please tell me what you guys think though :3

anonymous asked:

please tell me what hyper light drifter is about because holy heck that's all you ever post about and it's got me so interested now, but i don't know a darn thing about it like at all. i know NOTHING about it. like who's the little blue guy? is he a cat?? what is this game about??? i'm so interested, please tell me!

the first thing to know about hyper light drifter is that it’s 

the next 3 things to know about hyper light drifter is that it’s pretty hard and people who tell you otherwise are just showoffs but it’s a very fun game to play and i usually hate hard games! still need to finish it though, I’m only about halfway through

the little blue guy is the protagonist he’s an alien (i think, i mean everyone in the game is an alien, or animal person, or alien animal person) and he’s adorable and also sick and dying but look at how nice his design is

the game is out on steam please watch the trailer oh my gosh it just started playing automatically and i started crying again darn it!!!

Happiness? I Do: Chapter 3

TITLE: Happiness? I Do.

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: Chapter 3

AUTHOR: winterheart17

WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: AU Married Actor Tom

GENRE: Romance, Drama, Erotica

FIC SUMMARY: Everyone knows the making of a happy ending.  It starts with ‘hello’ and it ends with ‘I do’.  Or does it? What happens in between?  What happens after?  When Tom and Wednesday said ‘I do’, they believed it was their happy ending.  But 3 years down the road, everything has fallen apart.  That’s when they learn that ‘I do’ encompasses a lot of things, that marriage is hard work and just because two people love each other, it doesn’t necessarily mean they can make it till the end.  Now both of them have to ask themselves if it is worth it to hold on or is it time to let go?

Rating: M

Author’s Note: Heyyy! So here’s Chapter 3 and I’m not quite sure if it’s gonna be as feelsy as the last 3 chapters but this and the next one is going to be a bit of a build up.  Some fluffiness for you guys here though <3 Please note that bold means flashback in the present time of the story according to date stated. Thank you so, so much for the comments and for reading! I would appreciate it very much if you guys could tell me what you think! Love ya all :)

Masterpost for Previous Chapters

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 [23rd of July 2011]

‘You made sure you’ve packed everything, yeah?’ I asked as he stopped down and scooped me up into a hug.

Such a tall giant you are, Tom.

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anonymous asked:

I'm in love with this guy. He has Stage 3 Cancer and he got a girlfriend. He doesn't really like her though. I know that cause we were BFFs sorta and he tell me stuff. Sometime ago we got into a fight about me telling everyone he got cancer and then we were okay after that. He didn't msg me for like 2 weeks But today he sent me this msg 'can you please stop messaging me. Stay tha f outta my life!' And it hurt so much. I don't know what I did wrong and idk I can't even think straight anymore.

Are you sure it was him that send the message and not his gf? I would message him and ask if he’s serious about that.

missmollybloom  asked:

A prompt for you - thanks! Sherlock is on an assignment out of London. He doesn't want to admit it but he misses Molly and their child so he Skypes them, but pretends it's for their benefit, not his.

Sherlock scoffed as he once again turned in his pacing. He was being absolutely too sentimental, and it would not do.

“Oh for gods sake” he exclaimed as he took the two long strides to the table where he’d placed his laptop when he’d arrived three hours earlier.

There was nothing he could do involving his case until the morning so he had no qualms doing what he was doing, other than the fact that he’d bloody well seen his wife and daughter four hours ago.

He snapped the laptop open and watched it spring to life.

When Molly finally answered her Skype after the third ring Sherlock’s face lit up into a smile, and even though he internally scolded himself for being that sentimental, he couldn’t quite be too mad himself when his daughter joined his wife.

They both smiled back at him, Scarlett even giving a small wave and a giggle.

“I’m just calling to see how you’re doing, I understand that it can be tough to be seperated from me.”

“You’re right darling, Scarlett and I miss you so terribly, right honey?”

“Yes mummy.”

“Yes well, I figured.”

Sherlock mentally clapped himself on the shoulder for fooling his wife and daughter into thinking that he’d called for their benefit, and not because he simply missed them.

“How was school Scarlett, did you do your homework already?” He asked, trying to keep them online for as long as possible.

“It was good, Jeremy caught a toad and chased Harry with it, he let it go after a while though. And I didn’t get any homework today daddy.” Scarlett smiled as she told him about her day.

Sherlock caught Molly’s gaze before she turned to smile lovingly down at their daughter.

“Did you hold it then, the toad?”

“Of course daddy.”

“I should go, I really did only call to check in on you two, there’s lots to do. I love you.”

“We love you too.”

Sherlock hung up and gave another sigh, placing his hands beneath his chin in his signature thinking pose, planning what he’d do the following day to solve the case as quickly as possible so he could return to his wife and daughter.

xXxXx

“Daddy called because he missed us, didn’t he?” Scarlett asked her mother after her daddy had disappeared from the screen.

“Yes honey, don’t tell him we know though, it’ll just bruise his ego,” Molly replied, giving her daughter a wink and a laugh.

I hope this is to your liking (should mention that I love your writing btw :3)

Please send me more hc/drabble prompts you guys <3

Change Your Ticket-Chapter 8

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7
(I’ll hyperlink these later because I’m on my phone now)
A/N: Please, please, PLEASE tell me what you think guys x

* Y/I =Your initials
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“I can’t believe you talked me into this!”
I stared down at my left hand in amazement, adrenaline running through my body.
Harry placed his left hand over mine, “It was a good idea though, right?”
I grinned up at him, taking my phone out of my pocket with my right hand to take a photo.
“H.S & Y/N x”
I smiled at my Instagram post. 
“Now I’m always going to be with you, even when I’m not in the same country as you,” Harry lifted my hand, placing a kiss on the tattoo I’d just had done-Harry’s initials on my wedding finger. I stroked the outline of his tattoo-my initials on his wedding finger.
“You’re too cute, Styles,” I couldn’t help but smile.
It wasn’t like me at all to be so spontaneous but Harry had woken up incredibly excited for the first OTRA concert so had wanted to do something crazy. Plus, I was certain that I was going to be with Harry for the rest of my life so it was a commitment I was willing to make happily. It had made me uneasy how we hadn’t discussed the apparent proposal since I had arrived in Australia but I figured it was best I didn’t bring it up.
We walked hand in hand out of the tattoo parlor and towards the black Range Rover that Harry had rented, ignoring the paparazzi. It was a really lovely day in Sydney so I had one a plain white top and denim shorts, a real comparison to Harry who had insisted on wearing a shirt and jeans.
“So, it’s midday now,” I glanced down at my gold Marc Jacobs watch whilst Harry started the car, “what are you doing before tonight?”
“You mean what are we doing?” Harry corrected me, his eyes focused on the road ahead, “Well the boys are just resting so me and you could maybe go somewhere.”
“I know it might sound boring but I thought we could maybe record that video message for Millie?”
Harry’s face beamed, “Of course we can, babe.”
The previous night I had spoken to my parents and had told them about Harry and I wanting to fly my younger sister out to Australia the following week. They were a little dubious at first as they weren’t keen on the thought of their 16 year old daughter travelling half way around the world solo, but Harry-a very persuasive person-had used his charm to get them to agree. I’d asked them to not tell Millie, deciding that she’d freak out if she heard from Harry. Although we’d been together for coming up to three years, Millie had only seen Harry on a few occasions and every time she did she almost fainted.
“Hello, Millie. This is a super quick message from me and your sister to say that we want you to join us in Australia next week because we both miss you. Let us know what you think!”
I burst out laughing at Harry’s grin at the end of the 15 second Instagram video. After tagging my sister, I uploaded it and waited patiently for her to see it, although it wouldn’t be a for a few hours because the time difference meant it was early hours in the UK.
“It’ll be good to see her and get her to some shows. Like I said yesterday, if it wasn’t for her we wouldn’t be here today!”
“Um, excuse me Harold but I swear that when you first told me you loved me that you said it was ‘fate’ and that we were 'destined to be together’?” I teased, unable to stop myself from grinning at the memory.
“You know what I mean!” He stuck his tongue out before turning his attention back to the road ahead, “I meant it though. Feels like yesterday.”
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5th November 2012
“Hello, you,” Harry hugged me from behind.
“Harry!” I spun around, grabbing him into a full hug, “How are you? I’ve missed you!” I gushed away.
“I can’t believe I haven’t seen you since April,” Harry beamed down at me, placing a gentle kiss on my nose.
I felt a sharp waft of the Winter air as we stood in the stretch of field in Holmes Chapel. Placing his hand in mine, me and Harry began aimlessly walking into the distance. Although we’d spoken almost every day whilst Harry was on the Up All Night, we spent hours talking about anything and everything. We’d been together since April and it had breezed by, but we hadn’t made it official yet.
“I’ve missed this,” Harry stopped in his tracks, pulling me towards him.
I cocked my head to the side, “You’ve missed what?”
Ducking his head, his lips crashed against mine, causing a wave of electricity to pulse through my body.
“This,” he breathed, still kissing distance away. A small smile grew on his lips.
I snuggled my head against his chest, “I hate that you’ve been away most of this year.”
I felt his chest deflate, “I know. But I’m glad you’ve been apart of it though.”
I felt a swarm of butterflies in my stomach. I raised my head so my eyes met his, “I know it’s only been a few months but I’m so happy I met you.”
The setting wasn’t the most glamorous-a muddy field in the dark-but the twinkling stars against the black sky was beautiful.
I shivered slightly as Harry cupped my cheek with one of his large hands. I felt my heart melt under his gaze-it felt like he was staring into my soul.
“I love you, Y/N. Ever since that day in January, I’ve been completely fixated by you. I love you.”
Like the emotional wreck I was, I felt tears brimming.
“I love you too, Harry.”
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Present day
“Hello,Sydney!”
The entire stadium erupted at the sound of Harry speaking after the band had played the first two songs.
“How are ya? You all look very beautiful.”
I smiled from my spot at the side of the stage, in awe at how lovely Harry was.
“I can’t take my eyes off the boots!” I laughed at Lou’s comment in my ear, agreeing that the gold boots were quite eye catching.
“Y/N! Where’s Y/N?” I was shocked slightly to see Liam pointing at me.
I shook my head in confusion, noticing that Harry looked equally as confused.
“Excuse me,Liam. Can you leave my girlfriend out of this!” Harry spat out in mock annoyance.
“I’m joking, mate. Just can’t imagine the mrs will be pleased with you calling other people beautiful!”
“I’ll have you know that she already knows she’s the most beautiful girl, anyway. But, Sydney, you look incredible.”
I chuckled away at the sight of Harry prancing around stage, it was so good to see him back performing live as I knew how much he loved it.
“I’m sorry to get a tad sentimental here,” Harry ran a hand through his curls, “this next song means a lot to me as I wrote it whilst on tour, missing someone.”
Everyone cooed in sync as I felt my eyes water. Harry quickly smiled at me before turning his attention back to the crowd. My thoughts went into overdrive; I had no idea Harry had written a song about me so I was speechless knowing he’d written one right at the beginning.
“I apologise because it wasn’t supposed to be on the setlist but it means a lot. This is Last First Kiss, sing a long if you know the words.”