I'm tired of waiting
An' closing my eyes
I'm asking myself
Why is it all my horizons
Are so far away
I look in the mirror
Don't like what I see
In my reflection
A stranger is staring at me
Looking for love
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I understand these lines exactly how they're illustrated.
Man sees a stranger in the mirror, and this stranger looks so longing-for he begins to drill with eyes a lyric hero. And I believe this passage has a continuation.
When I had listened to these words closely, joyful relief and stupid giggling started to tear me apart, because it seemed like a clear allusion on slash (and selfcest). Which would mean classic rock is not entirely soaked with heteronormativity and toxic masculinity.
I know what the song tells about further. But I better close eyes on it and leave my delight untouched.
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)
Fanfic illustration
Description of the scene:
Dr. Sixx introduces beloved patient to the dark secret hobby, showing him an obscure album filled with photos of his tortured victims.
Иллюстрация к фанфику:
https://ficbook.net/readfic/1154260/3530090#part_content
This made me think of an old art idea of mine - to draw him as a faerie... and then draw like at least ten more faerie illustrations, inspired by him, and make them into a colouring book... And when it's done and printed, send it to him.
I guess I should finish (or even better redraw) this little mermaid Jonny... As they say, Maybe Someday
But rn, I'll post him as a half finished artwork and a sketch
They've been apart for too long.
And I say that's enough [redacted].
By the way, if the real life J&R situation pains you, reading this story will most likely soothe your soul. ♡
Illustration for the fic "Thank you, goodnight!" by @bnejovi, particularly The Hug™ scene from chapter six. ♡♡♡
Vikki Nixx aesthetic.
Do you see this too? Do you feel this softest inkling captured on stills of the movie?
That feeling when you are Ukrainian scrolling ukrainian news feed.
An already monstrously big neighbouring country hates you and wishes you death, few others support and help her, so here, get a shelling at queue and missile strike on crowded shopping mall, both ended up with victims.
And wipe the tears off the screen when you're done reading, babe.
Still life with grapes
Once I had a dream: a perfectly beautiful room I hope to create for myself one day. Where I'll feel safe and in peace, and whose aesthetic I will just adore. Sadly, I forgot almost everything about this dreamy room - except for one feature, it was just engraved in my memory: there were decorative hand painted plates displayed on the wall, and each of them pictured a mermaid.
So I decided I want to draw this room of my dreams, and those mermaid plates especially.
A living space of which I dream went through some serious changes during the recent years of my life. I remember when we studied art history in the university how I was obsessed with medieval architecture and interiors, and how I thought what a fun (and what a mood) it would've been to live in romanesque or early gothic castle, or at least in a little lonely tower.
Then my lust for whimsy became a bit more modest, and for some time I imagined a mansion built in one of those styles as a place to live.
After that my longings narrowed down again, and in that point of life I was saving plenty of images of both cute and tiny cottages and simple apartments.
And here I am now, subconsciously dreaming about just decorating a corner in my own way.
Isn't it amasing how the dream gets smaller and smaller when it faces our world of money? What a miraculous exhaustion of belief in fairytale.
Heartwarming moments.
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I just... I love them.