working with james must be both a blessing and a curse

"Proper Fancied"

Request: Can i request a remus x reader where its after a full moon and she’s helping him to his dorm with the marauders but her dorm is first so shes about to go in but they all hear the other girls making fun of her (kind of like look at me I’m sandra dee) and they let it slip that she has a crush on remus? Thanks I love your log btw ❤️

Pairing: Young Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Crude language, sort of angst? Manly loving, lots of worrying, not much fluff ngl and a bit of a sadistic reader (you’ll see)

Word Count: 2399

I tried to make it cute but I did do this on separate days so it sort of turned? I honestly had no idea what happened since I tried to make it very light-hearted and Marauder-y! But please do enjoy this whirlpool of a shitstorm~ Don’t be afraid to give me your opinions either xx.

It’s the worst one you’d seen yet.

James had rushed into your dormitory not long back – they always seemed to somehow get past the magical slide - and had promptly dragged you out of the room without any explanation despite your frantic complaints of his sudden actions.

You were just about to clamber into your bed, the rest of the gals were Merlin knows where (they never really invited you with them that much, but you didn’t particularly care, you had four brilliant friends that meant the world to you), meaning you were still in some oversized shirt that probably belonged to Peter or one of the boys and some ridiculous looking pumpkin patterned shorts. Not the greatest of looks you had to admit.

“-James! What-what’s going on?” you hastily questioned as you nearly tripped over a step, his long legs striding further than yours could ever reach. His hair was in an horrendously disheveled state that you’d never seen since he had attempted to comb his curls back in your 3rd year. “Moony, he-” James choked out and your heart leaped as you realized that-

Oh my Merlin, he’s crying? What’s happen to Remus?

With the resolve of the determined Gryffindor you were, you halted, grasping a moving James by his broad-woahwhendidhegetthisbroad- shoulders and gently shook him. “James, calm down love. Breathe, tell me what’s happened before you drag me to my death?” You gave him a comforting smile, still keeping the wit in your voice, the last thing you want is an even more panicked James. He never worked well when he was crying; it always ended up with blurred vision, tripping, walking into walls and intensive hiccupping that resembled the squeak of polishing trophies that Filch made us do every week.

James shoved his glasses up on his head and wiped his face dry, “Its Moony- he,” sniffle “-it’s the worst its ever been, he’s proper banged up, we’ve messed up,” he looked up, his guilty eyes puffy and red, “Y/N, I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

You completely forgot, it was the full moon that night. The boys never let you join in their animagi antics and to be frank you didn’t want to see someone you admired so much in unbearable pain. You knew Remus didn’t like you seeing him when his furry problem came about, he didn’t want you to worry nor see him in such a weakened state. Your feelings towards the sandy haired boy didn’t even waver when he first admitted it you, it even grew; you just felt so flattered and grateful that Remus trusted you enough to tell you.

If only I could do the same for him, feelings are ridiculous, I have decided.

You both hastily arrived at the hospital wing in record time and you had promptly burst into a sobbing puddle as you saw your Remus-abravestrongwonderfulboy- just laid there limp and so fragilebrokenscarred. Remus’s head rested on the pillow, a horrendous jagged scar slashed over his nose, barely skimming across his skin, the mark an enflamed red.

You collapsed onto the stools next to Peter, holding onto the shaking boy for dear life, his arms pulling you into the comforting embrace you certainly needed. Bless this boy, he definitely knew how to make you feel better.

And that’s where you stayed the whole night, hunched over a stool, one hand holding Sirius’s and the other tenderly grasping Remus’s. You all had to leave early morning however to escape the wrath of Madame Pomfrey if she ever found out we snuck in to see her most fragile patient. The four of you, minus Remus who still hadn’t woken up, dragged yourselves up to the Gryffindor Common room still half asleep with James mumbling something about hippogriffs taking McGonagall hostage and a giggling comment at your pumpkin shorts.  You had successfully snuck back into your dorm, the boys making sure to walk you there like they always did, then proceeded to shuffle to their own shared room. Slipping into your bed was no problem, your roommates were deep asleep and hopefully too smashed from last night to notice you weren’t in your bed.

You all did the exact same that night too, tiptoeing down to the hospital wing in the middle of the cold September air just to huddle by Remus’s side. You never pressed the boys to what had happened, you were curious but you didn’t want to know what danger they accidently placed themselves in.

Staring down at Remus’s face, the wound no longer looked sore or reddened but it looked much more calmed yet tender. This was definitely going to leave a particularly nasty scar. You were slumped on Remus’s right side, your head nestled in the crook of your arm, the hand mindlessly stroking Remus’s hair whilst the other drawing circles on the sheet. You couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard you tried, instead your absent mind whirled with thought preoccupied with the boy laid unconscious before you. The Madame said he had awoken earlier but his body needed the sleep so he kept drifting off asleep every so often.

The boys were all deep within their dreams, their slight snoring somehow calming you slightly. Your eyes heavily shut, stained from them being open for so long when clearing of a throat snapped you awake. Glancing down, your eyes met the tired, but familiar hazel azure that was Remus’s.

“Hi.” You softly greeted, trying hard not to choke up and cry in front of the boy. Remus gave you a tired smile despite how painful it must be to move his face, Hi Y/N.” His voice held a sore rasp to it but it sounded wonderful saying your name.

“How you feeling Moony?” You whispered, your voice shaking and you were well aware that the hand that was stroking his hair was now trembling ever so slightly. “Just a bit peachy.” Remus let out a little chuckle and you couldn’t help but snort amusement, “You look like you dueled Grindelwald and you’re ‘just peachy’, you absolute numpty.” you shook your head lightly in mock exasperation as Remus shook his light-heartedly.

“Well I you must know, I definitely feel better with you here.” Your hand faltered their strokes in his sandy locks and Remus suddenly cleared his throat, “-you all here, I mean. I appreciate it.” He quickly clarified as he glanced at the other boys slumped around him, his eyes filled with fondness and love that nothing in the world could ever compare.

You didn’t know what words to say to him after that so you left it, leaving the room in a comfortable silence with only the soft breaths and snores of the boys to fill the room. Ever so gently, they lulled your mind to peace and your eyelids shut with you fast asleep.

The next morning consisted of waking up to Peter crying over Remus, Sirius launching into an apologetic speech and James prodding your cheek rather uncomfortably, simply finding childish enjoyment of watching them squish together as drool unattractively dripped out of your mouth. You weren’t very happy to say the least.

When the lads all had their little sob sesh with a very overwhelmed Remus, it was our job to help support him up to the dorm room before the students filtered down for breakfast. All the way in Gryffindor Tower. The opposite side of the castle.

What followed was a lot of cursing; “merlin’sleftballsac-

A lot of fake reassurance; “I got this! I got this, yep I defi-igotthis-!”

A lot of complaints; “Why do you weigh so much! You’ve been snacking on the pork pies again haven’t you Remus.”

“Y/N why are you just standing there and not helping?”

“…I’m the visual motivation that keeps you going..?”

Slowly, but surely, you managed to support him through the portrait hole and up the dormitory stairs. However the boys were determined to see you to your dorm first as James calls it “A tradition for our lovely Y/N to show that we Marauders can too, be gentlemen!”

You all heaved yourselves up the girl’s stairs and made a few confusing twists and turns to your specific dorm room, Peter unlinking his arm from yours and dramatically bowing down to you as you let out a snort of delight. You thanked the boys generously and hastily, and you opened your door but paused when your name was called. Turning around you were met with the boys looking almost insulted. You raised a confused eyebrow, “What?”.

 “Didn’t think you’d actually go without a marauder hug!” James wiggled his eyebrows and a wide smile split open on your face, their hugs always were the cure to your low moods. You dived into his open arms as he rocked from side to side, his curled hair stuffing itself into your face. Peter was already hugging you dearly by the time James let go and you couldn’t help but laugh when Sirius lifted you away from him in his loving arms.

“Merlin Y/N! You’ve been snacking on them pork pies as well haven’t you!” Sirius joked as he put you down and you grumpily hit his arm, ignoring his string of apologies. He knew you loved him really. You turned to the last hug.

Remus stood by himself, no longer supported by the Quidditch fanatics, his arms wide and a knowing smile on his face. His hands motioned you to come close and you gently slid into his hug, careful not to hurt any of his wounds. The hug was warm and secure and you knew that your feeling for Remus were no longer a silly crush that you had dubbed in your mind. You’d never think of Sirius or Peter or James in the same way you viewed Remus, you felt selfish and guilty though, hiding your feeling in the form of being “just best mates”.

Suddenly, you heard a very mocking laugh which broke you and Remus from your hug. You turned to the sound to realize it was only your roommates and it came from the slightly ajar door you left open. You gave the boys an apologetic look, but before you could actually apologies, another voice you recognized as Denise echoed throughout the hallway.

“Y/N’s probably fucking one of them now and I’ll bet you two galleons that it’s Black.” Her claim was followed by a fit of giggling and followed by stunned silence from us. None of us made a sound, too shocked by what just had occurred.

“Nonononono! I saw her rushing out with Potter the other night and she hasn’t even slept here for the past couple days. My money’s on Potter.” The high scratchy pitch that had replied was Tracey, the sound of rustling and rummaging could be heard followed by a triumphant “Aha!”. The girls let out “oooohs” and snickers as you heard Mellissa mockingly clear her throat.

“Ladiiesss and gentlemen! May I present the atrocious wardrobe that is Y/N L/N.” She sang and your throat closed up, you knew you never had the best of clothing choices and you couldn’t believe they were rummaging through your stuff!

“Look at me~ I galivant like I’m a marauder, and I act as if I’m the next best thing since water~” She crooned, giggling as she presumably ridiculed me across the room. Denise let out a loud laugh, wheezing so bad she resembled a dying whale, she interrupted Mellissa’s singing with a wave of her hands.

“That’s Remus’s shirt and all! She’s definitely screwing Lupin, only someone like him would pity her.” She cackled and you felt fury blaze in your blood but before you could storm in there to show her a piece of your mind, Tracey’s words impacted you the most.

“Well she did say she proper fancied Remus.”

Embarrassment, humiliation and most of all, shame shot through your body as tears brimmed your eyes. You could see Peter look uncertainly between the door, Remus and you but you didn’t want to see the sandy haired boy’s reaction. You didn’t want to see his disgusted expression. You strutted forwards, your thoughts whirling with numerous plans of revenge.

“Excuse me gentlemen, I have three cunts to dispose of.” Rage ignited within you and you ignored Sirius’s warning before you stormed into the room, magically locking the door behind you. A string of furious hexes left your mouth and chaos ensued the room a few seconds later.

It was rather satisfying, letting your feelings out.

You sat on your bed rather giddily, surrounded by some of your favorite treats from the numerous times you snuck out to Hogsmeade, a couple fashion magazines and a nice warm mug of Butterbeer you got one of the house elves to fetch you.

You were in the middle of reading why Jobberknoll feathers wouldn’t complement your skin tone when you heard an owl pecking at your window. You gave the bird an exasperated look from across the room but shifted all your stuff to the side before making your way to the window located on the opposite side of the room.

You passed Denise who was intensely looking at you in fear, her usually golden hair half singed off, now a horrid neon yellow and a feather magically tickling her feet, however she was helpless; Frozen by the full body-bind curse you had sent her way, leaving her needing to squirm and laugh, yet unable to do so.

You let out a delighted hum as you stepped over a ‘‘Petrificus Totalus’’ed Tracey who was sporting a rather unattractive green hue with purple boils, and made your way over to the window. Unlatching it you saw that the owl had a note attached to its leg, you gave the cute thing a little treat and you had noticed its eye was looking confusingly behind you. You turned around and snorted, understanding its immense confusion.

“Don’t worry love, you’re not seeing things, she’s human.” You reassured the brown beauty, referring to Mellissa who strung up- upside down and was covered in feathers from head to toe and had antlers sprouting out of her forehead- she too placed in a full body-binding spell. You shut the window and trotted back to your bed, sliding under the warm covers and unfolded the dainty note.

“Don’t worry Y/N, I ‘proper fancied’ you too. xx”

clockworkopera  asked:

In regards to your theories about heavenly fire and the parabatai bond, I was wondering if you had any ideas on the water symbolism with Emma's fears, dreams and the art motif for the covers. Do you think something to do with water can balance out the fire?


Wow! This is such an amazing question! Thank you for asking! (Sorry, I get really excited about symbolism in literature, indulge me XD).
First, I’d like to say that all of the following is just speculation, of course, and I don’t claim to be right about anything that I’m going to say, it will be just a bunch of thoughts I developted thanks to my studies, so take it as it is and feel free to add whatever you want!

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For @fandomwritingchallenge.

Fandom: James Bond
Pairing: James Bond/Q
Rating: PG
Word count: 1,398
Prompt: 3:28 AM
Warnings: mentions of injury, some angst?

It was 3:28 AM when Bond left. 

The sudden lack of a warm body next to him, an unused to but calming weight on the other side of his otherwise pitifully empty bed, woke Q up.

He drowsily rolled over and glanced at the alarm clock at his bedside. Not wearing his glasses, he had to squint to see the damned green numbers. They were mocking him and his unbelievable naïvety. The blinking colon between the 3 and the 2 was laughing in his face, making him face the cold reality.

How could he possibly think that this—he—meant something to Bond? How could he be so fucking stupid? Bond has come home from a mission, and he was in need of a thorough shag. Q was there. He was convenient. Bond very well knew he liked him—had an impossible, heart-rending crush on him for years—so he exploited that situation and took him out for a drink. He was nice, he was actually fucking nice all evening, and a drink turned into five, and a takeaway meal, and hungry, drunken kissing in a side alley, and God the best sex Q has ever had. But that was what it was: a one-night stand that had messed with Q’s feelings more than both of them would expect.

Or perhaps Bond had done it on purpose? Was his sense of humour that cruelly bittersweet? Q sighed and rolled onto his back again. The sigh turned into a snort, and the snort then turned into a sob. His hand clutched at the rumpled sheets underneath his tired, naked form.

Q loved Bond. Bond used Q. The truth was agonisingly simple.

Bond did not even bother to say a word as his gorgeous arse stood up from the bed and collected the clothes scattered on the floor. He did not say a word when the door to Q’s flat clicked closed. He did not say a word that day at work when they passed each other in the hallways of Churchill’s bunkers.

Q pierced the ground with his eyes. His heart beat fast, knowing Bond was piercing his body with those blue glaciers of his. He did not want to look him in the eye. How could he?

How could he ever get over what happened at 3:28 AM that night? 

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Keith’s Good Side

“You ready to play some ultimate?” I asked getting into Keith’s car.

“Just about,” he answered. “I just need to get this shirt off.” Just as he said that, his shirt disappeared. “And since we’re going to the park, I’d like to look a bit tan-“ his skin darkened “-and maybe 30 lbs. more muscle mass.” As he finished his sentence, his body inflated all over with hard muscle.

Keith propped his arm on the window, showcasing his new bulging biceps, flashed me a sexy look, and finished, “So, yeah, I think I’m ready. You?”

“I can see you’re in a good mood today,” he broke his sexy look and we both laughed, “Yeah, I’m ready, let’s go.”

“Oh, you know you love me in a good mood,” Keith remarked.

I had been dating a Storyteller for six months now, and I can’t say I regret anything. The thing about Storytellers is that literally anything they say goes. That’s a blessing and a curse, mind you, but a blessing most of the time, especially when you’re on their good side. And I happened to be on Keith’s very good side.

We drove to the park and started walking to the field where a group was waiting. Keith turned and looked at me, rubbing his crotch.

“You know, you should probably take your shirt off-“ my shirt disappeared.

“Alright, do your worst,” I teased him.

“Well, everyone out there is going to be tall, and you’re going to want to see over the crowd, right?” my body grew to a towering 6’7”. “And you’re going to want to have a hell of a throwing arm,” I looked down and twisted my arms as they ballooned with muscle, “You look disproportionate now, maybe you should have a nice looking torso to boot.” I rubbed my abs as I felt them cobble and squeezed a pec as it rose from my chest.

“Better?” I asked.

“Mm, much better.”

“Glad no one else is around; they’d want in on some of the action.”

“What, like Jeremy?”

“Come on, we live with him. How much longer are you going to withhold from him? I’d be pissed.”

“I don’t know, I’d just feel like I was cheating on you.”

“Well, you have my blessing. Give Jeremy a little fun; he needs it, deserves it.”

“Bitch, please, deserves how?

“Imagine living with two guys who can look and be exactly what they, or rather one wants each of them to be while you’re left out in the cold. That kind of patience should go rewarded.”

“Eh, I guess you’re right. Anyways, let’s play some ultimate, we’ve got a group waiting for us.”

Keith and I played a good game of Frisbee with a couple of the guys from his work. Not exactly a fair game, though; when he told me I should jump higher, or course I jumped higher, and when he told me to run faster, I all the sudden ran faster. It was a rush to feel a sudden spike in endurance, I’ll admit, but it was hardly fair for the other team. One of the many perks of being on Keith’s good side.


We arrived home sweating from the game and saw Jeremy on the couch working on his schoolwork. I caught him glaring at us as we came in laughing and talking about the game.

“Goodness, Thomas, you’re five inches taller than when you left this morning,” Jeremy said condescendingly, not taking his eyes from his computer. “Heavier, too. You must be seriously committing yourself at the gym.”

“Uh, um yeah, Keith and I just played ultimate and, uh, we’d figured it would be better if we-“

“Had an unfair advantage?” Jeremy interrupted.

“Relax, bud, it’s just a sport,” Keith spoke up. “You sound jealous. Maybe if you focused on turning your 150 lbs. into more of Thomas’s 250 lbs.-“ I adjusted my standing as I suddenly felt by body gain nearly 40 lbs. more of muscle, “-you wouldn’t have to hate as much.”

Keith gestured for me to head upstairs with him as Jeremy continued his studies. “Fucking showoff…” he muttered as we went upstairs.


We arrived in my room and I closed the door behind us. “You know you’re really not helping your case with him.”

“Who said I had a case needing help?”

“Look, I just think he would feel better if he were included more in our… going on’s…”

“If it’ll stop him from being a jealous bitch, I’ll consider it.”

“I think it will. And you know what they say: the more the merrier.”

“Fine, ok, you’ve convinced me. But if we’re going to do our work on him, we need to get ready for the Halloween party ourselves.”

Realizing the next development, I eagerly started disrobing, having trouble peeling off my shorts because of the 40 new lbs. of muscle I received downstairs. “Alright then, who will it be?”

Keith thought for a moment, “Hmm… I think tonight you’ll go as Warner.”

“Warner?” I asked in a new deep, coarse voice. I put an arm against the wall and leaned on it as the changes quickly took place. I felt myself shorten about 5 inches plus lose the extra muscle I was given, and I felt my face contort and morph. My body went hot and I moaned as I felt my arms and legs and chest and torso push out and get heavier with muscle. I felt my body stop changing, examined my new body, and looked back up at Keith. “Who the hell is this? Warner, is it?”

“A guy I used to wrestle in high school. Always made him a couple pounds heavier when we met in the ring. He was a good guy. We were both really into our coach; we sorta connected wit that secret. Haven’t seen him in four or five years, though; glad to see he’s kept it up.”

“Glad you’re happy, but should I just wear my boxers to the party or should I dress up?”

“Ah, I think you’ll wear something formal.”

I looked down and noticed I was wearing a full tuxedo. I brushed myself off and posed in as James Bond holding a gun.

“Nah, something less formal than that.”

I felt the tuxedo go away and noticed I was wearing a tuxedo t-shirt,  and some black board shorts. I posed in a relaxed manner for him.

“… No, much, much less formal.”

“How less formal can you get-“ I started as a felt the board shorts shrink up and cup my crotch as a thong while two suspenders snakes over my shoulders and connected with the thong. I felt something grow around my neck and reached up to feel that a tie had wrapped around my neck.

“That thong’s looking a little loose. Maybe you should fill it out more.”

“Wha- oohhhh…” I moaned as I felt my manhood swell inside the thong.

Recovering from the sudden wave of pleasure, I asked, “Good enough for you?”

“Mmm, yeah, looking good, Warner.”

“Oh, so I guess I’m going by Warner tonight. Anyways, what was the name of that coach of yours?”

“Coach Getter. Classic American stud, he was.”

“Ok then, you’re going as Getter.”

Keith threw me a look.

“What, I just want to know what your type is.”

“You’re my type, babe.”

“I mean once you haven’t thrown out everything but the mind.”

He considered for a moment. “Hell, why not. More fun for me. On one caveat.”

“Name it.”

“It has to be Getter from back when I was in high school-“

“Fair enough.”

“-And in a leotard.”

“What? Keith, come on, this is a party, not a night to live out some fantasy.”

“What? He was so hot in his leotard…”

“… Fine, whatever, say it.”

Keith propped himself up against the wall, partially in preparation, partially to put on a show for me, “Tonight, I’m going as Coach Getter in his leotard from back when I wrestled.”

His shirt and shorts suddenly turned shiny and red and compressed against his body. His arms burst audibly with huge muscles, followed by his shoulders, chest, back, abs, and legs, his body lurching forward as more and more muscle erupted. He grunted and I noticed a massive bulge develop in the compression of his leotard. Finally, his face contorted and the face of a 30-year-old god-like man appeared. He looked over at me and noticed I was hard.

“See, a complete knockout.” He said in a voice deep enough to crumble walls.

“You weren’t kidding,” I agreed.

“I can see he’s not just my type either,” he gestured to my crotch.

“Oh, please, you’re just as turned on as me,” I answered teasingly as I advanced towards him and rubbed his bulge. He groaned as I gripped his member, “Why don’t you show me a few new moves, coach?”

He threw his head back and laughed, “Oh my god, you’re turning me on! You really couldn’t have picked a better time to say that.“

I pulled down his leotard, his monster cock springing out, and we made love for a full hour.


Keith and I went downstairs where Jeremy was still diligently working. He looked up at us surprised, thinking there were strangers in the house, but quickly realized what was going on.

“You guys have fun,” he said sarcastically from his computer.

“Jeremy, come on, come with us.” I pleaded.

“Nope, I’m good.”

I looked towards Keith. He rolled his eyes, “Jeremy, man, come out with us. A cute face like yours shouldn’t stay indoors all night.”

I saw Jeremy’s face twisted and reshaped with a stronger jaw, thicker hair, and some stubble. He looked up at Keith surprised.

“Especially after all that working out you’ve been doing. You look like a Greek statue!”

Jeremy shouted as he felt his body inflate and gain several pounds of muscle out of nothing from his formerly lanky frame. He was calming down, marveling at the impressiveness and impossibility of his new body.

“I mean look at those guns! Give them a flex for us!”

I saw Jeremy’s feel the new weight in his arms as they gained more muscle. He looked up at us shyly and flexed his new arms.

“Come out, Jeremy! It’ll give you a chance to feed that foot long monster between your legs,” Keith added slyly as I laughed.

“Keith, oh my go-…!” Jeremy stood up gripping his crotch through his shorts as his manhood doubled in length and thickness as Keith and I laughed heartily.

“Ok! Ok! You, uh… you convinced me,” Jeremy concluded, standing proud in his new impressive frame.

“Hey, that’s the spirit!” Keith added, patting Jeremy on the back as they both laughed.

I grabbed my keys and we made our way to the door.

“Wait, what am I going as?” Jeremy asked, realizing Keith and I were already in our ‘costumes.’

“I’m sure we’ll think of something on the way there.” Keith replied.

I smirked knowing exactly what Keith had in mind. Same thing I went as to showcase my new body when Keith first altered me: Tarzan. I’m glad to see that Jeremy is finally on Keith’s good side, too.

I was reading an article the other day about how over 95% of all the staff members in the American Churches (and I imagine most of the Churches elsewhere in the world would have similar numbers too) are all married, so it’s not hard to imagine why the Church caters for the married people so much and might overlook the single people.

Paul talks in both 1 Timothy 3:1-13 and Titus 1:5-9 that the leadership of the Church should be comprised of married men with kids. So, it is good for the leaders of the Church to follow the Biblical guidelines for Church leadership, but Paul was only referring to the men who are Church leaders and not everyone else.

It is a shame that so many Churches these days basically make you feel like there’s something wrong with you unless you have a family. Is having a family great? Sure. Are kids a blessing? Scripture says they are a blessing from God. Yet, most people seem to overlook the qualities of the single life.

Our Lord Christ and His apostle Paul were big on the single life. They led single lives and there’s Scriptures which shows us how much of a blessing it is to be single. Being single is a gift, just as being married and having kids is another gift.

Paul tells us in 1 Corinthians 7:7-8: “I wish that all men were as I am. But each man has his own gift from God; one has this gift, another has that. Now to the unmarried and the widows I say: It is good for them to stay unmarried, as I am.” Notice that he says some have the gift of singleness and some the gift of marriage. Although it seems that nearly everyone marries, it is not necessarily God’s will for everyone. Paul, for example, did not have to worry about the extra problems and stresses that come with marriage and/or family.

He went on to talk about married people in 1 Corinthians 7:33-34, “But the married man is anxious about worldly things, how to please his wife, and his interests are divided. And the unmarried or betrothed woman is anxious about the things of the Lord, how to be holy in body and spirit. But the married woman is anxious about worldly things, how to please her husband.”

Some people do better as a team, serving God as a couple and a family like the apostle Peter who managed to handle being married (Matthew 8:14) and being an apostle just fine. Both kinds of people are equally important. It is not a sin to remain single, even for your entire life. The most important thing in life is not finding a mate and having children, but serving God. We should educate ourselves on the Word of God by reading our Bibles and praying. If we ask God to reveal Himself to us, He will respond (Matthew 7:7), and if we ask Him to use us to fulfill His good works, He will do that as well. “Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will” (Romans 12:2).

Singleness should not be viewed as a curse or an indication that there is “something wrong” with the single man or woman. While most people marry, and while the Bible seems to indicate that it is God’s will for most people to marry, a single Christian is in no sense a “second class” Christian. As 1 Corinthians 7 indicates, singleness is, if anything, a higher calling. As with everything else in life, we should ask God for wisdom (James 1:5) concerning marriage. Following God’s plan, whether that be marriage or singleness, will result in the productivity and joy that God desires for us.

I remember some time ago, there was this elderly lady who never got married or had kids that said this about her single life: “I rather follow the will of God and have moments of loneliness in my life than to live outside of His will and have a lifetime of chaos.” Sadly, many people choose the latter.

Whatever the case, whether marriage or singleness, we must respect our gifts as Paul talked about when he said, “But each has his own gift from God, one person in this way and another in that way.” If you are called to be single, do not squander your gift. If He has called you to be single, He has called you to be closer to Him as Paul talks later on in 1 Corinthians 7. For Paul, a person who gets married does well but a person who chooses not to get married “does better” according to him.

In Matthew 19 our Lord Jesus Christ talks about how there are some people “… who choose to live like eunuchs for the sake of the kingdom of heaven. The one who can accept this should accept it” when He was talking about marriage. Living a single life and dedicating oneself to the kingdom of heaven is an exceptional calling, but it’s not for everyone.

Paul said that the one who is unmarried because of the calling should “be holy both in body and in spirit” (1 Corinthians 7:34). Therefore, the eunuchs for the kingdom of heaven’s sake mentioned by our Lord Jesus in Matthew 19:12 should come to peace with their celibacy both physically and spiritually; it should not be a consistent torment to them in either aspect. For people who struggle with lust and the temptation of the flesh in their attempt to live a single life, the apostle Paul had a really good advice found in 1 Corinthians 7:9.

If you are ever bummed out about being single in a married world, read the whole chapter of 1 Corinthians 7 and see what the apostle Paul thought about the amazing qualities of being single.


It was back in December 2014 when I first unexpectedly came upon Running Man—a South Korean variety/reality show. Back then, I didn’t really had a clue as to what the show is about, who the members are or how they progress in  one and a half hour broadcast.

But little did I know, my journey as a Runner would start right then and there.

I once given a background post about the show which you can read here. This time, to commemorate my first anniversary of being a Runner, I’ll share to you my very own RUNNING MAN STARTER PACK it’s not totally a package, rather a list  of 10 episodes/specials I recommend you to watch in all of their 320 episodes (as of writing) if you are a new runner or just starting to watch the show.

This list highlights  the best episodess of the individual members and as well as  their team work that despite the betrayals, is still formidable.

To be honest, it was hard to choose what goes to this list as there are a lot of notable episodes in RM. I can really give you a ton of them in just one sitting. But we aim to narrow them down to the notable ones for starters. No need to worry about the other eps though, as I know you’ll watch every single one once you’re hooked. Believe me. *wink*

Originally posted by littlepeacefulrunner

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I Forget Myself [Bucky Barnes x Reader] Part 2/2.

It’s entirely possible you might hate me for this.

Title: I Forget Myself

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: Sequel to Right Here Waiting | Part 1

Summary: Bucky escaped HYDRA, but you weren’t so lucky.

Originally posted by allthingsmarvell

Part Two:

You thought the plane would land at an airport. Not a wholly unreasonable expectation. You were sorely mistaken though.

“Um, where are we?” you squeaked.

“This is the Avengers facility,” Sam announced proudly, looking down on the sprawling acres that he now called home. Tony had done a complete overhaul on some old Stark property, and had given them a home where SHIELD could begin to rebuild and the team could stay safe, away from the chaos of downtown New York and Washington D.C.

“You’re an Avenger?” you asked in shock. You felt overwhelmed suddenly, by the plane, the facility, and the superheroes. You had spent the last few years as a nomad, staying out of sight. It felt far too strange to capture the attention of such powerful people.

“Stark likes to call me Cap’s sidekick,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes, “but I am no man’s sidekick.”

“Which one are you?” you felt a strange sense of wonderment.

“They call me Falcon,” he said with an amused grin. “You do realize your boss is an Avenger too?”

“Oh gosh, which one is he?” you moaned, embarrassed by your total lack of knowledge.

“Iron Man.” Sam chuckled at your shocked expression. “So I take it you’ve heard of Iron Man. Didn’t you know the famously humble Tony Stark was the notorious man in the iron mask?”

“I’ve heard about the Avengers, I’m homeless not a hermit,” you said in bemusement, feeling a teensy bit defensive. “I’ve seen a couple pictures and news clips here and there, but I never paid much attention. I didn’t think it mattered, I guess. I never thought I’d meet any of you.”

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Lots of people, young people in their vast majority, use Tumblr and other social sites to talk about their favorite TV shows, cartoons, movies, etc. That’s fine to have one but I’ve been noticing a horrifying trend among Christians that have such kind of blogs.

I’ve been noticing a lot of people what have their blogs dedicated to such things end up posting indecent photos and photos with dirty language in the caption. Pornography is a sin, homosexuality is a sin, getting drunk is a sin, cursing is a sin and so on. I noticed that lots of people are basically spending their time praising the work of the devil and trying to follow God at the same time and that will never work.

We all know that famous passage in Matthew 6:24 that tells us that “No one can serve two masters. For you will hate one and love the other; you will be devoted to one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money” right? The word “money” in the English translation comes from mammon, the Aramaic term for wealth or possessions. The point is not that money is inherently evil, but that it is often misused so that it is a means of evil. God must be first, not money or possessions. Same goes for most of everything in life, they might not be inherently evil but people misuse it and make it evil.

How many people watch movies with scenes of violence, sex, gay, adulterous, alcoholic consumption and all sorts of sin in them and end up leaving the theater pleased with the movie even though it had all sorts of things the Bible condemns, only because that movie had a plot which we sympathized with or had lots of action scenes? Gotta give credit to the devil, he’s good at masquerading his deception, but then again as the Bible tells us, “And no wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.” He’s the king of deception and people are being desensitized little by little to the wickedness of this world. Little by little people are drifting further away from the God of Israel.

I see so many people with blogs dedicated to things that honestly don’t deserve any kind of praise whatsoever. For instance, Supernatural fandom blogs have no problem portraying angels of heaven as “bad” guys. The show makes it seem as if there’s a hierarchy in Hell, when in fact the Bible tells us every single soul in Hell will be in torture, even the devil and his demons. The show portrays an absent God. Not to mention that show portrays casual sex, violence, killing, and everything that is wicked as normal events. And what’s worst is that it starts to plant the seed on people’s mind that just being a “good person” is enough to go to Heaven if they die without accepting Jesus as their savior. Will Jesus allow entrance into the Kingdom of Heaven for those who say they had “cast out demons in Your name, and done many wonders in Your name?” or will He say, “I never knew you. Get away from Me, you who break God’s laws” as we are told in Matthew 7? Good works without faith mean absolutely nothing at all (Romans)! Just as faith without works means nothing (James)! Works are a byproduct of your faith. Do not be fooled, there’s no such thing as a “good person” in this world and no matter how hard you try, you can never get to Heaven by your own deeds.

We also have fandoms dedicated to Harry Potter, Once Upon a Time, and many other shows like them even though we know the Lord tells us not to have anything to do with witchcraft and sorcery whatsoever. Books/movies which shows things which the Bible strictly prohibit isn’t “fun” but rather it’s an ingenious deceptive way to desensitize us to the truth of the Bible.

One of the biggest fandoms come from the longest running TV show, Doctor Who. A man/god who time travels, changes forms, capable to doing ungodly things, but all very well-masked in a sci-fi setting. A show that showed the Earth being formed and being destroyed not as the Bible tells us of its origins and its future end. For decades this show has captivated the hearts of countless people. Countless people throughout decades just being fascinated by aliens, time travel and all this non-sense. As always, the devil finds “fun” ways for us to spend our time away from the only One who can truly save us, Jesus Christ.

So many other shows such as 2 Broke Girls, New Girl, Modern Family, and all these other shows which show it’s perfectly normal to have sex as often as you’d like with strangers, being drunk, following a homosexual lifestyle and even going as far as showing 2 underage boys kissing each other just to be the one to show the “youngest underage gay kiss ever” as if that’s something to be proud of.

How about cartoons such as The Simpsons, South Park, Family Guy, SpongeBob and so many others that make fun of Christianity and our core values at every chance they get? How can you possibly even want to watch something that mocks Jesus and our faith in Him and not have a problem with it all? And what’s more worrisome, how can you laugh at those jokes and still consider yourself a Christian? Is the Holy Spirit not dwelling within you to convict you of sin and show you God’s righteousness as Jesus talked about in John 16?

There’s also blogs dedicated to certain singers and/or bands. These bands play secular music and their everyday actions and beliefs show little to no regard for Christ whatsoever, so one must wonder why is anyone following/listening to such people to begin with? Why admire someone for their music/works if there’s no faith in them? Why admire anyone who doesn’t thank their Father in Heaven for their lives here on earth, especially if they’ve been blessed so much? Why worship, and that is a form of worship, anyone who won’t bring glory to Yahweh’s name?

Or even something as “innocent” as yoga is a terrible way to mislead people. Yoga’s movements are meant to connect you with the “divine” and even the way people greet and say good bye to each other by putting their hands together and bowing and saying Namaste is a horrible offense, because that action means “I bow to the divine in you.” A Christian should NEVER practice yoga. A healthy alternative to yoga is Pilates, which doesn’t have all the Indian false religious nonsense.

I beg you, read your Bibles and learn about our Lord and praise Him rather than praise the things of this world. As the apostle Paul wrote to Timothy, in these last days people “will love fun instead of loving God” and sadly enough we’ve fallen to the trap of thinking it’s okay to have a little fun which isn’t Biblically approved every now and then. The only One that is worthy of your praises and your time is the Lord Jesus Christ. Don’t be one of those people who Paul talks about who love to have worldly fun rather than rejoice in loving God.

People end up basically worshiping their TV shows and characters, celebrities, cartoons or whatever their fandom blog is about. It’s fine to have some entertainment as long as we don’t go out of your way to make it into something it’s not, and especially we shouldn’t be praising it instead of praising the Lord. The only One that deserves all our praises is God. We should follow His Word wholeheartedly and stay in the path of righteousness.

We should dedicate our time to God. We can still have fun and enjoy TV and listen to music and everything, but don’t divide your time between God and the world because the world is a sinful place and God is sinless. God demands obedience and devotion and we can’t obey or be devoted to Him if all we do in our spare time is to praise things of this world rather than praise the Lord for His sacrifice so you could be saved. Remember that He died for ALL OF US to be saved, all we have to do is accept Him as our Lord and repent from sin.

We are in this world but let us not be of this world. As Paul wrote in Romans 12:2, “Don’t copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will learn to know God’s will for you, which is good and pleasing and perfect.

We should stop with our idolatry of the things of this world which the Bible tells are wicked and please turn to God. Let us not be a Sunday-only type of Christian. We can’t hold hands with the devil 6 days of the week and expect to be saved only because we go to Church on Sundays. As pastor Paul Washer said, if that’s your idea of Christianity, you have no Christianity.