vintage bunker


From top to bottom;

1) 100 block of South Main St. on Sunday. Los Angeles, 1952

2) Olvera Street, Los Angeles, circa 1945.

3) Night view of the Frontier Club and the Santa Anita Turf and Bar, 117 E, ca. 1940s.

4) 200 block of South Main St. Los Angeles on Sunday, 1952.

5) Hotel Apache & New Western Casino, 128 E Fremont St, ca. 1942-1944

6) Alioto’s Seafood Grill, San Francisco, circa 1945.

7) Las Vegas Club and Northern Club, Fremont st, ca. 1930s.

8) The Bay from the Hotel SA in San Diego, 1950.

9) At 3rd & Grand on Bunker Hill. Los Angeles, 1952.

10) On the Rose Parade route, Los Angeles, 1956

Dance With Me.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam. 

Word count: 2571

Warnings: A bunch of fluff and overly explained scenery (i really need to stop that.)

Prompt: “Dance with me…”

Synopsis: Its the readers birthday, and Dean plans something a little different for her… 

A/N: I wrote this for Shannon’s ( @splendidcas ) birthday fic challenge! (Happy Birthday!!!!!!) I hope you like this, it’s not my best work but I tried my best! xx

I use a bon jovi song somewhere, so if you want to listen to it:

Originally posted by couplenotes

If anybody ever asked what you did in your spare time, you would almost always tell them that you enjoyed driving. For you, driving was a giant stress reliever, just being out on the open road with Dean’s cassette tapes blaring through the radio was enough to make you forget about everything. You enjoyed staring out the window, allowing the world to fly by you in colorful blurs. Your hunting life seemed to disappear whenever you were in that car and for a brief moment, you felt normal.

After the particularly difficult hunts – the cases where innocents lost their lives, no matter how hard you tried – Dean would take you for a drive. The destination was usually unknown, and you would both drive until the early hours of the morning. Or until the Impala ran out of gas.

Sometimes, both you and Dean would blast the radio, belting out the lyrics to whatever song came on, other times, you would talk, about the hunt, about Sam or Cas, about each other…. And very rarely, you would both sit in complete silence. But it was the best way to spend your time, in that car with Dean.

Tonight, however, was incredibly different, the Winchester’s had found no hunt, and the bunker seemed a lot more alive than usual. Dean filled the Impala up with gas, before giving her a wash and cleaning out the garbage that hung around underneath the seats. He polished over the scratches and made sure there were no dents left unseen.

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Looking across S. Bunker Hill Avenue towards the “Castle” located at 325. On the far left is a glimpse of the residence that once belonged to the Thorpe family at 333.

Photographed by actor George Mann.

Los Angeles circa 1964.


Bunkers, Brutalism, Bloodymindedness: Concrete Poetry

The Boyd Orr Building, part of Glasgow University, features on Jonathan Meades’ new series 'Bunkers, Brutalism, Bloodymindedness: Concrete Poetry’. 

As anyone who knows me will attest, I love Jonathan Meades’ shows and I’m excited to hear his take on Brutalism and marvel as he does a piece to camera from half a mile away. 

Bunkers, Brutalism, Bloodymindedness: Concrete Poetry starts on BBC Four at 9pm tonight and even if the idea of brutalism makes you want to vomit into your own shoes, I’d recommend that you give it a watch. It might just change your mind.

Jonathan Meades’ A-Z of Brutalism (The Guardian)

Image Sources (Row-by-row L-R):

[1] The Boyd Orr Building pictured in stark black and white (Source: Glasgow University Archive Services, Building Photographs)
[2] The Boyd Orr and maths buildings (Source: Glasgow University Archive Services, Building Photographs)
[3] The Boyd Orr building. (Source: Glasgow University Archive Services, Building Photographs)

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