This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and drop to rearrange.
You can edit widgets to customize them.
The left side has widgets you can add!
Some widgets you can only access when you get a premium membership.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a premium membership.
We've split the page into zones!
Certain widgets can only be added to certain zones.
"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
I have deleted some of my favorites because my favorite list is getting a bit cluttered. My taste has changed a bit so I'm cleaning up the list. I don't know if the artists can see this, but I hope they don't mind. I still appreciate their art.
Anyway...whatever.
Since this is my first journal entry (and probably the last, I don't know who reads these anyway and I can't be arsed to write), I have nothing else to add. But this mood thingy at the bottom is cute.
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"art is a selfish thing, all art has to be for the person who is doing it, it has to be something they are driven to do, and the fact that other people like it, it's a bonus" David Gilmour
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
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"art is a selfish thing, all art has to be for the person who is doing it, it has to be something they are driven to do, and the fact that other people like it, it's a bonus" David Gilmour
bogdanciocsan.com
tipkovnica troubles
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Da, moje tajni identitet je ciganin. Jebe ti mater, zadrt!
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
Your name wouldn't perchance be derived from the Khajit slave with the moon sugar in her gut, would it?
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Da, moje tajni identitet je ciganin. Jebe ti mater, zadrt!
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