#Rice Park

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A small apology to any of the people who followed for Star Wars content only, I got a back log of art I haven’t posted to tumbles so that’s gonna happen in the next week or so. 

[dollyiia]

“fertilize us!!” my eggs scream in unison

[jaeyuned]

^‿^ hoonie

[fairytales-and-folklore]

My Mind Turns Your Life Into Folklore (I Can't Dare To Dream About You Anymore)

The Owl House » Huntlow

featuring art by the lovely @the-leftover-rice [1] [2] ♥️

Title: My Mind Turns Your Life Into Folklore (I Can't Dare To Dream About You Anymore)

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandom: The Owl House (Masterlist)

Relationship: Hunter | The Golden Guard x Willow Park

AO3 Rating: Teen & Up (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: The Golden Guard sees a glimpse into his future, his wife and children the spitting image of the pretty plant witch standing in front of him at this year's Covention, asking him to show her how to use a crystal ball.

She looks so familiar, but Hunter can't quite figure out where he knows her from, only that his future self is positively smitten — and honestly, it's not hard to see why. In the vision, she glances up at him, cheeks dimpling as she fixes him with a fond smile, and leans in to press a soft, sweet kiss against his lips that ignites a heat like a roaring fireplace inside his chest — both versions, current and future, affected. With a jolt, Hunter realizes why she looks so familiar — this woman, this absolute angel his future self adores with all his heart, is an older version of the witch currently standing in front of him, soft hands splayed over the edges of the crystal ball, dwarfed by his own clumsy, gloved hands wrapped around them. With a gasp, Hunter pulls back, thankful she can't see how utterly spellbound he looks beneath his mask.

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As Golden Guard in training, it's Hunter's responsibility to ensure that all of the stands for this year's annual Covention are running smoothly — so imagine his frustration when he rounds the corner to patrol the wing dedicated to the main nine, and discovers that the Oracle stand has been completely deserted. 

Fear prickles up the length of his spine as he glances around wildly, searching for a sign of where they might have gone, when his gaze lands on a witch smiling brightly up at a poster advertising for the plant coven, and all thoughts of Belos and potential punishments fall right out of his head.

She looks to be around Hunter's age, if the Hexside uniform is anything to go by — green sleeves and leggings, indicating she's studying plant magic — with short dark hair tucked back behind her ears, and bright green eyes framed by a pair of round-rimmed glasses. Cute is the word his useless brain supplies him with, though he's not sure why that's a necessary observational detail. Hunter's tongue suddenly feels too big for his mouth, a rush of heat making the inside of his coven scout mask almost stifling.

"Excuse me," he says, frowning when his voice cracks. "Would you happen to know where the attendant for this stand has gone?"

The plant witch turns to look at him, blinking at him in surprise, as though she's not used to being noticed, before turning to glance in the direction of the empty stand.

"I think I heard them say something about food poisoning before they rushed off to the bathroom," she says with a small shrug, her voice sweet and raspy in a way that makes Hunter's heart do a funny little somersault inside his chest.

"Though you'd think, given their focus, they'd have known not to eat the spider-crab cakes," she jokes, and Hunter surprises himself by huffing out a laugh.

"Well then, as the official guard of this Covention, it's my job to ensure you get the full experience," he says, puffing out his chest in an effort to appear confident and impressive. The plant witch smiles at him, and Hunter's face heats another ten degrees.

"So, oracle magic," he blunders on. "I— admittedly don't know much about it, but I think it involves crystal balls?"

Hunter glances down at the object in question, sitting in the middle of the table between them, dark purple mist swirling inside it like a slow motion cyclone.

"I think you have to be touching it," she says, taking a tentative step forward and reaching out to place her hands on either side of it at the exact same moment that Hunter does, fingertips accidentally brushing against one another's.

All at once, a vision unfurls inside Hunter's mind, clear as if it were a memory — an image of himself, maybe ten, fifteen years in the future. He's curled up on a couch in the middle of a cozy little living room bathed in soft earthy hues of green and gold, an exotic collection of potted plants covering nearly every available surface, hanging plants suspended from the ceiling like verdant chandeliers, reading aloud from a storybook to a little girl that's snuggled up beside him.

The girl, who couldn't be more than four or five years old, has light blonde hair pulled back into two short braids, freckles scattered across her chubby, sun-kissed cheeks, and a pair of big, round-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of her button nose. She's giggling, asking him to do funny voices, calling him papa. His future self happily obliges, reading out the next passage in a deep, booming scary monster voice that has the little girl roaring with laughter, beaming up at him with that same gap-toothed smile Hunter sports now.

Just then, a figure appears in the doorframe leading from the living room to the kitchen — a woman close to his age, with bright green eyes and a kind smile, spitting image of the little girl nestled in his arms, only with much darker hair — a soft shade of black that ignites in hues of midnight blue and forest green as she passes by the sunlit bay window. Tucked into her side is a baby boy with a fluffy mop of that same soft black hair, Hunter's signature forelock dangling between a pair of dark red eyes identical to his own.

The woman strolls over to the couch and settles in next to him, curling up under his other arm. She looks so familiar, but Hunter can't quite figure out where he knows her from, only that his future self is positively smitten — and honestly, it's not hard to see why. She glances up at him, cheeks dimpling as she fixes him with a fond smile, and leans in to press a soft, sweet kiss against his lips that ignites a heat like a roaring fireplace inside his chest — both versions, current and future, affected. 

With a jolt, Hunter realizes why she looks so familiar — this woman, this absolute angel his future self adores with all his heart, is an older version of the witch currently standing in front of him, soft hands splayed over the edges of the crystal ball, dwarfed by his own clumsy, gloved hands wrapped around them. With a gasp, Hunter pulls back, thankful she can't see how utterly spellbound he looks beneath his mask. 

"Whoah, that was so cool!" she exclaims. "I think I just did oracle magic!"

"What, uh…what did you see?" Hunter asks, trying his damnedest to sound politely interested, in spite of the desperate curiosity that has his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest.

"Well, it was a little blurry, so it was kind of hard to make out, but I think I might have just gotten a sneak peek at my future family!" she says happily, bright green eyes sparkling behind her black-rimmed glasses (huh, Hunter muses, in the future, they're gold.)

"I was in the kitchen, holding this adorable little baby boy in my arms, when I walked into the living room and saw a man curled up on the couch, reading a book of fairytales to a little girl I kind of just instinctively knew was my daughter. I can't explain how I knew they were my family, it was just this intrinsic feeling, you know?" she asks, and yes, Hunter thinks, swallowing thickly, he knows exactly what she means.

"I couldn't really see his face, but from what I can tell, my future spouse is a looker — tall, fit, same adorable fluffy blond hair as the little girl," she giggles, and oh, there's that funny flipping sensation in the pit of his stomach again. 

"It looked so nice. I can't wait to meet him someday," the plant witch — Willow, his brain supplies, a detail plucked from the future vision — exhales on an idyllic sigh, and Hunter forgets how to breathe.

"So do you think you'll consider a future in oracle magic?" he asks, trying desperately to keep his voice from shaking.

"Nah. Cool as that was — if it was even real — I think I'll stick to plants," Willow says with a cheerful shrug. "Thanks for the demo, though! I've gotta go catch up with my friends, but it was nice meeting you…"

"Hunter," he says without hesitation, and then wonders why he'd just given out something so personal to someone he barely knows.

"Hunter," she says, and warmth like a roaring fireplace spreads throughout his entire chest. "I'm Willow."

Willow.

"It was nice to meet you. Thanks again!" she calls over her shoulder, waving goodbye as she rounds the corner, headed in the direction of the auditorium. 

Hunter stares after her for what feels like hours, unable to shake himself out of his trance. His entire being has been shaken to the core. He'd seen everything so vividly, felt everything so potently. His future self was happy, so blissfully happy. Tired, but a good, satisfied kind of tired, and far less so than the kind of thankless exhaustion he feels now on a regular basis. It terrifies him how desperately he wants that future, how much he already wants her. Willow. The plant witch. His future wi—

Hunter's smile falters, giddy anticipation ripped out of him like cannon fire through the hull of a ship. Because the reality of it is that he can't. He can't want that. Hunter's future was already sealed long before he met her. He's dedicated his life to serving the Coven, serving Belos. The Titan has big plans for him. He can't let anything get in the way of that. It doesn't matter what he wants.

Later that evening, Hunter visits the head of the potions coven, and asks for an elixir to make him forget what he saw today. As he lays in bed, potion in hand, he thinks about her one last time — her bright green eyes, her kind smile, the sound of her laughter, the way she'd made him laugh so easily — with a bitter pang, Hunter realizes just how much of a rarity that is.

He doesn't even know her, but already adores her, in love with the potential of their future together, the life they've built together, their little family. A nice, happy, normal life. Something he can never have, bound as he is to the Emperor's Coven. He's not allowed to want anything else, nor should he. It's an honor to be granted the coveted title of the Golden Guard, to be chosen as the Emperor's right-hand man.

…isn't it?

Before he can change his mind, Hunter downs the potion in one grimacing swig, falls asleep, and forgets.

• • •

One year later, he's sitting in the cafeteria at Hexside, brand new schedule folded up under a stack of second-hand textbooks as he stares a hard line into the crystal ball propped up on the table in front of him. Hard as he tries, he can't seem to make anything appear in the swirling purple mist, and he's this close to dropping Intro To Oracle Magic when Willow walks in, takes the seat opposite him, and asks him what he's up to.

Hunter glances up at her, heart catching in his throat as she levels him with a smile, a soft pink hue blossoming in her dimpled cheeks, finger twirling around a lock of hair that's come loose from one of her braids. Cute, his stupid brain supplies, and feels his face grow hot, urgently telling it to shut up.

He's known the Captain for several months now, would've thought he'd eventually become immune to the special brand of heart-racing, heat-rousing, brain-fogging madness she stirs within him, but it only seems to worsen the more time he spends in her company. 

Once he's remembered how words work again, he tells her that, now that the coven system has officially been disbanded, and it's no longer illegal to study wild magic, he's decided he wants to study a little bit of everything, colorful Hexside uniform matching his honorary little sister Luz's — only, he can't seem to figure out how to get his crystal ball to show him anything.

"I think you have to be touching it," Willow says, and then immediately frowns, trying to figure out why this exchange feels so familiar. 

Hunter understands. He can feel it, too. Like déjà vu.

Willow shakes her head as if to clear it.

"Here, I'll show you," she offers, holding out her hands for Hunter to take. "We can do it together."

• • •

Twelve years later, Hunter is in his living room (though with the sheer amount of plants lined from wall to ceiling, it's really more like an indoor garden, he muses fondly) chasing around a little girl with light blonde hair pulled back into two short braids, sunlight glinting off the frames of her gold-rimmed glasses, the space between her two front teeth prominent as she shrieks and giggles in her efforts to evade capture.

"Gotcha," he says, scooping his daughter up into his arms and settling her back down onto the couch, adjusting Winter's glasses so that they're perched just so on the bridge of her freckled nose, before turning to the last-read page of her favorite storybook, a birthday present from her Uncle Gus.

He's in the middle of doing his best scary monster voice — a skill he picked up watching Auntie Luz and Amity read to her cousin Azura — when Willow strolls into the living room, greeting him with a kiss as she settles onto the couch beside them, little Caleb softly dozing in her arms.

[possible-streetwear]

Albin Julius - Boyd Rice - Douglas Pearce - David Tibet -   Southpark

[moonydrawsart]

^ master thief who stole food right out of my hand

[amberkendslacy]

The Vampire Lestat Novel - Parks and Rec Memes edition

[neverscreens]

— MEAN GIRLS, 4k trailers.

the caps has unfortunately a yellowish tone, as i didnt knew that my kmp was unregulated :(

GALLERY. Like or reblog if it was useful, every interaction shows us that we should keep making screencaps for y'all ♡

[geniusmember83]

headcannons

Okay so.

Here’s my headcannons/what I see.

In all AUs in the end Janis, Damien, Karen, Regina, Cady, and Gretchen end up as a friend group.

Lindsay’s Cady is much more calmer, and prefers to solve stuff peacefully, and Rachel’s Regina is more verbally a bully; is closeted, and has internalized homophobia. She’s mean (but not to mean, playful insults.) in an affectionate way to Cady. She often banters with Janis and compliments and spoils the former plastics a lot. 2004!Damien (idk the name lmao) is Rachel!Regina’s best friend. Like, genuinely. He’s her gay icon. Lacey’s Gretchen still seeks compliments from Regina and calls Amanda’s Karen “Kare-bear.” Amanda’s Karen constantly cuddles Lacey’s Gretchen.

Taylor’s Regina will hurt someone if they hurt her friends.  Yes, even Janis. Erika’s Cady always has to hold her back, but Barrett’s Janis just wants to watch. Ashley’s Gretchen and Taylor’s Regina constantly try to scare each other (in a friendly way.) Kate’s Karen is just overall really silly.

Reneé’s Regina gets easily jealous. Angourie’s Cady seems really shy and awkward, but if you hurt her friends, she WILL murder you. There has been cases where Auli’i’s Janis and Jaquel’s Damien had to hold her back because someone insulted them or the former plastics. Avantika’s Karen can choose very cute outfits. Like, she has a taste for cute stuff. And she likes candy. Don’t argue with me. Bebe’s Gretchen has adhd and keeps a diary. (VERONICA??)

For ships they’re all cadina.

Rachel’s Regina actually is pretty calm unless someone is flirting with Cady. If she thinks they’re maybe flirting she just wraps an arm around Lindsay’s Cady and Cady will lean into her touch. Lindsay’s Cady is usually really calm but beside Regina 24/7.

Taylor’s Regina gets easily jealous if it’s a boy. If it’s a girl- especially someone she knows, she’s completely… well, almost completely fine with it. She’s by Cady’s side every second she can be. Erika’s Cady is easily flustered but pretty energetic. She’s usually pretty amused whenever Regina becomes possessive.

Reneé’s Regina is in the middle of Rachel’s Regina and Taylor’s Regina. She can get jealous but is sort of reasonable about it. Angourie’s Cady can get jealous, especially if someone is flirting with Regina. She’ll turn passive aggressive or just pure aggressive.

also yes I ship Cadina and Gretchen x Karen.

[theglitterdome]

Red Sox player Jim Rice and 4 year-old Jonathan Keane - August 7, 1982 at Fenway Park, Boston

On this day in 1982, Red Sox infielder Dave Stapleton, stepped into the batter’s box and fouled a pitch sharply to the right, the hard-hit ball cracked young Jonathan Keane in the head, cutting open his left temple and fracturing his skull. Fearing it would take too long for paramedics to reach the boy, left-fielder Jim Rice leaped into the stands and picked up the unconscious child. Cradling Jonathan, Rice ran into the clubhouse, where he brought him to Red Sox team doctor Arthur Pappas in the trainer’s room. Pappas claimed he had never seen so much blood at Fenway. “Time is very much a factor once you have that kind of a head injury and the subsequent swelling of the brain. That’s why it’s so important to get him to care so it can be dealt with quickly" said Pappas. Keane was rushed to Boston Children's Hospital where doctors noted that Rice’s quick actions were instrumental in the boy's survival.

[mrtreefingersart]

Have old OC sketches I will never finish because they were completely self indulgent and DINKY. 

[chicago-geniza]

Anne Rice, wearing four shapeless layers and a cameo brooch, after declaring that she relates to the 'gay community's struggles' because she 'doesn't understand gender': "I think transsexuals have a lot to teach us spiritually :)"

[cinelestial]

Character posters for the upcoming musical adaptation MEAN GIRLS.

Releasing in theaters January 12th, 2024

[morally-gay584]

sometimes being a girl is just eating carrots with italian dressing because recreating the nibelheim incident due to being denied your food 5 times is wrong

[deadnburied13]

On this day in 1982, a line drive foul ball hits a four year old boy in the head at Fenway. The now Hall of Famer, Jim Rice, realizing that it would take EMTs too long to arrive and cut through the crowd, sprang from the dugout and scooped up the boy.

He laid the boy gently on the dugout floor, where the Red Sox medical team began to treat him.

When the boy arrived at the hospital 30 minutes later, doctors said, without a doubt that Jim's prompt actions saved the boy's life.

Jim returned to the game in a blood-stained uniform.

After visiting the boy in the hospital, he stopped by the business office and instructed that the bill be sent to him.

👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

What the food pantry on campus does:

- gives me snacks and drinks to supplement my regular groceries, breakfast stuff, maybe ingredients for 1-2 actual meals

What the food pantry is really bad at doing:

- giving me food I can make into proper meals for the week

Oh you want juice? Here’s 2 little juice boxes. Nothing else; they’re limited. You want pasta sauce? 1 can; limited. You want produce? 2 produce item limit, except for the apples which are starting to spoil. You can have all of those. You want frozen chicken? One container only. Oh, they’re all stuck together and frozen? Sorry, you can’t have two; no chicken, I guess. Pasta? One box only. Rice? Two small bags, max. Breakfast bars? Yeahhhh, those are a snack, and you can only have five snacks, total. But if you put those pop tarts back, you could have some! Oh, you want donuts instead? Sure! But that’s a bakery item, and you can only have one baked good, so you’re gonna need to put that bread back. You want ziploc bags? Here, have two. Not two boxes, two bags. Item limits. Sorry. You can come back next week!

How the fuck are people supposed to actually *use* these things for weekly meal planning if there’s not enough to last a week???

I swear I am grateful for these resources I’m sure they’re doing the best they can with what they have I’m just *frustrated*. I’m trying to spend less on groceries bc I can’t really afford them. It’s nice that the food pantry gives me these small portions to last me a couple days. But that still leaves several days with not enough food unless I’m really creative or go grocery shopping, and I simply do not have the energy or time to be really creative.