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What's the animated short about a young boy who starts out excited about school and life (he's all orange BTW) and he goes to school and is super creative but the school teaches him to be like everyone else and gradually he loses his color, energy, and passions and just becomes grey. I need it for our animation film class to talk about everything right with the short, but I can't find it.
The boy on the other side.
āHello.ā Thatās how his story started. A mere hello spoken at an octave barely over a whisper. The girl stumbled as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. āAre you the new people?ā the voice almost went unheard, but still the couple froze in a panic. The man held a frothy toothbrush from his mouth and met the girls eyes, which were only half covered in make up, in the mirror. The urge to answer the small disembodied voice over took them both conquering their fear. āHello?ā the girl asked timidly. āOh a girl. Bummer. I thought you might be a boy like me.ā The voice now held the excitement of a child. Another glance was passed between the frozen pair. āIām a boy.ā The man answered. The small giggle that admitted from their walls was both chilling and adorable at once. āAre you going to live here long?ā āWe hope so.ā The girl responded. The voice was growing on her. āIs that ok with you?ā the man asked more timidly than his counterpart. The excited chatter filled their tiny bathroom at once. āYes! I got to go now. Talk to me again one day!ā the voice chattered and then was gone. In a mix of panic and adoration the couple went about their business. Itād be weeks before they heard that eerily creepy voice again. When they did it was singing a happy tune that while familiar was in a different language than the couple was used to. Still they found themselves caught up in the happy tune and danced in merriment around their newly painted and decorated bathroom. Their excitement built as the song gained in speed and all the while the voice carried them through their day. Several times later that week they could hear muffled voices and shuffling of items from their nearby neighbors but rarely did they hear the voice of that gleeful child. One late night the girl was unable to sleep. She stepped into the bathroom to see if something was in store to help her when she heard muffled crying. āWhatās wrong?ā āThe other kids donāt like me.ā The voice was so sad and void of excitement it sent daggers through her heart. Finding a place nearest the voice she sat. āWhyās that?ā āBecause. Iām different.ā āBeing different isnāt so bad. ā the girl then told the childās voice the story of the ugly duckling which lead to another story and another. Soon the sun was up and the girls muscles were sore. He found her bathed in the early morning light surrounded by the childās laughter reading in a comical voice from a childhood book heād long forgotten. They stayed that way for several more moments until with a sleepy yawning sound the voice announced that it was tired and went away. The couple went about their day both filled with the memory of the heartwarming giggles. It kept them floating and happy throughout the whole day. Their happy moments where short lived however when days later the first fight broke out amongst them. As the man sat cradling his knees on the cold bathroom floor trying not to think of the girl behind the locked door not even a room away the voice came to him again. āWhy do you fight?ā it asked sadly. The man was reluctant to answer but with her not wanting to listen best he talk it out with at least someone even someone imaginary. The boy explained as best he could and was disappointed when the voice suddenly left him. Suddenly a soft tapping on the door alerted him. As she stepped in the voice returned. āI think youāre better together.ā It exclaimed and was it wrong? Alone in the bathroom with a disembodied voice as their only witness conclusion was made that they were better together and the night ended magically. For several long months they longed for the voice, but in itās place only came the faint echoes of fighting neighbors crying babies and dogs barking. For a long time the couple thought their friend had abandoned them, but then it came again just as it had before. āHello?ā āHey. Where you been?ā the couple was all to eager to hear the voice that they forgot to be afraid. āI has to leave soon. I no want to but mommy says we must. Thereās bad people who donāt want us here.ā āWe want you here.ā the girl answered. Fearing her faceless friend was fearful of them. The man too seemed worried about the child heād never seen. āI want to be here too. I gotta go though we leave tonight before the sun awake.ā Depression seeped into the coupleās heart and they went to bed that night in a sullen mood, until they were woken once more by a rumbling moving truck. Curious they went to the window and watched as a family of clearly different culture than that of their own piled very few belongings into the truck. At first it was only a woman a man and a small baby but then a young boy appeared gripping a beat up stuffed animal. The boy turned and saw them there and waved. āGoodbye.ā He called in a voice all to familiar as he was hastily showed into the waiting truck along with his mother. āWe must go now.ā The man hissed as he buckled the boy in. The boy turned with oddly happy eyes and stared at the couple who had been his friends for the past year. Friends heād never seen before and who had never seen him. Who read to him, and laughed with him, and made him feel like a normal boy. āI love you.ā His Crystal clear voice echoed around the darkened parking lot. The couple stared at the boy whoād made them laugh, picked them up when they were down, and shared some very precious moments with them and they knew in their hearts they loved him too. As the truck speed away a piece of them went with it. While his face would eventually fade from mind his voice and laughter would remain in their hearts foreverā¦..
ānasa gone rogueā sounds like theyāre stealing rockets and going to the moon illegally or something
but nope, ārogueā these days is a word that means āposting real climate change facts that your president doesnāt want you to knowā
Proud Polynesian, our cultural dance costumes are so beautiful, and so are our people! Photos by Adam LeSimmons
This is one of those āI scrolled down hoping for an explanationā things
Dude went to a Magic: The Gathering tournament and saw a whole lot of ass hanging out and decided to have fun with it.
This dude is also banned from said tournament because this photoset got so popular and it was considered insulting to the playersā¦ā¦.
A true martyr.
The look in his eyes is majestic.
I feel like heās a tour guide in a meninist museum who hates his job
he got banned for this too.
he was just telling the truth. conspiracy!
Your sacrifice for rustling my jimmies are dearly noted brother. May the base God bless you for eternity.
Our hero returns.
PSA to those marching
Straight people and women: stop fucking spreading āshockingā manips of Trump + Putin kissing. The image of gay male sexuality isnāt a gross joke for you to weaponize.
Donāt share it on Facebook, donāt put it on your half assed signs.
We live in a world where two men kissing was a contributing factor in 49 peaceful people being massacred in a gay club.
You are not helping. Gay people kissing isnāt yours to scare people with, and itās not your shock value.
reblogging again cause the lack of notes is bullshit
I hope this image brings you peace. (Source: http://ift.tt/2k7Uz1t)
Weird looking koala.
A big boi. A soft boi.
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So weāve now got the historical fact that the President is so insecure about his tiny hands that he actually ordered someone to increase their size in an official White House image.
tr*mp just FIRED THE ACTING ATTORNEY GENERAL for saying she wouldnāt defend the immigration ban in court because she didnāt think it was legal. SHE WAS FIRED FOR DISSENTING. SHE WAS FIRED FOR DOING HER JOB. REMEMBER THIS. THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF A PUBLIC PURGE OF DISSENTERS.
Not the beginning; just a continuation. Dude fired half the State Department last week.
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A machine learning algorithm helped decode the squeaks Egyptian fruit bats make in their roost, revealing that they
The four most common sounds roosting bats make at each other are apparently:
Disputes over food
Disputes over roosting position
Disputes over āunwanted male advancesā
Disputes over being too close together
In Mario & Luigi: Paper Jam, Bowser and four of the Koopalings retreat into their shells during battle as part of an attack. Here are the last frames of animation before they fully retract their heads and limbs.
itās literally 2016 why did i just come across a buzzfeed video about snacks thatĀ āonly 90s kids will recognizeā likeā¦.. i watched the video and one of the snacks was literally a can of cokeā¦.. they poured a can of coke into a glassā¦Ā
But did you recognize it?
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