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Protective clothing. NASA Spinoff. 1981.
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Fire fighters son pt.1
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Firefighter using the Bernoulli Principle and Venturi Effect to put out a fire and drive out the smoke from inside the house. 🤔
#pay attention#educate yourselves#educate yourself#knowledge is power#reeducate yourself#reeducate yourselves#think about it#think for yourselves#think for yourself#do your homework#do some research#do your own research#ask yourself questions#question everything#firefighter#fire fighters#fire fighting tactics
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Turn out gear representing every single firefighter lost on 9/11. If that doesn’t hit the feels then idk what does.
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Our Sins
Some Fire Fighter!Miguel angst to fuel the fire...(discussion of cheating)
Miguel stared at his drink, ruefully recalling Peter's last words to him. Right before he'd run into that burning building. Downing the last of the liquor, Miguel squeezed his eyes shut as the burning liquid ran hot down his throat.
The memorial had been nice. Lots of well-meaning people saying lots of well-meaning things.
Peter would've hated it.
He held the empty glass up to the light. Tilting it sideways he looked through the bottom at the warped view it offered of the dimly lit roadhouse. The bar was small, and what it offered could hardly be deemed acceptable liquor. Paint thinner seemed a more apt description for the caustic substance that passed for alcohol. Still, the strong after-taste it provided proved that he could still feel. Gave him something to sink his teeth into.
In the background the faint strains of some nameless country song flowed from the decrepit juke box in the corner. If Miguel had to guess, it along with the rest of that rickety little dive had been standing since the 40's. A roach scuttered across the table, but he couldn't be bothered to sweep it away. Rather he held up the glass and peered through it to watch the insect scurry under the table.
His phone rang. And like he had been doing for the past two hours, Miguel let it go to voice mail.
It was probably Jess anyway. Most likely wondering were in the hell he'd run off to. Miguel sighed and set the glass on the table, doubtlessly adding to the litany of tinted rings staining the tables surface.
Guess they haven't discovered coasters yet. He mused dryly, turning the glass in slow circles.
"Hey." The soft voice threw cold water on his musings. Miguel glanced up briefly, made a poor attempt at smiling and returned to scowling at the glass.
You.
"What are you doing here, Y/N." His words came out harsher than he'd intended. If you'd taken offence, you didn't let on, sliding into the booth across from him.
"Seeing how you're holding up. You lit out after the memorial like your tail was on fire." Crossing your arms, you propped them on the stained table and looked around. The walls probably hadn't seen a coat of paint since D-Day if the water spots and non-descript grey aging spots were any indication, and the single fluorescent light, by all accounts the only modern update to the dingy dive. There was an outdated payphone in the back corner, though the cord was visibly cut rendering it useless.
"Is this where you've been holing up for two weeks?" You raised a brow and tried to keep your tone neutral.
"Don't start, Y/N." Miguel warned, meeting your eyes briefly.
"You look horrible."
"It's nice to see you too. Good to see you're still tactless." His voice dripped with sarcasm. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something you'd regret. "Must be one of those 'shining' qualities Peter loved so much." His face hardened, and he poured another shot of brandy into the glass.
"That's not fair, Mig, and you know it." You said defensively. He'd goaded you into a retort, and he smirked in bitter satisfaction as he downed the drink.
"I call em' like I see em', Sugar."
"This isn't getting us anywhere, Miguel." You sighed, leaning back against the seat. He chuckled mirthlessly and mirrored your posture.
"Why are you here, Y/N?"
"I told you, to see how you are."
"Why are you really here?" He asked pointedly, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table. Narrowing your eyes, you leaned forward and glared at him.
"Because you're my friend and I care about you." He stared at you for several beats, his eyes flashing before his features shuttered and he leaned back again to pour another drink.
"You don't have any business being here. I'm doing just fine."
"Are you? Are you really? Because this doesn't look fine!" Realizing you'd raised your voice, you pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed, exasperated. Miguel ran his finger around the rim of the glass thoughtfully.
"Well, you're certainly not looking worse for wear." he said cooly. Slowly you glanced up at him with a cocked brow.
"And what's that supposed to mean, O'Hara?" You hissed. Miguel stretched and shrugged casually and hummed.
"Just an observation. I don't exactly see the image of the devoted grieving girlfriend."
"Oh? And just what am I supposed to look like? You? Apparently not sleeping or showering? You smell absolutely horrible by the way." You bit back, folding your arms. A bitter smirk crept across his face. "Peter's dead, Mig. But the world didn't stop turning." His smirk instantly fell, and he looked at you darkly. "Peter wouldn't want either of us,"
"You have no right to preach to me about what Peter would've wanted." You flinched when he slammed the glass down on the table, sending brandy sloshing onto the stained and sticky surface. You stared at the liquid slowly dripping down the edge of the table silently. "Peter didn't deserve to die. Why did it have to be him?" He muttered wryly. You couldn't argue with him, he wasn't wrong.
"You were his girlfriend. And I was his best friend." He looked up at you with narrowed eyes. "Doesn't it bother you that we were fucking behind his back?"
"Of course, it..." Your voice broke and you propped your forehead in your hand, hoping to conceal the hot tears threatening to fall.
"Peter was the best person I know, knew, and I betrayed him." His tone was eerily calm. "Every time someone pats me on the back and tells me what a hero Peter was, how noble he was, I want to scream." He hissed, squeezing his eyes shut. "Because I know that it should've been me." His voice cracked, and he sniffed, stubbornly holding back tears. "I'm a piece of shit, Y/N. And no amount of time or booze is going to make me forget that." Your heart clenched at his defeated tone, and you reached for the brandy bottle.
"We're both shit, Migs." You whispered, topping off his glass and taking a swig from the bottle.
And neither of you knew how to fix that.
#miguel x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara#miguel x you#miguel o'hara x y/n#miguel o'hara fanfiction#fire fighters#miguel imagine
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How about a hot firefighter?
Oh… What can I say… There are simply classics that always work!
By the way, a puppy is hidden in this picture… It took me five minutes to discover it…
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Don't Play with Fire
October is Fire Prevention Month. Browse over 2,000 photos of ferocious fires, fire aftermath, flame girls, fire trucks, firefighters, fire-related injuries, and fire safety demonstrations in the Hennepin County Library Digital Collections—a good visual reminder to not play with fire.
Photos top to bottom:
Fire at Pierce Skate and Ski, 1974 (C49286)
Egekvist Bakery Economy Store Fire, 1970 (C07834)
House at 1200 4th Ave. N on fire, undated (C49291)
Fire station No. 4, 1101 6th St. N (MHPC002304)
Washburn-Crosby Mill After Fire, 1991 (C60440)
Goodman Overcoat Building Fire, 1974 (MFD0149)
Fire Trucks in Minneapolis Fire Station No. 6, 30 13th St. S, 1974 (C49651)
See more fire and fire department posts from the past on our Tumblr.
#fires#Minneapolis Fire Department#fire departments#fire prevention month#Minneapolis#Minnesota#fire fighting#fire fighters#fire stations
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Send Sorrow Up In Smoke!!!
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Remember Rescue Heroes?
It's not a toyline the rest of YouTube would tell you about…
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9/11 - Tribute - 2023
It has been 22 years since the horrible day, September 11, 2001.
That day when the world crashed, when the U.S. was on fire, when people were killed, safety seemed to be an illusion, when cops, fire fighters, rescuers, medics and every first helper were working together to help, to search, to rescue!
Do you remember what I remember from that day? I remember the words “UNITED WE STAND”. I…
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#9-11#Americans#cops#don&039;t forget#fire fighters#help#helpers#medics#memorial#memories#remember#rescue#support#tribute#united
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A 1907 view of the E.E. Canfield Carriage Factory and Repository along with fire fighters and a horse-drawn fire engine in front of Chico fire station. The caption reads: “Chico, Cal. — The Pride of the City of Roses.” From our online catalog.
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The fire department of Miami Beach, Florida are in Israel to help
Video: Chanale
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"Home is Where the Heart Is*
A heart-warming story where Miss Grundy's apartment goes up in a fire, and she stays at Betty's place for a couple weeks until the repairs can be made. That is... weird, but maybe the Coopers were just that close of friends with Miss Grundy, daughter be damned. Miss Grundy then so hovers around at the party being thrown by Betty for her friends -- again... Weird... And proves them a thing or two when she livens up the boring proceedings with Twister (given that this is my immediate association on how Archie Comics had dealt with the game in the past ... Again, Weird) and a Round Robin story session.
The question on the fire fighter outfits. Was there the thought that, you know, they aren't necessarily the stereotypical yellow? Even though. It is common for assured visibility purposes. I don't really follow fire fighter fashion trends to know if yellow has been phased out.
The family heirloom lost. Ruined in two different ways. A greater totality experienced in the second one.
And, okay. What the Heck happened here? Is this an incomplete job, they were planning on replacing the image -- perhaps with a thought of moving photography technology forward -- but could not pull together a new image in time?
#Archie Comics#Miss Grundy#Archie Andrews#Betty Cooper#Fire#Fire fighters#Family heirloom#Photograph#Restoration#Stan Goldberg#1990
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