total trash mammal

So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”

Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.

Golden Touch by Clayshaper

In the TV movie, Bad Wolf, Boom Town, etc. we see that they can potentially do things like “reverse people’s timelines” and “divide reality”. 

In The Doctor’s Wife we’re introduced to the House (a powerful, very traditional cosmic horror that exists outside of the known universe) and as soon as she gets the chance, the TARDIS kills it with very little trouble. Earlier the House uses the capacities of the TARDIS to make Amy and Rory hallucinate their most terrible fears, implying that the TARDIS could do that if she wanted to.

Sometimes it’s even outright stated to be a bizarre and incomprehensible alien horror that humans can’t even cope with looking at unless specific filters are up. Take this passage from Death and Diplomacy:

‘Come into my parlour,’ said the Doctor. ‘I have something to show you.’ 

There then followed, for all three of them, a complete and utter blank in their memories for they knew not how long. Discussing it, a long time later, when a wide variety had settled, they would agree that it had occurred but they could remember absolutely nothing of it. It was as though something had been literally cut from their minds, their very beings – so precisely that not a single trace remained. They were reminded of the process by which maggots clean dead flesh from a wound far more thoroughly than any knife. 

They would come to learn, however, that when one cuts something out the shape remains. For the rest of their lives all three would sometimes wake up screaming from dreams of something sinuous and churning that didn’t exist, and didn’t exist on the edge of everything. As it was, they stepped through the door of the cabinet and went blank–

and then they simply found themselves standing fifteen-odd paces into a largish octagonal room with roundels on the walls and feeling remarkably rested. Their lungs and throats felt raw and their faces and upper necks were marked with nail scratches and bruises, as though they had recently clawed at them in some kind of frenzy, but at the time they didn’t notice or think about it at all. 

The Doctor was standing by a kind of plinth in the centre of the room. A cover plate was off and he was tinkering with what they recognized as mechanetics but with a slightly strange quality. They were mechanetics as imagined by a child who is still of an age at which he believes that mechanetics can work miracles.

‘That should sort it out,’ the Doctor said. ‘She’d forgotten how to treat visitors. I had to teach her about progressive evolutionary encephalization from scratch and there were still a few little wrinkles, as it were, to iron out. Sorry.’ 

‘What?’ Koth’s voice was a rasp. 

‘Don’t worry about it,’ said the Doctor. ‘I really wouldn’t worry about it. So don’t worry about it.’ 

Sareth was looking about himself with interest – and Koth wondered where the Saloi had picked up that black eye. He hadn’t had it before. Then he lost interest. Probably nothing important. 

‘We’re still inside it, aren’t we?’ Sareth said to the Doctor. ‘We’re in your blue box.’

(etc. etc. etc.) My point here is that TARDISes are scary. From everything we’ve seen the TARDIS is really only a whim away from being able to do basically whatever reality and mind breaking stuff it pleases.

but despite all that she’s mostly just like this constantly

And want to know how Timelords made each newer version? Selective Breeding and experimentation. And yes, it’s as horrific as is implied.

In the EDAs, we literally see a woman who’s actually a TARDIS. She and the Timelord who accompanies her are best friends. Her body simply opens in an eldritch fashion and you step inside. It’s strange and hard to fully picture. However, she’s murdered and as her outer-shell is breaking apart, we see loads of furniture, items, various architectural things kind of…growing out of her. It’s not quite a magic portal but the objects are all part of her body.

Later on, this happens to a much larger extent to one of the companions Compassion. Originally, she was human. But via experimentation and such, she slowly becomes a TARDIS. Very much against her will. To make matters worse, she was meant to be the next version of a TARDIS that the Timelords meant to use for the Time War. So, there’s a large story arc where they’re chasing her, the Doctor and Fitz down because they want to enslave her again and use her to create more TARDISes.