#unknown people

[genderoutlaws]

i tried adding this video in a reblog on the photo of them but it was being funky, so! cute lil clip of these guys having an absolute blast and giving out hugs at the march, from DykeTV's Dyke March compilation

[yoga-onion]

[Image above: ‘The Celtic Princess’ by Gaston Bussiere]

Legends and myths about trees

Celtic beliefs in trees (2)

- Who were the Celts?

Celtic means 'unknown people' in Ancient Rome and was not originally a term for an ethnic group.

The Celts appear to have migrated to central Europe around the Danube River in the early to mid 1st millennium BCE. They were first discovered around 500 BCE by the Greek historian Hecataeus of Miletus, calling them 'Kertoi'. Or 'Celtae' in Latin, and later the Romans called them ' Galli'. However, it is unlikely that the Celts in question were conscious of themselves as having a 'Celtic' identity.

The latest archaeological and linguistic evidence suggests that the Celts have their roots in western Central Asia, around what is now southern Russia and Ukraine.

It is not clear how the ancestral Celtic peoples arrived in Europe, but as mounted nomads based in the steppes, they probably travelled westwards along the Steppe Route and entered Europe. It is estimated that from around 1000 BCE onwards, they moved inland from around the estuary of the Danube River and extended their settlement into the lower Alps.

As their population grew, they dispersed to all parts of Europe in search of new lands, and by the 3rd century BCE they had settled over a wide area, from the central plains of Turkey in the east, through the Balkans, Hungary, the Czech Republic, Austria, Switzerland and northern Italy to France, Belgium, Spain, and Britain and Ireland.

木にまつわる伝説・神話

ケルト人の樹木の信仰 (2)

〜ケルト人とは？

ケルトとは古代ローマで「未知の人」を意味し、もともとは民族を示す言葉ではない。

ケルト人は前１千年紀の初め頃から半ば頃に、ヨーロッパ中央部のドナウ川周辺へ移動してきたと見られる。前500年頃に彼らを最初に発見したのは、ギリシャの歴史家、ミレトスのヘカタエウスで、彼らを「ケルトイ」と呼んだ。またはラテン語で「ケルタエ」、のちにローマ人は「ガリ」と呼んだ。

しかし、当のケルト人が、自らを「ケルト人」というアイデンティティを持って意識していたとは思われない。

考古学や言語学の最新の証拠により、ケルト人のルーツは中央アジアの西部、現在のロシアの南部・ウクライナ辺りにあると推定されている。

ケルト人の祖先がどのようにしてヨーロッパに到達したかは不明だが、草原を拠点とする騎馬遊牧民として、草原の道（ステップロード）を西進し、ヨーロッパに入ったのであろう。前1000年頃以降、ドナウ川の河口域あたりから内陸部に入り、アルプスのすそ野に居住地を広げていったとみられる。彼らは人口が増えるにつれ、新天地を求めてヨーロッパ各地へ四散し、前3世紀までには、東はトルコの中央平原からバルカン半島、ハンガリー、チェコ共和国、オーストリア、スイス、イタリア北部を経て、フランス、ベルギー、スペイン、そしてブリテン、アイルランドに至る広範な地域に移住した。

[detroitlib]

View of six unidentified women posing in house. Women in front row hold books. Handwritten on sleeve: "Unkn. people."

Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library

[killyridols]

unknown title by bahira motaz shaheen, 2023, unknown materials

[theminecraftbee]

I think it’d be really funny if the two new hermits are two guys basically none of us guessed btw. like that would also be rad as hell but more importantly it would be really goddamn funny,

[feluka]

re: OC making and orientalism, when you're asked to read edward said's orientalism it doesn't mean to use the book as a guidebook or checklist to see if you "pass" or "fail". it means rethink your motivations for writing this character/culture altogether

[sovietpostcards]

Today is the 59th anniversary of Aleksei Leonov's historic first-ever space walk. He performed it on March 18, 1965.

[calicos-stimboards]

what is that..... its the unknown!

🎭 🕷️ 🕷️ / 🪞 ❓ 🪞 / 🕷️ 🕷️ 🎭

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Mistaken Identities (dp x dc)

Danny had been doing his thing, looking around, making sure he didn't alter anything in the past, minding his own business. Officially, this was supposed to be a trip to gather more blood blossom samples for Team Phantom to study, but he had ended up being a little sidetracked. Apparently though, puritan times made for beautiful forests, sue him if he was enjoying a moment of peace in his otherwise crazy life. So here he was, relaxing for the first time in way too long when this guy just barged into the clearing. Danny straightened up with a yelp which had the guy stopping in his tracks before he turned to look at Danny.

"Be not afraid, child. I mean you no harm," the man said.

Danny squinted as he looked up at the half-shadowed face of the man that seemed vaguely familiar.

"Boy?"

"Uh-" Danny managed as he realized he was supposed to answer. "Oh yeah, no problem, man."

The man tilted his head which directed Danny's attention to his weird buckle-hat. Sobering up as he recognized the clothes from his previous jaunt in the past where Sam had almost gotten burnt at the stake, he mentally congratulated himself for turning back into a human before his nap. He really didn't want to end up trapped in blood blossoms by witch-finders again.

"Are you lost?" The man said, as he edged closer. "Do you require aid?"

The halfa jumped to his feet. "Nope!" Danny said before letting out a nervous laugh. "No aid, I'm all good. Thanks though."

The man opened his mouth to say something before another voice, higher pitched stopped him. "You are back!" A woman wearing a simple dress, with a few birds fluttering around her like a Disney princess approached them.

"Annie," answered the man.

"Come," she said before leading him away with only a glance towards the teenager. The man let himself be dragged away, but not before a last few words. "If you are ever in need of assistance, please do not hesitate."

Danny waved his hand. "Yep. For sure, dude. Thanks!"

Then before the man had turned away completely, the woman grabbed his hat playfully which revealed his face completely to the weak moonlight, and coincidentally to Danny's view. The couple disappeared between the thick foliage as Danny sat, struck dumb with what he had just witnessed.

"Oh my god," he whispered to himself. "That was Bruce fucking Wayne."

Danny had seen enough rag magazines and newspapers with his face printed on the cover to recognize the billionaire for sure. What the hell was he doing in Puritan times? Then, it hit Danny like a brick. Natural portals. They weren't common, or stable and they'd been known to spirit away people randomly. Clearly, they also had some pretty severe side-effects including amnesia considering the old-timey speech pattern Mr. Wayne was using.

There was only one thing for it, Danny clearly had to bring Mr. Wayne back to the present. Not only because it was the right thing to do, but also because a missing billionaire was bound to attract a good amount of attention and if anyone connected this to the ghost zone... Well if the GIW was bad now, Danny didn't want to know what other kind of unsavoury people would pop up if ghosts were better-known. Just imagining the Justice League getting involved was giving Danny the shivers. No, the best thing to do was get Mr. Wayne back to his time and hope he wouldn't remember much of what had happened and wouldn't dig into it further.

Just as he was nodding to himself, he heard a scream coming from not too far away. He transformed before flying towards the noise, only to find the woman he'd seen before with Mr. Wayne being captured by a bunch of men wearing the same kinds of hat.

"She's a witch! Burn her!" He heard someone yell. "Hang her dead!" Someone else said.

This was giving Danny some major flashback to Sam's very own witch burning and without wasting a second, he phased the woman right out of their grips and flew them away from the angry mob.

As soon as he landed and let go of the woman, she turned to him and gripped his arm instead. "You have to help him!"

"Help who?" Danny asked, wincing.

"Mordecai!" she said, her grip tight.

"Is that the man who was with you earlier?" the teenager asked.

The woman nodded before pointing southeast. "He is in the caves, fighting the dragon!"

Danny didn't waste anytime before flying in the direction she had pointed to. Going intangible helped with speed, and he phased through the ground, going straight for the aforementioned cave. He just phased through when he caught sight of Mr. Wayne. As he got closer, he could feel some sort of energy radiating from the man. Just then, the energy started building up and Mr. Wayne started to go transparent. Panicking, Danny did the first thing he could think of and absorbed the mounting energy to himself. It felt like a shot of adrenaline except way, way stronger and for a moment everything blanked out, before the world came into focus again. When he looked around, he couldn't find a trace of Mr. Wayne, but from the energy left over he could tell exactly when he had landed. The Golden Age of Piracy.

"Goddamit!" Danny yelled as he once again felt Bruce Wayne slip through his grasp as he stole away the potent energy from the billionaire's body before it could follow wherever he was going next. First it had been pirates, then the Wild West and lastly it was 20th century Gotham, clearly the natural portal had been all kinds of fucked up for Mr. Wayne to have been dragged from time period to time period. It was a miracle he was even still alive, the poor man! Danny let out a harsh sigh as he parsed out through the information the energy had left him with. This time he'd gotten the information for the two next time-jumps, which meant, Danny could get ahead of this for once and finally catch Mr. Wayne before he could jump again.

With a steadying intake of breath, Danny took out the Infiniv-map and set his destination before he let himself follow through. As he got through he could hear a bunch of different voices, all talking over each other.

"-distortions mean what I think it-"

"-not fair!"

"-time is breaking-"

"-only leave his body once he's dead."

Danny paid no mind as he locked eyes on Mr. Wayne who was lying in Wonder Woman's arms, in a black bodysuit, looking worse for the wear. The same energy as before was emanating from him, though this time it was even stronger. Danny approached carefully, invisible before he put a hand onto Mr. Wayne's chest and concentrated on drawing all the energy into himself. It wasn't like the other times, the flow was faster and he was having trouble staying focused as more and more flew into him. His brows scrunched in concentration, and unbeknownst to him, the invisibility dropped.

All the heroes in the room turned to look at the suddenly appearing white-haired teen who had a hand on Batman's chest. As they stared in confusion, the teen started to glow. It grew brighter and brighter before everyone had to shield their eyes as there was a pulse of bright light that died down almost immediately after. Wonder Woman had to blink the spots out of her vision as she felt the weight in her arms start to shift and let out a groan. "Bruce!"

She set him down and helped him put his head between his knees, as she gently stroked his back. Superman settled on his other side while Red Robin just sat in front of him, still half-believing Bruce was really back.

"What happened?" Bruce mumbled. "The omega radiation, I thought-"

"I'd like to know that too," Green Lantern said before he turned towards the glowy kid who was still blinking his eyes as if to chase away afterimages.

"His energy signature is the same as Darkseid," Raven said, her own eyes having not left the teenager since he had appeared.

"You don't mean..." started Superman as all the heroes turned to look at the kid slowly. The latter finally looked up as if sensing he was the focus of many eyes and cringed as he met the combined stares of the Justice League.

"Yes," Raven answered. "This is Darkseid's son."

[puppetmaster13u]

DTC Au

Okay so y’know the Divine Twitch Chat Aus with Billy? Where Billy can hear the voices of the Gods in his head? Hear me out.

So Martian Manhunter can create psychic links between Justice League members, or anyone really. So, does that mean if/when Marvel is connected to it suddenly everyone also connected can hear the six other voices trying to egg him on? Do they also hear the Mediterranean Magic Men? Do they hear both Marvel and Billy? 

Are they utterly befuddled and concerned about this? Like the captain is pretty chill and just, this is what he has to deal with 24/7??

[haikuku]

Daily Haikuku, no. 120

"Happy Birthday, Dad!" Words I can never tell you. Wish I had known you.

--haikuku

(edited from the originally published version)

[genderoutlaws]

Marsha P. Johnson celebrating Easter with friends and loved ones | ph: Randy Wicker

[naninadz]

THE UNKOWN.. I LOVE IT'S DESIGN.... she was made for me. :3

[artiststarme]

The Corroded Coffin guys could always count on Eddie to write hardcore songs full of angst, songs that could make anyone feel something. It’s what made them such a hit to the drunks at The Hideout. After everything that happened over Spring Break, allegedly or otherwise, they expected to bear witness to the angstiest songs they could imagine. They thought they would hear tunes wrought with betrayal, heartache, pain, and anger.

Imagine their surprise when they came back to practice to a bunch of love songs.

Gareth could only stare at Eddie blankly while he demonstrated the new song on his guitar. He didn’t know what the hell he was hearing. Grant was glaring at the Warlock like the soft notes had personally offended him. Jeff was nodding along sagely to the beat of the music, always an ally to Eddie even when he was confused at the situation.

And Steve Harrington, the newest addition to join band practice, was sat in a metal folding chair looking at Eddie like he hung the stars. He’d never been serenaded before and the fact that it was Eddie doing it? It only made Steve love him even more.

[chimeride]

[justgivemeabookplease]

I’m thinking about how Wasteland, Baby was a call to action and a tongue-and-cheek acceptance of the end of the world. And how Eat Your Young and Unreal Unearth are about the nine circles of Hell, about the afterlife, about the consequences after death. I’m thinking about one album cover being under water and another being buried under earth, about NFWMB “ain’t it like thunder under earth the sound it makes”, about Unreal Unearth and unearthing something, un-burial, about Like Real People Do “what did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth.”

I’m thinking Eat Your Young, about Kronos’ mythology, about hunger for and to keep power, about gluttony. I’m thinking about Swan Upon Leda, about the lust Zeus had for Leda, about the greed of man over bodies, about who is the sinner. I’m thinking about angels, about their lack of power in Swan Upon Leda “could never belong to angels”, about their fall from grace in the “Unknown” song “I thought you were like an angel/going unknown as any angel/you called me angel.”

I’m thinking about Hozier.