At the Bottom of the Box was Hope

A selection of photos from photographer Charles Fréger’s “Wilder Mann”, a visual catalog of the “savage” archetype as it exists in European folk traditions.

“These images, like archetypes, half-man half-beast, animal or vegetable, resurface from the  depths of time on the occasion of ritualistic, pagan or religious festivals, celebrating the cycle of the seasons, the fat days, carnival or the eve of Easter. In the common fund of the European rural societies, these characters or emblematic animals represented protective figures or symbols of fertility. Today they evoke an imaginary, impulsive and physical world where everyone perceives an ancestral relationship with nature where the springs of our animality and sometimes the regressive desire inherent in some of our behaviors emerge.”

I love the depth and breathe of the characters and the materials used to create them. Fur, straw, seeds, leaves and a host of other natural materials evoke the distinctly natural (some would say, primal) role these creatures play in European folk mythology. Many of these characters and the traditions they’re part of are explicitly pagan, still evolving personages dating back to a pre-Christian Europe.   

You can also see the way these folkloric costumes influence character design across every single narrative genre from films to video games. If you’re a costume designer, concept artist, or animator attempting to create something dramatically primal, I can think of a few better places to start for visual inspiration than Fréger’s book. 

Photos + copyright belongs to Charles Fréger in their entirety. Quoted section from the website of Charles Fréger.

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It has been 3 years of genocide in Gaza, and people like my friend @mohdayesh are still trapped in Gaza with no escape from their treacherous daily life.

Mohammed's wife is pregnant and to this day dealing with the pain of having a bullet lodged in her chest. And Mohammed is bearing the responsibility of trying to keep his family taken care of to the best of his abilities with the limited resources he can get his hands on.

Mohammad and I often spoke of his desires to start a life for himself and his wife outside of the war zone, away from the genocide, where they can finally have a taste of safety and security. There is nothing more that I want than the ability to snap a finger and help him achieve their dreams, but unfortunately that's not within my power. All I can do is plead with you to help.

Mod'd is my friend and someone I've been working with for the past 3 years to ensure that you can trust where your money is going and weed out harmful actors taking advantage of the crisis in Gaza. And he has worked tirelessly to that end. He often doesn't ask for help for himself because he wants to see others thrive, but now he has a wife and a child on the way and he can't sit and watch as they suffer in this genocide.

He is trying to reach a preliminary goal of £3,000 on his gofundme, and has reached £2,046/£3,000 up until the time I'm writing this post.

But you can also help via his paypal!

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some of my favourite indigenous artists, in no particular order:

Inuit artists:

the jerry cans (esp their album Inuusiq)

beatrice deer

twin flames

Māori artists:

jordyn with a why

Indigenous australian artists:

tilly tjala thomas (i particularly love ngai yurlku nhiina)

kardajala kirridarra (srlsly check out ngajabu (Grandmother's Song))

And one of her own:

Oh and of course there's also the HU and Bloodywood for people who like more rock and metal mixed in:

Darkaside is a Papuan metal band

Shepherds Reign is a Samoan metal band

You've got Blackfire (not to be confused with the equally good Australian Aboriginal band Blackfire):

With some Indigenous medicine man music:

As well as Dead Pioneers:

“But now,” Qui-Gon adds, “I see that is letting fear direct my path. “It’s typical Shadow work. Embedding ourselves into a ring of criminals selling fake Bacta with fake medical licenses to poor beings and rural hospitals in the Outer Rim. I will be accepting it. I think you and Obi-Wan need time apart from one another. For his sake and for yours.” 

In a surprising display of inelegance, his master’s mouth drops open. Qui-Gon goes cold, but he won’t scrabble and scratch to soothe Dooku. He must not fear his master’s darkness. He must trust in the light that has held sway over him for many, many years. His master chose the light when he had a choice. This temper, these choices, do not mean his doom, and Qui-Gon must choose Obi-Wan over his own terror at his master slipping.  

“You’re taking him away from me?”  

The lowness of his master’s voice, the inflexible durasteel tone, scares Qui-Gon Jinn not at all.  

“I’m taking him on a long mission, which is normal for his training. I’m not putting it to you this way because I don’t care. I’m putting it to you this way because I do. We swore to one another that we would not forget who Obi-Wan was in the face of prophecy and what was to come. You are hurting him. Don’t you see that, Master?”  

A crack in the overbrightness of Dooku’s eyes says that he does, but he hardens himself against it.  

“Coddling him again, as always.” Dooku grasps the edge of the eating table until his knuckles pop pale in the dark. “It won’t save him, Qui. You know it won’t. I will tell--” 

Untitled Spreadsheet - PRIVATE by @literallyjustanerd (available on tumblr or ao3)

Cody makes a spreadsheet of interactions with Obi-Wan. Incredible ingenuity in making a fic that's a spreadsheet!

the dangers of (sleep) deprivation by @biscuityskies

Cody is sleep deprived. Mission fic where things go horribly sideways. With a very happy ending, of course.

Confidential (Encrypted) by @goldleaf-art

He does it without thinking, at least it must be without thinking because even as he walks away, face obscured, the tips of his ears burn brighter than any star.

Or: Cody needs more intel. Cody gets more intel.

I Will Always Come Back To You by @snowywinterevenings

A series of scenes during the war where Obi-Wan gives Cody flowers.

Sounds like lighthearted fluff but is emotionally ruinous - this fic changed me.

recipe for a desperate kiss by me!

Ingredients:

- A successful campaign

- An elevator

- Two men who've got years of pining under their belts

Instructions:

Combine and let sit. They'll kiss. Just watch.

My series in the quiet moments focuses on some canonverse codywan kisses that define their relationship.

A meal, a conversation, and a connection in the place Obi-Wan calls home

broke my heart in a thousand ways, and yet put me back together again.

Also: Safe in Hand by Threebea (Beewaggle)

Cody ends up where all griefstricken people on the run end up in the galaxy far, far away. He makes a life for himself looking for scrap in the deserts of Tatooine.

For the "crime" of not wanting to be tracked/have ads pissed into your eyeballs 24/7.

Even if you've paid for the "privilege" of the latter.

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Exactly one month ago and on the morning of April 3rd, Maryam asked my father if she could go visit Khaled. She missed him and wanted to play with the children her age in his neighborhood.He agreed. She went on her way, and not even a few minutes had passed before a missile struck the area she had just headed to.

In that moment, nothing else mattered to us but one question screaming in our mind : “Where’s Maryam? Is she okay?”

My father says..

I ran as fast as I could toward the site of the strike, my heart pounding in fear and panic.

When I arrived, I was shocked by the scene. Dozens of men were rushing around, carrying injured children. All of them every single one had blood covering their faces and severe injuries. I began shouting at the top of my lungs, “Maryam! Maryam! MARYAM!” until I saw her...

But my heart still wasn’t at peace. I couldn’t leave. I ran again this time toward the place I feared Khaled might have been.

With every step closer, my dread grew. “No... it can’t be him...” But when I arrived, I found Khaled’s house two stories high destroyed.

Khaled was there. After a long struggle, we managed to pull him from the rubble... but it was too late. Khaled had passed away.

Khaled is gone... and the world no longer feels the same. The earth is emptier now without Khaled.

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Another breathtaking piece by Notte truly beyond words. My family and I are deeply touched by the compassion, emotion, and soul you pour into your work.

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Hello everyone! As I'm sure you're already aware, August marks the 🎂SECOND ANNIVERSARY🎂 of Mines Monday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That's right, we've been running our Monday prompts for TWO ENTIRE YEARS! I could get really soggy and emotional about this; I am so proud of the community you all have built out of this disaster man and the amount of fun and creativity and sharing that comes out of this silly prompt challenge every week. You all are amazing.

@bolithesenate and I were talking about how to celebrate the anniversary, and as ever, we want something that comes from y'all! So here's the first tumblr poll I've ever made:

at first he’s so confused and grieving the life he wanted to have but had ruined with his own hands, that he doesn’t realize where he is. then anakin looks up, and there’s sheev laying his hand on his shoulder and looking down at him with all the interest of a raunchy politician in his eyes, while he smiles like a benevolent god.

then he realizes that the touch burns (his skin can’t take it, he has burned in lava and he can’t take it and he’s terrified because anakin is supposed to be dead and palpatine should be dead and—), he realizes that he can’t breathe (he can’t breathe without his suit, he’s going to die again and again and again—)

anakin throws up on the chancellor. then he disappears, unconsciously using Force speed to get him far, far away.

anakin will always be a coward, always will run from his fears until they catch up to him. bail organa finds him, miles away from where he was with the chancellor; he’s unconscious in a puddle of his own vomit, blood dripping from his nose from Force fatigue.

bail rushes him back to the temple, questions obiwan to hell and back because something IS wrong here, and now theyre both suspicious of palpatine, who keeps pestering the council about how anakin is doing.

once anakin wakes up? he’s completely out of it, he can feel, hear, smell everything around him and he doesn’t understand why, or where he is, or why he was hallucinating vokara che, of all people, or why she was being so gentle with him.

then finally, he sees obiwan, who came to the halls of healing to check on him and see if he was conscious. anakin begs his master for forgiveness, delirious with panic, pain, and hypersensitivity to basically everything; obiwan uses the force to get him back to sleep, because anakin was hyperventilating again, and he’s even more suspicious of palpatine now.

It looks like just pinpricks of lights flicking off and on. It's some of the hundreds to thousands of fireflies in my yard, after years of fostering their environment.

It's come a long way since I moved in. It used to be that I could stand in the yard during firefly season and count 30+ seconds before seeing a flash. It's still not at the level I remember seeing in local areas a couple decades ago, when fields would practically glow with how many fireflies lit the air above them. But it's not nothing. And maybe my yard doesn't make a huge difference on its own, but when you multiply it by hundreds, by thousands, by millions... it adds up.

Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends - All Media Types, Star Wars: Pre-prequels  

Before Order 66. Before the Clones. Before the Chosen One. Before Stark. Before Galidraan. Before Death Watch on Concord Dawn. Distant from everything except the Force. Jocasta Nu had a friend.

chapter 5 is up.

...

Pay attention. 

The last lesson.

She needed to speak to Sifo-Dyas.  In another age, he would have been a prophet. In this, his flashes of sight were shunned. Jocasta said that he rarely shared them any more. Ko herself had not seen Sifo-Dyas since Dooku had brought him back from that harrowing mission to Melas. But perhaps …

Ko stood again, as Oueyjo’s path curved slowly darkwards, pulling shadows like burnt honey along the ground. Time to go inside. There was much to prepare. Not only for her own meal and the advancing night, but also for the journey ahead. But first, she must change her robe.