In home, finally i can work with photoshop!
Litlle avatar for my cutie nelf Neroze! She’s a little anxous and depressive, but
will be happy to meet you! Reblog if you want! Tomorrow i will post a new giweavay and a new commissions!
Have a nice daay
lazarusart: In home, finally i can work with photoshop! Litlle avatar for my cutie nelf Neroze! She’s a little anxous and depressive, but will be happy to meet you! Reblog if you want! Tomorrow i will post a new giweavay and a new commissions! Have a nice daay
chels: RIP, you beautiful jungle cat.
dragonspiritblog: Art by Takayama Toshiak
social-justice-death-knight: Tevruden Dawnspear, Dread Commander of the Ebon Blade is 600% done with your bullshit
Tevruden Dawnspear, Dread Commander of the Ebon Blade is 600% done with your bullshit
That sinking feeling when you wake up and there are suddenly a thousand pictures and gifsets of a celebrity on your dash
spoiler for 2016: everything turns out just fine, you pet a lot of dogs and the sky turns good colours
spoiler for 2016: everything turns out just fine, you pet a lot of dogs and the sky turns good colours
Five kiss, Lich King and Jaina, please?
David Bowie?
David Bowie was pop.
David Bowie was the avatar of Glam. He midwifed New Age. He embraced industrial. For almost forty years, David Bowie left a fingerprint in every aspect and genre of modern music.
Everything new on the radio … almost everything old … all of it owes some small debt to Bowie.
He wasn’t just ahead of the curve; he was the definition of “the next big thing.” In 200 years, history books will write about David Bowie the way they currently do about Mozart.
He was a big deal. He was the biggest deal, and rightfully so. He embodied the rarest of artistic achievement: constant reinvention, on his own terms, with continuing success.
And now he’s gone, and I dunno what we’ll do without him.
