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stardust-in-my-mind-blog · 3 months ago

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just a girl in the life

after I explore the many phases of my moon

in the starry nights of dreaming

I awaken in the morning as the sun

we do love the moon and her illumination

but without the warm and dynamic radiance of the sun

everything yearning in the light would stall its growing

I used to have more compassion for perspectives outside of mine

as soon as I began to realize it the construct changed quickly

while it's nice to have others consider you

no one will be there for you quite like yourself

sometimes I'm able to be politely clarify when a line

is crossed somewhere by someone

sometimes I just bare my teeth and snarl at them

with my children I'm able to be mostly patient

but I'll curl my lip at them too if unheeded too long

my energy has changed and I see it reflected in them

kids do nothing but test to see where you are

and what they can get away with

give and take is nature and we all do it

attention is love and consideration is care

and they want all of it all the time

I give as much as I can and find somewhere to recharge

when I eventually get depleted and irritable

but no matter what they do or how angry or tired I get

it's never worth truly hurting them

disappointment is one thing and pain is another

but when I break something I make every effort to heal it with them

I know what it's like to be broken and ignored

likely why it's so difficult to break me now

but hasn't it been fun trying?

my heart feels wide open today so I gaze directly into the sky

let the gold of morning light pour into it and into me

I wonder what we'll do with the day

I broke another barrier within myself yesterday

faced a fear and like a breaking fever ended up drenched in sweat

but I have the new start of a document and a deep

determination for a future I can't yet envision

and not because I'm willingly blinded this time

so that's something not borrowed but something new

my tarot meditations are getting more wild by the day

it's a bit uncomfortable how they resonate but I try

to keep everything open to interpretation

stumble across deeper meanings as something clicks

or grows from a seed planted by a random connection

my sense of logic has always been more colorful than most

I try not to consider myself a prophet but so many things

are lining up and I'm finding myself uncomfortable

in clothing that doesn't have some kind of hood attached

that's actually how it starts, right?

if I start looking at large fallen tree limbs like something

I want to take home and carve into a staff

I'll know that the metamorphosis reached a new stage

I already have a wand made of crystals and collected feathers

really it's just a matter of time before the gypsy takes over

the fool has always been here and the sword and shield

have been part of me before it should have been

sometimes I wonder how you spend your day

I still don't believe any of your lazy voiced tales

even if sometimes there was truth ringing in them

instead I'll wonder if you soften your coffee from black

if you trip and stumble over cracks in the sidewalk

or if you're someone who actually watches where you're going

you've been so careful to make sure I can't observe anything

it's only incredibly infuriating not to be able to absorb information

especially when my curiosity is so actively engaged

make a list of tasks to complete because there's plenty to do

hum and sing a song or two that reminds me of you

learn a dance and draw a picture and make my youngest laugh

today I don't yet feel like going to the river but it could change

maybe I could go somewhere new and stimulate some neurons

more boxes packed and more items purged

ugh, I have to buy more groceries

why are they so damn consumable?

my hair is all faded and boring so I'll change that too

open the blinds and let the sunlight into my stained glass cave

all the birds fly away from my window like they were peeking inside

the cardinal is quiet this morning so I wonder where he got to

I look in the mirror and I am content and I feel it too

there's a nice evenness to it and a sense of neutrality

a glimmer of delight that just waits to be inspired

today I woke up happy and peaceful and that's not always the case

so I'll enjoy it immensely and make the most of it

I like the way the mourning doves coo

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alchely · 6 months ago

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Being mildly sick is like:

Ugh I wanna watch something new.

No that one has a plot that I have to activate my neurons for.

Ugh no that's a procedural every episode will be the same (ik it's not true but tell that to my brain).

Ugh no actually starting something new is a no go cause I don't have the brain capacity to memorize new characters.

No, movies means I don't get to know the characters enough.

Nothing too funny cause I don't have the energy to laugh.

Reading is also out cause I can't concentrate.

Fine, I'll just go to sleep.

#my post #i have a cold #probably

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maiverie · 1 year ago

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screaming cryibg throwing up i feel VALIDATED i have this horrific habit of just absolutely wordvomiting information onto people (my best friend happens to be prime victim to this) so having a place where it is welcomed appeases the autism very much thank u 🥺🥺🥺 i honestly just type the way i speak and i like to believe i have a more colorful and animated manner of speaking (have been told i sound like john mulaney on multiple occasions, not sure whether this is intended as an insult or compliment but i think it's pretty accurate nonetheless)

i have SOOOOO many vpop recs, liz kim cương just dropped a new single recently and i couldn't stop screaming about it for DAYS and hoàng yến chibi also came out with a new song a couple days ago and so did the group luvlike, all my women are coming back what a great pride month for my little sapphic brain 🥳 i have like an 11 hour spotify playlist of JUST vpop music, unfortunately some of it has since been region locked due to international copyright laws (curse living in the states 🤬) but for the most part it's playable and activates the little neurons in my head, i always put it on while baking something and then have to stop and groove because i mean who can resist busting it down to anh ơi anh à by lip b ESPECIALLY when you dedicated 2 hours to learning the choreo ><

if you want a proper recommendation i think you should check out amee and her album called dreamee, it's very soft and cute easy-listening music and she's got the most adorable voice aaaaaa!

- 🧀

DHSFHSDHD PLEASEEE I love word vomit <3 and oh my gosh! I can totally picture that?? I just know you're a really fun conversationalist irl; someone that always has something to talk about which I find to be just the most amazing gift ever 😭 and omg I was like "who tf is john mulaney" and then I googled him and:: I GET IT. AHHFDSHA OMG I feel like I haven't seen him around for so long now ? ?? DEFINITELY A COMPLIMENT 🫶

okay brb I'm going to make a whole playlist with all your recs ahsdhsha THANK YOU SO MUCH <3333 and oooh you're from the states! that's so cool; I've never been anywhere nearby but I was saying to a moot a while back that the US (for context, she also lives there) doesn't even feel like a real place to me bc idk how the heck u guys have so many states; like,,,, 50??? we have like 6 😭 but ne ways omg you seem like you have sm hobbies ?? baking and dancing?? SLAY

oof you're ON POINT I do love amee!!! her voice is soooo lovely like ugh you honestly can't go wrong w her HASDHSH

#ask #@ : anon ♡︎#🧀 anon ☆

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clvric · 3 years ago

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sorry for the blade runner spam

not sorry

#ooc .#boo speaks .#( those movies fuckin activate my neuron #UGH i love the cyberpunk aesthetic so much )

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msharkness · 2 years ago

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Little bug

Note: I may or may not have taken inspiration from my friend's daughter who we all call her little bug since she was in diapers, even though she is starting first grade in September. All her dialogue lines are mostly what she tells me when we meet (I swear this child is killing my neurons daily now that she started texting me :D). Anyway, I thought this concept to be cute and also it would give you some answers about what happened to Ana's sister (she is mentioned in Memories). I hope you like the story as much as I do. Enjoy! 🤍

Warnings: pure, old fluff with a bit of NSFW activities mentioned... Oh, and Severus acts all fatherly with the little girl (if you can consider this a warning, I don't, I'll gladly let myself be surprised by this in fics)

"FOR FUCK SAKE, DARLING, I TOLD YOU NOT TO LEAVE THE SHOES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALLWAY! Can’t even walk inside my DAMN HOUSE without trouble! " Small and hurried steps approached him while Severus crouched and started picking up the groceries he dropped when he stumbled.

"Uncle Snape! You finally came! I thought you'd never come! " And she threw her small arms around his neck and squeezed with all her force. Severus almost fell back due to the force of the attack. "You shouldn't speak like that. Mommy says it's not good to use bad words."

"Well, here I am, little bug! I apologize, the words slipped before I could think about it! "

"It's okay, just think about it next time."

"I will, little bug," He kissed her forehead and struggled to disentangle her arms from his neck. "Now tell me, where is Ana?"

"I'm here, sorry!" Ana said as she made her way toward the two of them. "She was so excited to be here that she ran straight into her room to unpack, and my mind was only focused on catching up with her. I forgot to put the shoes away. " She helped him stand up and left a chaste kiss on his lips.

"You kiss just like mommy and daddy." Isobel brought her palms up to her mouth to hide the fit of giggles that started to get a hold of her.

"Now Izzie, I think we were just starting your summer homework when your uncle arrived home. Why don't you go and start it while I help Severus put the groceries away, and I'll come to you in a minute. "

"But I don't want to..", she stopped when she saw Ana's "I didn't ask you'' face. "Fine, but can I at least get my notebook and join you in the kitchen?", Izzie said as she pulled the classic puppy eyes she was a master at.

"Ugh, okay, Izzie, but I expect you to finish a page from the book like you promised your mother, and then we can play all day long."

"Yes, I’ll go now. Stay where you are until I come back," Isobel stated as she motioned her hands in a stay here motion, turning her back to go upstairs and fetch her book and notebook when she suddenly remembered something. "Uncle Snape, did you bring something for me?"

"Isobel!" Ana slightly raised her voice towards her niece.

"I'm going now," she exhaled, defeated. "But can uncle Snape play with us when I finish my homework?"

"He will if you ask him nicely. But homework first, and no further delays. " With this, Isobel ran up the stairs, and they could hear the sound of her steps long after she was out of sight, probably distracted by Merlin knew what instead of grabbing her backpack.

Ana turned her eyes to Severus, who was once again crouching and picking up the groceries he missed when Isobel stormed into his arms.

"What do you think you're doing, Sev?" She pulled her wand out of her dress pocket and waved it at the whole mess. In an instant, all the groceries floated in the air and silently went into the kitchen where they would be arranged and stored in their rightful place by the spell she cast.

"Oh, aren’t you a smart one? What happened to she doesn't need to see magic until she exhibits signs of it ?"

"What she doesn't see won't affect her. Come now, I was about to make some iced tea, and we have lemon cake in the fridge. You must be hotter than usual." Ana winked playfully at Severus and dodged the slap going for her ass cheeks. "You won’t get dessert if you act like that." She laughed, and Severus' face relaxed upon hearing it.

"Would I get some dessert with that little bug around? Anyway, wasn’t she supposed to arrive tomorrow? "

"It was today, I told you again last night."

"When? Before or after you fucked my brains out? " He whispered in her ear, and now it was Severus' turn to smile mischievously, raising his brow in a silent challenge.

"Language!" She turned as they entered the kitchen, and smacked him in the chest before he caught hold of her wrist.

"If you kiss me, I'll consider it."

Ana rolled her eyes but still pressed her lips more passionately than before over his. Her free hand made its way toward the back of his neck and got hold of his ponytail, slightly pulling it, as his other hand cupped her breast.

"I swear you're acting more like a child than Isobel sometimes," Ana breathed against his cheek.

"About that little bug, remind me how long she'll be staying," Severus said as he planted a kiss on her jaw.

"A week. Her father came home from work after 3 months, and I invited her to let my sister and her husband have the most deserved time for two. "

"What about my deserved time for two?" Severus almost whined in her neck.

"It's not like we didn't make love in every room in this house, multiple times a day, for two summers already."

"I'm insatiable when it comes to you." Severus then nipped at her earlobe and drew a silent moan from Ana.

"Let's stop it before she sees us."

"One last kiss," Severus pleaded as he brushed her lips with his, his nose nudging hers, his warm breath filling all her senses.

"Only one kiss," she whispered, and before she could properly finish the sentence, he dropped her wrist and cupped her face with both his palms.

"You kiss too much." It was Isobel. "So she really can be silent when she wants to," thought Severus, and turned towards her after breaking the kiss.

"I am your aunt"s boyfriend, so I get to kiss her as many times as I want. Now, what is your homework? "

It was dark and the full moon was already high in the sky when there was a soft knock on the door of Sev and Ana's bedroom. He grabbed a robe from the end of the bed and made his way to the door after gently placing Ana from his chest to the pillow. Anastasia was shifting in bed behind him, searching for him in her sleep.

Severus opened the door, and there, in the unlit hallway, Isobel was carrying her blanket in her arms, eyes half asleep but still far away from any real rest.

"What is it, little bug? Trouble sleeping?"

"I miss mommy!" she whined. "Can I sleep here?"

"Of course, Izzie! Enter, "Severus gestured with his head and stepped away from the door. "You can sleep between me and Ana."

After she got comfortable under the duvet, her blanket still tightly wrapped in her tiny arms, Isobel turned to look at Severus, who was getting comfortable under the duvet as well.

"Have a good night, little bug!" He kissed her on the forehead, but her eyes were still as open as when he opened the door.

"You look at Ana the same way daddy looks at mommy," she mumbled in a failed attempt to whisper. "Do you love her?"

"I do, very much by the way." Severus didn't know what got him to open up so easily to this 6-year-old child. Maybe it was the ease of having a child with a pure mind to talk to, and to whom the world was still very much white and black, with no grayness on the canvas of life yet. He was entranced by her, not for the first time though, as she seemed to enter so easily into his soul, searching for answers. Severus pondered for the billionth time how she would be an excellent legilimens if she possessed magical abilities, as Isobel, eyes sleepy and slightly wet from crying, continued to fix his eyes with her own.

"Then you should get married. Daddy says he’s happier to have mommy as his wife. "

"Are you telling me, bug, that I"m not happy?" Severus unconsciously looked over Izzie"s shoulder, smiling slightly at the sleeping form of Anastasia, the silver light from the full moon outside tracing every curve of her covered body.

"You can be happier if you marry her. Then you could be my real uncle. "

"I"'ll think about it. Now how about we get some sleep before we wake Ana up, and she punishes us both, hm? "

"Good night, Uncle Snape!" Izzie got closer to Severus and nuzzled her forehead near his chest. Severus saw her scrunching her eyebrows together, and all of a sudden, the curtains drew by themselves.

"Did you do that, little bug?"

"Of course I did. I always do it. Too much light. Go to sleep before you wake Ana, "she giggled more loudly than she should.

"Good night, little bug!", and once more he kissed her forehead as best as he could in the dark bedroom, and enveloped her in his arms. "Sweet dreams!”

They were both sitting at the kitchen table the next morning, both drinking coffee, her smoking a cigarette, lost in small talk about what they were supposed to be doing around the house that day when the subject of Isobel began and Severus remembered what happened the night before. He told Anastasia, and her eyes widened, a single tear making its way down the swell of her cheek.

"We have another witch in the family," she cried happily. Even though it was taboo in the family, both she and her sister started to think that maybe Isobel was a squib. There was a high chance of this happening since her father was a no-maj; a muggle is what his kind is called here. So the news of Izzie's magical abilities was something she could only compare with riding her broom for the first time at Ilvermorny, pure happiness mixed with anticipation for what was to come next.

"And she said she always draws the curtains like that?" Severus nodded. "I can't wait to tell Julia! And to tell Izzie as well! "

"Tell me what?" It was Isobel, once again moving like a ghost in the house while rubbing her eyes with the back of one hand.

"Stop rubbing your eyes, or you'll get them all red and infected!" Ana said while getting up from the chair. The bud of the cigarette sat furiously smashed on the bottom of the ashtray. "You can sit here, bug. I'm going to make you something for breakfast."

"Were you talking about me?" Isobel flashed at them her most charming smile.

"In fact we did, Isobel. Have you heard about magic? "...

#severus snape #severus snape one shot #severus snape x oc #severus snape fluff #snape fluff #snapedom

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thejakeformerlyknownasprince · 3 years ago

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hey I’m a neuroscientist who follows #neuroscience and I just saw your post on brain scans for Yeerks—I just wanna thank you for that wonderful, thoughtful analysis.

if a yeerk could mimic the water density of cortical grey matter (or CSF, depending on where it is), it could perhaps pass undetected through an MRI, though probably not an fMRI.

I don’t know much about the yeerk nervous system or physiology but an EEG might detect a yeerk if it hung on the surface of the brain—it should be dead spot for the EEG, or otherwise cause a disruption in the detection of local brain activity.

So there's a really interesting related question in there about how, exactly, the yeerk communicates with the host brain. Again, I think Animorphs is vague on this question on purpose — the real answer boils down to "it couldn't" — but my headcanon has always been that the yeerk has cells that somehow send out action potentials of their own and also interrupt the action potentials of real neurons. However, for that to happen the yeerk would have to be suuuper liquidy... which might make it undetectable. A soupy yeerk would probably not show up on an MRI.

My cognitive neuro spouse suggested a diffusion-weighted (white matter) MRI might be able to do the trick even with soupy yeerks, and also pointed out that "liquid yeerks" is also the most reasonable explanation for the lack of behavioral deficits we see in humans like Tom carrying around an extra several ounces of mass inside their skulls. If yeerks, like, dissolve into cerebrospinal fluid and then sort of soak the brain, then that would explain why the yeerk isn't acting like a tumor and fucking up the brain around it.

The thing about picking up yeerks with EEG... you'd have to have a technician in the know. Like, if you've got doctors who know about yeerks, and a bunch of controller friends who could come in to make a training set, then that could work. But I also think that whereas spotting a yeerk on an MRI would make most technicians go "what the everliving fuck?", evidence of a yeerk in an EEG would make most technicians go "ugh, more artifacts, wiggle the bonnet around and see if we can get a better signal."

#animorphs #animorphs meta #yeerks #controllers #aliens #brain shit #crack taken seriously #neuroscience

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justice4sasuke · 2 years ago

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maybe it’s ‘cause I saw both the anime and video game rendition of the fight and not just the manga but I did kind of like how it all played out

they went from “kaiju fight” to “we’re really swinging on each other but we’re still using our powers sometimes” to “this fight literally took us all day and it shows”

the third part really fucks me up because the anime had a shot which lasted thirty whole seconds and in ultimate ninja storm you’re basically in the final boss fight of MGS4 (idk I never played either), again you can really feel that this was their entire day

basically it’s a mix of neuron activation and maybe the feeling that naruto and sasuke are settling things between them with the literal final battle in the series

It probably is better in the anime and video game because the Ninja Storm games make everything better (and sometimes the anime makes things better, but that depends more on how much the anime team likes the characters involved I feel) because Kishimoto is a hack writer, but like I said this blog is about the manga and the manga sucks I think so. Shippuden has like no good fights I think the shining example is Sakura and Chiyo vs Sasori and you know when SAKURA is involved in the best fight there is a problem lol.

I feel like at a certain point the Naruto fights stop being what I was initially sold and it's like I didn't want it? Eventually it's like kaiju fighting (and giant gates and shit for some reason?) and I'm like I thought I signed up for ninja fighting? Or like ugh as much as I like the Uchiha clan the sharingan stuff? Like half the fight is illusions and it's like okay so you wasted my time on stuff that didn't even happen. I liked the chuunin exam fights, I liked the Sasuke retrieval arc fights and it feels like those are gone in Shippuden.

#spoiler i had to go to a work event today and i'm out of caps so this is what you're getting #j4s asks

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 4 years ago

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Also saw you're doing requests so yay!!. Any chance of jercy bakery au? Love your work sm hope you have a great day ☺☺

My Darling Anon how dare you make me fall more in love with Jercy???????? I squealed when i saw this and then promptly started writing even though i should be studying for my (ironically) Greek Mythology test.

i hope you love it because if i fail at least i know it’ll be worth it :) Also this was honestly supposed to be a quick drabble and it somehow ended up as 1,5K+ words so??? #isanyonesurprisedthough

Masterlist

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Jason Grace smiled as the birds beside his head chirped and then swiped his phone to cut off the amusing sound. His fiery friend, and co-worker thought it was hilarious to steal his phone and change his alarm tone every few weeks. Usually it was something inane and silly like a cartoon laugh track or just a repeating “It’s time to get up BakerBoi” that gets increasingly louder. He had arrived to work with a scowl on his face only to see the shit-eating grin of Leo Valdez waiting at the door.

Now Jason stumbles out of bed, letting his limbs loosen as he pads softly to the bathroom, feeling cool tile and a winter breeze on his exposed skin. He loves mornings like this, when the world isn’t quite awake, and the sky hasn’t decided what colour it wants to be for the day. He knows in is baker’s bones that it’ll be cold and rainy, but he has time for a morning jog before the world starts crying.

“Good morning boss,” A bright eyed, fidgeting Leo greets as he steps into the bakery.

Jason had been there at seven thirty, pulling down the café chairs and cleaning the counters. He already had a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies and about three different types of muffins in the oven. The bread was waiting for the busy hands of Leo and Hazel who somehow always seemed to make heavenly fluffed, soft rolls and the deliciously crusty baguettes. Hazel jokes that it’s the New Orleans blood that flows through her veins. They’re all half inclined to agree.

“Morning Valdez, I like the alarm this week.” He tosses a grin over his shoulder before going back to his icing ritual. Mix, taste, mix, ice.

“I figured you would old man. Even though i much prefer my ASMR food audio from last week. What’s the specialty today?”

“We need to get beignets out and the pain au chocolats before the breakfast crowd. Also the fruit stuffed pastry twists and the honey bread have to be prepped before we open so we can bring them out hot in time for the brunch crowd. Specialty today is a new thing I’ve been working on. Blue blondie doughnuts with Oreo cream filling and sugar glaze.”

“Gods boss, you tryna give people heart failure?”

“Just trying to insert some sweetness into the world,” He winked.

Before Leo could give an undoubted snarky reply a bubbly head of dark brown curls and glittering eyes popped around the door.

“Goooood morning everyone,”

Jason couldn’t help the smile that graced his face at her cheeriness, “Hello Miss Levesque, glad to see a prettier face around here,”

Leo made a strangled noise of indignation from the other side of the kitchen but didn’t get the chance to voice his offense before the last member of their little group walked in.

“Ah there you are Miss McLean, I do wonder how you arrive with Hazel and still manage to get in after her.”

She gave him an exasperated look, “I have to say goodbye to my girlfriend before I come in Boss. You’re the one who banned couple calls in the bakery.”

“Well maybe if we didn’t have to hear you and Annabeth explicitly planning your night’s activities I wouldn’t have had to do that.”

Piper just rolled her eyes and went to grab her apron and a cloth to wipe down the tables.

"Everyone ready?" He asked, from the door of the kitchen an hour later.

"Ready for the storm boss," They all yelled back, as they did each morning.

"Then let's roll like thunder," He grinned, flinging the doors to Ambrosia Bakery open.

"Oh thank the heavens, I could smell the goodness from here and it was a struggle to keep the drool in," One Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano breathed in deep.

"Good morning my favourite customer," Leo smirked from behind the counter.

"Jason tell your bread boy to stand down before I make him,"

"Is that an invitation?" Dark eyebrows wiggled in amusement.

"That is a threat," She growled.

"Well mark me down as scared and h—"

"Valdez I swear if you finish that sentence I'm putting you on wash-up duty for the next week."

A faint "you got it boss" followed Jason into the kitchen, where he allowed himself to smile. It was an ongoing amusement that Leo flirted with Reyna and in return she came up with increasingly terrifying threats.

"Jason, your sister is here to see you" Hazel said, gently shoving him out the way so she could take over rolling the pastry.

"Get the doughnuts ready for the fryer I'll be back soon, thank you!"

He maneuvered around a blushing Leo who had icing on his nose and a suspicious lipstick stain on his cheek, finally making his way to the confectioners stand.

"What's up loser?" He said by way of greeting.

"Hey you're only allowed to call me that if you come baring nice things." Thalia Grace frowned.

"I am nice things," He pouted.

"Not even on your best day." She snorted, "I want to know if you're coming to the gala this weekend. I need a date to steal extra bread-sticks for me."

"Why can't I just make you bread-sticks and we can sit in your lounge and watch bad reality TV?" He groaned

"Because I have to show face or the sponsors aren't going to sponsor. Besides you need a night out. You're gonna start smelling like bread if you don't take a break."

"It's insulting that you think I wouldn't want to smell like breadsticks."

She laughed at, that ruffling his hair, "Just be ready by seven. You better be wearing a suit."

And with that his sister had grabbed her daily croissant and cappuccino and vanished into the drizzling day.

Before he could make it back to his safe haven beside the ovens and marbled counter-tops a flash of black hair caught his eye.

Turning around he couldn't contain the grin that tugged at his lips; standing by the counter already staring intently at the newest creation was Jason's favourite customer.

"Hello Percy Jackson,"

"Jason," A dazzling smile revealed pearl white teeth and the tiniest dimple on a cheek the color of rich toffee.

"I see you've already found Neptune's Tridoughnut,"

A bright laugh escaped a wickedly beautiful mouth, "Oh I love that. How'd you come up with that one?"

Jason smiled softly, debating whether to tell the owner of the 5-Oceans Conservation Company that he was the muse behind all of his latest creations, hence the variations of green and blue.

Instead, as he did every time Percy asked, he lied, "My sister went to an opening ceremony for a new exhibit at the Education center all about Mythology so I thought I’d offer my services and well, they were a hit."

Piper who was walking past at that exact moment coughed something that sounded suspiciously like "Liar" but with a pointed glare she disappeared behind the counter.

"That sounds great. Guess I'll have to recruit you for all my functions," He winked, a small smirk playing at his lips.

Jason cursed his pale cheeks and hoped the blush he now sported wasn't too noticeable, "What can I get you besides a specialty doughnut?"

"Can I get one banana and walnut muffin, a dozen chic chips, and I'm gonna go see mom this afternoon so maybe a couple of caramel pastry twists and some blueberry muffins?"

"Sure. I guess Estelle is off her carrot cake faze?" He laughed, remembering how Percy had to stop at the bakery twice a week to grab carrot and pecan mini cakes just for his little sister.

"Ugh she's onto wanting fruit in absolutely everything now so my mom has been frantically buying boxes of peaches, strawberries and apples to cut up and send with her for lunch at school." Green eyes rolled in fake annoyance.

"Well if she likes fruit things maybe she should try the raspberry and orange pastry twists?" He pointed to a display stand piled with various pastries coloured by blackberry jam, apricot pieces, kiwi slices and mango syrup.

"I could kiss you right now!" Percy exclaimed rushing towards the display, unaware that the baker was frozen to the spot.

I could kiss you, could kiss you, kiss you, kiss...

Jason's brain had short-circuited, his neurons too busy having a dance party with his hormones to process the world.

I could kiss you.

A lazy, unconscious smile took over his face as he stood there in the middle of his bakery, arms slack, head lolled, and eyes crinkled.

"Jason?" A faraway voice called.

"Jason? Hello?"

And suddenly a hand was waving in front of his vision trying to get his attention.

He pulled himself out of his reverie, blinking back into existence, "Right yes the pastries"

"Didn’t get enough sleep last night?" Percy teased, slugging him softly in the shoulder.

He snorted at the implication, "Unfortunately I'm a bit of a grandfather. Sleep early, rise early."

"Oh guess you like morning activities then,"

He sputtered, head snapping up to stare into twinkling eyes, "N-no, I just meant—"

"I'm kidding Mr BakerMan," That brilliant, bright laugh again, "I know you're a homebody. Your sister likes to tell me how boring you are."

He huffed at that, "We'll see if she gets her pear tarts this weekend."

"Speaking of this weekend," A sly grin played at Percy's mouth, "Are you coming to the gala?"

"Yea," He sighed, "Thalia says she needs me to steal bread-sticks ."

Sea green eyes widened before Percy burst out laughing. In a matter of moments tears were streaming down his face.

If Jason wasn't so smitten with that gorgeous smile and those mischievous eyes he may have been inclined to laugh too. But Percy Jackson was a vision he half believed only his dreams could conjure.

When the laughter had mostly seized Percy wiped his eyes and managed to gasp, "That sounds exactly like something Thalia would ask. When we worked on the marine life project together she always stole the mints from every CEO’s office because she said they had enough money to buy a mint factory, they could afford to replace a single bowl."

"Yep, her life goal is to end capitalism. I swear if it wasn't for Annabeth, Thalia would be walking into office buildings with a sack like some reverse Santa Claus where she steals the office supplies and fruit bowls."

"Well I can't wait to see you stuffing your pockets with bread-sticks on Saturday so I guess I'll see you then," He gave another dazzling smile.

"Yea, and say hello to little Estelle for me. Tell me how she likes the pastries."

"Don't worry I'm sure I'll be back soon with a long list of request."

"Can't wait." He grinned.

Percy chuckled, "Me neither, see you Friday." And then he was gone.

Oh gods, Jason thought, how am I ever gonna survive Percy in a suit?

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Spoiler alert past-Jason: you didn't.

#Okay but i lowkey love baker jason and big boss percy #Thank you Anon #this ask was too cute #PJSSG asks #she speaks #jercy fic #baby fanfic #baby fanfic series #jercy fanfic #percy jackson #jason grace #jason #grace #percy #jackson #PJO #HOO

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10 years ago...

Madison leaned against me as we watched the movie on my bed. I glanced up as I saw my mom pass by the door. She suddenly paused and glared at me.

“Montana, can I please have a word with you? It’s about your father.”

I nodded. “Of course, Mom.”

Madison sat up as I slid off my bed and walked into the hallway. Mom grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the door.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

I shuffled nervously under her piercing gaze. “Uh, watching a movie?”

She glared at me. “I meant with Madison. You two were awfully close.” She lowered her voice to a harsh whisper, and leaned down. “You’re not a lesbian are you? You now that gays like that ruined or family. Just look at your father, leaving me for some man. You better not be one of them Montana.” She straightened back up and returned her voice to normal. “Go back and finish the movie now, dear.”

I nodded and hurried back to my bed sitting farther away from Madison ignoring her questioning glance.

Present Day...

I tucked my back pack under the table as I pulled out my lunch. I was sitting by myself as usual. I had drifted apart from many of my childhood friends and never tried to make anymore. I saw Madison and her friend group walk by on the way to their table. I couldn’t help but admire how one of her friends, Dana, I think looked in the outfit she was wearing today. I quickly dropped my gaze, as I saw Madison looking at me. I went back to focusing my attention on my sandwich. Unfortunately, I ate it too quickly to last as a distraction for long. I shoved the bag back in my backpack to throw away before pulling out my sketchbook. I flipped to an open page and pulled out my phone to look up a reference image. I had been obsessed with this one show recently and wanted to draw some fan art. What’s the harm? Only I would ever see it.

Too soon the bell rang and I was forced to abandon my drawing in favor of going to biology class. Oh joy of joys I got to go be confused about neurons. I sighed as I entered the crowded hallways, senior year couldn’t end fast enough so I could just go to college already. I was sick of high school. Oh well, three more periods and I could go home.

Home sweet home. I stepped out of the truck my mom had gotten me for my 16tg birthday and headed up the path to the house. I opened the door calling out to announce my arrival.

“Mom. I’m home.”

No response. She must not be home. I headed up the stairs up to my room and tossed my backpack on the floor. I collapsed onto my be sighing. I really didn’t want to do my homework. But, alas, this is the curse of the teenager. I somehow managed to summon up the willpower to get up and open up my backpack and pull out my schoolwork. I decided to also grab my sketchbook. I couldn’t finish my sketch then I would do my homework.

I was midway through a biology worksheet on action potential when my mom knocked on my door and walked in. What’s the point of knocking if you just walk in?

“Hey Montana, How was your day sweetie?”

I shrugged. “Good Mom. If you don’t mind I have some homework I need to focus on.”

She nodded. “Of course, just let me see what you drew and I’ll be out of your hair.”

“Wait no!” I lunged for my sketchbook, but it was too late. My mom already had it. She looked up in disgust at my most recent sketch. The fan art drawing for my favorite show. She ripped it out, angrily waving it in my face.

“What shit is this Montana? Why the duck are you drawing, drawing, ugh, lesbians.” She forced out lesbians like it would make her hurl just saying it.

I struggled to defend myself from her wrath. “It’s not-“

“Oh shut it, Montana. I can’t believe you. After how gays like these destroyed our family. I better not catch you drawing anything like this again.” She paused in her fury. “You’re not a lesbian, are you?”

I hung my head. “No, Mom.” The lie sat heavy on my tongue.

She ripped the drawing to shreds, and my soul broke a little. “Good, because if you were it would be out on the streets for you.”

I nodded. “Ok Mom. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

“Good.” She turned and stormed out of the room tossing my drawing in the trash as she left. Damn. I had liked that drawing.

As I turned back to the biology worksheet tears dropped off my face onto the paper. Would my mom ever accept me? Or would I always have to lie?

The next day at school I found myself sitting outside at lunch. My sketchbook was on my lap lying open waiting for me to draw something to fill its pages. But the tattered remains of the page my mom tore out still clung to the spirals and I found myself lacking any motivation to draw. As I stared at the stupid price of paper I had to stop tears welling up in my eyes. Was my mom right? Was it really so wrong to be gay?

I sighed staring at the school hoping for inspiration to suddenly strike me. Instead all I saw was Madison punning a girl against the side of the building making out with her. Great. Just what I wanted. To see a reminder of what I could never have. I shoved my sketchbook in my back back and slung it over my shoulder. The tears had escaped my eyes now and were silently sliding down my cheeks. I pulled my hood up and walked to the bathroom. I couldn’t go to biology looking like this.

I put my hands on the sink staring at myself in the mirror. I was pathetic. I ran the cold water and splashed some on my face washing the tears away. My eyes were still red, but that couldn’t be avoided. I could just lie and say I had allergies if anyone asked, not that anyone would. The bell rang and I walked out of the bathroom almost running straight into a girl.

“Sorry.” I hastily apologized as I went on my way.

I sat down in biology class and pulled out my folder. I glanced up to the board, trying to glean some hint of what we would be doing. No luck. The board was empty. I would have to wait for Mr. Monroe to begin teaching. As I waited for the bell to ring and class to start I couldn’t help but overhear the conversations next to me.

“Where was Madison today at lunch?”

“Probably with Kelsey.”

“Ugh, ever since she got a girlfriend it’s like she has no time for us.”

“I know right. I hardly ever see her outside of clas.”

“Speak of the devil...”

I glanced up at this and noticed Madison walking in right as the bell rang I noticed her brown hair was messed up, and she looked a bit out of breathe. She must have had to run to class.

Finally, Mr. Monroe began teaching, continuing the unit on the nervous system. I really didn’t understand it at all. I found myself wishing that I had bothered to actually talk to other people so I could have some friends to ask for help. I sighed and just continued taking notes. I always had the internet to help me struggle through.

Much confusion later, I found myself rushing to pack my stuff up as the bell caught me by surprise. I grabbed my backpack and followed the rest of the class out into the hall. Time for the most riveting class of all, history. Ugh I hate history. It’s all the same. Oppression, revolution, new government that oppressed other. Rinse and repeat.

I entered the class and looked ahead to my seat, but there was some guy sitting on it. Oh great. That’s really what I need right now. Having to deal with some jerk was just what I needed to improve my wonderful day. Note the sarcasm. Instead of actively engaging the dude that looked about like about six feet tall and absolutely ripped, I decided to just stand next to my desk hoping he would move, I didn’t want to have to fight him.

“What’cha staring at girl? Too hard to keep your eyes off my hot bod?” The guy turned to face me.

“No. You’re in my seat.” I stated flatly. I couldn’t find the guy attractive if I wanted to and I had tried, but there was one problem with him, he was, well, a guy.

He laughed. “Oh, I’m in your seat? I didn’t realize we had assigned seats.”

I looked up to meet his gaze. If this guy wanted to be a jerk, he would get another thing coming. I was in no mood to deal with his bullshit.

“We may not have assigned seats but I have sat in that seat every day, since the beginning of the school year.” I glared at him.

He stood up cockily. “Oh really? I hadn’t noticed.” He turned to his goons behind him. “Did any of you notice?”

They all shook their heads burning some variation of “no.”

He laughed. “Who are you again? I don’t remember seeing you around. Are you new?”

I clenched my first as the urge to punch him built. “I’m Montana and I’ve been going to this school for four years.”

The guy just laughed again. “Sorry, doesn’t ring a bell. Who even names their kid after a state anyways?” He turned to his goons who all laughed along with him. He waved me away like I was a stray cat he could shoo away. “Go find another seat State. This one’s mine now.”

I sighed clenching my jaw. “No.”

He turned back to face me. “Sorry, what? I thought I heard you just say no, but that can’t be right. No one ever disobeys me.”

I didn’t budge under his glare. I did t want to pick a fight, but him and his cocky attitude were just asking for one. “I said No. That’s my seat, move.”

I stood up taking a step towards me so that he was right in front of me. “What did you say, girl?”

I didn’t flinch despite him standing over me. I was only about 4” shorter but it was enough. “I said move.”

He suddenly brought his fist around and punched me straight in the face. I stumbled back holding my face, as I felt blood drip down my face.

He smirked. “That’ll teach you. A girl should always listen to a man, especially when that man is me.”

I wiped the blood off my face with the back of my hand. I heard the bell ring but the teacher was nowhere to be seen just great.

“Move out of my seat.” I growled, stepping closer. The rest of the class was watching our every move but I didn’t care. I was not going to let this misogynistic douchebag win.

He tried to punch me again but I ducked. “When will you learn, cunt? It’s my seat now.”

I didn’t dare punch back in fear of getting suspended so I settled for dodging his sloppy punches. Obviously, no one had taught him how to fight properly. Unfortunately, no one had taught me either, and he managed to land another hit in my face which caused me to stumble back. He followed it up by kicking me and knocking me to the ground.

“What the hell is going on here?” The teacher, Mr. Smith had finally arrived.

I picked myself up from the floor, while the guy tried to defend himself. “Nothing, Mr. Smith.”

He raised an eyebrow. “So attacking another student is ‘nothing?’” He pointed to the door. “Office, now, both of you. Bring your stuff.”

The guy groaned grabbing his bag and storming into the hallway, I followed him quietly. Great, the office. I really didn’t need detention. We arrived at the office and the pad just barged right in.

The office lady looked up at the intrusion. “What can I do for you?”

A man peaked out from one of the offices. “Send them in here. Smith just called that these two were fighting in his classroom.”

The dude stomped angrily in the room sitting down on the chair angrily and slouching crossing his arms with an air of false bravado. I set my backpack down next to me as I took the other chair. I could still feel blood running down my face so I pinched the bridge of my nose to stop the flow as the man, Mr. Clark, surveyed us over his desk.

“So what happened?” He asked, coolly.

“I was just trying to get him to move out of my seat when he punched me when I didn’t listen to him and just go to a different seat. I told him to move again but he just punched me again.” I offered.

The other guy snorted.

Mr. Clark raised an eyebrow. “Do you have something to add Tyler?”

“It’s the own bitches fault. She was asking for it. Wouldn’t just go to a different seat?”

“Watch your language Mr. Johnson. We have a strict no violence policy here, and you no that. No verbal attack, if there even was one, warrants a physical attack. I will be calling your parents you have a three day in school suspension. And for you Montana, get cleaned up and head back to class, but if I hear that you threw fists too from the other students you will be joining Tyler in suspension.”

I nodded and stood up. “Yes, Mr. Clark.” I grabbed my backpack and headed to the bathroom to wash the blood off my face. As I splashed cold water against my face, I sighed. Could this day get any worse? I glanced up in the mirror, figuring I was cleaned up enough and headed back to class. I walked in and silently went to my seat, everybody was working quietly.

“Nice of you to join us Montana. We’re doing a partner presentation on one of the movements in the 1970’s.” Mr. Smith said. I internally groaned. So this day could get worse. “I’ve paired you with Ash.” Much worse. I had never talked to Ask before, this was going to be painfully awkward.

#gay #homophobia #homophobic mom #fight #high school #stupid parents #awkward #writing #not edited

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