It was too early.
The moment when after learning a lesson from his teacher the apprentice stops perceiving his nearly dollish beauty as a curse that makes others stare at him shamelessly. Now he views it as a power able to take away anyone’s will. Which means the shame he used to feel when looking at his naked body becomes an obsolete, needless feeling.
Иллюстрация к фанфику:
https://ficbook.net/readfic/1940249/5830585#part_content
These two have faced a new, unfamiliar feeling. Sometimes it scares them, and the world being cold, unjust and dangerous doesn't help.
But they have their bond, they're each other's safe space and quiet harbor, and when they're locked in tight embrace the darkness out there seems to fade.
Illustration for the fic "Damned" by lyndysambora, the beginning of chapter five.
That feeling when you madly want to talk to the dead rock musician
Ah dear friend I remember the night
The moon and the dreams we shared
Edits are mine, the quote is from "Beauty and the Beast" by Nightwish.
Made this to end the year meaningfully, for not only is that fun, but it's also a manifestation. Bonbora is alive. ♡
Plus totally unrelated XD but I wanna share this wonderful vintage quote I found:
They [fairies] live in nests on the tops of trees; and the mauve ones are boys and the white ones are girls, and the blue ones are just little sillies who are not sure what they are. ♡♡♡
J.M. Barrie "Peter Pan"
We used to swim the same moonlight waters
Oceans away from the wakeful day
The meaning of mentioned Tarot Arcana:
I envisioned this thing a year and a half ago, when I only started getting acquainted with the band and The Ship. Now I think Jon also gives off some serious Emperor vibes (and as a necessary counterbalance to The Emperor comes The Fool, who among other things represents freedom). But now... now I'm not doing angst. I'm here for some celestial sweetness. For some astral romance if you will (not the second Nightwish reference in one post).
Today is the day when I mastered the courage to check if tumblr lets AI train on our art. And of course it does. But even though this "opt out" thing is not forever (f*cking twi's my witness), and even though it should be "opt in", not "opt out", hidden somewhere in the depths of preferences, don't ignore it. Switch.
you have to MANUALLY opt out of it as well.
if you’ve already opted out of showing up in google searches, it’s preselected for you. if you don’t have the option available, update your app or close your browser/refresh a few times. important to note you also have to opt out for each blog you own separately, so if you’d like to prevent AI scraping your blog i’d really recommend taking the time to opt out. (source)
Some time ago I found a Huffpost interview with Jackie Fuchs of The Runaways where she's telling about sexual assault she had suffered from band's manager Kim Fowley on one of her early days as a Runaway. I drowned in Jackie's tale for a while, and it struck me hard. But I also was very inspired with her strenght and vitality. And, as a result, felt a will to draw her little portrait.
Mirror can't stand the real face of russian soldier.