Also someone thought this was a great idea for the cover of the 100th bbc dr who novel
Someone’s a god damn artistic genius.
50 Days of Doctor Who 50th - Day 40 - November 12th
What are your hopes for Twelve?
‘Nuff said. But I’d like a playful, more grown-up Twelve. Paternal, but a little bit flirty, because he knows he has fabulous hair.
The Corsair, a Time Lord and friend of the Doctor, from The Brilliant Book.
(via big-finish-sketches)
Giggling. “Memory cheats,” said a boy.
“But it happened,” said the Doctor. “You didn’t just implant a memory. You’ve changed my biodata. You changed my past!”
“Are you sure?”
“It’s impossible,” said the Doctor. “It’s impossible for my people. Our past is unreachable. What’s written can’t be unwritten.”
“Who said your history can’t change?”
Another boy answered, “Someone from his history.”
And another: “Maybe it’s the second-biggest lie in Time Lord history.”
“Maybe it changes all the time.”
Someone giggled. “Let’s play pin the tale on the donkey.”
“Maybe you didn’t use to have a father.”
“Maybe you’re living in the middle of a time war. maybe there’s an Enemy out there—”
The Doctor shouted, “I’m not listening!”
“—who’s rewriting you when you’re not looking!”
“Maybe you weren’t always half human.”
“But now you’ve BECOME always half human.”
“Maybe you weren’t always a Time Lord.”
“But now you’ve ALWAYS been a Time Lord.”
“maybe you originally came from some planet in the forty-ninth century. Fleeing from the Enemy who’d overrun your home—”
“I said I’m not listening! Laa laa laa laa laa—”
“—and you’ve just been written and rewritten and overwritten, ever since.”
“Pin the tale!”
“How d’you know it’s not true?”
“How COULD you know it’s not true?”
The voices crowded in. “How would you know, huh?”
“How would you know?”
“How would “How would you “How “How would you know?” you know?” you know?” know?”
“Why would I CARE?” shouted the Doctor."
— Unnatural History, Kate Orman and Jonathan Blum (via eighthdoctor)
(via newdawnfadesout)
Companion sketch #66: the 8th Doctor’s adopted daughter, Miranda Dawkins
I can’t stop thinking about Karl now. Dangit Karl. More Eight with his violin - different style.

