#moving van

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Men on a moving van, ca. 1940.

Photo: Helen Levitt via the Swann Galleries Inc.

#New York #NYC #vintage New York #1940s #Helen Levitt #moving van #workers #laborers #moving men #street photography

[johbeil]

Vintage movers 

Fonte Laurentina, a suburb of Rome. Olympus PEN-EE on expired Kodak Ektar film.

#vintage truck #photographers on tumblr #moving van #film photography #35 mm photography #analog photography #i still shoot film #Street Photography #Rome #traslochi #Fonte Laurentina #film is alive #stay broke shoot film #architecture #suburb #original photographers

[misforgotten2]

Last time I moved I used a competitor, The Blue Ball moving company. But there was a big problem, when it was time for them to arrive, I waited and waited but they never came.

Saturday Evening Post   April 19th, 1960

#vintage ad #vintage ads #advertising #advertisment #1960 #1960s #1960's #1960s ad #1960's ad #moving van #moving #relocation #funny #humor #humour

[trinitycove]

We are renting a 9-foot moving van while our car is being repaired and whenever we speak in here it echoes.

#me #car accident #rental vehicle #uhaul #moving van

[rehousing12]

REHOUSING PACKERS AND MOVERS

Advancements in technology, such as the use of automation, big data, and the Internet of Things (IoT), are transforming the logistics industry, making it more efficient and effective. Companies are increasingly adopting these technologies to streamline their supply chain operations, improve visibility, and increase responsiveness to customer needs.

Packers and movers

Packers and movers

Packers and movers

#Relocation Services #Commercial Moving #Transportation Services #Transportation #Moving truck #Moving van #Moving boxes #Moving supplies #Moving checklist #Residential movers #Unloading #Moving quote #Moving estimate #Moving blankets

[hexadonis]

assassin exchange

#my art #i have so many feelings abt the final case #they rlly did a number on each other and we moved on too fast #like to susato that’s her brother and her idol….and then to her and ryu he’s a stranger #idk idk this line just rlly stuck w me #esp when van zieks says kazuma is in danger of becoming an even worse reaper……. #tgaa 2 spoilers #tgaa #tgaa 2 #tgaa spoilers #kazuma asogi #ryunosuke naruhodo #susato mikotoba #great ace attorney #ace attorney fanart #ace attorney #tgaa fanart #asoryuu

[mariomoving]

#moving #moving services #movers #movers in london #mover #moving van #move #remove #moving company

[jazzkrebber]

THE WAY JESPER WANTS TO HOLD WYLAN'S FACE BUT HE'S SCARED BECAUSE HE'S NOT QUITE SURE WHAT THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS YET BUT WYLAN IS CLEARLY LOOKING AT JESPER WITH THOSE DREAMY EYES OF HIM JUST THINKING ABOUT HOW JESPER HAS THE MOST PERFECTLY SHAPED LIPS HES EVER SEEN OH MY GOD

#jespers love language is touch but he doesnt want to move too fast oh my god #literally the definition of dont look at me with those eyes #AHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM #shadow and bone #six of crows #grishaverse #shadow and bone season 2 #crooked kingdom #ruin and rising #siege and storm #wylan hendriks #jesper fahey #jack wolfe #wylan van eck #kit young #wesper #shadow and bone season 3 #soc spinoff #six of crows spin off

[kundst]

Caren van Herwaarden

Eve & Adam (2023)

watercolour & ink (140 x 50 cm)

#vulnerable #humanfiguredrawing #humanbody

#caren van herwaarden #adam and eve #eve and adam #2023 #aquarel #water color #dutch art #moving gallery utrecht

[ducktracy]

a short placing heavy emphasis on Hungarian Rhapsody No. II is a rite of passage for golden age cartoons. Bugs Bunny did it! Tom and Jerry did it! Daffy and Donald! but one thing Woody Woodpecker has above the competition is that he is held hostage by a group of gangsters and is forced to entertain, lest he get executed. amazing

#fans of Mickey's Trailer will note the similarities at the beginning of the moving van stretching out the fence--that's because #this was directed by Don Patterson who animated that absolutely BIZARRE cut in Trailer #please look it up if you haven't because it is some of the best animation you will ever see. it is insane #i'm so sad i didn't know this short existed until yesterday because i love it. i love musical cartoons and the story/hook of this one #genuinely made me laugh. and Daws Butler voices the gangsters and cop! #Hungarian Rhapsody No. II... gangster is named Mugsy... it's almost a Friz Freleng short! almost #Hugh Harman did write this one though which is bizarre to me. yes that Hugh Harman who established and ran the first 3 years of the Warner #studio with Rudy Ising #(and Herman Cohen animates on this who of course was a longtime WB animator!) #i love cartoons #ww #convict concerto #patterson #vid #also i am team Rhapsody Rabbit on the RR vs Cat Concerto debate i'm sorry Tom (and Jerry) #but one short has Bugs Bunny killing a man in cold blood and the other doesn't

[newyorkthegoldenage]

The first residents moved into the new Levittown, New York development on October 1, 1947.

Photo: Edna Murray for Newsday RM via Getty Images

#New York #NYC #vintage New York #1940s #Edna Murray #Levittown #housing development #suburbs #post-war #tract housing #October 1 #Oct. 1 #moving van

[taiturner]

YELLOWJACKETS ◆ 2x05 "Two Truths and a Lie"

#taissa turner #van palmer #vanessa palmer #taivan #vantai #tawny cypress #lauren ambrose #yellowjackets #yellowjacketsedit #yjedit #tvedit #96yellowjackets #yellowjacketssource #usercoty #* #yellowjackets spoilers #yellowjackets205 #AT SHAUNAS WEDDING. i will never move on

[misforgotten2]

Unless the shady movers don’t hold your items hostage until you pay those “unexpected” expenses.

Our Wonderful World   1969, 1961, 1960, 1959, 1951    

#Illustration #vintage illustration #children's illustration #moving van #moving #funny #humor #humour

[novelconcepts]

There’s a line from American Gods I keep coming back to in relation to Yellowjackets, an observation made early on by Shadow in prison: “The kind of behavior that works in a specialized environment, such as prison, can fail to work and in fact become harmful when used outside such an environment.” I keep rotating it in my head in thinking about the six survivors, the roles they occupy in the wilderness, and the way the show depicts them as adults in society.

Because in the wilderness, as in prison, they’re trapped—they’re suffering, they’re traumatized, they’re terrified—but they’re also able to construct very specific boxes to live in. And, in a way, that might make it easier. Cut away the fat, narrow the story down to its base arc. You are no longer the complex young woman who weighs a moral compass before acting. You no longer have the luxury of asking questions. You are a survivor. You have only to get to the next day.

Shauna: the scribe. Lottie: the prophet. Van: the acolyte. Taissa: the skeptic. Misty: the knight. Natalie: the queen. Neat, orderly, the bricks of a new kind of society. And it works in the woods; we know this because these six survive. (Add Travis: the hunter, while you’re at it, because he does make it to adulthood).

But then they’re rescued. And it’s not just lost purpose and PTSD they’re dealing with now, but a loss of that intrinsic identity each built in the woods. How do you go home again? How do you rejoin a so-called civilized world, where all the violence is restricted to a soccer field, to an argument, to your own nightmares?

How does the scribe, the one who wrote it all out in black and white to make sense of the horrors, cope with a world that would actively reject her story? She locks that story away. But she can’t stop turning it over in her head. She can’t forget the details. They’re waiting around every corner. In the husband beside her in bed. In the child she can’t connect with across the table. In the best friend whose parents draw her in, make her the object of their grief, the friend who lives on in every corner of their hometown. She can’t forget, so she tries so hard to write a different kind of story instead, to fool everyone into seeing the soft maternal mask and not the butcher beneath, and she winds up with blood on her hands just the same.

How does the prophet come back from the religion a desperate group made of her, a group that took her tortured visions, her slipping mental health, and built a hungry need around the very things whittling her down? She builds over the bones. She creates a place out of all that well-intended damage, and she tells herself she’s helping, she’s saving them, she has to save them, because the world is greedy and needs a leader, needs a martyr, needs someone to stand up tall and reassure everyone at the end of the day that they know what’s best. The world, any world, needs someone who will take those blows so the innocent don’t have to. She’s haunted by everyone she didn’t save, by the godhood assigned to her out of misplaced damage, and when the darkness comes knocking again, there is nothing else to do but repeat old rhymes until there is blood on her hands just the same.

How does the acolyte return to a world that cares nothing for the faith of the desperate, the faith that did nothing to save most of her friends, that indeed pushed her to destroy? She runs from it. She dives into things that are safe to believe in, things that rescue lonely girls from rough home lives, things that show a young queer kid there’s still sunshine out there somewhere. She delves into fiction, makes a home inside old stories to which she already knows the endings, coaxes herself away from the belief that damned her and into a cinemascope safety net where the real stuff never has to get in. She teaches herself surface-level interests, she avoids anything she might believe in too deeply, and still she’s dragged back to the place where blood winds up on her hands just the same.

How does the skeptic make peace with the things she knows happened, the things that she did even without meaning to, without realizing? She buries them. She leans hard into a refusal to believe those skeletons could ever crawl back out of the graves she stuffed them into, because belief is in some ways the opposite of control. She doesn’t talk to her wife. She doesn’t talk to anyone. It’s not about what’s underneath the surface, because that’s just a mess, so instead she actively discounts the girl she became in the woods. She makes something new, something rational and orderly, someone who can’t fail. She polishes the picture to a shine, and she stands up straight, the model achievement. She goes about her original plan like it was always going to be that way, and she winds up with blood on her hands just the same.

How does the knight exist in a world with no one to serve, no one to protect, no reason propelling the devastating choices she had grown comfortable making? She rechannels it. She convinces herself she’s the smartest person in the room, the most capable, the most observant. She convinces herself other people’s mysteries are hers to solve, that she is helping in every single action she takes. She makes a career out of assisting the most fragile, the most helpless souls she can find, and she makes a hobby out of patrolling for crimes to solve, and when a chance comes to strap her armor back on and ride into battle, she rejoices in the return to normalcy. She craves that station as someone needed, someone to rely upon in the darkest of hours, and she winds up with blood on her hands because, in a way, she never left the wilderness at all.

How does the queen keep going without a queendom, without a pack, without people to lead past the horrors of tomorrow? She doesn’t. She simply does not know how. She scrounges for something, anything, that will make her feel connected to the world the way that team did. She moves in and out of a world that rejects trauma, punishes the traumatized, heckles the grieving as a spectacle. She finds comfort in the cohesive ritual of rehabilitation, this place where she gets so close to finding herself again, only to stumble when she opens her eyes and sees she’s alone. All those months feeding and guiding and gripping fast to the fight of making it to another day, and she no longer knows how to rest. How to let go without falling. She no longer wears a crown, and she never wanted it in the first place, so how on earth does she survive a world that doesn’t understand the guilt and shame of being made the centerpiece of a specialized environment you can never explain to anyone else? How, how, how do you survive without winding up with blood on your hands just the same?

All six of these girls found, for better or worse, a place in the woods. All six of them found, for better or worse, a reason to get up the next day. For each other. And then they go home, and even if they all stayed close, stayed friends, it’d still be like stepping out of chains for the first time in years. Where do you go? How do you make small choices when every decision for months was life or death? How do you keep the part of yourself stitched so innately into your survival in a world that would scream to see it? How do you do away with the survivor and still keep going?

They brought it back with them. Of course they did. It was the only way.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets spoilers #yj meta #long post #shauna shipman #lottie matthews #taissa turner #van palmer #misty quigley #natalie scatorccio #the question not being how do you survive the wilderness. the question being how do you come BACK. #the way each of them tries so hard to keep moving forward #unable to untangle the girl in the woods from the adult suffering in polite society #how the world doesn’t want to hear about the pain or the night terrors or the sleepwalking or the addiction #the world wants the bright colors and the flash-bang headlines #the world doesn’t want who they are. who they had to be. it wants pretty perfect tragedy #that specialized environment lives on in each one of them every day #but it’s not a place anyone else can ever go #how do you feed that for so long and then just…stop? #constantly thinking about nat saying we didn’t make it out. none of us. #because no. no they didn’t. the girls died the minute that rescue chance did. what came back was risen from those ashes

[lemon-wedges]

[Barok Van Zieks Voice]: Two tickets to the Barbie Movie.........Please.....

#my man is serving some SERIOUS divorced dad energy #YOU KNOW HES ATTEMPTING TO WIN HER PLUSHIES AND FAILING AT IT!!!!!! #barok van zieks #iris wilson #ace attorney #tgaa spoilers #? #the art of a lemon wedge #lil painting practice before i move onto a big boy painting huff huff #im getting the hang of clothes i think but hmmmmm #still figuring out skin #TT-TT #getting there

[sic-vita]

jude after sickness //

"things get broken and sometimes they get repaired, and in most cases, you realise that no matter what gets damaged, life rearranges itself to compensate for your loss, sometimes wonderfully"

#a little life #a little life play #hanya yanagihara #james norton #saw this on tues and now its thurs #im still shattered and cant move on with my life #theatre #london #ivo van hove #jude st francis #sue's things