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Hello, my name is Alex Andreyev. I’m an artist living in Saint - Petersburg. I’ve been drawing, painting and doing graphic design over last 20 years. My last project is an animated film “Koo! Kin-Dza-Dza” (senior concept artist), the winner of the Asia Pacific Screen Awards 2013 (best animated film). You can buy all my pictures in a high resolution for print on my site - alexandreev.com/
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Fucking awesome
never played a metal gear game but this ones free so why not
a flaming whale just ate a helicopter i thought this was a spy game
@progambientpostthrashneofolkcore did you post this?
I’m definitely reposting it.
The Creative Act of Listening to a Talking Frog
did a puppet just fucking give some of the best advice ever.
I hope you heard this in Kermit’s voice, just like I did.
Is there any purer depression-kino than Neon Genesis Evangelion? Something about the way a perfectly compelling narrative with a rich ensemble cast completely breaks down into utter abstraction, rampant psychosis and a search for personal meaning makes for the comfiest viewing when you’re down.
I think part of it is the depth and scope of how the characters are broken down. It’s more than just a “oh why am I sad” thing and goes into the complexity of whether as human beings we’re capable of living for our own reasons or if everything is merely done for the sake of others and shit. It gives you a lot to think about, and ultimately despite all the horror and fucked up shit leading up to it, it does end on an arguably positive note when Shinji decides that life is worth living.
I do think a big part of why I like NGE so much is that it has an unusually deep and sympathetic portrayal of the entire cast. Shinji starts the series as an eminently hateable character, simply because his mental issues are so cripplingly close to the surface. He's frequently infuriating to the viewer, even more so because he's surrounded by a cast of experienced professionals who take charge of situations in a way he never does. And yet, over time those professionals are shown to be just as damaged and powerless as Shinji. It's hard to think of another show that has such a well-developed and flawed cast of characters, or a protagonist who is both insufferable and relatable in equal measure. It feels distinct not just in its portrayal of existential turmoil within the cast, but how expertly it characterizes those struggles as an integral part of the human condition.
"After all, you are alive. So you will always have the chance to be happy."
Is there any purer depression-kino than Neon Genesis Evangelion? Something about the way a perfectly compelling narrative with a rich ensemble cast completely breaks down into utter abstraction, rampant psychosis and a search for personal meaning makes for the comfiest viewing when you’re down.
when it’s 2017 and you’ve left your ability to give a shit in the rearview mirror as you ascend to the astral plane
This is so fucking funny
This is peak 2017
He snapped.
Is he now the “Slim Jim™”?
This is some kind of next level nihilism.
Current mood: 2017 Jim Carrey
@allthecanadianpolitics Some flag/symbol information so you can know the racists.
Thanks for the heads up, and before anyone goes ‘There’s no nazi’s in Canada!”, yes, yes there are:
If this doesn’t make your blood boil, you might just be a Nazi.
when you graduate and think you’re prepared for the real world
For what possible reason does this image exist????
for when you graduate and think you’re prepared for the real world
When you fight the Soul of Cinder and the piano kicks in
And to celebrate the 1.000 followers, here’s an art of all Dark Souls III bosses!
(Please share if you know the artist, I do not own this art)
Ministry - Jesus Built My Hotrod Cassette Maxi-Single
Sire/Warner Bros., 1991
I’m hoping to see these guys with Filter this year. Two super cool bands. Anyway, here’s an excerpt from Al Jorgensen’s biography about the song: Gibby came in absolutely shitfaced. He couldn’t even walk. I looked at him, laughed, and said, “Hey man. Well, let’s see what you’ve got.” We set him up with a stool, gave him a microphone and a fifth of Jack, and played the track. But we didn’t exactly get lightning in a bottle. Gibby started babbling some incoherent nonsense, knocked over the whiskey, and fell off the stool. We propped him back up again and heard, “Bing, bang, dingy, dong, wah, wah, wah, ling, a bong…” CRASH! Back on the floor. We went on like that for take after take, getting nothing but gibberish with a few discernible words, like “baby,” “gun,” “trailer park,” “around,” and “Why? Why? Why?!” Finally Gibby passed out. He was gone. And that was it. But I knew there was something there. If only I could extract the magic, it would be like pulling a diamond ring out of a septic tank. I edited the song on my two-track at home. I spliced so much tape to make his gobbled-gook should like words; I swear to God, even in my fucked-up state, I had the rock-steady hands to conduct delicate brain surgery. Cut-tape, cut-tape, cut-tape - all night long. Three weeks later it started to sound pretty good. I added these samples about drag racing, put in these crazy backward tape noises, race car sounds, a redneck thrashing beat, and this off-kilter riff. Mikey did these wild blues solos, then I added the nonsense spoken-word intro to go along with Gibby’s moronic lyrics: “Soon I discovered that this rock thing was true/Jerry Lee Lewis was the devil/Jesus was an architect, previous to his career as a prophet/All of a sudden I found myself in love with the world/So there was only one thing I could do was ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long.” To this day journalists ask me what the intro and lyrics are about, and I honestly have no fucking clue. We were just winging it. From the autobiography “Ministry: The Lost Gospels According to Al Jourgensen”. P.S. This single sold 1.5 million alone
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you make the best-selling single of your career.
NEW YORK—In a dramatic break from the singer’s past incarnations, including her more aggressive recent image, Taylor Swift unveiled an even darker persona Friday with the release of her new single, “Skullfucking Maggot Shit Boyfriend.” “From the moment we see her chewing the entrails of a bound-and-gagged man wrapped in coils of barbed wire, it’s obvious this is a version of Taylor we definitely haven’t seen before,” said Billboard magazine writer Joseph Wohl in a post analyzing the new song and its accompanying music video, which feature graphic images of self-mutilation, a bass line sampled from a recording of cattle slaughter, and multiple lyrical references to genocide. “In the pre-chorus, when she sings, ‘I’m going to hatefuck you till the worms feast on your eyes,’ it’s not clear if she’s referring to ex-boyfriend Tom Hiddleston, her rival Katy Perry, or her ongoing feud with Kanye West. But it’s obvious from the bursts of industrial noise and mid-song interlude involving an imagined phone call with serial killer John Wayne Gacy that this new Taylor isn’t playing around.” At press time, several music blogs had reportedly criticized the single as overly derivative of artists like Throbbing Gristle and Anal Cunt as well as for appropriating imagery from Pier Pasolini’s film, The 120 Days Of Sodom.
And thus a war started. This is 100% accurate untold lore, Arty’s uncle works at FROM soft, we have exclusive insider information.
I experimented with the styles a bit and made Logarius look like one of the stained glass saints in the first panel. I am aware he looks terrifying but am not sorry
reblog if you would trust a dog with a sword to protect you
without a doubt
