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Across The Universe

September 24, 2013, 3:43 am
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GAME SHOW

September 24, 2013, 2:08 am
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NỘI QUY ĐÃ CÓ . MỌI NGƯỜI NHANH TAY TRẢ LỜI BẰNG CÁCH CMT XUỐNG DƯỚI NÀO !
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Song Edit #2 - Holding On and Letting Go

September 24, 2013, 12:51 am
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i did this when i was depressed and when i was trying to let go of something. you can imagine how creative i was feeling. xD

anywho, song is Holding On and Letting Go by Ross Copperman. first heard it from The Vampire Diaries (because, you know, i'm just SUCH fangirl xD)

hope you like ;)

PICS USED HERE ARE NOT MINE. I GOT THEM FROM GOOGLE IMAGES.
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Mervilina Retouch

September 24, 2013, 4:29 am
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Attack on Bieber

September 24, 2013, 5:48 am
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Dsc 0001-4

September 24, 2013, 5:00 am
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Breaking Bad Heisenberg Portrait Typography

September 24, 2013, 4:51 am
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Selena Gomez

September 24, 2013, 5:19 am
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Take Back to Neverland: Henry.

September 24, 2013, 5:03 am
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As I read the tweet of Jared [ link ], I decided to make him one too.

Some asked me why Henry is dressed like Robin Hood so, I want to explain the reasons why I chose these clothes.
First, I took the Henry's pic from the group photo of second season promotional pic; second, the main theme of this season is Neverland. Based on the latest pic of the cast for this season in which they were in the forest or dressed as a fairytale character, I decided to use those clothes for Henry too. He's never dressed like one of them so I was sorry for him - in a sense -

Now i'd like to thank all of those who liked and reblogged on my tumblr this pieace of my work and on facebook who shared it and left a comment.

:bulletblue: REBLOG : elenuch.tumblr.com/post/620742…
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The Raven

September 24, 2013, 8:03 am
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Edgar Allan Poe

Model: ~CradleOfDoll not a stock, but there is a stock picture very similar here :) cradleofdoll.deviantart.com/ar…
Stock BG: ~AF-studios not in her gallery anymore

everything else was painted by me

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Shadowy Words Of The Immortal Souls.

September 24, 2013, 7:25 am
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This is copyright to Miranda Collins (2008-2013) and the stock is copyright to the respective stock providers.
Do not use, redistribute or alter without my written permission.

- Commission Information. - Relatable images. - Details. -

"She was Eris, the Goddess of discord. Eris, the blood Empress. She lead a herd that honestly...not many others could lead. The golden mare was able to laugh in the face of things that called themselves 'terror of the night.' Eris was the only terror that lurked in the night. Other's were just horrors that lurked in the nightmares of children, Eris was so horrifying that she could not be imagined. Instead she existed in reality, always lurking out of sight."
Oh boy I love playing Eris.
Anyway, this manip was an accident, I was just practicing and then I realised that I maniped Histe with long hair...Laughing about it with *ali00p, I decided to add in Eris and make it a proper manip. I present to you Eris and Histe, the Bounty Hunters of The Asylum.
You can find Eris and Histe on Helovia!
| Photoshop CS6 | Wacom Intuos 5 |

Credits on image.
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Taylor Swift

September 24, 2013, 5:39 am
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Ziggurat

September 24, 2013, 7:11 am
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WARPROOF Lake 3

September 24, 2013, 1:28 am
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AT: AND THE STORY GOES ON

September 24, 2013, 4:56 am
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"in the middle of the night
when the angels scream
i don't want to live a lie that i believe
time to do or die
i will never forget the moment."
~ Do or Die, 30 Seconds to Mars


Art trade for =skies-will-fall :la:
omfg mondy. you're so gorgeous but your markings e.e and I still didn't even get them perfect. all well, I'm pretty pleased with it :D


:bulletpurple: stock :bulletpurple:
horse (c) ~Breathless-dk
background (c) ~LucieG-Stock
sky (c) #resurgere

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La fille de la foret

September 24, 2013, 1:41 am
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:facebook: www.facebook.com/FleurDAvalon
Credits and thanks go to :


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:bulletpink: Model by NastiaOsipovaStock: nastiaosipovastock.deviantart.…
:bulletgreen: Bg by Maiarcita : maiarcita.deviantart.com/art/P…
:bulletpink: Wolf by SalsolaStock: salsolastock.deviantart.com/ar…
:bulletgreen: Shatter by Aarchaii: archaii.deviantart.com/art/Sha…
:bulletpink: Frame purchase here: www.scrapbookgraphics.com/stud…
:bulletgreen: Texture by Neriah-stock: neriah-stock.deviantart.com/ar…
:bulletpink: Leafs by Pranile, stock no longer available: pranile.deviantart.com/
:bulletgreen: Crone and branches on my own archives
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WARPROOF Church

September 24, 2013, 1:30 am
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Headless Photo Shoot

September 24, 2013, 6:36 am
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I don't even know anymore

September 24, 2013, 12:32 am
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DO YOU GUYS KNOW HOW HAD IT IS TO FIND A PICTURE OF JAKE LOOKING AT SOMEONE
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Old Money

September 24, 2013, 4:12 am
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An early-1900s 'Burroughs' cash register. It and many other intriguing relics can be wondered upon at our prehistoric train station.

Thanks for coming by to visit.

~Brian :heart:

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