How FAR would you GO?? Ohhh, you like what I did there? Okay, never mind then… would the owner of California plate KHA 170 please report to the garden centre so we can prune your front grill… talk about driving “green”. The title of this submission (Mosaïcultures Internationales de Montréal) from the California Polytechnic State Univeristy in San Luis Obispo was: Farmers: The People Who Feed the World.
The matchup that really matters today: #SuperBowl vs. #SuperbOwl
images: Bob Stocksdale (1913–2003), Footed Bowl, 1973, black walnut from California. Lent by the Sam and Alfreda Maloof Foundation for Arts and Crafts.
G. Haven Bishop, An owl on a perch, 1912, glass plate. Southern California Edison Photographs and Negatives. The Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens.
Frederick Hurten Rhead (1880–1942), Bowl, 1913–17, glazed earthenware with slip decoration. Courtesy of the Leeds Art Foundation.
[Owl], printed by L. Prang & Co., 1895, uncolored lithograph. Jay T. Last Collection of Graphic Arts and Social History. The Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens.
Maker unknown, Punch Bowl, undated, China, porcelain. Promised gift of Thomas H. Oxford and Victor Gail.
Harry Aleson, A Floating Owl, Dec. 1970, photographic print. The Otis Marston Colorado River Collection. The Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens.
Maker unknown, Punch Bowl, ca. 1720, England, tin-glazed earthenware. Promised gift of Thomas H. Oxford and Victor Gail.
Cover of John Martin’s Book, A Magazine for Little Children, published by John Martin’s House, Inc., 1913. Diana Korzenik Collection of Art Education Ephemera. The Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens.
Maker unknown, Bowl, 19th century, China, porcelain. The Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens.
John James Audubon, Plate CLXXI, Barn Owl, from The birds of America: from original drawings, 1833. The Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens.
Magnusson has always had everything she ever wanted in her life, except
for one thing. The boyish charm of her brother’s childhood friend had
wrecked her poor heart and ruined her for any other guy – you can
trust her, she has tried. She could see the way he looked at
her, though she knew there were rules about not hitting on your best
friend’s little sister. Luckily for her, there were no restrictions
when it was the other way around.
Word count: 1.3k
Warning: significant lack of Chris (sorry)
A/N: This one is short, but I feel like it was necessary to write a Will/Mara focused chapter. I didn’t think it would turn out this long, I first planned on making this the first part of a chapter and then have a Mara/Chris scene. But then I would have to cut the next scene in two, which I don’t want to do. Besides, I haven’t posted anything yesterday (a big thank you to all those who took the time to write me when I was feeling down) so I really wanted to post a little something today.
By the time
William came back with dinner, Mara had showered, dried her hair,
changed into something she wold have worn if she had actually been to
the cinema, and watched three times the trailer of a movie that
played today. She was covered, no matter what. The only sign of her
extra-curricular activities was the hickey on her collarbone, but she
fixed this problem with a turtle neck.
looked like he was seriously questioning if Mara was worth the whole
trip downtown just to buy sushi, but then she smiled and brought the
plates and the drinks to the living room, while he slouched down on
the couch, seemingly exhausted.
five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn’t have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.
now, harry has everything he could possibly want: he’s rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. but when said boyfriend proposes to him, he’s forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who’s spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him.
(or, an au based on the movie sweet home alabama.)
He turns to Harry. “Do you mind, like. Can I take a picture of your driver’s license?”
“Yeah,” Harry says easily, fishing his wallet out and presenting him with a California license to match his California plates. He has got an LA address, Niall notes as he snaps a picture. He’s got longer hair in this picture, waving down to brush his shoulders, a far sight from the short crop he’s got now. It looks just as good on him, he notes almost subconsciously.
He texts the picture to Louis as Harry puts the license away, give this to the police if I go missing…
What have you done Neil?? comes Louis’ answer quickly, but Niall ignores it, looks up to find Harry looking back at him.
“It’ll be fun.”
Harry tilts his head. “I never make promises. You’ll just have to trust me.” [Or, Harry’s a professional cross country road trip driver, and Niall is his latest fare.]
“Louis doesn’t take his eyes off Harry for the rest of his set. He doesn’t even drink his pint. He just watches, and listens, and is completely enraptured by this boy with his curls and his velvet voice. Harry plays a mixture of originals and covers (songs Louis loves, by the way, so he’s got great taste as well), and in between songs he’s cheeky and charming, and Louis is desperate to know him.“
Louis is an A&R rep, and Harry is a singer/songwriter. They meet on New Years Eve.
Just as Louis and Liam were starting out in the music industry, writing and producing for up and coming artists, a fateful meeting with new pop singer Harry Styles changes everything. Four years later, just as Harry is set to embark on his next world tour, a drunken confession causes a rift between once inseparable friends. As Harry tries to make sense of his feelings for Louis, he begins writing his next album to express them as it may be the only way to break through the walls that Louis has built between them.
It’s embarrassing how long it takes Louis to recognize his own song. Niall had sung it as a bright, hopeful love song, and that’s honestly how Louis had always assumed it should sound. But this new voice, slow and rough, stripped of any backing instrument, has infused the lyrics with just the tumultuous mix of fear and defiance that Louis can remember so clearly from the night he wrote them.
It’s not a comfortable thing, to feel like someone is singing all your secrets back to you.
Louis is a songwriter trapped in a lie that could ruin his best friend’s career. Harry owns a record store, distrusts everyone in the music industry on principle, but loves Niall Horan’s newest album. A modern retelling of Singin’ in the Rain.
The town itself is tiny, as evidenced by the ten minutes it’s taken Louis to drive the entire thing. There’s not a single recognisable brand in sight—no Tesco or McDonald’s or even a bloody Starbucks. Lining the streets instead are mom and pop stores with names like ‘Jerry’s Burgers’ and ‘The Market Basket’ and… “'Naked & Proud?‘” Louis almost slams on the brakes at the outlandish sign, the name written in a seemingly innocent font, words curved around a large cartoon peach. He can’t help turning into the carpark, easing the car into a spot next to a beat up truck.
He isn’t sure what to make of it. Surely it isn’t a strip joint or sex shop, not with the families and little old ladies going in and out of the establishment. Some kind of nudist hangout, perhaps?
And, oh, God. Did Louis’ mother accidentally send him to live in a nudist colony?
In which Harry runs an organic store, not a nudist colony, and Louis doesn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed.
i just got to work and i think ive already had my most annoying customer of the day. lady walks in and orders a single latte, but with just one pump of vanilla. as soon as shes finished paying and i start her drink, she goes “oh, and i said i wanted soy milk right? i want soy :)” and i explained oh thats usually extra, but ill let it slide bc the transaction was already over and im nice enough to not make ppl fish out 50 cents for their nut milk. as soon as i said she didnt need to pay she was like “oh and an extra shot :)))) and maybe a pump of hazelnut :))))))”
so at this point im like aight shes clearly trying to squeeze every bit out of this drink without paying for all the extra shit. one pump of vanilla? bish u were just trying to get the flavor without me ringing it up. so then i was like ok this is def gonna cost extra now and she paid the extra dollar.
i finish her drink and after all that bs she has the AUDACITY to get mad bc she apparently, at some point in time that i must have been fucking unconscious for, she had also said she also wanted it “for here”. in a mug. not a to-go cup. WHICH ALSO COSTS EXTRA. IM LOSING MY FUCKIN MIND AT THIS CHEAP BITCH WITH HER DESIGNER SUNGLASSES AND CALIFORNIA LICENSE PLATE, U CAN DEFINITELY AFFORD UR BULLSHIT LATTE. IF I EVER SEE UR CHEAP ASS HIPSTER ASS HALF SHAVED HEAD ASS ECLIPSE TOURIST ASS AGAIN IM GONNA MAKE UR DRINK W/ HALF A SHOT OF ESPRESSO AND GRIN WHEN U COME BACK UP TO THE COUNTER TO PAY FOR EXTRA SHOTS BC ITS NOT STRONG ENOUGH. GOD.