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]
Cookies need love like everything does.
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"
Understand how you want. I only know what I see here, and what I see is the spark.
Antidepressant overdose
Complete project is here: https://www.behance.net/gallery/76409795/Cover-art-and-lyric-book-for-the-music-album
Supernatural
On the road to Oasis Plains, Oklahoma
We must protect them at all costs. ♡
Bright and early in the morning decided to check if they came up with an accessible and actually working anti-AI art protection tool yet (they did not).
I'm so tired of this.
I got three artworks done that I can't make myself post. Haven't posted in months, and I don't know if I ever dare to do that while everything is the way it is.
Also a funny ☠︎︎ thought. My friend, who argued with me that AI won't replace me - she used to commission me for graphic design. She doesn't anymore, 'cause she learned how to generate, and it's free, unlike commissioning someone real. ))0)0
I'm not being replaced at all, you see. )
If anyone here sees this, you're welcome to tell me in detail just how much you hate AI in art. ♡ Also any suggestions of anti-AI protection will be very appreciated.
This is how it would be if I was an OFC in a self-insert fanfic about my beloved rock band with time travelling to their early years.
80s... Imposed toxic masculinity - sometimes it met some resistance, but much more often it was given up to or just embraced to the fullest. Queer rocker boys forced by their money-hungry management, record labels and rock/metal environment in general to act mAnLiER and to suppress their true self. Despite of delightfully androgynous appearances of 80s bands, when it came to their views, values and everyday life decent part of them were toxicly masculine, sexist, misogynistic and/or homophobic.
What a time to live in (I really love this era aesthetically very much though). And what a time for me to interfere at last with my determined, believing and loving slasher soul.
POV: You come back home tired and forceless wishing only to sit a little in calm silent dark without being disturbed by any soul. But there is someone home, and they want to talk to you, to chat, to gossip, to rattle. Immediately.