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Quick Facts: Ancient Celts
  • Skin: Commonly described as fair, clear or white. (ref: Diodorus, Ammianus Marcellinus)
  • Hair: Long hair was the fashion, described as “thick and shaggy like a horse’s mane”, even satyr-like due to the treatment with limewater; the aristocracy favored large moustaches; and the Celts generally shaved their entire bodies, Caesar’s account further proven by iron razors and sprung iron shears found at the site of La Tene. Hair was variously mentioned as blond, flaxen or tawny, but either way further lightened artificially with lime. (ref: Caesar)
  • Height: Frequently described as very tall - taller than the Romans, the women bigger and stronger than Roman women. (ref: Diodorus, Marcus Borealis)
  • Fitness: The Celts are frequently attributed by historians with great physical prowess (“with rippling muscles”). In fact, fitness was so inherent to their customs, that any man exceeding the standard size was punished. (ref: Strabo)
  • Food/Diet: Grains, fruits, nuts, meat. Caesar describes them as living on “milk and meat”; Poseidonius also points out bread and fish. Cattle, dogs, hares, fowl and geese they grew only for entertainment or practical use.
  • Fashion: Striking clothing, dyed and embroidered in bright colors, striped or checkered cloaks. They wore form-fitting pants called “bracae”, tunics that were red, purple or multicolored, elaborate torcs as symbols of power, brooches, bracelets, hairpins and rings. They took great interest in their appearance, so that not even the poorest wore soiled or ragged clothing. Even cosmetic grinders have been found in Iron Age British contexts, signalling they might have used eyeshadow or blush. (ref: Diodorus, Flavius Arianus, Propertius, Amnianus Marcellinus)
  • Tattoos: The Britons were unique for their tattoos and the blue woad they painted their bodies with. (ref: Caesar)
  • Music: The most famous Celtic instrument is the Carnyx, styled in the form of an open-mouthed boar, emitting harsh, discordant sounds suited for battle. (ref: Diodorus)
  • Personality: High-spirited, hospitable, fond of feasting, straightforward, frank, courageous, etc. (ref: Diodorus)
  • Notable traditions: The head as the throne of the soul, hence the custom of severed heads as trophies; comradeship was important (those with most followers considered most powerful). (ref: Polybius)
  • Traveling: Some tribes were nomadic, ridden with wanderlust, others settled down in farming communities.
  • Sexuality: Homosexuality was common and they were very nonchalant about it, showing they were comfortable with varying sexual orientations as well as sexuality in general. (ref: Athenaeus)
  • Spirituality: Animism (the notion that everything is animated with life, including nature), the worship of nature, a vast pantheon of gods that differed from tribe to tribe, but had common deities as well (ie. Cernunnos).

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Star Wars Age!Squash AU, Comic #02

Initiate Era - Master Dooku & Qui-Gon

Master Dooku has the highest standards and only chooses the most elite of the elite as his apprentices. Initiate Jinn is a prodigy and looks perfect on the records and is also exceptionally gifted in sensing the Living Force. Master Dooku thought he would make the perfect Padawan. Sometimes, Master Dooku is wrong.

Or, Master Dooku has to bribe a young Padawan Qui-Gon with Obi-Wan’s company in order to get him to do anything.

[A/N] In this AU where everyone is happy, almost no one is evil and everyone lives, Master Dooku is that grumpy grandpa who looks super scary but is actually ridiculously soft once you get to know him. Qui-Gon is his third apprentice, and all three of his Padawans are ridiculously rebellious (and spoiled) in their own ways. You’ll meet the other two soon <3

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anonymous asked:

Can I request the second school prompt for Jared x Evan?

“I have no one to sit with at lunch so I sat at your table and now your friends are not-so subtly kicking you under the table. Now they’re very loudly whispering that your crush has shown up and oh my god. I have never seen you this red by the way.” AU with Jared/Evan by @neglectedrainbow 

Evan stands, completely petrified, in front of the library, staring at a red piece of paper taped to the door. “LIBRARY CLOSED DURING PERIODS 5 AND 6” it reads, in large, borderline aggressive letters. He continues staring at the note, trying to will himself not to panic-or-or run or cry or-

Evan doesn’t normally go to the cafeteria; he much prefers to huddle into a corner of the library and secretly eat his lunch in serenity. The lunch room is too much, full of yelling voices and spilled food and-and it’s just too much, it’s always been too much, and now where is he supposed to go? He can’t go to the writing lab, because it’s already full, and-and, he could just eat his food in the bathroom, bent in a stall. He almost accepts that level of defeat until a hand claps down on his shoulder. “Evan?”

He flinches backwards, and Jared raises both of his hands in a symbol of peace, his expression flashing in regret. “Sorry, sorry, I know better than to jump up on you like that.”

When Evan doesn’t respond, too busy trying to calm his heartrate down to an acceptable level, Jared continues, “What’re you doing, though?”

“Oh,” Evan begins to pull at one of the straps of his backpack. “Um… Just… Noticing that-that the library’s closed.”

“Huh,” Jared looks at the sign, squinting as he reads it. “What class are you in now? Maybe the teacher mixed up where you’re meeting?”

“No, no, um…” Earlier this year, Evan had convinced Jared that he had European History this period, trying desperately to avoid either offending Jared by not sitting with him at lunch or appearing to be an even bigger mess by admitting to being unable to sit in the lunchroom for 45 minutes. “I have…” He bites his tongue, looking into Jared’s eyes for a moment, and they’re too trusting; he can’t lie. “Lunch, actually.”

“Really? How come-” Jared’s face falls for a moment, his eyebrows pulling in as he surveys his friend. “Who do you sit with?” There’s a hit of-of sadness, or maybe anger, in his voice.

“I don’t really-I do homework in the library, normally, so-I don’t really, um, sit with anyone?”

“Oh,” Jared’s looking at him again, intensely, and Evan can feel his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “Well, if you don’t have anywhere else to go, you can come sit with me?” To any casual listener, that question would sound off-handed, like a second thought, but Evan knows Jared, knows how this isn’t some flippant remark.

“Um, I can-I can try? But if it-”

Jared nods, “If it gets too loud or whatever, we can leave.” He says “we,” not “you,” which makes Evan’s chest grow tight in a way he can’t quite explain.

“Sure, sure, that’s-that’s fine.”

And off they go, their strides evening out quickly, calmly. The roaring noise from the cafeteria grows louder and louder as they approach, and Evan takes a few deep, relaxing breaths.

The table seems engrossed in a conversation when they arrive, full of hand gestures and laughing and tossing chips at each other, until Alana sees them both. Immediately, her face lights up, and she tugs on Zoe’s arm, not-so-surreptitiously nodding towards Evan. Soon enough, the enter table is desperately trying not to stare at them all at the same time and simultaneously failing miserably.

Jared leads him over, pulling out a chair next to him, and motioning for Evan to sit. Slowly, sending another glance around the table, he complies. “Hey, Jared…” Zoe starts, leaning forward and waggling her eyebrows up and down. “And Evan.” She drags out the last vowel dramatically, grinning at Jared.

“Hey Evan,” the rest of the table choruses.

He swallows drily. “Hey.”

Immediately, Alana begins hurriedly whispering in Zoe’s ear, just as two other kids (both of whom Evan vaguely recognizes from Jared’s birthday “get-together”) do the same. Jared begins to have a silent conversation with Zoe, comprised solely of exaggerated facial expressions and eye movement.  

The entire table keeps glancing at Evan, who very quickly becomes more and more uncomfortable.

“So! Evan!” Alana begins, placing her elbows neatly on the tabletop. “How have you been? Jared’s told us all so much!”

“Um…nothing big, really, just… School and stuff.”

“Oh yeah!” Alana smiles like that’s the most fascinating thing she ever heard, as Jared tries to kick her underneath the table. “What about your dating life?”

“Oh come on!” Jared huffs, but he’s quickly silenced by Zoe.

“Let him speak, J! Gosh!”

Evan looks between the three of them, trying not to laugh. “I’m not dating anyone, so-”

“Really!” Alana exclaims, pursing her lips at Jared. “Well, it seems as though Zoe and I know just who you’d do fantastically with!”

Jared’s face is roughly the color of a tomato as he sputters various protests. Evan turns to his friend, leaning over, pushing away the giggle threatening at his throat, “Are you okay?”

“I’m-I’m just suffering greatly, but it’s-it’s fine,” Jared chokes, pressing a thumb into his forehead and waving vaguely. “It’s all good.”

Evan watches Jared for a few more moments, “I don’t mind them asking me questions, it’s alright.”

“No, it’s just-” Jared pushes himself up, sending a glare towards his two other friends. “Yeah.”

“You’re the color of a strawberry right now,” Evan replies.

“Oh God.”

“No, no,” Evan rushes to correct himself. “But, I mean, in-in like a good way. It’s-you’re cute.” Jared almost chokes on his own saliva.

“What?”

“You’re cute,” Evan repeats, slowly, carefully, being sure to meet his friend’s eyes.

Jared’s smiling bigger than Evan’s ever before seen. “You-you’re not so bad yourself, Hansen.”

Zoe and Alana hoot and holler encouragement as the two boys smile, their hands linking together underneath the table.

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“f-fuck off”

the personality for these is really fun to come up with, but actually drawing out the concept is always so difficult ^^;;

here’s what i have in mind for their personality:

  • stoic on the outside
  • A N x ie T yy on the inside
  • obsessed with outerspace & conspiracies (they’re out there)
  • glow in the dark stars
  • INHALES ANY WARM BEVERAGE (tea and coffee and apple cider)
  • L A Y E R S
  • body temp is v inconsistent
  • says mean things on accident
  • only has one snakebite bc they’re too scared to get the other one
  • is a huge mess, but obsessed with cleaning???
  • their floor is covered in clean laundry
  • weakness for small animals (birds&guinea pigs)
  • will flip u off while stuttering
  • s k i n n yy
  • super dark under eye circles
  • chews on hat strings
  • c-can’t tie my shoes, but i can f-fuck your bitch
  • meditates (loves peace and quiet)
  • can and will kick ur ass

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