#bess meyers

[riverwithoutbanks]

T4T BESS/GARTH??????????????

Garth and Bess new OTP???? 😱😱😱

[shallowseeker]

Another reference to the emptiness, to the hole that can't be filled:

REV JIM: the road to revenge is a dark and lonely one, which you never get off. And that hole in the pit of your stomach, you never fill it -- ever.

9x12

[supertagged]

S9E12: “Sharp Teeth”

CHARACTERS: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Bess Meyers, Jim Meyers, Joy Meyers, Sheriff Pat.

RELATIONSHIPS: Sam & Dean Winchester, Sam & Dean Winchester & Garth Fitzgerald IV, Bess Meyers/Garth Fitzgerald IV, Jim/Joy Meyers, Bess & Joy Meyers.

ADDITIONAL TAGS: Implied Animal Abuse, Hurt Garth Fitzgerald IV, Impersonation of Law Enforcement, Hospitals, Angst and Feels, Vomiting, Lies and Deceptions, Werewolves, Undercooked Meat Products, Snark and Sarcasm, Foreshadowing, Guilt and Regret, OOC Dean Winchester, Religious Cults, Betrayal, Physical Abuse, Monologuing, Gun Violence, Awkward Hugging, Dean Winchester is Bad at Apologies, Emotional Hurt No Comfort.

[videomessiah]

Necronomicon (1993)

[kanerallels]

Thanks for the tag! I love To Kill A Mockingbird, I hope you like it!

Three ships: Kanera, Chenford, and Henry/Bess McCord

First ever ship: probably Anne and Gilbert

Last song: Praises by ELEVATION RHYTHM

Last movie: Fighting With My Family

Currently reading: rereading Cress by Marissa Meyer, and slowly reading Adorning The Dark by Andrew Peterson!

Currently watching: mainly The Rookie and rewatching SWR

Currently consuming: Nothing but I had Chick-fil-A for lunch!

Currently craving: An end to this writer's block I'm dealing with and tater tots, as always

@singswan-springswan @ardentlyyang @avatardoggo @oldmanwithashield @kazoosandfannypacks @lucilliantpearl @incorrectpizza and anyone else who wants to play!

Tag Nine People You Want to Get to Know Better

Tagged by @brievel <3

Three ships: Anne Shirley/Gilbert Blythe, Vicky Austin/Adam Eddington, Sam Gamgee/Rosie Cotton

First ever ship: probably Anne/Gilbert (I don't really remember)

Last song/album is: Bag End by Howard Shore (from The Fellowship of the Ring)

Last movie: National Treasure 2

Currently reading: A Ring of Endless Light by Madeleine L'Engle

Currently watching: Brother wrangled me into watching The Mandalorian with him last night, so I suppose that.

Currently consuming: A 500ml bottle of water.

Currently craving: Sleep.

Tagging with no pressure: @informedimagining @sheet-metal-memories @catkin-morgs @kraytwriter @muse-write @hamiltonfairchildracingrescue @lady-stormbraver @lightthewaybackhome @potatoobsessed999

[maggiemaybe160]

Soulmate Charm Au

for @loveallmyotpswaytoomuch

(Each person has a locket/charm that fits perfectly with their soulmates’ locket/charm.) 

Garth Fitzgerald IV had always been teased for the bracelet he’d found and worn. He had found a bracelet with a broken charm when he had been in high school. He liked the way it looked and had decided that it didn’t matter if he was picked on for it. He was picked on anyway. He was made fun of for his gawkiness and his favorite shirts. He was teased for still dressing up on Halloween when he was a teenager. He was picked on for his haircut, the way he walked, the words he used. He decided not to care. He was who he was and he liked the bracelet so he was going to wear it.

Bess Meyers was studying under a tree at the library and playing with the silver chain that held the silver bullet when she noticed a glint in the grass. She put her books aside and let the silver bullet necklace fall back to her chest. She picked up a bracelet with a broken charm. It looked like half a paw print but she couldn’t tell. She had never seen anyone around who had worn a bracelet like this and she couldn’t find the rest of the charm. So she put it on and told herself that if she found the person it belonged to, she would return it.

Garth was sleeping fitfully. The fever of turning into a werewolf had set in an hour before. Bess sat by his bed with a cold washcloth wondering if she was doing the right thing. She knew that to be born a lycanthrope was her life, but his life had been human. Was this life going to be better or worse than if she had let him kill himself?

She pressed the cold washcloth to his forehead as his hand gripped the edge of the bed. She looked down at his hand, feeling guilty. The charm on his bracelet looked broken. She looked down at her own broken charm. Over the years she had added more charms that she had bought in gift shops.

She put the washcloth back in the cold water basin and pulled at her own broken charm. She bit her lip as she looked at Garth’s broken charm. It was ridiculous. There was some story about soulmates about the charms fitting together, but could it be real? Was it real?

Bess picked up Garth’s charm and fit it to her own. They clicked perfectly to form a paw print. She felt herself blush and hastily drew her hand away but when she looked up Garth was staring at his bracelet.

“Did… Did they just..?” Garth asked, pointing to her bracelet.

“You need to rest.” Bess said, hiding her blush by looking away.

“Bess. You know what it means.” Garth said a week later as they sat together after church. Bess couldn’t help but smile. “We’re soulmates. You’ve heard the stories, too. You know.”

“I know.” She admitted. “Even if we weren’t… I’d like you anyway.”

Garth felt himself blush. “I’d like you anyway, too.”

Charlie Bradbury had a very particular style and broken charm bracelets didn’t fit into it. She had found it a few years after her parents had died. She never wore it but she kept it with her, often running her finger over the jagged charm in her sweater pocket. She hadn’t really cared if it had belonged to someone before her. It brought her comfort even if she didn’t understand why.

When Charlie found out about the rumored stories that said if you found the person with the perfect match to your charm, you were soulmates, meant to be, perfectly matched. Charlie didn’t put a lot of stock into the idea. Not with her life. She was a nobody with a fake name and a fake life that was so erasable it was too easy. She never made any real attachments. She never went around asking girls about their bracelets.

It wasn’t until she was away from that world. It wasn’t until Charlie made it to Oz. Dorothy rolled over to face Charlie. The glint of the broken charm on Dorothy’s wrist caught Charlie’s eye.

“Where did you get that bracelet?” Charlie asked. It seemed like too ordinary of a question after the month spent asking fantastical questions about Oz. It seemed mundane and paled in comparison to questions about the war and the wicked witch and the magical properties of the world that now surrounded her.

“I don’t remember. It was so long ago. Before I ever came to Oz.” Dorothy looked at the broken charm and shrugged half heartedly. “It’s broken anyway. Has been for years.”

“I have a broken charm bracelet, too.” Charlie reached her hand over the side of the bed for her sweater and pulled it up before taking the bracelet out.

“Oh?” Dorothy didn’t seem to know the stories that Charlie knew. They were probably just that- stories.  

“There’s a story back home that says if two people have broken charms that fit perfectly together that they’re meant to be. Some kind of fairytale ending.” Charlie didn’t move to connect their bracelets. She didn’t look back at Dorothy. It was one thing to sleep with someone. It was another to learn that they were your other half. That you were meant to be.

“Do you want to check?” Dorothy asked after a moment. Charlie was still frozen. If their charms didn’t connect, she didn’t know what she would do. This was the first person she had ever told about the bracelet let alone cared enough about to want to belong with them.

When Charlie didn’t answer, Dorothy gently took the bracelet from her and fit their bracelets together. The charm as a whole created a small house. Dorothy smiled and handed the bracelet back to Charlie. “See, nothing to worry about.”

“Good thing I came with you then, huh?” Charlie asked. Dorothy just nodded before kissing the top of her head and getting out of bed.

[kwebtv]

Normal Life  -  CBS  -  March 21, 1990 - July 18, 1990

Sitcom (13 episodes)

Running Time:  30 minutes

Stars:

Max Gail as Max Harlow

Cindy Williams as Anne Harlow

Moon Unit Zappa as Tess Harlow

Dweezil Zappa as Jake Harlow

Josh Williams as Simon Harlow

Bess Meyer as Prima

Jim Staahl as Dr. Bob

[papenniesandbentoboxes]

This was inspired by the infamous clue crew Among Us games.

 (If anyone wants the original template that I made, I’ll post it on my main blog)

[hello-robin-goodfellow]

[fourorfivemovements]

Films Watched in 2019:

80. Necronomicon (1993) - Dir. Brian Yuzna/Shusuke Kaneko/Christophe Gans

[90smovies]

Necronomicon

[ariel-seagull-wings]

@captain-dad @amalthea9 @mademoiselle-princesse @lord-antihero @fyeahmeninroyalnavy @lioness--hart @giuliettaluce @draculashaxanbride

❎ Single

❎ Taken

✅ Mentally dating .......

Rules put in the tags who you are mentally dating

[videoreligion]

Necronomicon: Book of Dead (1993)

[queencatherineparr]

DEBORAH KERR as Catherine Parr, with JEAN SIMMONS as Elizabeth Tudor and STEWART GRANGER as Thomas Seymour

Metro-Goldwyn-Meyer’s Young Bess (1953)

[corpse-of-bandersnatch]

Poor Dale Porkel, helpless like a fly in a spider’s web.

[mybeingthere]

Forrest Bess, 1911-1977, American painter and maker of theories. 

"I term myself a visionary painter for lack of a better word. I can close my eyes in a dark room and if there is no outside noise or attraction, plus, if there is no conscious effort on my part—then I can see color, lines, patterns, and forms that make up my canvases. I have always copied these arrangements exactly without elaboration." 

Throughout his life as an artist, Forrest Bess strove to invest a personal symbology with meaning, developing a complex visual vocabulary to accompany his obsessive devotion to beliefs and theories that alienated him from the mainstream.

Bess's small paintings are filled with elemental and highly personal images. To Bess, his visions and the resulting paintings came to represent a pictorial language that he believed had universal significance. Along with medical and psychological theories based on his own unguided scholarship, he believed his imagery formed a blueprint for an ideal human state, with the potential to relieve mankind of suffering and death.Born October 5, 1911, in Bay City, Texas, Bess lived his life there in virtual isolation, on a strip of land accessible only by boat.

 "I try to tell myself that only by breaking completely away from society can I arrive at a reasonable existence." 

A semi-migrant childhood was followed by some years at college, where he began by studying architecture but found himself diverted into studies of religion, psychology, and anthropology, readings that would later inform his own radical theories.

Dropping out of university in 1932, Bess worked for several years roughnecking in the Beaumont oil fields, and also made several trips to Mexico. It was during this time he began to exhibit his paintings, earning one-person shows at museums in San Antonio and Houston. During the war he enlisted in the Army Corps of Engineers and was given the task of designing camouflage, until he suffered a psychological breakdown and left the service. After living for a while in San Antonio, he finally settled at his family's camp at Chinquapin, near Bay City.

Bess was never comfortable for very long around other people, although he hosted frequent visitors to his home and studio at Chinquapin: artists, reporters, and some patrons made the trip to the spit of land on which Bess's shack stood. He did forge lasting relationships with a few friends and neighbours, and maintained years-long friendships and correspondence with Meyer Schapiro and with Betty Parsons, his art dealer in New York.

But ultimately Bess preferred solitude, and his prolific activities as an artist, highlighted by limited notoriety and success, alternated with longs spells of loneliness, depression, and an ever-increasing obsession with his own anatomical manifesto. He was never able to win any converts to his theories or validation from the many doctors and psychologists with whom he corresponded. In his own home town of Bay City, he was considered something of a small-town eccentric.

Forrest Bess died in a Bay City nursing home in 1977 from skin cancer. In the years following his death, his reputation as an artist began to build, and he is now regarded as a unique phenomenon, an artist who cannot be grouped with any one school but who answered solely and completely to his own vivid, personal vision."

http://www.forrestbess.org/about