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To Bake a Blue Cake: Part Three

To Bake a Blue Cake: Part Three

Clarisse whisked the batter and measured the ingredients while Percy heated the oven to the correct temperature. Honestly, by the end Percy was starting to think that the Ares kids had a hidden talent.
It came out of the oven perfectly fluffy and blue and on perfect time. With not much time left to make the frosting, Percy rummaged through the cupboards to find vanilla frosting in a can which he let Clarisse lop on and swirl around into a blue and white culinary masterpiece. “There. That should be good. Now, just you remember what you promised. Nobody knows I helped you, all right? Not one.” Clarisse wiped her hands off with a towel, grabbed her spear, and started to walk out the door.
“Hey, Clarisse, thanks. I never would have gotten this together without you.”
Clarisse paused and looked back a second before walking out. “Just don’t tell anyone.”
With Clarisse gone and no one else in the room, Percy allowed his shoulders to sag and let out a deep sigh. It was done, and on time too. And not only was it done on time, but it was beautiful, all blue and white and fluffy and sticky and cakey. Annabeth would love it.
It was nearing time for Grover to lead Annabeth inside, so Percy hurriedly threw away egg shells and wrappers, washed dishes, and cleaned the counters. He thought about trying to clean himself, but decided not to bother. There was no way that much blue food dye was going to come off him any time soon. He looked like a Jotun.
Percy began to pace. “Ok, ok. Annabeth walks in. She sees me. I come over and show her the cake. I then ask to reenact the under water kiss, then I kiss her. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. That’ll work. Yeah.”
There was a slight knock on the door. “Percy?” whispered Grover.
Trying his best not to run, Percy walked to the door and opened it just enough to peek out with one eye. “What? Where’s Annabeth?”
“She’s coming. Get ready.” Percy nodded and shut the door. He tried his best to look casual, but now that it was actually happening his palms kept getting sweaty and he had to keep wiping them on his jeans.
Annabeth opened the door and started to walk in. She flipped on the light, which Percy had left off, and didn’t even take notice of him. Without looking up from the dagger she was polishing, she sat down on a chair across the room and continued to pant softly.
That wasn’t the plan. What was happening? Percy’s hands were now going critical and he couldn’t keep himself from blinking faster than normal. What should he do? He needed to do something. Best to just wing it.
“Um, hi, Annabeth,” he spoke, strong in the beginning syllables, but slowly losing confidence. What was that? That was awful! Winging it was a worse idea than he thought. But since he couldn’t take it back now, Percy decided not to quit quite yet. “What’ve you been doing all day?”
“Percy? You were in here? Why did you turn the light off?”
“I… I wanted to know what it felt like to be a bear and hibernate, so I turned off the lights and pulled the curtains so that it was like a cave.” Oh yeah, that’s the stuff. That’s what Percy’s talking about.
Annabeth glanced quizzically at him for about a second before going back to meticulously cleaning her dagger. “Uh huh. Well, Grover and I practiced weapons all day. And you were no where to be found. I guess you were off ‘hibernating,’ but really. You should have at least told me that you’d be gone all day.”
“Oh, I guess. I didn’t think of it. But Annabeth,” Percy said as he came closer. “that’s not all that I did today.”
“Oh?” Annabeth asked, sheathing her dagger and looking at him. “Um, were you painting? Because you have a little blue right… there,” she finished, gesturing to all of him.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I got a little carried away. But that’s not it!”
“Oh?” Annabeth said again, raising an eyebrow.
“Nope!” Forgetting all of the splendor that was originally going to accompany the presentation, Percy simply jabbed a finger in the direction of his and Clarisse’s masterpiece. “I made you that.”
Glancing in the direction of Percy’s finger, Annabeth did a double take as she calmly looked that way only to jump out of her chair and quickly place the dagger on the table. “Wait, really? You made that?” Annabeth asked. “You made that? For me?”
Remembering his promise to Clarisse, Percy simply nodded. “Yup, I did! And yes, it’s for you! Really, Annabeth, sometimes I don’t even know why I call you ‘Wise Girl’.”
To that Annabeth laughed. Well, she laughed, but really it was more of a giggle. Annabeth giggled. “Well, you’ll always be ‘Seaweed Brain’, Seaweed Brain.”
Both teens stood awkwardly staring at each other for a few seconds before finally each of them started moving towards the other. This continued till there was almost no space in between them. “Your mom is probably making plans to kill me right now,” Percy commented.
“I’m sure,” replied Annabeth. “And I’m not sure how happy your dad is with you right now either.”
“Well hey, it can’t always be about them. I’ll bet Aphrodite is happy at least.” Annabeth smirked like she was going to continue the banter, but Percy stopped her with a sudden, tight hug. He wasn’t kidding about pleasing Aphrodite. No doubt Cabin 10 would be in a good mood tomorrow.
“Hey, Annabeth, I have a question,” started Percy with an involuntary blush that Annabeth couldn’t see, but could certainly feel.
“Yeah?”
“Remember last month, right after the battle for Olympus? And you gave me that cupcake for my birthday?”
“Mhmm.”
“And then we ended up kissing under the water after everybody threw us in?”
“Where are you going with this?” Annabeth asked incredulously.
“Well, I was wondering… That is, I thought that maybe… I mean, I don’t know, but-” this time is was Annabeth who promptly stopped Percy from talking, but this time with her lips.
After a few good, long seconds Annabeth came up for air. “Yes. I’ll reenact that kiss with you.”
Percy beamed. Lacey’s plan could not have worked out better. “I’m glad.”
“Now enough kissing… I want to try your cake!”

 
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Posted by on March 27, 2014 in *Le Fanfic, *Le Percy Jackson

 

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Guilt

“Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny.” -Yoda, “Star Wars”

In its most obvious sense, this statement is not true. Even if you start down the path or sin, it doesn’t have to dominate you forever. Jesus Christ died on the cross and rose again on the third day to insure that you can turn away from sin and come to Him. You can always choose to repent. However, that is the obvious application behind this quote. The way I take it is different. If you start down the dark path of sin, even if you repent and turn away from it you will remember what you did forever. The memories of that dark time will never go away. It doesn’t have to go so far as to dominate your destiny, but it can. At least it will be a nagging sensation in the back of your mind forever. So what can be done about this? The obvious. Don’t start down that path. And if you find yourself on it, turn away immediately. You will be stuck with the guilt forever, but if you confess your wrongdoing to the Lord and whomever holds authority over you (parents are an excellent example), you will feel better. You really will. I’m sure I sound like a cliche, but you will be surprised by how much of an impact coming clean and starting fresh will have on you.

 
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Posted by on March 24, 2014 in *Le Quotes

 

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Big News

Submission by Prajina, who can be found on Pinterest, and on her own blog, Marchaelary .

The light glared through the window. Anna squinted and closed the blinds. She wondered why it was so sunny today. The week had been a gloomy one, full of rain and overhead clouds.
“Never mind,” she thought, and went back to preparing breakfast for Kristoff and her. Today she was excited. And it was not because of pancakes.
“Kristoff?” she quietly called through the hallway. “Kristoff? Breakfast is ready! Hurry up, or you’re going to be late!”
“Late for what?” he grunted, obviously still half-asleep in the room.
Oh. Anna realized that today was Saturday. Oops. But she was excited, and she was so full of energy, she was about to burst. “Well, Kristoff, just hurry up, okay? The pancakes are going to get cold and I know you hate that.” She smiled and then frowned. Kristoff really was particular about his pancakes.
Finally Kristoff appeared in the kitchen doorway, leaning his heavy back against the frame. He grunted. He saw the pancakes on a plate and sat down at the kitchen table. He poured blueberry syrup, Arendelle’s specialty, onto them and started eating.
Within two minutes he had finished a whole stack without a word. The large man grunted, and started to get up.
“Can I-I tell you something Kristoff?” Anna said, first a bit nervously, then a bit more assertively. He grunted again. When would she tell him to stop with the grunting?
But she realized. She realized that you can’t just tell someone something like this out of the blue! It has to be planned; you have to set the mood. She turned off the stove and sat next to Kristoff.
Leaning her head against Kristoff’s shoulder, she nervously toyed with her hair. That was one thing she knew that Kristoff found cute. And if she knew that, she would do it. “Kristoff?”
This time he didn’t grunt. Success! Instead, he motioned for her to continue. Anna would have preferred him to have said something, anything, but that was too much to ask this morning.
“Well, I want to tell you something.”
“You said that already.” His first words this morning.
“I-I think I’m, I mean, I know I’m,”
He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow.
She sighed. Might as well put it plainly.
“Kristoff, I’m pregnant!” she squealed. There. She said it. Now the reaction.
Kristoff’s eyes widened. He had finally woken up. He smiled, scooping Anna up and spinning her around. Just like that day Arendelle unfroze.
“Be careful Kristoff!” Anna whispered, motioning towards her belly.
He sheepishly put her down. “Sorry.”
“But, are you serious?” he whispered, after putting Anna down.
Anna nodded, for once, speechless.

 
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Posted by on March 22, 2014 in *Le Submissions

 

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To Bake a Blue Cake: Part Two

To Bake a Blue Cake: Part Two

“Hey, Grover, c’mere,” Percy whispered from behind an entirely different tree.
Grover tossed a glance over his shoulder and came closer. “What?”
“Do you think you could keep Annabeth distracted for me? Just for today?” Percy pleaded.
“Um, sure, but… Why?”
“I’m making her a surprise and it has to be a surprise. So she can’t know. Please just keep her busy and out of the Secondary Camp Hall until I tell you.”
“Well, sure I guess. You can count on me!” whispered Grover. “She’s practicing with her dagger. I’ll go keep her there for a while. Good luck!” Grover tried his best to look nonchalant as he scurried to Annabeth, and Percy made off to the Secondary Camp Hall.
Twenty minutes later saw Percy frantically cracking eggs, heating ovens, and mixing cake batter. Oh, and added blue food dye. Percy was adding a lot of blue food dye. He doubted that it would be coming off his skin before next week… but he didn’t really see why that was a problem, either.
Do you know what was a problem? The fact that he didn’t know how much flour to put in or how many eggs to crack or how hot to make the stove or how to grease the pan or how to mix the batter thoroughly or how much sugar to add or… It was driving him nuts! There was simply no way he was going to get this done in time! No way!
“Jackson, what in Hades are you doing?”
Percy spun around, quickly dragging a blue hand across his blue mouth. It didn’t make much of a difference. “Baking a cake. What do you want?”
Clarisse slowly and deliberately sat down on the nearest chair and began to polish her spear. “So you can’t even bake a cake, eh? And why are you doing it, anyway? You look awful. Like, more awful than usual. Which is saying something.”
As Clarisse waited for an answer and continued her polishing, Percy came to a sudden rash decision based off desperation and not a little panic. “I wanted to make a cake for Annabeth to celebrate getting together, but it’s not coming out right and if it’s not done then it won’t be a surprise. Look, I don’t know how to do this! But Clarisse, you’re a girl. You have to know SOMETHING about cooking! Please, Clarisse, you’ve got to help me!”
Clarisse rolled her eyes. “As I suspected. Look Jackson, I make war, not love. I’m no little lovesick, starry-eyed Aphrodite girl. But…” Clarisse continued. “I think I can help you out. But look here,” she said in a stern voice as she left out of her chair and pointed the tip of her spear at Percy. “I get you out of the mess you’ve gotten yourself into, you make sure this stays between you and me. You don’t tell anybody that I helped you. Hades, you don’t even tell anybody I saw you. You got that?”
Percy rose his hands above his head in mock surrender and nodded fervently. “I get it, I get it! But will you help me?”
With a sigh, Clarisse lowered her spear and set it against a wall. “Yeah. Now let’s get to work before Chase comes back.”
“Oh, thank you Clarisse, you won’t regret-”
“I better not. Now shut up and do as I say.” Percy jokingly zipped his mouth shut and got to work.

Return next Thursday for To Bake a Blue Cake: Part Three!

 
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Posted by on March 20, 2014 in *Le Fanfic, *Le Percy Jackson

 

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Tenses: the Past, Present, and Future

“I never look back, darling. It distracts from the now.” – Edna Mode, “The Incredbles”

Wise words, those. And very Christian, too. Think about it; what does the Bible say about looking back and paying mind to the now? There are many Bible verses on this same topic, and lets not forget Lot’s wife who looked back and became a pillar of salt. It can be easy to look back with worry or shame and forget to live and plan for the future, but that’s exactly what we need to do. The past is gone and nothing will change that. Better to focus on what you can do now to further your life later.

“Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present.”

 
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Posted by on March 17, 2014 in *Le Quotes

 

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To Bake a Blue Cake: Part One

To Bake a Blue Cake: Part One

Percy paced in his room anxiously, buried in a mess of tangled thoughts. It’d been a month since the Battle of Olympus, and he and Annabeth were officially boyfriend and girlfriend. Percy felt he should be doing something. Should he be doing something? What should he do? He didn’t know how to be a boyfriend! What are boyfriends supposed to do?
Standing in front of the giant Poseidon statue in his room, Percy continued to think out loud. “Well? What do you think, Dad?” The statue didn’t move. Apparently Poseidon had better things to do that day. “All right, all right. I need some serious help here.” But who to ask? He needed somebody on the inside. He needed a girl.
But Annabeth was the only girl he could ask about stuff like this. And it’s not like he could ask her. Percy snapped his fingers. He knew where to go.
Lacy. An Aphrodite girl, Lacy would know exactly what to do in this type of situation. And, unlike most Aphrodite girls (in Percy’s opinion at least), Lacy was a regular person. Not like—here Percy shivered—the new cabin leader, Drew. He’d have to steer clear of Drew while talking to Lacy.
The next morning, after breakfast and cabin inspection, Percy hid behind a tree near where he knew Lacy would be coming. As she came around he called to her. “Pss, Lacy, c’mere! It’s Percy, Percy Jackson?”
After looking around a bit Lacy stepped closer. “Of course I know who you are, silly. You saved the world and got a girlfriend all in one go! You’re all they’re talking about in the Aphrodite cabin. What I don’t know is, why are you talking to me?”
“Well, that’s just it. I got a girlfriend, and, well, I’m just not very good at this. What do boyfriends do? Do they do anything? C’mon, Lacy, you’re an Aphrodite girl! You’ve gotta know something! Help me out here!” Percy tried to keep his pitch down so that he wouldn’t attract attention, but the desperation in his voice was clear.
Lacy glanced around nervously but all the while smirked mischievously.
“What?” Percy asked. “What is it?”
Here Lacy blushed loudly. “You! You and Annabeth are my OTP, and now I actually get to help you out! But Drew can’t see us. I’d get in SO much trouble, you just have no idea.” Percy hadn’t a clue what the heck an “OTP” was, but he could only assume it was good. Probably some sort of Aphrodite code thing. But she was willing to help! That was a start.
“Oh, well, ok then. I don’t need to keep you for long. Just, what should I do?”
“Well, normally I’d say flowers, but flowers just don’t seem good enough for this particular ship. Do you have any special moments with her? You must have had some kind of a romantic scene already.” And how in Hades did boats work into any of this? Percy decided to just ignore it.
“Um, well, we did have the one underwater kiss, and-” He stopped halfway through when Lacy started jumping up and down.
“An underwater kiss? Oh, that’s so great! Ship, ship, ship! Ok, ok, I’m good now. Moving forward.”
“Um, and right before that she gave me a blue cupcake that she and Tyson had made. You know, for my birthday.”
Lacy snapped her fingers. “There you go! You need to bake Annabeth a blue cake to return the favor. Oh, it’ll be so romantic! And of course you have to be alone when you show it to her, and then you can offer to reenact the underwater kiss. That should do it.” Lacy looked to her left and right again and sheepishly waved. “I’d love to help, but Drew would just KILL me if she found out I talked to you. Good luck!”
As she quickly fled the scene, Percy waved. “Thanks!” he whispered loudly. Now to bake that cake. And apparently he needed to be alone when he showed it to her, which meant that she couldn’t know until he’d finished. Which meant he’d need somebody to distract her. Which meant…
Grover.

Return next Thursday for To Bake a Blue Cake: Part Two!

 
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Posted by on March 13, 2014 in *Le Percy Jackson

 

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Vulgarity and Wit

“Vulgarity is no substitute for wit.” -Grannie Grantham, “Downton Abbey”

I honestly can’t agree with this more. It speaks for itself. In today’s world, people will make an extremely crass “joke” and then the rest of the room will act like it’s the funniest thing in the world. Nowadays people tend to hide behind vulgarity and use it as a front so make them seem more clever, when really, vulgarity is not wit and is in no way wit. You’re proving your own immaturity, not your cleverness.

 
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Posted by on March 10, 2014 in *Le Quotes

 

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