#chevy logo

[capiolumen]

Spring Musings 2023 iPhoneXR Hipstamatic Photography Original Photographers Photographers On Tumblr Lowy Lens, Cinematheque Film, No Flash

[contac]

[thefirstthinguc]

EXPENSIVE PICTURES (1957).

Found on The Chevy Show with Sid Caesar.

[car-logo]

Chevrolet (Chevy)

[ID: collage with 4 images of the Chevy logo. End]

[beansprean]

No one looks more like a butch lesbian than season 1 Dean Winchester, except perhaps openly bisexual punk season 1 Dean Winchester covered in tattoos.

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(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: Multiple drawings of season 1 Dean in a punk style with tattoos. 1. Chest up in a Siouxie and the Banshees hoodie, hair spiked up, nails black, bar through one eyebrow, septum ring in nose, dolphin bite hoops in lip, small gauges and multiple cartilage hoops in ears. There is a large tattoo of an open mouth full of fangs on his throat. Dean points sternly at the viewer and says, in the form of a tumblr post from tacofriendss, 'Normalize toys during sex. Roll that hot wheels over them titties. Skurt.' 2. Full body of Dean talking animatedly to someone offscreen, gesturing limply with one hand. He is wearing brown work boots, cutoff lightwash jeans, and a gray tee shirt with the Werner logo, torn off at the sleeves and below the sternum. He also has a black leather cuff on his left wrist and multiple tied and beaded bracelets on his right, along with multiple rings and the samulet. Tattoos on his left arm include: a tipped over salt shaker, a woman in a bikini posing on a billiard ball, roman numerals spelling out 11-2-83, and a chevy impala logo. Tattoos on his right arm include a barbed wire wrap, the outline of the angel from the Led Zeppelin Swan Song logo, and the name 'Cassie' written in cursive on his middle finger. On his stomach are the symbols from Zeppelin 4 and a random phone number that looks like it may have been scribbled on hastily. Scooby Doo is peeking out from his calf in the space between his boot and the jeans. 3. Dean from behind, arms reaching upwards. He is wearing low jeans and another homemade crop top, revealing the tattoo on his lower back. It is a full rendering of the impala from the side, with stylized words above it that say 'highway to hell', surrounded by flames. 4. Knees up of Dean wearing a leather vest that looks like it was cut from his dad's coat, a Bruce Springsteen shirt with the sleeves and neck cut out, sitting low on his sternum and tucked into faded black jeans, paired with a simple black belt with a wallet chain. He is posing with the fingers of one hand hooked in his pocket, the other holding up a cigarette. He is wearing all the same jewelry as in previous drawings. More tattoos are visible including a small sword on the side of his left hand, a colt revolver and Faith's tattoo from Buffy on his right forearm, a demon protection sigil in its usual place over his heart, and a stylized crucifix across from it on his right pec. /end ID

[spacenintendogs]

what the gang has for Transportation in my modern au

hiccup has a motorcycle he built himself basically from the ground up and he completed it his senior year of high school. he showed up to school riding it with the parking pass to go to the student lot and taped it to the handle bars. painted the same color as toothless. very much built for Speed. side pouch for toothless to sit in. it honestly breaks down a lot and he has to always fix it lmao

astrid owns a car that's got good gas mileage. i think it'd be a toyota corolla. it's silver and is covered with stickers on the back with varying messages ranging from the gym she goes to's logo to "if you can read this get off my ass" type shit. stormfly loves sticking her head out the window as astrid drives and if she's with astrid, she gets the front seat no questions.

fishlegs owns a volkswagen beetle. bright green. stickers all over the back of it with varying messages ranging from stuff about saving the planet, having a gronckle on board, and a bunch of stickers stuck on by the rest of the gang as jokes and otherwise. you immediately know it's his car. everyone always plays punch buggie when they see his car despite hiccup's insistence to knock it off because it doesn't count when they see it 24/7. meatlug has a specific seat just for her in the front :) baby on board!!

snotlout owns a Harley Davidson motorcycle with the fucking spread handlebars and everything. probably has flames painted on the side of it bc he's like that. has a saddlebag on both sides. hookfang will sit in the saddlebag and when he grows bigger (hee :)) snotlout will eventually get a sidecar that hookfang sits in :)

ruffnut drives a an old chevy silvarado pick-up truck. it's got a lot of miles on it but it runs very well. not a huge truck but it is good when they have sizeable loads to move lol. the back is also covered in stickers of varying messages but her favorite is one of those stupid ones with calvin from calvin and hobbes pissing on a logo of some random sports team she doesn't give a shit about. it just makes her laugh. the seats are torn at the seams because of 1. how old it is and 2. barf and belch like to Shred.

tuffnut also drives the old silverado but he also has a bicycle he likes to use. he loves using it!! it's bright blue with cool ass stickers all over it. he sometimes has ribbons coming out of the handlebars for pizazz. he just loves having the wind in his hair!! very serious about bicycle user safety stuff!! he knows all the hand signals!! the gang think he's weird for it but he'll always get whereever they're going first and they do not understand how (bikes = driving through small areas off road :)) he wears a special backpack that barf and belch sit in!!!

[ape-apocalypse]

Apes fans have long believed that Freya Allan's human character was called Mae. This name came from numerous articles and interviews, though I feel like I'm now struggling to find a direct quote from any cast or crew that name her Mae. Why the confusion? The new IMAX trailer features a longer clip of apes hunting humans through the forest. Most notably, as we see Freya Allan hide among the tall grass, Noa comes riding in calling two names: Raka, the orangutan seen wearing Caesar's symbol and... Nova? Why would he be calling for Nova and not Mae?

Fans will remember that Nova was the human girl found and adopted by Maurice during War. Made mute by the mutated virus, but seemingly not actively dying like most humans who get sick, she is given the name while playing with the logo of a Chevy Nova. This name is a callback to the feral human who Taylor bonded with in the first Planet of the Apes film. So the name Nova is not unheard of in this film series but why would a character we've been told is called Mae for months now be named Nova? 

According to a recently published article by the magazine Total Film, the term Nova is a name apes call humans. This is an interesting revelation to the lore building of ape society. I could see descendants of Caesar's group telling stories of Nova, the one human who spent significant time with their community, and expand her name to a label for all humans as the years go on.

Freya Allan also revealed an additional name for her character. "Noa also calls her Echo, which I love." She's not been able to share much about her character, trying to protect story details, but she did hint more at her mysterious history. All the actors went through movement lessons. This is obvious for those playing apes but it seems even those playing humans had them too, which makes sense given their more feral nature. However, Allan said that “It was a different process for me because of Nova’s backstory”.

She goes on to describe the experience of learning this new movement, “There’s a sort of rabbit-in-headlights quality to the physicality. It was important in terms of just feeling uncomfortable being around these apes and how scary that is, but also feeling ‘less than’ in terms of how the world is and how humans are within this world.”

Nova… Mae… Echo… whatever her name might be, I can’t wait to see her mystery unfold!

[identifying-cars-in-posts]

I'm bored and stuck waiting out a storm, so let's try something different. Can you ID my car from the inside?

oh man i’m not great with interiors. i can usually eventually figure it out if i have like a logo somewhere or if it’s something like the porsche 911 hood profile, but stuff like this gets really difficult, interiors aren’t my strong suit. i know the guy i did a shop class with had a mid 90s chevy camaro with a similar steering wheel, and styling wise it definitely strikes me as late 90s to early 2000s, but that’s the best guess i have, something 90s to early 2000s gm, possibly a chevy?

[nateconnolly]

The happiest day of my life was when Toby began showing an interest in cars. When he was five, all he cared about was dinosaurs. Then it was outer space. Toby didn’t like cars until he was ten-years-old, at which point I had basically given up hope. But now my little brother asks questions about cars as we drive to school. Every day without fail. And he’s learning to identify cars on sight. This morning, he pointed out a battered old Chevy in front of us.

“1980s Ford F350,” Toby guessed.

I imitated the buzzer sound that means wrong.

“Right decade, wrong company,” I corrected. “Chevy 3500.”

“But it had the Ford logo on the tailgate.”

“Not the original tailgate,” I said. “They’re both painted in the same color, but you can tell the tailgate is less faded than the rest.”

“Why would you put a Ford tailgate on a Chevy?”

“Sometimes you replace a part with the first thing you can find, even if it doesn’t match the rest. Especially on a car that’s twenty-years-old. Besides, it’s basically the same part. Only difference is the logo. There’s a few die-hards who worship at Henry Ford’s feet, but most people don’t really mind using the wrong logo when they need a part. And you can’t use a truck bed without a tailgate.”

“So how did you know it’s a Ford?”

“Are you kidding? Check out the corners on the top of the cab.”

Toby leaned forward to scrutinize the cab in question.

“But I got the decade right?”

“Yes. Yes, you did.”

“That’s good?” he asked. 

“That’s very good.”

Although Toby knows everyone in Tarwater, he doesn’t know all their cars. He only started learning the difference between manufacturers about two years ago. Now, he can guess the decade a car was made with reasonable accuracy. Sometimes, I take him all the way to the Interstate. When he gets a little older, we’ll have to fully leave town to play this game because he’ll already recognize all the cars in town. But not quite yet. He still needs practice identifying cars based on their shape. He relies too much on logos. 

I drive a silver 1991 Honda Civic. Not the world’s fanciest car, but I would have loved a bathtub with wheels if it could get me and Toby out of the house. And I would have loved it because it’s mine. Even a teenager’s first car, slow and old and basic, is still a car. 

Toby pointed at another truck. “Early ‘90s Nissan?” 

“Attaboy, Tobester!”

Full story free here

[cuzikan]

THE BATMOBILE THAT NEVER WAS...The Batmobile that ended up in the late ’60s Batman TV series was a highly customized 1955 Lincoln Futura. But there was also a chance it could have been a Chevy Corvette. According to Randy Leffingwell’s 2012 book Corvette Sixty Years, before the show went into production, its creators approached General Motors’ designers to create their take on the Dynamic Duo’s ride.

The result was this rather silly looking 1967 Corvette. That’s famed GM designer Chuck Jordan sitting on the hood of the Batvette. The modded Corvette’s most prominent features were its not very practical circular rear spoiler, stick-on Bat logos, hood-mounted machine guns, and an enormous 427 engine protruding through its hood.

[gravehags]

i’ll post pics of her when i pick her up but this is what i got

2024 chevy trailblazer in fountain blue and yes i’ve already picked out some decals for her (in addition to getting another ghost logo)

i have to let the people know who they’re dealing with

[masoena]

"You really are Steve Rogers, aren't you?"

A Marvel Cinematic Universe and Supernatural Crossover

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Dean Winchester

Rating: Explicit

This is a prompt fill for @sweetspicybingo's 2024 Hurt/Comfort Bingo and is a fill for the following square: self doubt to sleeping with each other.

No motorcycles were hurt during the research and writing of this fic.

Tags: Motorcycle Sex, One-Night Stand, Top Steve, Bottom Dean, Implied Switching, Crossover Pairing, Hurt/Comfort

Dean snuck out of the motel room which he shared with Sam in the Midwestern town, self-doubt and guilt cursing through his veins, itching for some numbing with some help from Jack at the bar a short drive away. He wandered in and took in the clientele. It was the usual mix of locals and transients, a motley crew of truck drivers, construction workers, cougars and a few guys that looked like cowboys straight from one of the ranches on the outskirts of town.

He was checking everyone, both because hunter instinct never sleeps and because he was curious who the suped-up bike belonged to that was parked outside. Much like classic car guys they tended to park in a way that kept their precious away and out of the path of drunk drivers i.e. at the far side of the lot inconveniently far from the front door of the bar.

Guy seemed to be a fan of the Avengers too as it had the logo on the fuel tank in black powder coated finish. The model was a Harley-Davidson 750 Street model first released in 2015, a beautiful ride that looked like a modern two wheel twin to Baby. Sleek shiny top coat on the fuel tank, powder coated finished exhaust and muffler with a black leather seat, black and chrome spring forks and red suspension springs in the back for a splash of color.

The owner turned out to be easy to spot, his leather jacket hanging from the hook below the bar top, motorcycle helmet on the barstool to his left. The guy was built, broad shoulders and thick muscular arms picking an unfair fight with every seam on his black cotton tee except at his waist where it only accentuated the trim size of him. His butt looked juicy in the dark wash denim that fit him perfectly and black leather boots finished up the look. His profile looked classic American handsome, solid chin, straight nose with blue eyes and a messy from the helmet head of medium length hair.

Dean wasn’t looking for a hook up tonight, just some comfort from a bottle but he wouldn’t say no to this dark blonde glass of tall and handsome. Excited at the prospect of being pinned down by those corded arms with ease and for the guy to fuck him right into next week and out of his self-destructive state of mind. He played up a good game around Sam but the mark was getting to him, increasingly so.

He ordered two shots of whiskey neat and gulped them down without any preamble, eager to numb the emotions he felt.

“Rough night huh?” Blue eyes met green through sideways glances.

“Something like that.”

“Name’s Steve. What’s yours?”

“Dean. We are just traveling through me and my brother.”

“Roadtripping or work?”

“We go all over for work, so roadtripping is part and parcel of it.”

“Huh…”

“750 Street model outside, that yours? She’s a beaut.”

“Yeah she is, thank you.”

“Can appreciate a nice bike even if she’s a bit more modern than what I like in my vehicles.”

“Oh yeah, what do you drive, hot shot?”

“67 Chevy Impala SS four doors, could be a twin to your bike given how nice and shiny they both are.”

“Can we get another round, two each for my friend and me there.” The guy simply commandeered attention in the room, the bartender wasn’t anywhere near them but brought the drinks without question and without Steve having to raise his voice.

“Thanks.” Dean said as he clinked glasses with him.

The conversation lulled as they downed the first glass but sipped the second one.

“So what do you and your brother do?”

“Pest control.” The lie flew off his lips with ease.

“Must be going after some big stuff, given the heat you’re packing in your waistband.”

Click here for the full fic on AO3.

[awstenlookbook]

For Warped Tour 2018 & the Peach (Lobotomy) music video, Awsten wears a vintage Members Only motorcycle jacket in white. It has been embroidered with the Chevrolet "Heartbeat of America" logo on the front & back. This would have been custom-embroidered for a Chevy staff member; similar pictured.

📸Jawn Rocha via Instagram story in 2018

EDIT: Shirt

[topoet]

Cars Cars Cars

I only know the make of a car when I see the logo – I have no idea of year or model – I can tell if it is vintage but these days things from the 90’s are considered vintage lol – but I think these are even more vintage than that. convertible TVR sports car maroon Chevrolet green grass maroon Chevy coned Mustang very red Chevrolet convertable nice grill red Mustang Mustang in the…

[jedivoodoochile]

THE BATMOBILE THAT NEVER WAS...The Batmobile that ended up in the late ’60s Batman TV series was a highly customized 1955 Lincoln Futura. But there was also a chance it could have been a Chevy Corvette. According to Randy Leffingwell’s 2012 book Corvette Sixty Years, before the show went into production, its creators approached General Motors’ designers to create their take on the Dynamic Duo’s ride.

The result was this rather silly looking 1967 Corvette. That’s famed GM designer Chuck Jordan sitting on the hood of the Batvette. The modded Corvette’s most prominent features were its not very practical circular rear spoiler, stick-on Bat logos, hood-mounted machine guns, and an enormous 427 engine protruding through its hood.

[hawkins-pd]

ONLY YOU | jim hopper x oc series.

Warnings: language and mention of injury.

18+ minors & ageless blogs dni.

CHAPTER ONE:

The roads were quiet that night. Not in an eery way, or a way that suggested that anything was abnormal but after a mere three hours and forty minutes, Laurie Matthews finally passed the dreaded ‘Welcome to Hawkins’ sign that confirmed what she was dreading - she was home.

Despite how bad things had gotten in Chicago, never in a million years did she imagine she would be driving over the Hawkins town line again. Frankly, just thinking of the small town she once called home made her feel claustrophobic.

But she was out of options.

Forest green eyes fixated on the road, Laurie blinked a few times. Lack of caffeine and a long journey was taking its toll on her slowly and for some reason, she just couldn’t get the inside of her sixties chevy buick warm enough. It was November after all, and although Chicago was colder, Indiana had its own chill to it.

The cassette player embedded in her centre console was indistinctly playing some Cindi Lauper song, as she made her way closer and closer to the town.

By this point, it had been nearly eleven years since she had been back in town and things had drastically changed. There were buildings where they didn’t used to be, and stop lights where she didn’t remember them and with all of those things combined, it was hardly surprising when she took a wrong turn - ending up on a darker road without street lights, shrouded by thick trees either side.

“what the fuck. . .” Laurie muttered to herself, while trying her best to pay careful attention to the road ahead for a route back to the shitty motel she was meant to be staying at.

She looked left briefly, just for a split second but by the time she looked back at the road in front of her, there was a figure stood in her path. With one swift movement, Laurie spun the wheel to the right and collided with a metal fencing bollard which proudly displayed the “Hawkins National Laboratory” logo on a nearby fence sign.

Flying forward in her seat, Laurie’s forehead hit the leather bound steering wheel in front of her - knocking her unconscious, with only the image of that /thing/ to dream of.

Laurie’s eyes flickered open slowly, the feeling of the harsh light only aggravating the stinging she was already feeling in her head.

The blonde sat up slowly, wincing slightly as she did so, her hand reaching up to the right side of her forehead to confirm her suspicions of the bruise that she felt forming.

Opening her eyes fully and tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear, Laurie slowly rose to her feet, placing a hand on the wall next to her for support. She scanned her surroundings and quickly felt a sinking feeling in her stomach, she wasn’t in the hospital - she was in a fucking holding cell.

“Morning, Sunshine.” An unknown voice spoke to her, snapping her away from her thoughts. He was a relatively skinny man, wearing a deputy uniform with a badge that vaguely read ‘Callaghan’.

“Have you sobered up yet?” He asked in a mocking tone.

“Come again?” Laurie spoke slowly, walking a few steps forward to face him through the thick bars of the cell.

“Your little drunk driving adventure last night, you could have killed someone.” Callaghan replied with a serious tone, obviously trying to appear more intimidating than he actually was.

“Drunk?” Laurie began “I wasn’t drink” she finished, arching a brow as she slowly remembered the events of the night before.

While driving back, she had swerved to avoid /something/. Something too fast to be a human and too tall to be an animal. The details were very hazy, but she knew what she saw.

“Sober people don’t crash into thin air.” Agent Callaghan responded, in a nasally tone which was slowly beginning to annoy her.

“Something ran in front of me.” The blonde protested.

“Like what? A wolf?” Deputy Powell chimed in, a hint of laughter behind his question.

“You comin’ Phil?” Powell asked, “Get Flo to process her, I’m dealing up the cards.” He finished.

That’s when it hit her. She was back in Hawkins. The “Flo” the deputy had mentioned was Flo from Hawkins PD, Aunt Flo to Laurie was one of the oldest family friends Laurie had. After the fire in 72’, Flo had been one of the only people that stood by Laurie, so it was a stroke of luck that she still worked here.

“Wait, wait – I know Flo, really well, actually. Ask her anything about me and she’d tell you.” Laurie pleaded, hoping she wouldn’t have to spend much longer in the wretched cell.

“Course you do. What’s your name, red?” Powell asked, nicknaming her ‘red’ due to the crimson hue of the jacket she was currently wearing.

“Laurie Matthews.” She stated, hoping that name no longer held any weight.

The pair shrugged, dismissively, and disappeared down a hallway.

Laurie wasn’t sure how much time passed but after a short while, an older woman appeared, a key in hand and a smug look on her face.

“Dolores, what trouble are you getting into this time?” Flo spoke, using Laurie’s full name as means of severity, as she turned the key in the lock of the holding cell and opened the door, allowing Laurie to exit.

“None this time, Aunt Flo, I promise. Guess I was just. . . really tired.” Laurie spoke, still somewhat confused about the events of the previous evening.

“When Phil told me he had Laurie Matthews in a cell, I hardly believed it. You haven’t called in years, Dolores, you realise you have some explaining to do?” Flo stated, heading toward the hallway of the precinct.

“I know. . I know.” Laurie said with a soft sigh and a shrug. “But I’m back now. . at least for now. So I’m sure we will find a second to catch up.” Laurie said placing her hand on Flo’s arm. “I missed you, Aunt Flo” Laurie finished with a soft, childlike smile.

“I suppose I missed you too. How long has it been.. ten years?” Flo asked, attempting to calculate how long it had been since she had last seen Laurie.

“Eleven in July.” Laurie said with a sigh, trying to push the events that caused her to leave the small town to the back of her head.

“Well. . . It’s good to have you back. It’s good to have you home.” Flo stated, ushering Laurie into a hug, wrapping her arms around the younger woman.