#ice cream vans

[netwyrm]

[beatcroc]

something about perspective, representation, or finding beauty in imperfection, i don't know. i mostly just wanted to say that fake pep looks like shitty ice cream.

[kidcore-nostalgia]

1990s ice cream menu 🌞🍦

[timmurleyart]

My root beer partner in crime. 🤎🍺

[emaadsidiki]

American Eagle & Cone Waffle 🍦🦅

[lordcaptains]

it's my birthday today!

[filmap]

Assault on Precinct 13 John Carpenter. 1976

Ice Cream Truck 11513 Berendo Ave, Los Angeles, CA 90044, USA See in map

See in imdb

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@wolfstarmicrofic august 21 — Ice Cream — 1.5k words — this one's for @appreciatedmoron because if bea wants wolfstar microfic bea gets wolfstar microfic<3

“Dad,” Teddy shrieks in his ear, starting to wildly trash in the fragile hold against Remus’ boney hip, “Dad, look! There’s the Ice Cream van!”

Remus sighs, internally cursing his choice of parking spot. He’s only just taken Teddy out of the car seat. 

He’d hoped to make the Gelato trip back from the beach, not the other way ‘round. But that’s the thing with kids, one mention is nearly a promise and Teddy is five which means he’s relentless on a good day and Remus more often than not doesn’t have the backbone nerve to argue.

“Blue, blue, blue, bl—” 

“Yes, yeah, Teds, goodness sake, we’re getting you,” Remus squints his eyes at what the small sign in the display says, “Blueberry Wizard.”

Teddy lets out an excited litany of giggles, trembling in Remus’ arms. He should definitely be more meticulous about his sugar intake again.

The pudgy, young woman behind the counter throws him an amused look that Remus feels himself flush at, “Um, and I’ll take a scoop of dark chocolate, please. Both in a cup.”

Remus is reaching for his wallet, looking back up only for him to experience some sort of whiplash at the flurry of pale skin and raven hair he hadn’t heard arriving.

His head pounding with the way his eyes are trying to take in everything at once. Long hair and broad shoulders under an obscenely low buttoned, thinly striped shirt. Remus counts red, yellow, blue, is pretty sure there’s a hint of white in the mix but is then distracted by the sinful display of chest. Fine dusting of dark hair and tattoos, fuck, and pecs that look like he’s either lifting weights or working with his hands and Remus is actually in serious danger of fainting right now.

What Remus, belatedly, realises—far too occupied mapping the stranger’s beauty marks on his face and the regal jut of his nose bridge—is that there’s an equally black haired but significantly more dark skinned boy crawling up the man’s length as well.

“Go on, Hazza,” the man nods his head at the array of different Gelato, voice rich and deeper than Remus had expected.

His toddler lets out a long breath, “But how do we know which ones are good?”

The way the gorgeous man’s lips twitch has Remus’ knees attempting to buckle, “Well, you could always ask for recommendations.”

The kid’s mouth forms an ‘o’, nodding importantly, and then proceeds to lean right around his adult to where Remus is standing dumbly, “Hello, which flavours are the tasty ones?”

Remus feels his mouth work uselessly, barely daring to look the other man in the face.

Thankfully, his son has no such qualms, “Hi, I’m Teddy. The blue one is my favourite.” 

The bespectacled boy follows with wary eyes as the cup gets handed over the counter and into Teddy’s little palms. 

Luckily for him, Teddy is not done yet, “And I also looove Banana,” takes a big glob on his little plastic spoon, “And strawberry, and vanilla, and—”

Remus absently puts a gentle palm against Teddy’s cheek to quiet him down, then lets him onto the ground, leaning back up to chance a glance at the stunning stranger.

Which seems to be staring back at Remus with a nearly empty expression, safe for the slightly slack jaw.

Remus scratches at the sweat-damp curls at the back of his neck uncomfortably and the man’s eyes flutter, then he blinks violently before his head shoots back to his toddler. 

“Well,” he clears his throat, licks his lips, “You do really like the banana shakes I make for you every now and then, Haz.”

The boy’s eyes glow a little, smile blooming, “A-huh.”

Grey eyes land back on Remus, fixing him in his spot, unable to move a muscle when the man moves closer towards him, “And what would you recommend, …?”

It takes a beat too long for Remus to realise he’s waiting for a name.

“Oh, Remus.”

The man flashes a glint of sharp canines through his pink lips, “Hi, Remus,” tone sickly sweet and tilting his head to look up through his lashes, “I’m Sirius.”

God have mercy, is he flirting with him?

“So, Remus,” he sets the kid, including ice cream cone, down and then props both hands on his narrow hips, nudging him with an elbow, “what do you reckon?”

“Uh, well,"Remus stutters stupidly, "I always get myself dark chocolate when it’s available,” he grimaces, confessing, “Horrible sweet tooth.”

“Yeah, it’s gotta come from somewhere, huh?” Sirius grins and nods his head down at Teddy taking a huge bite of frosty Blueberry Wizard.

Remus rubs at his flaming neck sheepishly, “Uhm, you can never go wrong with Stratiatella, I think. If you’re looking for something less hardcore.”

He has barely time to cringe at his choice of words when Sirius eyes take on a glint that, embarrassingly, has Remus cock twitching with interest in his cut off jeans shorts, “Oh, yeah, what if I’m into a bit of hardcore, though?”

Swallowing is so very hard for Remus right now. And maybe he shouldn’t have because now his mouth is awefully dry, voice hoarse when, “Well, the– the cookie flavour has some big chunks of dark chocolate chips in it.”

Sirius hums low and happy, “Sounds perfect,” and turns back to the woman behind the counter, “Another scoop of cookie in a cone, please,” throws a charming grin over his shoulder at Remus, “And I’ll be paying for our two handsome advisors as well.”

Oh. “Oh, you don’t have to, it’s—”

“Too late,” Sirius sing-songs, handing over the folded bills. And then, horrifyingly and excitingly, steps back and leans into Remus’ personal space. Takes the wallet Remus was still holding in his palm, like an idiot, it’s embarrassing, in his own hand—and Remus simply lets him!? too occupied marvelling at the clean three-day beard framing rosy lips and the flash of silver eyes through dark lashes—and leans around Remus to tuck it into his jeans’ back pocket. Murmuring into the curve of Remus’ ear, “Let a gorgeous bloke buy you an ice cream, huh, sweets?”

Remus nods dumbly, caught in his spot and then Sirius pulls back and Remus already misses the smell of expensive sunscreen, spicy cologne and shea butter conditioner that clings to his beautiful waves. 

Something tugs at the white threads of his shorts and, oh, right, his son is still there, that’s good, Remus hadn’t even— “Dad, can Harry come with us to the cove?”

Remus blinks at Teddy, entirely lost.

His son sighs irritated, apparently thinking Remus is refusing to answer due to lacking manners, so he adds, “Pleeeaaasee, please, please, please, Harry said he can already swim, his Padfoot teach- taught it to him so—” the rest of the sentence blurs into the background as Remus looks up and eventually concludes the other kid to be Harry, leaving Sirius to be Padfoot.

Which glances back at him amused, equally getting tugged at and begged, mischievous glint dancing in his eyes, raising an eyebrow in question.

Remus smiles back, “Well, it seems I couldn’t possibly do anything against this self-assigned playdate even if I tried to, Teds.”

The kids erupt into elated shrieks and Sirius and Remus shake their heads in a similar fashion as they go to pick up their beach bags and stroll after the toddlers running ahead, Teddy leading the familiar way.

“So what’s this cove, huh? Secret, special bathing spot we’re getting introduced to?” Sirius asks playfully, “Lucky us.” 

His voice is deliberately sultry, Remus knows it, and well. Fight fire with fire, right? Also, he’s simply stating the truth when he replies, “Just this secluded spot I know from when I was a teenager. Hasn’t been used in ages so I always go there to let Teddy and me run around butt-naked, away from the eyes of creeps.”

When he peeks out of the corners of his eyes, Sirius’ jaw is hanging open rather adorably again, “Please tell me you didn’t bother bringing any bathing trunks.”

Much to Sirius’ whinging, he did bring some swimming trunks. Has them even already on under the jeans, for a matter of fact.

They spread out their towels, slather the kids in sunscreen before they beg off into the pools of shallow water to build a sand castle. 

Then follows a painful 15 minutes of Sirius massaging sunscreen into his neck and back and waist and thighs and basically everywhere he can get his hands on honestly which ends with both of them being half hard and having to lay down on their front for another 15 minutes of quiet time. 

It’s a fantastic day, for both kids and adults. They end up staying longer than planned and decide getting dinner together at a small local family diner that’s been there since Remus was young.

They swap numbers before they bid goodbye, beneficial to know a bloke that knows his way around town. Better just when he’s cute, too.

Remus ends up with aching cheeks in bed that night.

Needless to say, a few weeks later when preschool starts up again, Remus takes Sirius on another beach date.

This time he fucks him into the sand, like he’s wanted to the first time around.

[jt1674]

[clarisinne]

something that a lot of people don’t mention about vacationing in Italy is how there’s always a guy in a van with a megaphone yelling “mattresses mattresses” like he’s literally selling bed mattresses from a van. or alternatively there’s a guy in a van with a megaphone who’s called the “arrotino” who just sharpens knives?

[aboutoriginality]

Ice Cream Man (2015 Remaster)

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[fizzing-saturn]

literally sobbing my youtuber egos hyperfixation is coming back except its ONLY ever been markiplier and (mostly) crankgameplays egos and there is NO CONTENT FOR CRANKGAMEPLAYS EGOS anywhere 😭😭😭

theyre so interesting too!!! dark and anti (who admittedly i dont know that much abt) are also interesting and silly/pos but BLANK!!!

hes so sad because hes the embodiment of all the negative stuff! but ethan did. nothing with him! wtf! and the character design is so aggfhdf i really like the idea of a gaunt bonewhite figure with eyes leaking oil and a face perpetually stuck in a sob

and unus 😔 the physical embodiment of DEATH?? he was only alive for one year but he was my blorbo the whole way through

and those are the only ones people really talk about?! i mean some people yeah but i feel like most don’t acknowledge mrs thomson or mad mike or bernice or (idk her name) his yandere ego or father ethan any of the rest of them! its so :((((

any ways. im going to go have thoughts abt Them. very sorry for the long post the tags are also very long but i Have Opinions and i needed them to come out

:(

[drieddpetals]

wylan: *says napoleon ice cream instead of neapolitan ice cream*

jesper: "napoleon???"

wylan: "...yeah? is that not what it's called?"

jesper: "wylan, love, it's neapolitan."

wylan: "...omg i've been saying napoleon my whole life"

jesper: *teasing him* "yes, my favorite ice cream flavor, the general who liberated france from the monarchy"

wylan: "stop😭😭"

[digitalfriend08]

XXX

[personinthepalace]

Odd Squad Magic School Bus

got this idea from @thecoolguy24601's tumblr poll haha