Name: Call me Owl - I guess that's my pen name. Actually, call me Bagelqueen1001.

Ship: I'm currently obsessing over Perleo. And yes, I know it's uncommon.

Age: From 1 - 1000. Pick a number. 365? Good enough.

Reposts:

Dear bullies,

See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself. You know that girl you just called ugly? She spends hours putting on make-up hoping people will like her. That boy you just tripped? He is abused enough at home. See that old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country. See that young boy you must made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow cause his family is too poor. That guy you just made fun of for crying? His mother is dying.

Re-Post this if you are against bullying. I bet 95% of you won't Your life is probably not as harsh as theirs.

When you were 5, your mom gave you a ice cream cone. You thank her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind.

When you were 9, your mom drove you from swimming class to soccer and one birthday party to another. You thanked her by slamming the door and never looking back.

When you were 10, your mom payed for piano classes. You thanked her by never coming to class.

When you were 12, your mom was waiting for a very important call. You thanked her by talking on the phone all night.

When you were 14, your mom payed for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by not bothering to write a single letter.

When you were 16, your mom taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you got.

When you were 17, your mom drove you to the mall and gave you her credit card. You thanked her by maxing it out.

When you were 18, your mom cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by partying until dawn.

When you were 20, your mom drove you to collage. You thanked her by saying good-bye to her outside the drom so you wouldn't have to say bye in front of your friends.

When you were 26, your mom payed for your wedding. You thanked her by moving halfway across the world.

When you were 30, your mom fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents became to children.

Then, one day, she quietly died and everything you did came crashing down on you.

If YOU love your mom, re-post this and if you don't, you won't care if your mom dies, will you?

My name is Sarah

I am but three,

my eyes are swollen

I cannot see.

I must be stupid,

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my Mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all,

I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the day long.

When I awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.

When my Mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight.

Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car

my daddy is back

From Charlie’s Bar.

I hear him curse

my name he calls

I press myself

against the wall.

I try and hide

from his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping

he shouts ugly words,

he says it’s my fault

that he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

and yells at me more,

I finally get free

and I run for the door.

He’s already locked it

and I start to bawl,

he takes me and throws me

against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor

with my bones nearly broken,

and my daddy continues

with more bad words spoken.

'I'm sorry!' I scream

but it’s now much too late

his face has been twisted

into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain

again and again

oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

and heads for the door,

while I lay there motionless

sprawled on the floor...

My name is Sarah

and I am but three,

tonight my daddy

murdered me.

Re-Post if your against Child abuse

Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school

He told his friends that it was cool

And when he pulled the trigger back

It shot with a great crack

Mommy I was a good girl

I did what I was told

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold

But Mommy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye

I'm sorry Mommy I had to go, but Mommy please don't cry

When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another

And all because he got the gun from his older brother

Mommy please tell Daddy that I love him very much

And please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush

And tell my little sister that she is the only one now

And tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best

Mommy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest

Mommy tell my teachers I won't show up for class

And never to forget this and please don't let this pass

Mommy why'd it have to be me, no one deserves this

Mommy warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss

And Mommy tell the doctors I know they really did try

I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry

Mommy I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest

But Mommy please remember I'm in heaven with the rest

Mommy I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack

Mommy listen to me if you would

I wanted to go to college

I wanted to try things that were new

I guess I'm not going with Daddy

On that trip to the new zoo

I wanted to get married

I wanted to have a kid

I wanted to be an actress

Mommy I wanted to live

But Mommy I must go now

The time is getting late

Mommy tell my Chris

I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date

I love you Mommy I always have

I know you know it's true

Mommy all I wanted to say is "Mommy I love you"

In memory of the Columbian students that were lost

Please if you would

Pass this around

I'd be happy if you could

Don't smash this on the ground

If you pass this on

Maybe people will cry

Just keep this in heart

For the people that didn't get to say "Goodbye"

Now you have two choices:

1). Re-post and show you care

2). Ignore it and you have just proven you have a low-down, cold-heart

REASONS TO JOIN THE DARK SIDE (If you wish to join add this list to your profile):

1. We have cookies (last I checked there was hot chocolate too), we also joined with the rebel side and have cake as well!

2. We have as much slash and yaoi as you could ever need.

3. You get a cool dark cape that covers your whole body!

4. You get a really cool crazy laugh! Practice with me, people: MWA HAHAHAHA cough cough!

5. You get to walk out of shadows mysteriously and freak out the good guys!

6. You get to call people your Underlings, Minions and Peasants! Someone to get things for you when you're too lazy to do them yourself... Now that's the life!

7. Money, Money, Money : Ever notice that we are usually much richer than the good guys?

8. WORLD DOMINATION! BEST reason!

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty
uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal
pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a
rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't
mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are in, the
olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer
be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl
mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.
Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed
ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Amzanig, huh? Yaeh and I awlyas thought slpeling
was ipmorantt! Tahts so cool!
If you could read that, paste this to your profile. And wirte tihs on yuor nxet selniplg tset. And send this to your English teacher which I did. And guess what? The text you just read is a hoax. Cambridge didn't really say that. Maybe it's a compelling hoax, but a hoax nonetheless. It's because there are many small words that aren't switched around. Mmhm.

92 percent of the teenage population would die if Abercrombie and Fitch said that it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. Put this in your profile if you're part of the 8 percent that would be laughing your head off.

7 Ways to scare your roommates

7) Buy some knives. Sharpen them every night. While you're doing so, look at your roommate and mutter, "Soon, soon..."

6) Collect hundreds of pens and pile them on one side of the room. Keep one pencil on the other side of the room. Laugh at the pencil.

5) Tell your roommate, "I've got an important message for you." Then pretend to faint. When you recover, say you can't remember what the message was. Later on, say, "Oh, yeah, I remember!" Pretend to faint again. Keep this up for several weeks.

4) While your roommate is out, glue your shoes to the ceiling. When your roommate walks in, sit on the floor, hold your head, and moan.

3) Make a sandwich. Don't eat it, leave it on the floor. Ignore the sandwich. Wait until your roommate gets rid of it, and then say, "Hey, where the heck is my sandwich?" Complain loudly that you're hungry.

2) Every time your roommate walks in yell, "Hooray! You're back!" as loud as you can and dance around the room for five minutes. Afterwards, keep looking at your watch and saying, "Shouldn't you be going somewhere?"

1) Talk back to your Rice Krispies. All of a sudden, act offended, throw the bowl on the floor and kick it. Refuse to clean it up, explaining, "No, I want to watch them suffer."

DORMITORY:
When you rearrange the letters:
DIRTY ROOM

ASTRONOMER:
When you rearrange the letters:
MOON STARER

DESPERATION:
When you rearrange the letters:
A ROPE ENDS IT

THE EYES:
When you rearrange the letters:
THEY SEE

GEORGE BUSH:
When you rearrange the letters:
HE BUGS GORE

THE MORSE CODE :
When you rearrange the letters:
HERE COME DOTS

SLOT MACHINES:
When you rearrange the letters:
CASH LOST IN ME

ANIMOSITY:
When you rearrange the letters:
IS NO AMITY

ELECTION - RESULTS:
When you rearrange the letters:
LIES - LET'S RECOUNT

SNOOZE ALARMS:
When you rearrange the letters:
ALAS! NO MORE Z 'S

A DECIMAL POINT:
When you rearrange the letters:
IM A DOT IN PLACE

THE EARTHQUAKES:
When you rearrange the letters:
THAT QUEER SHAKE

ELEVEN PLUS TWO:
When you rearrange the letters:
TWELVE PLUS ONE

If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy this into your profile.
If you've ever tried to put your hair behind your ears and ended up poking yourself in the eye, copy this into your profile
If you've ever burst out laughing in a quiet room, add this to your profile
If you talk back to the TV, copy this into your profile
If you read people's profiles looking for things to copy and paste into your profile, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you ever wondered who made up all the 'copy this into your profile' thingies then COPY THIS INTO YOUR PROFILE!

kissing is healthy. bananas are good for period pain. it's good to cry. chicken soup actually makes you feel better.94 percent of boys would love it if you sent them flowers. lying is actually unhealthy. you really only need to apply mascara to your top lashes. it's actually true, boys DO insult you when they like you.89 percent of guys want YOU to make the first move. it's impossible to apply mascara with your mouth closed. chocolate will make you feel better. most boys think it's cute when you say the wrong thing. a good friend never judges. boys aren't worth your tears. we all love surprises. Now... make a wish. Wish REALLY hard!WISH WISH WISH WISH! Your wish has just been received. Copy and Paste this into your profile in the next 15 minutes and...Your wish will be granted

98 of teenagers do drugs, have sex, and drink alcohol...put this in your profile if you like bagels.

If you have ever told anyone that you can walk and read without running into anything, then promptly ran into a tree/ park bench / ice cream stand, copy and paste this into your profile.

There's nothing wrong with arguing with yourself. It's when you argue with yourself and LOSE when it's weird. If you agree, copy this and put it in your profile.

If you read this, you have to repost it, guy or girl, or you will have bad luck for the rest of your life

If you're one of those people who get excited when you see just two reviews, paste this into your profile.(What?!?!?!?!? I'm a review junkie...)

If you have ever had a crush on a book character copy this to your profile.

Please read this, I promise it won’t give you a curse or anything like that- if you believe in all that stuff- it is just a really touching story.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'

His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'

'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'

Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''

'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But he gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

'My mommy loves white roses.'

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.

I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message, or

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

Here's another one:

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas toghuht slpeling was ipmorantt! tahts so cool! If you could read that put it in your profile!FAKE FAKE FAKEITY FAKE TIME MAGAIZNES FAKE sorry im crazy

What you call being "too lazy to review" is what we call "a flame to the pages" as the writers. That one minute or two that you felt "too lazy" to review is another minute of creeping discouragement that all writers feel as they begin to think... "Why am I even here…?" "What's even the point of continuing?" "My skills must be terrible…no one cares for my story…" "I'll never be a good writer...I quit." These are only a few thoughts that go through every writer's head- that go through MY head- when we put out a chapter / story with all our heart and soul within, and we sit there…and sit…and wait…and not a single person says even a word.

If you're not a writer, you have NO IDEA how much that hurts… If you ARE a writer, then I'm sure you know just how great it feels when someone is kind enough to leave a heartwarming and encouraging review, and you read it, smiling while thinking…"Wow…I did it…" So, why not give fellow writers the same luxury here? Too many times I've seen epic and utterly beautiful works of literary art fall to pieces before finally being abandoned due to the terrible discouragement that the lack of reviews can cause. Sometimes, it is so severe that the very writer himself decides to quit, denying the world his skills of writing that I'm it would have deeply enjoyed. So… Just one minute, that's all it takes. Just a few gentle taps of the fingers on your keyboard, a few seconds or so of your time, and your words can SAVE a writer from a dark demise.

Do me a favor: Go find a story, ANY story, anywhere here on Fanfiction.net, and see if you can help it. If it has very little / no reviews at all, just check it out, and say whatever comes to mind. And enjoy the thought in mind that you could have just SAVED that story, with just a few taps of the keyboard...If you agree with what I have said then please copy and paste any part of this story you wish onto your profile. Modify it in any way you see fit; there is no need to use my exact words. You make it say what you want it to say

Mkay, heres a huge survery. Made by Lmb111514.

Gods

Favorites

Favorite Goddess?
Athena. Definitely.
Favorite God?
POSEIDONNNNNN
Favorite Olympian couple?
Hestia and Poseidon. They actually might've married!
Least Favorite Olympian couple?
Zeus and Hera. Yuck.
Least Favorite God?
Dionysus. I don't know why.

This or that:

Hephaestus or Ares?
Hephaestus.
Apollo or Artemis?
Artemis.
Demeter or Persephone?
Demeter, go cereal!
Zeus, Poseidon, or Hades?
Poseidon. Duh.
Hera or Dionysus?
Hera. Atleast shes got them cows going on.
Hermes or Apollo?
Hermes, because he created The Stolls.
Athena or Aphrodite?
Athena.

Books
Favorites

Most favorite Percy Jackson and the Olympians book?
The Titan's Curse
Least favorite?
Whichever Annabeth kissed Percy. #NOTP
Favorite Heroes of Olympus book?
Mark of Athena, excluding Percabteh moments;
Least Favorite?
The Lost Hero. No Nico in it.
Favorite demi-god files story?
Meh. I dont really like them.
Least favorite?
Probably Sword of Hades.

This or That:

Lightning Thief or Titan's Curse?
Titans curse!
Sea of Monsters or Son of Neptune?
Son of Neptune.
Battle of the Labyrinth or Last Olympian?
The Last Olympian, even though they both have kiss scenes. Ewww.
Lost Hero or Demi-god files?
Lost Hero. And now, we introduce our precious cinnamon roll, Leo.

Demi-gods
Favorites(Greek and Roman)

Favorite demigod?
Percy Jackson, Leo, Nico, yeah.
Least?
Jason, shallow-man.
Favorite child of Hades/Pluto?
THANATOS (im kidding.)
Least?
THANATOS (im kidding.)
Favorite child of Aphrodite/Venus?

LACY...
Least?
Drew.
Favorite child of Apollo?
Kayla or Austin.
Least?
Michael dude.
Favorite child of Poseidon/Neptune?
Percy!
Least?
Triton.
Favorite minor god demi-god?
CLOVISSSSSS
Least?
Have always hated Butch.
Favorite child of Hermes/Mercury?
sTOLLs.
Least?
Umm, Chris?
Favorite child of Zeus/Jupiter?
Thals.
Least?
Jason.
Favorite child of Athena/Minerva?
Malcolm.
Least?
ANNABETH THAT LITTLE YAOI STEALER
Favorite child of Dionysus/Bacchus?
Pollux
Least?
Meh.
Favorite child of Demeter/Ceres?
Katie.
Least?
Nobody. Go flowers.
Favorite child of Ares/Mars?
FRANKIE MAH BOY
Least?
Well, not Clarisse.

This or That

Percy or Annabeth?
PERCE
Thalia or Jason?
Thalia ..
Nico or Hazel?
NICO
Will or Michael?
Michale Yew.
Clarisse or Piper?
CLARISSE
Frank or Leo?
Sorry, Leo's too adorable.
Bianca or Octavian?
Bianca, shes pretty.
Reyna or Hylla?
Hylla, because I barely know her.
Dakota or Pollux?
Pollux,
Connor or Miranda?
Connor.
Katie or Travis?
Travis, and i do NOT ship them.
Lou or Clovis?
Clovis!
Chris or Luke?
Chris.
Ethan or Malcom?
Ethan, because eye patches are... no, because Ciel Phantomhive wears an eye patch.
Silena or Beckendorf?
Silena.
Jake or Nyssa?
Jake.

Pairings:
Favorites

Percabeth?
Ew.
Pertia(Percy/Hestia)?
Ew.
Pertemis(Percy/Artemis)?
Ew.
Prachel?
Ew.
Perlia?
Ew.
Hermes/Artemis?
Ew.
Tratie?
Ew.
Thuke?
Ew.
Lukebeth?

Ew.

Thalico?
Eww.
Rachel/Nico?
Ewwww. Why would someone ship that?
Grover/Juniper?
Meh.
Hephastodite(Hephaestus/Aphrodite)?
Meh.
Chrisse(Chris/Clarisse)?
Sure.
Rachel/Apollo?
Meh.
Thalia/Apollo?
Ew. Also, she is a hunter.
Frank/Hazel?
Sure.
Jasper(Jason/Piper)?
Eww. Boo canon.
Jeyna(Jason/Reyna)?
Meh.
Leyna(Leo/Reyna)?
HECK NO
Beckelena(Beckendorf/Silena)?
Yay :)
Pothena?
Def. no.
Ares/Aphrodite?
Ew.
Hera/Zeus?
Ew.
Hades/Persephone?
Ew. Wait, sure.
Hades/Demeter?
Ew.