White lady of the Highlands. An ill omen for those who see her.
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Makeup I did for @fearfactoryslc-blog makeup internship audition, they said they could see it being used for one of their photoshoots as is and I am overjoyed. Thinking I’m going to be picked for the program!
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A white robed figure, with hood and mantle thrown back, glided ghost like, published in the Observer, 1893.
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vintage gloves, white goatskin circa 1940s © Tanya Rusnák photo, indices of Disappearance series
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Hubble Observes Ghostly Cloud Alive with Star Formation
While this eerie NASA Hubble Space Telescope image may look ghostly, it’s actually full of new life. Lupus 3 is a star-forming cloud about 500 light-years away in the constellation Scorpius.
White wisps of gas swirl throughout the region, and in the lower-left corner resides a dark dust cloud. Bright T Tauri stars shine at the left, bottom right, and upper center, while other young stellar…
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The Gourd, the Brad, and the Ghostly (2023) | Movie | Movies Dock
🎬 Title: The Gourd, the Brad, and the Ghostly
Story: After a devastating accident unfolds on Halloween, Brad finds himself tormented by guilt as he rides the elevator down to where it all happened. Is he searching for redemption in the lobby, or is he headed straight toward damnation?
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📅 Release Date: October 15, 2023
⏱️ Runtime: 8 minutes
🎭 Genres: Comedy, Horror
🎬 Director:…
The Gourd, the Brad, and the Ghostly (2023) | Movie | Movies Dock
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“For if abstract hate may bring into material substance a ghostly thing, may not courage, equally abstract, form a concrete weapon to combat that ghost?”
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In the dim light of a flickering chandelier, where shadows dance like lost souls upon the silken walls, a spectral figure emerges, clad in tattered lace that clings to her ghostly form like a lover’s desperate embrace. The air is thick with the sweet, heavy scent of decay, mingling with the intoxicating perfume of night-blooming jasmine that coils around the whispers of forbidden longing. Amidst the grandeur of opulent gloom, she weaves through the darkened corridors of desire and dread, her voice a haunting melody that lures the unsuspecting into a realm of exquisite agony. Each heartbeat echoes like a funeral toll, each gasp a confession of primal longing, as the boundaries between ecstasy and horror dissolve in the moonlit haze, drawing lovers into an abyss of
passion where the line between pleasure and peril is tantalizingly blurred.
