Amelia and Avalyn Pond were two Scottish girls who lived in an English village named Leadworth. when Amelia was seven and Avalyn was six, they met a strange man who called himself 'The Doctor', after his little blue box fell out of the sky, into their back garden. After saving them from a crack in their wall, The Doctor leaves with the promise of returning five minutes later, so when he returns later than expected, there's no wonder why they've changed. Despite everything, Amelia and Avalyn decide to travel the universe, through time and space, with The Doctor, in his TARDIS. As time goes by, The Doctor starts to notice that Avalyn's eyes catch the attention of everyone they meet, and it annoys him that he can't figure out why. But with cracks in the skin of the universe appearing, The Doctor can't seem to find the time to work it out. Perhaps the cracks can provide more answers than The Doctor was expecting to find, opening up new posibilities that he could only ever hope for. ○~@~○ "I like your eyes." She stated suddenly, causing The Doctor to pause in his actions. "My eyes?" He asked her, an amused grin on his face as he kneeled down to her hieght. "What about them?" Avalyn smiled shyly, her own eyes wide with a sense of wonder. "Everything." She told him simply, giggling when The Doctor pouted at the answer. "The way they contradict everything else about you." She decided to elaborate. "Sad and old and wise; full of impossible stories that hold millions of words. Cold with grief, while at the same time, warm with the kindness of a man that can do no wrong." Avalyn paused as The Doctor grinned wildly at her. "Oh, Pond..." He sighed; shaking his head slightly, patting her on the head. "See you both in five minutes." He promised, jumping into the blue police box as the sisters observed, holding hands. They smiled brightly as they heard The Doctor's fading cry of 'Geronimo!'. . . ○~@~○ [Based on season 5]

When one song ends, a new story begins. The Doctor and the Alchemist have undergone their final Regeneration. Now, with their family found and the TARDIS racing forward, new mysteries rise from the cracks of time. Amy Pond. River Song. Clara Oswald. Names that should mean nothing-yet echo with danger. Nothing is as it seems, and ominous warnings about their future and past continue to accompany them on their travels. When the moment is right, will silence fall?

Amara was born of Narnia's oldest magic-wild as the wind, fierce as flame. Daughter of Aslan, hidden from prophecy and raised in secret, she has always felt the pulse of the land in her bones and the roar of destiny in her heart. But when four siblings from another world arrive and the White Witch's shadow grows longer, Amara must choose between the life she's known and the queen she was always meant to be. Yet in the midst of roar and rising darkness, Peter Pevensie stands beside her. With steady eyes and unspoken understanding, he offers her not rescue, but respect. Not protection, but partnership. Their connection builds slowly until love grows where only duty was meant to bloom.

The Saturday that the Breakfast Club was in detention, there was a 6th student; The flirt. John B./OC Okayyy so I suck at sumary (and possibly at writing in general...) but pleaaaase give this story a chance?:)

The Breakfast Club Movie FanFiction|| John Bender + OC Romance I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes. This story hasn't been updated/edited in years. In 2023, it will be fixed. Thank you for all the support.

"What about you, what can you do?" "Me? nothing..i'm nobody" John Bender/Reader my first story so um- don't judge it's gonna take a while I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!!!!!

"𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚? 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆." ♪ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐘/𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲...𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

Basically what the title says!

❛ screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place. ❜ ( the breakfast club & teen wolf ) ( © tessa cornelia )

"...And these childeren that you spit on as the try to change their worlds are immune to your consultations. They're quiet aware of what they're going through..." -David Bowie