hope & anchor

anonymous asked:

Ever since New York and I can't stop thinking about Liza and Harry ❤️❤️❤️💔Can you write a little something for Liza and Harry ?

Eliza Sutherland can’t believe she’s in New York. She had no plans to leave her flat this weekend, let alone make the trek through Heathrow to the States. But here she is—out of breath and thirty minutes late—running across the street to Studio 8H. She’s practically arguing her way in when Jeff finally shows up and insists she’s the list. She’s annoyed for all of five seconds. She hears his voice float through the halls with grit and grace and her heart stops in a way she wishes it wouldn’t.

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Lexa’s legacy

This song caused an emotional breakdown … Perfect match and perfect video. I cannot believe how badly we were teased, baited, used and when we weren’t needed anymore, tossed away. People say move on, this is just fiction! Yeah, maybe it is just fiction, but how many achievements of human kind were driven by fictions and ideas, stories and legends, heroes and villains? Would you say for all the great thinkers’ and artists’ works who started a revolution changing people’s mind and inspiring others, that they are just fiction? Would you say it for Voltaire, Da Vinci or Shakespeare? We need stories to have hope and the anchor for finding our inner strength that we are here, we exist, we are valid, we are equal, we have the same flesh and bones as anyone else. We are not secondary, disposable, less or the ones who should hide. Our gender, skin colour or sexual orientation  shouldn’t make us less (or more) as under the socially forced layers, we are all the same. 

Love has no gender requirements, love is love and love is needed by everyone. Talent is not skin colour, gender and sexual orientation dependent. Never let people belittle you, never let people handle you invisible. We are here, we are strong and we can change the world. That is what I saw and learnt during the last year.

Our Heda stays in our heart, and her legacy will drive us.

Ste yuj and always remember what we achieved, together, with camaraderie.


hiiiii, everyone!!! this is the official masterlist for 1DFF authors that update on Tumblr! i feel like this list will always be a WIP so PLEASE do not hesitate to send in new stories for it! the only requirements are that theyre full or mini fics and posted on both platforms! i also wanna give a huge thanks to everyone that sent in their info to make this happen, y’all seriously rock! @1dffofficial

( * ) denotes completed fics. 

Fics under more than one boys name center around both and/or are love triangles.


Such Great Heights by mackabees (@mackabees)

Oh, Arizona by sophrosyne (@harktheharold)

And We Meet Again by oneofhistattoos (@oneofhistattoos)

*If You Give A Boy A Ballpoint by sophroysne (@harktheharold)

the photograph series by stilesharrystyles (@stilesharrystyles)

Mitochondria and his Nucleus by stilesharrystyles (@stilesharrystyles)

Come Home to Me by stilesharrystyles (@stilesharrystyles)

 Fanfiction by stilesharrystyles (@stilesharrystyles)

*Silver Girl by stilesharrystyles (@stilesharrystyles)

*Frosted Flakes (and Avacadoes) by stilesharrystyles (@stilesharrystyles)

*Red, White, and You by stilesharrystyles (@stilesharrystyles)

*When Harry Met Sally by stilesharrystyles (@stilesharrystyles)

*Above Average by stilesharrystyles (@stilesharrystyles)

*First Base by stilesharrystyles (@stilesharrystyles)

*The Photographer by stilesharrystyles (@stilesharrystyles)

*Matched by ladymiresa (@ladymiresa)

Odds On by ladymiresa (@mrsmiresa)

*Evaporate by standingfacingwest (@standingfacingwest)

*The Golden Hour by standingfacingwest (@standingfacingwest)

Young Blood by standingfacingwest (@standingfacingwest)

What a Feeling by stylmao (@ninetyfovr)

Lost Stars by stylmao (@ninetyfovr)

*silver springs by gitgat (@lifeisbetterasamermaid)

*Breathless by gitgat (@lifeisbetterasamermaid)

*Tonight, You’re Mine by gitgat (@lifeisbetterasamermaid)

Around my Bones by gitgat (@lifeisbetterasamermaid)

*A Rhapsody of Sorts by silverglass (@silverglass)

*Sugar on the Asphalt by aboutfalling (@justanchorandhope)

*Tennessee Teacakes by aboutfalling (@justanchorandhope)

*Just Anchor and Hope by aboutfalling (@justanchorandhope)

*When We Sink, We Float by aboutfalling (@justanchorandhope)

Covert Affairs by 1dharrystylesluver (@wild3flow3r)

Life As We Know It by 1dharrystylesluver (@wild3flow3r)

Slow Burn by allyoopxo (@allywrites)

With the New Crowd by goodcricket (@likeamisfit)

*Youth Decay by goodcricket (@likeamisfit)

We’re Not Friends by zarryeternity (@heartnsideofmine)

Journeyman by littlebird006 (@littlebird006)

Under My Skin by booksncoffee (@booksncoffee)

Lock Yourself Out by team-styles (@team-styles)

*False Pretenses by zaynourholyfather (@harrieheaux)

*Sturmflut by Escapist (@fuckyeahfics)

Pure Feeling by bloomfields (@aceofstyles)

Close Your Eyes (and Count to Ten) by bloomfields (@aceofstyles)

Crooked Love by bloomfields (@aceofstyles)

Whole Lotta Rosie by addisonlee (@addisonleexo)

Stardust & Silk by alluring (@ineffably-styles)

*Into that Good Night by abejas (@abejas-fic)

Do Not Go Gentle by abejas (@abejas-fic)

*Burning Daylight by abejas (@abejas-fic)

*Truth Be Told by abejas (@abejas-fic)

*Middle of Nowhere by abejas (@abejas-fic)

*Solitary by abejas (@abejas-fic)

Bittersweet by stairwaytostyles (@stairwaytostylesfic)

Rubber Ball by sel1dff (@full-fics)

*As Lovers Go by inmadhouses (@in-madhouses)

*Fists Full of Flowers by inmadhouses (@in-madhouses)

*A History in Rust by wakinguptired (@wokeuptired)

The Double Plaid by wakinguptired (@wokeuptired)

*Let’s Pretend It’s Love by CrumpetsAndTea (@daydreamsandafternoontea)

How Hard I Try by americanbleach ((@americanbleach)

Snapshot by dgstories (@curlsgetgirls)

Matters of the Heart by dgstories (@curlsgetgirls)

Spit Fire by showingthroughtome (@showingthroughtome)

No. 14 by showingthroughtome (@showingthroughtome)

*Live in my Imagination by showingthroughtome (@showingthroughtome)

*Anytime You’re Needing Me by showingthroughtome (@showingthroughtome)

*Skinny Legs by harryscribbles (@harryscribbles)

*The Long Way Home by harryscribbles (@harryscribbles)

*Give My Love to Huckleberry Finn by harryscribbles (@harryscribbles)

*Nom de Plume by astrophe (@stylesprimes)

*Dandelion & Burdock by astrophe (@stylesprimes)

*These Days by astrophe (@stylesprimes)

*Nothing Without You by whisicalstyles (@softzindagi)

You Can Never Stop Running by whisicalstyles (@softzindagi)

Come Home to Me by whisicalstyles & stilesharrystyles (@softzindagi & @stilesharrystyles)

To Not Feel Alone by whisicalstyles (@softzindagi)

Between Jasmine and Reason by anubis (@austenlouis)

Before I Met You by ktrssss1 (@ktrsss1fics)


*Fill You In by beautifulletdownfics (@beautifulletdownfics)

Offside by Escapist (@fuckyeahfics)

*zugzwang by Escapist (@fuckyeahfics)

*Shot in the Dark by abejas (@abejas-fic)

Resolutions by madminnie (@boricuamermaid)

Pride by sel1dff (@full-fics)

Los Angeles PD by DeathOfABachelorette (@sundownlouis)


Silhouette Dreams by abejas (@abejas-fic)

*By Surprise by abejas (@abejas-fic)

Pins and Needles by madminnie (@boricuamermaid)

Of Sons and Fathers by sel1dff (@full-fics)

A Girl In A Million by sel1dff (@full-fics)

On The Line by inmadhouses (@in-madhouses)

*Left My Heart Out by wakinguptired @wokeuptired

Different Strokes by mdanielle (@marisa-writes)

Coming Up Roses by primetimewrites (@primetimewritings)

Saudade by whisicalstyles (@softzindagi)


Tell You Now by anubis @austenlouis

Time Stands Still by abejas (@abejas-fic)

*Beating Hearts by abejas (@abejas-fic)

Hesitant and Hopeful by madminnie (@boricuamermaid)

Now That You’re Here by madminnie (@boricuamermaid)

Across Mountains by madminnie (@boricuamermaid)

A Girl In A Million by sel1dff (@full-fics)

*Stairway to Heavan by sel1dff (@full-fics)

Fool’s Gold by inmadhouses (@in-madhouses)

Stars in Your Eyes by wakinguptired (@wokeuptired)

Little Giants by wakinguptired (@wokeuptired)

Bright Baby Blue by wakinguptired (@wokeuptired)

*The Panic Cord by wakinguptired (@wokeuptired)

*Screaming Color by wakinguptired (@wokeuptired)

*You and I Need to Have a Little Patience by wakinguptired (@wokeuptired)

*Left My Heart Out by wakinguptired (@wokeuptired)

Elementary by mdanielle (@marisa-writes)

*I’ll Be Your Safety by ktrssss1 (@ktrsss1fics)

Settle Down With Me by ktrssss1 (@ktrsss1fics)

No One Does It Better by ktrssss1 (@ktrsss1fics)

Latch by ktrsss (@ktrsss1fics)


*zugzwang by Escapist (@fuckyeahfics)

*quatervois by Escapist (@fuckyeahfics)

Rubber Ball by sel1dff (@full-fics)

Pride by sel1dff (@full-fics)

*Serendipty by whisicalstyles (@softzindagi)

Bughead in this episode

- Their sweet smiles on the red couch, Betty beaming at him happily when Ronnie calls him her boyfriend. Juggie trying to act cool, but internally proud to be called her boyfriend. Both comfortable with their new found relationship status and not at all awkward at it being discussed publicly.

- Adorable banter at Pop’s, Juggie’s sass shows up again “His name is Moose”, Betty literally snuggling up to him. Betty being very cool when asking him why he didn’t tell her the Serpents beat up Moose - no judgment, no anger, just plain curiosity - you go, girlfriend!

- Juggie playing supportive boyfriend to the hilt at the shower even though its not his “scene” and Betty acknowledging that! This is so so important to a relationship, they don’t take each other for granted, they’re willing to compromise to make the other happy - Juggie is there for her even though he could’ve easily begged off, it wouldn’t have mattered, but he wanted to be there for Betty. He was there because this was important to her. And she noticed that and commented on it! I loved their banter in this scene and Juggie’s sarcasm again when he talks about this being on his bucket list - that was so Juggie! Its great that they can be themselves around each other and not feel the need to change themselves to please the other!

- His worst fears being realized when Archie tells her about his dad being a Serpent. That looks she gives him, he feels pretty sure he’s lost respect in her eyes, that it could be all over for him with her, he’s afraid of what she thinks of his family and him now. That look of shock and complete fear says it all - he’s terrified of losing her!

- He waits. He waits until they’ve all gone and Betty’s sorted things over with her family and made sure Polly has calmed down and gone to bed. He must’ve waited a long time! And to face what? For all he knew, Betty could have come at him angry at the secret he had kept, could have accused him of lying to her, could’ve even broken it all off. But yet he waited. Because he wanted to tell her why. And that is why Bughead wins because of this complete honesty and trust they have between them. They are willing to bare their hearts out to the other, willing to put themselves completely in the others’ power, knowing the risks of doing that could cause them to get hurt, but still trusting the other above anyone else.  

- He opens himself up. He tells her he was ashamed. He immediately accepts he should’ve told her when he had the chance. He thinks it could be over. But he still wants to come clean now. And she deals with it so maturely! No anger, no admonishing, no judgment - just simply - Why didn’t you? And he comes back with a  simple - I was ashamed. See, its so simple when you tell the truth. These kids can teach us more about relationships than experienced adults can! And this is the first serious relationship for both of them! WOW! Its like they wrote the Handbook on successful relationships!

- She wants to know all about him if they’re going to be together. *SCREAMS*. The way she takes his hand and that gesture is meant to be reassuring to him - to trust her, to tell her, to trust that she wouldn’t break at his darkness and that she would stay by his side no matter what. To trust in her strength and the strength of them together. That simple gesture of her taking his hand and saying those words? That sealed something so important between these two. And the relief in Jughead’s “Okay” and the affirmation is Betty’s echo. They are exemplary!!  It may seem like she was asking for too much, and that they’ve been together for only a couple of episodes, but they’ve been friends longer than that! That’s what makes navigating their new status so easy for them!

- That hand on her back, when she suggests talking to his dad, him agreeing immediately, ready to expose all his skeletons to her, lay them bare, because he’s now confident enough in her love for him. They are truly an inspiring couple.

- The meeting with his dad and then her asking him if he believed him. Jughead immediately looking for her opinion after speaking his mind. And this is again so important! He wants to know what she thinks because he respects her and values her thoughts as a rational, intelligent, analytical person. And when she says, “I believe YOU, Jughead”-  My God, I’ve already written paeans about this moment (X), but I don’t think we’re meant to think that she thought FP was shady and she didn’t totally trust him. I think she meant what she said. It didn’t matter what she thought. Jughead believed his dad and that was enough for her. She believed what Jughead believed. And she would support him in that belief. What a defining moment this was for Bughead! 

- The kiss that followed. He is so overwhelmed by her complete trust, her complete faith in him even after he’s exposed all of skeletons to her, she doesn’t judge him, just takes his word for it and completely and totally surrenders to her immense faith in him. What else could he do but kiss her? Words would be inadequate to express how he feels! 

The kiss itself was the most open and passionate we’ve had with them so far. And I could feel the love that was brimming between them, it was spilling over them in that kiss and they were bathed in light, it was almost like they were blessed with a divine love, and in all the shit around them, they are each other’s hope, sanity, anchor, light, reason. 

You know, when Archie said later “Pray for a miracle”, I wanted to say, “We already have one, Archie- in Bughead”

Originally posted by i-am-a-princess-taco

We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain, where our forerunner, Jesus, has entered on our behalf…. —Hebrews 6:19-20
An anchor is a device that connects a vessel to the bed of a body of water in order to prevent the boat from drifting away due to wind or current.

This is who Jesus is for your soul. He holds you together when the boat is rocking, and you’re certain you’re about to drift away for good.

Perhaps when you didn’t get into the college of your choice you started to feel like the career you had dreamed about since you were young was washed away. Maybe everything you believed about love and marriage was completely shaken up when your parents decided to get a divorce. Perhaps you’re living paycheck to paycheck, drowning in debt, and you’re worried you’ll never recover.

Let this verse be a reminder that Jesus is your recovery. No matter how much that boat is rocking above the water right now and no matter how intensely the storms are raging, beneath the water, your soul is eternally anchored to Jesus. There is nothing that can take you out of His grip.

Written by @morganhnichols for #TheDevoCo

We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain… Hebrews 6:19
But you may say, “I know my eternal future is secure, but I am living in the "now.” “I am sinking in a sea of troubles.” The word says, “your life is now hidden with Christ in God. ” He is your Anchor not just in eternity, He is your strong and secure Anchor right now. If you are anchored in Christ, you will never drift away no matter how powerful the storm, because you have rested and remained in Christ. And when the storm has passed, you will still be standing. You haven’t just weathered the storm but have come out on the other side triumphant and radiant.

a million universes away (lams oneshot)

summary: Alexander Hamilton was never one for sobriety; all he really wanted was a hookup. John Laurens was quite the opposite, yet they found their way into the same bed on the same night, and perhaps Alexander should have learned his lesson. But he didn’t.

word count: 1724

When the lights flickered at the edges and the world seemed to glow, bathed in a warm yellow light, that was as close as Alexander reckoned he would ever get to peace of mind. He lost his mind under the glow, with one hand clutching a bottle of beer and the other draped around the shoulders of a boy who wouldn’t matter come morning. Every thought had been wiped from his mind, replaced by a hazy cloud drifting about his head.

Alexander lived for these nights. He lived for the pure bliss of it all, for the closeness of another body. A hand to hold, a heart to beat beside his own. Company; someone to share the night with.

He was twenty two, yet he traveled through time as though it didn’t exist at all.

Bottle pressed to his lips, he took a swig, and he was fifteen, drink in hand. The first time he’d ever experienced what it was like to be drunk. It had been a glowing red and white affair of both passion and innocence, for there had been a girl. There was always someone, but back then it had been a girl, one whose name Alexander couldn’t quite recall in his mess of a mind. They’d kissed, that much he was sure of. Red. A red tinted room, the red lipstick smeared on Alexander’s face: a tattoo, of sorts.

Yet, it was the first. The first drink, the first kiss, the first time to have seen a girl in such a manner, wild and free. The firstness of it all added that sprinkle of naivety to the hazy and almost forgotten memory.

“Where’s your mind at?”

The sound of a voice, a real one, broke through Alexander’s mind as he set the bottle down on the bedside table.

“Nowhere.” Alexander’s words came out slurred as he struggled to come up with a satisfactory answer.

“What are you thinking?” The boy tried once more in an attempt to break through the wall of silence Alexander had created.

With arms encircled around the boy, it was as though Alexander didn’t plan on ever letting him go- and despite every ounce of common sense left in him, he would have quite enjoyed that. He pulled the boy closer, pinning him against the cream colored walls of the bedroom, and he let himself kiss him, allowing his body to take control and let go of his mind.

The boy was the night itself. Warm, like the moon, and with the sharp bite of the stars. And Alexander, he was the darkness, the formidably vast blanket concealing the stars from view. He’d stolen them away; for tonight, the boy was his.

Alexander fell back against the mattress, breathless but, at least for the moment, content. Yet the boy remained rooted firmly to the ground, eyes fixed intently upon Alexander’s.

“What’s your name?” the boy asked, words only slightly slurred together.

“Unimportant.” Alexander dismissed the question with a wave of his hand, and he motioned for the boy to join him in bed.

“I can’t fuck you if I don’t know your name.” He was persistent; Alexander liked to think that he was more so.

“And I can’t fuck you if you do,” Alexander countered. His voice came out as a soft whine. Begging, pleading for the boy to join him.

“I’m John.” The corners of his mouth tugged upwards into the hint of a smirk; he seemed to be mocking Alexander, yet he wasn’t quite sure how.

He relented at John’s smile, letting out a defeated sigh. “Alex.” He settled for his high school nickname. It was only a word, after all, a small price to pay to the boy who’d made his world disappear for the night.

And so John joined him, and Alexander found his mind to become a void. There was nothing left, with nothing to be desired.

He distanced himself from his thoughts until his mind and body might’ve been two different things all together. He’d simply chosen not to pay attention to the swirling mess inside his head and to focus instead on the external world.

The room seemed to resonate gold. Not the polished, fake gold that you’d see up on display- not preened and ground down to perfection. It was the sort of gold you found yourself, the great shimmering lumps beneath the earth. A last hope.

Alexander grasped at a handful of the sheet as if hoping for something to anchor him to reality, but the pull was too strong. He surrendered to it.

He let himself feel both what was there and what wasn’t. He let himself feel John’s body pressed up against his, for that was all that was left: two men and a shared drink.

Alexander drew his mind to an alternate universe, one in which the same Alexander and the same John were having sex in the same bed, but in a vastly different context. Perhaps they were dating, or even just friends. They had some sort of relationship, at the very least, one in which they genuinely cared for one another, rather than just for the company that was provided.

With a beautiful face in mind, a beautiful time, and a beautiful place, Alexander came. The place wasn’t perhaps his rundown apartment, and the face not quite matching John’s, but it would do for his late night fantasy.

There was small hint of a smile dancing across his face; it hadn’t seen the world in quite some time, yet this was a mere ghost of one, not entirely real. It was somewhat faked, more for John’s benefit than his own, but Alexander found himself to be content as he lie in bed next to John.

“I should go.” John exhaled gently, breath warm against Alexander’s cheek.

“Don’t.” Alexander let his hands move of their own accord, tracing the shape of John’s face. “Don’t leave.”

He didn’t care so much for John; it could have been anyone in bed with him, but what mattered was that they stayed. Not forever, but the night. It longed for the comfort of someone to share it with.

John gave him the obligatory smile. “You’re quite beautiful, you know.”

It was evident that those words meant nothing; John had only said that because he’d felt like he had to. Just like they both had to smile and laugh and pretend as though they didn’t find anything wrong with this.

Alexander breathed out a shaky sigh. “I’m not beautiful.” He met John’s gaze from behind dark eyelashes, wet with tears that he hadn’t yet noticed.

“Don’t cry, love.” John ran his fingers through Alexander’s hair, eyes full of false concern. “You’re too pretty to cry.”

“Don’t call me pretty.” There was an unmistakable note of anger in Alexander’s voice, causing John’s mouth to turn downwards into a frown, confused at how Alexander had taken the compliment as quite the opposite.

He wasn’t pretty; he was a mess. He was good for a one night stand, good to have a drink with, but he certainly wasn’t pretty. There was nothing to be desired in him, with unwashed hair and empty eyes. Nothing beautiful about the undeniable fact that he couldn’t survive without a drink in hand.

“You are,” John insisted, not yet having picked up on what exactly was going on. “And you’re not bad in bed either.”

It was all of seven seconds before John smiled again; Alexander counted each and every one, waiting for that warm glow to spread over his face. People were more attractive when they weren’t frowning.

“That’s just about the only thing I’m not bad at.” The light, airy tone suggested that he was joking, but his face conveyed the deeper meaning. “I’d love to feel something for you. For anyone.”

“I like you,” John told him, gazing longingly into Alexander’s eyes.

Alexander shook his head. “You don’t know me.”

“I’d like to.” He was hopeful, smiling as though he had already fallen in love.

This wasn’t love; Alexander was smart enough to know that. Love ought to have meant more than just a stolen kiss in the dark, a mindless fuck.

“I think you should leave.” Alexander found himself speaking the words before he’d even considered the affect they might have had. He didn’t want to face the lonely reality of his life, the empty room, the overwhelming silence- but this was more than he’d bargained for.

“I’m sorry.” John pushed himself up off of the bed, gathering his clothes from off the floor. “I shouldn’t have-”

“Just go,” Alexander interrupted, refusing to meet John’s gaze for fear that he’d lose the last shred of self control in him and find himself unable to resist the temptation.

“I…” John trailed off when he saw the look on Alexander’s face.

He dressed himself in silence before giving Alexander one more fleeting glance and disappearing into the night.

Alexander found himself with nothing to do, the walls seemingly closing in as the moments passed.

He was alone, a rare occurrence.

He sat, with little regard for anything at all. Perhaps the time passed, perhaps it didn’t; Alexander paid little attention to such a trivial matter as time.

Searching for something to love, he fell. It was his weakness, loving people, or in this particular case, not loving people.

Perhaps he’d been harsh. Perhaps he ought to have paid more thought to John, to all of his hookups. He jumped up, running in the direction in which John had left, but it had been too long since John had walked out that door.

He stood in the doorway, desperately scanning the street for the boy he knew was long gone. Perhaps he wasn’t meant to love; when had loving someone ever resulted in anything but disaster?

Alexander was far from happy, his pain eating him from inside, yet it was so far from him. After all that time he’d spent distancing himself from his emotions, he reckoned it was near impossible to undo that.

Yet, he allowed himself to smile. He allowed himself to dream of the possibility of loving someone.

And perhaps lost up in the millions of universes out there, was a world in which he could scan the crowd and catch a face that he truly longed to see.

La vida no siempre está en calma, muchas veces pasamos por tormentas que parecen no terminar. Ahí es cuando necesitamos un ancla que nos de esperanza, y nos mantenga firmes para no ser arrastrados por las olas de la tristeza, la desesperación, o incluso las mentiras del enemigo que suelen sacudir nuestro barco.
Dios es bueno, y por eso nos dio un ancla que nos va a mantener firme: sus amorosas y consoladoras promesas. ❤ Él siempre está con nosotros, nada nos puede separar de Su amor, nos dará fuerzas en nuestra debilidad, y todo nos ayuda para bien a los que lo amamos.
♡ Hay dos cosas imposibles: que Dios mienta y que no cumpla lo que promete. Esas dos cosas nos dan confianza a los que nos hemos refugiado en él. Nos fortalecen para continuar en la esperanza que Dios nos da. Tenemos esa esperanza tan fuerte y segura como un ancla que sostiene el alma. ♡
Hebreos 6:18‭-‬19 (PDT)