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blackhillsstationcampground · 9 months

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Seasons of Serenity for Camping Black Hills SD

Nature's masterpiece, the Black Hills of South Dakota, offers a symphony of beauty that changes with the seasons. From the warm embrace of summer to the tranquil stillness of winter, each season presents a unique opportunity for camping enthusiasts to immerse themselves in the splendor of this remarkable region. In this blog, we'll explore the seasonal escapes that camping Black Hills SD delivers a ton of adventure and thrills with the hand of “Black Hills Station Campground”

Summer:

As the sun blankets the Black Hills in warmth, summer unveils a vibrant canvas for outdoor enthusiasts. The dense forests and sprawling meadows come alive with wildflowers and chirping birds, setting the stage for unforgettable camping experiences. Whether you're hiking through Custer State Park's wooded trails, fishing in pristine lakes, campgrounds Sturgis South Dakota for bike riding, or simply basking in the golden sunsets, summer offers a plethora of activities to create lasting memories.

Autumn:

As summer bids farewell, autumn sweeps in with its enchanting display of colors. The campgrounds near Rapid city SD transform into a masterpiece of red, orange, and gold as the leaves change, creating a serene and breathtaking atmosphere. Fall is the perfect time to embark on leisurely hikes through Spearfish Canyon, where waterfalls glisten against the backdrop of fiery foliage. Campfires become cozier, and the crisp air invites moments of reflection and connection with nature.

Winter:

While camping Black Hills SD in winter, a sense of tranquility blankets the landscape. The woods are adorned with a pristine layer of snow, inviting adventurous souls to explore the trails in a different light. Cross-country skiing and snowshoeing become popular activities, allowing you to experience the serenity of the Hills in its most peaceful form. Camping in the winter offers a unique chance to experience solitude and witness the beauty of nature's quiet side.

Spring:

As the chill of winter gives way to the gentle warmth of spring, the Black Hills, especially campgrounds near Rapid city SD experience a renewal like no other. The snow melts, revealing lush meadows and babbling streams, while the aroma of blossoming wildflowers fills the air. Spring is a time of rebirth, making it the perfect season for observing wildlife in their natural habitat. The Hills come alive once again, and camping in the Black Hills during this time allows you to witness the awakening of nature firsthand.

Year-Round Camping Destinations:

1. Sylvan Lake Campground:

This picturesque campground offers a variety of camping options, from tent sites to cabins. Surrounded by towering pines and the shimmering waters of Sylvan Lake, it's a popular choice for campers seeking a serene retreat.

2. Black Elk Peak Campground:

Perched near the summit of the Black Elk Peak, this campground offers stunning panoramic views year-round. Hiking to the peak is an experience like no other, offering a perspective that changes with each season.

3. Roughlock Falls Campground:

Tucked within the embrace of Spearfish Canyon, this campground offers a tranquil setting and access to beautiful trails and waterfalls. The Black Hills of South Dakota invite you to embark on a year-round journey of seasonal escapes. Whether you're drawn to the vibrant adventures of summer, the captivating colors of autumn, the serene solitude of winter, or the renewal of spring, each season offers its own magic. Camping Black Hills SD is an opportunity to witness the ever-changing beauty of nature and find solace in its embrace, regardless of the time of year. So pack your gear, embrace the changing seasons, and create memories that will last a lifetime in this enchanting corner of the world.

#campgrounds near rapid city sd #campgrounds sturgis south dakota #camping in the black hills #camping black hills sd

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bmorefashionnerd · 8 months

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LL Cool J, Master P, Foxy Brown & Lauryn Hill

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niko-jpeg · 8 days

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Originally, Shadow 05 was not going to be in this au. But then I came up with the funniest possible way to include it in the story, and I couldn’t help myself. So you know how Camp Green Hill is set up like an animated series, with seasons and episodes and such? Well, I present to you Camp Green HIll: Shadow the Hedgehog, a post canon movie spinoff featuring our beloved moody hedgie and his adventure of accidental self discovery. The details are a little in the air right now, since I’m still finishing the base plot of CGH itself, so doodle explanations under the cut <3

Title Drop: First doodle of the batch I made, featuring Shadow and Rouge. They still work together under GUN post canon, and are cool and badass and etc. Slight design changes to Rouge because I wanted to, and Shadow rocks the button up and suit jacket combo. And yes, of course, he still has a gun.

I Can’t Draw Omega: I tried. And it did not go well, I’m so sorry Omega truthers.

Weird Way to Meet Your Dead Beat Dad: I saw this scene vividly. After the opening sequence, Rouge and Shadow are going back to the apartment, only to be met by Shadow’s alien dad, who he does not remember.

In the Lab, All Alone: This one’s more of a stretch, a vibe doodle if you will. I wanted to draw him in emotional distress, so I stuck him back on the Ark in the classic shitty hospital gown while he tries not to cry tears of frustration. Why? Because I said so. I don’t think it’ll make the final cut, but I had fun drawing it anyway.

Sonic and Tails: As I said, this au takes place post canon! Now Sonic is 18, and Tails is 14! Shadow is 19 himself. However, because of just how many times Sonic has gone super, he’s begun to physically change a little. While coming down from being super has its emotional fallouts, he’s done it so many times he’s begun to grow electric yellow fur on his ears, hands, feet, and around his eyes. It also seems to be on his quills, strangely. Tails is as nerdy as ever, clearly.

Super Shadow: Unfortunately, Shadow goes super every once in a blue moon too, and it too is beginning to manifest. While at the moment the third eye is just a temporary thing while super, there's no saying if it may stick around if he does it again. A note on that as well: the only Hedgie that doesn’t go Super more than once is Silver. This is intentional, on his part, as while he was super, he found it quite a challenge to keep himself under control and has avoided it since. Who knows what his manifestations may end up looking like.

Expressions: A surprised (though not unhappy) Shadow, contrasted with a visibly aggressive Shadow.

Cuddle Pile: Request from the stream. Coming down from being super has its downsides, and a pretty rough mental fallout. Being a god for an hour doesn’t leave a guy unscathed, y’know. While Silver resists it initially (for various plot reasons), eventually the two are able to convince him to join the emotional recovery party Sonic’s closer friends throw him when he goes super. This usually includes blanket time, as seen here.

Post Credits Shenanigans: I have this very vivid scene in my brain that would take place after the events of the story. Earlier, Sonic gushes about how cool he thinks Shadow actually is, under all the bitey rough exterior. Rouge, naturally, gets a recording and after everything is said and done plays it for him. This obviously flusters him. Please excuse the poorly edited blush, I realized I forgot to turn that layer back on only after I had saved the file. Oops.

Remember, asks are open for the characters themselves, or about the au <3

#Sonic the Hedgehog #Camp Green Hill #Shadow the Hedgehog #Shadow 05 #Shadow the Hedgehog 2005 #Rouge the Bat #Black Doom #Miles Tails prower #Silver the Hedgehog #Lots of Super lore lately #niko.jpeg #enjoy!!

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virtie333 · 25 days

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An absolutely perfect day!

My barn owner is hosting a horse camp this weekend; most of her clients are Lakota. We also now have a gate that is locked overnight, but I fortunately have a code to the padlock, so I can still get in before they unlock it at 7 (I'm usually there between 4:30 and 5!). This was my view as I left at sunrise.

Hope's first trip up in the Hills and Jackson's first ride in Hope. He likes the sunroof!

Storm Mountain

These guys were parked next to me when we got back to the lot. They weren't there when I got there, so I'm going to assume they saw my stickers and knew I was one of them. LOL

#personal #long post #hiking #jackson the adventure hound #black hills #sunrise #lakota horse camp #star wars nerd

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a-bi-disaster · 2 years

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My favorite Steddie tropes

(Why the fuck a 3-month-old ship has enough tropes for me to rank them again?)

Future!AU. Best be about 10 years after they finally defeated Vecna, all the kids are already graduated and have jobs scattering around America. Steve would always be the last one to leave Hawkins behind. I always imagine Steve would be some kind of teacher, just working with kids in general. Maybe he would go to community college and work his way up to his master in education and then find a job teaching elementary students. Maybe he would be a basketball coach for school. Eddie might be whisked away by the government. And he would totally be something like a rock star or a writer, and a famous one at that. His imagination, theatrical tendencies topple up with what he actually went through is the combo for something so beautiful and captivating. I even have a list of what I think all the kids would do once they actually grow up...

Disaster bi! Steve and Confident gay! Eddie. Do I even have to SAY ANYTHING ELSE? I should just write “Canon Steddie” instead lmao. A plus if Eddie is a soft dom and do a whole Power Point introduction to BDSM for Steve.

Time loop trope. (Is this a trope? It should be. Everyone should be writing Steve going through a time loop hundreds of time to try and save his family)

Dustin finds out Steve and Eddie are dating by accident. Imagining seeing your parents bang it out, I’m not even gonna blame Dustin if he become homophobic after this.

Eddie just keeps running away (figuratively and literally) and Steve just keeps chasing him.

OMG THEY ARE RIVAL CAMP COUNSELORS

Steve, by some magic (mostly his blinding love for that one metalhead), agreed to play DnD. He and Eddie flirt through their characters the whole night. The kids hate it.

They both get nightmares and seek each other out.

Highschool AU, they met/fucked/dated/became friends before the events in Season 4 happened.

Vampire!Eddie and Werewolf!Steve. Sorry not sorry.

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graphicpolicy · 15 days

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Kingpin forms the Sinister Six, Ultimate She-Hulk, and more this August in Marvel's Ultimate Universe!

Kingpin forms the Sinister Six, Ultimate She-Hulk, and more this August in Marvel's Ultimate Universe! #comics #comicbooks

Everyone is talking about Marvel Comics’ Ultimate Universe! Packed with fascinating versions of iconic Marvel characters and set in an unfamiliar world that was crafted by the Maker to be free of super heroes, Marvel’s new Ultimate line has been a mega success—demanding multiple printings, capturing the excitement of longtime readers, and providing exciting entry points for new fans! Each…

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#bryan edward hill #comic books #Comics #deniz camp #dike ruan #jonathan hickman #juan frigeri #marco checchetto #marvel #peach momoko #stefano caselli #ultimate black panther #ultimate comics #ultimate spider-man #ultimate x-men #ultimates

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screamscenepodcast · 11 months

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Your hosts take on CLUE (1985, Lynn) for their last monthly horror adjacent bonus episode - the movie based on the game based on old cozy mystery thrillers! We run down the stellar cast and explain the board game's history.

Context setting 00:00; Synopsis 46:40; Discussion 56:15

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mackmp3 · 1 year

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Songs Called Intro

I was compling the 'songs under two minutes' post and released that I already knew three songs called Intro, which made me think of DVD Menu, which I love as a title because DVD Menus, the nostalgia, which got me thinking I should compile a list. I'm sure there are a lot more but here is what I knew / found and liked - songs called Intro/Introduction, by:

Sigur Ròs

Sonic Youth

Plastic Tree

the xx

Black Country, New Road

alt-j

Ms. Lauryn Hill

Nick Drake

Silver Jews

(and few that otherwise let you know it's the start of the album)

Prelude - Nico

Opening Title - Graeme Revell

DVD Menu - Phobe Bridgers

Introduction (Titles) - Danny Elfman

The Opener - Camp Cope

Opener - Ill Considered

Opener - Lordofon (yeah I know it's in Polish but I just found this song and it's a vibe)

and just for good measure -

Outro - Tash Sultana

Outro - Marlin's Dreaming

I dunno I just find a lot of these really peaceful... (not Camp Cope so much but it's cool so it's going on the list)

playlist - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3n06PHXCkmFEqUlEv1Qz0Q

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gingerbreadmonsters · 2 years

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i think about vampire puns for the solaire clan every single day send tweet

#redacted asmr #i mentioned in 'mad or sublime' that alexis calls fred and bright 'baby bloodsuckers' bc she's so much older than them #but that is the tip of the iceberg im telling you #SAM CALLS THEM 'ANKLE BITERS' I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL #TELL ME HE DOESN'T #lovely makes jokes about vincent turning into a bat at any and all opportunities #this is actually in my vincent wip lol #i default to 'batsman' bc my first thought is cricket #but just 'batman' is equally funny #this is the dichotomy of vincent solaire #either the inherent ridiculousness campness and strange dignity of cricket whites #or all black all leather emo boy (a la robert pattinson batman)

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petsincollections · 1 year

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Mules skidding logs, undated

Caption: "Artillery mules from Ft. Meade skidding logs. Tornado area in background. Custer sawmill camp. Harney."

Black Hills National Forest Historical Collection

Digital Library of South Dakota

#mules #digital library of south dakota #black hills national forest #logging #skidding logs #custer sawmill camp #mules working #black hills state university

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605speaks · 4 months

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605 Speaks chats with Chris from Bigfoot South Dakota. Monday, February 19th 7pm CST / 6pm MST

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#south dakota #605 speaks #sioux falls #bigfoot #cryptid #adventure #hiking #camping #meade county #meade #wild west #wildlife #black hills #badlands

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blackhillsstationcampground · 9 months

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Adventurous Black Hills Camping RV

Seeking a perfect Black Hills camping RV? The scenic location offers stunning views, plenty of space for your RV, and all the amenities of “Black Hills Station Campground” you need for a comfortable stay. With easy access to hiking trails, fishing spots, and other outdoor activities, you'll never run out of things to do. Plus, our friendly staff is always available to help make your stay as enjoyable as possible. Don't miss out on the camping experience of a lifetime - book your spot at our Black Hills RV park today! Kindly click on the link here https://blackhillsstation.com/

#Black Hills Camping RV

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musicdreamscape · 11 months

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BOOT CAMP CLIK - WOTCHA CALL STRENGTH

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Back to the past!

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virtie333 · 24 days

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I love this sound

#Horse camp #Lakota #South Dakota #Black Hills

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sayoneee · 4 months

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☆ AND I KNOW IT’S OVER (STILL I CLING)

percy jackson, who never seems to know when to quit, keeps coming back. (2.9k)

contains: percy jackson x daughter of minor god! reader. post tlo (alt universe - everyone lives). book percy descriptions. apollo (derogatory).

kashaf’s note: book percy descriptions bc that was my first love. (sry if i get some of the words wrong, english isnt my first language pls be patient!!)

SUMMER BURNS. at camp half-blood, the scorching heat has dwindled to soft caresses, from the heat of the fire during sing-alongs where your cabin joins hands and toasts marshmallows to the cool breeze balming the sun’s glare at its zenith in the sprawling strawberry fields. at home, the scorching heat leaves marks — the biker with flames for pupils who clutched an openly bleeding wound as he thrust a first-aid kit at you, and the girl not much older than yourself with tears marring her face as she handed you a pregnancy test to ring up, avoiding your curious (sympathetic) gaze.

however, despite it all — you stand infallible, much like your grandfather’s part convenience store and part pharmacy, a poor man’s family heirloom.

you stand idly, flipping through an edition of seventeen when the rusty door swings open to admit a familiar face — with unruly black hair and an equally reckless grin (you know exactly who it is from the ba-dum of your heartbeat), the infamous son of poseidon (with the same smile as shawn hunter from boy meets world) is easily recognizable.

you glance at the crimson blooming around the crevices of his knuckles, tightly gripping a faded and worn-out skateboard, his scruffy converse squeaking across the tiled floor, raising an eyebrow as you coolly say, “band-aids are in the back, on the right.”

jackson laughs, an all-consuming sound (the wind-blown half-blood hill where apollo seemed to smile down at you, the laughter, like the memory, evanescent), “thanks, doc.”

you discreetly watch him perusing the aisles, before stopping in front of the ancient fridge — your grandfather’s store was something of an 80s pompeii with the peeling posters of back to the future and motley crue and the antiquated maroon and cream color scheme — and pulling out an arizona green tea.

when he finally goes to look for band-aids, you attempt to fix your attention back on the magazine in your hands, but like a moth driven to a flame, percy jackson was unbelievably hard to look away from (a magnet among mortals and immortals alike).

jackson’s hands are on his hips, his tupac t-shirt creasing, thick brows furrowed as he decides between different types of candy with the same intensity as a single mother with two children and a nine-to-five (even in the mortal world, there is something else entirely about him, something that made it so that you could never truly write him off).

when he approaches the register again, it’s hard not to look up and watch his ascent. when he finally does come to a stop in front of you, he looks the same as he did the last summer, though the tiny silver trident earring is new, the camp beads resting peacefully atop his collarbones aren’t.

you ring up his items: a box of band-aids, the arizona green tea, and a pack of blue gummy sharks, looking away from him all the while.

“good to see ya, doc,” jackson says, a wry grin on his face, and his eyes are so green — as green as they were at twelve.

“it’s never good to see you, jackson,” you snark back, reciting his total, “four ninety-five, by the way.”

he laughs again (your heart goes ba-dum again), and hands you a five dollar bill, shoving his things into the seemingly bottomless pockets of his baggy jeans, with a salute on his way out (his turning back was a sight far more innocuous than the last time).

the next time jackson breaks whatever tacit agreement lies between the two of you, your hands are similarly stained. reds and purples line your palms, much like the burgundy seemingly permanently staining your grandmother’s fingertips; the culprit (the bowl of pomegranate seeds) sits innocently beside you.

“back again?” you say, glancing at the familiar scarlet stains adorning jackson’s hands (a familiar blue friendship bracelet sits on his wrist, edges frayed with five years of wear, and there’s a lump in your throat).

“why, did you miss me?” jackson asks, again with that wry grin of his, skateboard in hand.

“you’re the one who came back,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest, willing the constricting feeling to disappear.

“doc, i’m sorry to have to be the one that has to break this to you,” he sighs sympathetically, putting a bleeding hand over his heart, “but the sun doesn’t revolve around you.”

“actually, jackson, the sun kind of does revolve around me, ‘cause y’know apollo, the sun god apollo? my grandpa apollo? my grandpa, the sun god, apollo?”

“going by your logic, that would mean time revolves around me, ‘cause y’know kronos, the time titan kronos? my grandpa kronos? my grandpa, the time titan, kronos?” jackson says, a shit-eating grin on his face as he sets down another band-aid box, an arizona green tea, and a pack of blue gummy sharks on the counter.

“y’know, if you cared this much, you might’ve passed greek,” you say, referring to the progress report cards you were handed at the end of summer.

he shrugged, handing you another five dollar bill, and proceeding to shove everything into his black holes of jean pockets, “yeah, well — wait, are those pomegranates?”

“yeah,” you say, “i peeled them myself — do you want some?”

(your father liked these, your grandmother had said earlier this afternoon, your mother liked to peel them for him, as i peeled them for her, and your grandfather.)

jackson suddenly looked bashful, fidgeting with the hem of his a tribe called quest t-shirt, “i’ve never had pomegranates before,” he confessed.

you blinked, taken aback, “you’re seventeen years old and you’ve never eaten a pomegranate before?” you pushed the china bowl toward him, “now you have to eat it.”

“my mom liked telling me the myths when i was younger,” he begins, setting down his skateboard, and reaching for the spoon before halting, like he was shocked, “she told me about persephone —”

“jackson,” you say, sardonically, leaning over the register to look him in the eye (there was always a storm brewing in his eyes), “i promise you, hades won’t come out of the ground and drag you to the underworld if you eat the pomegranate seeds i peeled.”

“i know what my next sleep paralysis demon is gonna be — thanks to you,” jackson says, looking down at the bowl and its floral blue pattern around the edges, playing with the spoon, and shifting the seeds from side to side.

“percy jackson, i swear to asclepius, you’re missing out on pomegranates,” you say, coming out from behind the register, and looking percy in the eye again, and there is something so earnest, so raw about your next sentence that his breath catches, “and, i swear on the styx, if hades does somehow come out of the ground to drag you down to the underworld, i’ll come down myself to drag you out, even if it’s tartarus.”

a rumble of thunder can be heard overhead despite the clear sky and scalding sun; percy blinks, before breaking out into a slow grin (your stomach seems to grow wings of its own, on the verge of flight.)

“invoking your dad, huh, doc? these pomegranates must be serious,” percy says, finally taking a bite — stepping around the bomb you just dropped.

you watch him intently, studying him as you studied tennyson and homer, “they are that serious.” there is something innocent about the way he eats, starved like every other teenage boy with black holes for stomachs.

“y’know, i can put that into a tupperware container and you can take it with you, right?” you offer.

“really?” percy asks through a mouthful of seeds, looking up from the bowl at you, “won’t you think i’ll steal it or something?”

“not really,” you shrugged, “i trust ms. jackson.”

percy nods solemnly — sally jackson is sally jackson after all, a queen among women, and an achilles of sorts, with her soft smile and steely eyes.

steeling your nerves, this is already the longest conversation you’ve had (ignoring the forever-ago late-night debriefs under a firmament of stars), you step up to the plate and take a swing, “how is she, by the way, haven’t seen her in a while.”

percy swallowed, eyebrows furrowing, “great — oh, wait, did i tell you she was seeing someone new now?”

“no way, really? good for her, honestly. i know, poseidon’s a god and all, but like, she’s always deserved just, so much more.” (you manage to make contact with the change-up thrown your way.)

there is something so sincere about your words, that percy can’t help but grin back, finally reaching the depths of his sea-green eyes, and there is something still so boyish about him, that you can hardly believe any time has passed at all, and that somewhere within this demigod who successfully defeated kronos, while saving luke, there is still a semblance of your percy.

“yeah, the guy, paul blofis, he’s an english teacher — absolutely worships the ground she walks on.”

“sounds perfect for her.”

“you should come over some time — see her, meet paul, y’know,” percy offers, still funneling spoonfuls of pomegranates, meeting your gaze head-on (this is the home run you were waiting on).

you grinned, a slow smile overtaking your face, pushing your hands in the pockets of your jeans, “might just take you up on that, before you change your mind.” (you’re leaving the ball in his hands now; it’s up to him to tag you out or let you reach home base safely.)

“nah, i won’t change my mind, unlike someone else i know.”

you ignore the jab (a smaller, suppressed part of you itches to shoot a reply back), instead choosing to focus on the hesitant hand of friendship being offered — as your father liked to say, keep moving forward.

you shrugged, and you swear, for a second you think the intensity of his gaze has lessened, almost as if disappointed. almost as if mentally shaking it off, percy hands you the china bowl back, empty, running a hand through his shaggy hair with a sheepish grin.

you smiled wryly, glancing down at the bowl and back to his face. “fatass,” you say, affectionately, and then almost freezing, wondering if you somehow overstepped the invisible lines constricting you.

percy laughs — a green light.

“lucky for you, though,” you say, disappearing behind the register for a moment before reappearing with a tupperware container filled with peeled pomegranates, “i peeled more.”

you hold it out to him, and he glances down at your outstretched hand, then at your face, before seemingly making up his mind, and accepting the olive branch, “you’re really committed to seeing my mom, huh?”

“well, obviously — the other alternative would be seeing you, wouldn’t it?”

“aw, c’mon, doc, i know you missed me,” percy says, a bit smug, picking up his skateboard, the tupperware container in his other hand (the one he still wears your bracelet on).

“in your dreams, jackson.” there is a peal of odd laughter in your voice as if you were unused to this kind of jocularity when fumbling over his name.

“in my dreams, we do more than just argue,” percy says, with one last smug smile and salute, before walking out the door, leaving you behind in the worst state of confusion you’ve possibly suffered (percy jackson: 1, you: 0).

(your grandmother admonishes you later that evening as you stand beside her stooped figure at your kitchen counter, peeling pomegranates, you gave the rest of it to that boy, didn’t you? her voice is not scolding, but you feel like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar once more. your immortal grandfather, the nuisance that he is, stands in the doorway, hands in an 80s leather jacket and matching sunglasses, waiting to be welcomed in. in contrast, his son — your father — brushes past him, grumbling, and takes on your grandmother’s burden.)

the analog clock reads ten fifty-five as you start mopping the floor, yawning when the front door swings open with a jingling bell, and a sharp metallic smell wafts into the store.

you whirl around, gripping the mop in your hand as a baseball bat, immediately alert as your demigod reflexes come into play. you physically relax at the sight of percy clutching his side, crimson pooling on the edges of his white t-shirt.

“of course you would attack a man when he’s injured,” percy says with a grin, blood dripping from a gash over his eye (luke had returned to camp some years ago, with a similar scar), and a split lip, collecting like rust on his t-shirt collar.

you scowled, dropping the mop and immediately rushing toward him, your healing instincts kicking in. lifting one of his arms and letting it curl around you, you shouldered him to the register, cringing with every audible wince percy let out.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” you asked, as you sat him on your stool, reaching for the ambrosia and nectar you kept hidden under the counter for emergencies (one could never be too careful).

percy grinned — it came out more of a grimace, “what isn’t wrong with me — that’s the question you should be asking, doc.” he nodded to himself, and then immediately cringed at the action.

you glared at him, shoving an ambrosia square in his mouth, before turning away from him to put antiseptic on cotton pads. “does ms. jackson know you’re here?”

“no?” percy says. you walk over to the fridge, grab a water bottle, unscrew the cap, and drench the part of his t-shirt covered in blood.

“ow? in case you forgot, i’m still injured here, doc?” percy clutches at his side.

“you dumbfuck, your mom is probably worried out of her mind right now,” you say, scowling, stepping closer to percy (he still towers over you, even when sitting down).

“i iris messaged her,” he shrugs, looking at you as you shift even closer to him, cotton pad in your hand, “she just knows i’m with you — pretty relieved at that, dunno why.”

reaching out to grasp his jaw in your hand, you begin dabbing at the bruises on his cheekbones, his eyes fluttering shut as you try to ignore the way his hot breath is fanning across your face right now. “you didn’t tell her what happened?”

percy opened his eyes, staring at you. “no, how could i?” he says, slowly, “you were her favorite — still are, by the way.”

you don’t say anything for a moment — after all, how could you? (sally jackson’s homemade cookies drift to the front of your treacherous mind — the sunny afternoons with her kind voice, and percy’s loutish laughter.)

“you didn’t come to see her,” percy says, the statement not accusatory, his eyes fluttering shut again (you try not to let the way his eyelashes sit so prettily distract you) as you dab at the gash over his eye.

“i didn’t think i was welcome,” you say gruffly, turning away to grab bandages. “after everything.”

while the deeper wounds have eased into far easier, superficial ones, you still make sure to wrap and bandage everything — percy had a penchant for getting into trouble (one that you knew all too well), so it was the least you could do.

“i just told you that you were welcome, last time i was here, didn’t i?” percy says, an accusation.

“yeah, well, it was hardly an invitation was it?” you say, turning away from him, packing your supplies up.

“doc, you didn’t even come to take your tupperware back.”

you ignore him, moving to walk away when his hand is enclosed around your wrist (the hand that wears your blue friendship bracelet), tugging you around to face him.

percy’s standing up now, his green eyes looking more like a swirling storm with each passing second — he still hasn’t let your wrist go.

“what do you want from me?” you ask, trying to snatch your hand back from him, to no avail — his grip is ironclad.

“i can’t let you walk away with your back turned to me again,” he says (the dim, lantern-lit night comes back into focus, and you wonder if you were too consumed by your own pride, if you had just turned around, if you had just stayed).

you realize too late that tears are pricking in the corners of your eyes, and you manage to successfully wrench your hand out of his grasp, a watery, sarcastic laugh escaping, “you’re a couple years too late, asshole.”

“i know that,” percy says, earnest, reaching out to cup your cheek, and wipe a stray tear (the action stuns you into paralysis), “but i miss you, and my mom misses you, and she hasn’t gotten off my case about you, yet.”

the thought of tender-hearted sally jackson scolding percy is an amusing one, and draws a laugh out of you against your will (percy’s smile grows a little brighter, and asclepius knows you’ve never been able to resist that smile of his), “i’ll come over for ms. jackson, not you.”

percy’s smile is even wider now (his hand is still ghosting your cheek), “same thing.”

“shut up,” you say swatting at his shoulder, trying to duck out from under his arms.

percy avoids your attempts to escape him, instead latching onto your hand, and pulling you out of the store. “c’mon, she’s expecting us for dinner.”

you let out an incredulous laugh, and let yourself be dragged out anyway (you would follow this boy anywhere, even to the depths of tartarus).

(your grandmother watches from the apartment window above the store, a soft smile gracing her lined features.)

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