hope is my anchor

My Thoughts on Bughead as the Anchor Couple

So these are my hopes for and thoughts on Bughead as Riverdale continues to evolve.

First is that my dearest wish is for the writers to prioritize characterization over plot and I think that with Bughead they’ve really entwined them together well. The way that we’ve seen their relationship evolve so far is these two characters, who have also been childhood friends, deepen the trust and support that has already been there. The plot and these circumstances have pushed them together in a way i don’t think they’ve ever expected but I think that it works with the characters, how they’ve been written and how they’re portrayed by Lili and Cole. I have my fingers crossed that they will continue to write them well. (please let them continue to write them well).

My hopes for Bughead in the future are that they are endgame, yes. But I want more than just endgame for Bughead. I want them to be the Anchor Couple.

A lot of this argument relies on this “Anchor Couple” theory that I first read from @jbuffyangel. I think it’s such a beautiful thing and so relevant that I hope you don’t mind me applying it to Bughead.

What I mean by the “Anchor Couple” is that I want them to be the couple that stays together, that fights through their difficulties together, that loves each other through their issues no matter what. Maybe they have drama but ultimately they’re pretty steady.

“But Kiki,” you say, “This is a CW show. Those kinds of couples don’t exist. Of course we want them to but we all know all the couples do is fight and break up and get back together.”

But see here’s the thing: you need BALANCE.

And Riverdale has the right recipe to provide that balance.  

Jen uses the example of Ross/Rachel and Monica/Chandler. Monica/Chandler were the Anchor Couple. I’m going to provide an excerpt from her because she can say it so much better than I can.

“I think the only reason Ross and Rachel will they/won’t they was tolerable was because of Monica and Chandler. Ross and Rachel were the main couple, but Monica and Chandler were the anchor couple. Their stability gave fans a safe harbor. They were the calm waters and Ross and Rachel were the stormy seas. You need balance in a story. Too much stability and fans get bored. Too much drama and you exhaust their patience. Ross/Rachel and Monica/Chandler balanced each other.”

That’s EXACTLY what I want for Riverdale, for Bughead, and ultimately for Archie and Veronica.

Let Archie be the drama magnet. Let him have ALL the relationship drama. He’s doing well so far on the drama scale with Grundy, Valerie, Veronica, and yes, Betty. You can play out his relationship drama with Valerie and Veronica and Cheryl and [insert other random girl from the comics here] for AGES.

If you have Archie having relationship troubles all the time (which he WILL) AND you have Bughead having relationship troubles all the time, it’ll get exhausting.


Look at Monica and Chandler. They were still weird. They still fought. They were still their own characters. But they loved each other, and they helped each other through their issues.

Let Bughead be like them. Let them fight, let them go through difficult times, let them falter, but don’t lose who they are as characters to fuel some unnecessary drama plot. 

Let them be the safe haven, the calm in the storm, the balancing act for the show and for each other.

The Signs as Wild World by Bastille
  • ARIES: Power // Aim, throw your best shot right at me, 'cause pain, I can take it easily, did you really think I'd fall to my knees, just to pray for some sweet simplicity
  • TAURUS: Fake It // Don't turn over, turn over the page, we should rip it straight out, then let's try our very best to fake it
  • GEMINI: Two Evils // I'm the lesser of two evils, or am I just tricking myself nice? If I'm the lesser of two evils, who's this man, who's this act I hide behind?
  • CANCER: Warmth // So come on, let's forget the emotion, tie the blinkers on, hold both hands right over my eyes, deafen me with music
  • LEO: Glory // And way down here upon the ground, when we're lying in the dirt, there's no looking up for heaven
  • VIRGO: Campus // Oh it must be lonely knowing what you know, man it must be lonely keeping it on the low
  • LIBRA: Shame // I can see a change, I can see a change in you, I see it coursing through your veins
  • SCORPIO: Send Them Off! // I've got demons running 'round in my head, and they feed on insecurities I have, won't you lay your healing hands on my chest,let your ritual clean
  • SAGITTARIUS: Lethargy // But these itchy feet for a change of scene, do anything to escape it, get up, get up, pressure, pressure, run away as fast as you can go
  • CAPRICORN: The Anchor // Bring me some hope by wandering into my mind, something to hold on to morning noon day and night
  • AQUARIUS: Snakes // I know, I know, I know it's not the right way to go, but I pray for the ground to swallow me whole
  • PISCES: Winter of Our Youth // I let myself bathe in the past for way way way too long, and now it seems I've drunk too much to give you what you want


anonymous asked:

Literally I'm so out of it that even BTS isn't making me feel better😰😰

Oh no!! I hate that feeling, like when everything is so in your face and you feel just out of your mind?? Agh, I hope BTS can somehow bring you back, I use them as my anchor honestly.

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anonymous asked:

could you do sciles fic, set after s3ep13 where Scott Lydia and allison go over to talk to stiles but he's asleep so they wait but they hear him screaming from a horrible nightmare and scotts the only one who can calm him and prove its just a dream

wow okay yes i can do that and i did do that and i literally wrote this in about 15 minutes at 3 am so i sincerely apologize if it makes zero sense or has ridiculous spelling errors. i really hope you like it! i’m sorry it’s not super shippy but i hope it meets your wants anyway :)

“Hey, kids.” The sheriff’s voice is weary and Scott feels a sharp, deep stab of guilt pierce him straight through the chest.

If his dad wasn’t meddling, if the sheriff wasn’t losing his job, if he could just do something…

If, if, if.

“Stiles is sleeping right now.”

John glances toward the stairs, a worried frown on his face, as Lydia questions, “Rough night?” He nods and she gives his arm a gentle pat as they make their way into the living room.

It seems like rough nights are all they’re having lately.

Allison’s dreams have gotten even more disturbing, so much so that she isn’t even talking about them. Not to her dad. Not to Lydia. Definitely not to Isaac. Or Scott.

Scott spends half the night worrying that he’s going to lose control in his sleep and hurt someone and he can’t go through that again. He shouldn’t be going through this again. When he does manage to sleep, it’s fitful. He spends a lot of time dreaming about his parents fighting, his friends getting hurt, Derek not responding to his texts.

Lydia wants to help. She knows what it feels like to see things. To go “crazy” and not know what to do to fix it. Her friends might not have helped her but she’s going to do everything she can to help them.

They’re all lost in their own worlds when they hear the scream. If the sheriff hadn’t already left, Scott knows he’d have been up the stairs in an instant. Instead, it’s him that flies off the couch and bounds up the stairs into Stiles’ room. 

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i wonder if the person who wrote this knew the weight of these words. what it really meant to wholeheartedly sing this. to actually pray for God to strengthen our faith no matter where He had to take us. wherever He would call us. I wonder if we would sing those words if we knew how God would answer them. I’m almost thankful His specific will for my life is only slowly revealed, and He guides me day by day in love as He calls me out to deeper and deeper waters where He is my only Anchor, my only hope.

anonymous asked:

*rolls up a 1/3 scale chocolate Statue of Liberty*

What’s this? A message saying she’s got a delivery? Roxy barrels for the door, barely managing to squeeze her tail through it on the way out. The cliffs leading down to the shore nearby would be even more insurmountable with a big, slippery tail in place of legs, but fortunately, she’s able to slither around to a spot where the rock overlooks the water. She positions herself, wiggles a bit to warm up, and launches off the side of the cliff, landing in the water below with a monumental splash. She swims around to the entrance at the base of the cliff, and sure enough, on top of a tarp and a series of pallets is a fifty-foot-tall replica of the Statue of Liberty.

r u for real

how the heck did u manage 2 get EXACTLY the kinda shit i need to act out all my crazy monster fantasies? i hope this things anchored at the bottom bc im bout to go HAM

Roxy digs her claws into the side of the thing, tugging herself up Lady Liberty’s flowing chocolate robes. Sure, she doesn’t have legs, but with arms powerful enough to tear a car in half, she doesn’t need them. It’s a little awkward looking, but she manages to reach the top, nestling herself in the spot between the statue’s raised arm and head.

Where to start? She supposes the most fitting thing to do would be to go for the head, so she does exactly that, breaking the spikes of the statue’s crown off and gnawing on them like Hershey’s bars. They’re no match for her powerful jaws, and soon she’s moved on to the head. She gouges into it, tearing off chunks and shoving them down her throat, until suddenly she hears a loud cracking sound.

The statue topples to the ground, having broken apart at the base from the fervor of her feasting, and Roxy slams against the rock, momentarily dazed from the impact. It takes a surprisingly short amount of time for her to recover - probably due to her new monstrous form - and she regards the half-shattered statue with a pout.

At least it’s easier to eat this way, she thinks to herself before hauling the now-detached arm up to her mouth and biting a few chunks out of it. The torch she was holding ends up being a little unwieldy, but once she finishes that, chomping down the rest of the arm is no trouble. With the arm finished, she flops down on the hard stone and lets out a burp, her belly bloated with what used to be a 20-foot-long chocolate arm and half a statue’s head.

Jesus ✝❤️
You’re my author, my maker
My ransom, my Saviour
My refuge, my hiding place
You’re my helper, my healer
My blessed redeemer
My answer, my saving grace
You’re my hope, in the shadows
My strength, in the battle
My anchor, for all my days
And You stand, by my side
And You stood, in my place
Jesus, no other name
—  You are worthy of your name❣

He loves me,
he loves me not.
He loves me,
he loves me not.
He loves me,
he loves me not.

She loves me, she loves me not.

It is my 7th birthday. Today I know; today it all makes sense. It is a Tuesday night, 7:06pm, precisely 36 minutes past my bedtime. We are sitting awake in my bed, Lara and I, huddled under the covers with a bottle of ‘Coca-Cola’ we stole from Mum’s mini-fridge. Lara is my best friend, my partner in crime. If you count sniping sodas from your parents a crime, that is. We snuggle together under the duvet, my night light illuminating her face. Her freckles dotted perfectly along her rosy pink cheeks, her golden hair swept gracefully in front of her eyes. Oh, those eyes. My hand reaches towards her and caresses her head as I pull her closer to me, embracing her warmth. Her plump, pillowy lips are alluring and our eyes lock. In that moment, I know exactly what I want: her. My lips are drawn to hers, as if there is a magnetic force pulling us together. I am in love with my best friend.

Confusion takes over my entire being. These feelings contrast everything I have ever known, everything I have been taught. 'You will fall in love,’ they said. 'With a man,’ they said. At school my friend Sebastian gets teased for liking boys, for being gay; I don’t want to get teased! Mum says that being gay is a choice. She thinks everyone is born to like the opposite gender. Dad says that they’re just confused, just trying to figure out what they really like. I know what I like, I know who I like… I like Lara.

We sit awake in my bed, Lara and I. 7 years have passed but the memory of her lips against mine never faded. We are here, once again, huddled under the covers, this time with a bottle of 'Shiraz’ from the mini-fridge. We are here, once again, with her soft, crimson lips so alluring to me, each kiss leaving me breathless. Our hearts collide under the sheets and fireworks explode every time she smiles. She giggles, her laugh like a breath of fresh air. I am so undeniably in love with Lara.

The night sky is freckled with stars and the luminous moon dances to the beat of my heart. My toes linger upon the damp sand and the sweet perfumes engulf my entire being, sweeping me off my feet. My heart and soul ache for the sound of her voice; a voice as sweet and as smooth as silk. A soft breeze brushes against my neck followed by delicate whispers. My head whips around to the most beautiful, angelic being my eyes have ever landed upon. Lara’s lips graze my ear, seducing me ever so subtly.

'I love you’

            'I love you.’

Three thousand, six hundred, and twenty two miles apart. Lara and I are three thousand, six hundred, and twenty two miles apart. I am drowning in a pool of my own tears. They are consuming me drop by drop. I am crouched on the ground, head clutched in both hands. I am both physically and mentally exhausted from the marathon of thoughts running through my brain. It feels like there has been a bullet to my heart. Lara had caused me a lifetime’s worth of pain. 'She doesn’t love me, she doesn’t miss me, she doesn’t need me; she left me. She left my soul to rot.’ The world around me dims and wanes as I fight desperately to keep our love alive. Inside my chamber of thoughts, I am battling for a woman who couldn’t care less, who doesn’t need me. This battle wound lurks inside of me like a black hole, absorbing all of my joy, all of my hope, all of my love; it devours me whole. Traumatizing… that’s what it is.
My mind overflows. Lara. My mind is buzzing with the fear of losing her forever. Lara. She left me without a trace. Lara. Shattered my heart. Lara. She was selfish. Lara. I was naïve. Lara. We were so madly in love. Lara. We are so madly in love. Lara. I miss her. Lara. I want her. Lara. I need her. Lara.

Distance no longer stands between us as our fingers intertwine and our souls melt into each others, combining in a whirlwind of laughter. Lara smiles, a smile the colour of crushed lavender leaves as she tilts her head towards the sky. She really does love me. She really is sorry. A burning desire to hold Lara in my arms rages in my heart and I pull her towards my chest, not ever wanting to let go.
She stares into my eyes. My chest grows tight and my mind goes numb. I look into hers; they say the eyes are the key to the soul. I think I finally understand what they mean. I have never felt this way before. She gives me a high; no drug could ever provide me more. I believe love is all or nothing, if it doesn’t make you tremble at the thought of its absence, you should move on. I tremble and I pine, for a love that was once mine. A love that is patient, a love that is kind. I understand now why hurricanes are named after individuals. Lara was a hurricane; wild and completely unpredictable. I am willing to give up my entire world for her. I am willing to give up all that I have, and all that I am for her.
'Lara my love, my rock,
Will you marry me?’

Dearest loved ones, today I tie the knot with the one I love so deeply. I need Lara in my life. She is my anchor, my hope. She gives me strength, so I can cope. When skies are grey, she stands by me. Her loving heart, it sets me free.’
'No matter the distance, I will always be yours. No matter the circumstance, I will always love your flaws. Please trust me because I love you, this is where I say I do.’
'Home is not where you are from, it is where you belong. Some of us travel the whole wold to find it. Others find it in a person.’
'I have found my home.’

Erin Mills // 4.12.2015

Anchors (Part 3)

Title: Anchors (Part 3)

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary: After meeting Dean and Sam in high school, the reader forms a strong connection to the oldest brother. 

Word Count: 4,315

POV: Readers, 1st Person

warnings: explicit abuse, self blame

a/n: omg thank you guys seriously so much for your kindness. I can’t even tell you how wonderful you make me feel :) hope you enjoy the next part! part 4 will be out either later today or tomorrow!

part one, part two

It was darker than it normally was inside the cool space of the living room, or maybe that was just my imagination. In the distance I spotted a figure and my heart nearly stopped. The man sat on the couch, facing the door, staring right into my eyes; an empty bottle of whiskey in his left hand. 

“Where have you been?” He growled, standing to his feet. I didn’t respond as he moved closer, causing me to step back. My back pressed against the front door, leaving no where for me to go. I felt myself wishing Dean were here; to make me feel safe again. But it was useless. He wasn’t here. I was completely and entirely alone. 

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anonymous asked:

Can you personality rec some very very fluffy stuff whit hurt comfort maybe?! Bc winter is coming and it's so fluffy! Bye bro!

we have a hurt/comfort tag, but here are some that I know are fluffy with hurt/comfort!

if there’s a chance (please, let me catch you in my arms) by tranquaos - Jeongguk is strong in all the right ways (and all the wrong ways, too).

A Little Back Pain by puddlesofme - Taehyung wakes up one morning with immense back pain only to be rushed to a radio station for an early morning schedule with the rest of Bangtan. Trying not to make any trouble, he tries to keep it a secret, but eventually that becomes increasingly hard.

to love and to cherish (till death do us part) by typicalwhisper - it’s been a year since the nightmare of several years finally came to an end, but the wounds sometimes still feel fresh.

it’s in your arms, baby (that i find my home) by tranquaos - Taehyung is Taehyung (and maybe, just maybe Jeongguk is very much in love).

untitled by poshcy - prompt: taekook tae being extremely insecure abt his body and jungkook showing him he’s gorgeous?(smutty????) i’m sorry this is so cliché

these written words by taekooqs - taehyung writes important reminders on jeongguk’s skin to cheer him up.

homesick by Kagehinaaa - Taehyung is missing home one night, and Jungkook doesn’t mind getting woken up (for once).

You’re too old to be so shy (he says to me so I stay the night) by Pardon - Jeongguk feels uncomfortable at big parties, but Taehyung makes him feel like he can handle any crowd.

Storms by energyballz - I hope my love is enough to anchor you.

Warmth by theEXO - Taehyung has the flu. Jungkook is over-protective.

Just Give Me A Smile by njhft_mgc - He opened the door, half expecting to find Jungkook practicing something or on his laptop, but was met with pitch darkness. “Uh, Kookie? Are ya sleeping?” Again, no answer. Taehyung squinted his still adjusting eyes in the dark and could easily make out the lump on Jungkook’s bed. “Kook, I know you’re thereeeee. Come play games with hyung, please?” “No.” Or Jungkook’s having a pretty bad day and Taehyung comes to the rescue

This Is The First Day Of My Life by internetpistol - “If you want to be with me, you need to be honest with yourself and fucking tell me!” “I’m not good at that, but can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?“

First Days are Always the Worst by EquinoxSolstice - The first indication that something is wrong is when Jeon Jungkook wakes up to a quiet apartment. “Kookie, Kookie, I think I’m gonna die.” Taehyeon moans, curling further into herself, and Jungkook downright panics. “Oh god it hurts, it hurts so much I don’t know what to do, Jungkookie help…” In which it’s Kim Taehyeon’s first day and Jungkook is an overreacting, panicky boyfriend. Fortunately, he has hyungs and noonas helping him out.

I will cast my cares on You,
You’re the anchor of my hope,
The only one who is in control,
I will cast my cares on You,
I’ll trade the troubles of this world,
For Your peace inside my soul.
—  Cast my cares - Finding Favour🎶