At the Bottom of the Box was Hope

Here we have:

Tooka-like flowers

Green Daises

a Poppy (also Tooka-like)

Moon “Bells”

Purple tiny ones

Vie the NYT:

Mateja Laar

Wife of Adinui Kryze and Matriarch of Clan Kryze alongside him. Mother of Satine, Meera and Bo-Katan Kryze.

Close ups under the cut

If Mock Orange gives me nothing else, it will have given me a chance to write the line "cuck the sith lord" which has been with me since the earliest drafts:

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!

And please share this post!!

I WILL !!! I WILL DO THAT

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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