Pockets Of An Archetypical 80s Rocker.

Jon Bon Jovi and Richie Sambora in their previous incarnations as duet of bards in medieval Europe (I'm thinking Italy). So I guess you can say they're still in the 80s, but it's 1480s.

Here I imagine them being kind of travelling musicians - in this particular scene they're performing on a medieval fair, connected to some seasonal festivity; and there always are other places for them to play at, as well as to meet their fellow musicians. I'd say they're doing great.

Aside of aesthetic there's another reason why I chose middle ages as a setting. Sometimes I learn things that make me think we, our society, our rules and laws and those cishet men of power who write them, are still mentally living in some clone of the ancient world. This feeling haunts me, and it's my healthy way to express it, apparently.

I love the result, and I love being inspired again after such a long period of emptiness. Great thanks to fandom for making me feel alive.

Mirror can't stand the real face of russian soldier.

Sometimes she leaves me alone, this venomous little serpent. But far more often she entwines my neck and makes me cry by her toxic whispering.

No will to draw, no will to paint - mid of summer is the most uninspiring time for me. But luckily I have this little sketchbook illustration of wild flowers growing nearby, on my street and on surrounding ones, which I made a month ago. With pink background it looks like some glammy herbarium to me.

I searched for these flowers' names, and turns out pink ones are Malva sylvestris (з милою альтернативною назвою "калачики лісові"), and blue ones are Cichorium intybus.

Supernatural

On the road to Oasis Plains, Oklahoma

These two fellas are leprechaun Sean Devine and trooping fairy Count Grogan. The story says they hate each other - not just because of the ages-old rivalry between their clans, but also on a purely personal level. 

And you know what, I don't buy it, 'cause this supposed interpersonal hatred looks like silent longing and repressed desire™. 

When another one of their fights goes too far, they both end up in the underworld. And I think this is the perfect opportunity for them to take a deep breath, calm down and face the truth - they feel something... and it's not hate.

You're living in a country r*ssia deeply cares about.

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.

Jon Bon Jovi aesthetic collage which looks like it's coated in sugar because he is such a sweet cutiepie.

Made only now this little portrait, a thought of which didn't leave me since I've seen photo of Mahsa Ami̇ni̇ who died after morality police arrested her for wearing a hijab in a wrong way.

How absurd is this - none of mortal souls must have such a power over others' personal choices. Stand with Iranian women - they're fighting against something giant, swollen and very, very old. Something that doesn't want to go quietly.