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Stannis Baratheon Week:

Day 2:  Memorable book moment/show scene

 ↪  Stannis’ victory at the Wall 

It’s done, Jon thought, they’re breaking. The wildlings were running, throwing down their weapons, Hornfoot men and cave dwellers and Thenns in bronze scales, they were running. Mance was gone, someone was waving Harma’s head on a pole, Tormund’s lines had broken. Only the giants on their mammoths were holding, hairy islands in a red steel sea. The fires were leaping from tent to tent and some of the tall pines were going up as well. And through the smoke another wedge of armored riders came, on barded horses. Floating above them were the largest banners yet, royal standards as big as sheets; a yellow one with long pointed tongues that showed a flaming heart, and another like a sheet of beaten gold, with a black stag prancing and rippling in the wind. 

Robert, Jon thought for one mad moment, remembering poor Owen.” ― A Storm of Swords, Jon X

Just You, And I, Together Forever

7…4…2…4…4…3

The locker popped open, revealing the neat stacks of books and worksheets that Stan had collected throughout the semester. He rifled through them, searching for his math textbook to take home, when he realised that something had indeed fallen out.

It was an envelope, sitting, blue and crisp, on the edges of Stan’s hi-tops. He scooped it up with a frown; it was too formal to be a hall note from Rich and not the right stationary to be from the school itself. He ripped it open with some bemusement (because honestly, who wrote letters?), and realised that it was only an invitation to Bill’s 16th birthday party.

Stan bit his lip as he read it over, noting the neat and formal print. He closed his locker and began walking toward the exit, still examining the paper. Last year, it had just been a small thing—the losers and Bill’s folks, eating Bill’s favourite meal and watching his favourite program on TV. They’d played board games and even tried a beer in Bill’s backyard.

This, though… This was Bill’s sixteenth birthday. Most people knew Bill, and if it was important enough that he was sending out invitations…

“Hiya, Stanny!”

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Birthdays Page!!

So in celebration of me having a completely free weekend, I’m setting up a birthday page! 

How it Works: on your birthday I’ll promo you and wish you lots of happiness and (maybe) send you a picture of a dog. Bc I love dogs.

Rules:

  • must be following this Stannis stan
  • maybe check out my god awful edits to validate my ego
  • reblog this post (no likes, unless bookmarking)
  • send me an ask with your name and birthday!
  • you’ll be added here
  • send 😎 if you want a hot old dudes blograte too (style below cut)
  • blacklist #rooseisloose if you don’t want to see these shenanigans

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mama’s boy

Summary: The sadness subsided and the bitterness set in, a low anger at Richie for making that comment in front of everything. He bit back his hot, angry tears, blinking them away quickly until the bile in his throat subsided. Stanley Uris didn’t cry anymore. He’d wasted enough time 

(being a useless spoiled fucking mama’s boy you’re nothing but a spoiled rotten brat stan you’ve got no spine no talents your parents are tricking you they’re lying you’re just a dumbass no-talent rich kid)

crying about stupid shit for no reason. Like the buh-buh-buh-buh-birds and other variants of Richie’s quips, like skinned knees and missing television for saturday morning services. Maybe he wasn’t so normal as everyone thought, but he had to be. Rich Jews didn’t have any talents. They just got rich and stayed rich, didn’t ever have to work, and even if he wanted to work he never would. He’d just survive on daddy’s money like everyone said, never have to work. The thought sent a chill down Stan’s spine.

There was a soft knock at the door over the volumes of Stan’s thoughts.

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“Shut up, you fucking mama’s boy.”

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Richie, Stan, and Bill huddled in a blanket fort at three am. It’s hot - stifling, even. 

“Dare,” whispers Richie.

Stan smirks. “I dare you to kiss the hottest guy here,” he says, glancing at Bill. “On the lips.”

Richie rolls his eyes. “Now, how am I supposed to kiss myself, Stanny Boy?”

Stan is caught mid-laugh by pressure on his lips, and he realizes that Richie is kissing him. He wants to draw back, but melts in instead. “What…?”

“Bill may be pretty, but you’re kinda beautiful, Stan Uris.” Richie kisses his cheek, then, and then does the same for Bill. “Anyway, your turn." 

anonymous asked:

Still can't believe you stan Stannis "when things get dire, throw your daughter on the pyre" Baratheon smh

*sighs* He never burned his daughter in the books. In fact a lot of the dumb stuff he did in the show isn’t in the book! canon. Shireen is alive and well in the books and Stannis is on the frontlines of war against the Boltons during a horrific winter storm as of ADWD and the tidbits we’ve gotten of TWOW. His book! character is much more admirable, and his show! version could’ve been if the show writers didn’t blatantly hate his character and absolutely character-assassinate him and Melisandre all to make more room for the show writers to make the show more about their favorite characters. Don’t come at me about my faves unless you know the full story about them hunty

anonymous asked:

The best thing, IMHO, about Liam Cunningham not knowing Lightbringer is Stannis' sword is that NCW pushes him toward the correct answer - given this, as well as the poorly concealed distaste Nik expresses toward the show in interviews, I think it's clear he's one 'Khaleesi' away from going on a tearful, hour-long monologue about how Stannis, and not Daenerys, is the claimant who will actually 'break the wheel'.

This is a theory worthy of @theonbaejoys attention

Stannis the Dreamer

“For such crimes there must be justice. Starting with Cersei and her abominations. But only starting. I mean to scour that court clean. As Robert should have done, after the Trident.” 

Stannis touched the Painted Table. “Look at it, onion knight. My realm, by rights. My Westeros.” He swept a hand across it. “This talk of Seven Kingdoms is a folly. Aegon saw that three hundred years ago when he stood where we are standing. They painted this table at his command. Rivers and bays they painted, hills and mountains, castles and cities and market towns, lakes and swamps and forests… but no borders. It is all one. One realm, for one king to rule alone.” 

 “One king” agreed Davos. “One king means peace.” 

 “I shall bring justice to Westeros. A thing Ser Axell understands as little as he does war. Claw Isle would gain me naught… and it was evil, just as you said. Celtigar must pay the traitor’s price himself, in his own person. And when I come into my kingdom, he shall. Every man shall reap what he has sown, from the highest lord to the lowest gutter rat. And some will lose more than the tips off their fingers, I promise you. They have made my kingdom bleed, and I do not forget that.”

Stannis is more than just a rigid lord who wants to restore law & order, he is also a visionary.

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Stannis & Stannis

Stannis Seaworth meeting Stannis Baratheon for the first time.

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“You are called Stanny.”

His hands and feet still trembling, the boy nodded slowly. “I am, my lord.”

“It is a boy’s name, Stanny.”

“I am a boy, my lord,” Stanny replied quickly, before the meaningful look from Devan could warn him that it was not the right thing to say.

“Yes, I can see quite clearly that you are a boy.”

“Please forgive my brother, Lord Stannis. He does not mean to sound insolent,” Devan interjected, looking worried.

“He can speak for himself, I’m sure. Why are you not called Stannis, when that is your real name?”

“I will be, my lord, when I am older. My mother says Stanny is good enough for now.”

A good name for a good boy, Mother had said.

“And is your brother Steffon called Steffy?” Lord Stannis was asking.

“Not Steffy. He is called Steff.”

“Why is that? If you are to be called Stanny, then by right your brother should be called Steffy. Or if your family wishes to call him Steff, then you should be Stan, not Stanny. Why the irregularity and the inconsistency in the names you are called, when you are brothers?”

Stanny turned to look at Devan for help, but Devan looked as perplexed as Stanny was feeling. A comforting squeeze of his hand was the only help Devan managed to give his little brother.

“I … I’m not sure, my lord. You would have to ask my father and mother,” Stanny replied. After a moment’s pause, he braved himself to ask the question that had been consuming his interest and curiosity since the day he was told that he was named in honor of Lord Stannis Baratheon. “Were you … were you called Stanny as a boy, my lord? Or Stan?”

Devan moved even closer towards his brother, tightening his hold on Stanny’s hand, as if he was expecting Lord Stannis to erupt in anger.

Was that the wrong thing to ask? Stanny was more afraid for Devan than for himself. Father would take him home to Mother and Steff where it’s warm and safe when the visit was over, but Devan had to stay here with Lord Stannis, and what if he took out his anger on Devan? What if Devan was punished for Stanny’s mistake?

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make Lord Stannis angry!

To the Seaworth brothers’ surprise, Lord Stannis’ stern and forbidding expression actually softened into something almost resembling amusement. “Well, well, I see that your little brother is bolder than you are, Devan. Devan has been my squire almost half a year, and he has never asked me that question.” Here Lord Stannis’ expression turned grim again. “Boldness can so quickly turn into rashness and recklessness, however, if you do not watch yourself. My brothers can tell you a thing or two about that. Caution is a great and worthy virtue, often overlooked and underappreciated, unfortunately. Mind that you remember that, Stannis Seaworth.”

Stanny nodded quickly. “Yes, my lord. I will remember that.”

“I was never called Stanny, or Stan. I was always Stannis, from the day I was born. My lady mother did once consider calling me –“ Lord Stannis abruptly broke off his recollection at this point. “Never mind that. This is your first time coming to court, Devan told me.”

“Yes, my lord,” Stanny replied eagerly. “Father said I am old enough to come. I had my seventh nameday last month. Steff wanted to come too. We both so wanted to visit Devan, but Mother said Steff is too young to go to King’s Landing.”

“How old is your brother Steffon?”

“He is four, my lord.”

“I was four the first time my father took me to court. I was so little my brother Robert had to hold my hand the whole time. Perhaps your mother was wise not to let your little brother come.”

“Did you … did you see the king on the throne, when you came to court the first time?” Stanny asked.

“No, we did not. We thought we did, but it was not actually the king we saw sitting on the throne. It was the Hand. And you will not be seeing the king on your visit either. King Robert,” Stannis paused, gritting his teeth, looking displeased, “has gone hunting. Again.”

“We have taken too much of your time, my lord,”Devan said quickly, sensing that Stannis’ temper was rising.

“I have need of your father’s service for the day. Your brother Devan will have to be the one to show you around,” Stannis told the boy named in his honor.

“Yes, my lord.”

“The castle is a big and confusing place, especially if you have never been here before. You are a brave boy, I’m sure, as all Ser Davos’ sons must be, but perhaps it is best to hold on tightly to your brother’s hand for today. This is your first time coming to court after all.”

anonymous asked:

❤️ jaimelanniser ❤️ roosebotlons ❤️

@jaimelanniser um i love arti?? she was like the first person i started talking to when i changed blog types and she’s so sweet and her edits are lovely, also she’s a literal psychic just sayin. moral of the story is i love arti and she’s too cool for me i’m blessed to be mutuals with her

@roosebotlons one of the first got blogs i followed! a truly iconic book!stannis stan who provides me w good book!stannis info. also sends me questionable ships (stannis x sansa?) but i trust them. rach blesses the gc with dog pictures every day which is A+ and is so nice and like? calm. i love rach (also they gave me a good meera url so i am indebted to them 4ever)

also they both love jim

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