BOX (via mirabilelectu)