Precious imperfection.
Still life with grapes
Body is just a body.
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
This collage I made back in 2022 has been rediscovered by a bunch of lovely people here recently, and I thought I might as well reblog it too. I still love it, and I appreciate your warm attention. ♡
Also. After I saw the fourth movie, I made a Neo x Smith art, for that gem contained so much fruitiness it was dripping off the screen. Here it is if anyone's interested:
Cookies need love like everything does.
The witching hour phantasia
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.
Red, red rose... brought it home to you
Blood-red rose tells me that you're true
Red, red rose, blood-red rose
Like a fire inside that grows... blood-red rose
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Fathers, please. ♡
[the video, soft and beautiful, that I used for references, is "Bon Jovi | Diamond Ring | Rare Pro Shot | London 2010" by hAnD90]
In abandoned home a withered plant awaits me.