(Aka the Tomalongadingdong™ fic) It was a normal day for Harry. He woke up, made breakfast for his relatives, ate some leftovers, and went out to do the chores set for him. Then it all changed when he accidentally disturbed a snake in the grass. Please do not message me about translations. I'm not accepting them.

Allie Bradstone didn't exactly have what you would call a normal child hood. Neither would most kids if they had a highly-functioning Sociopath, Private Detective as a mother. Though, it did come in handy when solving the murder of her husband, but that's another story. Needless to say, Allie has always had a bit of a unique perception when it comes to...everything. She's a very observant person, thanks to the harsh teachings of her mother. She never planned on using this talent for anything useful...well, until she moved to Santa Barbra. After calling in various tips from deductions she made from news reports, she is called in to the SBPD, and accused of being an accessory to the crimes she called in. This might have been slightly less believable, if there hadn't been a man making the exact same calls. Scrambling not to get arrested by a jerky detective, One Shawn Spencer bails them both out with more clever deductions...passing them off as psychic visions. And so, the SBPD hires not one phsycic, but two...and man... Here's where things get complicated.

I am The Bad Wolf, and I will never forgive the Doctor for making me this way... I don't know how it happened, but I do know that the Doctor left me. Whether he left me to save himself-like the ignorant man (alien) he is-or to protect me I will never understand. Of course i still miss him. The old him. Sometimes i think, maybe he misses me too. I often question the possibilities: Why? Did he realize how dangerous I was becoming? Was he scared me because I was becoming too powerful? Maybe he was ignoring the fact that someone actually loved him. But not anymore. Rose Tyler was long gone. Sure, I saved the universe countless times; I was this universe's Doctor practically, but I never let anyone in. I saved lives, and I lost them. Was I a killer? Or a healer? Somethings I would never know. Who am I? (Completed) Highest rankings: #1 rosetyler #1 MattSmith #7 drwho #9 Badwolf

With deliberate slowness, Nine lifts his hand, carefully placing a tiny dandelion behind Tommy's ear. "There," he murmurs, softly brushing his knuckles against Tommy's rapidly pinkening cheek, "you're beautiful." Tommy swallows audibly, striving to drown out the pounding of his heart. He musters a hushed response, "I think you've had too much to drink." Or: He's attracted to what he's attracted to ━ and apparently this tall, middle-aged, so-called assassin with evident anger issues and the voice of a fallen god (Ada's words, not his) does it for him. Tommy wants to 𝘥𝘪𝘦. [ tommy shelby x male!oc ] ...

Ash's stomach flutters nervously. He peers up at Ten from beneath the dark frame of his eyelashes, his maroon eyes glistening slightly. "You're being a little possessive right now." "I don't get possessive," Ten scoffs, zipping the hoodie all the way to the very top. "I get territorial." "I'm not yours," Ash asserts, partly to provoke a response. His heart quickens as Ten tilts his head, a gesture reminiscent of a Murkrow. His green eyes are impossibly dark, gaze lowering after a moment as he smiles, the corners not quite reaching his eyes. "Everyone else seems to think so," he says. Or: a story of pining told through many years, regions, the occasional ketchup mishap and the weight of an arcanine tackle. NOW WITH ART! <3