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Quick doodle.

terrifying deleted scene from skinamarink

*releases pack of dads into home depot* go……be free

And done..for now.

Can not tell where my head is now. It's blank, crystal clear and still active. Would this be one of those "moments of clarity" some people seem to have? Beats the fuck out of me.

I catch myself sometimes stare off into the blurred world as my head seems to float off somewhere. Could be a total zen moment. Possibly it's my brain having a break from everything lately, just a small moment where time, space and assholes can't bother me and so I can start sorting out things on it's own. Yeah, could be that.

At a red light tonight, I found myself staring into the lights of cars in front of me. It was like the world was frozen, slowing down and I could feel a certain stillness to my body.

Just chilling there, heart beat slowed down, empty minded and off to another layer of the atmosphere or even the great unknown of space. Just drifting in an ocean of nothing, as the ripples lap over me. I'm not fearing the deepness of where ever my mind is. Though I should question where my mind is sometimes..

Then the light turned green and my body pushed down lightly on the gas pedal and I was off to home. I was in autopilot mode.

I'm not confused by any of this. Just mere parts of silence and peace in my life that happen at times I least expect them to. In fact, great moments tend to happen randomly and die out quickly for me. How I grasped onto that idea is neat, but it's just a fact of my life. When it happens to you a lot, you tend to learn from history. Wise up to what life throws at you.

Though some times, I wish I could have something good to last me a little longer. Life goes on whether I know where my mind is or not.

I’m not saying James Gunn shouldn’t have been fired. I’m neutral on that subject. He’s a grown man who said some awful shit, and while it was many years ago and he has somewhat apologized for it, I can’t fault people for being uncomfortable.

But I have to question very, very aggressively anything that seeks to get progressives to amplify the reach of a white supremacist who is trying make people believe in child molestation cults that secretly rule the would, and thinks that most rape is imaginary.

The fact that this is getting people to support megaconglomerates as moral authorities and encouraging people to treat clearly fraudulent accusations of child molestation more severely than genuine rape cases is also… Concerning.

Like, if it came out 6 months from now that this was an orchestrated campaign of propaganda, I cannot say I would be surprised.

List of anime series/movies with unique art styles.

For my friends on tumblr, in case you guys want something to watch, here’s a quick list of anime series/movies with unusual/unique art styles that you may or may not know.

Kaiba

With an artstyle reminiscent of the original Astro Boy, Kaiba has a very simplistic (yet stylized) and fluid style of animation and art. The story revolves around the titular character, who wakes up with a hole in his chest with no idea of who he is. I enjoyed this a lot for the art, music and characters, who all have realistic motivations and ideals, as well as the themes handled in it; such as what defines “being human” when bodies and memories are as disposable as plastic. Genre: Sci-Fi, Psychological Drama

Redline

In terms of sheer action and excitement I got from watching a movie, I’ve got to say that Redline is one of the best ever in those departments. With a highly stylized comic-book-esque art style with a high influence from Western comics like Dick Tracy (with the emphasis on black shadows on solid colours and thick black outlines), this show is extremely fluidly animated, the movie is said to consist of 120 000 hand-drawn frames, taking seven years to complete. The movie follows the story of racer JP (aka “Sweet” JP, because of his refusal to use weaponry while racing) trying to win (and survive) the titular Redline, a race consisting of multiple racers from multiple different galaxies and planets. Genre: Racing, Sci-Fi, Action

Mononoke

Every frame of this anime could be screencapped and slapped onto someone’s dashboard for their aesthetic. That is how distinct the art style and character design of this show is. The show uses a form of “plaid animation”, where something will be animated over a still color or object as it moves, creating most of the time a jarring effect that is usually the sign of a lazy animator, however in Mononoke, the show utilizes the art to create a sense of a surreal, dream-like environment, intentionally focusing on the jarring effect. The art and design of the environment is also extremely ornate and beautiful. The show focuses on the story of the unknown Medicine Seller and his travels through Japan (in an unknown time period), killing spirits and creatures known as Mononoke. However, he cannot do so until he learns their Form, Truth and Reasoning/Regret, which leads to some very interesting lessons at the end of each story. Genre: Mystery, Horror

Dead Leaves

Another comic-influenced movie, and just barely under an hour too; Dead Leaves is an extremely fun, hyper-action-packed movie with amazing character design (almost EVERY good character in this movie has a unique design, barring the civilains and generic bad guy cannon fodder), driven by slapstick, humor (usually of the sexual kind) and more pop culture references than you can digest within the time span they’re thrown at you. The story focuses on criminals Retro and Pandy; Retro having a TV instead of a head, and Pandy having a panda-like marking on her eye, who, shortly after waking up on the moon and causing havoc on a nearby planet, are imprisoned in a super-jail. Genre: Action, Comedy, Sci-Fi

Kuuchuu Buranko / Welcome to Irabu’s Office

Combining rotoscoped 3D, 2D animation and live action elements, Kuuchuu Buranko is an extremely surreal look into the world of psychiatry. The art and designs were created by the lead artist of Mononoke, Kenji Nakamura. But whereas Mononoke had some subtlety to its art, this show is bright, colourful and neon as all hell. The show focuses on Dr. Ichiro Irabu and how he helps his patients with their problems, who are all connected in some way or the other. Genre: Comedy, Psychological Drama

The Tatami Galaxy

With a bright visual style that also manages to be subtle at the same time, The Tatami Galaxy also utilizes not just its art as a device for story telling, but the form of the show itself to convey its messages. I can’t spoil too much about the show, but I can give you this: if you enjoy the first episode, please watch it to completion, as this show basically requires the viewer to watch the show in its entirety. The story focuses on an unnamed protagonist, commonly referred to as Watashi by the show’s fans, who tries to attain the “rose-tinted” college life style he has desired for his whole life, as well as all the challenges he faces on the way. With fast-paced dialogue, a lot of humor, interesting character and background designs, as well as the various forms of “characterization”, and also the themes tackled by this show, I’d say it’s one of my favorite shows of all time. Genre: Slice of Life, Comedy, Drama, Psychological, Sci-Fi

Mind Game

Mind Game. Directed by Masaaki Yuasa (also the director behind The Tatami Galaxy, Kaiba and Ping-Pong). I don’t think words can do this movie justice, but I’ll try. Imagine a combination of 3D-morphing-into-2D, sketches, animated photo images of (presumably) the voice actor’s for talking, extremely smooth and fluid movement, plus an insane amount of exaggeration,all coupled with a huge range of bright and dark colours and you’ve got Mind Game’s animation style down somewhat. Go look up more GIFs, they’ll help you understand the range of styles this surreal (and extremely fun) movie goes through. The plot follows Nishi, a down-on-his-luck, 20-years-old manga writer, running into his childhood crush Myon. He discovers she’s getting married soon while they’re talking inside her father’s restaurant. After that (plus another key event), the craziness in the movie begins; Nishi having a new-found desire to live life. Genre: Comedy, Surrealism, 

Tekkonkinkreet

Tekkonkinkreet, although similar in appearance to some Masaaki Yuasa works, was not made by the man himself (although, it was made by the company, Studio 4°C, that helped produce Mind Game). This movie has incredibly detailed backgrounds, similar to a Studio Ghibli film, with amazing usage of lighting, camera shots and motion blur as well as a wide variety of colours and shades. The story follows Black and White, two street orphans who call themselves “The Cats”, trying to keep control of their town from dangerous enemies. Although vastly different in personalities, they support each other emotionally, mentally and physically very well. Genre: Action, Drama, Adventure

The Diary of Tortov Riddle

The Diary of Tortov Roddle, although very short (6 episodes all leading up to 14 minutes! Watch it here! It has three special episodes that are part of the DVD though), is an interesting adventure of a surreal world that seems almost like a moving/animated picture rather than a movie or series. It follows the journey of Tortov Roddle and his pig-steed throughout this world, with just his calm thoughts and experiences. There’s no dialogue in this series but it doesn’t really require any dialogue at all, the only dialogue being Tortov’s journal entries at the beginning and end of each episode. The music, lack of dialogue and artall contribute to a very interesting, mysterious atmosphere. Genre: Fantasy, Surrealism, Adventure

The Tale of Princess Kaguya

Straight outta Compton Studio Ghibli, The Tale of Princess Kaguya is an adaption of one of the staples of traditional Japanese folklore, The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter. This film adapts the ancient story of the young princess who grew out of a bamboo shoot and breathes fresh new life into it while still staying 100% true to the source material. The art can only be described as absolutely gorgeous, using a pale colour palette in a constantly shifting style that recalls the ancient Japanese watercolour paintings that the original story was recorded on.

Genre:  Fantasy, Drama

Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei

Oh man this show. Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei follows the story of Nozomu Itoshiki, an overdramatic teacher so pessismistic about everything that he would try committing suicide over pretty much the smallest inconvenience (his name, when its Japanese characters are read horizontally, also translates into “Despair”) and his bizarre homeroom students’ antics. The series parodies almost everything there is to satrize in Japanese culture (the show even parodies itself from time to time with casual 4th wall-breaking from every show), as well as the general media and politics of the world, as well as having an insane amount of references to various things regardless of fame; from Gundam, Evangelion and Gurren Lagann, to Franz Kafka, Edward Gorey and South Park. The art’s very minimal (which itself gets parodied later on in the series), but it, uh, changes a lot, to put it simply.

Genre: Comedy, Parody

Ping-Pong

(gotta lot of requests to list this one)

Sports anime tends to always get a bad rep amongst anime fans for various reasons, whether it be that the viewer gets tired of seeing another Dempsey Roll, or the amount of reused frames in the series, they’re all understandable. And so comes Ping-Pong to shatter those preconceptions of what a sports anime can be. Focusing rather on the characters, their emotions and development rather than the titular game that the anime’s based on (unlike most sports anime), this coming-of-age show following two boys as they (one actually) strive to become the best table tennis players in the world, is directed by none other than Masaaki Yuasa, who has directed a lot of the shows and movies on this list actually, with his trademark style of not having a trademark artstyle (other than wobbly simple lines and psychedelic colours).

Genre: Psychological, Drama, Coming-Of-Age, Sports

Gankutsuou: The Count of Monte Cristo

(im still in the process of watching Gankutusou and Ping-Pong (thanks school) hence why they weren’t in the original post)

Gankutsuou is what most people would call “art porn”, as it uses various still textures, colours and patterns within the character’s lineart, similar to Mononoke and Kuuchuu Buranko though to a much greater extent, while using 3D and 2D animation on the characters and backgrounds. The story is broadly based on the titular story of The Count of Monte Cristo, but with many differences, such as being set in the year 5053, plotlines and character endings being altered/removed, the pacing being changed from the original story, as well as the incorporation of many sci-fi themes. The general aesthetic of the show is that of 19th century France in a highly futuristic setting.

Genre: Drama, Sci-Fi, Thriller, Supernatural

Kaiji

Based off a popular gambling manga by Nobuyuki Fukumoto, Kaiji follows the story of the titular character, Kaiji Itou, an unemployed slacker who spends his days gambling (and always losing), stealing, drinking and being obsessed with money. He suddenly finds himself 3 million in debt, and is offered the chance to erase all of his debt, and maybe even earn some cash, in one night.

Via gambling.

With thick bold lines, exaggerated expressions and hugely caricaturized faces that woul make more sense in a comedy that all serve as a plus to the show, Kaiji is an intense psychological thriller that always leaves you on the edge of your seat, with some of the most insane and dramatic gambles in any piece of fiction.

Genre: Psychological, Thriller, Gambling

Panty and Stocking With Garterbelt

Two angels, kicked out of Heaven, have been tasked with cleaning up the filthy sin-riddled Daten City, and can only return once they’ve gotten enough Heaven coins!

Not like that matters to Panty and Stocking anyways, whose only cares in the world are what tastes good, much to the chagrin of local priest Garterbelt.

With a ton of American pop culture references, humor that would make South Park seem like a kid’s show, action that is so bizarre it can’t even be explained, and an animation style that’s more akin to a cartoon on a huge drug trip than anything else, Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt shows that sometimes too much of a good thing is still a good thing.

Genre: Comedy, Action, Parody, Not something to play around Grandma

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

There really is no other gif that explains and summarizes Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure better than this one.

Based off the hugely popular manga by Araki Hirohiko, the show follows the story of the Joestar bloodline. Jojo is unique in that it doesn’t follow one group of characters or main character throughout the entire franchise, but rather a different cast in a different location throughout the world, ranging from 1930s New York, to 1980s Japan, to Egypt and much more.

If I’m being rather vague about describing this rather popular show, I apologize, but there really is no way to properly explain this bizarre series.

With proportions that look like it was ripped straight out of a bodybuilder’s magazine, poses that could probably break your spine if even just attempted, and fights that end up being some of the most hype as well as some of the most ridiculous you’ll have ever seen, as well as a bright, dramatic colour pallete, this is a show that truly lives up to its “Bizarre” title.

(also protip: start with the 2012 adaption first rather than the 90s OVA, and read the manga.)

Genre: Action, Comedy, Supernatural, Mystery

You feel like shit: An interactive self-care guide

“This is meant to be an interactive flow chart for people who struggle with self care, executive dysfunction, and/or who have trouble reading internal signals. It’s designed to take as much of the weight off of you as possible, so each decision is very easy and doesn’t require much judgment.”

I hope this might help some of you struggling lovelies out there!

A quick short story.

"I think my ass is gettin' all splintered up." Said my friend. "Would you rather sit in the dirt, leaves and shit?" I replied "No, I'm good man. Not that stoned." he said back, taking another hit of a roach.

His ass was getting splintered up by the stump of a great oak tree that my old man cut down months ago for fire wood. So was mine, I just told him to deal with it since that's all I do. This was our spot to sit back and relax in, to ease down from a day of walking around and having nothing to do. Our backs were facing each other's. My friend with his back turned to my back was Marcus, a thick guy, blonde hair that was bright but greased from a lack of showers, torn red shirt, black shorts turned black from years of no washing.

"Wanna hit? Or are you still all against the good old Mary?" He said with a smile that of the cheshire cat's. I wasn't facing him, but I knew him well enough that he'd smile that smile.

"No, I don't need that stuff to relax or calm down or to have fun. Got my brains for that." I replied as I chewed on my finger nail out of boredom. We haven't had school for some days now, since the pin heads behind the big red buttons pressed them out of fear that some other country was going to fry us to a crisp. Joke was on the pin heads, there was no attacking country, there was nothing. Somebody musta thought it was smart to press the big red button and fry their own country with bombs of all sorts of sizes. But it's all just part of speculation, ya know? I'm guessing here.

"Dude, from here-from my point of view, the ember of my roach looks like the school when the fucking firestorm blasted it to a husk." My compadre broke my train of thought with his own.

"Remember that day? We were like what? Five years old when they released the bombs from their silos and just glassed the states? Shit was maddening. But we were older when that weird fire gusts started to burn shit up." He continues, but I stop hearing him near the end of it.

The surrounding forest wasn't burned in that firestorm that hit the school. The forest just-died. The trees look like fall came and never left. Just boney fingers stretching out of the dirt and leaves. Like the hands below the earth were asking for a warm fleshy hand to come up and save them from whatever hell they are going through. Or were they just reaching up for the sky to grab the sun down and bring life to the planet? Or to finish the job so things can start over again?

Fuck if I should know, I think I might be having a contact high from this jackass.

"Mind blowing your smoke somewhere else? Trying to think of something here." Tried to say it politely as I can, but my attitude just came off as raw.

"Woah dude, I will, chill the fuck out. Maybe I was just trying to add some excitement to your thoughts with my smoke?"

"Are you retarded? I think you've smoked yourself stupid. Like every other kid around these parts. Most kids around here are too doped up to know what the fuck to do with themselves or they're too empty headed to have common sense. Sure we've built a community from the remains of our town but this isn't Lord of the Flies. We do have some wise adults around here that should be doing something about the corruption. Also, why can't most kids read a damn book? The library is still standing."

The library somehow was spared from the fire storms and riots and other interesting things. My father took the opportunity to take me there and teach me everything he knew.

"What are you talking about? I'm still smart, still cool with you. Maybe you need to stop being so damn down about things. Like what the fuck bro." He hocks up mucus and spits it.

"Whatever man. I am chilled out, maybe you should stop smoking that crap and own up to the fact that your head has been jammed into your ass and all you can see through the hole you call a mouth is how to act like a kid still. Last I remembered we're both eighteen. Adults, time to grow and stop doing foolish things like smoking your friend Mary and start moving out of here."

I felt a heat in my gut. My limbs felt like static was creeping around in them, a sign that I wanted to beat sense into my friend, maybe. Or maybe like I wanted to grab that roach and throw it on the ground then march off and out of the forest to my place that's just up the path from here.

But like always I did nothing, just sat there, back to back, never to face one another. If I were to face him I probably wouldn't have the guts to sock him in the mouth or to reach up and pluck the roach off of his mouth. It's wonders how it hasn't burned his lips yet.

We return to silence, we do this to some of the time to avoid fighting with each other. The forest was looking darker than usual today, I looked out and seen nothing but a smog of fog roll through the boney fingers that were considered trees a few years ago.

Before the pin head pressed the button and fried the states.

I heard some snapping noises coming from the direction in front of me. Somewhere, deep in the forest. A dead branch was falling. Well, it was already dead, but now its pretty much official since it fell from the tree.

"Dead branch?" Marcus asks.

"Yup..dead branch." I reply.

A cold breeze manages to find us, it makes my hair stand up. Giving my goosebumps. My arms are the only thing I notice, my head is too far in the glowing clouds to think of anything else. Around my age I should have had a job, a nice dame (as my old man puts it), a crappy car that only my crappy self can run and I should have graduated High school. None of these were going to happen, I've missed all of those sorts of things in my life time, my brothers and sisters got to those things. I ran up short to them, they got further in life.

To life up to their greatness was what I guess my parents wanted for me, but I was too different for it all, I knew what I wanted and I had the ambition. Those things my old man told me were the basics. I wanted a nice dame, she'll be cute and smart and probably wise too. I can live without a car. A job will have to be a small time deal until I figure out what I'm good at. High school, well, that's out of the question. Somewhere in an alternate universe, I'm attending high school, I have keys to a nice crappy car, I have a nice dame or girl or chick in my arms as I hold her and smile at her cute face because I can. I'll also probably be half way done high school and planning for college.

How nice it would've been. I probably wouldn't even be friends with Marcus in the universe. That lucky bastard version of me.

But I was five when some pin head turned a key, flipped a switch as the red lights flickered behind him, he lifted a small glass casing from above a red button and pressed it hoping it'd do something extraordinary and that his name would be in the papers and on the internet new sites. If they do exist, somewhere, and so does the pin head then I'm sure his name will be up in some article or on some wanted list. I bet his name is Dan, I hate that name. For the sake of it all, I hope pin head Dan is on a list of assholes wanted by everything that is still alive. Glowing or not.

I wonder a lot about how my life will play out now. I don't have much to care about in my life, I've accepted my fate as it is, if anything I'm sort of happy. I'm not down in the shit shacks or town as I like to call them now. I could be there getting radiated, drunk, stoned on stolen and mixed drugs. I could also find a nice girl there who has fucked so many guys that it's just a large canyon and her emotions could be as dull as the melted rocks where the bomb dropped.

But I'm not there and I could actually care less about it all. If I could get out of the town, find more survivors. Glowing or not. I could start a caravan or a small community, find the smartest, cute girl there and settle down. Be old with her and die like I've only seen in movies they play in what is left of the theater. Luckily, my father and oldest brother were the only ones left alive. Mom, my brother Dale and my sister Linda weren't lucky. Mom and Linda were driving home from visiting my aunt in the South. They were in the blast wave. Clearly, they were dead.

Dale was killed off by radiation sickness. Tumors, melting skin, mutations. I found it to be sorta cool. When he died we had to bury him about two hundred footsteps away from the house. The plants around his grave died and I think it glows sometimes at night as if his ghost is laying there, all mutated and lumpy. Just in for the wait for when the dead trees claw open the clouds and pull the sun down on all of us.

Fuck. My mind went loose again. Nothing to really worry about, I've got nothing better to do then have my ass poked with splinters, smell the smoke of Mary and enjoy the silence of my friend.

"Hey. Remember that night the school caught fire and I snuck over to your house and we both went off to watch it burn? Wasn't that somethin'? You even had the balls to get out of your nice and warm house to watch it all just die in a heap of flames. Remember when we met up with April and her sister…"

"October.." My voice turned into a rusty voice. It does that sometimes and I haven't the slightest idea why. Probably throat cancer.

"Yeah! What was up with those girls? Swear we could've hooked up with them that night, right there. Just, fucked while the school was being burned. In a heat of passion, eh man?" Marcus started to laugh. Hyenas would accept him as their own if they heard his laughter.

"We were like what eleven or twelve when we watched our school burn down with the girls. Plus me and October had something there...but yeah it wasn't entirely picked up like I wished it was. But you seen what happened to them man? April works in the shit shacks and fucks any guy that has any amount of dollar to his name. Fucking shame."

"October didn't she disappear or something like that?" Marcus added on and this made me confused. October was known to stick to herself but last I remember she and April had a huge fight. April ended up with a scar on her forehead from it and October disappeared that afternoon. People had seen her leave town with nothing on her but her clothes and a bottle of Jack. I seen her once she was stealing wood from the forest. I called her name but she just kept walking with a fuckton of branches on her shoulders. She did though, turn back to look at me. She was too far to see if she was smiling or not.

"Think she's dead?" Marcus asked me.

"October? She's probably dying slowly like the rest of us. But, yeah I think she's fine." I answered.

I had a question to ask Marcus that very second. It's something that I've been wondering about.

"Hey, Marcus. Do you think we'll get out of this whole mess alive? That right now, we're not just as good as dead? That we could be living a lot more and enjoying the little things in life?"

The question turned into multiple questions, I hadn't control over them. They spilled out.

"Welp...I think we're dead already. Like your brother Dale and my dad. We're sick and dying, but we have no clue if we are or not. My old man was okay one second and the next he was vomiting maggots. Insides were rotting and everything, but he didn't know. Your brother hadn't noticed the tumors and the little bits of skin that were falling off-along with some muscle and tissue and shit. They only knew their fate when they dropped to the ground and seen how little bit of time they had left.

I'm not sure about you, but I'm enjoying my life, the little things and yet I'm not. To smoke pot, shoot up every now and then. To get a stiff one up in April or the other girls. It's all I need from life. What do you want? A Wife? A dog called Fido or Scruffy? A nice little shack or house that will last you until you die or murdered by something out of the blue like another bomb? Dude, I'm loving how horrible things seem to you. I'm sure you'll understand someday."

I was baffled at what the answer was. I'm sure he'll explain it later someday or die of some sort of sexually transmitted disease or a stab wound or because of a lethal dose of radiation. Whatever it may be I know what I want in life. I'm sure that's what Marcus knows about his life. I'm sure that's what October knew when she refused to be dragged down to being a whore and she set off somewhere to be herself and to be happy and to be free. Maybe someday I'll join her and be as free as she is.

The forest started to get darker and I was becoming tired of having bits of oak being stabbed into my backside so I had to end me and Marcus's day of hanging out.

"Hey dude I'm going home, gotta take a shit." I told him. He stood up and a blunt in his mouth, he lit it up and inhaled.

"Me too, wicked bastard is punching at my backdoor." He exhaled as he spoke. It went into my face as I turned around. I hate the smell of Mary. I wonder where in the hell we call home he grows the shit.

"Where do you grow that shit anyway?" I asked him while fanning the smoke away from my face.

"In the basement and in the shed out back, brother grows this shit like crazy. Generator with uv lights and all sorts of shit."

"Sounds interesting and stuff. Well, I gotta go, peace out man. Travel home safely and make sure you don't die tomorrow." I said as I headed down my path to home.

"You too." He replied.

Before I could get into my house I heard a large snapping noise from behind me-in the forest. I turned around and seen a person stepping out into clearing. It was a deer with it's antlers starting to sprout up from its skull. Young buck.

I hadn't seen one before, only in books my dad own and I had read to keep myself entertained. Me and the buck stared at each other like old friends but complete strangers. He looked at me, turned his head and started off in another direction. Something inside of me had me raise my arm and wave to it as it went off in another direction. I simply had to smile and say to it "Peace."