#Class of 1979

[jfkjrarchive]

John Jr photographed for his High School’s(Philips Academy) Senior’s Yearbook in 1979

[dizzyandcurious6]

His Sister | Mitch Kramer/fem! Reader Master Doc (ongoing)

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Part 1 (released 10.16.2023)

Part 2 (released 10.17.2023)

[wutbju]

John William Lovelace, BJU Class of 1979.

John William Lovelace III went home to be with the Lord on Monday, June 10, 2024, at the age of 68. There will be a private celebration of life with immediate family.

John was born on February 2, 1956, in Norfolk, VA to John William Jr. and Carlleen Lovelace. He graduated from Norfolk Christian High School in 1974. He then pursued a degree in Bible at Bob Jones University of Greenville, SC where he graduated in 1979. John taught fourth grade and coached soccer and basketball at three different Christian schools from 1979 - 1988.

In 1988, John began pastoring his first church in Eastern North Carolina. Over the next 35 years he faithfully served the Lord in various roles of ministry. He married his high school sweetheart, Malissa (Missy) Cox, on August 21, 1976, in Virginia Beach, VA. Together they have three sons: Pastor Jay (John IV) and wife Cheyenne of Lake Villa, IL; Pastor Josh and wife Duska of Jefferson, ME; Greenville PD Officer Jeremiah and wife Crista of Farmville, NC. He has thirteen ""perfect"" grandchildren: Isaiah, Jack, Landon, JD, Cody, Lauren, Ryleigh, Sawyer, Grant, Thad, Autumn, Henry, and Everlee.

John loved playing golf and was a diehard fan of football. His favorite teams were the Miami Dolphins and the University of Alabama Crimson Tide. His ultimate passion, however, was preaching the Word of God as often as he could to the many souls that crossed his path.

He was preceded in death by his parents John and Carlleen Lovelace and his father in-law and mother in-law Richard and Jackie Cox.

He is survived by his wife, children, grandchildren, brothers: Mark Lovelace and wife Bonnie of Chesapeake, VA and Michael Lovelace and wife Sherry of Grifton, NC, and several nieces and nephews.

[beatriceportinari]

Facehugger, origami, one square sheet of paper

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

What a difference 45 years makes juxtaposition of Mercedes-Benz 280 TE, 1979 & Mercedes-Benz E 450 4Matic All-Terrain, 2024. The S123 series was Mercedes first factory-made estate car. The latest generation S214 series estate cars have been revealed in standard and All-Terrain versions

[nostromosdead]

Mother, can you pleaaaaase write more Ripley(maybe a fluff or smut one shot)🙏 we are starving

sure thing gamer, I hope this small fluff drabble will suffice.

Cosmic Cookies - Ellen Ripley x Gender Neutral Reader (Fluff)

You felt that the Nostromo was unusually still as you made your way through the sterilized corridors. The rest of the crew had already turned in for the night, but you knew Ripley was still awake. She always seemed to find reasons to stay up—reports to file, maintenance checks to make, anything to keep busy. And you? You found yourself awake because of her, for her. (But, what was night anyways, when you were constantly drifting through the intense blackness of space?) 

And, tonight, you had a plan.

You found Ripley in the ship’s small recreational room, sitting on the worn couch with her feet tucked beneath her. In her lap, a datapad was balanced on her plaid pajama-clad thighs. Her face was illuminated by the soft glow of the screen, and her expression was focused and intense, but there was something different about her posture. She wasn’t as rigid as you’d normally expect to see her. It was as if the weight of the day had finally started to ease off her shoulders.

You smiled to yourself at the sight. You always found people to be at their most beautiful when they poured their humanity into their work like this. Determined, you slowly made your way over to the couch. Without saying a word, you slid in beside her, leaning just close enough that your shoulder brushed hers.

Ripley glanced at you, eyebrow raised in surprise at your sudden appearance. “Something I can help you with?” Her tone was dry, but there was a hint of amusement in her eyes.

You grinned, leaning your head back against the cushions. “Yeah, actually… Could you do me a favor, and take a break?”

“A break?” She huffed a small laugh, shaking her head. “I don’t think the company knows the meaning of that word.”

“Well, then consider it my job to teach it,” you said confidently, stretching out your legs and giving her a pointed look. “Starting with you.”Ripley smirked, setting the datapad aside.

“Aaaaand just how do you plan on doing that?”

“I’ve got my ways,” you said, your grin widening as you reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out a small tin. You popped it open to reveal… cookies. Chocolate chip, to be exact—ones you’d snagged from The Nostromo’s last routine maintenance check that involved landing on a human-inhabited planet.

Ripley blinked at the sight, then let out a soft, incredulous laugh. “Are you… bribing me… with cookies?” You shrugged, holding the tin out toward her. “If that’s what it takes.”

She gave you a long, appraising look before her lips quirked into a real smile. “You’re ridiculous.” She muttered, stifling a laugh. But, she reached out and took one of the cookies anyway.

The two of you sat there in companionable silence, munching on the cookies as the soft hum of the ship filled the room. It felt easy, natural, and human in a way that felt rare in space. Though, it’s hard to attribute this to your own involvement in the situation. It was Ripley who had this effect on you—making the cold, industrial ship feel almost like a home, even when everything else seemed nonsensical or overwhelming.

After a few minutes, you glanced over at her, noting the way her shoulders had relaxed even more, her guard lowered just a fraction. You decided to push your luck.

“Ooookay, so, I also have a question for you,” you said, turning to face her more fully. “If we weren’t here—if we weren’t, you know, stuck in the middle of space—where would you want to be?”

Ripley paused, considering the question as she absently brushed crumbs off her fingers. “You mean, like… anywhere in the world?” Her words were slightly distorted by her own chewing.

“Anywhere. No limits. Dream big.”

She leaned back, her eyes drifting to the ceiling as she thought. “A cabin, I think. Somewhere quiet, maybe near the mountains. Far away from everything.” You smiled at the thought. “Ah, yeah... that sounds really nice.”

Ripley looked back at you, her expression softening. “Well, what about you? Where would you go?" Cookie crumbs littered the corners of her mouth.

“With you,” you said without hesitation. Your voice was quiet, but sincere. “I’d want to be wherever you are.”

Ripley’s eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by your honesty, but then she smiled—a real, genuine smile that made your heart flutter. She looked down, almost shy, before she shook her head and let out a legitimate chuckle.

“...You really are something, you know that?” she murmured, her voice warm in a way that sent a wave of affection washing over you.

“Yeah,” you said, leaning just a little closer. “But you like it.”

She didn’t argue. And when her hand found yours, her fingers curled around your palm with a gentle squeeze. You knew you’d won her over.

[belthegore]

da alien

[photos-de-france]

Jean-Philippe Charbonnier, Philippe en classe, Paris, 1979.

[caramelc0rgi]

Rules: Without naming them, post a gif from ten of your favorite films, then tag 10 people to do the same

I was both tagged by @wishchip106 and @venus0fl0v3 so I know what I have to do 🫡

Tagging: @4outof5ghostslikemynightmares @joshuacain @devilbearingtrouble

[homeisaplaceinthehills]

Karen Lafferty ('Saturday night on the dole') by Tish Murtha

modern gelatin silver print, 1979-1980 10 1/8 in. x 15 1/8 in. (257 mm x 385 mm) image size Photographs Collection NPG x200066

National Photography Gallery

[nando161mando]

Anti-National Front demo, West Bromwich, 1979 from the British Culture Archive.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

THREE DIFFERENT MOTÖRMASTERS TO CHOOSE FROM -- STARTING WITH THE MIGHTY HEADMASTER HIMSELF.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on the 7 inch "No Class" (b/w "Like a Nightmare") single by English rock and roll band MOTÖRHEAD, released in June 1979 under the Bronze label in the UK. The single was made available in three different picture sleeves, each featuring a different member of the band on the front cover.

Back sleeve: ℗ 1979 Bronze Records Limited. Available from EMI.

Center labels: ℗ 1979 Bronze Records Ltd. Motor Music Ltd. (Leosong) Made in Great Britain

"No class" is from the album "Overkill" (BRON 515).

Source: www.discogs.com/release/1145718-Mot%C3%B6rhead-No-Class (discogs 3×).

[dizzyandcurious6]

His Sister [ Mitch Kramer/fem!Reader ] Part 2.

chapters

•••

[ (Y/n) Floyd ]

School was over and I went to find Tommy and his friend.

"(Y/n), how was class?" Tommy asked once I found them.

"I hate first days of school. We always have to introduce ourselves," I rolled my eyes. "And for you?"

"Our Math teacher is hot," he smiled and the boys giggled. I rolled my eyes, of course they would say that.

"Is that all?" I asked and he nodded.

"Our P.E. Teacher is also pretty hot," Carl snickered.

"Who? Mrs. Baker?" I asked and he nodded. "She's so mean..."

"Really? She was pretty nice to us," Carl snickered.

"Whatever." I mumbled. "Who are you waiting for?"

"Hirschfelder," Mitch said looking at the entrance. "He said he was going to talk to the Chemistry teacher."

"What for?" I asked and Mitch shrugged.

"He always needs extra help in Science," Carl says.

"Let's go," my older brother says as he walks past me.

"Gotta go," I say.

"How about you come over to Mitch's house? We're going to watch a movie." Tommy says.

"Cool, give me the address." I smiled and he wrote it on my hand.

"Be there loser," he smiled and I smiled back.

"I'll be there," I waved goodbye to them and followed my older brother.

•••

[ Mitch Kramer ]

"Why did you invite her?" I asked looking at Tommy who smirked.

"Because, you two obviously have a thing for her and I want to see who she picks," he shrugged.

"What did I miss?" Hirschfelder asked as he walked over to us.

"Yoko wants to break up the band," I mumbled.

"What?" Hirschfelder asked.

"Tommy invited (Y/n) to Mitch's house to see us fight," Carl said.

"To see you fight? Why?" Hirschfelder asked looking at Tommy. We began our walk to our houses.

"They both like her. It's clear as day. And, well, I think it would be fun to see them fight over her," Tommy laughs.

"I don't like (Y/n)," I scoffed.

"You do! I saw the way you looked at her during Chemistry, you were basically killing me with that stare!" Tommy laughed.

"Is that what was happening?" Hirschfelder asked looking at me. "No wonder, you were acting so distracted."

"I wasn't distracted by her, the class is just so boring," I mumbled.

"Yeah right," Tommy laughed.

"I guess we are going to have to fight," Carl joked. "May the best man win."

"You can have her," I mumbled. "I'm not fighting anyone and not over a stupid girl."

I walked faster and they all began to laugh at me.

"Come back Mitch! We were only messing with you!" Carl shouted. I flipped them the middle finger and continued to walk to my house.

"Are we still coming over?!" Hirschfelder asked.

I didn't answer and they just kept laughing. What good friends they are.

•••

[ (Y/n) Floyd ]

The phone rang and I picked up first.

"Hello?" I say with a smile.

"Hey, it's Tommy." Tommy says and I relax.

"Hey!" I smiled, "What's up?"

"Mitch is mad at us," he snickered. I heard other snickers on the other side.

"How come?" I asked and there was laughter this time, "What's so funny?"

"No reason," he laughed. "You still going right?"

"Yeah, should I not go?" I asked.

"No!" He shouted quickly which caught me by surprise. "I mean, no. You can still go. Mitch is very easily angered. He'll get over it. I'll see you there!" Tommy hung up the phone.

"Who was that?" Randall asked as he walked in the living room.

"Just my friend," I say with a shrug.

"It better just be a friend. You're a fetus and you aren't allowed to date." He scolded and I rolled my eyes.

"You had a girlfriend when you were my age. Why can't I have a boyfriend?" I asked and he of course rolled his eyes.

"Because, I'm a man and you're a girl. It's different." He walked away before I could say anything else to him.

"Whatever, I'm going over to my friend's house later!" I shout and ran upstairs to get ready. I put on a cute skirt and a cute red top on. I applied lipgloss and redid my hair. I smiled at the mirror before walking out of my bedroom and downstairs. “I’m leaving!”

I slammed the door closed and began walking to the direction of where Mitch’s house was. It was a quiet walk and it was cold, wearing a skirt was a mistake.

I knocked on the door and waited for it to open.

“What are you doing here?” Mitch asked looking at me weird.

“Am I early?” I asked confused. “Did they not come yet?”

“Those bastards, I told them that the plans were cancelled and of course they don’t tell you.” He rolled his eyes.

I laughed nervously, “They sure know how to mess with a person.” There was an awkward silence. “I should go…”

“Wait,” he said, he seemed to be arguing with himself. “You should stay. It’s going to get dark soon, stay until my sister gets back she can take you home.”

“Are you sure?” I asked and he nodded. “Okay…”

I entered his house and sat on the sofa.

“Want some water? Juice?” He asked.

“Um, water would be okay.” I smiled and he nodded. He walked to his kitchen and I sat there.

•••

[ Mitch Kramer ]

“Those bastards wouldn’t pull this shit,” I muttered. I grabbed the phone and dialed Tommy’s number. I waited for him to answer.

“Hello?” He says.

“Why didn’t you tell her the plans were off?” I asked angrily.

“I thought you were going to,” he said trying to hold back a laugh.

“I don’t know her phone number!” I shouted.

“Is she there?” He asks and I roll my eyes.

“What do you think, asshole?” I say and he laughs louder.

“Mitch?” Carl says also holding back a laugh. “Tell her that we are so sorry—laugh— and that we will make it up to her.”

“You bastards,” I say before hanging up the phone. I grabbed a bottle of water before walking out.

“Were you calling them?” She asked and I nodded. “What did they say?”

“A bunch of bull,” I mumbled. I sat beside her and there was an awkward feeling.

“I can call my brother and see if he’ll come and get me,” she suggests.

I looked at her and once more I was hypnotized by her eyes.

“Mitch?” I could hear her say but I didn’t say anything back.

“Huh?” I said back finally snapping back to reality.

“I said I could call my brother to come and get me,” she repeats.

“Oh, um… We can just watch the movie. I have to return it tomorrow, besides those bastards deserve for it to be spoiled.” I tell her and she nods.

I grab the movie and put it on the TV. I sat a few inches away from her and we watched it in an awkward silence.

“I’m home!” My sister Jodi shouts as she sets her keys down. “Hello?”

“Hi,” (Y/n) smiles at her.

“Sorry, am I interrupting something?” She asks and I shake my head. She looks at me suspiciously before shrugging.

“Jodi!” I say before she leaves.

“Yes?” She asks.

“Could you maybe… Take her home?” I ask. She looks over at (Y/n) then looks back at me.

“Sure,” she says.

“Rad, thanks.” I say before looking at the TV again.

The movie ends and Jodi takes her home. I laid on the sofa defeated. Damn assholes, had I known they were going to pull this I would’ve been less awkward!

I heard the front door open and close and Jodi’s footsteps walk over to me.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I mumbled.

“What was that?” She asked and I groaned.

“I messed up I know!” I say back and she scoffs.

“Messed up? If you ever want to see her again I suggest you call her and apologize. You were so… Awkward?” She laughs and walks away.

I rolled off the sofa and walked over to the telephone. I didn’t even know her phone number. I sighed and grabbed the phonebook. I looked through all the F last names before finding it. I began to call it.

“Hello?” I heard her say.

“Hey, it’s Mitch…” I say.

“Hey,” she says with a tone of surprise.

“Hey, I just wanted to apologize for how I acted… More like how I didn’t act,” I chuckled nervously.

“It’s okay. I know it must’ve caught you off guard,” she chuckles. “Besides, I wasn’t any better.”

We began to laugh and talk a little more with each other.

“How about a redo?” I ask towards the end.

“Sure,” she says.

“Maybe this time we actually go to a real theater?” I suggest.

“Yeah. I would love that.”

“Cool… How about tomorrow? After school?”

“Rad, I’ll be there.”

“Rad. I’ll see you then.”

[wutbju]

David William Ingram, BJU Class of 1979.

David William Ingram of South Boston, VA passed away September 15, 2024 at the age of 76. He was born in Danville, VA on February 20, 1948 to the late William Luther Ingram and the late Callie Emma Stone Ingram. He was married to Deborah Marie Ingram who survives.

David was a former pastor of Friendship Baptist Church and received his master’s from Bob Jones University in Pastoral Ministries. He loved singing gospel songs and putting on magic shows for kids. He will be missed greatly.

David William Ingram is survived by:

His Wife, Deborah Marie Ingram of South Boston

Stepsons, Cory Lee McPeters of Richmond, Kevin Heath McPeters (Karen) of Richmond

One Sister, Bettie Jane Allred (James) of South Boston

Preceded in death by Siblings, John, Marie, Clara, Nannie Bell, Wilford, John, James, Eddie and Alice

[1990danieljohnston]

there's nothing more destructive than a bored rich person

[oscargender]

Shaking crying throwing up it’s happening again. Lady Oscar is MINE Rosalie needs to GTFO of my way. She is MINE