Awkward Llama

It went well! At least 100 people attended, families dogs a solid portion of Glasgow's trans community. There was a really lovely atmosphere, nice weather and a very cheerful celebratory vibe.

Arrived early to find the crowd already gathering, so the kick got off to a prompt start. Following some introductions from everybody and some cheery folk music from our flautist (my wife!) we got on with the kick.

I think we got good contact, the top of my boot making a good solid noise on impact. Very good atmosphere all round, people stayed to chat for a while. Were it not January it would have been an excellent opportunity for a picnic.

7am: the pressure is getting to me; I wake up and drink half a bottle of diet iron bru from my bedside table; roll out of bed, and psych myself up in the mirror - "you can do this my little pogchamp" I say to myself over and over until I decend into a stupor.

8am: I play an hour of Okami on steam to replenish my chi levels

9am: I look at my balls for a while

10am: I spend 20 or so minutes trying to decide what to wear before realising it's the subartic in midwinter and I'm going to have to dress for -2C° regardless of what I choose and opt of my trusty black Schott thermal padded winter flight jacket and a pair of loose, warm Uniqlo trousers to give my testicles room to breathe.

11am: crashing out, texting my friends to arange a substitute kickee, an understudy, anybody so I can just become one with the crowd and not go through with it

12am: the homies have arrived, I'm drinking redbush tea in a small cafe by the park; god is in his heaven and all is right with the world

12.15: "you must be here to watch me get kicked in the balls?"

12.40: a circle emerges, from within the circle a palpable energy focuses like a lens down unto me and I feel like I'm gonna pee my pants a little

12.50: cheers begin, several complete families with dogs arrive - more friends appear and assort themselves into a gathering of 'real heads' ready to watch my groin be dessicated by the firm lace of a women for woman woman with a foot loosed through the gates of war as Augustus saw fit the dispatch and return of his troops from far corners through the blessings of Janus.

12.55: I think I left the stove on

1pm: Short introductions are made, grace is shown, beautiful flute music accompanies the gathering

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- laughably incorrect, just flinging yarn around

- knitting the most basic scarf incredibly slowly because the actor Learned How To Do It For The Role

- old lady actresses casually knitting an intricate lace pattern while doing a monologue

1. that’s a garter stitch, which you can clearly see despite it being made of clay

2. they took the time to animate a modified continental style of knitting, including showing how his working yarn is wrapped around his pinky, and that he’s flicking with his index on his right hand

Obi-Wan getting drugged on a mission AGAIN.

And lil padawan anakin having to come rescue his master.

AGAIN.

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Also on AO3 [300w] @foxquinweek - day 4 (alt): "I don’t know what the kriff true love even is but I do want to hang out with you for basically the rest of my life." @clonefandomevents - Coruscant Guard bingo: first love

Fox has never really understood what all the hype is about. He never developed a crush on any of the trainers, never formed a ‘special partnership’ with other vode. When they finally left Kamino, their gossip lines blew up with stories of new experiences, but even with the myriad of beings on Coruscant Fox still wasn’t interested.

Then he met Riyo Chuchi. It is her kindness that first draws his attention, quickly followed by her conviction. Now he brightens whenever he hears her voice, blushes at her smiles, longs to trace the golden arcs on her mauve cheeks with gentle fingers or reverent lips…

Then he met Quinlan Vos. It is his wit that first draws his attention, quickly followed by his competence. Now he brightens whenever he hears his voice, blushes at his grins, longs to trace the golden band on his dark cheeks with gentle fingers or reverent lips…

So apparently he has a thing for gold face tattoos. Who knew? Whatever, he’s come across weirder, and it’s not like it has to mean anything.

Except then… then he catches up with Bly. Bly, who is very proudly showing off his new cheek tattoos and how they match the yellow of his armour.

It’s not fair. Fox doesn’t want to be attracted to Bly. They grew up in the same training batch, brothers almost in the way natborns mean it. Couldn’t he have chosen a different marking?

Thankfully, the evening ends without Fox suddenly developing the desire to touch – or Force-forbid kiss – his brother’s tattoos, however nicely the colour shows up on their skin. Fox is relieved, right up until he realises that if he isn’t attracted to the tattoos after all, maybe it is because he likes Riyo and Quinlan as people.

[Fic excerpt] He breathes in again and yes, there’s that scent that’s so familiar now. It’s all over the cell but here, in this elf, it’s the strongest. Astarion has curled up against this before, ran his fingers through its fur and missed his companion’s smell when breathing no longer became a priority.

[Fic excerpt] He breathes in again and yes, there’s that scent that’s so familiar now. It’s all over the cell but here, in this elf, it’s the strongest. Astarion has curled up against this before, ran his fingers through its fur and missed his companion’s smell when breathing no longer became a priority.

Feel like Poland should be included since we're literally called "people of the fields" according to the etymology of Poland.

We also have some less intricate clothing (if it looks a bit Victorian to you - that’s pretty much the right era for most of this!)

Here is the Chilean huaso:

Gauchos, from primarily Argentina where they’re a large national symbol close to the level of cowboys in the US. Also gauchos are in Uruguay.  Their pants are called bombachas and the other garment wrapped around them are called chiripas.  They work in grasslands called pampas, known for being really fertile:

While they’re not as dressed up as the others or have as prominent of a culture, for a broader Latin American cowboy context, I feel like also adding llaneros, who are from Colombia and Venezuela, in the llanos region, a type of tropical grassland similar to the pampas, hence the name llanero. Pampas get annual flooding and these guys would go barefoot a lot, and you can see that the stirrup on the horse’s saddle is really different than what you’re probably used to seeing, to accommodate for that, which is what I want to point out as an aspect of plains cultures developing clothing/accessories/tools to suit the environment. 

Cowboy culture happened wherever Spanish colonial influence and grassland biomes came together.  They differ based on the grasslands having different climates (ex tropical in South America), and the local indigenous influence (ex, backtracking to gauchos, they would use this tool called bolas to catch animals, which were basically two balls tied to a string that you threw and it spun around an animals legs, and were an indigenous invention):