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If only Chase Young knew that the spot of Omi's greatest opponent had already been taken by Old Bessie.
Think about it. Every one of Omi's encounters with Old Bessie ended with the cow sending the monk flying. Not even Chase can equal that.
Pfft--
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Ah, Bessie. Perhaps the first enemy Omi ever tried so hard to connect with and acknowledged as a truly worthy opponent, and one who Omi has never quite beaten, not even close. Omi reached out to her to try to conquer her, and ultimately, that singular bucket of milk aside, she was the one who tamed Omi.
Perhaps Omi's complicated back-and-forth with Bessie was the precursor to what would later come with Chase Young.
Hopefully Chase continues not to know. If he's willing to eat dragons and humans, I think he'd be more than willing to eat a cow who's threatening his territory.
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fullofsunsetwhispers · 2 years ago
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I saw this pic and I have to ask, does this fit more as "Omi with Bessie" or "Omi with the steers he had to be told not to try to milk"?
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osihgkgh Ok, I'll write the answer probably incoherently because damn this one made me laugh xD
Yeah, I can see Omi's ULTRA determined to milk ANY cow coz we see that in Big as Texas episode.
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Omi: Oh, and I will milk you and YOU!!!
That's so sweet he gets so excited! And when Kimiko informs him the steers are not meant to be milked he doesn't lose his spirit! I adore his attempts to befriend Bessie skgnjskgn
In short, that silly sentence ' dare to milk what others see as unmilkable' applies to both, in my opinion!
Bessie is unmilkable due to the fact she keeps on kicking Omi into oblivion bc he's not treating her the way she wants.
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From Omi's numerous attempts alone we know, he won't give up. That's one of his better traits, actually! He takes Daddy Bailey's errand as a challenge!
In the other beef's case, tho... That would be hilarious if Omi tried to rebel against Kimiko's advice and actually TRY to milk them xD I can see Rai trying to stop him: Little dude don't! And Omi responds: I SHALL MILK WHAT YOU REGARD AS UNMILKABLE!
Poor guy wouldn't even know what hit him kjzsbkzbj But don't worry with Rai they could fly away in time!
(side note: I wonder if back in the day Guan and Dashi had to stop Chase from petting ALL of the village cats. yeah I'm trying to come up with yet another chase-omi parallel haha)
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technicolor-times · 1 month ago
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Bessie love 1929
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river-of-wine · 2 months ago
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More of this old gal! I love when cowboys are women
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poppingmary · 3 months ago
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Bessie Love
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st4rstudent · 2 months ago
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second batch
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citizenscreen · 2 months ago
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Bessie Love was born on September 10, 1898 #botd
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emmieexplores2 · 5 months ago
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Bessie Love
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naldibutnice · 4 months ago
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Bessie Love in The Matinee Idol (1928) Dir. Frank Capra
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shynmighty · 4 months ago
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Awww, they're friends!!!
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your-dandy-king · 6 months ago
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Something Old, Something New
Previously: The Prince and the Hunter (1, 2, 3, 4)
Here, in the domain of the King of Naples, except for one day of the year, the sun never sets. Except for one day of the year, the weather is reminiscent of the last days of spring, before the heat of summer rises.
Like time captured in a bottle, the domain of the King of Naples is the village of Cahors as he had known it in his youth, when he'd been sent there to attend school. There is the ancient bridge over the River Lot called the Pont Valentre where he and the young Bessières would spend long hours dangling fishing lines off of on those days they were free to roam. And the Cathédrale Saint-Etienne, already nearly a millennium old before either of them had been born. The town jail known as the Château de Roi, and the Église Saint-Barthélemy, and the old watermill, the Moulin St-James.
The Cahors of Murat's memory hugs the eastern side of the U-shaped bend of the River Lot. And if one takes time to watch, an observer may see the intrusions. For the Domain of Murat is but a layer, a separate dimension, if one will. It is the land of the dead, the past, and ghosts, separated by a porous boundary from the world of the living.
The land of the living intrudes upon the land of the dead. Like bright afterimages, the immaterial shapes of artifacts and people from the present Age of Man glimmer briefly and vanish. One of those self-propelled carriages called a car, or a moped, or perhaps a lost pair of tourists leave behind luminous impressions upon the land of the dead. Stop to stare through a glassmakers' shop window from Murat's time, and one might find it suddenly replaced by the large windows of a shop hawking mysterious and arcane artifacts from the Present Age. And then, just as quickly, the shop front will revert once more.
Some artifacts from the Present Age, and the ages before, will find their way into the domain of the King of Naples, slipping through the cracks in reality between worlds. People are as ever forgetful, and they forget where they leave their wallets, their passports, their keys, their precious jewelry. They forget them, they lose them, and these artifacts turn up in Murat's domain. The crypt beneath the Cathédrale Saint-Etienne is well-stocked and open to any of his fellow dead who might think they might have something there they may need or want.
So too locations and buildings that may not have been built during Murat's time as a living man also find their way into the land of the dead. Here is a central plaza, where the living hold festivals and gatherings. And at one end of the plaza is a tranquil fountain, where a bronze statue of Neptune presides over a natural spring. Squint, and you might see the living world, shimmering like mirages in the desert, two statues flanking the spring's entrance: a statue of Joachim Murat, and a statue of Jean-Baptiste Bessières.
( @rapports-de-combat, @le-fils)
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silverfoxstole · 3 months ago
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Been looking through the photos on some old flash drives and found a few DW-related ones I'd forgotten about, like the time we found a police box the TARDIS at Avoncroft Museum in Worcestershire back in September 2010.
Then there was the now-defunct London Film Museum at County Hall in February 2011. That's obviously a Cushing movie Dalek on the right but I have no idea where the squashed TARDIS came from:
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And a random photo of the entrance to the Doctor Who Close Up exhibition at Land's End in 2009. I didn't go inside as it was just NuWho stuff and (like everything at Land’s End) probably cost an arm and a leg:
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vintage-every-day · 1 year ago
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Bessie Love, here in the 1920s, was born in Texas. Her cowboy father moved the family to Hollywood, where he became a chiropractor. As the family needed money, Bessie's mother sent her to Biograph Studios, hoping she would become an actress.
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umi-teardrop · 3 days ago
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Does anyone remember Adventures of Captain Mack?
And how is resembles LazyTown?
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oswincoleman · 9 months ago
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Jenna Coleman on Instagram stories, sharing a picture she took of Bessie Carter and Sally Field from the time they performed All My Sons at the Old Vic theatre in London in 2019!
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thursdaymurderbub · 2 months ago
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Silver Screen magazine, March 1940
Trigger warning: suicide 5 years later in March 1945, Elizabeth (Bessie) Phares Merkel died by suicide, nearly killing daughter Una in the process.
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