Author has written 1 story for Percy Jackson and the Olympians. OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing. Favorite Quotes: "Dying is the hard part, death though; death is like falling asleep." - Unknown (To me, at least) "Humor was a good way to hide the pain." - Leo Valdez, TLH "Oh, I wouldn't say love always makes you happy. Sometimes it makes you incredibly sad. But at least you've faced it now."- Cupid, HoH "I’ve seen a lot of brave things. But what you just did? That was maybe the bravest." -Jason Grace, HoH "I'm fine. Yeah, aside from the not sleeping, the jumpiness, the constant overwhelming, crushing fear that something terrible is about to happen." -Stiles Stilinski Fandoms: Teen Wolf Daughter of Eos - Titan of the Dawn (Legacy of Poseidon) Hufflepuff District 4 Divergent (Amity & Dauntless [Weird Combo Right?]) The Percy Jackson Pledge I promise to remember Percy Whenever I'm at sea. I promise to remember Annabeth Whenever a spider comes at me. I promise to protect nature For Grover's sake of course. I promise to remember Luke When my heart fills with remorse. I promise to remember Chiron Whenever I see a sign that says ''Free Pony Ride''. I promise to remember Tyson Whenever a friend says they'll stick by my side. I promise to remember Thalia Whenever a friend is scared of heights. I promise to remember Clarisse Whenever I see someone that gives me a fright. I promise to remember Bianca Whenever I see a sister scold her younger brother. I promise to remember Nico Whenever I see someone who doesn't get along with others. I promise to remember Zoe Whenever I watch the stars. I promise to remember Rachel Whenever a limo passes my car. Yes, I promise to remember PJO Wherever I may go. This is a story about God. I don't care if you believe or not, JUST READ!! Seventeen year old Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away. As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely. The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98% of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t re-post it? Even when you can’t see him God is there! If you believe in God put this in your profile. I went to a party, And remembered what you said. You told me not to drink, so I had a sprite instead. I felt proud of myself, The way you said I would, that I didn't drink and drive, though some friends said I should. I made a healthy choice, And your advice to me was right. The party finally ended, and the kids drove out of sight. I got into my car, Sure to get home in one piece. I never knew what was coming, Mom, something I expected least. Now I'm lying on the pavement, And I hear the policeman say, the kid that caused this wreck was drunk, Mom, his voice seems far away. My own blood's all around me, As I try hard not to cry. I can hear the paramedic say, this girl is going to die. I'm sure the guy had no idea, While he was flying high. Because he chose to drink and drive, now I would have to die. So why do people do it, Knowing that it ruins lives? And now the pain is cutting me, like a hundred stabbing knives. Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom Tell daddy to be brave. And when I go to heaven, put ' Daddy's Girl' on my grave. Someone should have taught him, That it's wrong to drink and drive. Maybe if his parents had, I'd still be alive. My breath is getting shorter, Mom I'm getting really scared These are my final moments, and I'm so unprepared. I wish that you could hold me Mom, As I lie here and die. I wish that I could say, I love you and goodbye. If your against Drinking and Driving, Copy and Paste this to your Profile - please note I didn't write this:-) Girls Don't realize these things; I'm sorry that I bought you roses to tell you that I like you. I'm sorry that I was raised with respect not to sleep with you when you were drunk. I'm sorry that my body's not ripped enough to "satisfy" your wants. I'm sorry that I open your car door, and pull out your chair like I was raised. I'm sorry that I'm not cute enough to be "your guy". I'm sorry that I am actually nice; not a jerk. I'm sorry I don't have a huge bank account to buy you expensive things. I'm sorry I like to spend quality nights at home cuddling with you, instead of at a club. I'm sorry I would rather make love to you then just screw you like some random guy. I'm sorry that I am always the one you need to talk to, but never good enough to date. I'm sorry that I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car, but when we went out you went home with another guy. I'm sorry that I am there to pick you up at 4 am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere, but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend. I'm sorry if I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around. I'm sorry if I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work. I'm sorry that you can't realize I've been the one all along. I'm sorry if you read this and know somebody like this but don't care. But most of all I'm sorry for not being sorry anymore. I'm sorry that you can't accept me for who I am. I'm sorry I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good enough to make it in your world. I'm sorry I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for... I'm sorry that I told you I loved you and actually meant it. I'm sorry that I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family. I'm sorry that I cared. I'm sorry that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done something different. Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?" Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you. If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, copy and paste into your profile as 'I'm sorry' If You're one of the FEW girls with enough GUTS to copy and paste this into your profile, and you would never make your guy feel this way, copy and paste into your profile as 'Girls Don't Realize These Things' I think the reason why people cut is they just want to feel something even if it's pain, and sometimes the pain doesn't come until the skin puffs up red and white. (Just so you know I am a girl) YOUR GUY SIDE: You love hoodies. Total: 16 YOUR GIRL SIDE: You wear lip gloss/stick. Total: 10 So... I'm a girl, yet my guy side got 6 more than my girl side. Eh, oh well. Directions: List 12 of your favorite characters in no particular order, then answer the questions below. 1. Nico Di Angelo (PJO & HoO) 2. Leo Valdez (HoO) 3. Tris Prior (Divergent) 4. Atticus 'Tick' Higginbottom (The 13th Reality) 5. Hazel Grace Lancaster (TFIOS) 6. Percy Jackson (PJO & HoO) 7. Sato (The 13th Reality) 8. Jack Frost (ROTG) 9. Jason Grace (HoO) 10. Augustus Waters (TFIOS) 11. Bianca Di Angelo (PJO) 12. Zoë Nightshade (PJO) 1.) Have you ever read a Six/Eleven fic? Do you want to?... Yes, I have & they are amazing! 2.) Do you think Four is hot? How hot? For a 13-year-old, I guess... On a scale of 1-10, he's a 7. 3.) What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant? Wouldn't it be the other way around? And if Jack got Zoë preggers, I would freak out. 4.) Can you recall any fics about Nine? TOO MANY TO COUNT! 5.) Would Two and Six make a good couple? Yes. Yes they would. 6.) Five/Nine or Nine/Ten? Why Five/Nine because Ten is technically dead so... 7.) What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve making out? If Sato walked in on Valdez & Nightshade making out, he would just back away slowly & then run away. 8.) Make up a summary for a Three/Ten fic. When Augustus Waters & Tris Prior die, they meet up in Heaven. Since they both lost the ones they love, they talk to each other about that special person they left behind since the other one could relate. But will they start to get feelings for each other? Will these feelings be one-sided? Or will they wait for their significant other to join them up in they sky? 9.) Is there any such thing as One/Eight fluff? Maybe, I've never checked. 10.) Suggest a title for a Seven/Twelve hurt/comfort fic. Friends with a Man-Hater 11.) Does anyone read Three? Yes. 12.) Does anyone write Eleven? Yep. 13.) Would anyone write Two/Four/Five? Hopefully not... 14.) If you wrote a Song-fic about Three, what song would you choose? What about Four? The song for 3 would be Guardian Angel from Disney's 'Let it Shine' & be in Four's POV. The song for 4 would be C'mon by Panic! at the Disco. 15.) If you wrote a Six/Ten/Twelve fic, what would the warning be? Character death, angst, & hurt/comfort 16.) When was the last time you read a fic about Five? I honestly don't know 17.) "(1) and (7) are in a happy relationship until (9) runs off with (7). (1), brokenhearted, has a hot one-night stand with (11) and a brief unhappy affair with (12), then follows the wise advice of (10) and finds true love with (2)." "Nico and Sato are in a happy relationship until Jason Grace runs off with Sato. Nico, brokenhearted, has a hot one-night stand with Bianca (Wait, WHAT THE--EWWW!) and a brief unhappy affair with Zoë, then follows the wise advice of Augustus and finds true love with Leo Valdez." (I ship Valdangelo tbh) What title would you give this Fic? Don't Have a One-Night Stand with Your Sister. 18.) How would you feel if Seven/Eight were together? I would scream. Not sure if that's a god or bad thing, but I would scream.
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