melting wall

21. Staying cool during a heatwave (from this list)

It was well past thirty degrees out before Ladybug and Chat Noir finally stopped for a break in their weekly patrol.

“So, can we get an akuma that, like, turns off the sun or something next?” Chat groaned where he was sprawled out on the shady, lukewarm concrete under the rooftop overhang they’d discovered together. “Just for a day. One day.”

“But then we’d have to fight in the dark,” Ladybug mumbled back, trying not to whine as she leaned (melted) against the wall by his feet. “I hate fighting in the dark.”

Her eyes felt dry when she blinked and her tongue felt cool when she licked her lips and it was really much too hot out to be doing anything that didn’t involve copious amounts of cold water, but she and Chat had a duty to the city, so patrol they would, regardless of the danger of heatstroke.

Chat sighed gustily and flopped a hand in her general direction. “Imagine I just said something really great about holding your hand. It’s too hot to think up lines.”

Ladybug laughed through her groan despite herself. “It’s too hot for holding hands, too.”

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trauma measures thick layers of dirt on the floors she’ll never scrub
she says it takes more energy to try than to sleep and we’ve already painted on permanent dark circles
we are so used to looking dead,
why go back now

trauma pours a cup of the strongest coffee and melts into the walls at the sound of footfalls

trauma wants to know why we have to remember and I ask her why she thinks we have the ability to forget

trauma cries in the shower and pretends the spicket is a waterfall and she is finally clean

trauma screams at loud movies and flinches when touched

trauma stops episodes mid watch ‘cause one flame can turn white hot wildfire and triggers can kill

trauma decorates her prison and celebrates isolation

trauma renames fear “safety” and says if she has to be a loaded gun she’ll do it right and make her mother proud

trauma cannot forget
trauma cannot forget
trauma cannot forget

RIP (Reap In Peace) Part 2

Originally posted by soluscheese

Part 1

A/N: I had too much fun with this. 

Dean was understandably wary. A strange woman claiming not to know why or how she appeared in his motel room was definitely cause for alarm. Even more so when his line of work was taken into account. Still, the look of fear in Y/N’s eyes melted part of the wall around his heart.

“Okay. Hey, it’s okay. Here, sit down.”

Gently, Dean led the shaking woman to the unoccupied bed and sat her down. She took in the room with wide eyes.

“What do you remember?” He asked quietly.

“My name is Y/N. You’re Dean.” She gestured to him. Automatically, Dean’s eyes grew cold. In a fluid motion, he was off the bed and pointing his gun at her.

“How do you know that?”

She held her hands up in surrender, a few scared tears forming in her eyes.

“I swear, I don’t remember.”

Sam stirred in the bed a few feet away, shooting upright at the sight of his brother pointing a gun at someone. His voice was still laced with sleep.

“Wha-?! Dean, what’s going on?”

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You’re at a party. Someone comes up to you and asks you to dance. You decline. You melt back into the wall adorned with pictures of a family. You know none of them. You take an uber back home. The driver asks you about your night. You tell him it was fine. He’s playing jazz on low volume and the heater is on full blast. You feel the wheels spinning against the concrete and hear shifting of plastic and metal throughout the car. It’s quiet. The streets are empty and the sun isn’t awake yet. You get to your place. You walk to the front door and unlock it. You throw your keys on the kitchen counter. You head to your room and turn on Spotify. You’re listening to the playlist your ex made you. You know the order by heart. You know every word to every song. You hate this playlist. You still listen to it. You get a text from your friend asking if you left. You tell them you had a headache and had work in the morning. You aren’t scheduled for another 3 days. You lay in bed. Your shoes are still on. You fall asleep.


“Maz eats ice cream before every game! We realised it’s the secret to his success.” / “Maz gets first pick. Maz, which one do you want?” / “I think I’ll skip today.” / “What? Maz, you gotta have your rainbow sprinkles, bro.” / “I just don’t want it.” / “Serious, Maz, I got, like, three extra.” / “The things I do…‘cuse me - there we go.”

UNDRAFTED: “Okay, but what if it creates a fissure in the space-time continuum?”


There’s just smth special between these two and i don’t mean in a shippy kind of way. We all know jeongwhorehan shows love to practically everybody but wonwoo doesn’t. It just feels like jeonghan is the one who somehow is able to melt away wonwoo’s walls.

Especially like in today’s vapp. The way jeonghan calls wonwoo is just adorbs.

And he’s the one who managed to change wonwoo’s face from this

to this.

Wonwoo had his eyes trained on hannie basically the entire vapp XD

Or like whn jeonghan cried for two hours because wonwoo was ill. people on twitter also said that jeonghan wore wonwoo’s ring while he was away.

Or like back when wonwoo only fed jeonghan and just outright refused to feed mingyu and dk on another occasion.

Or like when forever ignored wonwoo thought no one listened to his garden speech, jeonghan was the only one who replied right after that.

some random wonhan moments :)

They don’t openly show affection often but their friendship is just precious. can they pls be the sloth line.

The Shelby Girl: The Tracks (Alfie Solomons)

A day at the races was not what Celeste had planned but she was there for her brothers, not Alfie Solomons. Of course, that was what Thomas had told her.

Tommy Shelby had heard through the grapevine that the baker had apparently taken a shine to his sister and saw an opportunity. It almost made his stomach roll.

Celeste stood near the stairs wishing she could melt into the wall as soon as she saw the baker. Her brother having just disappeared to God knows where. She cursed him and this business.

“Which horse would you put your money on?” Alfie asked

The smoke from his cigar was stifling. Celeste wondered how long he would live but knew he’d be buried with his rings. The same rings that shined as he lifted his hand to grab the aforementioned cigar. She’d obviously taken a bit too long to answer. A brow rose on its own accord and when she realized it, she half-expected to be struck. But the baker did something else.

A corner of his mouth lifted; he smiled. The smile looked out of place on the man. Unnatural almost and unnerving.

Alfie looked somewhere behind her. She saw the man’s normal mask slip back into place. He stepped closer to Celeste, put a heavy hand on her back and led her to the rails.

She could feel the heat of his hand through the layers she wore. Her mind was racing but none of the thoughts were complete.

She absentmindedly wondered if this man would somehow double-cross Tommy. She wouldn’t put it past the madman. That was the nature of this business her brothers were in.

“It’s a fool’s game-,” she finally answered, “and a weak man’s vice.”

“I suppose.” Alfie remarked as scratched at his bearded chin.

Celeste could see him staring at her face but feared that returning the stare might almost be like staring down a rabid dog.

“Arthur likes these races quite a bit,” He stated nonchalantly, “What would he be: a fool or a weak man?”

“Shelby men are none too bright. They also seem to have a penchant of finding trouble or being it.”

“You wouldn’t be wrong there.”

She felt an odd urge to strike the man. What exactly did the baker want with her or from her? The cogs in her mind began to turn.

Thomas Shelby, you are a dead man.”

She found her brother somewhere in the stadium.


“Not a damn word, Thomas. I want to go home now.

And so, he took her home. Celeste knew she hadn’t seen the last of Alfie Solomons, not by a longshot.

kuvirametalbender  asked:

Do you think the supposedly death and resurrection of a dragon in the show is in any way reflective of future book events?

I very much doubt it. If the show does indeed give Night’s King a dragon and has him melt the Wall, as is the set-informed scuttlebutt, that strikes me as a replacement for Euron accomplishing the same goals via Dragonbinder and the Horn of Joramun in the books. 

urban witch + roommate au (witch!castiel and human!dean). ~1.2k

it’s easy to fall in love with castiel.

his eyes are big and blue and open, and dean can almost see the magic surging behind them. when he smiles, the room turns gold; when he laughs, the paint on the walls melts, pooling on the floor and coating their shoes. his laughter is comprised of something soft, safe; it harbors a thousand stories and secrets, and all dean knows is he wants to unravel them all.

the flowers that grow between the floorboards are small and fragile, vines curling their way along the ground in such intricate patterns that dean sometimes finds himself watching them grow, breathless. castiel always seems sheepish when they appear, but dean brushes his worries aside.

“they’re beautiful,” he says one day, finger toying with a delicate pink azalea petal. “i like having them around. it’s not like we’ve got too many decorations in this place anyway, right?”

castiel beams at him.

(after that, the flowers start to grow in the corners of the ceiling, too. castiel doesn’t bother trying to cut them down.)

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The Characters Telling You...

I’ll love you until the Wall melts…

I just….my nephew always tells me that he’ll love me to the moon and back which I always respond with I’ll love him until the mountains fall over. And this made me think about the GOT/ASOIAF characters saying this to those they love.