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melaninpov · 8 months

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Lovecraft Country S1.E2: Whitey’s on the Moon

#jonathan majors #jurnee smollett #courtney b vance #lovecraft country #atticus #leticia #uncle george #moviegifs #movie gifs #film gifs #filmgifs #hbo max #black people in horror movies

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xothemedia · 4 months

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ATL (2006)

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crimsonicarus · 6 days

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FP is the new GP i dont care about the rest of the weekend

#imola gp 2024 #charles leclerc #oscar piastri #uncle george

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mydaroga · 1 year

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[Uncle George Smith] and John formed a close bond and shared unimportant little secrets. He taught the boy to ride a bike and tried to demonstrate the finer techniques of cricket and football, though John had little aptitude for ball games. He also allowed affection: John insisted on giving him ‘squeakers’ – his word for kisses – before George put him to bed.

Mark Lewisohn, Tune In

#SQUEAKERS?#😭#John Lennon #uncle George #mark lewisohn #Tune in #Kris reads tune in #Kris talks a lot

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reppyy · 1 year

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testormblog · 6 months

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Uncle George

Mother didn’t like Uncle George, her brother-in-law. Neither did she like his wife, Aunty Agnes, my paternal aunt. She was jealous of their nice house and car as well as George’s prominence in the community. They were financially better off than us; both having stable jobs. That said, their jobs were physically demanding. Agnes was the cleaner at the local high school, which was quite large, and George, the senior ambulance bearer for Beenleigh and its rural surrounds.

George was an unusual man, who was quietly and politely spoken. At that time, ambulance bearers tended to have been Army stretcher bearers in the war. These men were well accustomed to the gory rawness of life. This wasn’t the case with George. He didn’t serve on the battlefield. Instead, he worked for the Railway during the war. He came from a humble background where his forebearers were fishermen. He had no medical training before he became a volunteer ambulance driver and had only a primary school education. Yet, he possessed the intellect and a keenness to learn about medicine from the doctors he worked with. He also showed genuine compassion to those in his care. In 1947, he became a permanent ambulance bearer and would serve as one for many years. He was respected by all and knew everybody from his annual door knock to collect ambulance contributions. They came to him for first aid, and he to them, when they couldn’t come.

He was a stoic kind of man. He saw the beginning, the pain and the passing of life. He collected the dead for the coroner. At times, this was a gruesome task; especially when people died in horrific vehicle accidents. The combination of speed, alcohol, lack of seat belts and unsafe vehicles made these a regular occurrence. Often the first on the scene for these and for suspicious deaths, he appeared in court as a witness for inquests and trials. As his medical knowledge grew, he also served as a mortuary attendant and performed the physical dissections for the autopsies conducted by the government appointed doctor. This doctor tended to be squeamish about such tasks.

Despite Mother’s opinion, I liked Uncle George very much. He patched me up with his gentle hands and a smile no matter what scrape I found myself in. Sometimes, Nana took me along to visit her daughter, Aunty Agnes. If George was between call outs, I hung around with him. My cousins, being much older, were elsewhere.

George taught me so much about humanity. He said, ‘A person should have a purpose in life and be of service to their community. One’s standing is worth more than all the wealth they might acquire in their lifetime.’

One day, being ever inquisitive, I accompanied him across the road from his house to the morgue. The building had two large barn doors that opened to the road to which the ambulance and the undertaker’s hearse reversed up to. Inside were some metal tables, locked cabinets containing instruments along the wall, a fixed hose reel and two large white enamelled wash tubs. Its floor was tiled. There was no refrigerated chiller. The claimed bodies were swiftly collected by the funeral director. The unidentified ones were promptly transferred to the State Coroner in Brisbane. The unclaimed others were buried by the local council in paupers’ graves. The morgue was strictly an ‘in and out’ transit facility. I stood at the door, afraid to enter. I didn’t like the smell of formaldehyde. George looked around for something as if we were in his back shed.

‘Ah, there it is,’ he said. He removed a sheet from a small bench like thing. It was Aunty Agnes’ ironing board. I looked at him quizzically. He replied, ‘There were too many bodies from the road crash, the other night. I needed an extra table to lay a smaller one on.’

I questioned Uncle George about death and if he minded looking after deceased people.

He firmly believed the dead deserved as much respect, if not more, than the living. The living still had a chance to earn it. Being a devout Christian man, he explained, ‘Death is just the finish of a person’s physical life. Their soul returns to God and their body becomes a mere shell. The dead can’t tidy up after themselves; somebody else has to do it. This is the practicality of everybody’s existence.’

I then asked him if he believed in ghosts like my mother did.

‘No, Lad!’ he exclaimed. ‘If I did, I’d be haunted by all the people, who died in front of me. People are haunted by the wrongdoing they’ve done to the deceased. If you always act with good intentions towards others, you’ll never be haunted by anything.’

Uncle George laughed then to change the mood. ‘Jakob, when you’re old enough, go dancing. Life is for dancing and music. I can see you dancing with lots of pretty girls.’ He loved to dance even if he was wearing his ambulance uniform. Sometimes, he’d take a few spins around the ballroom when he was rostered for duty at the country dances. He also loved to play a jolly jig on his piano accordion.

George’s lessons would be very formative later in my life. In his winter years, he’d be very proud of the man I’d become. As a man advancing in years myself now, I deeply respect my uncle for who he was and his capacity to care for others during the worst times of their lives.

#Uncle George #ambulance bearer #purpose in life #mortuary attendant

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jhsharman · 1 year

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Gets his man

#Archie Comics #Archie Andrews #Betty Cooper #Uncle George #Chief Streetwise #Police officer #Apartment building #Police car #He means business #No narrative reason for him to be his uncle #Samm Schwartz #1976

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taepomme · 13 days

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Admiral Halsey notified me

#the beatles #paul mccartney #john lennon #beatles #george harrison #beatles fanart #ringo starr #beatles art #the beatles fanart #art #ram #ram album #uncle albert #paul mcbeardy #i could die for paul mcbeardy #mood

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stealingpotatoes · 2 months

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Ahsoka's tshirt- WARNING: My master is an Eldritch horror and I am a carnivore.

i love this completely normal family consisting of 3 eldritch force entities, the most overworked child prodigy ever, her 30 body doubles, a carnivore who got resurrected by a dead god, 1000 identical uncles, and the poor old man who's been babysitting everyone for 25 years

#thanks for the ask!#fix-it au luke & leia are uncles georg

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russellius · 2 months

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@.mercedesamgf1: Cuteness overload 🥺

#george russell #f1 #australian gp 2024 #*m #24 #aus24 #australia #(..... god.... i am just a woman after all arent i)#(he is soooo good with kids you can tell he is an uncle 🥺)

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ohblimeygeorge · 10 days

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This is so so sooooo precious 🥺

#uncle george <3 #george russell

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reppyy · 1 year

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kierancaz · 5 months

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So I’ve watched atsv enough to start noticing the smallest details and here is one that I noticed:

Before Gwen joins the spider society and leaves home she has her teal converse. You can see her wearing them in her normal day to day life but they’re not part of her spiderwoman consume.

(picture for proof 👍)

So either somehow she got those shoes before she left her dimension to ad to her costume later and when Hobie asks later “are those my chucks?” He’s asking to tease her.

Or those really are Hobie’s shoes and she stole them because she had the same pair (which I could say she took them because they reminded her of home and she wanted at least some semblance of that. Maybe to remind her that she’s not just Spiderwoman and that she’s still Gwen even though she can’t be in her dimension with her dad who makes her her.)

But yah idk maybe I’ve just watched this movie so much I’m starting to go a little insane or something who knows.

Also, another thing about this scene, when she goes into her room she starts laying out clothes on her bed and taking them off the hangers like she’s planning outfits. And in the script it notes that she may not stay there tonight. But I’m wondering where she may have gone? Like she just got into a huge argument with her bandmates/friends, and it’s noted that she doesn’t really have any other friends besides Miles so outside of her bandmates she’s probably not close with anyone else (and not even that close with her bandmates). Where would she have gone? I’m pretty sure her mom is dead so not there. And I don’t think she would want to go Aunt May and Uncle Ben’s because she still feels guilty over Peter’s death so I think being around them would make her feel even more guilty and isolated (also I think they’re next door neighbors so she wouldn’t really have to pack to go there).

So idk, where do you guys think she was going?

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fathersonholygore · 1 year

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Servant 4x04: "Boo"

Servant 4×04: “Boo” Directed by Dylan Holmes Williams Written by Amy Louise Johnson & Ishana Shyamalan * For a recap & review of 4×03, click here. * For a recap & review of 4×05, click here. Leanne realises the thing she saw in the Turner house in her dream was her. She also accepts that she hurts people close to her, however, she’s beginning to embrace it. She’s starting to love the feeling of…

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#Broken Arm #Church of Lesser Saints #Cult #Dagger #Ghost #Halloween #Halloween Costume #Team Leanne #Uncle George

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undeniablespice · 7 months

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i remain sincerely, unshakably convinced that aeron’s one true talent is basketball. he’s 6’5” and built like a scarecrow i know he would absolutely destroy the westerosi bball circuit if it weren’t for the Trauma turning him away from sports towards substance abuse and religion

#euron nefariously sabotaging the ironborn chances of winning the asoiaf nba finals by [REDACTED]#i’m ignoring george’s weird piss thing here #i don’t even think aeron would like basketball. in fact he would hate it #every night he is like drowned god why would you do this to me #why would you curse me with this useless skill #it is his one great wish to retire and become someone’s weird orthodox uncle #but the drowned god spake and to his loyal disciple he said: you must decorate my shelves with sports trophies #so aeron sighs and puts on his gay ass jersey and absolutely demolishes the competition #aeron greyjoy #op #just putting that man in scenarios

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itsscatballou · 7 months

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Me: yeah, I’ve weirdly always had a thing for guys with long hair. I don’t know why ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

My childhood:

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