#bartlebees

[joanofarc]

your boyfriend is okay, the bartlebees (1995).

your boyfriend is okay, you love me anyway he loves you, too, it's true, he'll never make you blue

[recovering-vamp]

[kismetconstellations]

"Nice to meet you, Bartlebee. I'm Frisky. I'm new to the Heeler family, as well! And, just between you and me... they're a bit crazy. But-- give them a chance. You'll see. They're full of love."

[alterednoon]

Been roleplaying with my friend's OCs and this is one of them getting outfitted in the shop of my own OC =w=

[pendogcreative]

Commissioned from the Silverstein Puppet theater by Bartlebee brands in the late 60s Seamore and Strawbetty quickly became an inseparable part of marketing for the company's products. Debuting in the short advertisement "A Spoon of Nectar" they would feature in following advertisements up until the company's eventual closure.

According to Silverstein, Seamore was made to resemble saltwater taffy, and Strawbetty, a strawberry.

Seamore and Strawbetty were characterized by a cluelessness and ignorance for the world around them, relying on Beetrice to educate them and brighten up their dull lives with sugars, nectars, and desserts. Seamore was typically portrayed as a somewhat vain and self-absorbed character who nonetheless cared deeply for his more energetic companion Strawbetty.

When the company began shuttering its doors the two puppets disappeared from public view for years, many puppet historians considering them to be lost for good and likely rotting in the basement of one of Bartlebee Brands many warehouses.

However, in recent years the two puppets have been recovered by puppet enthusiast and historian Emma Weckle. Emma restored the two and has been very kind in providing the library with photographs of the puppets.

Read more at

[laxsland]

Recovered Ad from Bartlebee Brands 🍬🐝🍭

Archived on Pendog Creative Library:

Wondering more about ventures gone wrong?

@pendogcreative Has plenty of mysteries awaiting you: pendogcreativelibrary.org

[burnwater13]

Grogu standing and looking very sad. Watercolor painting by me. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 1, Episode 5, The Gunslinger.

“Hey, Fennec? Can you give us a hand over here?”

Grogu heard his dad call out to his companion. He smiled because he knew what was coming. 

“What? You can’t handle a little Mandalorian armor? Are you sure you didn’t just take your armor from some Mando who tripped in front of you and hit their head?”

Grogu knew that Fennec liked teasing his dad. Most days Grogu would have scolded her about it, but not today. They were supposed to go fishing and that whole trip had been sideswiped by a pile of Mandalorian armor. That told everyone what was important to Din Djarin. He was glad that Fennec called him out on that nonsense.

She and Grogu walked over to the others. That Fennec kept pace with Grogu, rather than rushing ahead of him also made him smile. She was trying to teach Din Djarin a lesson and Grogu wondered if his dad was capable of learning it. Maybe. Maybe not. 

“I asked you to come over here because I knew you’d spent some time in the Mid-Rim. Have you ever heard of a bounty hunter named Bartlebee? Whoever they are, they had their name inscribed on a piece of this armor.”

“Bartlebee? Hmmm. Doesn’t ring a bell. There was a hunter named Bartnlee. He didn’t last long. Got on the wrong side of the Moog syndicate and ended up in a compactor on Takodana. Maz didn’t like that at all. Can’t blame her really. It made a heck of a mess. Let me see the writing.”

Grogu followed Fennec over to the pile of armor and hopped onto his dad’s shoulder so he could get a better view. Hmmm. The inscription looked strange to him. 

“This says, ‘Barter Fee’, not Bartlebee. I’m guessing whoever this last belonged to had to trade it for something. Given what you Mandos are like, I doubt they were Mandalorian, since your lot would rather die than let anyone else take their armor. Probably a scavenger. Why does it matter? Won’t your armorer just melt it down and start over?”

Grogu shrugged. He didn’t know what would happen to it. The Armorer sometimes melted the beskar down, but other times, she just made adjustments to it. He’d coo’d to his dad.

“What about the other names? It’s possible that some of these folks are on Mandalore or part of another Mandalorian covert. What do you think, Fett?”

Grogu turned to look at the Daimyo, who had been standing there very quietly, while Fennec and his dad had discussed the matter. In fact, Grogu couldn’t remember the Daimyo saying anything since they had entered the room after all the clatter.

“I know who once owned this armor. What I don’t know is why anyone would give it to you as gift. This once belonged to Pre Vizsla. He caused a lot of trouble for Mandalore and Mandalorians throughout the galaxy. I had thought this armor had been melted down long ago. I recommend that fate for it now. No Mandalorian should end up wearing the armor of a man who betrayed everyone he knew.”

Uff. No wonder the Daimyo had been so quiet up to that point. He must have remembered the stories his father had told him as well as what he had learned while that whole mess had played out.

“Sounds like it should be melted down for the benefit of Mandalorian foundlings. No need to keep that lineage alive. Are there anymore Vizslas?”

His dad appeared to be asking everyone in the room that question. 

Grogu shrugged. The Daimyo shrugged. The Major Domo, who had returned with the mech and the droid that brought the stuff to them, shrugged.

Fennec did not shrug. 

“Hey, droid. Who is your master?”

Huh… Grogu hadn’t thought of asking that question. 

“You are not authorized to access that information, human meat bag.”

The Daimyo turned to Din Djarin to ask a question.

“Is that an old HK unit? I haven’t seen them in… never. I’ve only seen them in history vids.”

Grogu looked at the droid with renewed curiosity. HK units would have been incredibly old. Did droids really last that long.

“I don’t know. I know that mech is far more modern. Maybe it knows.”

Grogu took that as his cue to chirp and coo at the mech, who rolled right over to him. The little mech began to chirp and beep back at Grogu. Apparently the droid’s name was ‘thirty’, which was a strange name, and it worked for someone called Muun Bajir and Muun had a friend named Vizsla. 

Grogu explained what he learned using sign language because they were all pretty fluent, except for the Major Domo who was still just learning his numbers and colors. 

“Does your friend ‘Thirty’ know where that Vizsla is? Maybe the armor should be returned to them?”

It was Grogu’s turn to shrug and then re-address Thirty and ask the question. The answer was interesting and Grogu instantly wondered if his dad was going to really follow up on it.

He relayed the information. 

“Mandalore? What do you think, Grogu? We’ll bring this to them and then go fishing there?”

Yippee! 

Grogu nodded his head and began to laugh. Fishing on Mandalore! That was going to be a lot more exciting than fishing on Tatooine, no matter how big and scary the fish there were. That was actually a good part of the fun and excitement. Just imagine… he might actually catch a mythosaur!

To be continued…

[ghostly-schematics]

Awww, they’re both so cute!! Bartleby’s eyes look super cool in that first photo, and Loki kinda looks like my aunt’s cat

Finn i just saw the lil banner thing in your pinned and I need to know now do you have a cat? Because you’re so right no time spent with a cat is time wasted they’re simply the best little creatures ever

YES !! I HAVE TWO !! LOKI AND BARTLEBY

[xfatma99x]

my man

I’m miss my man bartlebee

[ursocongelado]

Alfredo Monte escreveu sobre meu livro de poesia "A solidão é deus bêbado dando ré num trator" no jornal A TRIBUNA de Santos, de 30 de abril de 2013:

GRAFITES NOS MUROS DA CONDIÇÃO HUMANA

A princípio fiquei no pé atrás com A solidão é um deus bêbado dando ré num trator, coletânea de um jovem autor de Manaus, lançada pela pequena editora Bartlebee, de Juiz de Fora: boa parte dos 139 poemas contém às vezes uma frase, com a mesma toada aforismático-epigramática do título. Tirando alguns mestres, essa forma é um convite à facilidade (e esta ao esquecível). Para piorar, uma apresentação insistindo na “visceralidade” do poeta; ora, caracterizar um artista como visceral se tornou um clichê tão vazio, propício para retóricas ocas, quanto falar em “transparência” ou em “sustentabilidade”.

Visceralidades à parte (o que não poderia deixar de acontecer com um admirador de Bukowski), não há facilidade, frouxidão, nada para ser esquecido em A solidão é um deus bêbado. Diego Moraes tem uma linguagem carismática, uma incrível capacidade de criar uma dicção poética que, escorregadia, flerta com o epigrama, a micronarrativa e o mais arrebatado lirismo, os quais compensam uma presença opressiva da entidade “Literatura”. Ele mesmo diagnostica que há literatura (às vezes mais como pose do que como inquietação autêntica) demais na vida de muito escritor desmamando por aí, e experiência da “vida” de menos. Se “Deus é uma caneta bic azul e a vida um monte de rabiscos literários numa folha de papel almaço”, “... não fosse a literatura, eu seria mais um playboy idiota/mexendo os quadris numa festa à fantasia”, e então “Uma geração inteira fazendo literatura como se estivesse/comendo coxinha na hora do recreio”. Não é o caso, aqui, onde o lirismo é a contrapelo: uma angústia palpável e desmoralizante convive com percepções e imagens que roçam o haicai, se o pensarmos a partir de uma modulação radicalmente nova: “Ela só de calcinha abrindo desastrosamente a latinha de atum/Chupando sangue do dedinho lascado/Fazendo carinho no bicho em cima do 2666 do Bolaño”; “Bússolas quebradas/Cartas anônimas nunca me disseram nada/Isso não é literatura. É só minha dívida no Bradesco”.

Por caminhos tortuosos, roídos e varridos pelo rancor ou pelo câncer (“Próxima estação: Consolação./Hoje é rock in roll. Amanhã é solidão num hospital com câncer”), pela esquizofrenia ou pela overdose, pela ressaca ou pelas referências à cultura pop (do tipo mais desesperado), o eu lírico predominante em A solidão é um deus bêbado é aquele mesmo (só que bem século 21) “gauche” na vida, quase um piadista de si mesmo, que forneceu as senhas para a lírica superior de um Drummond ou de um Bandeira: ”Você mora longe/Não tenho binóculo/Você num castelo/Não sei tocar violoncelo/Você pinta os cabelos/Não me olho no espelho/Você tem olhos verdes/Roubaram minha bicicleta”. Um Drummond que tivesse como irmão gêmeo Plínio Marcos: “Sensação escrota de não entender as coisas/Às vezes penso que sou adereços de um carnaval de 1977”; “A polícia não liga/ Solidão não preenche ficha de condicional”. Há um toque de Adélia Prado em: “Deus manda tsunamis como minha mãe joga farelos de pão no Rio Amazonas/Faz pequenos redemoinhos azuis no meio da confusão/ Se eu fosse cineasta, pediria para ela lagrimar e falar bobagens de mansinho/A gente pensa que não, mas os peixes entendem.”. Portanto, mais do que falar sobre uma “Literatura” que ninguém sabe direito onde está, ele dialoga com a melhor poesia feita em nosso país após o modernismo: “Ligo o Arno/As folhas viram garças desembestadas/Correm pelo chão gélido/Transam com as paredes e não dão poesias.” Dão sim, Diego.

Às vezes todos os elementos se entrelaçam com fôlego maior: “Um índio bêbado escrevendo peças de teatro que nunca serão montadas//Seu vizinho desmanchando automóveis e revendendo tudo a preço de banana//Sou tão carente que entro de cadarços desamarrados na padaria/só pra ver se ela se importa e diz alguma coisa// Anteontem andei de roda gigante e o cara disse que não era preciso/pagar o ingresso porque eu parecia o avô dele//O mais foda é que só tenho 29 anos”. Outro belo momento de respiração mais longa: “Você disse que sonhos é como fazer musculação//Você disse que Vou à Bahia leva crase//Você disse que queria adotar um cachorrinho e fazer Teatro/ de Rua em São Paulo//Você disse que Roberto Piva era o poeta mais lindo do mundo//Você disse tantas coisas bacanas quando eu tava fudido// Você disse que eu sairia dessa e levou livros e cigarros quando/eu tava internado naquela clínica para drogados//Você foi minha garota e foi foda ver seu sorriso de mãos dadas/com outro cara// Sempre fico sem jeito com o meu passado...”

Não sei se A solidão é um deus bêbado foi apenas um momento feliz, que não se repetirá, ou se a forma, aqui tão concentrada e eficaz, poderá virar maneirismo e banalizar-se. Só posso dizer que é uma das revelações dos últimos anos, esse grafiteiro dos muros da condição humana: “Você cai uma vez/Quebra o braço/Você cai duas vezes/Quebra a perna/Você leva paulada na rua/Escreve um poema/Você leva facada/Escreve uma crônica/Você leva tiros/Escreve um Romance/Você morre/Deus acha que é peça de teatro e aplaude”.

[joanofarc]

[recovering-vamp]

Superquick bartlebee doodle 💛

[365runesoftheamalgamations]

Happy STS (or answer whenever if ya want), Rune! For any WIP, talk about piece of lore you’ve been waiting for an excuse to share. And whether will it be mentioned in the story or not. Sending good ☆☆ vibes ☆☆ and good luck to you. - ✨️ Enc

hello and how are you?

Thanks for stopping by, as always, our dear Enchant! We promise that one day we will get these right.

But since you chose any WIP, we are going back to our magical internet die to decide the fate of one WIP! And since we did this before already, we have our mark set to six, so we will be focusing on The Rapunzel Witch, for this ask! :D

AND HO BOI, DID THIS ASK FIT PERFECTLY.

One piece of lore that we might or might not be totally enchanted - pun intended XD - with is that of a yet to be seen tidbit of the Beloved Bartlebee! He is our favorite little Herbalist and loyal Knight, and one of the things that will be introduced is that he compares the Rapunzel Witch to the Moonflower. It is the flower that we want portrayed in the cover and it is a flower that we have already dabbled around with, in regard to Bartlebee and the Rapunzel Witch!

If you are noisy - same, us too, don't worry - you can look up some of the meanings and associations of Moonflower, but for Bartlebee, he likes to compare their duality with how the Rapunzel Witch holds their existence.

To some, the Moonflower [ and in relation, the Rapunzel Witch ] is something to be wary against, to hold up arms to defend and to wander away from, due to it's connection to the Nightshade Family. But Bartlebee only sees the good in the flower; it is one of his favorite flowers because they hold myths to heal the Blight against Witches and guide travelers through the darkness of the Forests.

We even wrote a little thing between them that has Moonflowers, and we adore it, and you can find it here! We need to revisit though and fix it up bc font and styles and Tumblr.

Thanks for the ask, Enchant! We loved this one!

☕️ Natsume Rune, the Natsume Rune System

[chuuyascumsock]

OMG OMG I JUST HAPPENED UPON YOUR REDDIT AND GODDAMM THAT CHUUYA IN A MULLET FANART IS SENDING MEEEEEEEE

(Please stand by for my silly goofy ask)

-🧀

YOU FOUND MY REDDIT 😭⁉️ Did you see my various Bsd Ai adventures where I took male characters’ balls to feed my parasitic sock puppet named Jimsnickens Bartlebee 🥺

[pendogcreative]

Seen on cartoons, candy wrappers, and store fronts around the world. The advertising giant Beetrice B.E heralded from the Bartlebee Brands candy and sweets corporation.

A diligent teacher and businesswoman Beetrice has dedicated her life to educating those poor unfortunates who lack candy in their lives!

Beetrice made her debut in the mid thirties after years of Bartlebee Brands struggling to find their corporate identity. As recounted from the company archives, Marygold Fulch - the daughter of Bartlebee co-founder Aaron Fulch - had visited one of Bartlebees five (at the time) factories and the next night had a dream inspiring her to draw the character that would be known as Beetrice B.E.

From Marygold’s own accounts of the character, Beetrice had an “impish spirit and delightful way of speaking.” Upon seeing his daughter’s drawing, Aaron Fulch knew what needed to be done and in a few months time, after several revisions and renderings, Beetrice B.E was introduced to the public.

Beetrice was an instant success with the general public, and with Bartlebee Brands making itself a bigger domain in the industry, her face soon could be found at any candy shop around the country. She was so popular, in fact, that Bartlebee Brands began the production and release of Beetrice dolls and small story books, along with small mixed media commercials in which Beetrice would interact with humans and occasionally puppets. In these shorts, Beetrice would typically take on a simple persona, very much being more of a cutout for selling products than an actual character. However this would all change around the end of the 40s.

[madame-blueberry]

why don't u and bartlebee talk much anymore? i thought he was ur dad?

I think we got in a fight about something? But I do not remember. It was his fault though, I'm sure.