#ic :: ( stan )

[paintedcrows]

In my heart, Ford once went to an ice dimension and got Really Good at ice skating, and now he's absolutely insufferable about it.

[ravmycupine]

Vampire will feyt me! I trusted u to protect Ford!! but you did not! 🧛🧛 . . .

BONUS AFTERMATH

Specifically based off of @dark-lord-of-awesomeness's Venus Vampire Trap Stan its so good go read all of it

[nenoname]

always thinking about what fighting styles the bros would have in a game (and getting distracted by ford's billion variants on Gun™️)

[aria-greenhoodie]

New Banner just dropped. Oh look at all my blorbos… my beloveds… my scrimblo bimblos….

Click for Quality!

[jobean12-blog]

Last Stop to Love (and ice cream)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 775

Summary: After a long day of work you grab the train to head home and get an unexpected treat.

Author's Note: My friend sent me a cute reel of being on a crowded train and getting bumped around into people and it just sort of sparked this little drabble. I also want ice cream. And Bucky. So...hehe 😁Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: fluff and cuteness and ice cream

As soon as you board the train you try to hold back your sigh of defeat, noting how every seat is taken and nearly every handrail is already clutched by someone else. With quiet “excuse me’s” you wind your way through the crowd until you find the last small space where you can stand without putting your face in someone’s armpit.

What. A. Day.

You keep your head down, not even attempting to get to your bag and retrieve your headphones or your book. The train rolls along the rails, the gentle sway lulling you into a daze  after the long day at work.

Your feet stay firmly planted and you’ve got a light hold on the lower part of one of the center handrails but when the train starts to slow to its first stop you’re unprepared for the sudden jolt and you fly forward.

Your momentum is stopped by two large hands at your waist and the feel of something solid at your cheek, surrounded by softness and the best smell to ever bless your nose.

“OH!” you exclaim, losing your grip on the handrail and trying to find purchase on anything nearby. Your fingers attempt to wrap around something but it’s hard and wide and you can only dig in your fingertips to try and stay steady.

“You ok there doll?”

Once you feel like you’re no longer going to careen forward and face plant you look up and meet a pair of the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen. They’re attached to a face just as beautiful, his strong jaw darkened by hair that’s peppered with gray, and his perfect lips turned up into a smirk. And your fingers are tightly curled around his bulging bicep.

“Um…yeah,” you say, clearing your throat and removing your fingers from his arm. “I’m sorr…”

“Nah,” he interrupts. “Nothing to be sorry for. It’s crowded today.”

Since there isn’t much space for you to move you just take a small step back and he releases you, grabbing the handrail above your head. The train continues to empty, and you notice a seat open up. A young kid , probably high school age, starts to move toward it but your knight in shining armor intercepts him and says something too low for you to hear while smiling your way.

The kid nods and leans back against the closed doors.

“Seat’s open doll.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to sit…?”

“I’m fine. Anyway, wouldn’t be right for me to take a ladies seat.”

“Thank you…?” You look at him expectantly.

“Bucky,” he finishes. “Name’s Bucky.”

“Thanks Bucky.”

You introduce yourself then sit and let out a relieved sigh. He moves closer and stands next to you, casually leaning against the pole as if the jostling train has no affect on him whatsoever. You try to sneak a better look at him without making it too obvious and as your eyes travel upward from his boot clad feet, over long legs, and a broad chest you notice how his long hair is tucked behind his ears, except for a stray strand that hangs loosely at his cheek, giving him a boyish look.

“What stop are you?”

“Hm,” you start, then quickly collect yourself. “Oh! Washington Ave.”

“Near Ample Hills?” he asks, his face lighting up.

“Yeah,” you smile.

“Feel like some ice cream?”

The traffic bustles on by down Washington Ave, the late spring sun still hanging low in the sky and casting a warm glow on the Manhattan skyline across the water. You stroll slowly next to Bucky, arms close and brushing as you each enjoy a giant ice cream cone.

“This is so good,” he says through a mouthful. “I needed it.”

“You’re telling me,” you answer as you go in for another big spoonful.

A group of kids rush down the street on their electric scooters, barely giving you space so you have to press yourself against Bucky to avoid getting run over.

“I swear the Universe is against me staying on my feet today,” you joke.

“That’s why it sent me,” he smiles.

You dip your head, averting his focused gaze but then he gently presses two fingers under your chin and lifts it, swiping his thumb over the corner of your mouth.

“Had a little ice cream just there…”

“Thanks,” you whisper.

His thumb lingers and his eyes drop to your lips.

“So now that we’ve had dessert, what about dinner? Say Saturday night?”

“Yeah. I’d really like that,” you tell him.

“And this time we can take a cab,” he says with a wink. “Or…if you’re up for it…my motorcycle.”

[rise-my-angel]

Just a quick reminder since season two seems to not have understood this whatsoever, the King in the North, Torrhen Stark, did not bend the knee in peace to loyally unite the Kingdoms to someone he believed in.

He and his army arrived to fight the Targaryeans, only to arrive and realize that Harrenhal, one of the strongest structures ever built in Westeros, had been turned into this after being attacked with dragonfire:

Torrhen Stark bent the knee out of fear that the Targaryeans would do this to the North next should he choose to fight back against them as he originally intended to do.

The Starks bent the knee not out of any loyalty, but out of a great fear for a destructive power the devastating likes they had never seen in their lifetime. Knowing that were he to refuse, his entire countrymen's lives would be considered forfeit, and this too would become the ruins of the castles and lands in his Kingdom.

Fear does not spark loyalty. It only creates resentment in secret.

[ladystoneshart]

repeat after me you can defend sansa without being mean to arya REPEAT AFTER ME

[atreeinthemoonlight]

I see some women pitying Rhaegar Targaryen for marrying a woman he didn't love. I mean, did Elia Martell ride him or bend him over? Bet Rhaegar had to rush into the bath every time after bedding her, scrubbing himself raw while sobbing? Those two kids were literally birthed with Elia's lifeblood, or did you think Rhaegar squeezed them out himself with his royal whining? 'A political wife is still a wife,and a wife's only purpose is popping out heirs' 'Why didn't she fight back?'‘If she didn’t wanna marry Rhaegar, why didn’t she just run away?’ ‘She totally wanted to be queen—this was the price!’ Yeah, keep telling yourself that, next you’ll say 'let those political wife eat cake instead.'How marvelous —national modernization means every Karen can now cosplay Marie Antoinette.

Oh,how dare Aerys make Rhaegar marry someone he didn’t love? The horror! Someone call the Maesters, we’ve got a real tragedy here! Cry me a river, why don’t you?Ah yes, Rhaegar suffered so gallantly between the sheets—all for duty! How poetic.Maybe he should’ve written another ballad. Quick, my silver prince, strum another sob song about his ‘sacrificial duty fucks' - as if sticking his dick in his wife was some heroic burden. Please, the only thing more overrated than his harp skills was his performance in bed. Politics or passion, men still stick it in either way.It seems the great true love is not a big thing.

This is the tragic tale that has you ass-kisser with terminal male-worship syndromes clutching your pearls for Rhaegar? Jon Connington discovered the internet? Someone alert the Maesters - we've got a miracle on our hands! No wonder the realm went to shit.

So tell us what exactly tragic misfortune has befallen him? Since you’re clearly drowning in sympathy and unemployed of purpose, might I suggest actual charity work? Trees need planting, and the ocean’s full of plastic—unless, of course, performative pity is more your style.

[kataraavatara]

rhysand after telling nesta that he’s going to pay her a huge salary for being a human emissary after never reimbursing her for the massive fortune she and elain lost because of the night court and then never paying her and then after she’s traumatized and unwell because of all the shit the inner circle made her do STILL not paying her but offering her pity jobs where don’t worry he’s definitely going to pay her this time meanwhile giving her an open line of credit to his account she ends up using because she has no money of her own because HE NEVER COMPENSATED HER FOR HER LABOR AND LOST HER INHERITANCE and then using the fact she spent his money as an excuse to get MORE free labor out of her, hey nesta we noticed you’re unwell, you’ll clearly not capable of living on your own but you CAN do life or death missions for us and use your sexuality for us so go work in the library go wield the dread trove go seduce eris for us (elain and mor can’t because they don’t want to and/or need to be protected thank god you’re expendable), amren’s going to talk about you like you’re an object to be wielded by the night court and we’re all going to vote on whether or not to tell you the truth about your own body but you should be grateful because you spend a minuscule amount of the endless fortune i hoard while my own citizens are so poor cassian has to hand out blankets in the winter

[stark-lord]

live Raynor reaction

[embersareout9]

Goose: Between Slider, Mav and Ice, there are three braincells. Goose: And Ice has all three of them.

[estrangedandwayward]

Dreamfyre, Vhagar, Sunfyre and Tessarion flying home

[fatum679]

Are you f*cking serious? 🤡

You're so stupid! lmfao

Knowing this, these idiots attacked Aemond in a crowd, beat him, cut out his eye and made him disabled. You are such clowns!

🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

Alyssa died when Daemon was 3 years old. So shut up with your argument that Rhaenys gave Daemon a chance to claim Meleys. TB does not recognize the OPINION AND CHOICE OF THE DRAGON HIMSELF. DRAGON CHOOSE Rider! VHAGAR WANTED AEMOND!

🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

[rise-my-angel]

"Daenaera was the wife that made Aegon happy!!!"

Have you considered that Jaehaera was only 8 years old when she was put into an arranged marriage with Aegon? And she died only a few years later when she probably hadn't even reached her teenage years yet? Have you all considered Jaehaera was a very traumatized and grief stricken child, who never made it to adulthood, who had no choice in any of this and maybe you look psychotic for having literally no sympathy for her just because she wasn't the wife you prefer for a ship?

Literally what is wrong with some of you?

[silverflameataraxia]

Sansa and Jeyne are the only people to call Arya ugly.

Meanwhile Ned, Jon, Gendry, Lady Smallwood, and the kindly man have all commented on her beauty, but this fandom ignores it in favor of two middle-school-aged mean girls who have to put Arya down to feel good about themselves.

[atreeinthemoonlight]

Tell me, do I need to officially join ‘Team Elia’ before I’m allowed to criticize Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark? Does merely mentioning Elia Martell automatically make me her stan? Is it physically impossible to call out those two homewreckers without invoking her? Can’t I just be a neutral observer and a passerby who recognizes clowns when they see it? When will Rhaelya stans accept that the entire internet doesn’t need to be a Martell fan first just to despise them? People don’t need to weep for Elia to see that a married prince ditching his postpartum nearly died wife for a 15 year old girl is vile. Looking down on them takes less effort than blinking—it’s basically a reflex at this point.

I’ve never seen a ship with this many black marks—its very existence is built on oceans of blood and tears. How do you even stan them? Oh right, by ignoring every inconvenient truth:

No.1 Don’t mention Rhaegar’s actual wife and children,and how Elia nearly died giving him heirs, let's pretend Elia Martell and her butchered children are NPCs,or just create a new timeline—they never existed.

No.2 Don’t bring up feminist icon Lyanna hating Robert’s infidelity while she eloped with a married popular charming crown prince.

No.3 Brush off Rhaegar’s prophecy obsession,and the tiny detail that he may have groomed her for it.

No.4 Handwave the fandom’s favorite mysteries—like how Lyanna supposedly had no clue about the war outside, or what she really thought while rotting in that Tower,did she still believe this was love?

No.5 The most important rule: never mention her age. Age is only brought up when someone criticizes Lyanna—“Stop bullying a 15-year-old girl!” But when it comes to shipping, it’s off-limits. In fanart, she must always be drawn as mature—especially when holding Jon. She needs to look at least twenty,still young but twenty.

Watching Rhaegar/Lyanna apologists defend their garbage ship is like listening to a failed prophecy bard and a a bratty ‘not like others' teen screeching: "The world doesn’t understand us! Just leave us alone, you’re just too basic to get our level! darling—it’s us against the whole world!"

By all means, "don’t mention this""that’s unimportant""this doesn’t matter""that’s irrelevant"—let's focus on these two adorable masterpieces!