grace is the future


When we live by faith in God’s promise of future grace, it will be very hard for anxiety to survive in our hearts.

It is agreed on all hands that he is handsome, his features are good, his eye is not only sprightly and expressive, but it is full of benignity. His attitude in sitting is by connoisseurs esteemed graceful and he has a method of waving his hand that announces the future orator. He stands however rather awkwardly and his legs have not all the delicate slimness of his father’s…If he has any fault in manners, he laughs too much.
—  Hamilton describing his 7-month-old baby
A Single Flower || Jeonghan || Oneshot

Originally posted by amillionwon

Word Count: 2454

Genre: fluff, holiday cheer(-ish), oneshot

Summary: The things Jeonghan would do to win your heart.

Jeonghan’s feet met the pavement rhythmically. His headphones were fixed over his ears like earmuffs and he repeated music made by his friend through them. His fingers tapped against his leg in the pocket of his coat and he hummed along to the soothing melody. His eyes were on the sky that had clouded and his mind was on the snow that might fall in the future. A small smile graced his pale face as he continued on.

“Would you like a flower?”

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I’m really glad you guys are here, I also hope that today will be kind to us all, no matter where you are - if anybody tries to mess with you today, whether it be about politics or careers or lifestyles, please remember that there’s nothing an individual can say that can change the identity or future that you want. Grace and patience will come hand in hand today. You have the power to accomplish so many things, and you know it. Okay?

icarus by bastille is such an enjoltaire song

Look who’s digging their own grave
That is what they all say
You’ll drink yourself to death

Look who makes their own bed
Lies right down within it
And what will you have left?

Out on the front doorstep
Drinking from a paper cup
You won’t remember this

Living beyond your years
Acting out all their fears
You feel it in your chest

Your hands protect the flames
From the wild winds around you

Icarus is flying too close to the sun
And Icarus’s life, it has only just begun
It’s just begun

Standing on the cliff face
Highest fall you’ll ever grace
It scares me half to death

Look out to the future
But it tells you nothing
So take another breath

Your hands protect the flames
From the wild winds around you

Icarus is flying too close to the sun
And Icarus’s life, it has only just begun
And this is how it feels to take a fall
Icarus is flying towards an early grave

You put up your defenses when you leave
You leave because you’re certain
Of who you want to be

You’re putting up your armor when you leave
And you leave because you’re certain
Of who you want to be, oh

Icarus is flying too close to the sun
And Icarus’s life, it has only just begun
This is how it feels to take a fall
Icarus is flying towards an early grave

and thats y i like cry every time i listen to it
if ur ever feeling enjoltaire feels just listen to it


new years planning~ no sweaters were harmed in the process but the same cannot be said for lush catalogues ;d ft. clippings that will grace my future spreads, vague goals (eg. ~be happy~) and some CS Lewis wisdom. happy 2017! ♪~ ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

Irish Twins - John Shelby

Originally posted by unintended-yuzuki

Request: Can you do a peaky blinders where you and john are married and have like lots of kids together and you find out your pregnant are is worried he would get angry so you consider getting an abortion but don’t do it but he finds out and thinks you ARE getting a abortion and you can make the rest I don’t mind , love your peaky imagines 💛

Request: Can you do a John shelby imagine where are Grace’s sister and you’re pregnant with John’s baby. 

Irish Twins - John Shelby

Ever since you were young girls you and Grace talked about your futures together. You and Grace were the only girls in your family. Despite being younger you remained the more sensible of the two. While she got mixed up with Tommy Shelby and ran off to America and had Charlie you were busy a proper wife. You had moved with her to Small Heath in 1919.

She joked with you that despite your insistence that you were different from her you had fallen for a Shelby as well. It was true. While Grace was playing head games with Thomas Shelby you were being reeled in by his brother John. At first you were wary to tell your sister about your infatuation. You knew how she felt about the Shelby brothers because of what Inspector Campbell said. Regardless John was charming and handsome, he would stop around to the dress shop you worked at and offer to walk you home every evening. The woman who employed you had the good sense to mention John was a widower with children. The information didn’t deter you though.  

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Batgirl: Futures End

“When it got dark, Batgirl went away. And she never, ever went back. But in another way – a better, more loving way – Batgirl never really left at all.”

See? More of this, this is a good little ending and of course that hug is just something I utterly cherish. Barbara’s stupid costume and all. 

And Tiffany saving the day feels so right, giving her a shining moment since she doesn’t have a history to fall back on for her awesomeness. 

It’s not the best issue ever, but honestly I feel like this book was leagues better than most of the other content I read for Futures End, having the grace of being far from involved with the main tie-in I suppose. I maintain that Barbara and Bane were the weakest links of the story, which is really a problem since they were the biggest chunk, too, in what could have been used showing how the League of Batgirls was formed, give us some more time to actually show the relationships they have with Barbara rather than tell. 

It’s not perfect. But it was like water in a desert for Cass and Steph fans at the time. 

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn…
With every goodbye you learn.
—  Veronica Shoffstall