#badventures

[kneipe]

berlin 2020

[atwistedandbrokentale]

I saw this coming and I was still surprised

[virtuouswhitehatorganization]

A Canon Example That Bicep Never Showed G-Lo Any Respect

Look at my previous post about how he didn’t even let her get into Miss Heed’s New Years Eve Party. I was looking over the episode BH"s Bizzarre Badventure and in the beginning we see G-Lo and Bicep together fighting off who they think is Dr. Flug. However, it is proven to be wrong when it’s really Dr. Flex a member of Black Hot’s newly made organization. One thing I notice is how G-Lo is treated by Bicep. She’s not treated like an apartment but just an assistant and insults her by calling her jelly boned which implies he thinks little of her powers and capabilities. Seriously, I think the sidekicks would be people who don’t get any type of respect and are just treated like heroic lackies. Which again makes me feel for G-Lo who again shows their is a clique type of mentality in the hero community. 

[harryshapiroart]

Working on revitalizing this art tumblr and getting it back up and running. So hello again!

[patchdotexe]

barney has a jjba stand

Barney's Bizarre Badventure

[artiphys]

starfucks badventures

[tangiblejournal56]

10/18/11

There it is, like a breath of fresh air, that feeling, that sensation, what has been missing from my experience here these last five months.  That smell the city emits in the fall, that airy, earthy smell, like bare trees & cement, the way the air is chilly but smells warm.  The city aroma versus the country scent of Des Moines, which is a city but always still smells of a field anyway.  I am unsure why this particular scent always makes me feel better.  Perhaps the memories tied so strongly to this city, my first three months in Austin, my first dive into independence.  It evokes cigarette breaks at 7/11, driving around for hours aimlessly with Annie, meeting Ryan & hanging out at the party house where he’d lived at the time.  When everything had the shine & nervous excitement of a new adventure.  Paths never before explored.

Sitting outside on my break from work, the wind whipping the trails of my cigarette smoke into dissipation, I sank back into that old feeling like going back to sleep, giving me a renewed (if false) optimism.  

I told the Italian I was a lost boy, raised to crow, that I believed life is a series of badventures separated by periods of stagnation; I told him this was my philosophy on life (a half-truth), “So go ahead & shred it as I know you will, you pirate.”  This was amid a joking conversation I am having with him, the first one since I told him I wasn’t his “someday girl” he’s been waiting for.  I am curious as to his response, as I know he thinks of me as a flighty, silly girl of little substance, because I tried to keep the mood light between us when we’d hang out.  He is far too consistently serious, even Max has a great deal of silliness within him.

Though I was half-joking with the Italian, it made me realize, how often have I felt like Wendy Darling, elected mother to all lost boys, to take care of them & fill their various vast wants, needs, whims.  Shawn, Bert, Posi Thom, Jacob, Nich, Daryl, JLove, Eric, even Max.  My brothers, their friends, my friends.  So rarely does a boy happen across my path who needs nothing from me.  Ryan, Bryan, Rabbit.  I love or have once loved them all, as my children, & in return these children of mine have time & again devoured me.  I receive affection in return, but so rarely loyalty (Max, my brothers, yes, even Shawn in his own way when you consider how few are in his life whom he makes the effort to keep in touch; from Nich I received the hateful words of a child when I rebelled at saving his ass once again; from JLove an unbending selfishness; Bert’s abdication incited by the Ginger; Ryan’s emotional abandonment).  Even rarer, a reciprocation of this giving of the self, this protection (Max alone).  And yet I step into this role willingly, again & again, setting myself up to be devoured, to be met with other Pans who will take what they wish, their shrill crowing, & then they abscond, ascension into the air.

Sometimes I think there might be something to the pirate’s life for me, growing up & all.  Then I recall what it is that attracts me to these lost boys in the first place.  That wonder, that innocence, idealism, sense of adventure, the possibility of magic.  Childlike but with children you receive purity, guileless & genuine, a love short-lived but sweeter than the distilled, self-loathing, ironic love of an adult, full of suspicion & doubt, so distorted it can hardly be recognized as love.

This is what threw me off guard with the Italian.  He didn’t reveal himself to me as a lost boy.  He seems not to need anything, or most certainly not anything from me.  A sense that he forces himself to be an adult, forcing out any childlike impulses or whims, no sense of adventure (excepting durations of sex, which he sees as a playground for fun & reciprocations of pleasure).  This first intrigued me, but now I’ve come to see it as tedious, his unwillingness to crow because of these restrictions he’s placed on himself.  An ill-fitting suit he is stubborn to remove, though its constriction will leave him unhappy & unfulfilled.  It is no wonder he turns to sex for his relief, his recess from life.  That is the only place I’ve seen him crow, & he is very good at it.  Such potential there for life, for exaltation.  But he will not allow himself to take off that suit.  This is disturbing, disappointing.  Soon he will be all hard, unmalleable.  He is a month older than me but we are centuries apart.  Soon that condescending, “I’ve caught onto you before you will ever know me” act will be a trait & not an error.  Then no one will know him, which perhaps is what he wants.  I hope he does happen upon his someday girl, & isn’t too far gone to realize her significance.

After this short-lived drift into the life of a pirate I am eager & relieved to return to my lost boys.  Though they may hurt & devour me at times, I know at least that it is an innocent act of devouring, they are not intending me harm but have grown too used to my acquiescing to their every endless appetites.  In a way I am only asking to be used, but I cannot bear to deny these children whatever it is they want, the way I cannot bear to leave my niece in her crib to cry when I know she will cease crying the moment I hold her.  I don’t want her to have to toughen her hide to the cold indifference of the world, just as I hate the thought of these boys to lose that innocence & idealism in the overwhelming apathy.  If filling whatever role they need keeps them young for a bit longer, then I will revel in my role of Wendy Darling.

I do have Racha, so I am not alone.  For each other we fill both the mother & child roles, as well as keeping each other from being alone.  Keeping each other from breaking, keeping each other young & idealistic.  I am lucky to have her, my Cherry Valance.

[manju4aug]

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[brokenbmx]

Some detail shots of my commuter, this bike has seen many phases and its finally found its final form.

[kneipe]

berlin 2020

[gcppy]

villainous cartoon tv show came out btw and one of the episode names is “bh’s bizarre badventure” so naturally im going to watch this all in two seconds

[gracewalliss]

7x06 ends before we see where our Badventure Squad ends up, but since the promo reveals Clarke on Bardo, let’s assume that’s where they go.

…Which is lucky, since Team Penance is suddenly in need of a new extraction!

[harryshapiroart]

A Gang of Badventurers! Little story concept I have about a happy-go-lucky goody-two-shoes Cleric ending up in a party of chaotic necromancers, accursed undead, and forsaken warriors. Shenanigans ensue! 

[bitchyblue]

can you grace us with a story about a bad date/dick appointment

God so many to choose from. OK I had been crushing on this dude for a long time, and we’d been like hooking up in cars and stuff (roommate issues) but he wasn’t ready to fuck yet, and he was super hot and really good with his hands, but he was driving me crazy. When he finally said he was ready he came to my place and we were fooling around foreverrrrrr on the couch and eventually I was like “so you wanna..?” And he said yeah so I pulled out the condoms and first he had a really hard time putting it on, he went through like 3 of them and when he finally got it on and we started up, he lasted like maybeeee 30 seconds? And I’m laying there wet and horny and confused and he collapses next to me and then rolls over away from me and I’m like “uh..hey so..” and he sighs and he’s like “i’m sorry, that was my first time.” He was 28. Which is fine! But he never told me! Moral of the story is it’s no big deal when and how you lose your V but you should definitely communicate with your partner or they’ll be left confused and frustrated.

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[azaleatown]

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