#roberta allen

[artazel]

KonBart Yuri + “why the f#ck do you look like me?” meme

Impulse juuust a little bit distract🤭

Inspired by @robiv3s art💕

[bonnibelerm]

Roberta 🤤

doodles from Kleki…I love this website

[garadinervi]

Roberta Allen, Pointless Arrows: 12 Situations Or Any Sequence From 1-10 Therein, (artist book), 1976 [Studio Bruno Tonini, Gussago (BS). University of North Dakota (UND), Grand Forks, ND. © Roberta Allen]

[artazel]

BartKon week - Day 3 Genderbending

i’m a little late but take my offering

both of them wonder how they managed to pull such a baddie

plus my previous post w yuri konbart

i think i improved at drawing them

@diamondslink

🩷

[bonnibelerm]

Fem!bart doodles :33

I swear her hair was thicker while I was drawing idk what happened

Oh my god I literally just realized the fingers in the last photo ignore them pls

[bonnibelerm]

more gender-bent doodles

yeah I REALLY need to work on Maxine. Also Koni’s design is just a concept I swear I’ll do better 🙏🙏

[bonnibelerm]

Genderbent bart doodle

[classm-poems]

Set a timer for 15 minutes and write (The Playful Way to Serious Writing)

The house is from her childhood. It has since been long abandoned, and her memories are as dusty as the attic. The floor in the kitchen has fallen through, carving a hole into the crawlspace the family would hide in during tornados.

She (Monica?) remembers the sirens wailing, huddling close to her brother, the storm loud as a freight train in the night. The house shook and in the morning, they saw the tree they used to play on had been pulled up by its root like a dandelion. 

Monica had never seen anything so large look so small. She remembered thinking it looked like broccoli and spent the next month pretending she was in Wonderland where all the trees were broccoli.

The yard had overgrown and their small handmade playground had been long lost to time. She remembered driving by years ago and someone else had torn it down. They had also added a fence for a dog and the porch was full with potted plants.

Gardening was her mother's realm and belonged to no one else. Monica never had any interest in learning the difference between annuals and perennials as a child, but she remembered her brother begging their mom to teach him. He tried once, garden gloves nearly up to his elbows, but was promptly told off. He stepped on a tomato and their mother never forgave him. She wasn't a particularly kind person, but someone Monica still had mostly fond memories of her mother.

Her father was "fun dad" of all her friends, he taught all her friends how to play baseball and showed her how to make noodles. When he found a fifth of vodka under her bed as a teenager, she was grounded for two months, but he never told her mother why. Looking back, he was right about her friends.

As a teenager, it all seemed so important. Johnny wouldn't like her unless she drank like the other girls and when her girl friends wanted to drag race, she only hesitantly briefly before cheering them on.

Now, she couldn't imagine anyone in her life being so stupid. She felt like was on the brink of a breakthrough constantly. That's the only thing she really misses about being a teenager: how full of life and energy everything was.

But she turns from her old house, the smell of sweetgrass all around her, picks up her little girl and says, "That's where Mommy grew up, see?"

But Ashley is tired of standing in the driveway and crawls back into the car, eager for ice cream. 

Monica gets in the front seat, puts her hand on her father's buckled-in urn and pulls away from her childhood home.