JUMPSUIT was an art project/political statement that basically said that in the anticapitalist future nobody would express themselves with clothes. they would just wear black or white coveralls as their only clothing. their website sold jumpsuits and jumpsuit patterns with the end goal of raising enough funds to take out an ad for JUMPSUIT in vogue magazine to stick it to them? anyway the folded during the pandemic but a good chunk of the jumpsuit patterns are on github still
Open source patterns for JUMPSUIT. Contribute to rationaldresssociety/JUMPSUIT-patterns development by creating an account on GitHub.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Get going!” Sergeant Burner barked across the holotable at the other members of Jailbird squad. They sounded off a chorus of “yes sir’s” and hustled out of the briefing room. General Jare lingered a moment longer.
“Great work, sarge,” Jare said, and placed a hand on Burner’s pauldron. A subtle gesture, but clearly friendlier than a pat on the back.
Burner smiled. A deep, warm fondness in his eyes betrayed any plausible deniability the general had offered him. He took their hand in his and planted a kiss on their knuckles.
Jare blushed bright red, their gaze darting back and forth between Burner and the open door. “Sarge,” they whispered urgently, “the squad’s waiting on us.”
“Let them wait,” he replied, and pulled them closer by the waist. As he stepped toward them, they stepped back. With his next step, he pivoted around, twirling Jare into the dance. They stifled a giggle, and followed his lead for a few more steps.
“Remind me which holodrama you got this from?” They asked.
“Guess.”
“Ohhh, it’s on the tip of my tongue… That cartoon one, what was it? The one with the were-beast?”
“Radiant and the Rancor.”
“Right.”
“Right.” Burner was still grinning, obviously proud of himself.
Footsteps in the corridor broke the spell. Jare leapt back out of Burner’s arms, and whirled around to face the intruder.
“General Skywalker,” Jare sputtered. They gathered their composure. “It’s all yours,” they said, gesturing to the now-blank blue glow of the holotable. “We were just leaving.”
Anakin raised an eyebrow as he approached. “As you were, general.”
Burner averted his gaze and hurried out of the room. Jare followed, but a firm hand on their arm prevented their escape. Fuck.
Jare expected Anakin to deliver some sort of admonishing lecture, or a withering citation of the Code. Instead, his intense stare was full of sympathy. Jare could feel something painful stir in the Force—Skywalker’s presence was almost physically palpable, sending a wave of complex emotions over Jare, overpowering their own anxiety. No wonder Master Jinn thought he was the Jedi spoken of in the prophecy. He searched Jare’s eyes for an uncomfortable moment. Jare remained quiet.
“Be careful,” he said, then let go.
The words carried the weight of an unspoken understanding. Jare could sense his intentions clearly. It wasn’t a threat—it was a warning, and a deeply personal one at that. Master Skywalker no doubt sensed exactly what Jare had been feeling, but he wasn’t angry. He was afraid. Not of them, but for them. Jare wondered where that fear was coming from. They nodded their acknowledgement silently.
But as quickly as it began, the moment ended. Jare rushed out of the room after Burner, heart racing as fast as their thoughts. They thanked their lucky stars that they’d be departing shortly, and wouldn’t have to face Skywalker ever again. But somehow, they knew they wouldn’t be in trouble, not with him, anyway.
Whatever trouble Anakin sensed in their future was coming from somewhere else.
din's haunted
playlist: "Your Idol" by Saja Boys & "Everybody Scream" by Florence + The Machine
Happy New Year and good fucking riddance to that dumpster hellfire of a previous one. Have a haunted!Din inspired by The Stars, two songs, and my feelings about 2025.
i can’t explain how every scene with shmi makes me feel. pernilla august’s performance is so underrated and enigmatic. you already feel like she’s preemptively mourning her son’s future
“Well, what are you waiting for? Get going!” Sergeant Burner barked across the holotable at the other members of Jailbird squad. They sounded off a chorus of “yes sir’s” and hustled out of the briefing room. General Jare lingered a moment longer.
“Great work, sarge,” Jare said, and placed a hand on Burner’s pauldron. A subtle gesture, but clearly friendlier than a pat on the back.
Burner smiled. A deep, warm fondness in his eyes betrayed any plausible deniability the general had offered him. He took their hand in his and planted a kiss on their knuckles.
Jare blushed bright red, their gaze darting back and forth between Burner and the open door. “Sarge,” they whispered urgently, “the squad’s waiting on us.”
“Let them wait,” he replied, and pulled them closer by the waist. As he stepped toward them, they stepped back. With his next step, he pivoted around, twirling Jare into the dance. They stifled a giggle, and followed his lead for a few more steps.
“Remind me which holodrama you got this from?” They asked.
“Guess.”
“Ohhh, it’s on the tip of my tongue… That cartoon one, what was it? The one with the were-beast?”
“Radiant and the Rancor.”
“Right.”
“Right.” Burner was still grinning, obviously proud of himself.
Footsteps in the corridor broke the spell. Jare leapt back out of Burner’s arms, and whirled around to face the intruder.
“General Skywalker,” Jare sputtered. They gathered their composure. “It’s all yours,” they said, gesturing to the now-blank blue glow of the holotable. “We were just leaving.”
Anakin raised an eyebrow as he approached. “As you were, general.”
Burner averted his gaze and hurried out of the room. Jare followed, but a firm hand on their arm prevented their escape. Fuck.
Jare expected Anakin to deliver some sort of admonishing lecture, or a withering citation of the Code. Instead, his intense stare was full of sympathy. Jare could feel something painful stir in the Force—Skywalker’s presence was almost physically palpable, sending a wave of complex emotions over Jare, overpowering their own anxiety. No wonder Master Jinn thought he was the Jedi spoken of in the prophecy. He searched Jare’s eyes for an uncomfortable moment. Jare remained quiet.
“Be careful,” he said, then let go.
The words carried the weight of an unspoken understanding. Jare could sense his intentions clearly. It wasn’t a threat—it was a warning, and a deeply personal one at that. Master Skywalker no doubt sensed exactly what Jare had been feeling, but he wasn’t angry. He was afraid. Not of them, but for them. Jare wondered where that fear was coming from. They nodded their acknowledgement silently.
But as quickly as it began, the moment ended. Jare rushed out of the room after Burner, heart racing as fast as their thoughts. They thanked their lucky stars that they’d be departing shortly, and wouldn’t have to face Skywalker ever again. But somehow, they knew they wouldn’t be in trouble, not with him, anyway.
Whatever trouble Anakin sensed in their future was coming from somewhere else.
My favorite detail is that I gave him anisocoria, which is different sized pupils. It’s a clear indicator of a severe head injury and one I’ve never seen anyone do on TV. 🥺
Reference and musings on growing as an artist under the cut.
When I first saw this scene and Din’s helmet was removed I yelled “Put it back!” Because it was clear how vulnerable he felt without it. (And at the time I had no idea what Pedro Pascal looked like or even that he was handsome, hahah! Hair and makeup did a great job here.) Still though I always love it when my favorite characters are tortured, and love recreating it in art 🤩 I’ve tried drawing Din in this moment twice before in 2021, and you can see the attempts I made below. I knew I wasn’t getting it right and was frustrated after spending hours and not being able to make it match what I saw on the screen in my own style. Five years later, I think I’ve leveled up at least a little bit! Hopefully I’ll still like this tomorrow but for now, I’m pleased.
Five years ago. The angles on this scene were very difficult and I think back then I just couldn’t figure out how to get his face to show that appearance of laying up against something. His shell-shocked look was also tough to recreate.
