The End of Time Advent Calendar

Dec 25, 2009 17:00

I am perhaps slightly insane. Most likely more than slightly.

Anyway, as we near the end of an era (*sniff*) and also approach what is, for many of us, a holiday season of one sort or another, I found myself wanting do do something to celebrate those things, and also share some wee gifties. So, I present to you, dear readers, my End of Time Advent ( Read more... )

!icons and graphics, !advent calendar

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np_complete November 25 2009, 00:13:00 UTC
The header on your calendar is gorgeous -- did you make it?

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the_tenzo November 25 2009, 00:27:35 UTC
If by "make" you mean "compile a bunch of random stuff in Photoshop" then yes, I did indeed. I'm still learning to use Photoshop--I've always been a Corel Paintshop girl, so this was mostly about google image and breaking copyright (not making any money, BBC, please don't hurt me!) rather than anything requiring any artistic skill on my part.

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wickedgillie November 25 2009, 01:58:52 UTC
You rock like a rocking thing!

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mrv3000 November 25 2009, 19:27:08 UTC
Wow, that header is amazing!!

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The Dark Passenger | Tenth Doctor, Dexter Morgran | Doctor Who/Dexter | 100 Words the_tenzo November 26 2009, 15:05:49 UTC
"You're a monster," the Doctor said, his voice steely.

"Yes." Dexter Morgan removed his black leather gloves one finger at a time, the picture of calm. "I never claimed I wasn't."

"I can't let you do this."

The faintest trace of a smile flitted around Dexter's mouth, never making it as far as his eyes. "We're not that different, I can see."

"I'm nothing like you," the Doctor said through gritted teeth, and Dexter could tell just by his reaction that he'd been correct. "I give people a choice."

"And do they ever make the right one? According to you?"

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The Dark Passenger | Tenth Doctor, Dexter Morgran | Doctor Who/Dexter | 100 Words | All Ages the_tenzo November 26 2009, 15:06:21 UTC
"You're a monster," the Doctor said, his voice steely.

"Yes." Dexter Morgan removed his black leather gloves one finger at a time, the picture of calm. "I never claimed I wasn't."

"I can't let you do this."

The faintest trace of a smile flitted around Dexter's mouth, never making it as far as his eyes. "We're not that different, I can see."

"I'm nothing like you," the Doctor said through gritted teeth, and Dexter could tell just by his reaction that he'd been correct. "I give people a choice."

"And do they ever make the right one? According to you?"

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