#ice rules

[phantominzie]

EVERYONE.

DONT FORGET TO LOOK UP #cutewinterboots ON TIKTOK! THERE'LL BE SOME BIG BITS OF ICE ON THE ROADS FOR QUITE SOME TIME, SO BE SURE TO INVEST IN SOME CUTE WINTER BOOTS.

That is all, y'all have a good one and stay safe during all this ICE!

edit: fascists, racists, nazi's, homophobe/transphobes, and trump dick riders can politely fuck off on this post. I'm tired of dealing with y'all, stop trying to be edgy in the comments of this post, I will just block you so piss off.

[ashamaxxing]

mom come pick me up they’re defending the divine right of kings on asoiaf twitter again

[creepymutelilbugger]

my problematic tgirl opinion is that mint ice cream is good actually

[egophiliac]

LET THE BOY HAVE AN EDUCATION

officially at the point where we're starting to see where it's all headed and I am just going NYEEHEEHEE in delight at it all. ahhh...next week can't come soon enough...

[mrsjellymunson]

🍦Keeping Score (Steve’s version)🍦

Written for the @steddiemicrofic April prompt ‘Score’ | WC target: 351 | Rating: T | POV: Steve Harrington | Tags: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Scoops Ahoy, Pre-S4 | CW: food and eating | A/N: This is a companion piece to Keeping Score (Eddie’s version)

Robin’s scoreboard mocks Steve from the break room. The You Suck column is too overpopulated for his liking. He spots out-of-uniform cheerleaders sashaying across the walkway and whisper-yells,

“Just watch, I’m gonna wow whoever comes in next. I’ll get at least two numbers, maybe more!”

What Steve doesn’t see is Eddie heading in from the side, pushing in just ahead of the squealing group. Steve hisses,

“Nooo, not him!”

Robin knows he’s crushing because he spilled his guts (in more ways than one) that night they raided his parents’ Advocaat stash. Hovering the marker threateningly beneath You Suck, she hisses back,

“No takebacks!”

“Fine, I’ll just… view it as a challenge.”

Flashing his most dazzling smile, Steve deviates from the corporate script with a lasciviously-delivered,

“Aho-ooy sailor! And what can I do for you?”

Eddie doesn’t normally receive this much attention from Steve and is momentarily dumbstruck. Snapping out of it, he asks for his usual (that he doesn’t even like that much, but the assembly process has its perks…)

Steve reaches up for the speciality wafer shapes, a sliver of his waist and back exposed as his uniform rides up. Eddie masks his groan with a cough.

After exchanging treats and money, Robin’s derisory chuff emboldens Steve. He leans over, deliberately stretching his shirt tightly over his chest.

“So, what else can we swap today? How’bout I get your number?”

Eddie blinks.

Pushing a napkin towards him, Steve adds,

“Write it on this, okay?”

Eddie stuffs the top of his dessert in his mouth to stop himself from blurting out something stupid, narrowly missing stabbing himself in the eye with the speciality wafer and instantly getting an ice cream headache. At least this time his moan is appropriate.

Shaky hands scrawl wonky digits. Eddie swallows his far-too-big mouthful, incredulous, and backs out before skedaddling. Steve watches him go, tucking the napkin somewhere safe and staring for too long at the vacated space. 

He’s knocked out of his trance by the obnoxious and lengthy squeak of a marker, as Robin rolls her eyes, reluctantly tallying a solitary mark beneath You Rule…

Thanks so much for reading!

Read the companion piece: Eddie’s version

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[ignoramusrenegade]

Tina gets a part-time job at the Wharf for no reason in particular 👀

@babsvibes

[reblogandlikes]

Never understood how the IC was additionally mad at Nesta "whoring" herself and using sex as a coping mechanism as a bad thing yet say nothing when she's pursued and does the very same thing with Cassian despite her emotional state being exactly the same in both settings.

They already forcefully stopped her movements. Stopped her drinking. And fuck, even stopped her damn sugar intake. Why not go a step further and stop her sexual endeavours too, seeming everything she does is so destructive and uncontrollable?

Wait, what? It's fine if the person she fucks is a male that has no respect for her boundaries, they approve of and also cares for HIS feelings more because of some stupid mating bond, yet they never push Elain to explore hers because they don't give af about Lucien? Of course, right. How silly of me to think the force proximity trope in this sense was anything but predatory behaviour on someone forced into a world she wanted no part in and gain further trauma from. Made worse when by the end of the book, Nesta still feels unworthy of love, but figured complying to the IC was a better option than the alternative - made into an actual enemy they'd feel justified in opposing because she's such a "danger".

[catsinthecable]

I'm not sure anyone understands how close I am to writing a Top Gun/Real Genius fic. Not even a fusion, just one where Mav temporarily ends up in an alternate universe. I think it'd be silly (said with every intention of hurting Mav badly).

[bannock-freak]

"One time the girl of my dreams asked me if I needed a ride home from campus so obviously I let her drive me home and then walked back to campus a couple of hours later to get my car"

image of Victor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki

[adarkandmagicalforest]

jaehaerys I being seen as this great king, intelligent and wise but actually being a habitual predator towards his own daughters to the point of them running away as fast as they could from kings landing/trying to marry their brothers for protection/literally committing suicide to avoid them while 'good' alysanne lies to herself everyday and also trying to marry her daughters farther and farther away from their father is

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

They told her she was just spending the night in Miami.

No warning. No lawyer. No time to pack. Just steel cuffs wrapped around her wrists, cinched tight across her chest, chained to a waist belt so snug she couldn’t breathe. A bus with no food, no water, no bathroom—just a puddle of piss soaking the floor. The guards told her to go ahead and urinate where she sat. She did.

Then they pushed her into Krome.

Krome, the Miami processing center where men with criminal records are supposed to be held—not immigrant women with no charges, no convictions, no voice. Krome, where she and 26 others were stuffed “like sardines in a jar,” forced to sleep on concrete, offered one three-minute shower in four days, and told by guards to pretend to have a seizure if they wanted medicine. One woman actually had a seizure. They came for her. The rest they ignored.

Three people are now dead in ICE custody. Three. In just over a month. Genry Ruiz-Guillen, 29, from Honduras, died January 23. Serawit Gezahegn Dejene, 45, from Ethiopia, died January 29. Maksym Chernyak, 44, from Ukraine, died February 20.

No convictions. No due process. No protection. Just death under fluorescent lights.

And while the bodies pile up, the architects of this system are laughing.

THE ARCHITECTS OF SUFFERING

Tom Homan—now officially Trump’s Border Czar—is no longer just shouting from Fox News panels. He’s in charge. And he’s promising “deportations every day,” vowing to expel millions. He’s pushing to build new detention camps on military bases and at Guantanamo Bay, to outsource incarceration to local jails, and to lower federal detention standards across the board. He wants to hand over human lives to any sheriff with a cage and a budget. This isn’t law enforcement—it’s a national purge.

Kristi Noem is no longer the governor of South Dakota. She’s been promoted to Secretary of Homeland Security, overseeing ICE, CBP, and FEMA. She’s already begun reshaping disaster policy and immigration enforcement with the cold efficiency of someone who never cared about the human cost. She’s toured detention centers abroad and proposed funneling more power and funding into the machine that’s already killing people. This is the woman now in charge of protecting the homeland—and she’s treating it like a battlefield.

And Stephen Miller—the alabaster goblin behind Trump’s first wave of xenophobic terror—is back inside the West Wing as Deputy Chief of Staff for Policy and Homeland Security Advisor. He is not hiding. He is not softening. He is laying the groundwork for mass deportations, family separations, and the total militarization of immigration enforcement. Miller’s strategy is simple: flood the system, break it, and make cruelty look like order.

This isn’t mismanagement. This isn’t politics. This is state-sanctioned human suffering.

ICE has 46,269 people in custody—far above its legal bed count of 41,500. Congress just rewarded them with another $430 million. Detention centers are overflowing. Guards are whispering, “It shouldn’t be like this.” But they keep turning the key. They keep locking the doors.

Because this system wasn’t designed to rehabilitate. It wasn’t designed to deter. It was designed to break people.

And it’s working.

CORPORATE PROFITEERS OF THE GULAG

Akima Infrastructure Protection—remember that name. That’s the private contractor running Krome under a $685 million federal contract. Your tax dollars. Your country. Your name on the invoice. And Akima didn’t just ignore the reports of overcrowding, abuse, and death—they didn’t even respond. Because they don’t have to. In America’s immigration gulag system, accountability is optional, profits are mandatory.

Akima isn’t alone. The privatized detention racket is a booming business. The worse the conditions, the higher the margins. More detainees equals more beds, more guards, more federal payouts. These aren’t just prison contractors—they’re war profiteers in a domestic war against the poor, the brown, the undocumented, and the disposable.

And while three human beings die in government cages in thirty goddamn days, ICE puts out a statement saying they can’t verify the abuse without the women’s names. That’s like watching a house burn down and saying you can’t help unless the flames file a formal request.

What ICE really means is this: unless you hand us their names, we can’t retaliate.

FEAR, SILENCE, AND THE NEW AMERICAN NIGHTMARE

These women are afraid to speak because they know what happens to people who tell the truth in a system built to erase them. Their fear isn’t paranoia. It’s wisdom. Because in Trump’s America, the immigration system is no longer civil. It’s punitive, predatory, and lethal.

And while this slow-motion horror show unfolds behind steel bars and security checkpoints, the rest of the country scrolls past it—too tired, too numb, too wrapped in talking points to see what’s right in front of them:

The United States is running concentration camps again.

Not in secret. Not in shadows. In Miami. In Arizona. In Texas. With full congressional funding. With bipartisan indifference. With the open approval of a political movement that cheers cruelty like it’s patriotism.

And unless we name it, scream it, and rage against it, it’s only going to get worse.

Because this administration has made it clear: they don’t want to fix the system. They want to break more people. Faster. Cheaper. Louder.

And if that means more body bags? So be it. To them, that’s not a failure.

It’s the plan working exactly as intended.

WHAT THE HELL DO WE DO?

We stop pretending this is normal. We stop calling it a “broken system” and start calling it what it is: a weapon.

We hold the names. We name the dead. We say Genry. Serawit. Maksym. Not as footnotes, but as proof that silence is complicity.

We pressure Congress to defund ICE, to end private detention contracts, to shut down Krome and every facility like it. We demand independent investigations, criminal accountability, and media that covers these stories like lives are on the line—because they are.

We support immigrant-led organizations. We raise hell at town halls. We show up with signs, with lawsuits, with cameras, with righteous fury. We flood their offices. We write until our fingers bleed. We organize, we protest, we resist.

And if you’re in a position of power—if you’re a staffer, an attorney, a journalist, a human being with a platform—you use it. This is not a drill. This is not a moment to stay neutral.

The machine is killing people. The people running it are proud of that. And history will not forgive anyone who stood by and watched.

Raise your voice. Wreck their silence. And don’t stop until the cages are empty.

[Bill Adkins]

[victusinveritas]

[fandomnerd9602]

Jane Storm talks with Y/N…

Jane: it just sucks! I got these fire powers so I can’t touch you without—

Y/N conjures up a bit of ice with their hands…

Y/N: I think we balance each other out

Jane: I love you

Y/N; I know. C’mere already

Jane giggles and jumps right into Y/N’s arms, kissing them as steam envelops them…

[cosmiclion]

I finally have some time to draw for myself and of course it's something silly ✌️

[warlenys]

just. okay

[graviconscientia]

There's a few more hiding elsewhere, but I think these look rather pretty. 🩵🤍🐉