a journal bound in leather fine

...The whole vast world lay before him. Light flamed along the edges of the Seed.
Optimus felt attention on him. He looked up at the universe, which was watching him with puzzled interest.
A voice which only he heard said: So you're a rebel, little Prime? Against what?

this here is my 1st fanvideo. that is to say, it's the 1st one I started making... at least a year ago, maybe more '-) it's the 6th actually, but still feels like the 1st time. and, of course, Tony is love as usual.
the song is Stark by the ever wonderful Unheilig.

сетями принесло: ещё японо кино, двойной альбом Джоан Баэз... и это:
If someone forces you to do something sexual, then it's not your fault. You don't have to feel guilty or ashamed for doing something "dirty" or taboo, or for being with someone villainous or forbidden, or for being a sexual creature or having sex in the first place. (почему нон-кон, англ.) откуда некоторые ноги растут. больше табу, хороших и разных, hell yeah #(

first I looked into a mirror, frightened myself and rushed to wash me hair #-) then lliothar requested to see said hair, and I took several really, truly awful pictures with my cell phone o_0 alas, short arms! '-)
( behold, then. )

hmm. imagine a picture of two fully & formally dressed people rather modestly kissing. would you find it provocative? disgusting? offensive?
and now - same situation, two people of the same gender... and suddenly! it is all of the above.
well, fuck that.

and again... not dead yet.

we have buried our grandmother yesterday. to be honest, I'm quietly glad for her: it was the end of about a year of slow, torturous fading away, and... may she finally rest in peace. she certainly looked peaceful.
I am more worried about my mother. I hope I can do enough to support her. it's... tricky, 'cause certain normal human functions still are a mystery to me. but we'll make it, we sure will.

other than that, I'm translating for an online version of a games magazine, looking for a proper job, writing & trying to survive the hell of a summer.

ouch.

still not dead. still looking for a profitable occupation.
and this is the first drawing I've made in it does not bear thinking of how long a time. well. we still can, like, ekcetra.
Miyabi of Higanjima meets Mogami Bijomaru of Azumi. lethal cuteness ensues '-)

er. I know what's got into me, yet it does not explain a poem - suddenly - about him. in Russian. *er*.

внезапно! стих про молодого человека с котом.
( дверь в лето )

...

а не утащить ли сюда понаписанное в последнее время 5-7-5?
( сэнрю и иже с ними )

кажется, пока всё (не считая комментариев и выпендрёжа в разных местах). то, что выше по списку, написано позже. practice makes perfect, я смею надеяться, что стала лучше :-)

(в Аркадии Японии мы,
нет предела Ямато,
такие дела :-)