#bardack

[devovas]

I can't possibly quantify the impact you had on my childhood, thank you for everything Akira Toriyama.

[t4tadrienette]

I really liked the rewriting of Bardack in the Broly movie. I don't really like the idea of all Saiyans being mindless killing machines with no compassion, I loved that they showed that both Bardack and Gine cared about their children, even to the point of sending Goku on a safer planet, just in case. I always hated the view of Saiyans being inclined to be evil because they're like that™️ point blank. Also, it gave a whole new look on why Goku was so aggressive when he arrived on earth and then was fine after. He was not acting aggressive because he's a Saiyan, and was there for evil, but because he had just seen his parents sending him away and found himself in a new stranger environment

[russianreader]

Reading Recently (Not Necessarily Russian)

Source: “What Ukraine Has Lost,” New York Times, 3 June 2024 Memorial for actor Joachim Gottschalk. When his Jewish wife Meta and son Michael were to be deported, the whole family decided to commit suicide on November 6, 1941. The bronze figure, which was created by Theo Balden in 1967, resembles the actor. It was initially located in a park but had to be moved due to the building of the…

[eddieintheocean]

Big news for hagfish fans!!

references

Bardack, D. (1991). First Fossil Hagfish (Myxinoidea): A Record from the Pennsylvanian of Illinois. Science, 254(5032), 701–703. https://doi.org/10.1126/SCIENCE.254.5032.701

Fernholm, B., & Mincarone, M. M. (2023). A new species of the hagfish genus Eptatretus (Myxinidae) from the Bahamas, western North Atlantic. Journal of Fish Biology, 102(4), 962–967. https://doi.org/10.1111/JFB.15343

Fudge, D. S., Levy, N., Chiu, S., & Gosline, J. M. (2005). Composition, morphology and mechanics of hagfish slime. Journal of Experimental Biology, 208(24), 4613–4625. https://doi.org/10.1242/JEB.01963

Hirasawa, T., Oisi, Y., & Kuratani, S. (2016). Palaeospondylus as a primitive hagfish. https://doi.org/10.1186/s40851-016-0057-0

Miyashita, T., Coates, M. I., Farrar, R., Larson, P., Manning, P. L., Wogelius, R. A., Edwards, N. P., Anné, J., Bergmann, U., Richard Palmer, A., & Currie, P. J. (2019). Hagfish from the Cretaceous Tethys Sea and a reconciliation of the morphological-molecular conflict in early vertebrate phylogeny. Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States of America, 116(6), 2146–2151. https://doi.org/10.1073/PNAS.1814794116/-/DCSUPPLEMENTAL

Parasramka, V. (2023). Manufacturing synthetic Hagfish slime skeins using embedded 3D printing. https://hdl.handle.net/2142/120467

Siu, R. (2023). Additive manufacturing methods for fabricating synthetic Hagfish skeins. https://hdl.handle.net/2142/120593

Zintzen, V., Roberts, C. D., Anderson, M. J., Stewart, A. L., Struthers, C. D., & Harvey, E. S. (2011). Hagfish predatory behaviour and slime defence mechanism. Scientific Reports 2011 1:1, 1(1), 1–6. https://doi.org/10.1038/srep00131

[laoaiart]

Bardack, father of Kakaroth

[darkavids]

Bardock or Bardack

[7-thheaven]

Bardock & Gine 🌓

[shinigami-dice]

[mooniemp3]

I watched Bardock’s special again and i wanted to draw him bc he is so amazing.

[ateenagersseriousproblems]

[t4tadrienette]

I forgot that in the dbs: Broly movie, they made Goku's og story like Superman, instead of the "you were sent to Earth to destroy it," like Radish said at the start of Z. But also, he was never on planet Vegeta in the first place when he got sent there, so he couldn't have known if he was sent on Earth for that, so it can be that he was originally sent there to be saved

[go-ichimonji]

DRAGON BALL SUPER BROLY | BARDOCK #dragonball #dragonballz #dragonballgt #dragonballsuper #dragonballsuperbroly #dragonballminus #dragonballmovie #bardock #bardock #bardack #saiyan #sayajin #fatherofgoku #goku #vegeta #broly #dbs #dbsbroly #db #dbz #dbgt #warrior #fighter #ki #aura https://www.instagram.com/p/B2nUEFEIde6/?igshid=9ckld0whoht1

[lightfaithed]

@jedimessiah

Five years ago, the news of Vader’s death had reached Obi-Wan all the way in his sandy little cave where he lived with Luke. It evoked a whirlwind of emotions in the former Jedi. He was shocked and saddened, but he should have been relieved, no? Vader was a threat and as long as he lived, Luke was in danger. But even after everything that happened, Obi-Wan couldn’t let go of his love for Anakin. 

He chalked the fact that he still felt something very faint and weak connecting him to his former Padawan up to his intense emotion of grief and longing. They were so very far apart and Obi-Wan was excellent at shielding, he knew the connection wasn’t dangerous. That Vader hadn’t felt him in return. Soon, Obi-Wan won’t feel it at all anymore either, with Vader having died. Except the connection never vanished and it made Obi-Wan suspicious. Was ‘he’ broken or was Vader alive after all? The signs pointed to the former, since Vader hadn’t been seen again ever since.

The rough life on Tatooine and raising a young boy distracted him sufficiently over the course of the five years that came after the sudden news. Luke was going to turn 6 years old in a few days and Obi-Wan wanted to do something nice for his birthday, so he spent a little longer than usual at the marketplace in Mos Espa, picking the best ingredients he could find for a birthday meal he intended to cook, as well as all the materials he required to craft Luke a new toy ship he liked to play with. 

It was when he rode the speeder back to the cave and to Luke that Obi-Wan felt an intense shift in the force. The ever so dormant but present feeling of the past bond he had shared with Anakin grew worringly intense. Full of foreboding and confusion, Obi-Wan practically rushed into the cave, relieved to find Luke unharmed, tinkering with droid parts. Obi-Wan greeted him, went to embrace him and noted that the feeling was still strong inside his chest. Something was going to happen. 

Luke, who was highly attuned to Obi-Wan felt his worry and responded with his own. Obi-Wan offered him a smile. “Come here, Luke.” He gently made the boy move behind Obi-Wan as he peered to the closed entrance door of their humble abode. “Everything will be alright.”

[gattodbz]

#new #bardack #bardock #wig "With this everything will change... The fate of the planet Vegeta... My fate... The fate of Kakaroth! And then... Even your fate!!" #gattodbz #gattodbzwigs #wigs #cosplay #cosplayer #cosplayboy #cosplayers #cosplaying #shopify #dragonballcosplay #dragonball #dragonballsuper #dragonballcosplay #dragonballwig #fatherofgoku #goku #songoku #wigcosplay #wigmaker #wigdresser https://www.instagram.com/p/BzFnpQDj2oL/?igshid=1ivfnx2ncjrav

[nerdwolfnest]

Grandista Figure Collection #6 - Bardack (Grandista) Video sul canale YT, link in bio 😜 #banpresto #grandista #figure #collection #dragonball #dragonballz #special #tv #actionfigures #bardack #bardock #onepiece #naruto #demonslayer #myheroacademia #jojo @banpresto_global @banprestoitalia https://www.instagram.com/p/CjizuU7MaRj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jewish-privilege]

[Originally published August 09, 2019] - (...) Tisha B’Av is the day that telescopes many of the main catastrophes of Jewish history in its entirety into one day... The events ascribed to the day have to do with separation between God and Israel, both spiritual and physical; the five events connected with the ninth of Av and the 17th of Tammuz, three weeks prior, are discussed in the Mishna Taanit 4:6.

(...) For those who have trouble with understanding the holiday, this explanation by Rabbi Joseph Soloveitchik, the core teacher of modern Orthodoxy even 26 years after his 1993 death, should suffice: “We observe this saddest day of the year because we cannot understand why our people continues to suffer so much tragedy.” I definitely don’t understand how 11 devoted people could be killed as Jews in America in 2018. Since Oct. 27 [2018,] the place where we celebrated the bris of a congregant’s grandson became the place of the grandfather’s death; the same man who was the mohel at that joyous occasion then served on the chevra kadisha. The whole synagogue building has lain empty, a vacant shell, ghost structure standing as a vivid reminder of what is no more: 11 Jews killed only for the crime of worshipping as Jews on the Sabbath.

No longer an abstraction, these dirges for what is lost; now they encapsulate part of my reality. The reality that we can’t use the place where we had gathered in happy times—for a Purim megillah reading, play, and meal, a Sukkot dinner, a concert of Magavet, the Yale University Jewish singing group—is now a place of death and destruction whose name and photo are known internationally. The social hall where I have attended bar and bat mitzvahs and weddings, the same hall where I danced, became the area that Zaka and the chevra kadisha performed their sacred and tragic duties, and people l knew from other contexts, like my daughter’s SAT math tutor, were now in full-body protective wear and hairnets so that the bodily fluids they were cleaning up would not transfer to their own living bodies.

..And yet, I will read this verse from Lamentations on Saturday night: “the comforter who should restore my soul is far from me, my children are desolate because the enemy has prevailed.” (1:16) I have never felt more that there are so many to comfort me, my family, my community and that evil has not prevailed though it has done great damage(...) Congregants are stepping up to learn the synagogue skills possessed by those three of our congregants no longer with us. Looking up the Hebrew birthday for a woman who never had a bat mitzvah as a girl, we found the Torah portion for her birthday was the same as one of those who were killed. She will be reading that Haftarah in 2020 as well as in years to come.

Though it is not hard to get in mood for Tisha B’Av this year, since I feel like I have been enduring that feeling since Oct. 27, I also remember that even though the Temple was destroyed so many years ago, and was an unmitigated catastrophe, the expulsion of Jews from the land created the necessity to find new forms and ways to continue the religion.

“The nature of trauma,” Bessel van der Kolk a psychiatrist and expert in post-traumatic stress, has said, “is that you have no recollection of it as a story. The nature of traumatic experience is that the brain doesn’t allow a story to be created.” (...) The inability to create a story reminds me of the passage in the Babylonian Talmud Makkot 24b that Rabbi Amy Bardack taught as part of her class on “Jewish Texts of Resilience” at our community Shavuot Tikkun. Four rabbis are walking in the destroyed Jerusalem, on Mount Scopus and then the Temple Mount. One of them, Rabbi Akiva, laughs to see foxes scurrying over the Temple Mount (in Hebrew har habayit, literally the “mountain of home”) while the others are despondent. His colleagues interrogate him—how can you laugh when this place, once an abode of fear and trembling before God, is now so profaned that animals trample it? Rabbi Akiva explains to them about that the prophecies of Uriah during the First Temple and of Zechariah during the Second Temple, that the one, “Zion shall be plowed for a field” (Micah 3:12) is dependent on the other, “there shall yet be elderly men and elderly women in the streets of Jerusalem” (Zechariah 8:4). Destruction must transpire for redemption to happen. Akiva has created a way to tell the story; his laughter and its explanation stop the trauma, for the others tell him he has comforted them.

...My own personal version of transforming tragedy into renewed vigor to have laughter and joy came two weeks ago when I had a visit from a woman I met on the sherut (shared taxi) I took two months ago when I left Jerusalem, where I had been celebrating Passover, to return to the airport en route to Pittsburgh. The sherut driver only takes cash and at the end of my trip, I had none. So I had to ask the other passengers to spot me the money for a check or Venmo (if my kids assisted that interaction). Another passenger agreed, and we chatted. She told me she, too, was from Pittsburgh originally and would be here later in the summer. We exchanged emails, and I gave her my check. I hadn’t expected to hear from her further; however, when she was visiting in July, she emailed me and we set a date to have coffee. She told me the address of her childhood house: It was literally on the same block as mine, around the corner. I heard more of her story—a man followed her father home 25 years ago and broke in to murder him. Her mother had been terminally ill and died a few weeks later, as did her grandmother. But now, she told me, every birthday, every milestone, every moment with the grandchildren she moved to Israel to be near, brings her intense joy. The tragedies she suffered magnify her need to wring every bit of joy from each occasion, her pleasure highlighted by the knowledge that horror, too, may be around the corner.

I have a heightened grasp of the holiday of destruction this year. Yet, I also have a heightened awareness: Once ceased, joy may after all be renewed and restored.