"On April 24, 1967, the 100 millionth GM vehicle rolled off the line at the plant in Janesville — a blue two-door Caprice. There was a big ceremony, speeches. The lieutenant governor even showed up. Three days later, another car rolled off that same line. No one gave two craps about her. But they should have, because this 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car — no, the most important object — in pretty much the whole universe.
The Impala, of course, has all the things other cars have. And a few things they don’t. But none of that stuff is important. This is the stuff that’s important: the army man that Sam crammed into the ashtray, it’s still stuck there. The Legos that Dean shoved into the vents, to this day, he comes on, they can hear them rattle. These are the things that make the car theirs, really theirs. Even when Dean rebuilt it from the ground up, he made sure all these little things stayed. ‘Cause its the blemishes that make her beautiful.”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE IMPALA!
*starts a fire in my kitchen*
*starts fire in my bedroom*
Omfg. Um. Hello there.
*Starts a fire in my pants!!!*
*gets trapped in lift*
The best part is that there’s a fairly decent chance, given the background of the photo (dry wilderness and scrub brush) that the firefighter in this picture is a Hotshot—
And Hotshots, along with Smoke-Jumpers, are sort of like… Okay. If firefighters are rockstars, Hot-Shots are Queen and Smoke-Jumpers are whatever Tony Stark uses to rev himself up for badassery.
Hotshots are elite firefighters who train extensively and are inserted into high-risk terrain in order to fight the fire on the ground.
In layman’s terms—if there’s a forest fire threatening your house, the hotshots are the dudes digging the fire trenches while whirling beams of fire snap give feet from them.
And then, then, there’s the Smoke-Jumpers. As their name implies, they jump smoke.
In layman’s terms—the fires the hotshots can’t reach by land? Those crazy fuckera PARACHUTE into forest fires.
Because jumping out of a plane isn’t scary enough, they do it in near-zero visibility, through scorching smoke, with the risk that the thermals and currents could blow them right into a burning tree, to pick a landing spot so they can then be in remote backwoods wilderness with minimal hope of rescue if something goes tits up.
So yeah. If this lady’s an urban firefighter she’s a huge badass. But if my guess is right and she’s a more elite unit, then I want to have her gay babies like, yesterday.
reblogging for that long essay because goddamn
Oh my goddamn, son
CAS IS ALL LIKE ‘LOOK AT ME DOING THE HUMAN’ AND ‘WOW IM ALSO DOING THE UNDERCOVER HUMAN’ ‘IM SO PROFESSIONAL LOOK LOOK I CALLED YOU AGENT EVEN THOUGH I KNOW THAT YOURE SAM. SAM WINCHESTER LOOK AT ME DO THE ACTING WOW
That opens up with chanting in a different language
With the royal family
And the adorable children
And the tragic death(s)
And then our hero runs away
And sings a really catchy song about being free
Without realizing that the kingdom is in ruins
And is being ruled by a villain who wants to be king
A villain who is really good at causing guilt trips
And so our hero goes back
And they all live happily ever after
It’s such a great movie