looking heavenward

COMING HOME by charlesdk

Word Count: 40k+
Chapters: 11
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Moodboard Credit: @atticuos, the best cheerreader. ♡


“Steve, you don’t know a damn thing about that guy. The fact that you’re even considering keeping him in your house is crazy.”

“I don’t care.” Steve glanced over at the stranger, his face softening when he saw him sinking back into the couch cushions and gripping his backpack so tightly. “Sam, the guy looks like no one’s been nice to him for years. How am I supposed to be okay with just sending him off somewhere?”

Sam sighed heavily and looked heavenward. “I swear to God, if I come by tomorrow and find you dead in your bed, I’m gonna find a way to bring you back to life just to kill you again.”

OR – in which former army captain, current farmer Steve Rogers finds a bruised and battered and dirty stranger who remembers nothing and doesn’t speak in his barn. He takes him in, despite his friends’ advice not to, and helps him recover. It’s not easy. Especially not when, along the way, feelings get involved.

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Today has been one of those days where I have looked heavenwards and with a reeling mind and broken heart asked ‘why?’

Yesterday, one of the girls who has spent the past several years attending my home church and youth group was tragically killed in a car accident. She was just 18 years old.

Sometimes life just doesn’t seem fair. She had huge potential, a whole wide future ahead of her and in a split second everything changed.

It’s weird, over the last day i have really been praying for my church community who is obviously hurting as well as her family and friends. I have also been praying for my friends who were particularly close to her, and one thing I have noticed as I look at the grief amid my friends is the sense of community and little miracles that are occurring.

The fact that a community is made stronger through tough times, people sharing each others sadness, carrying each other through, to me shows the essence of what Jesus was about. He was and is the ultimate comfort, the person who was always in those hard places during those difficult times as a shoulder to lean on and a person to confide in. Jesus is present even in the midst of our darkness.

Jesus is slowly knitting together our relationships and binding up our broken hearts with his amazing love. We just have to let him do it. I don’t blame God, that would be the easy thing to do, but I did question him and am so shaken and confused about this tragedy that is rocking our little community. Instead I take comfort in the fact that He has a plan, that He is now holding her close in heaven, and that He can make beautiful things out of ashes.

Anyone who has lost someone in their community or family or life will know of the heaviness that comes upon us when we grieve. But I find comfort in the lyrics ‘even when it makes no sense to sing, louder then I’ll sing your praise’

Sometimes trusting in Him is hard, but for me it’s the only option.

-31women (Gabi)

When you try and make a character look haggard (but determined!) and it ends up just aging them ten years… Ah well. I wanted to draw John and Eos from @tb5-heavenward‘s fanfic which I binge-read the other week across the space of about two days and am kind of in love with. Based on his appearance circa the start of The_Horizons_Child.

Worthy (Bellamy x Reader)

Summary: With Bellamy being in Mount Weather and you being alone in camp, you think he’ll never come back to you. Until one day, he does, and you realise how much you need him - even if he thinks he’s not worth your love.

(Warning\s: some suicidal thoughts i guess)

Please, you plead silently as you look up into the shining stars that scatter the dark night sky, let him come home tonight. You don’t know who you’re trying to talk to but it just feels right to look heavenward and just… Talk. You didn’t do it often, there has only been three times you ever done this. Once on the Ark next to the window facing Saturn, to beg for your best friend not to be floated. The second time in the drop ship next to Jasper, to make sure he lives the spear that tore through his heart. And now, so Bellamy comes back to you alive. He’s been in Mount Weather while you’ve been here with the delinquents, barely living day to day. There was a constant ache in your chest without your lover and you stopped counting the nights you lay awake wishing his strong, arms were around you once again like they used to be. To say you miss him was an understatement. You’re entire psychical and spiritual being ached for his presence and everyone noticed you had changed, worry had overcome you. You wouldn’t have to worry if he didn’t just leave you one morning without saying goodbye. The plan involved the both of you, but he lied. He went off by himself. And you didn’t get to say goodbye. You never got to tell him you love him and always will. I know you love me, Y/N. You hear his voice in your head again. It’s been happening since he left and you haven’t told anyone about it. It’s your little secret. You feel your eyes brim with tears as you realise you can’t remember the last time you genuinely heard this deep, soothing voice; the voice that you fell asleep to when he would tell you stories about his life on the Ark.

 "Y/N!“ You look down, wiping your eyes. Raven probably needs help with something again, she usually goes to you for whatever she needs. In Bellamys absence you and her became good friends. You feel as though you can barely breathe properly as you stand up and she looks at your with wide eyes. 

 "It’s okay, I’m fine.” You tell her, placing a gentle hand on her arm. As you look at her, you see something spark in her eyes as a smile grows on her dark lips.   She opens her mouth, trying to find the right words and your eyebrows furrow with confusion before your face drops. You feel your stomach drop and an uneasy feeling fills you. A good, uneasy feeling. You give her a questioning look and all she does is nod and you know what she means. You feel yourself tear up again as you squeeze her arm quickly before running past her, your quick feet leading you to the front gates. You’re tired and your chest is now filled with the pain of exhaustion but you don’t care one bit. A cold breeze passes you as you make his face out in the crowd and it’s almost as if you can finally breathe now. The air fills your lungs and hits your face but you don’t feel cold and you don’t shiver. You just stand there in awe as you take in his features from afar. 

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So tb5-heavenward​ asked (x) for grumpy, half-sunburn, half-freckles John grumbling about gravity (which is pretty much the air I breathe (x) tbh) based on her story ‘Dancing with Dugongs’ and so yeah, this is a thing that happened <3

if you’re still taking prompts, secretly-a-mutant!Darcy who is outed in front of Steve?
— broomstickers

“Ugh. Dad. No. I don’t want to talk abou-”

“Oh, kid, you can bet your ass we’re going to talk about it. You’re lucky I haven’t come to get you the Hell out of there.”

Darcy looked heavenward, away from the open Skype video chat on her laptop, and groaned. “I am an adult.”

“Then you’re old enough to know better.”

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He pushes his sunglasses back up his nose and grins, gently tweaking the knot of the scarf below her throat. Carefully, calloused fingers delicate, he adds a rhinestoned squid pin and then steps back and looks her over. “Yup. Lookin’ fab, Lady P. Let’s go!”

And, finally giving in at this last little touch, Lady Penelope breaks into helpless laughter and takes Gordon’s arm as they proceed grandly to the register. All told, it’s only five pounds worth of clothing. But against all odds, as the pair of them step out into the summer sunlight, it’s money well spent.

i love charity/thrift shopping, because you can find some fun stuff if you look hard enough. tb5-heavenward wrote a lovely thing in which gordon tracy takes lady penelope to do just that. what i’ve drawn is more like…loosely based on the outfits described, because i’ve been itchin’ to draw some ridiculous co-ords.

please have a look at this piece of fanart by crimsonreach, also inspired by this fic. it’s way fab, super cute, and i prefer those outfits to the ones i drew, they are much more in the spirit of thrift-store. <3

Can we think about Will though— reaching for the man who he knows to be madly, madly in love with him— and resting his head on that man’s chest. Utterly at peace with the world, and resplendent in moonlit beauty. And his love who’s been eagerly waiting for so long, Hannibal, gazing down enraptured by him, until Will settles into their embrace; then looking heavenward in wordless gratitude and joy. Finally, they are together.


Artsy Michonne by SBK

She sighs in contentment as she places her daughter’s first piece of artwork on the refrigerator door for display.  She feels her husband walk up behind her, placing his hands at her waist as he leans down and kisses her on the cheek.

“Look at what Judith did,” she points out.

Rick looks up at the piece of plain white paper with the scribbles of blue and green all over it and frowns.  “What did she do?”

“I know it doesn’t look like much but she’s barely one and knew she wanted more color to this. I didn’t even prompt her.  She used the blue crayon first and then just grabbed the green one all on her own.  I think we might have a little artist on our hands.”

“Really?”  Her husband asks.

Michonne looks back at him. “Yes and as her parents we’re going to do everything to encourage her.”

Rick looks heavenward as he knows what that means.  He looks over at the mantel which is covered with Carl’s woodcarvings.  He can’t help the smile that spreads across his face as he turns her around and pulls her into a tight embrace.  “Have I told you how much I love you?”

“Not today and you know how much I love hearing you tell me but I sure do like it better when you show me,” she leans back with a mischievous grin and a challenge in her eyes.

His only response is to grab her hand and lead the way upstairs.