Piper: What's The Difference Between Romans And Greeks Anyway?

In their minds, they still had forever. But we knew better. Forever was something we all took for granted, but the problem with forever was that it really didn’t exist.

― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

Me and you

There are only 2 genders

Please people thee are only two genders…. I can’t believe that Tumblr is allowed to exist and make up all these ridiculous identities and not have all its users in mental health facilities. 

Yes

You’ve heard of the Roaring 20s........

now get ready for the Screaming 20s - coming to a decade near you in 2020

This story is so good i hate waiting for updates.

I Refuse to be a Named Character Master Post

I woke up inside the world of one of the best selling fantasy book series “Deadly Crown.” Intrigue, handsome heroes, adventure… sounds great, right? Just one problem: all the named characters except the main hero and villain die, are replaced and their replacements die. Being important in this story is a death sentence, so I plan to move to the middle of nowhere, and avoid the plot!

It should be a fool proof plan, so why do the main characters keep dragging me into the story?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

Story can also be read on Wattpad

and Ao3!

Boosting this! So important for those without service animals to understand.

Fake Service Dogs?

You’re sitting at a cafe with your friend when suddenly a woman walks in with a toy poodle in her purse. The manager at the counter informs her “I’m sorry, but we do not allow dogs”. She replies with a heavy sigh and a “She’s a service dog. She can come with me”. Not knowing much about service dog law, and worrying about getting sued for asking further questions, he sits this woman down at a booth. There, she promptly unzips her purse and places the dog on the booth seat next to her. When the woman’s food comes out, the little dog begs and she feeds her bits off her plate. This dog is not public access trained, and proceeds to bark at those who walk by. This dog is a nuisance and causes many in the restaurant to complain. The manager cannot do anything but inform the unhappy customers that this is a service dog, so he can’t ask her to leave. In the end, it’s the customers who end up leaving.

Now I walk in with my highly trained service dog pressed against my leg in a perfect heel position, and I’m quickly bombarded by the manager telling me “No dogs! No dogs! We ALL know what happened last time”. Confused, I tell him “This is my medical alert and medical response service dog. Her right to accompany me is protected under federal law.” With a sigh, he seats me at a table far away from others where my dog promptly tucks under my feet, out of sight. When my food arrives my dog is still tucked tightly under the table because she knows she’s not supposed to eat when she’s on duty. She stays there ignoring those who walk past for the remainder of my meal. When we leave, a woman by the door exclaims “Woah, I didn’t know there was a dog here!”

See the difference?

Scenario number two occurs at a local grocery store when a man decides to bring his certified emotional support animal into the store with him. Upon entering he flashes a fancy ID card and certification papers. This dog is not as unruly as the first, but he still forges ahead of his handler, sniffs the food on display, and may seek attention from those who walk past. You find this dog adorable, and when he and his owner walk past you ask to pet him. The owner says yes and explains how all he had to do was go online, register his dog, and a few weeks later they sent him a vest, ID card, and certification papers.

Now I pull into the same grocery store. I’m in a rush to get an ingredient for a dish I’m making so I hurry into the store with my service dog next to me. I’m quickly stopped by a manager who demands to see my service dog’s certification card. Remember, this is NOT required by law, and most real service dog teams don’t have them. After 15 minutes of trying to educate, pulling up the ADA website on my phone, back and forth bickering, and drawing more of a crowd than I want to describe… I’m finally allowed in. I grab my ingredient, stand in line (where my service dog obediently moves between my legs to make space for those around me), and I get bombarded by people asking to pet my dog. I explain that she’s working, she has a very important job to do, and she’s not allowed to be pet while on duty. People walk away grumbling and complaining about how rude I was when other handlers like the man they met earlier allow their dog to be pet.

Moral of the story? Fake service dogs create real problems. The ones who are impacted the most are the true service dog handlers who rely on their dogs every day to help mitigate their disability. How would you feel if everywhere you went, you couldn’t make it 10 feet in the door because people were asking you questions? Imagine how much time that would take out of your already hectic day. Businesses lose customers because word gets out that there are unruly dogs in their store, customers become misinformed and start thinking some of these behaviors are okay, some people even start to believe the lies that anyone can just register their dog online and make him a service dog. The result? MORE fake service dogs. MORE real problems.

Read this one when I stayed with my Aunty one winter. Absolutely beautiful book, had me hooked right to the end. Tears were shed! 10/10!!! I definitely recommend

Today’s @bibliophilicwitch’s Tomes and Tea features this gorgeous book and my new bee socks 🐝

One bee short of a hive

My head, when my family are trying to think of analogies relating to people going nuts

One joy of having older brothers!

Try and bully me in school? Come meet my older brother.

Wow so this happened way back. I’m talking almost 10 years ago when I was 13/14. Long story short, this boy in my year showed interest in me, he was this loud mouthed, cocky, obnoxious arsehole and I was quiet asf. It took me a long time to even pick up on the fact that he fancied me, and when I realized, I knew I didn’t find him attractive in any way.

So, it seemed he picked up on this, and instantly turned from showing interest, to being an absolute, 100% bully towards me. Picking up on how quiet he was, for months he ripped into the way I dressed (early teens goth phase ftw), that I was stupid, and it eventually got into darker territory.

(long story short, he picked up on the fact that I self harmed and mocked me badly about it, getting his follower, spinless mates to join in. Trying to pull my sleeves up during class etc. Rough time.)

Anyway, I never thought about the fact that I have two older, HUGE brothers. I never told anyone about this issue, let alone them. Deep down I knew they’d throttle the scrawny fuck, so maybe that’s why.

Well, one day, months into this daily shit, my second oldest brother visited from uni, picked me up and drove me around, catching up. He used to go to my school but left just as I began. He asked what was up, noticed I seemed quiet than usual. I broke down slightly mentioning about this arsehole I was dealing with. Kind of gave him the light version, as not to anger him too much.

…Too late.

My brother was silent, and just nodded. He said, “I’ll take care of it.” and we enjoyed the rest of the day as if nothing happened, I felt comforted.

That night, my bro says, “Ha, guess who I had a talk with on the phone?” Turns out, he somehow found the boy’s home number. He called him up, threatened to break his jaw. The scared little rat started to get ballsey, shouting back in his barely-broken voice. He even tried to make fun of my brother for having a prothestic leg, he must’ve heard about it through school. (something that’s never held him back or even bothered him for a second.)

Did I mention my brother was/is a gym freak? Despite his prosthetic, he was huge. Very largely built, big beard, aggressive-looking, the lot. Bully had never actually seen him before.

So, the next day, brother says, “Forget the bus, I’ll drive you into school, we’ll get a Mcdonalds on the way.” (he was very good to me)

We drive up, and he jumps out as he spots his old gym teacher. I’m standing beside them both as they catch up over old time’s sake. Two HUGE guys, arms folded, chatting away. As I’m standing next to my bro, who walks out from the bus?

The scrawny little loud mouth fuck. He struts down the path toward school, sees me and smirks. His eyes then lifts towards my brother and I see him skip in his step, his eyes bulging with fucking shit-scared fear when he realizes that this was the dude he tried to shit-talk on the phone.

I remember smiling at the boy, feeling my eyes glistening with glee. I lifted my arm to tap my brother’s shoulder, and I saw the boy pause in actual fear.

I let my brother know I’m heading in now, he gives me a gentle shoulder punch and tells me to have a good day.

That split second of pure dread and terror on that little cunt’s face was more than enough for me. If i’d let my brother know who he was, there’d be chaos. He’d have actually had him up against the wall by the scruff, no doubt. And I didn’t want my brother in trouble.

Since that day…he stayed the ever loving fuck away from me. No eye contact, head down to the ground. Beautiful.

Love ya’, bro. (source)